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myescapeforever · 1 year

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♡ [ns.fw] midnight tenderness w/ Rosinante & chubby afab!reader

a/n: my fic for @onepiece-blorboexchange! so hiii @nekomacheercaptain ＼(≧▽≦)／ i can finally reveal that i'm your Secret Santa, hehe! little elves told me a certain gentle giant is your fav... hope you will enjoy this fic, i really loved your prompts and i'm glad i finally got to write something for you after feasting a lot on your works! hope December will bring you lots of calm and softness, you sure deserve it ♡

contains: ns.fw under the cut, chubby afab!reader (no pronouns, 'cunt' & 'pussy' used to describe genitalia), size difference, fingering, oral (reader giving & receiving), lingerie, marking, dirty talk, rough sex, breath play, mention of belly bulge, unproteced sex (no mention or implication of pregnancy)

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“My love?”

You peek up to Rosinante, meeting his gaze. He has your heavy bags shouldered, carrying them as if they weigh nothing while you make your way home together, hand in hand against the cold. His long, slender fingers are wrapped around yours and make your hand look so tiny in his, fragile almost. You welcome the warmth he is radiating, unfazed by the freezing temperatures and the snow crunching underneath your feet. He’s wearing his signature hat and has your scarf wrapped around his neck; you insisted he’d wear it when he slipped out of his big, fluffy coat and put it on your shoulders instead, an attempt to stop you from shivering on your walk home.

You pull the coat closer and take a deep breath in, feeling dizzy almost because his scent was everywhere. Rosinante gives you a warm smile when his eyes meet yours, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and squeezes your hand tighter.

“Still feeling cold? We’re almost home… I’ll run you a bath while you unpack, what do you think?” – “Only if you care to join me.”

Even in the dark of the night you can see the faint blush on his cheeks, not yet the shade of his lipstick but close to it. Rosinante smiles from ear to ear and almost trips over his own long legs, his thoughts already trailing off to the shared bath together. You chuckle and scoot closer to him, ready to do your best to catch him in case he falls, knowing too well that it would probably result in both of you going down. How fitting, considering how madly and deeply you’ve fallen for each other…

Once you step into the safety of your home, all tension from the past couple weeks drops off your shoulders and makes you feel like you’re finally able to breathe again. Living a life undercover is exhausting, but you are glad you get to share it with the one closest to your heart. And one day you’ll both be free to do whatever you want, you’ll enjoy a peaceful and quiet life together without having to say goodbyes constantly, never knowing when you’ll get to feel each other’s lips again.

One day.

Until then, you’ll cherish the hours and days you get to spend in your shared solitude, in this small hideout you made a home; with a big cozy bed and fairy lights hanging from above, warm dimmed lights in every corner and framed photos of each other, your initials carved in the wooden door frame, saying ‘We were here’. It’s all you need. This and his skin on yours, sweet nothings whispered for your ears only, two souls radiating in their own tiny orbit.

Rosinante locks the door behind you and for a second you just stand there side by side, letting reality sink in; then you glance up to him and he just drops your bags to the floor so he has both hands free to pick you up and push you against the nearest wall. Your arms fling around his neck and pull him closer and a heartbeat later his lips crash against yours, sinking deep onto each other. Just when a small and startled moan escapes your mouth, he takes the chance to slip his tongue between your lips and deepens the kiss even more, making your heart drum in your chest.

His fingers dig deep in the softness of your thighs as you have them wrapped around his waist and warm shivers run down your spine straight to your core. Absence makes the heart grow fonder but also leaves it touch-starved and yearning, making it soak every bit of affection you get now that you’re finally reunited again.

“I missed you so much…”, you sigh against his lips and pull him closer by the shapes of his hat, your fingers running through his golden hair and messing it up. His feather coat slips off your shoulders and falls to the floor with a soft thud when he pulls away from your lips to look at you, his brown eyes shimmering in the soft light. You could easily drown in them.

“My heart felt like missing a piece while you were gone”, he whispers and smiles against your lips when you lean in for another kiss, every fiber of your body vibrating in joy over being reunited with him again. You feel the safest in his arms, with his big hands holding you up with ease, cherishing every bit of you. For once he doesn’t slip and fall when carrying you over to the kitchen, putting you down on the counter with your legs still wrapped around him. You can feel how hard he is already, his clothed erection rubbing deliciously between your spread thighs where you can feel pleasure pooling already.

When Rosinante looks at you with those kind eyes, there’s no doubt that he simply adores you; leaving not an inch of your skin unkissed and worshiped while he takes his time to undress you. Between hungry kisses he slides his big hands underneath your shirt, cherishing your love handles while he slowly pushes the fabric further up until his fingertips brush against lace and a small “oh” escapes his lips.

You smile and cup his cheek to blow another kiss on his lips, then roll your shirt up further, bit by bit, revealing black lace lingerie that flatters your curves so nicely, your erect nipples peeking up underneath the see-through fabric. Rosinante’s hands are still resting on your rib cage, trembling slightly from the sight underneath him. You feel him grind harder against your core, making your pussy throb with excitement. No one had ever looked at you like he does before and it’s enough to make you dripping wet; sheer adoration and lust tied with love, love all over the place.

“You like it?”, you coo and laugh when he kisses you again, fiercely almost as his fingertips wander up, brushing over your chest and making you moan softly.

“A lot”, he mumbles and kisses your jaw, lips trailing down the side of your neck as he bends you further over the kitchen counter until he’s pinning you down on your back, making you feel so small underneath him. Part of you wants to beg him to fuck you already, to stuff you until you feel so full of him; while another part wants to take this painfully slow, until you’re a dripping hot mess with love bites all over your chubby body, getting adored the to fullest for hours until you forget your own name from pleasure.

“My love… you’re so stunning…”, Rosinante whispers as he peeks up to you, now cupping your breasts with both hands, his thumbs drawing circles around your nipples over the lacy fabric before he leans down to suck on them, never breaking eye contact. You squirm underneath his touch, one hand digging into his arm while your other is buried in his hair in a tight grip that has him growling. His name falls out of your mouth like a broken record and he continues his ministrations, admiring the way you roll your hips for more friction.

Just when you think you can’t withstand the built up tension any longer, Rosinante kisses further down your stomach, adoring the softness of it with his fingers digging into your sides as if he never wants to let you go, leaving crescent-shaped marks all over your rolls. You mewl when he spreads your legs further apart, revealing a damp spot in your pants that has him licking his lips and smiling widely.

“Please…”, you stutter, chest heaving with lust and anticipation. “Touch me…”

Your pleading voice unleashes something feral in Rosinante. All of his thoughts radiate around pleasing you, about tasting you, about feeling you twitch around him while he’s all the way inside of you, almost too big for you to handle but you take him anyway, your tiny pussy sucking him in and dripping for him. His huge hands help you wiggle out of your pants while he kisses you deeply, a thin thread of drool connecting you when he pulls away a few inches to gaze at the matching panties, already soaked for him. Meanwhile your hands fly to unbutton his heart-patterned shirt, revealing a toned torso full of scars and soon to be covered in lovebites.

Your fingers trace every scar, you’ve memorized them all. Each one tells a story and with your bodies pressed against each other it’s like a kaleidoscope of memories, all coming together to write a new chapter in the stars; a story of love and tenderness, about two hearts who beat in unison for a while, in this life and hopefully all others that are yet to follow.

“I love you, Rosi”, you sob with your fingernails digging into his shoulders when he slips a hand inside your soaked panties. He runs two of his slender fingers up and down your folds while he kisses you, muffling your greedy moans with his tongue. You buck your hips further against his palm but he has you pinned down so good, leaving you defenseless to his touch and you willingly surrender when he finally pushes two fingers inside, quickly followed by a third one when he hears your needy mewls.

Rosinante’s fingers are big enough to make you feel stuffed already, but when he curls them up just right and rubs that sweet spot inside, you lose all composure and cry out his name as you chase your high. You kiss him more, him willingly leaning in, while your hands roam and grab what they can of him, his hair, his shoulders, until one hand comes to rest in the back of his neck while the other lifts his chin up slightly, making him look at you with a flustered expression when you slip your fingers inside his mouth. His tongue swirls around them greedily, sucking on them while his own fingers pump inside of you, your juices running down his wrist already.

With his lipstick smeared and his eyes so full of adoration he is sending warm waves of pleasure down your spine. Sometimes you wish you could see yourself through his eyes. Right now though your mind is blank, tiny stars dancing in front of your eyes with his long fingers so deep inside of you. Rosinante leans into your touch and kisses your palm, then pulls down your soaked panties for free access to your hot core. You want to reach for the throbbing bulge in his pants, but he is far too strong and keeps pinning you down, having you whining when he pulls out his fingers and leaves you feeling hollow.

“Rosi, please, I–”

You swallow the rest of your sentence when he bends down and pushes your legs up, resting them on his shoulders before he goes down at you with a smirk. He has you whimpering and moaning the moment his tongue parts your folds, licking up a stripe, and shortly after his fingers are pumping inside you again while his other hand wraps around your neck with ease. You could cum from the sensation of his big fingers lingering around your throat alone.

“You taste so good, sweet thing…”, he moans against your cunt and buries his face deeper in it, eating you out so good it has your toes curling. High with lust you only chase your orgasm now, melting into his touch and showing him how to choke you right. You enjoy the dizzy feeling, every fiber of your body prickling while you mewl out his name. Rosinante is getting rougher and you like it, squirming every time he kisses and bites the inside of your thighs, leaving lipstick marks everywhere. Only when he comes up to your lips again to give you a taste of yourself, you lose all composure and come undone, your cunt clenching around his fingers as you gasp for air when he finally releases your throat.

Both of you breathe heavily as your orgasm fades out in waves. But neither of you were satisfied yet.

“Bed…”, you mumble against his lips, now finally able to rub his throbbing cock through his pants, stained by precum and your juices already. Without further ado Rosinante picks you up again with ease, carrying you over to the bedroom with several breaks in between, where he pushes you against the walls or almost trips and falls, his fingers only digging deeper in the softness of your flesh and having you squirming.

Somehow you make it to the safety of the bed without any further incidents and when Rosinante puts you down gently, you lean against the headboard with your legs spread widely, presenting him the dripping mess that you are, waiting for him to finally fill you up. With eyes pinned on him you watch him undress, the shirt falling to the floor shortly followed by his pants, until he was only wearing boxers with a heart pattern, the silhouette of his hard cock clearly visible. You lick your lips and crawl on all fours towards him when he sits down on the edge of the bed, his arms wide open for you.

“Fuck, you’re so hot… come here…”, he murmurs and leans down to kiss you, his hands wandering all over your skin, cherishing the softness of it as you lean into his touch. You moan into his open mouth when he teases your puffy clit again and rolls your nipple between his fingers.

“Such a tease”, you pant and reach for the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down and watching his throbbing cock spring free. Framed by a nicely trimmed bush, he was huge. Every time you wondered how he’d fit but you made it work always, only satisfied when he was buried so deep inside he’s been rearranging your insides almost, the visible belly bulge when he was fucking you deeply always enough to send you cumming on the spot.

A deep growl vibrates in Rosinante’s chest when you lean down, sprawled across his lap, and open your mouth wide for him. His sheer girth was almost too much for you to handle but you do it anyway, licking up and down from the base to the tip, your tongue swirling around him before you take him down your throat as far as possible. He takes a sharp breath every time you gag on him; his hand lingering on top of your head, not pushing you down on him but gently holding you in place, testing out how deep you can take him.

“Fuck… making me feel so good, my sweet little thing…”, he moans and pulls you up by your hair to kiss you, one hand wrapping around your throat again which makes your pussy throb. “Keep being good for me, hm?”

You nod eagerly and giggle when Rosinante lifts you up with ease, pinning you down on the mattress. He was so huge compared to you, making you feel so tiny underneath him. His eyes wander all over your naked body, admiring every bit of it as he spreads your thighs wide open. He got this love drunk expression on his face, as if he couldn’t believe how lucky he is to call you – his perfect little doll – his. You reach for your folds and show him just how badly you want him, only him.

Something inside Rosinante snaps when he sees you squirming underneath him, so needy and desperate for him, your pleading eyes and the way you call out his name like a prayer. He gives his cock a few strokes and then lines himself up at your dripping wet entrance, teasing you by rubbing his tip between your folds until your fingernails claw into his arms and you beg him with tears pricking in the corners of your eyes to fuck you already.

“Rosi, please… I promise, I’ll be good, just please… fuck–” Your eyes roll in the back of your head when he enters you in one go, stretching you out so deliciously. He holds still to let you breathe through the sensation of feeling so full of him, and only when you buck your hips he starts moving, fucking you deep and slow. Through a hazy vision you glance up to him, admiring his huge frame hovering over you, his lipstick smeared and his eyes fixated on you, watching his cock glide in and out of you.

“So tight for me”, he whispers and kisses you. “You feel so good, I don’t think I’ll last long this round…” You wrap your legs tighter around him to hinder him from pulling out completely, ignoring the fact that he could easily manhandle you if he wanted to. But just the gesture itself is enough for Rosinante to thrust inside you harder, your walls fluttering around him.

“I’m also close”, you mewl with your hands resting on his chest, your nails leaving faint red trails all over it with every thrust of his. “Fuck me harder, please, please…”

Rosinante grabs you by your hips, fingers digging deep into your softness as he slams you down onto him, panting out your name in a broken rhythm. His teeth sink into your shoulder and you feel yourself balancing on the edge of your next orgasm, your cunt throbbing around his length. Buried underneath him you feel tiny and from the corner of your eye you can see your tummy curve every time he’s shoving himself fully inside, a sight you’ll never get enough from.

“Gonna cum, gonna… hng…”, Rosinante whines and you cup his face, making him look at you as his hips keep moving faster and faster, your legs shaking around them. “Cum for me, baby”, you coo and as your lips crash against each other, so do your bodies and unleash an explosion of lust and pleasure; tiny flashes shooting through your veins and painting your view white as your orgasm rolls over you. At the same time Rosinante also reaches his high, his thick hot load filling you up to the brim, dripping outside with each of his thrust and running down the insides of your thighs.

Your legs fall down weakly, still trembling from your high and you laugh and cry at the same time, your emotions all over the place from the sensation of it. Rosinante hugs you close and rolls over on his back, careful not to pull out yet, yearning for the warmth of your cunt a little longer. He has his arms wrapped around you as you slump down on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart drumming underneath his rib cage. You smile blissfully, even wider when he kisses the top of your head and runs his fingers up and down your spine, whispering sweet nothings. Your cunt still twitches around his length.

“Welcome home, my love…”, he hums and puts a big smile on your face. Home. Tomorrow will come and maybe both of you will be on the run again, but you know that you’ll always have a home in these arms, holding you tender. No matter which obstacles life will throw in your way, hand in hand you’ll face all of them; a love so warm it’ll melt the falling snow and herald the start of spring.

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myescapeforever · 1 year

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Op boys when you whisper "I love you" in their ear

Warning:SFW, fluff, op boys reaction,(some mistakes so please ignore it)

Feat:Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, law, kid, killer

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Luffy

—Luffy will look at you with a bright smile on his face, Luffy ask you to come closer, "I love you too" he whisper in your ear, it made you blush and you immediately cover your face to hide it, Luffy start laughing while he put you close and press a kiss on your forehead.

Zoro

—zoro will be stunned when you whisper *I love you* into his ear, but he look at you with a smirk at his face, he flick your forehead, while he was blushing, "I love you more idiot!" He said as he look away pouting.

Sanji

—sanji will start blushing very hard and he will become very emotional, "oh my god!! My ears"he said as he cover his ear, "please stop my love, because I think I can't stop my self from loving you more" you smile and kiss his cheeks that made him scream and collapse into the floor. Chopper will be needed in this situation.

Law

—Law will not show any emotions or reaction when you whisper *I love you* to him, You let out a sigh walking away from him and leaving his room, but by the time you close the door, law immediately turn to into a tomato, he blush a lot and those words keep on echoing on his head, "shit!" He said as he touch his chest. "I love y/n more now"

Kid

—As a naughty one, kid look at you with a smile and call out his crews attention, "say it louder missy" he said as he hold your waist, it made you nervous but he was waiting for you to say it. "I love you kid!" Kid smile and kiss you Infront of everyone. Making him a proud boyfriend and it made you realize that he loves you a lot.

Killer

—killer will pretend that he didn't heard what you just said. "Say it again" he said as he remove his helmet into his head and face you, "say it princess" he said as he touch your face. "I love you killer" killer smile and immediately press a kiss on your sweet lips. Holding you close to him made him realize the he needs you more.

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myescapeforever · 1 year

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𝟭𝟴+ 𝗳𝗲𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲.

(sᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ, Sʜɪʙᴀʀɪ, ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀɢᴀsᴍ ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ, ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ, ᴛᴏʏs, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʀᴇsᴛʀᴀɪɴᴛs, ʙᴅsᴍ, ᴏᴠᴇʀ sᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ sᴇx, ᴛʜɪɢʜ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ, ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ)

𖦹

𝗞𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗻:

-You had acted up during an outing with your partner and some of the Akatsuki. Konan played it off at the time, already planning your punishment for when the two of you got home, and that’s how you ended up in your predicament.

-one thing about Konan is that she’s into Shibari. She loves watching the way you squirm while you’re tied up, and loves the small red and purple marks that stay on your skin long after taking away the ropes.

-today, she tied the rope around your breasts and chest, leaving your arms restrained behind you. She also wrapped the lilac colored rope around your legs, making them bend which is leaving you in a sitting position on the bed. Konan, also enjoys using toys on you, especially when you act up.

-part of your punishment insists of sitting on the vibrator that’s tied between your legs. With the way your body is positioned, it leaves you with no possibility of running. Your lover sits in her chair at her desk, working and watching as you cry out from overstimulation.

-“Ko..Konan, pl-please.” You cry out as the vibrator rips another orgasm from your overused clit. Tears ready to fall from the intensity. “𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩.“ Your partner replies in her soft voice. What she says is true, you know better than to cause a disruption while you’re out with her and the team, but you couldn’t help it. You were feeling needy in more than just one way.

-Her voice and the way she looked over your naked, tied up sweaty body caused another release. The tears spilling out as the overwhelming warmth and feeling come. “𝑶-𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒊!“ You cry. Your body feeling weak from the constant over use. At the sound of your safe word, your lover bolts over to you. She reaches her hand underneath your legs, turning the vibrator off at once.

-your breathing slows as you feel her soft hands caress your body as the ropes fall. “𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚?’’Konan asks, her eyes full of worry that she might of hurt you in some way. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you to her chest. All you’re able to do is nod. As worn out as you are, all you want to do is be able to please your partner.

-as Konan holds you, she starts playing and massaging your scalp. “𝙖𝙬 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮. 𝘼𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙭. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙. 𝙄𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩.’’ Konan coos into your ear as she felt your hand travel to the waistband of her pants. Your lover starts rubbing her hand up and down your back, drawing little circles over your skin to help bring you down from your high. With the combination of this and your hair being played with, you fell asleep.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻:

-behind closed doors your lover can be very needy and gentle with you. But he can also be pretty intense when it comes to punishment. Today you forgot he was in the middle of a meeting when you barged through the door in nothing but the little black night gown he gave to you for only his eyes only. You see, your shared bedroom is connected to the office by a small hallway. And only you or Pain can come in and out through that door, the rest of the members use the other.

-You left immediately when you met the eyes of your now annoyed partner and waited for him in the room. You found yourself on your knees by the bed, the usual position when it’s time for a punishment. With Pain, it can either be spanking and counting, or something as intense as edging and denial. Not long after, you hear the knob of the door turn and you look up to find your red headed love approaching.

-“𝗢𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝗽. 𝗡𝗼𝘄.’’ Pain commanded as he sat down on the bed behind you. You did what you were told, positioning yourself on his legs. A shiver rolls down your spine as you felt his large hands pull up your night gown, and removing your matching panties, revealing your plump cheeks. “𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁.’’ He demands. *𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙠* “One.” *𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙠* “Two.” The counting goes on until you’ve gotten to ten. With each swift smack to your ass, the pressure has gotten harder. Your cheeks bright red and tender.

-In one swift movement, Pain has you on your back with his thumb circling your clit, sliding two digits into your tight hole. You cry out in response to the pleasure, your moan becoming louder the closer to your release. Pain must of felt the way you clenched around him, pulling his hand away. You must of really pissed him off today, to get spanks and denial.

-As soon as your body came down from the almost high, you found his fingers back inside of you. Curling up just the right way for you to cum. Yet again, when your lover feels you get close, he rips his hand away. This goes on and on for quite some time, the heat in your lower belly becoming so overwhelming at the constant denial that you can’t help but cry.

-“𝑷-𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈!’’ You managed to say through a whine. Pain stopped what he was doing at the sound of your safe word, grabbing you and pulling you to him. “𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲? 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.’’ Said Pain, feeling bad for making you have to result to it. Despite his rough nature, causing you pain in any way, shape, or form causes him great discomfort. It’s rare that the intensity of your punishments have made you use the safe word but since you were already feeling needy and tired, you couldn’t hold out.

-“𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐈? ’’ Your lover asks. “No.” You mutter out, a wave of exhaustion coming over you. “𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.’’ Pain cooed to you. Apologizing while explaining to be careful. He is in charge of the Akatsuki, the one to plan out missions and takes cares of nine other people, one being you. “I’m sorry.” You apologize, feeling bad for possibly embarrassing him in front of his comrades. Pain senses your emotion and pulls you closer to him, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around you as you unwind.

𝗧𝗼𝗯𝗶/𝗢𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗼:

-part of him thought your little ‘act out’ earlier was rather funny, but the other part knew that as much as he loves that side of you, that there’s a time and place. And today, wasn’t one of those times. Back in your shared room, Obito has you on your side, his cock buried deep inside you. Your arms are being held together by a restraint behind you.

-rather than thrusting, you’re being used as his cock warmer. Obito can’t help the joy he receives as he watches you squirm next to him, craving to be used as a toy. Your whimpers continue as the overwhelming urge to fuck yourself becomes unbearable. Your masked partner knows just the way to punish and tease you, giving you what you want but denying you of the fun.

-your body pushes itself back, shoving his cock deeper, desperate to achieve your release. You moan out at the pleasure. “𝙪𝙝 𝙝𝙪𝙝? 𝘾𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮.’’ Murmurs your partner, wrapping his arm around your waist and thrusting once before stopping. You whine at the sudden denial. “𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜.’’ Demands Obito. Thrusting into you yet again and stopping. Your whines and pleas sound like a musical to him, wanting to hear you beg and apologize to win your reward.

-the heat in your lower belly intensifies and you can’t hold back your orgasm any longer, covering his cock in your juices. Your partner pulls himself from you, sitting himself up, grabbing you by your hair and pulling your face down to pleasure him. “𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣, 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.’’ Remarks Obito. You begin to gag as his cock reaches the back of your throat, spit and drool covering his member and his lap. *𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙠* a hard lash strikes across your ass, causing you to whimper. The spanking continues as you suck him.

-as one hand decorates your cheeks with purple and red marks, the other holds your head down. “𝙎𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩.’’ Obito commands as he cums in your mouth, releasing you as soon as his high slows. By now, the intense pressure in your clit and walls have become almost painful from the need to be filled and fucked. “Obi-please.” You try to plea, but your shot down by another swift spank to your already tender behind. Your head sits on his thigh, looking up at his masked face through tears and your messy hair.

-Obito loved seeing you like this, a whimpering, begging, wet mess. He couldn’t help but fall more in love with you when you looked at him the way you do. “𝑫-𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔..’’ you mutter, giving up on trying to win. Your lover sits up, pulling you onto his lap, and bringing you down to his chest. “𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡?’’ Obito asks, his tone full of concern. His hands find the knot of your restraint, undoing you of your confinement. He allows you to reposition and stretch your arms. “Tobi. I need you, please.” You begin to coo, still craving fulfillment. “𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙭 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮, 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙄𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚.’’ Talks your lover, his hands massaging your hips and sides as you breathe into his chest. Tobi begins to mewl sweet nothings and praises into your ear to help you focus.

𝗭𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘂:

-the two of you ended up in a small and petty disagreement last night, resulting in you ignoring him. And one thing Zetsu can’t stand, is being ignored. After pulling you into his room, he began to tease you, despite still being irritated, you became a wet mess. As your orgasm neared, instead of giving you the release you very much needed, he slipped one of his favorite toys into you. A vibrator that only Zetsu has control over. You could be in the kitchen making something to eat and it’ll go off, causing you to stumble as you force yourself to silence your moans.

-after pulling your pants back up, he sent you on your way. Watching as you went about your business from the walls, hitting the button anytime you got too comfortable, and stopping each time an orgasm drew near. As the day continued, your walls have become unbearably sensitive, your juices dripping from you as you walk.

-it was sometime after dinner that you couldn’t take it anymore, being edged all day with no form of release or help. You didn’t want to be the first to talk but at this point you couldn’t help it. You found yourself knocking on the door to your lovers room. “Zetsu..please.” You begged when he opened up. “𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲? 𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁.’’ He scoffed as he let you in, locking the door behind you. “𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵.’’ He demanded. As you sat down on the loveseat he has in his room, he tied each arm up to the bolt on both the left and right side.

-He also tied your ankles to the bolts on the floor, leaving them spread open for him to see you. “𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲. 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁.’’ Black Zetsu spoke. He watched as you threw your head back at the orgasm finally washing over you. This torment went on and on until you felt you couldn’t cum again, until tears were rolling down your face from the overuse of your pussy. “𝑷-𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔!’’ You managed to cry out as your final orgasm came.

-your lover was on you in a second. Undoing your restraints and gently removing the toys from within you. He picked you up and dropped down onto the couch with you wrapped in his arms. “𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀.’’ White Zetsu cooed as his palms massaged your hips. “Can’t cum anymore..” You muttered into his ear, receiving a small laugh from your partner. “𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀. 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜’𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆. 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲..’’ Replied Zetsu, feeling bad. As the two of you laid there, White Zetsu mewled sweet praises to you until you fell asleep.

𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗻:

-one thing Hidan loves the most is a brat, and that’s what you decided on being today. Acting out, catching little attitudes with him, and outright not listening to him. Inside his head he was planning out the perfect punishment for his partner. Knowing that by the end of it, you’ll be apologizing on your knees to him.

-he finally lost it when you decided to snap at him in front of his partner and long time friend, Kakuzu. “𝗕𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁.’’ He barked at you. You decided to take it up a notch by ignoring his command and going about your business. This just ticked him off more. Instead of telling you, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, walking you to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him before plopping you on the bed.

-he grabbed you cuffs and attached them to the bolt that hangs from the ceiling, put together and made for times like this. He picked you up again, standing you in front of him. He brought your arms up and clicked the lock closed around your wrists. “𝗕𝗮𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀. 𝗗𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗿.’’ Spoke Hidan as he removed your pants and undid the buttons of your top. He started off easy, applying little taps and spanks to your ass and thighs. Letting you ease into your session.

-next thing you know, your legs are being shoved apart as a vibrator is held to your clit. The strength of the vibrations already making you cry out. Hidan grips your chin between his fingers, making you look at him as he uses you. “𝗙𝗼𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹.’’ He says, pulling the toy from you when he could sense your orgasm approaching. “𝗘𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀, 𝗶’𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽.’’ He continues, letting you know you’re in for it. He applies the vibrator back to your aching clit, watching you as you struggle to do as your told.

-Your eyes shut and then quickly open when you catch yourself. But by then it was too late. Your silver haired lover removed the toy right as you were about to cum. You watched as he turned it off and tossed it on the bed. A gasp left your mouth when you felt two of his large fingers slide inside of you. Your walls clenching around his digits as he curled them. Hidan allowed you to cum since you kept your eyes open, and once you did he pulled away. The paddle he bought for times like this sits pretty in his hand. “𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗹? 𝗛𝗺?’’ Questions Hidan as he walks around you. You tried collecting your thoughts but in his mind you were purposely ignoring him, in which he rewarded you with a spank to the ass, and one to your thigh.

-this little game went on, your purple eyed lover leaving red and purple marks on your body when you took to long to answer his questions. “𝗜𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱? 𝗜𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲?’’ Hidan taunted. “𝗛𝗶-𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗻 𝗜-.’’ You sputtered, becoming light headed. “𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁?’’ On most days you love his teasing, listening to him speak to you like this always made you wet. But after hours of this, you’re tired. “𝑺𝒄𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒆.’’ You mutter as you try to keep focused.

-as much as Hidan loves tormenting you this way, he dropped everything. Removing your cuffs and carrying you to bed. He quickly grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge he has in the room. Helping you sit up and take sips from it. “𝗪𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆?’’ He questioned, pushing back the strands of hair that stick to your face from sweat. “Mhm.” You mumble. “𝗢𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸.’’ He explained, disappearing into the bathroom. Inside he added bubbles, using your favorite lavender scented soap. Once the tub filled up, he retrieved you from the room and lowered you gently into the water, removing his clothes afterwards and joining you.

𝗞𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘇𝘂:

-most of the day you were out, running errands with your partner, Kakuzu. As the two of you roamed the nearby village, he thought it would be funny to use his tendrils to tease you at any open opportunity, and by the time you two came back home you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.

-the two of you couldn’t even make it to the bed. Your lover has your face mushed into your carpet as he takes you from behind. Your moans and whimpers being muffled into the rug as his cock repeatedly hit your g-spot, causing orgasm after orgasm. Chills go down your spine as you feel his tendrils wrap around your throat and arms, pulling you up against his chest. Another release creeps up on you as you feel your lovers fingers dance over your clit.

-you feel your partners release coming as his strokes started becoming so poppy and irregular. But the way he’s hitting your clit and g-spot at the same time causes you to cum at the same time he does.

-once your highs come down, the two of you are back at it. This time he’s got you bent over his desk, hand gripping your neck as his cock fills you. “K-Kakuzu I’m c-.” You begin to say as your lover steals another orgasm from you. The pleasure fills your entire body, warmth spreads throughout. Before you know it, your clit is throbbing from the sensitivity, causing you to be so overwhelmed that you feel as if you’ll explode from the sensation.

“𝑴𝒐𝒏-𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚.’’ You whimper when you feel yourself overused. Not being able to take anymore until your body’s calmed down. Kakuzu pulls out, picking you up and holding you close. “𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝗜 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆?’’ Asks your gentle giant. All you’re able to produce is a small nod as you rest your head on his shoulder. “𝗔𝘄. 𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗴𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻.’’ He suggests as he’s walking over to the bed. Once under the covers, he traces his finger around on your cheek and forehead, applying a gentle pressure to your temples.

𝗞𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲:

-you and you lover started the day off with a rigorous training session. Wanting to see who would beat the other in a match. At the end, Kisame and yourself shared a laugh since yet again, you came to a draw. Back inside the compound, Kisame started the shower of your shared room as you undressed in the room, tossing your sweat covered clothes into the hamper. You joined him under the warm water, rinsing away the days dirt.

-one thing you both loved is shower sex, and before you know it, Kisame has you pinned against the shower tile. His cock buried deep within your walls. The bathroom fills with steam as your session continued. Kisame’s hands grip your waist as he holds you steady. The look on your face as you came could finish him off right then. Looking so pretty and pathetic as you took your boyfriends cock.

-you sense what feels like another orgasm approaching until a sharp pain shoots through your lower abdomen. “𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒂!’’ You whimper as the pain becomes stronger. Kisame pulls out and sees the blood, realizing you started your period. He holds himself together as the scent of your blood fills his nose. “𝗖𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗽 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆. 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗯 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳.’’ He replies, planting a kiss on your head before hopping out.

-as you wait for your lover to return, your stand under the hot water, feeling a tiny bit better as the cramping subsided. You cleaned yourself again to remove any blood that covered your inner thighs. Kisame smiles as he helps you out of the tub. Your cheeks flush a little as he starts drying your hair. You pop two pills into your mouth before you continue drying.

-back in the shared bedroom, Kisame has some of your favorite snacks laid out on the bed, as well as a heating pad for your back. This may be a challenging time for your boyfriend, due to the scent, but you feel warmth knowing he’s helping you, and wanting you to be as comfortable as possible. I’m bed, he wraps an arm around you shoulder, holding you against his side as you treat yourself to some cuddles and food. “𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿?’’ He asks after you swallow your bite. “Much, thanks to you.” You say as you smile up at him. He can’t help but plant kisses all over your face, wanting to see your blush.

𝗜𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶:

-one thing about Itachi is he gets jealous. Rather easily might I add. But he’ll never voice it. He’s the type to show you that you belong to him and him only. If he sees you talk too long with another Akatsuki member, by that night you’ll be covered in hickeys. All over your neck, stomach, and thighs.

-he watched as you chatted in the kitchen with Deidara and his partner Kisame. The words of Zetsu and Sasori going in one ear and right out the other as he waited for you. The longer you were in there, the more jealous he became. It wasn’t until he marched into the kitchen, leaving the two men mid conversation that he picked you up and marched down to your shared room. “Itachi. That was rude.” You commented as he sat down in his chair, straddling you to his lap. “𝗥𝗶𝗱𝗲.’’ He commanded of you. Pulling your dress up around your waist, exposing you lace panties.

-his large hands gripping your waist as he helped adjust to the speed he knows will get you there. He stared at you as your head fell back, allowing the pleasure to flow. “𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺.’’ You could hear the jealousy in his tone, pushing his leg into your core as you rode against him. Whimpering his name when you felt his lips suck and nip at the skin of your neck.

-“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂.’’ He taunted as you came all over his thigh. Moving from spot to spot, covering your throat in different sized purple marks. “𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲. 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗲’’. He growled in your ear, holding you firmly against his leg, watching as another orgasm tore through you. “𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴? 𝗛𝗺? 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂?’’ Itachi remarked, enjoying the view as you stained his pant leg with your juices.

“T-tachi” You whined his nickname as your orgasm became more intense. You hips and thighs beginning to burn. You cried loudly as he pushed your hips back and forth, stealing another release. Your head dropped onto his shoulder as you tried coming down from your latest high, but being denied that as your partner kept moving you. “𝒄𝒓𝒐-𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔. ’’ You whimpered, not being able to hold out any longer.

-“𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆. 𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆.’’ Cooed Itachi, helping you adjust your clothes. He lifted you up in one swift movement so your legs are now off to one side. He gently pulled you back so he could see your face. Eyes glossed over and cheeks flushed. “𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹. 𝗜’𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆. 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳.’’ He mewled to you. You and Itachi have been together for three years, knowing his jealousy comes from a place of care. His life was never easy, not in the slightest and you did all that you could to show him that you have no plans on leaving.

-you never got irritated with him when he got like this. You never judged him for being overly possessive at times. In all honesty, it’s one of your favorite things about him.

𝗦𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗶:

-for as long as you two have been together, one thing has never changed. Sasori’s desire to learn and relearn every inch of your body. He craves to watch the way you react to his touch. He lives for the reactions you give to him whenever you two try new things, discovering what other pleasures he can inflict upon you. Tonight, while the compound sits quiet and empty, Sasori decided on trying different toys on you. At the beginning of your relationship, you knew of his love to learn and you both decided on a safe word in case something you tried was too much.

-“Sas-ori.” You dragged his name out as he tore another orgasm from you. He watched as your eyelids fluttered, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you, and how your tits bounced perfectly as he thrusted into you. He took in how your whimpers changed with each setting the vibrator has against your clit. “𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝘁.’’ He said encouragingly, changing the pressure with a quick flick of his thumb. “I- cu-.” You stuttered as your release came. Your clit swollen from the non-stop pleasure.

-Sasori turned off the vibrator, dropping it off to the side so he could hold you tighter as he fucked you. He felt the way your walls started to flutter around his cock and knew you were close yet again. “𝗖𝘂𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗶𝘁’’ He whispered as you screamed, every orgasm stronger than the last. He thrusting slowed as he leaned forward, pulling a new toy from the pile beside you.

-your body covered in goosebumps and your head spinning that you didn’t feel what he was doing to your nipples. “𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆?’’ He asked, his voice helping you come too. You glanced down at your breasts, noticing small metal things on your nipples, you nodded when you saw they were clamps. The pressure from the clamps was different. A pleasure you didn’t think you needed until now. Sasori noticed the way your eyes rolled back when he massaged each tit, tugging gently on your nipple.

-the red head picked up his speed, slamming his cock deeper, the room filling up with the lewd noises you made as the head kissed your cervix. You saw stars when you felt your lovers fingers dance over your clit, rubbing circles over it. “𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑-𝒆𝒕𝒔.’’ You cried out as your orgasm ripped from you. Sasori slowed as he removed the clamps from your nipples, pulling out and away from you. Giving you a second to catch your breath.

-“𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴? 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆?’’ Your lover asked nervously. Always careful to avoid accidents and never wanting you in pain. “Felt-too good. Can’t. Continue.” You said through hitched breaths. Sasori planted kisses along your jawline as you slowed your breathing. “𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱?’’ He questions in surprise. “Yes.” You reply back honestly. You wished your body would calm down faster, so you could feel your boyfriends hands and cock in you again. But for now you simply rested your head on his arm, breathing with him as he put his forehead to yours.

𝗗𝗲𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗮:

-despite his cocky and stubborn nature, one wouldn’t expect Deidara to be soft and subbed behind closed doors. Deidara is needy and you love that about your partner. In public he acts tough but the second the two of you are alone he can’t help but touch you and explain how he needs to be since of you. Once the two of you got home, the fun started. You had Deidara on his back as you sucked his balls, stroking his cock. Your heat wet as you watched him twitch below you and start to whimper.

-“𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂.” Deidara begged as you teased him, rubbing the tip against your soaking lips. At his plea you lowered yourself, the two of you gasping as you took him in and as he felt your tight walls grip him. You motions started slow, watching as his eyes begged for you to pick up the pace.

-something changed inside Deidara, he wasn’t sure if it was because of how much you were teasing him or just his urge to try it but out of no where, you’re now on your back, your lovers hand tight around your neck, as his cock abused your walls. “𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗶𝘁, 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲.” Murmured the blonde. He watched as drool spilled from the corner of your mouth, loving every second of him fucking you.

-his squeezed your throat tighter, cutting off your air flow a bit too much for it to be pleasurable, not realizing he’s smushing the wrong spot down. “𝒂-𝒂𝒓𝒕.” You word came out muffled but loud enough for your love to hear you. He quickly let go and stopped, frightened that he injured you. “𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲? 𝗔-𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆?” He asked nervously. It took you a moment to catch your breathe and before you were able to answer.

-“I’m okay. I couldn’t breathe for a second there.” You explained. Deidara looks scared, back away from you, thinking if by sitting beside you, you’d end up hurt. “𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴?” Deidara asked. Wondering how you ended up without air. “Deidara, please relax, I’m okay. You pushed down on my windpipe. You’re supposed to squeeze the side only.” You started to explain, demonstrating on him. You let him test it on on you a few times before getting back to business.

-your body couldn’t stop the never ending orgasms as your partner fucked you, choking you with the right pressure. As you both came, and once your body’s relaxed, Deidara dropped onto the mattress beside you. “𝗗𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲?” You partner asked. You nodded as you leaned over to kiss him. The kissing got steamier and next thing you know, you’re riding your boyfriends cock, watching his facial expressions as your hand wrapped around his throat.

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myescapeforever · 1 year

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Had a big fight with my parents 2 weeks ago and decided to not visit home and my family for Christmas. The whole week my parents asked if I'm coming and I had to defend myself for not coming because they hurted me 2 weeks back. And today my grandma asks when I'm coming and i could cry again. How am I supposed to heal when I get reminded about it every day 🤦🏻‍♀️ I'm just so tired

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myescapeforever · 1 year

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───[HEAVENS CLOSER THAN YOU THINK]

⌗ 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 "𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓" 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 + 𝐁𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝟏𝟖+, dom/sub, chubby!reader, alcohol, daddy/sir kink, sizekink, petnames, oral (m), fingering, choking/chokehold, spit, slapping, unprotected sex, praise/degradation kink, body worshipping, creampie, slight humiliation kink, readers ethnicity is not mentioned

The waitress at the pub seemed to be flirting with ghost and then slid him a note to meet her outside

✧ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 ✧ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!!

Simon, Johnny, gaz and price were in a pub. they just needed to take some time off and relax, as they deserve of course. But the moment they stepped into the bar simon spotted a pretty little waitress in this tiny dress underneath a pretty white and frilly apron, standing on some beautiful heels, long nails, beautiful hair and that stunning face o' yours.

You kept Batting your lashes at him when they sat down at a table and you came over to ask them "hello, gents! What would it be?" You asked with a charming smile spreading your plush and full lips with a sheen of shine on them, looking hypnotizingly pretty.

After everyone ordered and you wrote everything down on your little notebook you looked at Simon, looking at you and you slowly asked him "and you..sir?"

He's used to being called 'sir' but..hearing it from you was different. He might not be fucking every night but he can tell when a woman is eye fucking him, and you definitely were. As he spoke up he saw your body twitch a bit and your eyes didn't know where to look, they went from his tattoed arm back up to his masked face and then his dangerous, piercing eyes

"whiskey.." he rasped, looking you up and down. You shivered at his cold but fucking sexy dark eyes scanning your body and you mindlessly nodded without writing it down and he leaned on his strong arms before lowly saying "you don't wanna write that down, love?"

You gasped and grinned nervously "r-right! Sorry, it's been a long night.." you wrote it down and smiled again "be right back, sirs..." as you walked away on your loud heels, he caught Johnny staring after you, or rather your ass and then look back at simon "she was deffinetely flirting with you, mate" gaz nodded and laughed in agreement as Simon just shook his head "you're a lucky guy but.. she might be a little crazy if she wants to fuck a strange masked man, no offense, l.t" gaz assumed.

Not even two minutes passed by and you came back with their drinks "here ya go, gentlemen~" you smiled and put down their drinks from your tray onto the table, but you slowly put down Simon's whiskey as your eyes met again and you smiled at him after a second of just staring at eachother you mumbled out a quiet "enjoy.." and slid a small piece of paper into his hand on the table.

Simon watched you quickly leave in a cute hurried run on your heels before he read your note underneath the table as the others talked,

the little note said "my shift is over in 10 mins, meet me outside <3"

At first he was puzzled if he should actually go for it but..he would be even more out of his mind if he turned this down. Plus it's been a while since he had a good fuck and you with your gorgeous curves seem just right.

So after ten minutes he just said he was going and left to go outside. And fuck, there you were in a pretty white faux fur coat looking the other way but immediately turning your head once you heard the little bell of the bar door. You smiled and walked over to him

"you came~" you said happily, he could tell you were excited by the way you shuddered..or you might just be cold due to your beautiful skimpy outfit letting the cold winter air and snowflakes hit your skin.

"Couldn't really say no, could i?" He said lowly and you huffed out a heavy breath as you felt your pussy react to his every word. "What's your name, love?" He asked, stepping closer to you.

You quietly said your name and his fingers lifted your chin up "Didn't quite catch that, doll..could you repeat that for me?" you let out a shaky breath and felt your thighs shake..but not because of the cold

"(y/n).." you responded and his eyes went down from your eyes to your lips before he put his thumb on your plump bottom lip, to dip it into your mouth for just a second making you gasp for air, before running this digit over both your lips sensually and slow.

"beautiful." He said and you gulped "wh..." you began but trailed off as his hand tugged your head up "what about you, sir..what's your name?.." normally he didn't tell people his name but..he needed to if he wanted you to scream it. But then again, 'ghost' would suffice. If the night goes good, he might tell you his name.

"I can't tell you my real name..at least not yet," he paused and looked back up from your lips "so just scream out ghost if you need to" you had a hard time not moaning at his statement, your breathing just got heavy and you nodded. "Use your words..you're a big girl aren't you?" Ghost teasingly remarked with his humb lightly tapping against your bottom lip. You gulped and said "yes, sir"

Ghost hummed in approval and because he couldn't hide his arousal anymore. Cause fuck, you were being effortlessly sexy, he couldn't stop thinking about exploring your whole body and sinking into your soaking wet pussy.

You knocked yourself out of your trance and said "..don't you wanna come inside? I got a room just above the bar.." you smiled, and Simon looked behind you and noticed that the bar in fact also owned a hotel, how convenient.

He just quietly nodded "lead the way." and followed you up the stairs, he had to admit, the bar and hotel both looked very comfy with the orange lighting and the dark wood.

But that was not what was catching his attention right now, as you were going up the stairs your dress lifted above your plush and thick thighs with every step until it was going over your ass, you thought your jacket covered it up but, no. Simon was even able to see your thong covered pussy.

His cock was already hard when the two of you made first eye contact in the bar but now he was fully hard and throbbing.

You got to your room and subtlely pulled your dress back over your ass as you unlocked the door with your other hand, Simon opened the door for you though and let you go inside first.

You thanked him with a wide smile and put your bag down one you got inside. Upon first stepping inside, it was a beautiful and cozy room. Wooden detailing, a big bed with red, nicely done sheets and multiple pillows decorating it, and a fire crackling in the fire place.

But his eyes immediately went back to you as you took off your coat "it's beautiful here, isn't it..?" Simon hummed in agreement "might come here more often.." you turned to look at him and grinned.

"for the atmosphere or..for me?" You asked with your pretty smile, stepping closer to him and his hand went back to your chin, tilting it up for him "manily for you.."

This was the moment you would kiss him. But you couldn't.. "can i kiss you..?" you pouted and Simon chuckled "no can do, love" you let out a cute saddened noise and sat down on the bed as you kicked your heels off.

The tall mysterious man got infront of you and ran his hand over your hair "what else can I do for you?" That's when he tugged your hair back, making you look up at him, the action made your back arch and you were dangerously close to his cock.

You bit your bottom lip to quiet down a moan. your shiny eyes slowly ran down his body, admiring how well built and strong he looked through that tight, black tee. Your eyes finally settled on his very obvious bulge tenting in the fabric of his tactical pants, you let out a shaky breath at how big and thick it looked in his pants..left you wondering how big it is out of his pants.

Simon grinned at your dazed look "you still there, love?" He asked teasingly and pulled your hair back again "now tell me, what can I do for you?" You shivered at how his sweet words contrasted with how tight his grip on your hair was.

"I-i wanna suck your cock.." you paused and gulped not sure if you should call him what you were about to call him

"daddy.."

You saw Simon's eyes twitch slightly as his breathing got heavier and his grip got tighter "i'm your daddy, huh?" He asked in a breathy and low tone. You nodded as your manicured dainty hands ran up and down his thick thighs, you were driving him fucking insane..he doesn't think any of his past partners hot him so rock fucking hard and horny before.

Simon loosened his grip and let go to unbuckle his belt as his eye contact with you never faltered, Simon could keep looking at you like this for hours. He had the most perfect view: your pretty face looking at him with this cock hungry look in your eyes and the slightest pout on your sticky lip gloss stained lips, and your perfect round tits were on display too.

Simon unbuttoned his pants but let the zipper stay up for you to pull down as he put his hand against your warm cheek, you noticed what he was quietly telling you to do and slowly zipped it down before pulling his pants down. His big hands stopped your smaller ones once you tried to pull his boxers down.

Instead he slowly, slowly pulled them down for you. You were dying when you saw his happy trail and small veins on his v-line, Simon enjoyed how your eyes kept flicking back up at him, begging him to pull his cock out.

Once the waistband reached his cock, he pulled it over his big lenght, letting it jump out and bounce a little. You audibly gasped when you saw how fucking pretty and big it was, your mouth gaped at the sight. "You like what you see." He observed and lightly tapped your cheek before his thumb went back to your open lips "go ahead." He urged, hand going back to your cheek "'s all yours.."

Your cunt was begging for attention, you couldn't drown in out. It was trobbing and pulsing, you knew you were dripping wet right now. You blinked small tears away from how badly your pussy needed attention and slowly took ahold of the tick base of his cock, you whimpered when it twitched at your touch and Simon's breath hitched ever so slightly.

"It's so big, ghostie.." fuck, you really always knew what to say, didn't you? It twitched again in your grip as you wrapped your fingers around it, biting your lip as you noticed that your fingers barely touched.

"Think you can take it?" He asked a little cocky, running his hand through your hair again. You eagerly nodded with a hum "yes, daddy.."

"Then go on.." he paused and pushed your lips against the head of his cock "show me." His encouragement made your hands a little shaky as you subconsciously already arched your back before placing your tongue on his tip and kissing it, basking in the sound of the man's quiet groan.

"Fuck, look at that pretty arch..got you so horny already, hm?" You nodded with his tip in your mouth and looked up at him through your long lashes. "Good girl.." that praise made you instinctively suck him into your mouth deeper, you weren't even halfway down but his cock was already filling your mouth up, fuck he was just so big.

Your hands gripped his pants that were sitting on his thighs as you sunk your mouth further onto his cock, filling your throat up. You took a few deep breaths through your nose and whimpered at his musky, manly scent. His little hairs tickled you as you reached his base.

Ghost let out a deep moan at the feeling of your tight and wet throat around his big cock and then suddenly you started bobbing your head up and down on it "fuck, doll..you take it good.." he groaned a little louder as you started moving your tongue along the underside of his cock before he was going back into your throat "real fuckin' good.."

You loved his praises, they just made you suck harder and faster. Your hand went from his thigh up to grab ahold of his now wet cock and stroke it, letting your hand make the most obscene wet noises. You gave his tip one last kiss and looked up at him before going further down while your hand stroked him, ghosts eyes were half lidded as he fought off the urge to cum with groans and grunts.

You finally reached his heavy balls and started sucking one of them, getting the big man to get his breath knocked out of him, his eyes slightly rolled back into his head as his hand in your hair pulled you away, you immediately stopped stroking him. "Careful there, love.."

he warned as he tried to control his heavy breathing "that pretty mouth of yours was gonna make me cum" his hand went from your hair to holding your cheeks, you grinned sheepishly "that's what i was going for, sir.." Ghost chuckled at your bluntness and patted your cheek lovingly

"you wanted my cum down your throat?" He asked softly to which you nodded eagerly "yes, daddy" Simon chuckled

"dirty girl.." he groaned deeply and suddenly pushed you down onto the bed, making you look up at him as he spread your thighs apart, you tried fighting against his grip but he was obviously stronger. You didn't want him to see the wet patch on your panties that you were sure was very obvious, you pulled your dress over your crotch.

Making Simon huff out a laugh "gettin' shy on me now, doll?" In a blink of an eye his hand snatched your hand away as you whimpered and whined "noo~ ghostie!"

His eyes settled between your legs, immediately spotting the wet patch. You pouted as his pretty eyes looked back up at you "that's what got you all shy?" His Fingers pressed into your clothed pussy and started sliding them over your slit, keeping your eyes locked.

"your wet little pussy?" His grip loosened and you kept your legs open for him. You shyly nodded "'s just that..I've never been this wet, ghostie.." your confession made Simon's breathing grow heavy again.

of course he felt good when he made women wet with just a look but fuck..you made him feel like a god almost, he never felt that way. You're like something out of a dream.

Simon grabbed the bottom of your dress and pulled it over your body to expose your panties, pudgy tummy and those gorgeous tits. He mindlessly threw it onto the floor without looking away from your curvaceous body, leaving you completely naked aside from your panties and him still completely dressed.

Simon couldn't even keep his hands from running up and down your body if he wanted to, his big hands ran from gripping your tummy up to your plush tits and pinching at your hard nipples, feeling your soft skin against his palm and fingers felt almost electric. To both of you. "Fuck, doll..you're a fuckin' sight.." he groaned as his hands gripped your tits harder, making you throw your head back with a cute whimper. "Ghostie~" you cried out as your hand grabbed his "please, daddy.."

Simon chuckled as his cock twitched at the feeling of your skin and your desperate begging "please what?" He teased, his stoic facade back up and running again, pressing his bare cock against your clothed cunt, forcing a loud whimper out of you.

"P-please fuck me already—nghh..please, I need it- need your cock" Simon huffed, that feeling he felt inside of himself was something he couldn't compare to anything..you're so fucking perfect, your beautiful eyes kept looking so innocently at him even when you said such filthy things.

Simon grabbed your hips to quickly turn you around and lift your hips up high, Simon wanted to moan at how you immediately arched your back for him and kept your head down in the mattress "look at you.." he hummed, sliding his fingers over your clothed slit again "so fuckin' pretty and obidient"

your moaning and whimpering were the closest thing to heaven he has ever heard..it calmed him even, made him completely drown out any other thought of the usual horrible things running through his mind, leaving just you overtaking his mind. And he let you.

Simon hooked his fingers under your panties, pulled and let them snap back against your pussy, making you yelp and quiver. Simon grinned at you writhing and gripping the sheets beneath him "so fuckin' needy.." he groaned before suddenly ripping your panties apart, making you gasp at the sheer strength of the man behind you, and throwing them to the ground.

Simon's fingers immediately went back to your pussy and the way his cock throbbed at how giving wet you were made him think he was gonna cum from it. "Fuck, you're so wet.." Simon's heavy breathing got a little louder until he let out a groan and suddenly pulled you up against him by sliding his arm under your head and pulling you up by your neck. You moaned in surprise and just kept whimpering, fuck, that arm with the tattoo was swung around your neck..making you so much more wet, if that's even possible at this point..you gasped and felt your cunt clench down hard on absolutely nothing.

You felt Simon's huge, warm and wet cock press up against your back while his fingers kept playing with your cunt, letting lewd wet squelching noises errupt "let's see how easily my fingers slip in, hm?" You moaned pathetically and unconsciously grinded back up against his cock, making simon groan lowly into your hair.

All of a sudden his thick fingers slid into your cunt, so fucking easily too..Simon couldn't contain the moan that errupted deep within his chest "fuck, you little fuckin' slut." He groaned as he didn't even let you adjust before he started ramming his fingers in and out of your soaking cunt, the wet noises and your desperate moans got him so fucking ready to just fuck you right here right fucking now, but he knows he would have to prepare you for his big cock first.

"D-daddy! F-fuc—" you cried out and choked on a moan as ghost choked you harder with his thick and tattooed arm.

"You like that, huh? Filthy fuckin' whore" he groaned at the way your body subconsciously moved up against and with his motions. Your pussy clenched down hard on his thick fingers at his horrible remarks "you like it when men talk to you like the whore you are? Huh?" He deeply groaned against your ear, you nodded and his fingers thrusted particularly hard "say it. loud and proud, love" he teased.

you mewled and whimpered before parting your glossy and swollen lips "i-i like it when you talk to me l-like the whore that—that I am!" You babbled at felt tears running down your pretty face, deffinetely ruining your mascara.

"That's it, good girl." He growled and slid his fingers in and out of you faster and faster until you were close to your orgasm, felling your tummy tighten as your cunt fluttered around his fingers, making Simon's pace falter a bit before finger fucking you hard and fast again as he knew he was about to make you fall apart on his fingers "c'mon, doll..cum, give it to me." He urged,

but you barely even registered what he said, too lost in chasing your high, clenching your thighs hard and digging your sharp nails into the strong forearm restricting your breathing as you came harder than you ever have before.

Simon felt your cunt gush and pulse around his fingers as you creamed on them, letting your eyes roll back and mouth hang open. Simon pulled his fingers out of you and let you properly breathe again, turning you around to lay on your back as his fingers Massaged your thighs.

His gaze landed on your pretty face, makeup smeared and ruined "bloody fuckin' hell.." he mumbled and grabbed your face, you reacted at opened your eyes again "gh-ghostie.." you smiled and Simon suddenly covered your eyes with his hand. He just needed to kiss you, fuck he couldn't help himself.

Your already dazed mind was now even more confused but moaned once you felt his soft but rough lips on your sticky ones, forcing his tongue in your mouth as you let him and he forcefully kissed you when his other hand came up to grab your pretty face. He pulled away, keeping your eyes closed as he stated at your lips for a second longer and grumbled out a

"open your mouth, love"

you immediately obeyed, making his heart pound against his ribcage at how goddamn obidient you are. He pursed his lips and roughly spit into your face, making you whine that you didn't get anything in your mouth, making simon chuckle sadistically before giving you what you want by spitting straight into your mouth, twice.

Simon's cock ached and throbbed uncontrollably by now because of you, all because of a person he just met thirty minutes ago. But fuck, you're a fuckin' angel sent down from heaven.

Ghost pulled his mask back over his mouth and let your tired and almost lovestruck eyes look at him.

"You kissed me~" you giggled happily but then got interrupted by the head of his hot cock brushing against your sensitive clit. His big hands gripped your hips tightly against him and rubbed the underside of his cock between your soaked pussy lips, letting his tip bump your clit every time.

You gasp and grab at his forearm "what do you want, love?" He huffed grinding his cock harder against you, he then rubbed the head against your pulsing hole "go on. Tell me" he urged, pushing forward as if he would finally sink into you, just to pull away again

He repeated that process until you finally spoke up "i-i want you to own me, daddy..you can do what ever you want with me, sir!" You mewled but then almost choked on your own pleasured scream as ghost sunk into you to the hilt, the stretch burned but it burned so fucking good, he was so fucking big that you could swear you felt him in your throat as you cried out.

Simon lost complete control when those little pleads left your mouth, he just let his cock take over.

As your warm walls clenched and pulsed around his fat cock he started rutting into you "you want me to own you? A stranger?"

He chuckled and suddenly slapped you, he almost came when you moaned and clenched down hard on him after the impact of his slap. "Filthy whore." He growled as he started hammering into you while his hands gripped your hips so hard they'd surely bruise you, he kept watching your face contort into pleasure before throwing his head slightly back as you rolled your hips against his thrusts "fuck, doll..be careful what you wish for..might just take you with me" he huffed and kept thrusting his hips against yours. Your wet heat felt like his own personal heaven, your cunt felt euphoric around him. You let out a whimper before it transitioned into a moan as he repositioned your hips a little and suddenly hit that sweet little spot inside of you. "There it is.." he chuckled but deeply groaned again as your cunt gripped him like a vice.

You looked up at him through your wet lashes and Simon couldn't stand how fucking pretty you looked, all ruined and fucked out with your makeup fucked, mascara running, lip gloss smudged and spit all over your lips and face. This filthy sight urged Simon to fuck his unbelievably hard cock into your sensitive and raw pussy "ghostie—" you moaned and pulled him closer by the back of his neck "i-i want you to take me with you—" your eyes became glossy again as his cock repeatedly hit your g-spot. Simon put his forehead against yours and grunted out a deep moan "you really wanna be mine?" He asked breathlessly as his pace never faltered. You nodded with a loud whimper.

"Fuck—" Simon breathed "then I'll take you, I'll take you home and use you whenever I please and you're gonna be my goid little cocksleeve.." he paused to gulp and huff out a breath "that what you want?"

You nodded, biting your bottom lip while your face scrunched up so prettily as your cunt fluttered and clenched around his cock "yes!" You cried out and sunk your fingers into the material of his cotton shirt on his back as you buried your face into the crook of his neck before biting into the thick muscle of his shoulder.

Simon grabbed both of your plush thighs and pressed them up against your chest to fuck into you, deeper and harder, you let out the most beautiful moans of pure pleasure he has ever heard.

This new position let him knock against your cervix with every thrust, making your head fall back with your eyes getting knocked into the back of your head. Your mouth fell open into an 'o' as your orgasm hit you like a fucking tsunami.

The clenching and gripping of your cunt had Simon moaning as huffing as you started milking him when his cock twitched and throbbed as the hot liquid shot into your cunt. Filling you up to the fucking brim.

After five seconds, he was still cumming. And you were still clenching. You heard his beautiful and pornographic moans as he slowly came down from his high.

He let your thighs go and grabbed your hand to then run his thumb over yours lovingly. You pulled him closer and kissed him quickly but softly, over his mask, making simon twitch from your loving gesture. You breathlessly giggled "you're gonna take me with you now, right?" You asked while softly running your hand over his shoulder and bicep.

Simon sighed and chuckled, still just as out of breath as you "how could I say no?"

You giggled and let your head fall back as Simon slid his cock out of you. He laid down next to you and turned his head in your direction, just to look at you. You were fucking gorgeous..

"Simon." He suddenly said, making you turn your head "what?" He turned his body to fully face you and leaned his head on his palm "I won't repeat myself" he said lowly. You needed a little time to register what he was trying to say and your grin widened "Simon!" You called out and hugged him, swinging your leg over his hip. Your cute little call made him genuinely smile.

But he quickly noticed you grinding your pussy against his still hard cock, his hands gripped your waist to make you stop. But you pouted as you looked up at him "please~ only a second round" you begged and blinked your eyes a few times.

Simon sighed and got back above you and between your legs before he straightened his back to slowly slide his shirt over his fucking insane body, he looked like Adonis himself—after he pulled it over his head his dog tag clanked against his chest. He chuckled at your open mouth "you're drooling." You put your hand over your mouth and giggled before you kept watching him take the rest of his clothes off.

You bit your bottom lip and grinned up at him through your lashes as his piercing eyes stared you down "horny girl.." he sighed and put his hand over your eyes again to slide his mask up and softly kissing you again.

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myescapeforever · 1 year

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Started playing Marvels Midnight Suns and I'm kinda disappointed I haven't found any Peter Parker x Robbie Reyes fics 😔 my two boys have so much love to give to each other 💕

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myescapeforever · 1 year

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My second tumblr account with my cosplays💕

My cosplay journey so far

A few are missing will post them in a second post 💕

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Tie-Breaker

pairing: steddie x fem!reader

summary: sexual tension is thick in the apartment when you move in with your friends eddie and steve, and one night it all becomes too much to ignore with a little friendly challenge involved.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, fluff, friendly competition, cursing, dirty talk, implication of jealousy, kissing, teasing, oral (f & m receiving), unprotected piv, friends to lovers kinda? threesome obv

word count: 8.4k

a/n: hello my loves! i've spent a ridiculous amount of time on this fic trying to get it right. it's my first time writing a threesome so it's been a process... i really hope it's not absolute shit!! i hope you all enjoy it!! let me know what you think. shoutout to @e0509 for helping me with the mental block i had on this one, it was much needed❤️

You’ve only been living with Steve and Eddie a few short months, but in that time you’ve been learning a lot and have gotten to know them better than you’ve ever known anyone. For instance, Eddie has no personal boundaries.

Like the time when…

You stood at the sink, brushing your teeth when the bathroom door swung open revealing Eddie, who was covered by only a towel, hanging low in his hips.

“Almost done.” You mumbled through a mouth full of toothpaste, trying to push back the racy thoughts that were popping into your head at the sight of his almost naked body.

He just shrugged, walking further into the washroom. “I don’t mind.” He said, dropping his towel and giving you a full view of his ass in the reflection of the mirror.

Your hand came up to cover your eyes as you spat out the toothpaste, discarding the toothbrush somewhere on the counter before running out of the bathroom. You could hear his deep chuckle as you walked towards your room to finish getting ready in there.

Or there was the other time when…

Eddie walked into the living room where you and Steve were seated, watching tv. You both looked over to see a wild gleam in his eyes.

“Hey um, princess, I was looking in your drawer for a lighter since I lost mine and, well I couldn’t find one. But I did find this.” He beamed as he pulled your vibrator out from behind his back.

Mortified, your eyes went wide. “Eddie!” You yelled before you hopped off the couch and snatched it from his grasp.

“You see, I thought that buzzing I could hear from your room late at night was a sound machine but-” Eddie started, but you walked off towards your room in embarrassment before he could say any more. You sat in there the rest of the day wondering how you would ever face the two of them again.

Yeah… so there was that. And on the other hand you’ve learned that Steve is a very touchy feely person.

There was the time that…

You were preparing dinner for the three of you, as a sort of thank you for the boys letting you move into their apartment, knowing things were bad at home for you. You had a precise focus on mincing garlic when you felt a set of large arms snake around your waist, pulling you into a broad chest.

“Mmm whatcha making?” Steve hummed, his face was peeking over your shoulder, mouth just beside your ear.

You didn’t know how to react. Your stomach did a flip and you tingled where his arms met your waist. You tried hard to hide the blush that crept across your cheeks, knowing that Eddie could see everything from the living room.

“A roast.” You squeaked out.

“That sounds so amazing, sweetheart.” He had practically moaned into your ear.

“Th-thanks.” You managed to get out as you tried your hardest not to melt into his arms.

Then he walked into the living to join Eddie like nothing had happened at all.

Yeah that was something. You also recall the time when…

It was Saturday evening and you and Eddie were sat on the couch, watching some gory horror flick. You both heard the door to the apartment slam shut. It was 9:48pm, well past when Steve should have gotten out of his closing shift.

“You alright there, Harrington?” Eddie asked, as the other boy walked into the room dressed up in his cute little Family Video vest.

“A group of kids came in five minutes before closing saying they were going to be in and out. Half an hour later I finally kicked them out. And I’m sure I’m going to hear about it from Keith too.” He grumbled, throwing his body down on the couch beside you.

“Sorry Stevie, want us to start the movie over?” You had asked in an attempt to fix his mood.

“No. Too tired.” He mumbled as he laid his top half against your thighs. He turned around so that his face was flush with your tummy, and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you further into his embrace. You tried your best not to feel that intense pressure between your legs

You looked over at Eddie, who just shrugged like this is just your average Saturday evening.

Steve fell asleep like that, face buried into your lap, arms holding on to you for dear life. And needless to say, you sat in that position all night, even when Eddie said he’d gladly give him a slap in the ass to wake him up.

So yeah, you’ve definitely gotten closer with the two of them since moving in. You’ve been best friends with them for a long time, but it wasn’t until moving in with them that you realized just how close you could all get.

Another spectacular thing that you’ve learned is that the two boys are very competitive. Much to your amusement. Almost every day you get to watch your own personal comedy show. It started off with Eddie saying he could out smoke you both. You accepted the fact but Steve insisted on taking him up on the bet. Eddie obviously won that one, poor Steve never had a chance. Then, a few days later, Steve challenged Eddie, saying he was the better cook. This one was nice, it gave you two half decent meals. You gave the win to Steve, plate presentation was everything. And they carry on and on with this constant competition. Who has the most hair products? Who can do the most pushups? Who can make you laugh harder? Who can eat the fastest? Followed by who can burp the loudest? (Yes unfortunately that one is true).

It’s definitely been an experience, but you’ve never been happier. You feel so carefree around Eddie and Steve, feeling like you can finally be yourself. Everyday is something new and fun, there is never a dull moment between the two of them.

It’s Tuesday evening, and all three of you are home, no one having work tonight. You love nights like this. Just you and your two favourite boys enjoying eachothers company.

You are laying across the couch, enjoying a book, while Steve sits beside you, absentmindedly kneading at your thigh while lost in thought. Eddie is sitting on the floor, his back against the couch as he strums at his guitar. His curly hair tickles your arm as you read, but you don’t say anything. You like having him close. Eddie hums something as he plays.

“Sound really pretty Eds.” You voice.

“Thanks, Princess.” He replies. “Better than Steve right?” He challenges.

You roll your eyes and laugh.

“That wasn’t a no. Steve, princess thinks I sound prettier than you.” He smirks.

“Not true Eddie, Steve sounds pretty too, you both sound pretty.”

Steve looks at you with a smile, his hand rubbing up and down your leg. A touch that is innocent, yet makes you feel warmth between your legs. You feel curly hair moving around on your arm and look down to see Eddie looking up at you.

“Yes, Eds?” You hum with a smile.

“Whatcha reading?” He asks, probably hoping it’s some sort of fantasy. While it’s not a fantasy book, it is a fantasy for you. Romance.

“The Silken Web.” You answer. He looks at you with confusion written in his eyes. “It’s a romance novel.” You laugh.

“Ahhh I see.” He replies. Him and Steve exchange a glance that you don’t see. “Any good?”

“It’s alright.” Normally you prefer horror or mystery but your heart is just craving something else recently. “What, you wanna borrow it or something, Munson?” You giggle, your eyes still scanning the pages.

“Yeah, maybe it will help me get some dates.” He jokes. Your smile falters, only for a millisecond, but Eddie catches it. “Okay up there, princess?” He questions.

You hum a quick ‘mhm’, hoping he drops it.

“So, Harrington. Who do you think can get more girls, you or me?” Eddie asks, purposely trying to push your buttons. There is a look in Eddie’s eyes that Steve doesn’t miss.

“Don’t know. We should make it a challenge though.” He says, playing into Eddie’s attempt to tease you. “What do you think, sweetheart? Think I can win that one?” What you don’t know is that they are doing this with the only intention of observing your reaction. The thing is, neither of them had spoken to or even given the time of day to any girls since you moved in. It was an unspoken thing. They lost interest in any other girls as soon as their daily lives involved you. And they both knew this wasn’t going to change anytime soon. In their minds, you were their girl.

You feel a pit in your stomach. You know you shouldn’t feel the way that you do about both of them. It’s something you feel guilty about. How can you feel that way about them both and just expect them to be yours. They are your friends, nothing more. Still, the green-eyed monster stares you right in the face at the thought of them having some sort of competition over who can get more girls.

You scoff, trying to play it off like you don’t care about their romantic lives. “Dunno. Also don’t really care.” You huff. “And if you two are just going to have ‘guy talk’ I think I might turn in for the night.” You speak softly, moving to get up from the couch.

Steve pushes you down gently by your thigh that he still holds, while Eddie has a vice grip on your arm to hold you to the couch.

“Hey sorry, princess. Just stay, we are having a good time. No more guy talk. Promise.” Eddie coos. “You just read your book. We won’t bug you.”

Steve nods along in agreement.

You do as they say and continue to read your book. It really isn’t even that entertaining but you do enjoy their company. The couch shifts as Eddie leans forward, placing his guitar on a nearby chair. He proceeds to turn around and watch you while you read. You feel the gaze of both boys on you. Too nervous to look up, you just keep your eyes on the pages in front of you. Eddie’s hand finds your hair, brushing his fingers through it softly. It’s so soothing that it gives you goosebumps all over, which Steve notices on your exposed thigh that he still holds in his hand.

“Like that, sweetheart?” Steve coos.

Your eyes flick up to meet his gaze and you miss the smirk that plays across Eddie’s lips. You hum a quick ‘mhm’ before returning your eyes to the book. You’re not even reading the words at this point, just staring at the pages blankly.

“Feels good? Eddie playing with your hair? Me with your pretty legs?” He continues. You look up again to see the two of them sharing a look. “Like having us both touching you, huh?”

Your heart is racing, unsure of how to respond. So you just give them a quick nod.

“Oh c’mon princess, we would really love to hear your pretty little voice.” Eddie whispers beside your ear. “Why are you so quiet all of a sudden? It’s just us.” He says as if he’s totally unaware of the impact the two of them have on your pussy right now.

“Sorry Eds, must’ve gotten wrapped up in my book. It feels nice, yeah. Like it.” You mumble.

You flip the page of your book realizing you haven’t done that in a while.

Steve’s hand works its way to the inside of your thigh, drawing circles. You feel wetness pooling in your panties and subconsciously squeeze your legs together to relieve some of the pressure.

Steve moves his hand away like he touched a hot stove. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you-” he says. He’s afraid that he’s scared you off, pushing too far.

“No!” You say, almost too rushed. “Uh- no, sorry I didn’t mean to do that. Tickles.” You reply.

He holds your stare as he slowly places his hand back to where it was on the inside of your thigh and you make the conscious effort to not squeeze your legs together again. Steve picks up where he left off, tracing random patterns on your leg.

Meanwhile, Eddie’s face has moved a lot closer to your head, his hand still running through your hair. You can feel his breath on your neck and if the two of them weren’t holding you in place, you think your body would be spasming from all the touches that you need but aren’t receiving.

You put your book down and they exchange another look before Steve says “Don’t want to read anymore?”

“No, book’s kinda boring.” You breathe out, trying your best not to let out some sort of whine.

“Oh okay, you want to talk instead?” He replies.

“Mmm sure.” You say, barely getting the words out. Eddie smirks, his head resting on yours, his lips still not touching your body.

“How was work yesterday?” Eddie asks you.

“Good.” You almost squeak.

“Just good? What happened?” He pushes, wanting you to speak longer sentences.

“I uh- stocked the produce aisle- mmm-” You stifle out a moan as Steve’s hand touches a really sensitive spot.

“Okay, sweet girl?” Steve questions, feigning innocence.

“Oh uh- yeah, just think I forgot to put the oranges away with the shipment.” You’re quick to lie.

“Oh okay, hope you don’t get in trouble.” Steve teases.

You shake your head. “Frank loves me.” You speak, referring to your boss. Steve looks at Eddie, shooting him a grin. “H-how was your day?” You ask.

“Well you know, neither of us worked, so we mainly spent the day bumming around. Talking.” Steve replies.

“Oh yeah? What about?” You ask.

You hear Eddie’s dark chuckle beside you and Steve tries his hardest to hide a grin.

“You know, just our usual, friendly competition and such.” Eddie speaks, his voice sounding lower.

“Typical.” You chuckle.

Suddenly Eddie’s lips brush against your neck. Not kissing. Not moving. Just there.

“Yeah, we are just so predictable.” He speaks against your neck. You feel his lips curve into a smirk, and you see Steve watching him with an unrecognizable look in his eyes.

“Want to know what friendly bets we had going?” Steve asks. He tugs your legs towards himself just slightly so that your clothed ass and cunt are pressed against his denim clad thigh.

Steve feels the heat radiating from your pussy but doesn’t say anything about it. Eddie looks at him with his eyebrows raised, as if questioning if you’re hot down there. Steve gives him an almost unnoticeable nod.

“Sure.” You reply, hoping that you’re not soaking through your sleep shorts and onto Steve’s jeans.

Eddie sits up and turns your face to look at him. His eyes are dark. Refusing to let you break eye contact while he speaks to you. “Well, princess, see Stevie and I, we are both pretty confident guys. We both feel pretty gifted in bed. Me probably more so.” Eddie chuckles. This earns an eye roll from Steve. “Anyways, this led to the discussion of who is the better partner in the sheets.”

There’s a moment of pure silence, before you whisper an almost inaudible ‘oh’.

“Yeah, you know of course Munson over here was running his mouth again.” Steve adds. “But well, you know most of our challenges display an easy winner. This one’s a little harder to judge.” He sighs.

“Yeah uh- yeah I guess so.” You laugh nervously. “Kind of broad I guess.” You don’t know what to say. All you know is that Steve’s hands have moved so far up your thigh that if he moved the right way his knuckles would brush against your cunt, and Eddie’s lips are attached to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. You feel every muscle and nerve in your body wanting to pounce on both of them, but they hold you still, the two of them keeping their calm and cool demeanor.

You let out a whine when Eddie’s mouth finds a sweet spot on your neck. He laughs against your neck and you look at Steve who has the most innocent look splayed across his face.

“Does Eddie’s mouth feel good, baby?” Steve asks. The way the word ‘baby’ leaves his mouth makes your stomach flip. You squeeze your eyes closed as Eddie bites down gently on the spot, sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

“Steve asked you a question, princess. Answer him.” Eddie instructs against your neck.

You nod your head. “Yeah Stevie. Eddie’s mouth feels good.” You whimper out.

“Bet mine's better.” He shrugs.

You just hum, too encompassed by the feeling of pleasure to give him a real response.

Eddie decides you aren’t talking enough and wants to push you just a little more.

“Hey, Harrington. About our bet, think we should ask one of the babes that comes into Family Video to participate? She can let us know who eats pussy better, who fucks harder.” He asks with the wildest look in his eye. Of course Eddie doesn’t actually want to do that. He doesn’t give a shit about any of those girls. But the look in your eyes when he says that makes his heart absolutely pound, his dick straining against his black jeans.

Steve picks up on his game, ready to play. “That sounds like a great idea. Easy too, they’re always coming in to make some flirty comments at me, sure they wouldn’t mind a bit of you too.” He shrugs towards Eddie.

You see red. How could they sit there and make you feel so special before talking about sucking on another girl's cunt and giving her the pounding that you want.

“Fuck you.” You spit, sitting up from where you were laying.

“Woah, woah. What’s the problem, baby?” Steve asks as if he didn’t have a clue in the world.

“You two sitting here talking about getting some girl off. That’s the problem.” You huff, standing from the couch. Eddie just laughs and Steve hides his smile. This just ticks you off even more. You want them to take you seriously. “How’d you feel if I sat here talking about taking some random guy's dick so far down my throat that I see stars? Hmm? Like that?”

Eddie stands from where he was seated on the ground, giving you the lightest push that sends you back onto the couch, onto Steve’s lap.

“That’s not fucking funny, princess.” He growls, bending over so that he’s eye level with you. Hearing you talking about sucking another guy off makes him feel a level of anger and jealousy that he hasn’t experienced before.

Steve’s arms encircle your waist., locking you into his lap. Your eyes go wide, Eddie’s never been angry with you before. You almost feel like cowering. But you don’t, remembering how his words made you feel just a moment ago.

“Yeah, well I’m not particularly enthralled with hearing about your dirty little whores either, Munson. Don’t give me that double standard bullshit.” You seethe.

They have you right where they want you. For months they’ve been trying to feel you out, see if you feel the same way about them as they do about you. Not wanting to hurt your friendship by making a move on a false sign. Now they have all the confirmation they need.

But for extra measure, Steve asks “Are you jealous, sweet girl?”

You huff. There’s no point in hiding it. It’s blatantly clear that you are enraged at the thought of either of them with another girl. “Is it that fucking obvious, Steve?” You say.

“Hey, be nice to Harrington, he didn't do anything to you.” Eddie scolds.

You just look at him like you’re about to cry. You love Eddie, but the thought of him with another girl makes you want to rip his head off.

Eddie sees the look on your face and fesses up. “Look, princess. I was never going to do that. Steve wasn’t either. Just trying to rile you up.”

You look at him with your brows knit in confusion.

You feel Steve nod on your shoulder. “It’s true, baby. We weren’t going to touch any other girl. We’re your boys.” He speaks gently, beside your ear.

“M-my boys?”

Eddie nods, while Steve squeezes his arms around you tighter. “Of course, I haven’t even looked at another girl since you’ve been here. Same with Steve. You have us both in the palm of your pretty little hand.” Eddie says, his hands coming down to cup the sides of your face.

You feel your heart rate pick up. You had no idea they felt that way. For months you thought you were crazy for feeling the way you do about the two of them.

“Princess, can I kiss you?” Eddie asks with sincerity in his tone. “I’ve just been wanting to for so long.” His voice sounds nervous. Eddie isn’t scared of anything. He’s been through so much, nothing phases him anymore. But right now he’s absolutely terrified of your rejection.

You nod your head quickly. “Please. Yes please.”

He takes a seat beside you and Steve on the couch. Eddie brings his hand up to hold your chin and jaw, this is the most gentle he’s ever been around you.

He looks at Steve. “Is it okay if I kiss her first, Steve?” He asks so softly that Steve wants to kiss him.

Steve shifts you on his lap so that you’re facing Eddie better. “Make her tremble, Munson. I want to feel it.” He replies.

Eddie leans in carefully, and places his lips on yours. His lips are hot, almost as if he’s been biting on them. The kiss is slow, but intimate and full of unspoken months of lust. As his tongue slides into your mouth you feel Steve’s lips attach to your neck. As Eddie deepens the kids, you grind your ass down into Steve’s crotch out of instinct. You feel Steve groan and chuckle against your neck

“Munson kissing you real good sweetheart?” Steve asks, breathing against your neck.

‘Mhm’ you moan into Eddie’s mouth. His grip is now hard on your chin, almost as if he’s clinging to you, scared of you leaving. Your hands find the back of his head, gripping his hair. A small tug causes Eddie to whimper into your mouth. It’s endearing and the sound makes you shift off of Steve’s lap, swinging your leg over to straddle Eddie. Both of his hands find your ass, gripping hard and desperate. He rocks your hips into him and you have to detach your mouth from his just to catch your breath.

Steve takes this opportunity to take your head in his hands, looking into your eyes with the silent question of ‘can I kiss you now?’

You answer by bringing your lips to his. Steve kisses you like his life depends on it. Where Eddie started off gentle, Steve is all consuming right from the start. Where Eddie savoured the sweet taste of your lips, Steve devours the taste like a starved man. Two very different approaches, both of which you needed desperately.

Eddie continues to rut your hips against his while Steve kisses you like your mouth is the air he breathes. Eddie’s come back to your neck, leaving small kisses over all the bite marks he made.

A smile whine leaves your mouth as Steve pulls away from the kiss. You’re about to protest, but stop when Steve grabs Eddie’s chin, pulling him for a kiss. You watch lustfully and greedily as the two of them share an intimate kiss. You can tell by the way their mouths move together that this isn’t the first time they’ve kissed. Hell, it’s not even the second. It’s like they both know exactly what they need from each other and have no problem fulfilling that need.

When they break away from the kiss, Steve blushes and Eddie answers your reaction with a smirk. “Like watching us, princess?”

You nod, eyes wide and blown out in lust. “I uh- have you guys-?”

“We told you, sweetheart, no girls since you moved in. You’re the only girl we want.” Steve smiles in response.

“But of course we still have needs.” Eddie winks towards Steve. “You know, a little kissing here and there, some hand action.” He smirks watching your reaction.

The thought alone makes you blush.

“Friends gotta help each other out.” Steve shrugs. “Can we help you out, baby? Just want to make you feel good.”

You nod, and like lightning both of their mouths are on you again. Eddie’s lips are on yours with more hunger than his previous kiss. Steve is sucking and biting at your neck so hard that you know it will leave you marked up. You grind down into Eddie with force, suddenly aware of his hardened dick in his pants underneath you. He groans into your mouth and his hands find their way under your shirt. He breaks the kiss only for a moment to bring your shirt over your head and discard it somewhere in the living room. Eddie is pleased to be met with your bare tits.

“No bra, princess?” He remarks with a smirk.

Steve’s lips leave your neck as he sits back to watch. “What? You didn’t see her hard nipples poking through her shirt earlier?” Steve laughs.

“No I did. Just like to tease.” He grins.

Eddie’s lips find your collarbone, grabbing one of your breasts with one hand and your hip with the other, to ensure you keep rocking back and forth on his lap. Steve’s mouth greedily starts kissing and licking at your other breast. His tongue swirls around your nipple, and with no mouth on yours to stifle the noise, the whimpers and moans coming out of you are pornographic. Steve gently bites down on your nipple and you let out a cry of pleasure. Your hand flies down to press against Steve’s crotch, your palm feeling his hard dick straining against his jeans.

Steve bucks his hips up into your palm, and you try but fail to undo his pants. He moves your hand. “Uh uh baby, you first.” He says, his lips pink from kissing your body.

Eddie chuckles into your neck, kissing his way up to your mouth. He stops, looking you dead in the eyes. “Want to do something for us?” Eddie asks. You nod fervently. “I want you to tell us who can eat that sweet little pussy better. How’s that sound, princess? Can you do that for us?” He almost bats his lashes. Your thighs squeeze together at opposite sides of his legs at the thought of both of them attending to your needs.

“Of course Eds.” You whisper.

Eddie’s grin grows so big you’re scared that it might split his face in two. He turns to Steve. “Hear that, pretty boy? She’s going to let us have a taste of that sweet sweet pussy.”

You look to Steve to see that his face displays that of a man who’s won the lottery. Eddie stands up from the couch, wrapping your legs around his waist in the process. He holds you by your ass as the two boys walk out of the living room.

“Where are you taking me?” You whisper in Eddie’s ear.

“Harrington’s room. He’s got a nice big bed for us, princess.” He smiles, rubbing your ass through your shorts. You can’t help the smile that grows on your face.

You hear Steve open the door and Eddie runs in, dropping you on the bed. You’re immediately surrounded in plush comforter and what seems like the most comfortable mattress you’ve ever been on. You’re brought back to the moment when Steve’s hands gently reach into the waistband of your sleep shorts. He looks at you, asking for permission to take them off. You lift your hips in response, and he starts sliding them down so carefully that you could melt into his touch. Once off, Steve gently places them down beside his bed.

Both boys stand over you, staring at your naked body hungrily. You blush, and go to cover yourself up, but Eddie grabs your wrist.

“Nope. No way, princess. You’re too good to cover up.” He licks his lips. “I got your lips first, so I’ll be nice and let Stevie have the first taste.” Eddie grabs you by the inside of your thighs, slowly spreading them open for the other boy.

Steve wastes no time positioning his face between your legs. He first runs his thumb up your slit, feeling your wetness. His eyes looked glazed over and lolled. “Fuck, she’s soaking wet for us Eddie.” He smiles. Steve grabs the other boy’s hand, bringing it down to your cunt. Eddie copies Steve’s actions with his index finger.

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart.” Eddie groans, before coming over to lay beside you. He props himself onto his side with his arm, watching you. Eddie doesn’t want to miss a thing, he wants every single reaction, every movement, every twitch of a nerve.

You feel Steve’s breath on your cunt before his tongue. The presence of his face between your legs is intoxicating. You feel like your entire body is vibrating with electricity. Steve slowly licks a stripe up your slit, collecting your wetness on his tongue. He moans at the taste. “Eddie, she tastes so fucking good. Come here.” Eddie is quick to slide down the bed to where Steve is.

Steve pulls him in for a kiss, letting Eddie taste you from his tongue. The sight alone could make you come, but they stop, and Steve guides Eddie’s face down to your dripping pussy. Eddie goes in, his tongue instantly plunging into your hole. One of your hands comes flying down to clench a fistful of his hair, causing him to moan into your cunt.

“Shit.” You cry out. They’ve barely even touched you and you’re a shaking mess.

“Hold on baby, we have so much more to give you.” Steve states. Eddie moves his head away, allowing Steve to go back in.

Steve flicks his tongue gently at your clit, sending your back arching off of the bed. This time you grab for Steve’s hair, and he makes such a pretty little whine when you do.

“Uh oh, princess is messing up pretty boy’s hair.” Eddie remarks.

Steve pulls away only to say “I don’t care. She could ruin me and I’d thank her.” Before diving back in.

His words mixed with the feeling of his tongue against your clit makes your eyes roll back in pleasure. The sight of Steve eating your pussy and you barely holding on makes Eddie so hot that he has to take his shirt off followed by his tight black jeans that were absolutely suffocating his dick. You take a moment to enjoy the scene before you. Eddie’s almost naked body covered in all the ink you love so much, and Steve’s beautiful face attached to your cunt, his eyes staring up at you with the most pussy achingly submissive look on his face.

Eddie shoves his way in, mumbling something about you not making enough noise. His face replaces Steve’s, the contrast in their oral technique instantly apparent. Eddie has no issue running his teeth along you and sucking so hard that your legs involuntarily kick their way up around his shoulders, squeezing his face. His low chuckle into your pussy makes you let out a scream that you didn’t know you had in you. He’s rough, in the best way possible. Eddie knows exactly how to get you there fast. But when you’ve almost hit your peak, you tap his head to get him to move. You need Steve’s gentle touch to coax you though your orgasm or you might just cry.

“Stevie, I need you to make me come. Be nice please.” You whisper.

Eddie grins, and Steve is quick to follow instruction. His tongue movements are calculated. Every single one deliberate and bringing you exactly to where you need to be.

“Come for Steve, princess.” Eddie says for the other boy, whose mouth is too occupied with your pussy to speak.

Within seconds you are climaxing against his tongue. Eddie grabs your hand in his, and you squeeze tightly. Steve’s chest feels warm listening to all the sweet moans and whimpers leaving your lips. He knows precisely how to move his tongue to help you ride through your orgasm without overstimulating your pussy. When he knows you’re spent, he places the most gentle kiss to your clit, trailing small kisses up your pelvic bone to your belly.

He watches you, eyes lolled. Your breathing is ragged and your chest and face are adorned with a blush and some sweat.

“Such a good girl. Giving us an orgasm like that.” Eddie coos in your ear, twirling some of your hair around between his fingers.

Steve rests his head on your tummy, Eddie’s in the crook of your neck. Their hands still trail all over your body absentmindedly as they give you time to relax and regulate your breathing.

You can tell when your relaxed state turns back into a heightened one, because suddenly Steve’s touch is giving you tingles of pleasure again, and you have to stifle a moan from the feeling of Eddie’s erection pressing into your thigh. You reach your hand down to grasp Eddie’s cock through his boxers. His breathing picks up, you can feel it against your neck.

“Still want to play, princess?” He groans out.

“I haven’t gotten to feel either of you inside of me yet.” You whisper, almost embarrassed at the words leaving your lips. “And look at the two of you. All worked up. Can’t leave you like that.”

“You have no idea how many times you’ve left us like that, sweetheart.” Eddie smirks.

“Well it’s not happening anymore.” You quip back.

“Oh yeah?” Eddie raises his eyebrows with a grin.

“Never.” You speak seriously this time, looking between the two of them. “Just need to feel you both. Right now.” You practically whine, the words dripping from your mouth.

“Oh baby, we can arrange that.” Steve smiles, looking up at you. “S’long as you think you can take it today, sweet girl.”

You nod your head eagerly. “‘Course Stevie.”

The boys exchange a knowing look as Steve sits up. Eddie grabs your face, your cheek resting in his palm. “Steve’s going to fuck you first sweetheart, that okay?” Eddie asks, his thumb stroking your cheek. You nod, your eyes lost in his. “That means I get your mouth first, princess.” He grins wickedly. His dick twitches in his boxers when he witnesses your pupils dilate at his words.

Steve’s hands find your hips, pulling you on top of him to straddle his still fully clothed body. His arms hug you into him. He’s so soft and needy. His hurried lips find yours, feeling lost without the connection. His kiss is much gentler this time, almost as if he’s nervous. When he separates from you to take a breath, you take the opportunity to rid him of his shirt.

Eddie taps your ass, signaling for you to sit up from Steve’s lap for a moment, you do so, your chest coming up to meet Steve’s face. With your tits pressed against his face, Steve feels like he might just die in this moment.

Eddie undoes Steve’s jeans, pulling them down with his briefs. His ringed fingers grasp your hips, slowly sitting you back down in Steve’s lap. You immediately feel Steve’s bare cock, hard beneath your cunt.

“Happy now, princess?” Eddie asks with a smile.

“Very. Thank you Eds.” You blush.

You look at Steve who looks like his eyes might pop out of his head. His heart is beating so fast he’s scared it might explode. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous. He’s comfortable around you and had no problem kissing you and putting his face between your thighs. He feels a warmth in his chest. He thinks he might love you.

“Hey, you with me, Stevie?” You ask with a gentle touch on the side of his face, bringing him back to the moment. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You whisper.

“No!” He rushes. “I want to. I do. Just in my own head.” He admits. He doesn’t bother putting on an act around you.

You smile a lopsided smile at him. You look down to see Eddie is holding Steve’s hand from where he stands beside the bed. You don’t say anything, but you get butterflies in your stomach and your heart flutters with warmth.

Eddie rubs circles on the back of Steve’s hand, just as he did yours, to soothe the boy from his own nerves.

“Well I’m just going to sit here, okay Steve? And when you decide you want to, you can. If you change your mind that’s okay, baby.” You whisper into his ear. The vibration of your voice sends chills all over his body, his dick automatically responding by twitching beneath you.

“Nothing’s going to change right?” He whispers watching your eyes. “You won’t hate me after?”

There it is. The reason he’s scared. He doesn’t want to lose you. He can’t lose you.

“Stevie, I love you and I always will. Nothing is going to change that. Ever.” You reassure.

It’s true. Steve’s had your heart since like sophomore year. Your friendship with him almost destroyed your heart a million times over. Just wanting more. Then Eddie Munson came into the picture. Hot metal head, total freak, exact opposite of Steve Harrington. But for some reason your heart tugged you towards him as well. It left you pining after the two of them for years, feeling as though it might split your heart in half. Your feelings refusing to let up on either of them.

Steve’s gentle “Can I fuck you now, pretty?” pulls you from your thoughts.

You nod your head eagerly. “Please.”

He lifts your hips just slightly, grabbing his cock in one hand and positioning it at your entrance. Steve and Eddie both watch your face as he slides you down onto his dick slowly. Your chest is heavy with an overwhelming feeling of wholeness.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me.” He groans as you sink all the way down to the hilt. Your pussy clenches around him at his words. “So responsive too. Not going to last long if you keep clenching on me like that.” He chuckles.

You start to rise and sink onto his cock, finding a rhythm, the only noise in the room being the obscene sound of your squelching and yours and Steve’s shared pants and moans.

You look up to see Eddie watching you from where he stands beside you. “Such a good girl, taking Harrington like that. Like Stevie’s big cock in your tight little pussy?”

You nod, already out of breath. Your hands leave Steve’s shoulders to tug Eddie’s boxers down. Your eyes wide at his size and you hear him chuckle.

“Don’t worry if you can’t take it all-” Eddie starts but you cut him off when you take his dick in your mouth.

You bob your head all the way down his shaft until your nose is met with Eddie’s pubic hair. The feeling of his dick in the back of your throat makes tears start to form in your eyes. He stares at you wide eyed in disbelief. You come back for air, your mouth making a popping noise coming off of his cock.

“What was that, Munson?” You ask, brow arched. Steve just laughs as he continues to fuck up into you.

“Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl.” Eddie grunts.

You put your mouth back onto his cock, bobbing your head up and down. Eddie grabs your hair in his fist, the pull causing you to moan around his dick. He bucks his hips into your mouth involuntarily as Steve relentlessly thrusts his cock into you, you bouncing up and down to meet his rhythm.

You feel your core tightening, each thrust bringing you closer to climax. You release Eddie’s cock from your mouth, pumping him in your hand instead. You’re panting so hard you can barely breathe.

“Steve, I’m g- gonna come.” You whine out.

Steve grips your hips even harder, flipping you over so that your back is on the bed. “Look so pretty beneath me.” He pants out, continuing his pace, fucking you deeper than you thought possible.

“I-I need you to let me come.” You moan out.

The two boys share a look. “What do you mean?” Eddie asks, kneeling down beside you on the bed. “Do you need Steve to tell you to-” Eddie looks up at Steve with wide eyes. Steve’s pace stutters for only a second.

They both look at you, mesmerized that their new girl has a little trick.

“Oh Steve, she’s being so good. You should let her come.” Eddie bats his eyelashes up at Steve.

You nod your head. “So good. Please Stevie.” You practically cry out.

He smirks down at the both of you. “Of course baby.” He coos. “You’re so good. Come for me baby, give me that orgasm.”

And just like that you’re contracting around his dick, yelling out a string of profanities as Eddie kisses your neck to soothe you through your orgasm.

Steve pulls out and you whimper at the loss of contact, hands shooting out to grab for him.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl. Just letting Eds have a turn.” He reassures.

The two boys lift you up, positioning you on all fours. You feel Eddie’s fingers trail down your spine, the bed dipping behind you from his weight. Steve is in front of you, his fingers gently pulling your chin up so he can look at you.

“Still with us? Need to let us know if you want to stop.” He checks in, his eyes searching yours with sincerity.

“Please don’t stop.” You speak. The two boys share a grin that you can’t see.

“You’re such a good fucking girl.” Steve coos. “Gonna make me come with that mouth of yours?”

You nod, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue like you’re getting your throat checked at the doctors. He takes the welcoming invitation, sliding his cock into your mouth.

“Taste that, baby? That’s all you. Tastes good huh?” He speaks as he thrusts in and out of your mouth slowly.

You make a muffled ‘mhmm’ noise around his cock and he tips his head back, the vibration making his dick twitch in your mouth.

You feel Eddie run two fingers up your slit and your back automatically arches, jutting your ass in the air to give him easier access to your cunt.

“So fucking pretty. So fucking responsive.” Eddie groans behind you.

Eddie takes his cock into his hand, lining himself up with your entrance. He pushes the tip in, letting you slowly adjust. The sound you make around Steve’s cock is obscene. Eddie slides himself in further, hand gripping your ass in an attempt to stop himself from pounding in and out of you relentlessly, the tight squeeze of your cunt around his cock making it a very difficult task.

“Jesus Christ, princess.” Eddie growls. “Your pretty little cunt is so desperate she’s sucking me right in.”

You clench around him, and Eddie loses focus, thrusting into you and bottoming out. You and Eddie both moan at the feeling, Steve at sight in front of him.

Eddie starts to fuck in and out of you at a fast pace, and you’re mentally thanking him for letting Steve work you in first. His pace is relentless, hands gripping onto your hips so hard that you know it will leave bruises.

“Shit she feels so good, Steve.” Eddie pants. “How’s that mouth of hers treating you?”

“So good, Eds.” He whimpers out in response.

Steve is barely holding on. Between the feeling of your mouth and the porno playing out in front of him, he’s buzzing and just on the cusp of his own climax. Your tongue licking up and down the downside of his shaft, teasing when you get up to the tip, is ultimately what gets him to that edge.

“Hold her up, I want to come on her tits.” Steve instructs the other boy, pulling out of your mouth in the process.

Eddie wraps a large hand around your neck, bringing your back up to meet his chest, his pace not faltering once. The new position has his dick hitting your insides in a different way. You feel so full that you let out a scream of pleasure, tears starting to form in your eyes again from the feeling.

“This okay, princess?” Eddie checks in.

You nod as best you can with his hand around your throat. “So fucking good Eds.” You whimper.

The sound throws Steve over the edge. You and Eddie watch as hot ropes of Steve’s come coat your tits and stomach.

Steve, completely spent from his orgasm, sits in front of you and watches the two of you. His eyes are fucked out and his cheeks are flushed to the most beautiful tone of pink. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, taking a breath.

You watch as his blissful eyes widen. “Woah, Eddie I can fucking see your dick inside of her.”

Eddie is quick to look down, a face splitting grin appearing on the boy. With the hand that isn’t holding your throat, he grabs your hand, pressing it firmly on your stomach. “Feel that?”

The feeling makes you moan. You feel as he moves in and out of you, your hand now sticky with Steve’s come that coats your stomach. The feeling brings you close to your climax, desperate to let go.

“Eddie, can I come?” You whimper.

“Oh you’re so good.” He coos. “But not yet, I think you can hold on just a little longer.” He chuckles darkly. You watch as Steve smirks up at the boy.

You whine at his response. “Oh come on! Please!” You cry out.

“Keep acting like that and I’ll never let you come. Be a good girl.” He instructs.

His hand leaves yours on your stomach, coming down to play with your clit. You let out a moan that is more of a scream, aching for release.

“You can come when I come.” He says firmly. “How about you get Harrington here to help us out.”

“Stevie please. Please Steve, I want to come so bad.” You practically cry.

Steve sits up, gripping Eddie’s chin in his hands. He places his lips onto Eddie’s, the kiss is desperate. Eddie is needy, the heated kiss bringing him right where he needs to be. His thrusts become harder, his climax approaching quickly.

His lips pull away from Steve’s to search for air. “Okay, sweetheart.” He breathes. “Come for me. Now.”

Just like that you’re coming undone. Your thighs are tensing up as your orgasm rips through your body. You feel Eddie’s dick twitch, his come shooting inside of you. Your entire body is shaking from the immense pleasure. Eddie is desperately kissing your neck as Steve leaves pecks all over your face and lips, little praises of ‘good girl’ leaving his lips.

Eddie continues to fuck his come up into until a mixture of your fluids is dripping out of your cunt and down your legs. His pace finally slows, his dick still resting inside of you. Pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades, Eddie holds your hips steady as he pulls out of you.

Steve sets off to get a damp towel to clean you off with. When he returns, he sees Eddie massaging your scalp, your head lolled back into his chin. Steve wipes you down and then dries you off, all the while enjoying your new found discovery that Eddie Munson gives the absolute best head rubs.

When you’re all cleaned off, Eddie wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you both down to lay in Steve’s bed. Steve falls down beside the both of you, your body being squished in the most pleasant way by your clingy, touchy boys.

“So.” Eddie smirks. “Who’s better in bed?”

You roll your eyes as the two boys stare at you, waiting for an answer. How could you choose? They are both so perfect in their own ways, two complete opposites, both meeting and exceeding your needs.

“Both. Just both. I need you both, how could I ever choose.” You breathe out.

“Guess that means we will just need to have a tie-breaker?” Steve suggests, making you and Eddie smile.

“Guess so Harrington, bring your A game because I’m taking you down.” Eddie laughs.

You giggle at the two of them, perfectly content with the idea that this is more than a one time thing.

Eddie’s hands run through your hair again, Steve’s finding your thighs, rubbing them with soothing circles.

“I meant what I said earlier.” You speak. “I really do love you Stevie.”

“I love you too.” He smiles.

You turn to Eddie, his eyes watching you. Waiting. Hoping.

“I love you too Eddie. So much.” You admit.

His eyes crinkle with a smile at your words, relief washing over him.

“Well I was really hoping you’d say that. Because I’m fucking unbelievably in love with you, princess.” He laughs.

You look between the two boys. “Is that okay? That I love you both?” You ask nervously. It seems silly considering the intimate experience you just had with both boys, but you still feel that you need their approval.

“Of course you can. We both love you. And we love each other too.” Steve says, looking at Eddie with a blush.

“We are just glad you’re on the same page as us now, princess.” Eddie smiles, his face buried into your hair.

Eddie is cuddled into your side and your head rests on Steve’s chest, his arm wrapped around both you and Eddie.

Steve places small kisses on your nose and rubs Eddie’s head until all three of you fall asleep in a tangle of limbs in his bed. Steve doesn’t mind sharing at all. It’s only fair, his bed is the biggest and comfiest.

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myescapeforever · 1 year

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Hi! For hcs could you please write Marc x Afab reader smut with lots of praise?? (Dealing w body insecurity stuff) thank you!!! Also with Steven too if you’re bored xx

Hey, ty for the request! I'm sorry if this is a bit late and I feel like this is really horrible writing I'm so sorry, but I hope you're still able to enjoy it. :)

18+ / Marc and Steven praising afab reader

warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of PIV and oral sex

A/N: I have no idea if this is in character or not and I kinda rushed it towards the end, hope it's still good regardless.

MARC

- I don't know how other people hc him and maybe I'm just entirely wrong, but I do feel like marc would just love to look at you during sex and give eye contact. I think he craves feeling a deep connection with someone, even if it scares him a bit.

- He could be pounding into you relentlessly, fucking you with a primal-like energy. He'd still look down at you and tell you how gorgeous you are, how good your pussy felt, how you were his and only his (emphasizing that last part to let Steven and Jake know lmao)

- He'd kiss you starting from your forehead and lips, moving down your neck and giving special attention to your breasts and stomach, making sure to leave marks all over you. He'll look up at up from time to time with a soft smile, "You're so beautiful, baby. You know that?" Before making his way down and settling in between your thighs with a devilish smirk.

- Also, I feel if you were insecure, he'd know, even without you telling him directly. And I could imagine one way of him reassuring you would be to stand you in front of a mirror, his hands roaming your body as he kisses down from your neck to your shoulders.

- Before you know it, you're either bent over a counter or positioned doggy style in front of the mirror while Marc fucks you. "Look in the mirror, baby.", he'd demand as he moved his hand that was rubbing your clit to grip your hair, using it to keep your head in place so that you could watch him pound into you. "Fuck. That's it. You like watching yourself take my cock, huh? There you go, baby. Look how fucking beautiful you are, so perfect, taking it so well."

- And when you ride him or suck him off, he'd either have a fistful of your hair, his cock twitching in the back of your throat or he'd be underneath you, with a vice-like grip on your hips. He's sweaty, his hair a complete mess and jaw clenched. (like that one scene in ep 3 where he shoved that guy against the wall...)

- You'd just watch as this man who has had to remain emotionless his whole life, start to unravel.

- "Shit.. Oh shit. Jesus fucking christ", he'd mutter, looking at you with nothing but lust in his eyes. "You're gonna make me cum, angel. You're so fucking.. Look at you. God, you're amazing. So good for me.."

STEVEN

- Oh Steven, sweet baby boy Steven. I think it goes without saying that this man would be the master of praise. I'm pretty sure most writers in the fandom hc him with a praise kink (where he enjoys giving and receiving) ... and they're not wrong.

- We see how this man looks at Layla like she's a goddess.. (she is) and that's just looking at her with her clothes on. Like, imagine him seeing someone naked in front of him. That wanted him. His brain would stop working I'm telling you...

- If you were insecure about anything, Steven would be in genuine shock. I don't think Steven has the best self-confidence either (.. even though he compliments marc.) and he couldn't understand why someone as beautiful as you would ever look his way.

- No matter what you were doing, even outside of the bedroom this man would be awestruck by you, and uh, he'd let you know.

- Imagine riding him or sucking his cock. Watching him become an absolute whining mess for you. His messy curls falling onto his face, mouth agape, with his pretty eyes half-lidded, staring at you as if he was being fucked by a literal god/goddess, all while looking like one himself.

- "Shit. You're - Oh God yes. You're bloody amazing. Thank you. Thank you so much. Keep going. Please. Please, I need you."

- Also, people tend to hc him as a pussy eating god.. and again they're correct.

- He'd be in between your thighs, worshipping you, eating you out like a starved man, only coming up for air now and again to let you know how breathtaking you are.

- If he was fucking you, whether he was going at his usual slow and soft pace or plowing you into the mattress (at your request). He'd stare down at you, trying to make as much eye contact as humanly possible.

- "Look at me, love. God, I can't believe how gorgeous you are."

- The closer he was to cumming, he'd start losing what little control he has left of his words.

- "Jesus christ y/n. I love you so much. Oh Shit. Keep making those pretty noises for me, please? Oh God, please baby. You feel so good, so, so good."

- After sex I feel is where a lot of his praises would be though. He'd have such a huge boyish grin on his face, eyes filled with so much love and happiness. Telling you just how lovely you are and that he loves you more than anything in the world.

(+ Additional thought before posting, but imagine the praise both boys would give you whenever you cum.... 😶 "Cum for me. Yeah, Just like that. You're fucking perfect, baby." or um.. "What is it, love? Oh, God... That's it. Look at you.. That feel good, yeah? You're bloody amazing.")

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myescapeforever · 1 year

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Pairing: Marc Spector x Fem!Reader x Steven Grant x Jake Lockley

Summary: Marc teaches you a lesson about control with the help of Steven and Jake.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Rough oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v penetration, edging, overstimulation, choking, slapping, spitting, fingering, praise kink, degradation

A/N: This honestly sounded better in my head but I have post-election depression and needed a distraction so this will do LMAO

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Ever since you met Marc, your life turned upside down but all in the best ways. Sometimes, quite literally too like how you were on his bed with your head dangling off from the edge while his cock slid in and out of your mouth.

With your legs spread open, you could feel the wetness that continued to gush out of your aching cunt. Each heavy drag of Marc’s cock against your tongue and throat made you embarrassingly soaked, especially with the noises that he would make.

“Stick your tongue out, baby…” Marc said breathily after pulling his cock out from your mouth.

You did as told and when you felt the tip of his cock tap against your tongue, you moaned out loud and lifted your hips up from the bed.

Marc chuckled, pressing his hand down against your abdomen before sliding it to your breast to give it a playful squeeze.

“Look at you squirm, so fucking needy. You’re soaking the sheets, babe.” He said as if it wasn’t obvious.

You whined and kept your hands to your sides, despite the desperation to touch yourself. The ache and throbbing in your pussy was almost too much given that Marc hasn’t touched you yet.

“Marc, please…” you softly pleaded as you gripped the sheets.

Marc merely laughed, pinching your nipple before shoving his cock back into your mouth with no warning. He grunted as he kept a hand against your throat, feeling how his dick strained against your skin each time he slid in.

You choked on his cock a bit but continued sucking him, hollowing your cheeks. Tears pooled in your eyes as Marc roughly fucked your mouth, his ballsack slapping against your nose with every thrust.

Finally, you felt his fingers rub your folds but only for a quick moment before he stopped. He slapped the inside of your right thigh before letting out a groan.

“Suck me so good, baby. Think you deserve a reward.” Marc said.

“Go touch yourself, I want to see you finger your cunt while I fuck your mouth.” He said.

“But you can’t cum ‘til I allow you.” He quickly added.

Letting out a whimper, you started rubbing your clit in big, slow circles while your other hand fondled with your breast. You kept breathing through your nose while Marc mouth-fucked you.

Marc was a very vocal man— his grunts and husky curses were turning you on so much that you could feel your abdomen tighten quickly.

“God, your mouth feels so fuckin’ good around my cock.” Marc said, slowing down his pace as he watched his member glisten with your spit.

He gently held your neck, pulling his cock out and resting it on your tongue before bending down to spit on it.

You moaned and sucked on the tip at the same time you inserted your fingers into your pussy.

“That’s right, keep fucking your pussy just like that. So wet for me, you love it when I fuck your mouth like this, don’t you?” Marc asked with amusement.

Even with a mouthful of Marc’s cock, you nodded your head and sped up your fingers. You were too focused on sucking him that you completely got lost in your own pleasure.

You rubbed at your clit hard and fast, making yourself cum despite Marc’s instruction not to do so. Letting out a muffled moan, your entire body trembled and your hips stuttered as you came.

Marc was quick to take his throbbing member out from your mouth, clicking his tongue in disappointment as he watched you writhe on his bed.

“Baby, I thought I told you not to cum?” He asked, bending down to caress your face.

You heavily panted, “‘m sorry, I couldn’t hold back.” You admitted.

Marc sighed, “I know, baby. I know. But I can’t let you off that easily, you’re aware of that, right?” He asked.

You merely nodded, carefully sitting up on the bed and turning around to face Marc. His body was flushed and sweaty, his curls disheveled and eyes dark with lust. He looked absolutely ravishing like that.

“Lay down. On your side.” He said and waited for you to obey before climbing on the bed.

Marc started pressing light kisses on your body, starting from your ankle up to your thigh, licking his way up to your neck as he positioned himself behind, spooning you.

“If you can’t control yourself, you’re gonna have to learn it from us.” Marc whispered into your ear as he lifted your leg up, just enough to slide his cock into your pussy.

You gasped at how easily he slipped in, your sensitive cunt quickly adjusting to his girth. Marc wrapped an arm around your waist, cradling your breast as he fucked you from behind, nice and slow.

“Marc, faster…please…” you whimpered, moving your hips to meet his thrusts.

Marc laughed into your ear, “You want it fast?” He asked but didn’t wait for a response.

He lifted your thigh up higher as he fucked you fast, growling at the way your pussy clenched around him. Gritting his teeth, he let go of your thigh and reached around to rub at your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Could feel you getting close again, baby.” He breathed out.

You moaned out his name when your abdomen tightened, bracing yourself for another orgasm until Marc whispered into your ear.

“But like I said, we’re gonna have to teach you a lesson on control.”

His hips stilled all of a sudden, the hand on your clit moving away to cup your face.

“You alright, love?”

You whined, “Steven, please? So close…”

Steven’s lips ghosted against the shell of your ear, his hands caressing your skin while his thrusts slowed down.

“I know, love. But we gotta slow down a bit, yeah? Still your hips for a bit, can you do that for me?” He asked sweetly, one hand reaching for your leg to bring it down as he started moving again but keeping his pace slow.

The way your legs were pressed together made you feel his cock move even more, making your entire body shudder with want.

“Nice and slow, love. Nice and slow…” Steven breathed out.

“So good, Steven…” you said, feeling the coil in your abdomen start to loosen.

Steven continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, promising that he’d be there to take good care of you later on. Unlike Marc, his touches were featherlight and careful, as if he was afraid to break you apart.

He treated you like you were fragile; he made sure to help you come down from your high before you could even snap.

“That’s right, love. Feels good, innit?” Steven asked, keeping a slow and steady pace as he made love to you.

Your soft breaths began to turn into whimpers once more when Steven’s pace changed, stimulating your cunt once more and bringing that familiar heat back into your stomach.

“You’re doing so good, love. Keep this up for me, yeah?” He asked.

As soon as you nodded, you felt a change in the way you were being held. A hand gripped your breast firmly, squeezing it while his thumb stroked your nipple.

“You didn’t think Steven was going to let you off like that, did you?”

Another whine escaped your mouth at the presence of Marc yet again. You could easily tell he was fronting just by the roughness of his thrusts. How his hips moved against yours, where his hands often went and how tightly they would squeeze you.

They continued punishing you like that, with Marc fucking you hard and fast until you were about to cum only to switch to Steven to edge you with his slow and gentle movements.

Your entire body was quivering, your cunt abused yet unsated. The sheets beneath were soaked, both in sweat and your juices.

“Almost there, love. Hold back a lil’ bit longer and we’ll get you there.”

Tears were already staining your cheeks as you panted heavily, your chest rising and falling with every breath you took.

“Can’t hold back…please…” you whimpered, your back arching as you reached behind to grab onto Steven’s waist.

He pressed a soft kiss beneath your ear, “Marc, I think she’s learned her lesson.” Steven softly said.

Steven was just as exhausted, his breath fanning against the back of your neck, tickling you.

“You’re good, love.” It was the last thing he said before Marc took over again, wrapping your torso with his arm to reach for your clit.

“You did so good for us, baby.” Marc praised, pressing down on your bundle of nerves before tightening his grip around your body.

And then he fucked you, spreading your pussy lips with his fingers to see how your cunt was taking in all of him.

Marc clenched his jaw, grunting at how slippery your cunt was yet so tight around his dick. His balls were so tight from holding back just as much as you were.

“Cum, baby. Cum for me.” He growled into your ear as he pounded into you until you were crying out his name.

Your orgasm was so strong it made your eyes cross and your body shudder. You could feel your cunt flutter around Marc’s cock over and over again.

Marc spooned you and held you close to his chest as you experienced aftershocks. He rubbed soothing circles against your stomach while kissing your cheek.

“Good girl, baby.” He whispered, “I know you got more in there. Can you give us one more?” He asked.

You were so out of it already but when you felt Marc’s cock throb inside of you, you whined and shook your head in response. Too exhausted and overstimulated, you weren’t sure if your body could take another round.

Swallowing thickly, you let out a soft whine, “I don’t think I can.”

Marc grunted, “Just one, baby. Need to feel you cum on my cock again before I do.” He said.

“Too much, Marc.” You whimpered despite the growing heat in your belly yet again.

Marc was quiet for a moment, you thought that he was going to let you off for now. Just as when you were about to doze off, Marc reached around to grab your face, squeezing it in his hand.

“Now that’s just disappointing. I thought you were our good little slut?”

That accent, thick and heavy— it was Jake.

You knew him but never spent a lot of time with him. He would only front whenever Marc or Steven needed protection. Or in this case, help in getting what they wanted.

If Marc was rough, Jake was brutal. It was his grip that often left bruises in their wake, reminding you that you were his just as much as you were Marc and Steven’s.

He further squeezed your face, turning it to him, “You’re gonna give us one more, you hear me?” He asked.

You nodded, mouth agape and at a loss for words. Whenever Jake was in charge, he always pushed you to your limits and well, you loved every second of it.

“Open your mouth, stick your tongue out.” He demanded.

You quickly obeyed, Jake smirked before spitting into your mouth.

“Atta girl.” He praised before sticking two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

You squealed when he moved his hips, thrusting into you at a steady yet powerful rhythm that made your body bounce. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the air, matching the smell of sweat and sex that lingered.

Jake was barely pulling his cock out from your cunt as he fucked you, ignoring how you were gagging on his fingers that was now shoved down your throat.

“That’s it, could feel your fucking pussy milking my cock.” He grunted.

Tears welled in your eyes yet again, pain and pleasure mixing into an entirely different sensation that was so addicting. It was painful yet you wanted more and more.

Jake removed his fingers from your mouth and brought it down to your pussy, slipping two of them inside and stretching you out even more.

His cock and two fingers inside, you didn’t think they’d all fit but here you were, taking all of them like a pathetic whore.

“More, come on. One more, you can do it. You don’t want to disappoint us, do you?” He asked but you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond.

“I asked you a question.” Jake grunted, slapping your face before wrapping his hand around your throat, choking you.

“Don’t…don’t wanna disappoint…” you stammered, your eyes fluttering shut.

Jake slapped your cheek again, “Keep your eyes open.” He said and you immediately followed, trying your best to keep them open.

“Good girl. So fucking obedient ‘cause you’re our slut, right? You’re our good little bitch.”

Jake's filthy words, his cock and fingers finally pushed you to the brim. You came with a silent scream, your body stilling and toes curling as you rode out your orgasm.

All you could remember was Marc taking over and him spilling his seed inside of you before praising you, “So good, baby. Did so good for us.”

It probably took you a couple of minutes to regain your consciousness because when you did, you were cuddled close to Marc’s chest.

His hand was rubbing your back, his touches were soft and gentle— it was Steven.

“Hi there, love.” He grinned, looking down at you.

Your eyelids fluttered as you beamed up, “Hi Steven.”

He kissed your forehead and pulled you closer, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up to your shoulders.

Marc might have turned your life upside down, but with Steven and Jake in the mix? It was like riding a goddamn roller coaster over and over again.

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myescapeforever · 1 year

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It's so good 😭😭🥺🥺

The Secret

Venom x Eddie x Reader (yep, again)

“She smells like him again.”

"Stop it V.“

"And she wasn’t where she said she was. Again.”

"There is certainly an explanation.“

"Yes. You know what Eddie. Even if you refuse to admit it.”

Y/N, Eddie, and by extension Venom, had been together for a few years now.

When he had met her, he had loved her straight away, telling himself that he had absolutely no chance with her, and that anyway, he was too weird, with his “roommate”, to have a relationship.

But Y/N had insisted on being his friend, she said she found him charming, funny, intelligent. And sexy.

How could he resist someone who was saying he was sexy ?

Besides, Venom liked her too. He said she was like Annie, but better. He was even more certain when he appeared in front of her and Y/N was not afraid.

Well, she was a little scared, that was normal, but she let Eddie explain the situation to her, she let Venom lick her face, and since she didn’t run away, they thought they could love her unconditionally.

But since a week, they were not so sure anymore.

Y/N was lying to them. She was hiding things from them.

They had discovered it by chance, seeing her in the street, when she had told them that she would be very busy because of her job, and that she would certainly be stuck in her office all day long, not able to reply to their messages.

Then Venom smelt it. She was seeing a man. His scent was on her, although she tried to mask it with perfumes and showers.

It hurt.

But Eddie could understand. He wasn’t perfect, there was bound to come a day when Y/N would realize it. Even more if she had met someone to compare him with. Now she must regret staying with him. With them.

Living with Eddie Brock wasn’t easy before, so living with Venom wasn’t always a dream.

Every day, as soon as she left the apartment, he wondered if she was going to come back, or if she was going to disappear without saying anything. Like Annie.

V was right, she was like Annie. Everyone was like Annie, they were always leaving at the end. But in the evening, she would come back, sometimes late but she would come back, with that smell, and it was even worse.

He didn’t dare ask her who the man was. He didn’t want to know. Even though he would have preferred her to leave him, he also wanted to keep her as long as possible.

Venom was hurt. Because Eddie was hurt, and because he really trusted Y/N. While she was not his host. Because of this betrayal, he didn’t want to see her or talk to her at all. He never took out of Eddie when she was there.

"… Something is happening ?“ she asked, because of course she noticed the absence of the symbiote. "Did you two have a fight ?”

"No, babe. V is just tired.“

"I can go buy him something to eat if he wants.”

"It’s nice, but no thanks.“

One morning, they were awakened by the smell of pancakes. Y/N was already up, making breakfast with a small smile on her sweet face. She seemed very happy.

Right away Eddie thought it was the moment. She was ready to say everything. She was going to leave them and move on with her new lover, with whom she was really happy.

He didn’t let her speak.

Trying to stay calm and polite, he told her he knew. He knew she was cheating on him with someone. He didn’t want to know who, or since when, or why. He knew why.

He still told her that it hurt him, because even though he expected it a bit, he thought it would be different with her. Venom came out at the end, when Eddie started to cry. He was less kind.

Without a word, Y/N went to the bedroom to get her things. Before leaving, slamming the door, she left two keys and a box on the table.

The rest of the day, Eddie cried in his bed, surrounded by his symbiote, who tried to comfort him. But a broken heart was one of the things Venom couldn’t fix.

When they felt a little better, they went to the sofa to try to think about something else while watching TV. Venom then sniffed something.

"Eddie. The box. Open the box.”

"Why ?“

"Chocolate.”

"… What ?“

"I smell chocolate.”

Before he did what Venom wanted, Eddie noticed the two keys. The first was that of his apartment. Y/N gave it back to him.

The other looked more like a car key. He didn’t understand why she had left this to him.

In the box, as Venom had smelt, there were several chocolates, which looked delicious, and a small card.

“V, I don’t know the date, or even if it’s something you have on your planet, but since you share everything with Eddie, I wish you a happy birthday too !”

Looking at the calendar, he wanted to die.

"Oh no.“

His birthday. It was his fucking birthday.

Eddie wasn’t celebrating his birthday. He forgot about it all the time. When he was younger, it wasn’t a date he liked to remember. Neither did his father. The old man was drinking more that day, he was more violent.

The previous years, they hadn’t done anything special, but it seemed that this time Y/N had wanted to surprise him.

That was why she didn’t say where she was.

Eddie looked at the key again. A motorcycle key. Because he loved motorcycles.

The man she was seeing was certainly the salesperson, or a mechanic. She washed to hide the smell of gasoline and oil. She hadn’t thought Venom would smell anything else.

"Oh no…” he repeated, running out of the apartment.

He wasn’t upset when Y/N refused to open the door for him. He had been obnoxious and stupid to her, imagining the worst, when she had only been kind and adorable to him. With them. Venom also felt terrible.

“Little morsel. Sorry.”

"Leave me alone !“

"No, babe, listen… We’re sorry. Even though we don’t think we deserve to be loved, we should have known that you would never do that. I didn’t think about my birthday. But it is only my fault ! I have no excuse. I… I’ll understand if you don’t want to forgive us. But I want you to know that I love you. We love you, so much. It hurts sometimes. It’s scary. I always think I’ll lose you at some point. Because it’s dangerous to live with us, and also because it’s horrible, and you deserve better. Even though I know you’re not a liar and you won’t cheat on me, I would find it understandable that you hesitate if you met someone good. Someone normal, who wouldn’t have trust issues, nor a parasi…”

“Hey !”

"A symbiote, yeah. Someone who would make you happy. I want you to be happy, even if it’s not with us. I’m so sorry.“

Slowly, Y/N opened the door. She had obviously cried a lot, which made their guilt even greater. So they didn’t dare to touch her, until she indicated that she wanted to.

”… I love you both too. Even though you may indeed be insufferable sometimes.“

"Sorry.”

"I don’t want us to break up.“

"We can’t live without you morsel.”

"But you have to work on this trust problem.“

"We will babe. I promise you.”

The surprise was a superb old motorbike, which Y/N had got for a ridiculous price and had had it repaired by a mechanic, coming regularly to see if everything was fine, and if they could add something to make the result perfect. She had chosen white and black colours.

The gift made Eddie terribly happy.

But his favourite birthday moment was when he fell asleep in Y/N’s arms, who kissed him tenderly, as they were surrounded by Venom, who covered most of their bodies, while purring. They didn’t need anything else.

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myescapeforever · 1 year

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Buffet - Kinktober

Eddie Brock x Venom x f!reader

Rating: Explicit. 18+ only. Length: 3.2k(ish) Content: NSFW, established relationship, possessive Eddie, angry Eddie, smut (outdoors, f receiving oral, f receiving fingering, unprotected, symbiote involvement, technically speaking m and f receiving anal, symbiote providing oral, a gratuitous amount of tentacles, creampie), I have a one-way ticket to hell for this Kinktober Request: outdoors + "you taste so good" for my lovely @dameronscopilot AUTHOR MASTERLIST | | KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

It was really only a matter of time before something like this happened. After months of a casual fling with Eddie Brock – quick meetups in your office at work had evolved into hours spent between the sheets of your bed, which had turned into nights of him crawling into his bed beside you. The frequency that flowers came to your office signed with his name had increased, his visits to bring you lunch nearing every day – the other people who worked at the paper with you had their assumptions. And yet, despite the obviously growing intensity between the two of you, there had never been an official name put on whatever was transpiring.

But tonight, the two of you had escalated things by going to a very public press fundraiser together. It was the kind of event Eddie hated – everyone in their fancy suits and dresses, signing checks not to be good people but to make others think they were so, the sticks shoved firmly up their asses as they ate overly-expensive and shitty food. While most of the people present got an idea of the situation when you arrived arm-in-arm with him, the irresistible allure of every dip and curve in your body in your sleek black dress had pulled in attention you didn’t want – or need.

It was Eddie’s final thread snapping that had changed the evening. While you were speaking with one of your old colleagues, his eyes had lingered downward far too long for his taste, and he had put the man in his place with a raised voice. Veins protruding in his temples and neck, Eddie had openly chastised the man for being so indecent toward you, and in doing so confirmed what most of the people in the room already knew – he was hopelessly in love with you. You’d watched on, cheeks pink as you bit into your bottom lip, watching him loudly stake a claim over you that you had to wonder exactly when he’d began to feel entitled to it – not that you had any arguments to present.

It wasn’t a surprise when the two of you were escorted out and refused a car service home due to the scene he’d caused, and so you found yourselves walking through the park to return to whichever apartment was closest. The chilled air was helping to simmer the anger that was boiling in him, and yet he was still walking with an intensity that quickened his step, his breaths coming out in frustrated huffs. Once you were fully removed from the lights and sounds of the ongoing party behind you, one of your hands found its way to grip his shoulder, steadying his movements for a moment. Slipping your hands around his middle you pressed yourself to his back in a gentle hug, your cheek leaning against the leather of his jacket that was warm thanks to the heat he was giving off.

“I’ve never seen you like that over me, Eddie,” you purred, using a quiet voice to soothe him into the relaxation you knew you could bring him to. His large hands came to rest over yours on his stomach, a deep breath releasing from his chest with another huff.

“I’m sorry to embarrass you like that, baby,” he relented, his hands giving yours a light squeeze. His voice was hoarse, rough from the shouting he’d been doing not long before, and yet you knew him well enough to hear the hidden worry his voice carried – he didn’t want you to be angry for hastening the end of your first real night out together. “I didn’t mean to yell, I just…couldn’t handle the way he was looking at you. I didn’t fucking like how anyone there was looking at you, like I wasn’t even there. Like I wasn’t right fucking there.”

“You weren’t the one in the wrong, and I don’t think there’s any question about who I was there with now, Eddie,” you cooed quietly, sympathetic to his rising anger, knowing you could truly subside it whenever you wished. “And you don’t need to be sorry to me. I…will never complain about seeing you that way…for me.”

And at the same time you were coaxing him into a calm lull, the symbiote attached to him was in his mind, its words infused with something primal. She likes when we show possession of her, Eddie. We can smell it on her.

Eddie turned himself then, his arms wrapping to hold you against him firmly as his eyes searched for yours in the pale moonlight. His mind less clouded in anger now, he took in the red hue to your cheeks, the way your bottom lip had already begun to swell due to your repeated biting, the way your eyes had begun to darken – this was a look he was familiar with, a look he coveted. His lips curved upward into a smirk, a look you also knew – a look that meant he’d finally relaxed enough to catch on. The hoarse gavel to his voice did nothing to satiate the flaming heat in your own stomach.

“Seeing me what way for you?” he inquired, the answer already running through his mind. His hands found your lower back, pushing you forward into him so you could relish in his heat. One of his hands slid to grasp your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up toward his as he bent downward to lightly rub his nose against yours. “You like seeing me get possessive over you, pretty girl? Does it get you all hot and bothered to see me lose my mind over you?”

Pulling your lip between your teeth again you could only bring yourself to nod, quiet breaths increasing in pace embarrassingly quickly as he leveraged his proximity to you by allowing his lips to brush against yours. He loved to see how flustered you were for him – even Venom continued to mentally remark how you looked for them – but you knew what he truly wanted from you. Miraculously, you found your voice, nothing for than a quiet murmur against his lips.

“You look sexy when you’re angry like that, yeah…but what really made me hot was you getting so possessive over me,” you whispered, lips brushing his with feather-light movements as you spoke. His hold on your chin became firmer, his hand at your back slipping to grasp your hip. “Almost like you think I’m yours or somethin’.”

The taunt was intentional, he knew that, and responded in kind by slotting his lips against yours, beginning to pull you with him as he stepped backward repeatedly to disappear into the trees. Returning his kiss, you quickly found your tongue entering a dance with his, his hand sliding to cup your cheek into its warmth. When he felt there were enough trees between the two of you and the path, he pulled away from your kiss carefully, shrugging his jacket free of his shoulders as he went.

“You are mine, I guess maybe I need to do a better job at showing you that,” he teased, his lips connecting with yours again as he began to cover your back and shoulders with his jacket. Backing you into a tree he leaned down closer to you, testing how sturdy the thick trunk appeared to be. “But I know you like it, because Venom says it can smell how fucking wet you are because of it. I didn’t know you wanted to be mine so bad, you could’ve asked nicely, you know?”

“Eddie, Jesus, you talk so fucking much sometimes,” you whimpered, your complaint pulling a laugh from him as he began to trail kisses across your jaw. Your fingers bunched into his shirt on his chest, pulling him closer as you sought to rub your core against his thigh for any amount of friction you could get. His hands began to pull at your dress, bunching it up until he held most of the skirt at your hips, shifting his leg between yours to knock them apart.

“Try to keep quiet, pretty girl,” he whispered when his lips reached your ear, sucking into the delicate skin beneath your ear immediately after before he began to sink to his knees in front of you. “I’d hate to have one of those stuck-up assholes ruin our fun.”

Before you could question his intent, he leaned forward, running his soft lips along the inside of your thigh, inhaling deeply as each of his instincts screamed for him to. Keeping one hand on the fabric of your dress he reached the other to push your delicate underwear to the side, immediately diving into your wet folds with his tongue to test for himself how wet you were. Groaning on at the familiar honey-sweetness of your arousal his hand slipped to lift one of your legs over his shoulder, lapping against you as though it was all that had been on his mind for hours.

A quiet moan slipped from your lips, your head leaning back to the tree as your eyes rolled back – a good thing considering the mere sight of him on his knees for you was enough to make you scream. As his lips sucked against your swollen clit he slipped his hand back to your ass, squeezing firmly before running his tongue downward again. Fucking his tongue into you he released another groan before pulling away, placing kisses along the insides of your thighs.

“You taste so good,” he cooed, his murmured words of appreciation striking into you deeply, pulling another quiet moan from you.“All that fancy fucking food at that dinner tonight and not a single thing tasted this good.”

We want a taste, Eddie.

The low rumbling voice, no matter how familiar it had become in the last several months, always sent a shiver down your spine. Even the symbiote was conscious of the situation and desperate not to ruin it, quieting its voice to much lower volumes than normal – though only for the benefit of the humans, as if it were left to the alien, it would cherish your moans bouncing off the trees. Eddie licked another desperate line between your folds, flicking his tongue against his clit as he savored every drop of you he could. His voice was husky when he finally found it.

“I’m not the one to ask, V,” he explained, his hand pushing against your backside to encourage your core to his face where his tongue waited again. “I’m not so sure if she’s ready for that.”

A cold, slick and slightly barbed tongue licked a surprisingly solemn stripe along the inside of your thigh, chasing the path Eddie had taken minutes ago now. Goosebumps raised across your skin, a soft gasp falling from your lips as your eyes shot open to confirm the sight for yourself. Venom, careful not to anger Eddie, stilled its movements on your thigh as Eddie fucked his tongue into your warm channel again. Your fingers found Eddie’s hair, tangling into the soft locks to steady yourself as you nodded your head weakly, struggling to find words appropriate for the situation you found yourself in.

“You…you’re both part of one another,” you replied, words shaking as you fought to consent through the waves of pleasure crashing through your body. Eddie could feel Venom reaching out to every inch of his body, soaking in the desire every part of them felt. As you managed to nod your head you found words within yourself again. “I don’t want to keep myself from any part of you. Go…ahead, V.”

Eddie’s mouth fell open in brief shock before he reached to connect it with your clit again, sucking against the swollen nib gently as the tongue on your thigh reached higher now. The cool, wet muscle eagerly reached for your dripping hole, experimentally swirling the tip around your entrance. When they were rewarded with the sweetest moan they’d ever heard a groan rumbled in Eddie’s chest, his own tongue flicking against your clit as Venom’s tongue slipped into your cunt, far deeper than any human could hope to reach. As Venom began to swirl its tongue inside you Eddie continued his attention on your clit, reaching his hand that didn’t grasp fabric at your waist to force his pants down, freeing his straining cock with a rough slap against his stomach.

The pressure built in your stomach impossibly full as your legs began to shake, Eddie’s teeth nibbling your clit gently as Venom continued familiarizing its own tongue with the taste of you. It wasn’t long before you had to throw your head back again, a tidal wave of pleasure washing through your body as your orgasm gushed through you, the majority finding its way to Eddie’s mouth – he wouldn’t be the one to waste a drop.

Once content with how clean he’d ensured your folds were, Eddie began to raise himself back up, pressing greedy kisses to any part of your torso that was exposed to him. As Venom’s tongue withdrew from you Eddie hoisted you up, immediately burying his cock to the hilt as he pinned you against himself and the tree, shuddering with a groan as he buried his face in your neck. His strong exterior always melted in those first moments he felt your warmth welcome him in again, and with his face hidden in your neck and eyes squeezed shut he was oblivious to the sleek black tendril that wound itself around your middle, securing you to the tree further so Eddie didn’t have to focus on his hold. You welcomed him home with a moan, as you always did, which encouraged him to give a beginning thrust, grunting into your skin as he began to nibble on the tender skin beneath your ear.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby, my god,” he groaned into your ear, picking up the pace of his thrusts into you. With a particularly perfect thrust the head of his cock knocked against your cervix, eliciting a loud moan from your chest. Another tendril took advantage of your open lips, slipping into your mouth with nodded approval from Eddie. “We told you we gotta stay quiet, baby. Don’t worry, Venom’ll help – be a good girl and suck, love seeing those pretty lips workin’.”

Your moans were muffled by Venom, your glazed over eyes finding Eddie’s as he raised his head to look at you, to confirm that you were following his suggestion. Holding his eye contact and feeling the way your walls clenched him at these new sensations, you began to work your mouth over the perfectly sized appendage. A low, appreciative growl rumbled through the air from the symbiote, Eddie’s thrusts becoming more desperate as he connected his mouth with your neck again, sucking an obvious mark into your skin.

Between grunts he spoke praises, thanking you for how good you were being with your mouth and complimenting how fucking hot you looked for them. Within minutes his thrusts were becoming sloppy, and he took a deep breath to steady himself, unwilling to finish before you could again. Knowing Eddie’s predicament, Venom’s tongue slid carefully up your thigh again before flicking against your clit, mirroring the action it had watched Eddie do many times. Your hips bucked forward into Eddie’s roughly, a deep moan sounding in your chest even passed your stuffed mouth, your eyes rolling back before closing. Eddie reached a hand to cup the side of your face, coaxing you to look at him again with soft words as he began to time his thrusts with the flicks of Venom’s tongue.

“That’s right, pretty girl – keep those eyes on me,” he pleaded, his words broken up between heavy breaths. Though you pushed yourself to remain fixated on his eyes, both of you broke the loving gaze when you felt additional tendrils on your legs, working up your bodies slowly – almost inquisitively. “Venom…wants to make sure we’re both nice and full. You gonna let us?”

You could barely nod, eyes finding Eddie’s again to communicate your consent the best you could with a look. Even if your mouth wasn’t full, you wouldn’t have been able to find the words to describe just how it felt when an intentionally wet tendril prodded at the tight ring of muscle at your backside – nor how it made you feel to see the same was happening to Eddie. Venom worked the tendrils into each of your asses like it had planned to do so for a long time now, like it knew exactly how it needed to enter both of you to make it feel as good as possible.

Venom’s thrusts matched Eddie’s perfectly, its tongue swirling around your clit in a sinful synchrony that had your thighs shaking within minutes. Your hands reached for Eddie’s shoulders, nails digging into his skin even past the t-shirt covering him. Eddie’s breaths were ragged, and yet as you’d mentioned before – he just couldn’t bring himself not to speak to you.

“Gonna let me fill you up, perfect girl?” he questioned, his hands finding your hips as he began to relentlessly ram his cock up into you. He took a moment to look down between the two of you, watching how his cock disappeared into your tight walls with each thrust before fixing his gaze on your face again, groaning when you nodded your approval. If it were any other time, he’d want you to be able to speak – but he couldn’t chance the scream he knew you wanted to let rip through you. “Gonna fill you up so much I’m leaking out of you for days,” he promised, followed quickly by another, “and then I’m going to fill you up some more when we get home.”

Your thighs already shaking, you wrapped them around him tighter as you rocked against him, part of your moan slipping past the tendril in your mouth as your eyes rolled back. Your walls clenching around him pulled Eddie’s own release from him, his thick, hot load shooting deep into you as a low groan sounded in his chest along with a string of compliments.

When your shared euphoria had subsided, Venom departed from where it filled you so you could lean forward to claim Eddie’s lips in a kiss, your hands still clutching to his shoulders and body shaking as the pleasure continued to surge through you. Eddie returned your kiss hungrily, slowly pulling himself from you and steadying you back on the ground with his hands on your hips gently. When both of you were redressed, he pulled you back in for another kiss, his lips moving against yours as he spoke a final promise into the night.

“That’s the only kind of sharing you’ll get from me.”

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Into the Flames

The Slutty Bucky Birthday Bash - Day 17 ☘︎

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (yhhmsgm universe)

Summary:

The whole thing was a little strange, he knew. Not the most orthodox way of going about it. Bucky wanted Steve to fuck him. Needed it, at this point. But he needed you there, too.

The culmination of For Old Time's Sake and Muscle Memory.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Minors DNI. MMF threesome. Bisexual Bucky & Steve. Anal sex (m receiving). Bottom Bucky, Top Steve. Vaginal sex. Use of safe word. Bucky gets a lil too emotional, but he finds a solution. Light angst & feelings in the middle of the porn, and I'm not sorry. The first half of this is very explicitly Bucky x Steve. Don't read this and get mad at me if you don't like that.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: One delicious Bucky sandwich, coming right up.

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Jumping into the deep end, you called it later, but you were wrong. The deep end brought to mind calm, rippling waters. Cool relief and encapsulating silence, if only Bucky would let himself be swept under.

No, this felt like fucking fire. Scorching flames licking up his spine, igniting his crackling nerves, roaring past his ears. On his hands and knees on the bed, Bucky was blazing hot; his arms were shaking, and it took everything he had to not collapse forward when Steve nudged the blunt tip of his cock against Bucky’s entrance.

The night was moving unbearably, excruciatingly slowly. Steve had been warming Bucky up for well over an hour now— kissing him first, then stroking him just enough to tease, and now kneeling behind him to finger him— and Bucky was ready to beg. His cock was so hard that it hurt, drooling strings of precum onto the duvet below, and he couldn’t even do anything about it. When he tried to wrap his fist around himself, take some of the edge off, Steve had gently smacked his hand away.

If he got off now, that would defeat the purpose of foreplay. He knew that. He knew. Steve tried his damndest to avoid Bucky’s prostate as he fingered him open, because every accidental brush, every small moment of pressure, sent Bucky reeling. And he wanted to hold out, but it didn’t help that Steve was naked, too. His thick cock resting against the back of Bucky’s thigh, Bucky could hear each of Steve’s forced-steady breaths, and how his heart was jackhammering away despite his efforts. Could smell the humid, earthen scent of his sweat, and the salty precum that beaded at his tip before smearing across Bucky’s skin.

But the worst part— the part that made Bucky’s cock jerk painfully when he thought about it, made his arousal coil tight in his gut— was how you were watching them both.

Because you were there, too. Of course you were.

“Still okay, Buck?” you asked softly, bringing Bucky’s attention back to earth. Back to where you lounged beside him on the bed, your head casually propped up by your hand. Observing, but not participating.

The whole thing was a little strange, he knew. Not the most orthodox way of going about it. Bucky nodded and exhaled, releasing the tension from his shoulders with his breath. His jaw was clenched, and he opened his mouth to stretch it for a moment before leaning down to kiss you. You kissed him back, all tenderness; and that was exactly why he wanted you there, watching them like a hawk as you soaked through those pretty panties you were wearing.

Because Bucky wanted Steve to fuck him. Needed it, at this point. And you would’ve been fine with letting the two of them experiment on their own, because you trusted Bucky— but when Bucky considered it, he felt that small spore of worry take root in his chest. Because his wires were uncrossed now, but what if something changed?

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Steve. Actually, it was the opposite: he trusted that Steve was going to be so gentle, so caring, that Bucky might not be able to handle it. What if being alone and so vulnerable with Steve was enough to undo the progress he had made? He didn’t want to find out.

Bucky needed this. But he needed you here, too.

Behind him, Steve let out a strained sigh as he spread more lube over his length. “Ready?” Only one word, but it said so much: Steve’s voice was gravelly with desire and laced up tight with his splintering restraint. Steve was thrilled with the whole situation; he wanted Bucky more than words could express, and if you being here made Bucky more comfortable, then he had no objections.

Bucky nodded, but Steve didn’t move right away; he just rubbed the tip of his cock over Bucky’s asshole, back and forth. Teasing little swipes that caught on the rim, because Steve was playing a game with himself; the paragon of self control, challenging temptation and proving he could win. Bucky let out an involuntary whine and pushed back against him, and he didn’t need to see Steve’s face to know he was smiling.

With one hand at the base of his cock and the other on Bucky’s hip to hold him still, Steve lined himself up and gently pushed forward. Bucky dropped his head and bore down, trying to breathe deeply through the burn, because he remembered that, at least, remembered that it made things easier. He shuddered, and—

Steve gasped and went still when Bucky’s body made room for him. Barely an inch had slipped inside, just the tip, but enough to feel like wildfire under Bucky’s skin. “Ah,” he panted through gritted teeth, but it didn’t hurt as much as he had expected it to; better lube these days, he noted disjointedly. He breathed slowly, trying to acclimate to the stretch, the heat— Steve was always so goddamn hot, and now Bucky felt it everywhere—

With his eyes squeezed shut, Bucky didn’t see the worried look you shot Steve over his shoulder, but he felt Steve take a slow, controlled breath. “Should I st—?”

“Keep going,” Bucky choked out before he could finish. He lifted his head, though he still couldn’t open his eyes. “Hurts. Feels good. Don’t stop.”

It wasn’t like this was Bucky’s first time getting fucked. First time in seven decades, though, and he figured that put him as close to rookie status as he could get. But he knew what he was doing, he reminded himself. He could handle this.

“Oh, Christ,” Steve groaned when he slipped another inch inside of him, and Bucky let out a broken moan. He had forgotten how intense this was; each nudge deeper felt like lightning shooting up his spine. Shock after shock left him quaking, but Steve talked him through it: “So good, Buck,” he murmured as he massaged Bucky’s hips. “Takin’ it so good.” Warm, rough hands stroked up Bucky’s back, leaving cool relief in their wake. “Damn, you’re perfect.”

When Steve finally bottomed out, he wrapped an arm around Bucky’s waist and folded forward, covering him completely. Trying so hard to wait, to stay collected and controlled, but Bucky could feel Steve shaking, could hear his bitten-back moans right against his neck. “In you,” he mumbled, mostly to himself. “In you, holy shit. Got my cock all the way in you.”

If Bucky had any brain capacity left, he would’ve teased Steve. But he was so goddamn full— he could feel Steve in his lungs with every breath he took, in his heart with every pounding beat. Felt Steve’s dewy skin pressed against the expanse of his back, and his capable hands as they held him. Steve was everywhere; inside him and surrounding him, he was the first and the last, the beginning and end. Bucky’s whole body was trembling with it.

He wanted more.

“Well?” Bucky said before sinking his hips back in a way that made Steve’s breath catch. “You gonna fuck me or not?”

Steve was gentle with him, just like he had been their first time together. Back then Steve was just getting used to his new body, his new strength, and he was so careful to not hurt Bucky. Almost too careful— his loving caresses and tender touches made Bucky melt, but that wasn’t enough— he wanted to burn. Then and now, Bucky urged Steve on, pushing his hips back to meet his motions.

A little harder, a little rougher, then, and that was more normal. More reminiscent of their stolen moments, their nights spent in derelict inns and seedy hotels across Europe. As often as they could, but never often enough— they were no strangers to sneaking blowjobs in an alley, or a quickie in Steve’s tent when they had a moment of privacy.

But in Steve’s tent, they had to be silent. Steve had rutted into him just like this, slow and deep, at countless camps and outposts during the war. Like the camp they made that night before the mission in the Alps. The night Bucky thought he could convince Steve to come home if he just acted sweet enough. If he just begged enough. But Steve refused, and Bucky hated him for it— one last mission, he said, and then he was done— with the Army, with Steve, with all of it—

The memories rose like bile in his throat. “Stop,” Bucky gasped, his body rigid. “Stop, stop.”

Steve froze instantly. Hands still, hips still, but he knew better than to pull out— knew better than to add any more stimulus to Bucky’s already overwhelmed system. “Stopping,” he confirmed, disciplined even though his voice wavered. “You okay?” But Bucky couldn’t answer; he shook his head and tried to quell his building panic.

The bed shifted as you moved closer to him. “Buck, what do you need?” Your hand settled on top of his, protective and possessive, and that was it, he realized. There you were. Your voice tethered him back to reality; back to the present. Back to the bed he shared with you, and the months he had spent healing and growing. Accepting and forgiving. He opened his eyes to find you just inches away, your love for him written all over your flushed face.

Your eyebrows were pinched with worry, but your pupils were still blown with desire. Lying there watching him, wearing that delicate bra that hid nothing and those impractically silky panties, he could smell the sweet arousal that had pooled between your legs.

Bucky let out a deep breath, because he was safe. He was loved. He was… so, so fucking hard.

“Get over here,” he murmured, lifting his arm to make room for you. “Come here. Yeah, right here.” You were hesitant to move over, but he insisted. He needed you, too.

He needed you and Steve at the same time.

You slid over so you were flat on your back underneath Bucky, and he dropped to his elbows to cage you in and press a kiss to your neck. With Steve still hard inside him, waiting patiently, he reached between your legs. “Panties off,” he ordered— that was unusual for him, giving orders, and you watched him with wide eyes as you did what you were told.

“Buck,” Steve said cautiously. “Are you…?”

“Both,” was all Bucky managed to say. “Need both.”

Your hummingbird heart took off when you realized what Bucky was after, and you couldn’t hide the thrilled gleam in your eye. “For the record,” you said as you kicked your panties free from your ankle, “this is a terrible idea.”

“He’s had worse,” Steve said with an indulgent shrug. He eased out of Bucky gently, and Bucky whined at the loss of contact— that wasn’t what he wanted, was the opposite of what he wanted, he needed Steve in him still— but Steve just reached over to grab some pillows. You yelped when he lifted your hips with one hand and stuffed the pillows under them. “There,” he said, eyeing the angle of your body as Bucky lowered himself on top of you. “That’ll work.”

With your hips tilted up like that, Bucky slipped into you easily. He sighed against your collarbone; his dick had been neglected for far too long, and you were so wet and warm that he couldn’t help but give a couple of practice thrusts. Oh, that was good— too good, and when his cock pulsed threateningly, you immediately clenched around it.

Bucky jolted, pleasure coursing through him like a current. He gave you a wide-eyed, exasperated look. “Don’t,” he scolded. You couldn’t do that, at least not yet— if you did, this would be over before it began.

“Sorry, sorry,” you giggled sheepishly. He kissed your cheek in response, then let his face rest against yours. “You’re doing so good, baby,” you said, and hiked your knees up over his hips to wait.

The pillows kept Bucky at a good angle, too— not quite as exposed as before, but still plenty accessible for Steve. With a bit more lube and an insolent squeeze of Bucky’s asscheek, Steve pushed back inside of him easily. And if Bucky had thought that you simply clenching around him had been overwhelming, he was woefully unprepared for this.

“This okay?” Steve asked as he nudged a bit deeper, a bit further. And no, it absolutely wasn’t okay— it was better than Bucky could have ever imagined. Consuming and being consumed, he couldn’t keep still. He jerked forward into you without meaning to, then corrected himself and pulled back, only to be met with the resistance of Steve’s cock spearing him open.

Bucky gasped, writhing between you and Steve, his feet slipping against the sheets. Steve paused, presumably to let Bucky sort himself out, but— “Keep going,” Bucky pleaded, a mix between a rasp and a whine.

Steve didn’t need to be told twice.

He found a steady, driving rhythm, each of his powerful thrusts pushing Bucky forward and into you. But Bucky couldn’t have gotten any deeper if he tried; his pelvis was just grinding against yours relentlessly, and soon enough he had to cover your lips with his own to muffle your whimpers. And you weren’t the only one falling apart. Steve’s cock pressed right over that spot inside of Bucky with every movement, and soon his mind was empty of everything except that all-encompassing static. He could only pant into your mouth, all attempts at kissing abandoned.

Bucky was trying to let Steve be in control, he really was. But he just couldn’t stop the desperate half-jerking motions that wracked through him as the pleasure built; nothing he did could make this feel any better, but it was difficult to rein in instinct. He hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until he sobbed out a gasp against your neck.

“Easy, there,” Steve murmured, slowing his pace but not relenting. “Easy, easy. Feel good?”

“I can’t…” Bucky said, though he couldn’t remember what he was going to say. “I can’t…” Be coherent, apparently. He tried to take a deep breath, but he didn’t get more than a quick gulp of air. “Feels too… much.”

That was the truth; it felt amazing, and overwhelming, and everything all at once. The fullness in his ass, your wet cunt squeezing his cock. Each infinitesimal movement was amplified by feedback from all of his nerves, natural and artificial alike.

“Okay, okay,” Steve soothed as he stopped. “We can wait. Take a break—”

“No.” Bucky backed his hips to take more of Steve, groaning at the pressure over his prostate and the grip of your pussy on his dick, and something clicked.

“Go ahead and move,” Steve said softly. “I’ll stay still.” He kept his hands on Bucky’s hips, not forcing him one way or the other, but guiding him.

Bucky found a shaky, unsteady rhythm— shallow thrusts forward into you, then back onto Steve’s cock. He chose the depth, the speed, and he quickly found a combination that had him moaning. “Ah— ah—” Bucky panted, right on the cusp of bliss. “Oh, god.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you said hurriedly, and that was enough to distract Bucky, slow him down, because he didn’t understand. Why would you apologize? You weren’t doing anyth— “Can’t stop it,” you whined. “Can’t stop. Gonna—”

Oh. Oh, shit.

You shook when your orgasm hit. Clutching at Bucky’s arms and shoulders, you pulled him flush against you while your chest heaved with your brokens sobs, and that was it.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bucky groaned, instantly hysterical. His hips pistoned, rapid-fire, between you and Steve as the pleasure rose like a tidal wave inside him. “M’sorry, I’m sorry, I’m— I’m gonna come—” Bucky’s entire body shuddered, and you and Steve moaned in response.

“C’mon, baby, let me have it,” you whimpered.

Bucky had never felt anything like it. Molten heat coursing through his veins, his heart pounding so frantically it was sure to burst. He shouted against your neck as he spilled inside you, his body jerking and shaking like it didn’t know how to process the fullness he felt as he clenched around Steve’s cock.

He was still coming, still trembling, when Steve groaned behind him. “So good,” Steve mumbled. “Squeezin’ me… fuck.” Steve straightened up and ran a hand through his own sweaty hair. “Buck,” he said, and there was something about the timbre of his voice that called Bucky back from his blissful haze. Something he remembered. Something he wanted to pay attention to. “Ah, shit. Oh—” And suddenly Bucky was empty, that pleasurable pressure gone as Steve jacked himself furiously before coming all over Bucky’s back.

All three of you collapsed on the bed, and it was a long while before anyone spoke.

“I take it back,” you finally panted. “Not terrible. Not a terrible idea at all.”

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