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jaeyong-sucker · 3 years

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BOREDOM • JAEHYUN

PAIRING: Jeong Jaehyun x Male Reader

GENRE: Smut

WARNINGS: Oral Sex, Rimming, Blowjob

SUMMARY: Jaehyun finds his cure to boredom.

Note: Thank you, @averyfromzero for requesting! I hope you enjoy reading this! Also, credits to @yutaslaugh for the amazing GIF!

You never ran so fast in your whole life. And it's because of one simple text message. Three words that ignite your insides every single time you read them from your inbox. Words that only Jaehyun can manage to say to you upfront or online. A text you received just a few minutes ago.

♡♡♡

"Bro, I'm horny."

And here you are, breathless from running and skipping steps, on the tenth floor of the building. You didn't mind taking a breather and slammed Jaehyun's door open instead. There he is. Naked, leaning against the headboard with his legs wide open, aa if welcoming you for a hug. Toying his exposed cock out of boredom and impatience. The corner of his lips curled upward to a smirk, knowing he has something to eat.

"Glad you came, dude." He purrs as you lock the door.

"Just being your good friend here." You flirtatiously wink as you start stripping yourself off your clothes. You head to his drawers in search for your toys only you and Jaehyun knew and use for special occasions. Jaehyun unconsciously bites his lip as you bend to search for the toys, your hole bare and exposed to Jaehyun.

"No. I just want nothing but your ass today. Didn't you see my text?" He whines impatiently, making you stifle your laughs. Well, he's just something else. You both had multiple rounds yesterday that drove Jungwoo out of his shared room with Jaehyun and stayed with the Dreamies temporarily.

You chuckle as you slowly walk towards Jaehyun. Biting your lower lip and roaming your hands all over your body just made Jaehyun blush and more desperate of your ass, like cool water in a scorching desert. Your faces are now centimeters near each other that you breathe each other's air.

You licked your lips and looked at Jaehyun with lusty eyes. "Show me how much you want it, dude."

At that, Jaehyun pulled you to a greedy kiss to which you didn't back out. You both had a strong grip of each other's hairs as your tongues clashed into each other, giving you a taste of the sweet wine Jaehyun drank a while back. He pulls out and harshly turns you around. Now your hole is centimeters near his mouth and you are on your elbows and knees, your position giving you a great view of his leaking dick.

"I always get what I want." He growls and spits on your puckered hole before attacking it with short licks making sure to tickle every inch of your hole. You jolt in surprise, making you grip into Jaehyun's thighs.

Being the horny man he is, Jaehyun hooked his arms around your thighs and spread your ass cheeks wider for better access to your hole. He placed wet kisses all over your cheeks before devouring into your hole like a madman. He knew everything about your body. He devoured your ass in all the right places making you choke out soft moans.

Looking at the leaking cock in front of you, you can't help but give it some needed attention. You engulfed Jaehyun's tip in your warm mouth, swirling your tongue around it and occasionally pressing on the slit to elicit more precum. You know Jaehyun loved the way you suck Jaehyun's cock and it became evident when he wiggled his tongue inside your hole to return the deed. Jaehyun growls as he explores your ass deeper, burying his face between your ass cheeks and nuzzling deeper inside your gaping hole.

You take more of Jaehyun's fat cock inside your mouth, engulfing the member in wet heat. You take him in greedily until your nose slightly touches his balls. You're lucky Jaehyun didn't thrust into your mouth. You can't help but gag every time Jaehyun fucks you in the mouth even though you've sucked him multiple times for months.

You pump with one hand the remaining area of his cock you can't take in and use the other to massage his hanging balls. You bob your head over Jaehyun's throbbing cock, making sure to swirl your tongue around it before pulling out with the tip left to be stimulated by your tongue and slamming your head back down to repeat the process. Spit and precum are now leaking from your mouth as you suck him and some even coating a few of your fingers. You hear his low groans of pleasure, making you speed up your sucking.

Meanwhile, Jaehyun resumed being aggressive on your ass after resting his tongue. He licks long stripes along your butt crack before wiggling his tongue around and inside your hole. He added a finger pressing against your prostate for extra pleasure. Sinful noises filled the entire room. Your muffled, high pitched moans alongside the squelching sounds from sucking accompanied by Jaehyun's low grunts and growls. Both vulgar sounds indicated pleasure and satisfaction. Besides, that's what good friends are for, right? They benefit each other. His cock throbbed hardly inside your wam mouth making him pull out and scream your name.

"Y/N, fuck! Your mouth feels so good!"

You only hummed at the praise and took all of his monstrous cock completely, not caring if you gagged everytime you slammed your head down his shaft. Jaehyun threw his head back and stutter with incomplete words and broken moans, not giving a care on how fucked he looked.

Desperate for orgasm, Jaehyun pushes you off him and pumps his dick at an animalistic pace. He screws his eyes shut and screams out the loudest of his moans as he finally releases his cum all over his fingers. Jaehyun chuckles in satisfaction after catching his breath.

"Tha… that was fun, my dude." He loudly chuckles before opening his eyes to find you in front of him, pumping your erection with a cute pout on your face.

"Awwww. Come on, bro. Let me help you with that."

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Hi! It took me about two hours writing this smut and I think I did fine. But I tried, though. Let me know what you think about this! Feedback and advice are always welcome and appreciated. LOVE LOVE LOVE.

- jaeyong_sucker ^~^

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nsfw-at-its-finest · 3 years

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Excited for your new blog! 💜

Can I request a smut with top!Peter Parker x male reader (both being 18 ofc)? I was thinking: they were both on a mission. When they finish, they go back to Peter's apartment. Coincidentally, May wasn't there. Peter was slightly bruised and reader goes to take care of him - he sits on Pete's lap to take care of the bruises on his face. One thing leads to another and they have sex! 🥰 Nothing too kinky, just two lovebirds being in love~ 💕 I was thinking the sex would be a little goofy, with them laughing a little here and there to make it cuter!

A/n: I'm a SUCKER for goofy Lovey Dovey smut, just makes my heart melt

@averyfromzero

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Peter parker x male reader

Y/n: Your name

L/n: Last name

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

Warnings: Smut, both characters are 18+, goofy vanilla sex, just two men in love, mentions of injuries/fighting, cussing

Word count: 2034

Peter used to think he’d never be able to date, with his superhero alter ego and everything, but then he found Y/n L/n.

The other boy was also a hero on the Avenger’s team, having joined just a few months after Peter and the two had immediately hit it off.

They were constantly together, patrolling, fighting with the Avengers, and hanging out outside of their suits. The relationship didn’t take long to develop into more after a grueling night of patrol, the two-seeking comfort in one another.

One thing had led to another, and they’d been dating for 8 months now, disgustingly in love as Tony had put it.

It felt nice to have another person who understood having a secret alter ego, and the regularly fucked up plans, but even just having someone to lean upon after a mission.

Today had been a day of fighting with the Avengers, an army of robots having attacked New York. Thankfully no one had been too injured, Peter only suffering a few shallow bruises and Y/n was perfectly fine, much to his relief.

The two had arrived back at Peter and May’s apartment, the brunette having swung them there. He slid the window open, before pulling off the mask with a huff.

“May?” He called out, listening for his aunt’s heartbeat, but hearing none. “Aunt may must be gone, probably picked up a shift at work.”

He turned to face the other boy who had already shed his suit, now standing in a t shirt on boxers. Peter did the same, pushing the spider emblem on his chest, causing the skintight suit to loosen and fall off his body.

Already healing bruises littered Peter’s muscular chest, causing his boyfriend’s eyebrows to furrow with worry.

“Sit on the bed.” He demanded softly, giving Peter a look that dared him to object. Peter complied, watching as his boyfriend disappeared into the bathroom for a few moments before returning with a damp rag.

The smaller man straddled Peter’s lap, his cheeks flushing darkly at the action. Y/n looked at Peter from under his eyelashes, a bashful smile on his lips.

“Sorry, it’s easier this way.” He explained quietly, leaning forward to press the rag to the worst bruise that rested under the arachnids’ ribs.

Peter took in a sharp inhale of breath at the cold, shivering slightly.

“You could’ve warned me.” He said in a faux angry voice, leaning forward, nosing the other man’s cheek lovingly as his wounds were nursed.

“Mm I’m sorry your majesty.” Y/n teased, a beautiful grin spreading across his lips as he leaned into Peter.

Peter’s fingers ran up his side, before coming to his jaw to cup it lightly. He tilted Y/n’s head up so he could lean down, connecting their lips in a gentle kiss.

Every time they kissed it felt like heaven to Peter, he lips were soft and plush and the soft sounds he made sent shivers down the spider’s spine.

His hand moved up to caress his cheek, deepening the kiss as Y/n pressed himself closer to Peter. Peter’s free hand moved under Y/n’s shirt, fingers ghosting over the familiar and soft skin.

After a moment the other man pulled away, cheeks flushed beautifully and chest rising heavily. “When do you think May will be home?” He questioned, his forehead coming to rest against his own.

Peter’s eyes fluttered, a smile spreading across his lips. “I don’t know, but I’ll listen out for her.” He promised, before pulling Y/n into another kiss.

The kiss was still sweet and gentle, but held more passion than the last, Y/n grinding his hips down into Peter’s with a small moan of pleasure.

The sounds the H/c haired man made was like music to Peter’s ears, he could listen every day for the rest of his life, and he’d never have a reason for complaint.

Peter secured his arm around Y/n’s waist before flipping them over, causing the smaller man to let out a small shriek of surprise.

Peter burst out laughing, having to pull away from the kiss as his head rested on Y/n’s shoulder. Y/n joined in on the laughter, finger’s brushing over Peter’s bare sides.

“You’re such an asshole.” Y/n said adoringly, nose bumping against Peter’s curls.

“I am, but you love me.” Peter replied, lifting his head up to give his boyfriend a goofy grin. Y/n rolled his eyes warmly, before leaning up to connect their lips.

“Sadly, I do.” He replied playfully, letting out a squeak when Peter’s hand ran under his shirt to give his nipple a teasing pinch.

Peter let out a chuckle against his lips, before pulling back to tug off Y/n’s T-shirt. He tossed the shirt to the side carelessly, taking a moment to admire his boyfriend.

“You’re angelic.” Peter breathed out, before leaning down to press kisses to the other man’s jaw and neck. This had always been Peter’s favorite part, absolutely worshiping the man he was lucky enough to date.

Y/n let out a small groan, his fingers going to lightly tangle into Peter’s hair as the arachnid lightly sucked and nibbled on the sensitive flesh of his neck.

Peter’s touch was tender as his fingers ran down Y/n’s bare sides, before one came to rest above his heart, feeling the steady thrum beneath his fingers.

He shimmied down the smaller man’s body, lips and teeth now dragging against his chest before wrapping around one of his nipples, fingers teasing the other one.

Y/n moaned out, back arching off the bed as his hold on Peter’s hair tightened. Peter had spent every time with him learning everything Y/n liked, now knowing the man’s body like the back of his own hand.

Peter was a giver, wanting to make sure his love was well taken care of. His teeth lightly scraped over the bud, before he began sucking again, hard enough to leave it tinged with purple hues with the beginning of a hickey.

The sounds that fell from Y/n’s lips were like the choirs of heaven, blessing his ears and filling his body with heat.

He kissed down the smaller man’s belly, nipping here and there, his tongue running over his hip bone.

He paused when he finally noticed Y/n’s underwear, raising his head to look at his boyfriend.

“Seriously baby? Iron Man underwear? I’m feeling a little betrayed.” Peter pouted slightly; eyebrows furrowed.

Y/n snorted softly, finger’s brushing through Peter’s curls soothingly. “It’s laundry day.” He stated, and immediately the superhero perked up, a grin spreading across his lips.

Y/n let out a laugh, shaking his head a bit. “You’re adorable.” He breathed out, watching as his partner tugged on his boxers, tossing them to the side with distain.

Peter grinned up cheekily at Y/n, before leaning down to lick a stripe on the underside of his cock, a cry leaving the H/c haired man’s lips as his head fell against the pillows.

Peter let out a small hum as his tongue ran up his cock, before running over the slit to collect the precum.

He watched his lover with hooded eyes, his chest swelling with love for the ethereal man in front of him.

Peter wrapped his lips around his head before beginning to suckle on it, drawing cries from the other man’s lips.

After 8 months of practice, he was able to take Y/n with ease, bobbing his head rhythmically as Y/n’s hand grasped at his hair, needy whines leaving his lips along with praises that made his heart melt.

Peter continued this for a few moments, listening to Y/n’s whines and moans, before pulling off with an obscene ‘pop’. He leaned over his lover, opening the bed stand to pull out the bottle of lube he kept on hand.

He kneeled between Y/n’s thighs once more, coating his finger with lube, before running it slowly over the puckered muscle. He waited for Y/n to relax before slowly pushing his finger inside, feeling the way the E/c eyed man clenched around his fingers almost greedily.

Peter brought his free hand up to rub Y/n’s stomach soothingly as he worked his finger in and out of him, praises falling from his lips.

“You’re doing so good for me baby.” Peter soothed as he slowly worked a second finger in, a wanton moan leaving Y/n’s lips as he pressed his hips down into Peter’s fingers.

Peter’s doe like eyes ran over the beautiful sight in front of him, Y/n’s E/c eyes scrunched closed with pleasure, mouth agape and moans falling out freely as his hand grasped needily at Peter’s arm. He’d never get used to being able to see this.

He curled his fingers in a come-hither motion, a choked gasp leaving the small man’s lips, causing a joyful smile to spread across Peter’s lips.

His finger’s ran over the familiar bundle of nerves teasingly as a third finger was pressed into Y/n, who took it easily.

It didn’t take much longer for Y/n to begin begging, his hips pressing down needily as his E/c eyes stared up at him.

“Petey, please. I want you.” He all but whined, and how could Peter deny such a beautiful request?

The teenager pulled his fingers out, practically ripping off his boxers that had previously been ignored.

He grabbed the lube once more and coated his cock with it, before nestling himself between Y/n’s thighs.

The head of his cock pressed against the muscle, sliding in with ease. The two let out their own sounds of pleasure as Peter slowly pushed himself in, pausing every few moments to make sure his boyfriend was okay.

Once he was finally bottomed out, be paused, hand coming up to brush H/c hair away from Y/n’s eyes.

“I love you.” He spoke softly, leaning down to press their foreheads together.

Y/n wrapped his arms around Peter’s neck, closing his eyes.

“I love you too Petey.” He spoke quietly, the teens in their own ignorant bubble. Peter leaned down, connecting their lips as he pulled back, before gently thrusting back in, earning a small moan in response.

Peter began to thrust slowly, lips trailing from Y/n’s lips to his neck, leaving small marks across his skin as the other man moaned out in pleasure, groans leaving his own lips.

They were like a puzzle piece, fitting perfectly together, made for each other. Peter’s praises were muffled against Y/n’s neck as he continued to thrust, his hands holding onto the smaller man’s hips to keep him in place.

Nails dug into the Arachnids back, a delicious, yet familiar sting to Peter. Y/n let out a cry of pleasure as Peter rubbed against his prostate, his shaky legs coming to wrap around Peter’s narrow waist.

He hooked his feet together, clinging to his boyfriend as they made love, his heart full of unconditional admiration for the man he planned to spend the rest of his life with.

Y/n’s nails dug harshly into Peter’s shoulder, his back arching almost painfully as the arachnid’s name fell from his lips.

“Petey, I’m so close.” He whined, leaning up to bury his face into Peter’s shoulder. Peter brought his hand down and began to rub Y/n’s cock, his kisses never ceasing.

“Cmon baby, cum for me.” He soothed his lover, another whine bubbling up in the other man’s throat.

Y/n came with a loud cry of Peter’s name, legs shaking and hole clenching around Peter as if to milk him.

Peter continued to thrust through his orgasm, now chasing his own, a moan of Y/n’s name leaving his nips as he buried his face into his neck.

He thrusted sloppily until he came down, slowly pulling out after a few moments. Y/n collapsed against the bed with a small huff, eyes closed.

Peter pressed a kiss against his head, a small smile on his lips. He had to admit, that was one hell of a way to take care of him after a mission.

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homosexuality-at-its-finest · 3 years

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Hi again! 😁 I wanna thank you again for accepting my previous requests!

I just had this idea so I thought I could maybe request: Steve and son reader where his son is an Avenger (you know, with that whole flying suit concept from previous requests) and he was one of the people who came back five years after the snap (like Peter, Bucky, etc.). They re-encounter and is very emotional but then his son is the one who uses the gauntlet glove to save everyone instead of Tony and he dies so it gets very sad...

It's a very angsty request but I thought it would be cool! 😊

A/n: This request is actually perfect for my mood, I'm in an angsty writing mood rn.

@averyfromzero

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Son reader

Y/n: Your name

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

Warnings: very sad, Y/n dies, well he comes back and then dies again, cussing, descriptions of injuries, descriptions of grief and depression, descriptions of battles and death, overall a very sad fic Word count: 1430

“Papa?” His voice echoed in Steve’s dreams, causing the super soldier to whip his head around to face his soot covered son. His eyebrows were pulled together, his E/c eyes full of tears.

“Somethings wrong.” The boy cried out, reaching out for his father like a child scared of the boogeyman. Steve Grabbed his son tightly, fear coursing through his entire body.

“It’s okay baby, papa has you.” He assured with a broken voice, watching helplessly as his son turned to dust in his hands, leaving him alone on the cold hard ground.

A sobbed bubbled up in the blonde’s throat, helplessly clutching at the dust that floated around him, as if it would bring his son back.

Steve sat up with a gasp, Y/n’s name falling breathlessly from his lips. He was only met with the cruel reality of waking up with his son still gone, having died 5 years ago during what was now referenced as the ‘infinity war’.

A hallow ache filled the father’s chest as he ran a shaky hand through his sweaty hair, eyes shifting to a photo of Y/n on his nightstand.

In the photo the boy was smiling brilliantly at something behind the camera (Natasha had made a stupid pun, and for some reason Y/n loved it.) he’d give anything up to see his baby boy smiling like that again, to hold him against his chest and never let go.

Steve’s blue eyes slid shut, the phantom sound of Y/n’s laughter echoing in his head. It only made the hole in his chest ache worse, causing Steve to clench his eyes tightly, refusing to cry.

The super soldier had lived every day for the last 5 years in a blur, nothing seemed to matter as much anymore, not when Y/n was no longer by his side.

The grief of losing your child was something unthinkable, unbearable, making you wish you had just died with your kid.

Steve forced himself out of bed, before he could start focusing too much on those thoughts, sparing one final longing look at the photo before going on with his daily routine.

Every day blurred together for Steve, feeling as if he was just now floating through life, with no true reason behind it. Hell, he couldn’t even remember how he got here, standing in front of Scott Lang, another superhero who had disappeared 5 years ago.

Apparently, he’d been stuck in the quantum realm, giving the idea to the possibility of travelling to the past to save the universe from this horrible fate.

Steve felt his heart leap into his throat at the idea, his brain selfishly going to his son. He didn’t care about anyone else, not even Bucky, he just wanted Y/n back.

He’d gone to see Tony and it hadn’t turned out the best, leaving him feeling more defeated than he had in a while. How could Stark not want to go back and bring back all the lives they’d failed saving?

Without Tony, time travelling was a shit show. Scott had been turned into an infant (Making him think of Y/n when he was a baby.) and then had turned into an old man (Making him think of how his son would never get to grow up.)

Overall, it was a terrible idea, until Tony had sauntered his way in and exclaimed, he’d figured out time travel. He’d done something to fix the machine they had built, and for the first time in 5 years, Steve felt a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

The time heist, as Scott called it, hadn’t gone as planned. Tony and Steve almost didn’t get to come back, Natasha died, and something seemed off with Nebula.

It was bittersweet, losing a team member only to be able to save half of the universe. He only wished he could tell Natasha that her ledger was clear, that she could rest in peace.

When Bruce snapped it was like being struck by lightning, the hope that filled him was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

Then of course, how it always goes in the field of being a superhero, shit hit the fan. Thanos had found where they were, apparently Thanos from the past? Steve wasn’t entirely clear on the details.

It was a helpless feeling, facing Thanos with no army behind him, not knowing if he’d ever be able to see Y/n again.

For a moment he was distracted by a static in his comm, a voice filling the silence.

“On your left.” His heart jumped to his throat as he saw Sam fly past him, landing nearby. Hundreds of portals spanned across the field behind him, his eyes searching the masses for the familiar figure of Y/n.

A low chuckle escaped his lips as the playing field was evened out, hundreds of heroes now opposing Thanos and his army.

“Avengers, assemble.” He called out over the comms, the sound of war cries echoing across the field as the two opposing sides clashed together in a violent dance of death.

Steve was fighting some of those God awful creatures when a voice he’d longed to hear popped into his comms.

“Pops!” Y/n’s voice cried out, and suddenly one of the creatures was gone, Y/n having kicked it, launching it across the field.

The father and son stared at each other for a few moments, the war around them silencing as they were stuck in their own world.

Steve pulled his son into a bone crushing hug, a sniffle leaving his lips.

“Y/n, oh I’ve missed you so much.” He muttered into his sons mop of H/c hair, eyes squeezing shut.

“I missed you too pops, once were done fighting Thanos let’s have a father son day, yeah?” He offered weakly, nuzzling his face into his father’s shoulder.

Steve chuckled quietly, pressing a kiss to Y/n’s temple.

“Of course, now, let’s go kick some ass.” Y/n let out a scandalized squawk at his father, shaking his head with a teasing grin.

“Language!” He called over his shoulder, leaving Steve on the ground as he launched back into the sky.

Seeing his son had reinvigorated him, fighting harder, wanting to make sure he got to spend as much time as he could with Y/n.

He didn’t know where the gauntlet was until he saw Thanos holding it, watching in horror as his son tackled the massive creature, only to be thrown to the side roughly.

“I am inevitable.” The titan drew out, snapping his fingers. Much to Steve’s relief nothing happened, but the feelings quickly changed as he saw Y/n get up on shaky legs.

The boy stood in front of the mad titan himself, nothing but a mortal, handling all 6 of the infinity stones. He tipped his head to look up at the giant, a weak but cocky smile on his lips.

“You got your ass kicked by a kid.” He breathed out, using the last of his strength to snap. Y/n’s knees collapsed under him, sending him tumbling onto the unforgiving ground as the monster’s and ships around them turned to dust.

Steve was the first by his side, ragged breaths leaving his lips as he set Y/n up against a rock.

“Y/n? baby?” The father questioned, pushing his hair away from his forehead. The boy cracked his E/c eyes open, looking up at his father.

A small whine left his throat as he tried to uselessly move his body closer to the other man. Steve bit down on his bottom lip, refusing to cry in front of his son.

“It’s okay son, you did an amazing job. I’m so proud of you.” He breathed out, pressing a kiss to his son’s head.

“Papa…” Y/n breathed out, eyes glazed over as he looked up at his father. A sob left Steve’s body, but he forced a smile on his lips.

“It’s okay baby, you can go. I love you so much.” Steve brought up Y/n’s limp hand, clutching it to his chest as a small smile quirked on Y/n’s lips.

His eyes fluttered as he let out one last shuddering breath, leaving his grieving father behind, the cry of agony of a father losing the son he’d just gotten back echoing the battlefield.

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pandabunfics · 2 years

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nootnootpinguuu · 2 years

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~TAG GAME ~

rules: spell out your url with song titles and tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

S - Secret Story of the Swan - IZONE

U - Up - Cardi B

N - No - Little Mix

D - DDU DU DDU - Blackpink

A - Adios - Everglow

E - Eyes closed - Halsey

A - As if it’s your last - Blackpink

S - Savage - Æspa

R - Red - Taylor Swift

E - Eleven - IVE

S - Stereotype - StayC

U - U mad - Bobby

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Y - Yummy - Justin Beiber

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Thank you for tagging me @jiyeonnnn 🤍🤍

I tag @averyfromzero @wakeyjaykey @bubbleteafelix @ji-yeonnnn @do-ray-mi @jameui

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#tag game

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fandomfluffandfuck · 29 days

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OK BUT

nomad!Steve having a size kink, seeing pre-serum!Steve and just not being able to KEEP IT IN HIS PANTSSSS

This didn't take me almost a week to get to. What do you mean?

You're so fucking right and while I have more angst-y thoughts about how younger, slimmer Steve would feel about that, too--how he might react when at first confronted with his perceived inadequacies in the face of everything he believes he's supposed to be, the way everyone tells him he should be... BUT we'll ignore that simply for the ✨️kink✨️

And what hits nomad Steve first--what takes his head and twists it down a dark, filthy path from the wheel-spinning confusion of being confronted with himself from another timeline, much younger and sicker--is their hands.

There's a moment where younger Steve reaches out to touch him, disbelieving. He's almost unknowingly playing out the now, in the future, overdone trope in movies of two people standing face-to-face, mirroring their movements. A perfect reflection. Younger Steve doesn't touch. But he gets close. His hands hover, his eyes are wide, his lips falling open silently at the same time that his fingers twitch and...

Jesus.

The thing is, hands are different from everything else. Every other part of his body. Their bodies. Bone can be wrapped and overlaid with muscles, disguised as something else. More rebust and thick. Muscle lives under nomad Steve's skin in mounds, thick like clay, molded just so. He shifts, and it moves, pulling and rippling along his frame. Muscle. Alive. Burning hot with its maintenance needs. His arms and shoulders and chest have all widened. Thickened. Even his abdomen, to some degree, has been bulked wider with muscles--cut and clenching. Too, his legs, from just above his Achilles heel with his calves to the very low of his broad back in the form of his curved, sloping ass. Nomad Steve has muscle everywhere these days. He knows muscle (and a whole lot of pain in the form of the ever steady march of time) separates himself from this younger Steve. He knows it well. But...

It's easier to forget that his entire frame has changed. The atoms rearranged and stretched. Forever altered. The difference between them is encapsulated in their hands.

Hands aren't the same as the rest of the body.

You can't pack muscle on your hands in the same fashion. You can put thick callouses and jagged scars, but that won't do much to lengthen or widen your fingers, it won't broaden your palms, it won't square out their architecture, and it sure as hell won't change your fingerprints.

Nomad Steve is so different from his younger self in obvious ways, but in their hands, too.

Subtle.

Fascinating.

Exciting.

Hands.

Nomad Steve has big, big hands with square palms and thick, long fingers. He has callouses from pencils still, but also more immediate weapons that fight for change, too--his voice extended beyond his mind to his body.

Younger Steve, though, has hands that are certainly large for his petite frame, but... they're almost delicate compared to Nomad Steve's hands. Thin. Easy to consume completely. The animal that is less and less caged in Nomad Steve the more he ages--more and more torn around the edges--growls seeing those small hands.

Immediately, a million fantasies race through nomad Steve's sharp, technicolor mind. All of those hot, dirty images in his head focused on the differences between their hands that represent the contrast in the rest of their bodies, too.

The fingers of just one of nomad Steve's hands encircling two bird-bone wrists--pressing both of them into the mattress, keeping him where he wants him, tightly fitting himself inside his younger self. His body. Wet. Hot. He barely fits, he swears. It's so tight that it almost hurts, gritting his teeth, swearing, groaning, and grunting as he fucks him with abandon. All the while, using a fraction of his strength to pin and ravenge him. Nomad Steve can feel every clench of younger Steve's fists as he writhes; he can feel every twist of his arms as he tries to get some kind of release from the pleasure, the heat, he just can't take it. His little fists clench so tight, just like his body. Tight.

Jesus Christ.

The sight of his fucking hands--and suddenly he understands what Bucky means when he says he has dinner-plate palms--biting into younger Steve's tiny waist. Wasp-waisted, he swears. His pale, pale skin darkened with bruises from desire. Younger Steve gasps and moans each time nomad Steve squeezes him a little more. Christ. There's a perverted feeling pulsing all throughout nomad Steve's body--he's so goddamn small and cute, and it makes him violent. Like seeing a kitten. A feisty little kitten that he wants to crush with his bare hands. So, he grabs. He takes. He groans, bone-deep, letting his forefingers and thumbs touch around his younger self's waist. He wants to press handprint bruises into his skin, he wants to feel his hip bones, he wants to dig into those little dimples at the base of his spine, he wants to feel the concave plane of his stomach, rubbing him down, he wants to spear him on his dick. He's so little. So tight.

Tight.

The broad flat of nomad Steve's palm across his younger self's thin chest, almost spanning the entire thing, oh, god, it's so hot. Underneath him, his elongated throat, his lean pecs, his sharp collarbones, and the curve of his ribs. All of that right there when the tips of his pinkie and index finger aren't even spread wide, and they're each brushing one of his peaked nipples. He's not even trying! Still, he overwhelms his younger self. He could do anything he wanted to him. Anything. Steve can feel his younger self's lungs stutter, gasping. He's nearly cool to the touch even as he melts from heated arousal. His heart pounds, vaguely uneven but demanding either way, sending surges of arousal through his body, making sure he's up for it. Rock-hard. He's so little and so grabbable.

Best of all, fuck, the way it feels with his big hands on his tiny body when he's fucking him. It's not just how it looks. He can fucking see how little he is, but it feels better than it looks. Tight, yeah, and... with nomad Steve kneeling on the bed, he hoists his younger self up so his slim thighs are thrown around his thicker waist, his hips are tilted up, and emphasizing the way as he thrusts in and out of him like he wants to break him. With their position, younger Steve's concave tummy bulges with his dick. He's stuffed so full. Moaning and wailing with every thrust. It bulges out of him. Filling him. Nomad Steve could watch it all day--staring, groaning, at how deep he gets into his guts--but he could spend the rest of his days feeling the erotic way his own cock rocks and grinds inside him through his thin skin. Christ. He can press down harder and feel himself in there, rubbing the tip of his own cock just to make his own hips jerk harder. Harsher. He's using his younger self like a damn flashlight, like he's jerking off using him, getting off to how he barely fits in there, getting off to how he's getting squeezed, getting off to how he drips with lube and how he drools and how he gags for it. Goddamn, he's begging for more even though there isn't more. There's no fucking way he could fit more inside him. He's at his limits, and Steve's taking him there. Steve's taking him. Ruining him.

He's never gonna be so little and tight again, so is Steve really the big, bad wolf for wrecking him? Like, god, how can he keep it in his pants when he's that big? It barely fits in the first place 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Hopefully, you enjoyed that 😘

Now, with this extra detailing

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #steve rogers #selfcest #steve x steve #averyfromzero #let me know if this is good lol... i like this concept but idk something about this writing isnt like i have in my minds eye #so im not sure i like how it turned out

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fandomfluffandfuck · 15 days

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FUCK, how did I miss your response to my ask??? I can't believe it took me forever to see THAT!

Sir...

🥵🥵🥵 Don't even know what to say

THE FLESHLIGHT PART AND BELLY BULGING???? Nomad Steve being just so damn huge you can see the shape through young Steve's stomach??? I almost exploded reading that, oh my god...

Thanks for your INCREDIBLY HOT thoughts on selfcest Steve, you know how much I go crazy for that 🙈

related to this (and this response)

Lmao, that's alright, I figured it'd find its way to you eventually 👀

Fuck 👏🏻 yeah 👏🏻

You know I had to! The image of younger Steve speared on nomad Steve's cock like a fleshlight is still stuck in my head, used good like he deserves.

You're welcome 😏

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fandomfluffandfuck · 9 months

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What are some specific scenarios you imagine of a Steve selfcest concept? hehe

We've talked before about nomad Steve topping baby faced Steve and that concept is so good! I do imagine nomad Steve being dom and everything but he's never aggressive or degrading I think, so imagine him all gentle dom guiding baby faced Steve who just came out of the ice!!!

Personally, when it comes to this bastard--

I always imagine that he is rough and demanding and, just, fucking filthy. I think he has the worst kind of dirty mouth and he's spent so long denying himself and playing by other people's rules that he takes what he wants and does not give a fuck.

However--

I would bet money that when he gets his hands on his younger self, that fragile 26 year old who has the weight of the world on his shoulders with not the slightest clue of how to ease the ache, nomad Steve would find himself folding. Immediately, he's gentling his younger self. Unconsciously. He just falls into it. As easy as the voice that comes cooing out of someone when they talk to a sweet, little puppy.

Who wouldn't talk to this baby so sweetly?

So, nomad Steve sets the two of them up real nice...

They're sheltering in Wakanda against all the timeline fuckery anyway, so nomad Steve uses it as an excuse to do something nice for his younger self. God knows it's been a while since he's had something nice between the Depression and war breaking out, and it's been even longer since his younger self accepted something nice.

They're in a plush, serviced apartment. All the amenities that they could want. Most of the time, that nomad Steve has been there, he's had the smart mirrors on the closet doors that face the end of the bed turned off, disguising themselves as regular closet doors. Non-reflective. He doesn't see much use for staring at himself.

But...

He knows he should.

On his worst days, Steve doesn't recognize himself at all. His own hands. He looks down and thinks, who do these belong to? (Or worse, he sees flashes of blood and bruises and broken bones and still can't reconcile with who's they are.)

He knows it's partially so bad because he's ignored his body with the same kind of habit of the boys back in Brooklyn had with smoking cigarettes. Never paying much attention until it was an addiction that he couldn't hope to kick. It started when he hated his scrawny, unhealthy body and ignored it--putting it in harms way without a fucking care in the world. But it didn't end there. It got worse when he stepped out of Stark's machine and was thrown into brightly colored tights, and everyone was staring at him, throwing themselves at him. He couldn't understand. Maybe he still doesn't. He doesn't think about his body. He didn't then, lifetimes ago, and he doesn't now.

Anyway--

Maybe he should.

Maybe he could give Steve, his younger self, that nice thing.

Look at yourself. See yourself. Know yourself. Your body. Hell, you don’t need to appreciate it, you just have to see it.

Nomad Steve sets the full body mirrors in his room to their reflective, normal-mirror mode, then takes his younger self into his bedroom. He has something to show him...

They stand in front of the mirrors.

His younger self is uncertain and weary, scratching the back of his neck; rooted in place exactly where nomad Steve stopped directing him with a hand on the elbow. And suddenly, there's not just two Steves, there's four. Doubling his double vision. It's somewhat disorienting. Bizarre. Oh, well, what about Steve's life isn't disorienting?

Nomad Steve launches into action--they already stripped for this, his younger self had a nice, long, hot shower under the double rainfall heads in the bathroom--reclining back on the bed, propped up with one arm, spreading his legs wide. Casual. At ease. Trying to nonverbally persuade his younger self to feel the same.

Steve's not hard yet. But he will be. For now, nomad Steve simply strokes a hand down the center of his chest and abs, getting to the fur of his happy trail.

Just short of the base of his cock, Steve quits touching himself and crooks his fingers. "C'mere," he murmurs to his younger self.

And his younger self, mouth agape, staggers forward. Eyes locked between his legs. Although, whether he's exactly staring at nomad Steve's cock or the hair covering his body now that he's stopped waxing it all off so he looks like everyone imagined, a golden statue... nomad Steve isn't sure.

Either way, with a chuckle, Steve catches himself, his younger self, mid-fall, and pulls him to safety into his lap. The safety in between his thighs.

Wrapping his arms around younger Steve, nomad Steve gives him a moment to adjust to the touch. Waiting for his muscles to go from stiff to soft. He exhales.

Nomad Steve rewards him with a hand on his shoulder, pressing his thumb into his pressure point, just enough pressure for the last pit of tension to leave his younger self. A little noise comes out of him, too. His lashes flutter shut, and for now, that will do.

"That's it," nomad Steve breaths. Almost afraid to shatter the moment he's building with his booming voice.

Steve sits up so he can use both of his hands and slides them along his younger self's body. Smooth, warm skin. His neck--both sides of it--and down his shoulders. Then, onto his arms and forearms. Gliding. Calloused fingertips gentle. For a moment, their hands intertwine. Nomad Steve squeezes recently thawed Steve's hands, thumbs rubbing the backside.

The sensation achieves another little sound, aching and needy.

Oh, right, nomad Steve thinks to himself, I was so touch starved then.

How could I have forgotten?

He forces himself to slow down even more because not only does he want his younger self to feel every single part of his body that he touches, now he also wants his younger self to soak in the touch. Heal some of that bone-deep loneliness.

"Mmnh," his younger self murmurs.

Steve doesn't think he knows he's making the noises, but they both can hear them. Enhanced hearing. Nomad Steve can also hear his heart rate, speeding along. Faster and faster. So. He moves on, skirting over his chest and ribs, onto his hips, and toward his legs. Thighs. Knees. Calves.

Down farther and farther and farther.

Steve presses forward to touch all of his younger self's body, even though it means the younger version of himself has to fold forward to let him... He mewls but goes with the honey-thick flow. Only protesting, his thighs bunching, jerking, when nomad Steve's fingertips dance over the tops of his feet. Ticklish.

Nomad Steve chuckles, the laugh sounding like a purr. This is a lot sweeter than he thought it would be.

Huh.

He doesn't want to change it either. For now, this is alright. More than alright. This is good.

Steve unfolds them both, pulling at his younger self to sit back up, resting fully against his chest now, pressed together, rather than uncertainly hovering. Overthinking. Because of the mirrors, Steve knows that his eyes are shut. Also, he knows his younger self has begun to blush. He can feel it, heat radiating through him, but the sight is impossible to ignore.

These days, Steve's blush is mostly overshadowed by his beard and chest hair and treasure trail. On his bare, bare skin from what feels like a lifetime ago, his blush is as clear as a sunset watched from ocran beach sores. There is nothing to conceal the sky. The color. Pretty pink.

"Open your eyes," nomad Steve whispers against the blushing shell of his ear.

His younger self's eyelashes flit, lifting, lowering, and lifting again. Under those heavy lashes, his eyes are dark. He sucks in a deep breath and makes a particularly wanting sound as their eyes lock through the mirror.

Oof.

The heat of arousal for his younger self is lost somewhat when he finds himself in their reflection. Just the barest hint of a distressed sound bubbling up in his chest.

"Shh," nomad Steve whispers, "shh," he kisses the top of his ear impulsively, wanting to swallow his younger self when he tilts into it so beautifully, so sweet, "look at you," he strokes a hand straight down his younger self's chest.

How was he ever this smooth?

Hairless and bare.

His younger self looks so much more naked, so much more vulnerable when he's truly stripped bare like this.

God.

Steve swallows the excess saliva in his mouth. He doesn't understand why he wants to devour this version of himself so badly. But he does. He wants to consume him.

For now, he pushes it down. Gentle. He can be gentle.

"Just look at this body, baby." Steve has no idea where these words are coming from. They're just coming. Soft in tone but hard with weight and undertone. Orders disguised as suggestions.

Younger Steve obeys his words.

"Look at it," Steve commands again, feeling him shiver, struggling to obey better--lifting his heavy eyelids, blinking to focus harder. "Look at you," he corrects himself. His body is not a thing. It is his. It's him. "Just breathe. Feel your body."

His younger self's lips part, the moment he tries to speak, he loses it, though. He whimpers instead.

"It's okay, you're okay, this feels so good, you feel so good, don't you, baby?" Steve keeps talking, keeping both of their minds spinning. Keeping them in the present by giving them something more than light, teasing touches to focus on--Steve wraps his other hand, not petting his expanding chest, around his dick. He's hard. Thick and hard. Already so, so wet. Dripping honey. Steve knows he can't help it. Cracked open wide by the serum, unable to not get hard at even the slightest hint of pleasure.

Raw.

Needy.

Perfect.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" He questions, voice gruff, rubbing his beard against the perfectly smooth skin under him. Friction rash appears and just as quickly fades away. Healing itself in fast-motion.

"Mm-hm," his younger self gasps. Now, his chest is heaving under nomad Steve's heavy paw. Groping. Breathing harder. More and more affected with every stroke--root to tip, just tight enough to make him drip. Leak. Overflow.

Fuck.

"Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, that's it," Steve encourages his younger self, allowing him to squirm as much as he wants, kissing the inviting, vulnerable stretch of his throat when he leans his head to the side, chuckling when he curls his toes or digs his fingers back into Steve's broad shoulders.

He squirms for a long time under Steve's administration's but...

Eventually, he stops squirming, his cock is drooling so much that Steve knows he's cum once or twice, sitting so close to the edge as a result of the serum and not having relief over 70 fucking years, that there's nothing he can do to stop himself. Cup running over. Excessive. Gorgeous.

Every helpless spurt of white, coming out of him just as lazily, just as easily, as pre-cum winds nomad Steve tighter. Tighter.

But, rather than squirming, now younger Steve softens. His eyes are so heavily lidded that it's hard to know if his eyes are even open or not. The only time it's possible to tell is when nomad Steve reminds him to keep his eyes open and he blinks slowly, moving through honey, trying his hardest to listen. Whining high in his throat.

Steve could eat his younger self with a spoon--he's so sweet and pliable. Settling into this. Learning to love whatever he's given without begging for more.

Cute.

No longer able to resist, something inside nomad Steve shifts, it cracks, on the precipice of breaking totally. "Look at these," nomad Steve really squeezes his younger self's tits in his hands. Not just that, though, he doesn't just grope him or gently rub his hard nipples, this time, he pushes them together to form cleavage. Deep, deep cleavage. "Look at youuu," Steve coos, voice rougher, "eyes open, baby, you gotta see this, you're so pretty."

There's another crack. So, so close to completely breaking. Soon...

At the sight of his chest made to look like true tits his younger self makes this mortified sound way back in his throat, but he can't seem to do anything else other than lie back and take it. Hypnotized. A puddle. Watching, breathing heavy and slow, as his cock twitches despite his protesting noise.

Nomad Steve tweaks the sharp points of his pink, pink nipples. Without any hair, he's looks so vulnerable and cute. These pretty little points are so easy to spot. So easy to touch.

His younger self makes a desperate, guttural noise but stays pinned in place.

Perfect.

Nomad Steve grins. He can practically hear the desire in him crack like lightning. So quickly rising that it's too much, buckling under it's own weight, and it shatters.

"They're heavy, huh?" His voice is getting louder. He can't help himself. This version of his younger self just makes him so fucking hard. He's on fire. "Gets distracting, doesn't it, baby? They jiggle when you breathe, when you run, and they're gonna jiggle when you ride Bucky again." Steve bites his own neck, done holding back; sinking his teeth into the unmarred, sweet skin of his younger self.

Freshly thawed Steve's eyes shut tightly while his red lips fall open. Jaw slack. It takes him almost a full five seconds plus the reminder of Steve’s teeth digging harder, deeper, into his neck for him to open his eyes again, fighting the roll of his eyes back into his skull to lock onto his reflection. He's gone red now.

"There you go," nomad Steve purrs. "He's gonna love it, by the way. He loves everything about you, always had, but he'll swear he's died and gon' to heaven when he sees these knockers again, when you've finally got the time and space to really explore," nomad Steve chuckles.

His younger self whimpers. The only part of him not melted in place is his hips. He's rolling them filthily, in desperate need of friction. Aching. Hurting. Even with all the orgasms that’ve been milked out of him already. Fuck. Even though he's denying enjoying being talked at like this with his protesting little sounds. So cute.

"Oh, boy," nomad Steve rumbles, "if you have a hard time with that... calling these what they are, these fuckin' tits, how're you gonna stand anything else Bucky says to you?"

Younger Steve squeaks cutely.

"How're you gonna stand it when Bucky fucks you," nomad Steve rolls his hips, dirty. He slips a finger down there, too, "know you're real sensitive down here, now?"

Younger Steve shakes his head frantically. There are suddenly tears streaking down his cheeks. Aw.

"Well, you are, and, shit," Steve lets himself groan in the back of his throat, "you know what else is even better now?" He shivers just thinking about it now. It's still something he wants all the time.

Younger Steve makes a pleading sound. Dying to know.

Rather than continuing to talk at him, though, Steve makes a rude gesture. He splits two of his thick, long fingers apart into a peace sign, then he licks between his fingers. Lewdly flicking his tongue out. And...

He watches the entire front of his younger self's body flush an even brighter red. It doesn't look real. He's so flustered that his innocent-looking eyes--soft baby blues--widen.

Adorable.

"But-" the protest bursts out of his younger self, surprisingly coherent for the puddle he's become, "'m not-- I don't have--"

"Oh," nomad Steve cocks his head to the side, "you don't?" He rubs his finger even more insistently against his rim, "you don't have a pretty, pink pussy down here that Bucky could eat until you're squealing and wetting his face?"

His younger self surprises him, suddenly, explosively cumming over himself. Obvious. This is nothing like the orgasms before that we're unvoluntary but shuddering and quiet. Overwhelming. This is involuntary but loud and chaotic, and soul-splitting. Overwhelming. Untouched. Cumming buckets. Wet. Messy. Too turned on by the feminization to contain himself.

God.

He is pretty.

Maybe he understands why Bucky was so obsessed with him then; why his mouth couldn't stop running; why he couldn't stop touching. Steve gets it. Every part of it.

And he's gonna get a part of it. He's gonna sink his teeth into his bare, golden shoulder and fuck his sensitive, pink pussy raw. Growling and working him over until he's cumming wailing, mouth drooling into the pillows at the head of the bed and hands spasming against the sheets. Maybe then he'll have this intoxicating urge out of his system enough to go back to being sweet and he can fuck him slow and loving. Maybe.

That got a little mean at the end, but I couldn't help myself 👀

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