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lokigonnakmsforbucky · 2 years

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Blood Lust

Chapter 7

Days had passed since we arrived at the safe house, and I couldn't tell where exactly we were. Except that wherever we were was in the middle of absolute nowhere. The only thing as far as I could see was trees.

It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't fear what was next.

Peggy and Steve haven't contacted us since they left us here, I fear something may have happened to them. I'm afraid that Hydra may have taken them. I just have to keep my hope more potent than fear, I have to hope they are okay. They found my father, they have found Tony and Wanda. I hope they have, No... I have to believe that they got them safe.

What made the days here even worse was that Bucky was not speaking a word to me, no matter the ways I try to speak to him. Try to get his attention, it was worthless. It was quiet throughout the house for days. Bucky barely slept the past few days, and when he did he would sleep on the floor beside the bed. He wouldn't sleep peacefully... whenever I was around I could hear him shuffling around and whispering words such as, "No" and "Stop". Over and over, like in the dream, he was reliving a nightmare over and over.

When I heard him struggling all I wanted to do was to help. Wake him up, tell him everything is alright, and comfort him. But, I already know what would happen if I even tried. He would simply shrug me off or tell me everything is alright and I need to go rest and leave him alone.

Bucky also has hardly eaten any while we have been here, which has made me worry. Yes, he has eaten bread and even has made me food here and there, but he hasn't eaten what he eats... well, drinks. He hasn't drank any blood ever since we were still at his home, that has worried me the most ever since I have no idea what happens to a vampire if they haven't eaten anything in days. Yes, I am assuming food may sustain his hunger but what is gonna happen if he can't hold it together any longer. Would he run off? Would he attack me when I cannot defend myself?

No. I cannot think like that, Bucky wouldn't hurt me. He hasn't even been acting like he was needing any blood. But, what happens if he breaks. I am the closest blood source here...

I get up from my chair and walk into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. I cannot think like this, Bucky won't hurt me. He said he wouldn't.

I heard a door open and a low groan. Bucky finally woke up, he was fully dressed with his leather jacket, blue jeans, and a white t-shirt under the jacket. The only thing that wasn't fixed was his long hair. His hair was usually pulled back but today it was down and frizzled.

"Good Morning," I say with a small smile, hoping for Bucky to just talk one word. Or at least give me some reaction, even a small reaction would suffice.

"Morning." His scruffy voice feels the room, the first time I would actually hear his voice without it being him asleep or me just imagining it in my mind. I can actually admit that I missed hearing his voice.

Bucky, went to the door and slipped his combat boots on, and walked back into the kitchen to grab a kitchen knife, "Uh... Bucky why are you grabbing a knife?"

He looked at me and back at the knife before putting it in the belt that he was wearing, "I am going out for a little while. I need to hunt before I tear myself apart for not hunting earlier. The knife allows me to not bite it. Because that's disgusting and I hate feeling like... like a monster." Bucky's face changed from emotionless to a disturbed and sad face. "I will be back in an hour. Just keep the windows covered and the doors locked, and do not go outside no matter what. I will tell you it's me when I get back."

"Wait. So, you hardly speak to me in days, and now your just gonna leave?" I blurted out before thinking, I was frustrated. I have all the right to be. If you were gonna tell me last week that in a week from now I would be married off to a vampire, James Buchanan Barnes to be exact, AND was in the middle of a war. I would tell you that you are out of your dammed mind but here I am. "Look, I understand you need to eat but can you please just talk to me? I just want to know that I am not alone here, okay? But, yeah I won't go near windows or open the door unless I know it's you. If I do this, will you promise to just try to talk to me?"

Bucky kept his focus on me, his breaths were loud and fast. Like he was impatient, but he nodded his head "Yeah... I promise. Just don't do anything until I get back." After that one sentence, Bucky walked out the door.

At least I got my point across to him, hopefully later tonight everything here may be a little easier.

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Bucky's POV

My head is pounding... nothing like before. I can feel everything, I can feel my whole body tense up when I am around her, I could feel my heart beating out of my chest so much it hurts. I hear her breathing, her footsteps all throughout the house. I knew everything would go downhill as soon as we got in this house. I had the bright idea of not drinking any blood on the day when we got "married".

I also was just dumb enough to not have any blood bags in the refrigerator here.

I thought I could withstand being in that house with her... stay away from her until Steve or Peggy showed. I thought I could have fought the urge to drink her blood if I could. But, I couldn't stand being there any longer. I can't show her I am a monster. So, I did the most logical thing I could have thought of, I left to go hunt for food.

Of course, I wasn't too far away from her, I could run back anytime or if she yelled.

I walked the woods slowly, scanning every tree and the ground for anything that remotely looked like tracks.

I would be happy with anything. Deer, Squirrel, rabbit, anything that could quench my thirst.

I walked towards a stream when I finally see two deer taking a drink. I slowly approach the deer, drawing the kitchen knife out. I should have brought my actual knife for this but this would be fine.

The deer didn't see me, not yet.

I through my knife at the deer, and the knife lodged itself in its chest. Killing it instantly, I walk towards the decreased deer and kneel down. "I am sorry... I just need to eat." I took my knife out and brought my mouth towards the wound and slowly started to suck all the blood I could.

Instantly I could feel my head begin to clear, my ears no longer ringing and my breathing normal.

I just hated feeling like a monster after.

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Your POV

Bucky finally came back after two hours, he came back looking less sickly and better alive. I was washing the dishes and he looked at me. He smiled his usual smile the only difference was there was a red spot near the corner of his mouth.

"Uh... I think you got blood on the corner of your mouth." I pointed at the spot for Bucky and he wiped it off.

I don't think I would ever get used to that. The blood.

"Yeah....um, I am really sorry for the past few days. I wasn't feeling good and I didn't want to hurt you in any way." Bucky spoke and sat in the chair beside the sink. The chair I placed so when I wanted a break from cooking I would sit there and think back on how life was before all of this happened.

"It's okay, I should have figured it out that you got hungry. I just didn't know that it would affect you this much. I thought eating regular food would help. " I replied back to Bucky turning the sink off and facing him. He looks at me and takes his jacket off, "Eating regular food does but it just doesn't help much."

So, eating food does help his cravings. That's good to know for next time. If there would be a next time at least.

"Bucky can I ask you something and you won't get mad?" He gives me a shrug, "You know you can ask me anything."

I take a deep breath, "It's about your nightmares... What happened to you? What did they do to you?" Bucky looks at me and back at his arm. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I just want to understand." I take a step away to go to the room, but before I could walk past Bucky I could feel a gentle grasp on my arm.

"You deserve to know... You deserve to know why I am the Winter Soldier."

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cebothelover · 2 years

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Did your mom sell you to One Direction? Did Harry Styles spit on Chris Pine? There are things we'll never know... lmao

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lucky-bucky-boy · 1 year

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Restless Night

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: An impulsive phone call leads to a happy ending

Word Count: 1307

Warnings: Slight angst, smut, pet names, little to no (y/n), mentions of missions, lemme know if i missed anything

A/N: MCU!Peter - I do plan to write something for TASM!Peter in the future but this was just easier for my brain to set up the scene. I wanted to do something different and challenged myself to write something that was more dialogue-heavy than I’ve written in a while. Not my best work, but a little smutty smut bc why not

I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my writing and/or fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs are welcomed and highly appreciated!

The soft sound of the television playing a forgotten movie almost drowned out the sound of the phone ringing, tucked under a pillow and muffled. The sweet cusp of sleep was only moments away, being dragged out by the vibrating as the first call ended and a second came through.

The near unconsciousness caused forethought to be left behind, grabbing the phone, answering the call, and putting it to your ear. A soft "hello?" was all you could muster.

"Hey, baby."

A tsunami of emotions flooded through your body, suddenly wide awake and hyper aware of everything that was going on; The television was nearing the end of the movie you had put on, your clock reading 1:32, the lights from the cars passing by casting various dancing shadows around your room.

"I've missed you, baby."

His voice was sweet, almost addictive and something you hadn't realized was a need buried deep inside you. You shuffled, forcing yourself up and sitting against the squishmallow he'd won for you on your first time, something you hadn't been able to get rid of.

"Hi, Peter," you voice was quiet, sleep still etched between the syllables. There was a beat of silence between the two of you, "Peter, why'd you call? It's been 10 months."

Peter let out a soft sigh, you could hear him shuffling around. "Missing you really bad tonight, love. M' on a mission," there was another sigh, "I almost got hurt, like really hurt. Thankfully Bucky was there. All I could think about was you."

"Peter!" You voice was now much louder, instantly filled with worry, "Don't go and get yourself ki-"

He cut you off, "I wasn't tryna get hurt, baby. We got ambushed. We had just went in there for me to copy some information onto a drive. Ended up being some rogue Hydra agents, a leg of them we didn't even know existed." Peter was rambling and he knew it, he was starting to think the reason he called was a bad one.

You sighed, body riddled with a million different emotions, "Pete, why'd you call me?"

"I miss you," his words had a slight whine to them, "I wanna touch you so badly, wanna hold you and kiss you."

If he was there you would have undoubtedly melted into him. The breakup was mutual, but difficult nonetheless. Between trying to focus on your career and all of the responsibilities Peter had, it was near impossible to maintain a relationship - there was no time for date nights or dinner, no time to sit and reminisce and talk about the future. For months, the only time spent together was sleeping in the same bed, which was almost always disrupted by some responsibility.

You two loved each other, loved each other more than yourselves most days. But it had become too taxing and tiring, the constant worrying, near lack of support because attention was needed elsewhere. So, after a long, tearful date night gone wrong, the two of you agreed to break up, maybe try again when there were less things counting on you both.

Peter regretted it immediately, but he had wanted to give you space, give you time to flourish and not worry about him. He'd asked M.J. and Ned all the time what you had been up to, he would check your Instagram and Snapchat to see the things you were posting and proud of. He did whatever he could to support you from afar.

But tonight, tonight he dared to be selfish, he needed to be selfish. Deep down he knew it was wrong, calling you up in the middle of the night because the adrenaline was still pumping through his veins and all he wanted was to be with you.

"I miss you too, Pete." Your voice was soft again, it always was in moments like this. Where the intimacy lay just behind every fiber in your body.

He hummed, starting to get antsy as he continued to try to figure out how to say what he wanted. "Baby, can you do me a favor?"

"What is it, Pete?" You almost hated how quickly you answered, how eager you were.

"Touch yourself, sweetheart. I wanna hear you touch yourself."

The gasp that left you was audible. Peter was never incredibly bold, never the type to initiate unless you two were definitely alone. Even in those moments, it was always sweet and loving. But this, Peter calling in the middle of the night, a desperate whine to his words and an insane neediness that make his tone demanding.

“Baby, if you don’t want to, you can just hang up. I won’t be upset with you.” You could hear some ruffling and the sound of metal hitting the floor. “I just miss the pretty sounds you make, miss the way your face scrunches up, miss the feeling of your skin against mine.”

This wasn’t a command you were going to disobey. He was still rambling, your mind only half paying attention to the honey-like words he was saying. “Do you want me to use my hand or one of my toys?”

He paused for a moment and you could practically hear the smile spread across his lips. “Use your hand, sweetheart. Run you hands across your body like I would.”

You could hear the moment Peter wrapped his hand around himself, a small groan leaving his lips. You listened to him, it being nearly impossible not to. "Wish you were here, Petey," the words slipped out of you as your fingers danced across your skin, sending goosebumps in their wake.

Your eyes were pinched shut, listening to every whimper and sigh the came through your phone, doing your best to pretend your own touch was his. "Me too, God, me too. Miss kissing your skin, hearing your little gasps when I nip."

"Peter," you couldn't help but whimper, forgoing anymore teasing and quickly giving your clit the much needed attention. It never took long with Peter for you to become needy and impatient, let alone when it had been almost a year since you heard the noises he was making, "I'm not gonna last long, want you so badly," your words were gasped out between soft moans, instant pleasure radiating from your core already making your body warm.

"Me neither, baby," there was a low groan that slipped from him, strangled as he attempted to hold himself together. With every sound you made, he nearly felt like he was in a dream. But he knew this was real, his subconscious hyper aware of the thin walls in the shitty hotel he was holed up in for the night and the super soldier who undoubtedly could hear him.

A endless stream of "fuck"s, gasps, moans, and whimpers flooded through each phone. It only took a few more minutes before the coil burst and the warmth of your high shook through your body, thighs quaking and chest heaving. Peter followed suit, a breathy moan of your name as he spilled into his hand and all over his abdomen.

There was a lingering silence as the other of you recovered, both taking in what has just happened while relishing in the aftermath. Peter broke the silence first, "Need to get m'self cleaned up," he mumbled. There was another beat of silence from him, "I do really miss you."

You hummed your agreement, shifting yourself into a more comfortable position. "I do really wish you were here."

He huffed out a small laugh, a sound that was laced with relief and contentedness. "I'll be home tomorrow at 4. I still got my key, I'll bring dinner, and we can talk. How does that sound?"

Now it was your turn to laugh, excitement filling every nerve in your body. "It sounds like a date."

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binzlovenicetingz · 10 months

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Heyy, can I request a will poulter imagine since you do fanfics for 🧍🏾‍♀️. Ig a long distance scenerio that as lot of angst but end in either fluff,smut or angst I’m down for anything. I’m just thankful for a poc writer honestly 😭

Imagine you are in a relationship with Will but both of your work schedules are pushing you further apart. The distance begins to cause a strain on your relationship, leading to a fight that might end your relationship..or is it?

warning: 18+ only, language, smut, oral(f receiving), unprotected smut(wrap it before you tap it), you said you were down for anything lol, established relationship, slight angst, no beta reading cause I'm a thug, y/n is a black reader but woc/poc are welcomed🤎

You and Will rarely fight.

Sure, you two have had disagreements but those never escalated further. There's no yelling or backhanded comments, if anything, you both learned very easily on in the relationship that you both hated going to bed angry and always made it a point to talk out your problems together and come to a peaceful resolution.

So why haven't you heard from him in over a week?

The last conversation ended in a heated fight over FaceTime. It was going on close to a year since you last saw each other in person - not like it wasn’t anything that you two weren’t used to but this time around, your schedules made it damn near impossible to even call, especially being in different time zone.

You didn't want to admit it but it was hard - and as you lay in your hotel room, you couldn't stop the ache that's been slowly building in your chest. You hated fighting with Will and especially hated it had you questioning you own relationship but it felt like you were the only one trying!

Will joining Marvel and becoming apart of the MCU was a big deal and you couldn’t of been any more prouder of him than you already were. He was working hard, you knew that, but you still couldn’t help but feel a little neglected and when there was finally a free week in your schedule, you made sure to tell him.

It was only a week and you missed your boyfriend like crazy, so you were going to make it work. That was until he broke the news to you, reshoots. You were hurt, crushed really, and from the other side of the screen, you could tell he was too. It wasn’t Will’s fault, you knew that but couldn’t hide the sadness anymore. You let it out, and in turn, he rightfully defended himself. Looking back on it now, it was a stupid fight but in that moment, you angrily ended the call and turned off your notifications for the night.

'A few days to cool off is needed' you thought to yourself on set but before you knew it, one day turned into three and soon enough you were in your hotel room getting ready. You had glanced down at your phone, thinking about shouting a text first but your pride wouldn't let you and with a new reason to be upset all over again, you left the room and got your Uber.

It was the wrap-up party for a mini-series you were working on with HBO or should you call it Max? You didn’t know and frankly tonight, you didn’t really care, the only thing on your mind was Will. You scan the room as cast and crew mingled about. You should be celebrating with them, enjoying completing a project you spent years writing and having a great team to back it up but right now, you just wanted to be alone.

Stepping out to the private balcony, you breathed in the summer night before taking in the view. The restaurant that production rented out allowed you a decent view of the skyline and enough height to see people walking below or coming to dine in and as you people watch for a split second, a familiar figure just down the street looking slightly lost.

"Will?" you squinted, getting a better look and seeing that it was in fact, Will, and you quickly called out to him before finally getting his attention.

"Surprise!" He shouted and you tried to stop the smile from growing on your face but you couldn't help it.

"What are doing here?"

"Surprising you!"

You didn't have much to say after that, all the anger and pent-up frustration all but faded and you wanted nothing more than to ditch this party and spend it with him.

So you did.

On the way back to your hotel, Will let it slip that you had to bride your assistant to give him the location and when you asked why he didn't just call you, Will sheepishly pulled out his cracked open, scratching the back of his head. "Kinda messed around and broke my phone on set the other. I had my manager book my flight and everything."

You could of swoon.

It was quiet as you enter your hotel room, Will shut the door behind him as he watches you carefully. He doesn't know why, but he felt nervous, maybe it was because this was the first time you'd been in the same room in close to a year.

"So, um I-"

"Listen, baby, I'm-"

You both rush to speak, smiling slightly as some of the tension leaves the room. Will stepping closer until he was sitting next to you and naturally, you lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." You whisper softly, not wanting to break this bubble.

A sigh leaves his lips, "I should be the one apologizing, Y/n.

"Can we just agree that this fight was super dumb and forget it happen?" you glance up at him smiling softly at you as he pulls you closer.

"Forget about what?"

You chuckle, shaking your head slightly. "And thank you for coming all the way here too, it really means a lot."

Will places a gentle kiss against your forehead before pulling back slightly as he takes in your beautiful features. "I really was trying to surprise you."

A smile graces your lips, "and you did surprise me, really."

"Maybe I should get a reward for my brilliant plan."

"And what kind of reward were you looking for?"

"Hmm, a kiss should suffice."

You were giggling now, "I think I should be the one asking for a kiss."

Will quirks a brow, an amused smirk playing on his face as he shifts in his seat before easily pulling you onto his lap. "Really now?"

You innocently nodded your head before letting out a playful sigh, "Yeah, I was left all alone, broken-hearted and sad-" a surprised yelp leaves your lips as your easily picked up and tossed over Will's shoulder without even a second thought, yelping again when you feel his hand give your ass a quick slap before he places you on the bed, lips meeting in a kiss that quickly turned heated.

The dress and heels you wore were taken off with ease but you couldn't say the same for your panties which were practically torn from your body and Will's lips kissing down your body until he reaches your wet center.

The sounds that tumbled out of your pretty mouth had him groaning into your core, earning another whine and buck of your hips to meet his hungry mouth.

"Yes, p-please ahh, more!" you begged as your fingers tangled into his hair and tugged on his roots. You were already sensitive from being pent up for so long that you felt everything he was doing to your pussy; his flattened tongue rubbing over your throbbing bud before wrapping and sucking on your clit as his finger pumped into your sobbing core. You were breathless and started feeling way more exposed than you even realized getting lost in the feeling of his mouth and feeling the heat rushing from your ears down to the tip of your toes that it takes you a few seconds to realize that Will stopped his movements.

You quickly tug at the end of his shirt, "You got too many clothes on." Will chuckles, sitting up between your parted thighs and easily discarding his shirt as you take him all in.

"Better?" He asked but you quickly shook your head and he caught on quickly, getting out of his jeans and briefs, and you were finally blessed with seeing his harden length after so long you could cry. You were just reaching for it when his much larger hand stop yours, "Later, darling, I really need to be inside you right now."

You could see the neediness in his eyes, stroking his cock at just the thought of finally being inside you were breaking his cool, and honestly, you didn't want to wait anymore either. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as your legs spread for him. The tip of his cock brushes against your dripping folds and you can't help but moan, raising your hips to catch more friction. That's when he eases into you, both gasping at the stretch that had your walls already squeezing him in more.

"So tight," Will groans, his face buried in your neck that his breath tickles your skin, raising goosebumps. He eases into you some more and your mouth falls open and your eyes roll back as your nails dig into his back but he doesn't seem the least bit fazed from the marks you were giving him while you try to keep your wits end.

Will soon pulls back, his large hands traveling down your quivering body until he's pushing your thighs back unable your knees are touching your chest in a gasp but he doesn't stop his thrust. His eyes flickering lower to watch his cock sink deeper into your wet pussy, the slick sounds coming from your tight was starting to drive him mad.

"Fuck, I might just cum right now," he whines, his cock hitting your spot just right you were starting to see stars. "you're so good to me, baby. so pretty taking my cock, yes!"

He usually wasn't this vocal but you weren't complaining, responding back in whimper and moans since you feel your brain turning to mush when he slows his pace but thrust deeper.

Will drinks in your appearance. You look so beautiful with your face contorted with pleasure, your eyes half closed and your glossed lips parted with sweet-sounding moans, and the louder you got, the more tempting the thought of fucking you all night was in the stars. He closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you. It was hungry and messy with all tongue and teeth. The hand that wasn't on your tit moved to your clit, rubbing quick circles on your swollen nub.

You clamped around him even tighter feeling his hand and with the way you were moaning into his mouth, he knew you were going to cum and he wasn't far behind either. Your fingers tangled in his hair once you broke the heated kiss, forehead touching

"That's it, baby, cum for me. Cum all over my cock." He strokes deeper, leaving you panting more as you dig your nails into his shoulders, and from the low hiss leaving his lips, you're sure you broke skin this time but you didn't care, not when your eyes fluttered shut, body shooked underneath him as your orgasm ripped through you in waves after waves. "C-Cumming! I'm cumming!" His pace was unrelenting, giving your more deep thrust until he buried his cock deep inside you, flooding your tight walls with his cum.

It was quiet aside from you two catching your breath. He gently drops your legs as he steadies himself on one arm, he uses his other hand to caress your cheek, your eyes meet his gaze a soft smile grew on both your faces.

"I love you."

"I love you too, more than you'll ever know."

You and Will rarely fight but when you do, you two are always making up in the end.

@penny44224

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dirtyvulture · 9 months

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Natasha Romanoff x Male!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by anon: Um *clears throat* Hello, I’m new in discovering your fics, and you’re the first writer I find who writes for male reader x Natasha Romanoff! I’ve only ever seen writers write for only female reader- BUT I UNDERSTAND REALLY, Natasha displayed major lesbian vibes and etc, and I fully support it really. But uh, as a male myself, and having Natasha as my favorite MCU character, it’s been rare finding fics for male reader, but again I’m not complaining, I fully support writers writing female writers!

Sorry I’m rambling, I just wanted to request, if you’re okay with it, something with male reader x Natasha with Father’s Day as the theme? Perhaps maybe Nat surprises reader that they’re gonna have a baby and all that? Of course there needs to be smut involved, I’ve read all your fics and clearly smut is a must have for the fic! Perhaps some daddy kink to throw in the mix?

And again, if it’s not on the books, I’ll understand!

AN: Enjoy, anon!

Natasha stares down at the little plastic stick in her trembling hands, blinking rapidly to make sure she’s not seeing blurred. There are two lines on the little window, matching the symbol for “Pregnant.”

She had never thought this could be possible, given what she had thought had happened in the Red Room, but maybe that hadn’t been an entirely honest truth--not that she was complaining.

She thinks about how she’s going to tell you, knowing how much you always wanted to be a father, but had accepted that biologically having children with her might have been a huge challenge. Maybe it wasn’t as difficult as either of you thought after all.

Natasha knows she can barely keep the news hidden for long, so she wraps the pregnancy test up carefully and hides it. She goes to make dinner before you come home, deciding to cook your favorite meal instead of her planned one.

The smell of sizzling steak greets you the moment you open the front door, and you’re shocked for a moment because Natasha had texted you that she was going to make spaghetti and meatballs instead. Not that you’re upset, you’re always grateful when she cooks for you. But steak was more of a special occasion kind of meal, and your personal favorite.

“Nat honey? I’m home,” you call out, dropping your work bag at the door and slipping off your shoes.

“In the kitchen!”

You walk through the living room and find your girlfriend standing at the stove, moving an impressively thick cut of meat from cast-iron pan to a plate.

“That looks really good, babe,” you say, greeting her with a kiss before going to help set the rest of the table.

“I made a salad, it’s in the fridge if you can get that out.”

“Sure.” You’re tempted to ask the occasion, but you wait. You grab the big glass bowl of salad and place it on the table. Natasha brings over two plates, one steak almost twice the size of the other, and puts the bigger one down in front of you.

“Thanks for cooking, Nat. I’m starving,” you say, eagerly grabbing your fork and knife and carving into the meat. Natasha clears her throat, offering you the salad bowl and you relent, making sure to take a healthy portion of vegetables to balance out the pure protein on your plate.

The meal is finished in relative silence--you would’ve struck up more conversation with her, but were too busy scarfing down your steak. It’s only when the last piece is gone that you sit back, patting your belly and smiling at her.

“That was amazing, Nat. What was the occasion?” you finally ask.

Natasha bounces in her seat, as if she had been waiting the whole time for you to ask. “You’re not gonna believe it, babe,” she says, getting up and grabbing something from behind the sink. She holds it out to you, wrapped in a napkin.

Slowly, you unravel it, surprised to see that it’s a pregnancy test, but even more surprised when you see that it’s showing a positive result.

“Is this...Is this yours?” you ask, not realizing how stupid the question is until it comes out of your mouth.

“Yes!” Natasha squeals, throwing herself at you and wrapping her arms around your waist tightly.

“Oh my God.” You squeeze her back, trying to comprehend the meaning of the pregnancy test. You can’t believe it. Natasha had told you she couldn’t get pregnant, so you had never bothered to use protection with her, but that wasn’t to say you didn’t want to be or were not ready to become a father. It was one of the few dreams you had carried with you your whole life, and while you had been a little sad about Natasha’s situation, she was still open to adoption and you knew you didn’t need to be biologically related to your child to be a good father.

“I can’t believe it, Nat,” you say, pressing a kiss to her head.

“You’re gonna be a daddy. My daddy.”

The word makes your head spin, and also causes a tightening at the front of your pants. You look down at yourself, slightly embarrassed, and Natasha caresses your growing bulge, causing your hips to jerk forward at the contact.

“Bedroom?” is all you can get out of your mouth before she takes your hand and drags you out of the kitchen. Both of you make quick work of your clothes and you join your girlfriend on the bed, your hands running along her sides with a soft reverence.

“I love you so much, Nat,” you say, kissing her. “You’re gonna be the best mother to our child.”

“Our child,” she repeats, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. You wipe them away and press your forehead to hers, not saying anything for a moment as your hand goes down and rests on her flat belly. Of course, it’s too early for her to show or for you to feel anything, but you still cannot wrap your head around the idea that you and Natasha are finally going to have a child together.

Natasha scratches up and down your back, digging her nails impatiently into your shoulder blades. You rock your hips against hers, your cock hardening faster when it rubs against the insides of her thighs.

“I want you, Daddy,” Natasha pleads, and this new use of the term has all the blood rushing down to your cock so fast you think you might pass out.

“You can have me, Nat,” you insist, leaning back to guide your tip to her entrance. You push into her gently, still wanting to be gentle with her even more than before, and her velvet walls wrap around your member with a familiar warmth. “Fuck,” you mutter, rolling your hips in short strokes, resisting the urge to pound into her without abandon.

“More,” Natasha demands, her hands curving around the back of your thighs and trying to pull you into her. “You don’t have to be careful with me,” she says, but you can’t imagine being rough with her anymore.

But the pulsing and squeezing around your cock overtakes your willpower and Natasha moans loudly as you finally begin slamming into her, driving your cock deep into her with each stroke.

“Yes, just like that, Daddy,” she whines, holding onto her knees to keep them as wide as possible. You watch with drool on your lips as your cock thrusts in and out of her soaking pussy. Your entire body begins to tremble as you feel yourself ready to finish.

“N-Nat, I’m gonna...I’m gonna...” you pant.

“Finish in me,” Natasha says, and the reminder that the thought that you don’t have to pull out because she’s already pregnant causes you to erupt instantly. Hot ropes of cum pulse out of your cock, and the effort, combined with the heavy meal you just had, causes you to almost collapse on top of Natasha. You wrap your arms around her, dropping your head onto her chest as she strokes your hair softly.

“I’m so happy you’re the one I get to start a family with,” is the last thing you hear Natasha say before you fall asleep.

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He Won’t Have You | Marc Spector x Male Reader | 18+

Fandom: MCU

Genre: Hurt Comfort, Smut

Paring: Sub-Top!Marc Spector x Power Bottom!Male Reader

Warnings: Anal sex (Reader receiving), Blowjob (Reader receiving), Light teasing, Rimming (Reader receiving), Strong language, Unprotected sex

Word Count: 1,002

~ Requests are open ~ Taglist is open

!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

The crest of the night began to show with the moon above casting its pale light into the bedroom where you lay reading. Marc left as the evening had just begun to settle and you knew he wouldn’t be home until late into the night, so you kept yourself occupied with the time you had.

You were fairly engrossed with your book, the bedside lamp emitting its warm glow when the window opened letting in a cool draft. It was Marc, still clad in his Moon Knight suit, eyes glowing their signature shade of silver. “Someone’s home late.” Your tone was flat but still held an air of playfulness and sarcasm as you closed your book. “I know. Sorry honey.” Marc sighed as the bandaging around his body receded, planting a kiss on your forehead before walking into the bathroom to discard his clothes.

After exiting the bathroom in only his briefs, Marc sat on his side of the bed with a deep exhale. You could tell something was eating away at him, so you decided to walk to him. “Hey, what’s going on?” You carded your fingers through his curls as you stood in front of him. Marc could only lean into your chest as his arms made their way around your waist, prompting you to wrap your arms around him and place a kiss on the crown of his head.

After a few minutes of comforting silence, Marc lifted his head and you sat beside him, still keeping an arm around his shoulders. “It’s just,” Marc sighed and shook his head as his mind started racing. “When Konshu’s done with me, I... I don’t want him goin’ after you.” Marc looked into your eyes after he spoke with a look crossed between protective and desperation. “Oh, baby,” You placed a hand on his cheek, causing him to lean into it. “Hey, no matter what happens, I’ll always be right here beside you, and we’ll get through it together.” You reassured him before tenderly kissing his lips.

The passion began to slowly rise as Marc snaked his arms around your hips, slowly guiding you to the mattress while kissing you. While you were under him, his tongue made its way into your mouth to dance with yours. You were both left panting for air as Marc broke the kiss. “He won’t have you. I won’t let him.” Marc’s words were breathy as he spoke, making a vow to both you and himself. “Oh yeah?” A light smirk pulled at your lips as you hooked a finger around the dog tags that hung from his neck. Marc hummed a response that indirectly came through as a whimper before you pulled him into another heated kiss.

Marc’s lips eventually left yours and kissed their way down to your jawline, then your neck, to your chest and stomach before stopping above the waistband of your underwear. He looked into your eyes, silently asking for permission. “Go ahead.” With that, Marc’s fingers found themselves underneath your underwear, pulling them down to reveal your semi-hard cock. He placed more kisses on your inner thighs before licking the shaft of your dick to take it in his mouth. “Fuuuuck” You moaned out in ecstasy as Marc took all of you into the warmth of his mouth. Your hands placed themselves in Marc’s hair yet again as his head went up and down forcing you to lean your head back in pleasure.

Feeling yourself getting close to your limit, you lightly pulled Marc off of your cock by his hair, leaving him breathing heavily. “Good boy.” You breathily praised Marc as he made his way further down to your hole, lifting your legs over his broad shoulders in the process. He kissed the tight muscle before fully licking it, releasing moans as hums against your skin. “Oh fuck, just like that. Get me ready for you.” More moans fell from your mouth as Marc continued eating out your hole, slipping his tongue inside and licking your inner walls.

As soon as you both felt your hole was ready, Marc lifted himself to his knees, pulled your legs around his waist, aligned his hard dick with your hole, and pulled a deep moan from both of you as he slowly pushed inside you. “Oh my god baby.” Marc groaned into your ear as he bottomed out against your ass, leaning above you to rest from the overwhelming pleasure. “Does that feel good?” Your question elicited another whimper from Marc, so deep in euphoria that he couldn’t respond in another way.

After a few moments of regaining himself, Marc began to thrust inside you filling the room with the sounds of moans and his skin against yours. Your moans grew louder as his cock began hitting your sweet spot. “Fuck Marc, right there. Don’t stop.” You had to separate each phrase because of the intense waves of pleasure surging through your body.

Marc was close to his breaking point shown by his moans sounding increasingly closer to pleas for release. “Fuck, please honey I’m so close.” “Yeah? Me too, keep going, baby.” The need for relief became too much to bear as Marc continued and with a final thrust, you both shot your loads of warm, sticky cum, his inside your hole and yours on your torso. Marc almost collapsed, stopping himself with his arms just above you.

Both of you were a panting mess as you came down from your high, letting out a light chuckle as you gently placed a hand on his cheek. Marc placed a loving kiss on the base of your palm before resting his forehead against yours with a calm smile on his face. “I’m gonna go take another shower. And you’re coming with me.” A playful smirk adorned your face as Marc placed another loving kiss on your lips.

After getting up, Marc followed you to the bathroom knowing that you’ll never leave him and he won’t let Konshu come anywhere near you.

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A/N: I’ve added three new writers to my fanfic recs, so feel free to check them out.

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satoru-is-the-way · 1 year

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A/n: Here is the second prompt!

Tags: @shoxji @tian-monique @omgsuperstarg @angel-bi666

{IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED IN FUTURE NAMOR/TENOCH FICS LET ME KNOW PLUS IF YOU DO OR DONT WANT TO BE TAGGED IN SMUT. MUST BE OVER 18+ FOR THOSE ANYWAYS.}

Summary: Reader and Tenoch use to be married but got divorced. Years later they are working together during Wakanda Forever.

Warnings: Angst, Divorce, Arguments, Cussing, and panic attack(?)

You sat down with her co-star Letitia and Tenoch for their interview with Mitú. It had been a rough year of filming when your ex-husband plays your character's love interest.

It all started in 2007 you landed a small role in Déficit. You filmed with Tenoch Huerta Mejía for several months. By the end of the movie, it surprised no that you two had begun dating. In less than a year he proposed to you. You became (Y/n) (M/n) Mejía. However, the downfall came 11 years later. Your character had been in the MCU since Avengers in 2012. Currently, you where busy filming Infinity War and then Endgame back to back. While Tenoch is busy with Narcos: Mexico.

The distance and time apart seemed to have done it in with Tenoch. He approached you about divorce. It broke your heart but with a strong face, you agreed. Everyone was shocked to hear the long-time Hollywood couple divorced. You barely spoke with Tenoch for two long year's. The only communication had been about your children. You weren't surprised when Ryan Coogler contacted you for a role in Black Panther Wakanda Forever. (C/n) had close ties with Wakanda also being from a powerful nation that hid from the world.

He explained how your character tied into the plot and would finally have a love interest, that being Namor. You agreed without hesitation on accepting the role, and plus you had a 3 movies in the contract.

You were shocked, to say the least when you walked into the conference room to see Tenoch as Namor. From then it has become awkward on set. You two acted professionally despite everyone could see the struggle. You held feelings for Tenoch. Being with someone for 11 years affected you. Having children with this man. Crying together, laughing, family vacations, and several movies, and tv shows together. How could that go away?

When the kissing scene was filmed it took you a good two weeks to speak with Tenoch out of character. You avoided everyone and stayed in your trailer. Letitia, Lupita, Winston, Mabel, Alex, just everyone tried to speak with you but respected your request to not. Even Ryan asked if you were alright. It was obvious to everyone how you and Tenoch were still in love. The emotions flowed during the scene between (C/n) and Namor.

Today was one of your first interviews without all the cast together. You had agreed to be with Letitia and Tenoch since your character had a lot of screen time and was a fan favorite.

The female explained you all would be trying Pre-Hispanic food. The first one brought out was Chapulines. You began digging in as she started asking question. You laughed as Tenoch dropped some. "Someones hungry!" Letitia comments.

"Ah. Es por toda tu cara! (it's all over your face!)" You comment laughing as well. Your eyes meet his chocolate brown ones. The questions start out simple: How you felt about returning, your characters developed, and the short bits of romance shown in the trailer between you and Namor. You answer and listened when Jessica asked Letitia and Tenoch questions.

Finally, it came back to you. "How does it feel working alongside your ex-husband? Did you find it hard to put emotions into the character since Namor is her love interest? Everyone remembers it as a nasty divorce." Her question seemed innocent. You honestly did not know how they could approve such a thing. Tenoch looked down for a moment clearing his.

"That's not really anyone's business." He answered quickly the nice man turned serious. It bothered him more she asked such a thing.

Letitia looked concerned as she noticed your eyes became watery. "Maybe we should move on to the next dish?" She comments worried about your reaction.

"What the fuck kind of question is that?! Who in the actual hell approved this shit? We are done here." You stood up abruptly leaving the interviewer in shock as well as the remaining crew members. You jerked the mic off throwing it onto the table.

"(Y/n) please wait!" Tenoch grabbed your hand.

"DON'T!" You replied tears running down your cheeks as you stormed out. Your vision became blurry and the world became silent. You couldn't hear anything.

You knew your whole career is ruined. The professionalism with the question. Might as well not even show up to the premiere. Kevin Feige would have words with you. Your whole life is done from the fan would also turn on you. All this ran through your mind as you left the building gasping for air. Everything has come crashing down over a fucking question.

You started walking down the streets of LA. Soon you absorbed the sounds of the city and busy traffic You felt your phone buzzing now. Tenoch had called you 15 times already you answer, "I am at the coffee shop nearby." You say before sending him your location and hanging up.

You took a deep breath once watching Tenoch rushing down the sidewalk and into the Cafe. He sighed deeply and sat down looking up into your eyes. "Please never do that. I called you I don't know how many times. Talk to me."

"It's not like you are unaware of how people look at us."

Tenoch gently brushed your hand, "I know but I don't care about everyone else! I care about you." He whispered. "It's just I get scared. I got scared being so far away. I thought maybe you didn't love me. So I pushed you away. It was a mistake I regret ever since that day. I want to love you. I-I do...I love you." He admits

"In every universe?" You asked.

That same grin you love graced his face exposing his dimples. "Yes Doctor Strange." He chuckled. "In every universe."

"I'm on the chopping block now."

"If they fire you then I will leave too, mi amor."

"No. I won't allow it." You pulled him into a deep kiss. Tenoch responded eagerly pulling your hair softly wanting you to be close despite the damn table in the way.

"Better stop before I cant..." He whispered.

"Same here."

"Let's go back ok?" He asked and you nod walking out hand in hand.

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bucky-barnes-lover · 7 months

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I have realised that once I change my username all my links connected to my previous user do not work 😅 So I will make an effort to re post my masterlist soon. Sorry for the inconvenience

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Chapter 8: Anything? Anything...

prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader

Edited by: @welcometostayingawake

Mood Boards - Book Cover - Masterlist

Chapter Summary:

You and Steven spend a weekend together doing exactly what you'd expect.

Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):

college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu, talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded.

Word Count: 5k

Steven was up before you, face beaming at the memories of your evening together. Once he was done caring for you, afterall he was the one who tore you open, the two of you curled up together on the couch with a bad movie. After you’d fallen asleep on him, he carried you all the way to the bed, somehow managing to keep you asleep, placing you down gently before crawling under the covers next to you.

Wanting to surprise you, he didn’t even know if you liked pancakes, but he was making them anyway. That’s when he felt Marc again, just seconds before seeing his reflection in a pot that hung from a hook above the stove. Marc was glaring at him in the warped silver while Steven continued ignoring his existence.

“You happy now, Steven? You ruined this poor girl’s life. It’s going to be even harder for her to move on when you break up with her.” He said, his Chicago accent becoming more apparent the more aggravated he became.

Steven hummed a nonexistent tune while gathering ingredients for the pancakes, pretending he didn’t hear Marc. He had no intention of ever breaking things off with you. As long as you two kept things quiet, Steven saw no reason to, until you graduated and it went public.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to respond. I know you can hear me.” Steven caught Marc looking back at him in the mirror on the fridge when he went over to grab the almond milk. “At least if you did it before you slept with her it would’ve been less messy. When she wakes up, you need to tell her to leave.”

“Not gonna happen, mate.”

You stirred, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath you. You stretched your arm out and noticed the distinct lack of Steven on your right. He’d fallen asleep with you…where was he now? His voice rang through the apartment,speaking in a hushed but angry tone. You furrowed your brow, wondering who he could be talking to. You’d never heard him sound so upset. You cautiously stood and made your way to the kitchen.

“I’m not going to say it again, it’s my life, you stay out of–”

“Steven?”

“Love! Hi! G’mornin’!”

He hadn’t heard you walk up, and wondered immediately how long you’d been standing there. What was he going to tell you? He couldn’t tell you about Marc’s condition, he planned never to tell you about it. Steven wasn’t one for lying, but as long as they kept their promise, there was no reason for him to tell you about them.

He was standing there shirtless with a whisk in his hand and you couldn’t keep your eyes off his broad chest. It was only 8:30am and you already felt yourself getting excited. It was like Steven had cast a spell on you, one that made you nearly forget everything you knew every time you saw him. You shook the thoughts from your mind, remembering that you’d just heard him talking to himself in the kitchen.

“Who were you talking to?”

“Oh, erm, that was my…” Steven racked his brain to figure out what to say, “my brother.”

“You have a brother?” You shuffled along the hardwood floor to seat yourself at the kitchen table.

Steven shrugged and nodded a quick mhmm

He walked over and kissed your forehead, placing a hot cup of coffee in front of you. When you sipped it, you were reminded of just how thoughtful he was. He remembered how you liked it from the coffee shop and had clearly tried to replicate it. It wasn’t exact, you were sure Steven was missing an ingredient or two, but it was clear that he made an effort.

“Thank you so much, that was really thoughtful of you.” You said, taking another sip.

“Of course, love.” He went back to the pancakes.

“Didn’t know you had a brother. Are you two arguing?”

“I’ve got two lousy brothers and…we don’t always see eye to eye.” Steven glared at his reflection in the hanging pot while he flipped a pancake. “Don’t really like talking about them love, I’d rather talk about you.” He turned to you, “how are you feeling?”

“Oh, I’m feeling alright, still sore but, heh, I’ll get over it. Um…is it weird that I’m already excited about the next time? Even though it hurts?” Your eyes were trained on your coffee, avoiding Steven’s unnerving gaze.

He couldn’t believe his ears. Excited for the next time? You wanted more? As though you willed it with your mind, he felt a nagging arousal start to threaten the seam of his sweats. Steven was slack jawed when he shook his head in response to your innocent question. You looked back up at him through your lashes. His cheeks were turning a shade of crimson while he stammered over his words.

“N-no love, s’not weird at all. We can…we can go again any time you like.”

“Steven, the pancakes!” You shouted suddenly, noticing smoke billowing up out of the pan.

“Oh bollocks!”

He grabbed the pan and brought it to the sink, running the cold water immediately to stop the smoke from filling the flat. You giggled behind him, and despite ruining breakfast, it was like sweet music to Steven’s ears. He turned to face you with a smile. He always felt like his brain didn’t work quite right with you around. It was like you quite literally forced it to short circuit whenever you came into view.

“I didn’t mean to distract you,” you sipped your cup. “Would it be alright if I used your shower? I don’t want to impose, but I don’t think it's safe to leave yet. That way you can finish the pancakes without my interference.” You chuckled again.

Steven looked outside to see how the storm was faring and saw that you were right, you shouldn’t leave yet. The snow was still coming down, lesser than before, but the roads were probably still impossible to trek through, and he didn’t feel safe to drive.

“‘Course you can. Here, let me get you a towel. Oh! And the hot water is a little finicky, best to show you how it works.” He walked into the bathroom and you followed.

While he started messing with the tap, you started taking off his shirt that you still had on after bed. Steven got the water running and then turned around to face you. Once again you managed to steal his breath. You pulled the shirt over your head and dropped it on the ground before squeezing your arms around yourself, shivering in the chilly air.

Steven tried…so damn hard to look at you with all the respect he could muster, but your nipples were hard enough to slice through glass. He took a step toward you, mouth hanging open once again, eyes unmoving from your breasts.

“Steven, you’ve got drool running down your-” He swooped in, latching his mouth over your left nipple, sucking it inward. “Oh!” You gasped, feeling his teeth brush over the sensitive flesh.

He traced a hand down your waist, grazing it over your abdomen, before finally tucking under your panties and landing on your still sensitive cunt. He didn’t try for more than a single finger, probing at your entrance gently. You winced, shying away from him with a hiss. His hands retreated to your hips. Steven looked at you, lips slick and glistening, eyes hooded with desire. He broke sight of you for only a second, looking behind himself at the running shower and then back at you.

“Come on, I’ve got a thought that might help,” He held out a hand to you, “come get in the tub.”

You furrowed your brow in confusion but complied anyway. You pulled off our underwear and when you looked back up, Steven was smiling, eyes tracing over your body like a horny teenager while he guided you into the tub. Once you were in, Steven raced to remove his own pants and boxer-briefs, and you didn’t miss the stain of precum that had formed in the crotch. He felt a little foolish, being so eager to be close to you again so soon, but he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since he woke. Not to mention you asking him if it was normal to be craving sex again so soon, how was he supposed to keep himself in check?

You weren’t sure what Steven had planned, but you were a little surprised when he stepped into the shower with you, still bearing that look of arousal over his face. You stepped back, letting him in to stand under the showerhead. He was so hard already, you were staring before you knew you were staring. You still couldn’t believe you’d had something so big inside of you; that you’d been able to withstand that sort of physical pain. Regardless, you were desperate to have it again.

The water ran down over Steven, and he couldn’t stand to just look at you anymore. He cupped the back of your neck and brought you in for a flurry of passionate and sloppy kisses, Steven’s specialty. You moaned into him, feeling the eager press of his erection against your lower abdomen. If there was one thing you could say you loved about Steven, it was how needy he always seemed for you. He was always looking at you with a hungry gaze, always kissing you like his life depended on it.

“Wha-mm–what was your idea?” You asked in between kisses.

“Oh, heh, right…” Steven pulled back from you, and turned to take the showerhead down.

You hadn’t spent much time looking at Steven’s backside, and were impressed to see that in addition to his other beautiful features, his bum didn’t disappoint either. He often hid it underneath ill fitting jeans and jackets that hung down a little too long for you to get a good peek. You watched unashamedly as he turned toward you once again.

“How’s the temperature?” He asked, aiming the hot water over your shoulders.

“It’s good…what did you-oh…”

You were rendered silent as he moved the showerhead down your torso and over your mound. You held onto his biceps for stability while he found your clit, forcing a gasp from your lips. He flicked the knob on the side, changing the setting to a stronger stream. You squeezed his arms tightly.

“S-Stevennnn…” you moaned out the end of his name.

“Is it good? D’you like it?” He asked, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek, “hoping it will help soothe you a little, get you ready f’me again.”

“Y-yeah, yes.” You threw your head back, and of course Steven took that as an invitation to press his lips to the soft skin of your neck.

“Good, that’s good,” he murmured between open mouth kisses to your skin.

You had one hand on his waist now for support, reveling in the way his muscles felt rippling below the surface, and the other was on his arm still. You churned your hips over the stream of water that shot constantly over your clit, grabbing Steven by the cheeks and bringing his face back up to yours.

You were in such a pleasure drunken state that your eyes were only half open. Steven didn’t realize that his were the same, but none of that mattered when he leaned in to steal your sharp breath some more. That’s when you decided that eternity could go by and you’d never get tired of kissing Steven.

“You gonna come for me like this, darling? Like you did last night? You looked so pretty,” he spoke to you breathlessly before diving in for more passionate kisses.

You managed to moan an affirmative.

Somehow, this timid history professor knew his way around a clit and a showerhead. He started moving it around at different angles, teasing your bundle of nerves like he had a sixth sense for where it was located. A small gasp escaped you every time the stream hit a new spot.

“Steven I’m…mmm” You couldn’t even speak, his lips were glued to yours.

In only a few moments, your body gave in to the assault. You were grabbing onto him as though he was your anchor to your body, breathing deeply into every kiss he gave you. He was hungry now, desperate to feel you. He knew you were probably still lost to the euphoria, and thought this was a good time to bury himself inside you.

Steven scrambled to put the showerhead back quickly, and despite the impending pain you knew you were about to endure, you were excited. He turned back around and grabbed both of your asscheeks and lifted you like you weighed nothing, pressing you against the cool tile wall. You wrapped your arms around his neck quickly before you fell over. He lined up his cock with your entrance, but couldn’t get it in easily while holding you up at his angle.

“Please love, please put it in. Please hurry,” He was practically begging, as though you would refuse him.

You held onto his neck with one hand, and used the other to wrap around his cock. Steven shuddered at your touch. You lined the head up with your entrance, you were so slick from your orgasm that it took almost no work at all to get him inside of you. The stretch of him still hurt, but the pain wasn’t nearly as dreadful as the night before. You were glad he got you off first, it definitely helped.

Steven held onto you tight with a bruising grip over your rear. He was obsessed with the way you felt wrapped around him. You were so tight he could feel every small flutter of your walls over him.

“Still so tight love, so–bloody–tight.” Steven sounded so rough the way he was grunting with every thrust.

“All for you Steven, I’d do anything for you.” You felt foolish saying such words, but you meant them.

“Oh, anything?” he leaned back and looked at you, never slowing his pace.

“Anything.”

You took to mouthing at his neck for a change, kissing the rough stubble at the base of his chin.

“I’ll have to think of somethin’.” He sounded amused, “but f’now, gonna need you to come again for me, want to feel you darling.”

You were still in pain feeling the tight stretch of Steven’s cock resizing you to fit his girth with every thrust; you were just realizing now how big he was. The head of his cock was pushing deep into you, so much that you felt a delicious ache in your lower abdomen. At this angle, he was brushing against your cervix on every pass.

“Want you to fuck me harder, please?” You asked, probably too politely for the activity at hand.

“Think you can handle it, dove?” He was already slowly starting to ramp up his pace.

“Yes, Steven, please!” You groaned against his neck.

He adjusted his arm to hold you up with one hand. You were still amazed at his strength. He used the other hand to brace himself against the wall while he slammed his hips even harder into you. You let out a whining cry, but Steven didn’t slow his assault on your tender hole.

“Fuck love, sorry, sorry, I know it hurts I can’t-can’t stop, feels so good.”

“It’s okay! It’s more than–oh shit.”

You were both a mess of groans and heavy breaths while he fucked you open against the shower wall. The sound of your wet skin slapping against each other was nearly deafening. Steven knocked several bottles over in his desperation to give you what you’d asked for.

“Love, I’m right there I–“

Steven’s harsh motion came to a screeching halt. You were at the end with him, feeling your cunt gushing over him in waves while he pumped you full of him. The pulsating throb of his cock stretched you out further, but it didn’t stop the pleasured moans from leaving your lips.

“Fuck, Steven…” you struggled to hold on to him, arms growing weak as you came back to reality, struggling to keep your head up.

He looked at you with a lusty haze over his eyes. Now that the heat of the moment had passed, you became entranced by the water falling down Steven’s shoulders and over his chest. Your eyes stayed connected, and for a moment you felt an overwhelming sense of belonging; like he was the only thing in the world that you needed to feel whole.

“Steven,” You started, feeling breathless with emotion. He was so handsome you could hardly stand it. “Steven I…I…”

“What is it, love?”

Your breath hitched in your throat. I love you, you thought. It was such a simple set of words that when combined, summed up your feelings perfectly. You couldn’t say it though, it was too soon, too much.

“I…feel better now, thank you.”

Steven kissed you again with a dopey smile before pulling out gingerly, and quickly rinsed himself off. Reaching for one of the shampoo bottles that knocked over from before, he began lathering it into his hair and you quickly followed suit. You already wasted enough water. When he was finished rinsing, he kissed your forehead and stepped out.

“Gonna go make the pancakes properly this time, they should be ready when you get out.”

You heard his bare feet pad over the linoleum floor as he exited the bathroom, going to dress himself in fresh sweats. He took one look in the mirror and immediately realized he wasn’t alone. A dark furrowed brow was staring back.

“Oh, piss off,” he muttered, going back to the kitchen.

When you were finished in the shower, you realized that you still only had your dirty clothes to change back into, and after last night, your panties were pretty well spent.

“Steven!” You called, walking out into the apartment from the bathroom with your towel wrapped around your torso.

“Yes, love?” He called from the kitchen.

“Um, I just realized that I don’t have any clean clothes so…maybe I should go home or something? Looks like the plow came through while we were in the shower.” You walked over to the window, looking down at the street below.

Steven practically ran to you, eyes wide and full of concern.

“You want to leave?” His eyebrows were turned up and knitted together. “Thought we might watch a movie or somethin’. You can wear a pair of my joggers, and a clean shirt, I don’t mind. Unless you don’t want to…I’m not going to force you to stay.”

Steven was, by every definition of the word, adorable when he got desperate. You liked that he was the kind of guy that wore his emotions on his sleeve. You thought surely he’d be ready to have his apartment back to himself since he’d kept you away from it all that time. You weren’t going to pass up an opportunity to spend the night with him though, not if he was offering.

“Okay,” you smiled while nodding, “yes, I’ll stay.”

“You know you don’t even have to wear any bottoms if you don’t want to.”

You started to laugh but quickly noticed Steven was dead serious.

He swallowed, eyes scanning over your body. It was like you’d taken down the dam holding Steven together. You nodded slowly.

“Yeah, I like the sound of that.” You said breathlessly.

That’s what landed you on Steven’s couch a couple hours later with a belly full of pancakes, another bad movie playing, and the feeling of the soft rise and fall of his chest against your back. Despite the movie being cheesy, you were actually enjoying it.

Steven could tell you were into the film, just based on the way your eyes were staring, fixated, blinking fewer times than normal. He felt like his heart might burst from his chest with how warm he felt in that moment, his affection for you growing. You were curled up so small against him while he was rubbing his hand idly over your arm.

He felt bad for the growing erection slowly working its way against your rear. He tried to hide it, but it was unmissable, prodding against you. Trying to move was a mistake, just the mild friction alone forced a breathy moan from his lips. Steven tried to adjust himself, muttering a small, sorry, in the process.

Now that he’d had you not once, but twice, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Steven liked to pride himself as a man who appreciated more about a person than just the physical, and while that was true, he wanted you again and desperately.

“Just gonna– sorry, just–”

You felt him tug his pants down around his thighs. Steven lifted you easily, before starting to lower you over his thick cock. You were so wet, some of it from earlier and some of it from just his proximity to you, despite trying your best to focus on the movie. You’d made it so convenient for him to just set you down on top of it, like putting on a well-fitted glove.

“Steven I’m–oh.” He spread you open over him once again, and you felt your hole ache. “I’m trying to…trying to watch–”

“I know love, you don’t have to do anything just…oh shit just…sit there like that f’me. Just watch your film.” His voice was already low and whiny with his arousal.

Steven had one arm wrapped around your waist, and the other was gripping the underside of your thigh, lifting you ever so slightly so he could fuck into you from below. He rutted upward, hitting you deep in your core. You reached one hand up and grabbed a fistful of his hair, your other hand rested on his forearm near your leg. His lips left a biting kiss on your shoulder.

“If we’re gonna, ahh, do this,” you couldn’t help but whine, “Can I at least pause?” You asked, quickly realizing that you weren’t paying attention to the movie whatsoever.

Steven had the remote on his left, which he fumbled with to quickly turn off the tv. His movements were clumsy as usual, turning all his attention on fucking you in his lap while covering your neck in lazy, sloppy kisses. Now that the distraction was removed, he was huffing harshly into you, putting more effort in his thrusts to have you bouncing on him.

“Sorry love, sorry I know you’re sore I just–”

“It’s fine Steven, it’s…mmfeels good,” you whined, dragging your nails over his scalp.

Steven groaned, the mixed sensations making his cock twitch inside of you. He opened his eyes and looked ahead, marveling at the way you looked in the reflection of the tv. Your head had fallen back onto his shoulder, bottom lip pressed under your teeth while you were moaning; you looked completely fucked out in his lap. His gaze caught something that distracted him, forcing him to slow his movements slightly. Something was off about his reflection…

Jake…for a split second, the other alter was looking back at Steven with a mischievous smirk that only Jake would hold. You tugged Steven’s hair, knocking him out of the trance he was in. When he blinked and looked back in the tv reflection, Jake was gone and it was just you and Steven.

“Oh!” You exclaimed when Steven grabbed your waist tightly and lifted you, pushing you over the arm of the couch.

“Just getting a good look love, just wanna see you.”

He wasn’t totally lying, he did want to have a good look at the way your puffy pussy swallowed his cock over and over while he fucked you for the third time in the last twenty-four hours. He also didn’t want to imagine Jake inside of you; the thought made his stomach drop into his gut. Looking down at you made him forget all about it quickly, seeing your back splayed out in front of him as your shirt rode up. With one hand on your ass he thrust into you, hearing a sharp whine accompany his movements.

“Love those little sounds you make f’me dove, think you can be a little louder?” Steven grabbed your hip tightly, moving faster, smacking his hips against your rear.

“Can’t believe how good you always feel Steven, fuck!”

He wondered how much pain you were in, your poor body under his constant attention. He looked down again, seeing how your pussy was gripping him. It was a bit swollen, probably a little sore, but you didn’t seem to want him to stop. In fact, you were moving your hips in perfect rhythm with his now. Steven even stopped moving for a moment to let you set the pace, watching you fuck yourself.

“That’s it…ohhh…you’re doing so good, keep moving like that.”

Steven’s words of encouragement are what made you start moving faster. You felt excited by the prospect that you were giving Steven something in return now. He was so quick to love you selflessly that you wondered when he would let you take care of him.

“Hope you’re ready, love, gonna fill you up again, I can’t hold it back now…” Steven started churning his hips against you again, grinding into you on every hard thrust.

You knew it wouldn’t last long, him letting you be in control but you’d enjoyed it while it lasted. His movements got faster and harder, to a point that you slid forward and lay almost completely flat against the arm of the couch. The apartment was quickly filled with your growing cries while your orgasm approached, his hand reaching around you to pass over your clit a few times.

A hundred years could go by and Steven would never get tired of hearing the way you came undone while he fucked you. He moved faster, hips crashing into yours harder, until finally he stopped, cock throbbing into you and shooting hot ropes to fill you with. You grabbed onto the cushions of the couch desperately while your own orgasm washed over you, cunt gushing over his girth while your brain whited out.

In a heap of sweaty skin and heavy breaths, you and Steven just stayed there for a moment, feeling yourselves come back to reality one pant at a time. He pulled out of you and stared wide-eyed as his cum dribbled out onto the couch.

“I’m sorry! Shit,” cursing, you tried to catch what you could with your hand.

“Don’t be sorry, love…looks so nice, you look so…” Steven’s words were lost while he sat there mesmerized at the sight.

“Can you grab me a towel?” You asked meekly, staying leaned over the couch arm with your ass in the air.

“Oh right! Probably would help, yeah?”

Steven went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. He looked up in the mirror, almost hesitantly, afraid of who would be looking back at him this time. No one was there, but he glared anyway. Maybe Jake could see him, or Marc, or not, but just in case Steven wanted them to know that he was upset.

“You stay away when I’m with her. Don’t you dare…both of you.” He said in a harsh whisper so you wouldn’t hear.

He ran the towel under some warm water before going back out to the living room to care for you. He spoke to you while cleaning you up.

“Sorry love, gonna give you a break now. I’m sorry I just…you feel so good all the time, and you’re so pretty, s’hard to-”

“Steven.” You winced while he touched the towel to your tender folds, “it’s okay, really. I…I like having you inside me. Makes me feel more connected to you, you know?”

Steven froze at your words. You wanted to feel connected to him. What was it about him that made you feel that way? He wasn’t anything special, just a man…just a history professor.

Yet, you wanted to feel connected.

Steven was starting to feel like he couldn’t live up to your expectations, like he wasn’t good enough to deserve someone that felt that way about him. You were so young, seventeen years younger than him. You had your whole life ahead of you. There was so much potential for you to achieve your dreams, and who was he? Someone who might stop you from achieving the life you wanted if you were caught.

But now he couldn’t imagine his world without you in it.

Steven did give you a break for the rest of the evening, except for you spreading your legs for him on the counter top while he drank from you like a man dying of thirst; or when he circled his fingers over your clit in the heat of a heavy makeout session just before bed. That was simply for your pleasure, though, and only eased the ache he had left behind. In the morning you jerked him off while he struggled to kiss you in a way that wouldn’t leave a prominent hickey on your neck.

The roads were clear on Sunday morning, and you felt safe enough to walk back to your dorm. Steven made sure to give you his number before you left, saying he thought it would be a good idea for you to have it, in the event you had to watch Gus again. You wondered if he even believed his own excuse, but you put his number in your phone happily anyway. You used a moon and coffee bean emoji instead of his name, just in case anyone saw your texts.

“How was your weekend with your cousin?” Layla asked when you got back to the dorm and plopped on your bed.

You tried not to smile too big and alert her to the fact that you’d blatantly lied about your whereabouts all weekend. You looked at your phone.

You: Thank you for the wonderful weekend, I can’t wait to see you again.

Steven: No, Thank you :) See you tomorrow <3

You brought it to your chest and let out a dazed sigh.

“We had a blast.”

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Proposition (Pt 1)

Pairing: mcu!spiderman x blackcat

Warnings: post nwh, lonely Peter Parker, alterations to canon comics, mature themes, violence, mentions of death, maybe smut? Minors dni

Summary: after infiltrating the avengers records, Felicia finds out Spider-Man’s identity after the memory wipe, and offers to help him in exchange for…

“Fucking hell!” Peter groans as he enters his apartment through the window. He crawls over to his freezer to get something to use as an ice pack. He sets it on the counter and shoots a web to turn on the light and pulls off his mask with a sigh. He flinches once he hears an unfamiliar voice. “You know you really should think about getting a better lock for your door… or at least a deadbolt. It was way too easy to get in here.”

The Intruder was a woman with white hair in all black. She had a mask on (which barely concealed anything— in Peter’s opinion at least).

“Who the hell are you?” As she stood up he shot a web at one hand to keep her where she sat but it ricocheted and got his hand on the fridge. “Struggling with your webs, Parker?” He clenched his jaw.

“Just the only person who really knows who you are… but don’t worry; I won’t tell.” She walked to him and slid one finger along his jawline.

“What do you want?” She spun around to grab the pack of frozen vegetables and wrapped it in a towel, afterwards turning to get a rag and running it under cold water. “How do you know where everything is?” Peter asked. She shrugs, “I’ve been here for a while, a few porn videos worth- not that I’ve been watching porn! That would be totally unladylike.” She starts to ramble, admittedly, Peter thinks it’s cute.

She shakes her head and gets back to what she was originally talking about, “That’s not why I came here— look, I know who you are. Peter Parker: attended Midtown High, orphaned and raised by his aunt May who recently passed— my condolences, by the way, she seemed amazing— you also are extremely intelligent, inventive, kinda nerdy, thinks of classic movies as old, mentored by Tony Stark, asked to join the Avengers at only 15– somehow Tony wasn’t charged with child endangerment— but refused the offer, you’re also the primary reason Tony Stark agreed to help the Avengers ‘unblip’ everyone, but most importantly: you are Spiderman.”

Peter’s mind spins, “how do you know that?” Strange casted the spell only a few months ago, but there’s no way she could have figured out his identity that quickly. “Does that really matter?” She tilts her chin. “Yes!”

Peter runs his had through his hair with a sigh, “Sorry… I just… How do you know who I am?”

She straightened out her hoodie, “I hacks into the Avengers secret files. And I’m not a bad guy…” she sighs.

“Could’ve fooled me.” Peter scoffs and puts the bag of frozen peas on his brow.

The girl hesitates, “Please Peter, I need your help.”

“You gotta funny way of showing it.”

“Desperate times.”

“Why are you so desperate?” Peter pulls a beer from his fridge. No, he’s 21, but the guy he got the fake ID from was perfectly willing to give him one in exchange for an autograph from Spider-Man for his kid.

“Aren’t you 18— never mind,” she starts, “I want you to put my dad in jail.” At that, Peter nearly spits out his beer.

“And why should I do that?” He asks as he sits at his table with the girl quickly following.

“Because he’s a criminal!” She pleads. “His name is Walter Hardy and he’s not a pleasant guy. He’s a burglar.”

Peter looks her up and down skeptically, “I suspect the apple doesn’t fall far?”

The girl groans, “Peter, please! I can’t keep living with him! If he makes me hack into one more security system I might die— or worse— I won’t be able to graduate!”

“How old are you?”

“I’m supposed to graduate high school this year, and I’ve been saving up for college but if he finds out he’ll take it from me! Please!”

Peter remembers that desperation to get to college, all the work it takes to save up— and he knows what it’s like for all the hard work to be worthless. So he’s thinking about it. “What did you say your name was?”

“Felicia.”

“Alright, Felicia Hardy. Why haven’t you called the police?”

She rolls her eyes, “The police have been after him for years— at least since my mom went back to Russia… or England— I’m not sure where she ran to, but that’s besides the point.” She tangents quite a bit, Peter notices.

“Your mom left?”

Felicia nods, “During the blip. I started learning to code and Dad got the bright idea to use my newfound skill to break into the Starks’. Mom said that was the last straw and left. But I guess she forgot about me or something…” It’s silent for a moment. “I was 15.”

This girl and Peter had led two very different lives. Hers was full of lies and red since she was young; and even though Peter was an orphan, before and after his parents death he always had someone there for him to help him out.

“Please just think about it. I’ll do anything.” She begs with her hands together.

Peter just takes another sip of beer. He still thinks beer is absolutely disgusting but he’s not gonna let his face show that.

“I can’t make you a new suit— one that doesn’t get ripped up so easily, o-or give you leads on over criminals— like scorpion! Or Jackel, or Rhino, or—”

“Or some other animal?”

“Peter, please.” She grabs her bag and pulls out a ripped piece of paper with a phone number scribbled on it and some cash and puts them on the table. “Just think about it.” And with that, she gets up to leave.

“I’m not gonna do it for money!” Peter calls out as she opens the door

“It’s not for that, it’s for you to buy a deadbolt.” She winks before shutting the door behind her.

Peter goes to lock the door and uses his web shooter to seal it shut before grabbing his glasses, one of the few things that survived Goblin’s attacks.

“Edith?”

“Hello Peter. How can I help you today?” Edith asks.

“Give any information you have on Walter Hardy.”

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averyfromzero · 1 year

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Friends with Benefits

pairing: sebastian stan x male reader

summary: reader is an actor in his early 20s who plays one of the super-heroes in the Avengers and is really close to most of his castmates. in Atlanta to film the upcoming "Infinity War" movie, Sebastian and reader share a room in the hotel they're staying at and, upon discovering the other had just broken up with his boyfriend, Sebastian proposes they satisfy each other's "needs" (you know, as friends!)

notes: smut, bottom reader, friends with benefits, age gap, no romantic feelings

words: 2430

"Got the key?", y/n asks the other as they get out of the elevator, strawberry banana smoothie in hand.

Sebastian no more than hums as he fishes the keycard out of his pocket while they walk to their hotel room.

The view from the hall window captivates the younger as he looks down at the busy streets of Atlanta while slurping on his drink, ever so appreciative of the night view of a big city.

It's been a regularly busy day for the two actors as they spent most of it preparing for the new movie filmings, having discussed schedules and participated in a script reading with the rest of the cast.

As usual, the cast members were booked in the same hotel together, with some sharing rooms with others, which was the case of Sebastian and y/n.

y/n is brought back from his thoughts as the beep of their room's door is heard after Sebastian used the keycard to open it.

The two enter in silence as the older sits on his bed to take off his shoes, sighing in relief after having worn them the whole day. Not yet sit, y/n does the same, never letting go of his now almost finished smoothie.

Sebastian lays back on his pillow and puts his arms behind his head with eyes closed, resting a little as he finds the strength to get up and change clothes.

His eyes open back up as the sound of y/n's slurping noises is heard one last time before the younger finishes the drink and heads to the bathroom to throw it in the trash.

Sebastian watches as the other comes back, walking past him to sit on the bed right beside his own.

"Hey, how's your boyfriend? Been a while since I heard you talking about him", the older man asks, still in the same position on his bed.

y/n looks up as he takes his socks off. "Oh," he starts while laying on his side, facing the other, "we broke up actually."

Sebastian is surprised by the other's nonchalant tone, given that last he saw him the boy seemed madly in love. "What, really? Why?", he asks, mimicking the other's pose, turning to lay on his side.

"Well, I think we just got to a point where it felt like we were more friends than boyfriends, you know?"

"I'm sorry."

"Nah, it's fine. It was a mutual decision anyway, he felt the same way I did. We're still friends though, so it's okay."

"Oh, that's cool," Sebastian looks at the floor for a moment as if thinking of what to say next. "When did that happen?"

"Two months ago, I think?" y/n scrunches his nose cutely, trying to remember. "Wait, no, three!"

The older man hums in response. "So, no action since then?"

The two have built such a close friendship since they first met a few years ago when y/n was first introduced into the MCU that no topic would ever feel like crossing the line, which is why y/n wasn't at all phased by the other's intimate question.

"Yeah...Kinda miss it, to be honest," he responds with that cute nose scrunch again.

Sebastian chuckles before laying on his back again, facing the ceiling. "Same, man. Haven't had sex in months," he sighs.

y/n nods to himself as he also lays on his back.

Silence is installed for a few seconds before both men lay on their side again.

"Hey-"

They both chuckle.

"You go first," y/n says.

"Well," Sebastian starts, a little hesitant to continue. "Was just thinking...you haven't had it in a while. I haven't had it in a while. We both want it," he pauses for a moment. "Why don't we help each other out?"

"Oh," y/n has a slightly surprised look on his face. "I was also gonna say that," he laughs.

Sebastian chuckles a little. "That's great then! You up for the full thing or..?"

"Yeah, of course!" y/n says while moving to the other bed.

As the younger man sits beside the other, Sebastian asks, putting his hands on y/n's hips. "Anything I should know beforehand?"

"Mmm...I'm a bottom, don't like spanking or choking, and I prefer condoms."

"Ok, awesome! I think I have a couple condoms in my bag," y/n raises a brow at that. "You know, just in case," Sebastian completes before getting up to get the condoms.

y/n watches as the other comes back and puts the condom on the bedside table.

Sebastian removes his socks as he sits back on his bed, facing y/n. He places his hands on the other's hips again and moves closer before stopping to ask, "is kissing okay?"

"Yeah," y/n answers briefly before the older man kisses him.

Sebastian's lips are soft, and it's not until he starts using his tongue that y/n realizes how much he missed making out with someone.

y/n lets the other man take the upper hand and gives passage to Sebastian's warm tongue, that touches his own, cold from the smoothie he was drinking earlier.

Both of them moan as the kiss deepens and they actually start to makeout intensely.

The sound of their moist lips moving against each other fills their ears as y/n starts to unbuckle the other's belt.

Sebastian moves his hands to the younger’s butt, feeling it over his jeans, while y/n stops his attempt to remove the other’s pants and tugs on his sweater instead.

On cue, the older man breaks their kiss and grabs the collar of his sweater, moving it over his head and exposing his defined but soft abs and plump pecs. y/n stops to admire the other’s body, moving his hand to feel his warm skin and squeeze at his chest.

Sebastian lets the younger feel him up for a moment before removing y/n’s shirt himself.

The two then connect their lips again and continue their makeout session, hands now roaming each other’s bodies.

y/n moves his hands back to the other’s pants, now free from the belt, and unzips it. Sebastian’s bulge hidden behind only the thin layer of his boxers fabric, strained from how hard his penis is under it.

Both men moaned when the younger one palms at the other’s member, feeling how big it is.

y/n breaks their kiss and says, panting, “let’s take off our clothes,” and gets off the bed to remove his pants and underwear.

Sebastian sits back and lifts his hips, removing his pants and boxers without leaving the bed.

y/n can’t help but marvel at the sight before him. Sebastian is naked, hot body on display, gorgeous face, clearly panting from their makeout session, and 7-inch uncut cock standing straight with its tip glistening from precum. y/n was uncontrollably horny.

The younger man sat on the other’s lap and kissed him fiercely, nibbling at his lower lip before moving to his neck and collarbone. Sebastian did nothing but pant while his hands went from y/n’s back to his ass, where he squeezed.

y/n kept moving down, kissing and licking at the other’s chest and nipples before moving to the big shaft waiting for him inches away.

Sebastian looked as the younger wrapped his fingers around his thick veiny cock and slowly stroked it.

y/n moved his hand up and down the shaft for a while before licking the tip, tasting the precum, and finally wrapping his lips around the head, where he sucked like it was the sweetest lollipop.

Sebastian moaned loudly at that, tilting his head back in pleasure. He felt the warmth and wetness of y/n’s mouth engulf his dick further down until he touched the back of the younger’s throat.

y/n started bobbing his head up and down slowly, taking in the taste and fullness of Sebastian’s manhood inside his mouth. With his right hand around the member’s base, y/n felt the other’s pubic hair tickle his fingers.

After a couple minutes sucking Sebastian’s cock, y/n moved his mouth away, a string of spit and precum connecting his lips to the tip while he started stroking the shaft again.

y/n looked at the older man’s dick closely, noticing every vein that traced it from base to tip, admiring the black set of hair at the base and observing as the extra skin slid up and down the head as his hands moved. The romanian man’s cock was truly a sight to be seen.

After a few seconds, y/n dove in again, wrapping his lips around Sebastian’s dick one more time and bobbing his head even faster as he felt the other put his hand on the back of his head.

y/n kept sucking for a few more minutes before deciding it was time to move on. The young man gave one last suck at Sebastian’s cock and sat back up, panting from the long blowjob.

Sebastian grabbed the condom from the bedside table and opened the package, quickly rolling it over his dick right after. “Do you have any lube?”

y/n was still catching his breath when he nodded and got up the bed to look for the lube in his bag.

Coming back with a bottle on his hand, y/n kneeled down on the mattress and poured a good amount of lube onto his palm. He slicked Sebastian’s cock up and stroked it a few times before using some more lube to lather his own hole.

As y/n was about to enter his finger in his hole, Sebastian brought his own hand up to the other’s ass, silently asking for permission to finger him instead. y/n then removed his hand and let Sebastian do it.

The romanian man rubbed his index and middle finger around y/n’s entrance to gather as much lube as he could from there before slowly entering one of the fingers in the other’s awaiting hole.

Sebastian pushed his index finger in y/n’s tight entrance, pushing back the resistance until he popped in. y/n moaned at the feeling of his friend’s finger inside him.

Slowly, Sebastian pushed his finger deeper, feeling y/n’s tight walls warm around him. He pumped in and out a few times before inserting his middle finger in, scissoring y/n’s hole to loosen it.

He kept fingering y/n for a few minutes, the younger man kneeling in front of him on the mattress and rocking his hips a little to feel more of the addicting friction of the other’s fingers.

Sebastian slowly removed his fingers from y/n’s hole and motioned him to lay back on the bed. y/n let his back hit the mattress below him and kept his legs spread apart as Sebastian positioned himself.

Kneeling in front of y/n, Sebastian took his lubed up cock and moved it until the other felt the tip of the condom tickle at his entrance. Carefully, the older man pushed the head in until it was being wrapped by y/n’s warm walls. The two moaned at the feeling.

Slowly, Sebastian pushed his cock further, letting y/n get used to the size in between movements.

Once fully inside, the two stayed still for a moment before Sebastian started to move his hips at a slow pace.

y/n started moaning at the feeling of the other’s girthy dick sliding in and out of his hole. Sebastian was no different, letting out moans as he sped up his motions.

Soon enough, the two were a moaning mess, and the sound of Sebastian’s balls hitting y/n’s ass filled the room, the skin-to-skin noise turning them on even more.

As they became frantic with pleasure, y/n roamed his hands on Sebastian’s sweaty chest and shoulders, taking in the erotic view before him as the other did the same with him.

“I’m gonna cum,” y/n said, feeling his climax nearing as he held onto the older man’s shoulders.

Sebastian sped up his pace as if it was even possible, turning the younger man below him into an even bigger moaning mess. “Cum for me,” he said with an extremely sexy low voice.

Second later, y/n was spurting cum all over his stomach and chest, moaning as his orgasm took over him. It had been ages since he had cum this hard.

As Sebastian slowed down his pace, y/n managed to speak up. “Cum on my face,” he puffed.

Those words made the other man even hornier. Sebastian took his dick out of y/n’s ass and quickly threw away the condom.

y/n sat up and Sebastian moved closer to his face, masturbating his cock frantically as the younger man opened his mouth, waiting.

The sound of Sebastian’s strokes was incredibly arousing, and the view of the man jerking off right above him made y/n’s dick grow hard again.

Seconds later, Sebastian was moaning as endless ropes of cum gushed out of his cock and onto y/n’s face and tongue. The man didn’t stop releasing his seed for many seconds before the other decided to wrap his lips around him again, drawing yet another moan from the man.

y/n sucked Sebastian’s cock clean before detaching his lips and laying back down.

Panting, the young man noticed as the other leaned down until they were face to face. Sebastian looked at y/n and started to sensually lick his own cum off the other’s face, stopping only when there was nothing left to lick.

y/n already had his lips parted when Sebastian kissed him, immediately inserting his tongue in the other’s mouth, sharing the taste of his cum with him as they made out.

They kept kissing for a few minutes before Sebastian stopped and laid beside y/n, leaving both men catching their breath after their unbelievably amazing sex.

“Fuck,” Sebastian spoke up. “That was…”

“Incredible,” y/n completed.

The two kept reaching for air for a moment before the romanian man spoke up again.

“We should do that more often.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” y/n said. “We’ll be stuck here together for a few months, we have plenty of time to do that.”

Both men chuckled at the thought.

The next few filming months would be a fun ride with these two friends fucking like rabbits in heat. What’s better than friends who help each other out?

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