I’m literally drooling over the thought of sensitive Bucky whimpering and whining while fucking your tits and thighs he’s so pathetic and needy all he wants is to make you feel good and to fill you with his cum even if it overstimulates him
Okay, tit fucking is great and all but thigh fucking is SO underrated in my humble opinion. Could just be the fact I've got a small chest though lmao
It's so fun when you're already really into it and the insides of your thighs are all slick. I feel like Bucky would lose it, getting to see your face and look in your eyes and enjoy your body.
It's a nice one to do while laid on your side, facing each other. Although the angle isn't quite right for him to slip inside you, it's fun to explore the other ways your bodies can steal pleasure from one another.
"This isn't going to work, sweetheart." You can't help but laugh, having already tried everything you can think of to make the height difference work. There's no way to keep this romantic and intimate in that position because there's just no chance of aligning your bodies properly to allow him to press inside you.
"Maybe not. But it feels nice anyway." His eyes flutter shut, gliding his dick over the smooth, soft, warm insides of your thighs, encouraged by how slick and easy your arousal makes the movement.
You adjust yourself to bring your other thigh on top of his length, closing him in on both sides.
You're wet enough that friction doesn't impede his movement too much and there's something oddly romantic about it. Maybe it's his hand smoothing the back of your head or his other hand up your back, pulling your body closer to his.
It's so intimate, watching his face as he whines your name, rutting senselessly against your thighs. The little flush to his cheeks is beautiful and you can't resist kissing the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. The thick duvet on top of you both, coupled with your combined body heat means the room is far hotter than you'd planned.
You take a second to reach between your bodies, spreading your wet folds and readjusting his length, letting him drag his cock against your neglected clit with each stroke and oh, that's pretty mind-blowing.
"O-oh my God." He whines, desperately fucking himself against your wet cunt, rather than into it. It's a different kind of pleasure to being inside you and while they're not comparable sensations, it doesn't stop this from feeling fantastic.
"Fuck, that's good." You groan, rolling your hips to meet his. Your fingers dip between you once more, gathering some of your slick arousal, using it to glide your fingertips over the underside of his shaft and over his balls.
"Holy shit, that's - fuck." Bucky's hardly got a coherent thought left in his head. He's closed in on both sides by your wet, soft thighs and now your fingers are giving him a different sensation underneath while pressing him against your soaked sex.
"I know, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?" Your fingertips trail lightly back and forth over the underside of his shaft, focusing on the inch or so beneath the tip.
"I can't... I need to cum." He groans, thrusting frantically, clinging to your body to keep you close. Within a few seconds, you feel his dick pulse under your fingertips, his cum coating the inside of your thighs in hot, thick, messy spurts.
He doesn't waste a second, kissing your forehead before kissing your neck and whispering "Good girl. Now let me watch you get yourself off with my cum on your fingertips."
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@wolfstarmicrofic March 22 – prompt 22: Impervius – word count 909
Impervius - Makes an object waterproof
Sirius wasn’t mad McGonagall had caught him charming her classroom ceiling to start raining and had given him detention. No, Sirius was mad Remus had been assigned to supervise him as he stopped the spell and dried the whole classroom without magic. Lately, Remus had been acting weird towards him, and he thought he knew why. After his friends had found out about the scars he had on his legs thanks to Walburga’s favourite Slicing curse he had been a bit more open about his family. Safely guided by James (and more often than not also safely tucked in James’s arms) he had started to tell the other Marauders bits and pieces about the house he had grown up in. About his parents’ rigid discipline. About the Black family motto, Toujours Pur. About the Sacred Twenty-eight and his parents’ belief that anyone outside of that circle wasn’t worth even existing. He suspected that had caused Remus to mostly avoid eye contact with him, exit a room as soon as it ended up just being the two of them, and almost jumping away whenever they accidentally touched. He supposed it was difficult adjusting to the idea one of your friends had parents who thought you were an abomination, but he had always been careful to make it very clear he didn’t support any of his parents’ beliefs. Even what he couldn’t control, he used to say, had turned out against his family values. His being sorted into Gryffindor was the most obvious and the fact he liked men was the most hilarious since he kept flirting with each one of his friends claiming out loud it was payback for the way he had been raised. He had had to stop that too, since Remus had looked uncomfortable about it.
“You’ve outdone yourself, really,” Remus said, shielding his head from the rain pouring from the ceiling. “I’ve rarely seen McGonagall so angry.”
“I know,” Sirius smirked, before pointing his wand at Remus’s bag. “Impervius! Wouldn’t want your precious books to get soaked, Moony.”
“Thanks,” Remus nodded, leaning on a desk nearby. “You should really stop the spell before it gets worse, though.”
“You know it’s not my fault, right?”
Sirius bit his tongue. He hadn’t meant to say that, he just wanted to get detention over as quickly as possible and maybe slip into James’s bed later on and ask him what he could do to make sure Remus knew he was safe with him, he would always be safe with him.
“I’m pretty sure the classroom being flooded is, Pads.”
“No, I mean… Finite incantatem!” Sirius said. If they were going to have this conversation, at least they wouldn’t be in the pouring rain. “I mean about my parents.”
“What?”
“Their ideas about ‘blood purity’ and all that bullshit. It’s what they think, not me.”
“I know that, Pads.”
Sirius looked at Remus, who was looking back at him with a puzzled expression.
“You don’t… You don’t think I have the same ideas?”
Remus stared at him, eyes wide.
“We’ve been friends for years and I know how horrible your family is. Why would I think that?”
“It’s just…” Sirius hesitated. “You’ve been distant lately and I thought…”
He was expecting Remus to deny it, but instead he looked away from him.
“Yeah, like that,” Sirius sighed. “If it’s not my family, what is it Moony? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, of course not,” Remus was still not looking at him.
“Then what is it?”
“It’s just something about me and it’s nothing, really.”
“It clearly isn’t, you’re not even able to look me in the eye!”
Sirius walked up to Remus, stopping only when he was almost up against him. He hesitated a fraction of second, but Remus was still looking away, so he reached up and put his hand on his cheek, gently but firmly turning his head.
“What is it? Please, Moony, tell me,” he whispered.
He had never looked that close at Remus’s eyes. That warm brown with somehow hues of gold in them. Gorgeous, but Remus was a marvel of a person, in and out, even if he scoffed every time someone mentioned it. Remus blinked, his long eyelashes fluttering for a second, before he suddenly moved forward, crushing their mouths together. It was over in seconds, the feel of Remus’s lips on his, the way his heart skipped a beat, the sound at the back of his throat, before Remus abruptly pulled back.
“Shit, sorry, Sirius, I’m sorry,” he had turned bright red. “I know you don’t…”
“I don’t what?” Sirius said, trying to find words in the sea of no please kiss me again his brain was screaming.
“Me. Don’t like me. Not that way,” Remus grimaced. “James is going to kill me.”
“What does Prongs have to do with this?” Sirius asked, lost.
“Well, I mean… You…” Remus gestured vaguely.
“Me and James?”
“I mean, you’re always in each other’s beds,” Remus said, defensively.
“Yes, to talk and plan, not to make out!” Sirius roared with laughter. “And I’m not his type anyway, you know he likes them mean.”
“I… And what’s your type then?”
Sirius considered it for a minute, still standing so close to Remus, still with his friend a deep shade of red.
“Confused, apparently,” he sighed, before leaning in and kissing Remus again.
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Evolution of Echo and Omega's Hugs
*I posted similar thoughts on Reddit before but wanted to write a bit more about it since I can't stop thinking about it
I get the impression Echo isn't much of a hugger - never has been, and not just because "he's a soldier" but because it's just not really his thing. Like, he doesn't mind hugs, but he rarely offers them so he also never gets hugs, and since he never expects them anyway, that's fine with him. (It's also possible the experimentation on Skako Minor and the prosthetics/cybernetics he now lives with make him more awkward with physical affection, but I don't think he really did hugs before then, either.)
So seeing how Echo's reaction to Omega's hugs has changed over time makes my heart melt 🫠
Hug #1
Echo has announced his departure from the squad, and even though he's not planning on being gone forever - he just feels called to do more to help the other clones - this is still a goodbye. Omega, holding back tears, hugs him - and Echo definitely wasn't expecting this, so it takes him some time to figure out how to respond.
Hug #2
Echo has been gone for a bit, and this is the first time he's meeting back up with the squad since his departure. He can see a hug is imminent, and so he kinda shyly/awkwardly opens his arms in readiness... Nope, he was not prepared for Omega's level of sheer enthusiasm, but hey, this is nice.
Hug #3
This is the first time Echo and Omega have seen each other in months, since Omega was captured and subsequently escaped. There is absolutely no hesitation on Echo's part now: as he and Omega approach each other, he is already getting down to his sister's level, arms wide open, and they simultaneously hug each other.
Echo's face is slightly obscured by the hug, but he looks SO RELIEVED and happy that Omega is back!
Echo still might not be much of a hugger in general (he and Hunter still do their standard brother/soldier handshake to greet each other, for example), but when it comes to his little sister, he is all in on the hugs now❤️🥹🥰
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