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𐔌 blu ! she/her . student . strawberry shortcake .

★ catacombs matcha . waddle-dees . crochet .

older multi-fan blurbs carrot juice . soot sprite .

minors , do not interact .

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loki of asgard, punishment + pervs!bucky & steve + pandora's brat + cannon breeding ( venom ) + enhyphen

jinu, saja boys + billy's bunni

pink, on this list = sfw / suggestive , no smut .

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>⸝⸝⸝⸝< drabbles

jabber wonger ‹𝟹 dolly's lipgloss + jabber's injury

frat!ji && zen'in ‹𝟹 frat!ji && newbie + frat!ji seggs + kittycat!zen'in naoya — coming soon

&& uchiha bias ‹𝟹 “temptress” + prof!sasuke + itachi's nutt

hiromi && . . . ‹𝟹 a deed, to a platinum mine + kuna's cuteness aggression + don't ignore the king of curses

multi-fandom 2 chargers , 1 phone vibe ‹𝟹 meanies!ran && rindou + sae && shidou ( bl )

codm && w2 && . . . ‹𝟹 bigmad!barrage + könig + don't fall asleep + rope rabbit + needy!reader + bigmean!simon + keegan'sbig!

other drabbles + not all drabbles here yet

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꒰ sugardd!hiromi && sugarbb!reader ꒱

⤷ contains :: riding , spanking , age- gap .

hiromi sat in the wide oak chair , tie loosened and sleeves rolled up his forearms ; case notes still scattered across the desk in front of him .

you padded in from the bedroom wearing nothing but one of his button-down shirts , the hem brushing the tops of your thighs and the sleeves hanging long past your wrists .

you kept the idea of a deed hidden in the back of your mind , tucked within like a secret .

“ hiromi … ” you murmured , voice soft and dreamy the way it always got when you were trying to be extra sweet .

you circled the desk slowly , hips swaying just enough to look innocent . “ you’ve been working all evening . don’t you want to take a break ? ”

he didn’t look up right away but the corner of his mouth twitched .

“ i know that tone . ” his deep voice rolled low , calm but amused . “ what are you hiding , sweetheart ? ”

you stopped beside his chair and leaned in close enough for him to catch the warm vanilla scent on your skin .

“ nothing bad , ” you pouted sweetly , tilting your head .

“ just … i found something today . something pretty . and i thought … maybe if i make you feel really good tonight , you’d get it for me ? ”

hiromi finally set the pen down .

he turned in the chair , brown eyes lifting to meet yours with that sharp knowing look .

his hand came up , long fingers brushing your jaw before sliding down to rest at the base of your throat , thumb stroking slow .

“ you think you can bargain with me like that ? ” he asked , voice dropping lower . “ come here . ”

you let him pull you onto his lap , straddling his thighs .

the shirt rode up and his free hand settled on your bare hip , squeezing once , warm and possessive .

the size of his palm always made you feel small in the best way .

you shifted closer , already feeling him half-hard beneath you through his slacks .

“ i’ll be so good , ” you whispered , leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth , then his jaw , soft and coaxing .

“ i promise . just … one little deed . it’s not even that expensive . ”

he chuckled quietly , the sound vibrating through his chest .

his hand slid lower , cupping your ass and giving it a firm squeeze before delivering a sharp stinging smack that made you jolt and let out a tiny surprised sound .

“ greedy today , aren’t you ? ” another smack , harder this time .

you squirmed on his lap but didn’t pull away , instead rocking your hips down against the growing bulge , slow and deliberate .

hiromi’s grip tightened , guiding your movements . " acting soft and sweet , batting those eyes like i don’t know exactly what you’re doing . ”

he leaned back , watching you with dark heavy-lidded eyes as you rode the friction between you .

the shirt slipped off one shoulder .

“ you want that deed ? then show me how much . ride me and maybe … maybe i’ll consider spoiling my pretty little thing . ”

your breath caught as you reached down between you , fingers working his belt open with careful little tugs .

you pulled him free , thick and heavy in your hand .

he was big enough that your fingers barely wrapped around him , the sight always making that fluttery feeling bloom low in your belly .

you lined him up and sank down slow , inch by inch , a soft whimper slipping out as he stretched you open .

hiromi groaned low , head tipping back for a moment before his gaze locked on where your bodies joined , watching himself disappear inside you .

“ that’s it , ” he murmured , voice rough .

one hand stayed on your ass , spanking you again in time with your first rolls of your hips , sharp little stings that made you clench tighter around him .

“ take all of me . you can do it , can’t you ? my good girl always does . ”

you braced your hands on his shoulders and started moving faster , rising and sinking , thighs trembling from the effort and the deep full feeling .

every time you dropped down he bucked up to meet you , driving himself even deeper .

hiromi’s other hand slipped under the shirt , palm splaying warm across your stomach , feeling the way it moved with each thrust .

“ fuck , you’re tiny compared to me , ” he breathed , eyes dark with hunger . “ look how well you still take it . ”

you leaned forward , pressing your forehead to his , breath mingling as you rode him harder .

“ please , hiromi … i’ll be perfect for you . just say yes . ”

he captured your mouth in a deep kiss , tongue sliding against yours , then pulled back just enough to nip at your bottom lip .

another firm smack landed on your ass , making you moan into his mouth .

“ keep going , ” he ordered softly , voice steady even as his breathing grew ragged .

“ make me cum first , sweetheart . then we’ll talk about signing that deed . ”

you smiled against his lips , soft and sweet and just a little sly , because you already knew you had him .

you always did .

you rocked your hips with renewed purpose , determined to earn every single inch of what you wanted .

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꒰ in which obsessive!jabber is injured ꒱

⤷ contains : riding && masochism .

jabber hisses through his teeth when he shifts on the bed , the compression wrap around his ribs pulling just tight enough to remind him he’s still fucked up from that dumbass tackle at practice two days ago .

bruised ribs , mild sprain in his shoulder — nothing broken , nothing that needs surgery , just enough to get the team trainer barking “ rest , no contact , no bullshit ” for the next week and a half .

and you’ve been treating him like he’s made of glass ever since .

he’s sprawled on his back in your dorm bed ( because his roommate’s got his girl over and he wasn’t about to listen to that all night ) , one arm flung over his eyes , the other resting careful on his stomach .

you’re perched on the edge of the mattress , slathering menthol gel onto his shoulder like you’re defusing a bomb .

“ baby , ” he drawls , voice low and lazy , that signature half - grin tugging at his mouth even though it hurts to breathe deep . “ you gon’ rub that in or you just tryna tease me ? ”

you huff . “ i’m tryna make sure you don’t end up worse because you’re stubborn . ”

“ i’m stubborn ? ” he drops his arm , dark eyes locking on yours . “ you the one actin’ like touchin’ me below the waist is gon’ kill me . ”

“ jab— ”

“ nah , nah , listen . ” he pushes up on his good elbow , slow , wincing only a little . “ doc said no contact sports . didn’t say shit about my girl ridin’ me careful . you been dodgin’ me for two whole days like i got the plague . ”

you squint . “ i don’t wanna hurt you . ”

“ you ain’t gon’ hurt me . ” his voice dips , that smooth , coaxing tone he knows gets under your skin . “ you know how i like it when you on top anyway . all you gotta do is move slow . let me watch . let me feel you . that’s it . ”

he reaches out with his good hand , fingers curling loose around your wrist , thumb brushing the inside where your pulse is already going haywire .

“ c’mon , doll , ” he murmurs . “ i’m dyin’ over here . hard as fuck just thinkin’ about you sittin’ on me . you really gon’ leave me like this ? ”

you bite your lip , glancing at the wrap on his ribs , the ice pack he abandoned on the nightstand .

he clocks it immediately .

“ bruises ain’t on my dick , baby . ” he tugs you closer , gentle but insistent . “ promise i’ll tell you if it hurts . cross my heart . ”

you hesitate one more second — then you’re climbing over him , careful , knees bracketing his hips .

he lets out a long , relieved breath the second your weight settles , palms sliding up your thighs under the oversized tee you’re wearing ( his , technically , stolen weeks ago ) .

“ there she goes , ” he mutters , eyes heavy - lidded . “ that’s my doll . ”

you lean down , kissing him slow , mindful of the way his breath catches when you press too close to his ribs .

he groans into your mouth anyway , tongue lazy and hungry , one hand cupping the back of your neck while the other slips between your legs .

no panties . of course .

“ fuck , ” he breathes against your lips . “ you been walkin’ around like this ? wet for me this whole time ? ”

“ shut up , ” you whisper , but there’s no heat in it .

he chuckles , low and rough , fingers sliding through slick folds , circling your clit just enough to make your hips jerk .

“ take these off , ” he says , tugging at the hem of your shirt . “ wanna see you . ”

you pull it over your head , toss it somewhere behind you .

his eyes rake down your body like he’s starving , good hand palming your breast , thumb flicking over your nipple until it pebbles .

“ goddamn , ” he mutters . “ perfect . always so fuckin’ perfect . ”

you reach down , fumbling with his sweats , shoving them just low enough to free him .

he’s already leaking , thick and heavy against his stomach .

you wrap your fingers around him , stroking once , twice — his head tips back , throat working on a quiet curse .

“ baby — c’mon , don’t play wimme . ”

you line him up , sink down slow , inch by inch , watching his face the whole time for any sign of pain .

all you get is his mouth falling open , eyes rolling back a little , that long exhale like he’s been holding it for days .

“ fuuuck , ” he groans , both hands settling on your hips — careful , not gripping too hard . “ there we go . just like that . nice and easy . ”

you roll your hips , shallow at first , testing . his abs flex under the wrap , breath hitching , but he doesn’t flinch away .

if anything , he pushes up to meet you , just enough to nudge deeper .

“ feel so good , ” he rasps . “ missed this pussy so bad . been dreamin’ about it . ”

you pick up the rhythm — slow , deliberate , grinding more than bouncing so his ribs don’t take the impact .

every time you circle your hips he lets out these broken little sounds , half moan , half curse , fingers digging into your thighs .

“ look at me , ” he pants . “ want those eyes when you come . ”

you lock gazes , heat crawling up your spine . he’s watching you like you’re the only thing in the world — sweat beading on his forehead , lips parted , that cocky little smirk gone soft and wrecked .

“ jabs — ” you whimper .

“ yeah , baby . let it go . come all over me . i got you . ”

he slips his thumb between you , rubbing messy circles over your clit , and that’s it — you shatter , thighs shaking , nails biting into his shoulder , ( the good one ) .

he follows right after , hips jerking up once , twice , spilling deep with a low , guttural “ fuck doll ” that vibrates through you both .

you collapse forward — careful — forehead against his collarbone .

he wraps his good arm around you , palm rubbing slow circles on your back , both of you breathing hard .

after a minute he huffs a laugh , voice hoarse .

“ see ? still alive . told you . ”

you pinch his side — light , away from the bruise .

“ shut up . ”

he grins , kissing your temple .

“ love you too , baby . ”

( he’s still gonna milk the injury for at least a few more days of you babying him though . you both know it . )

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a/n : ik it's cannon / in character for jabber to be a masochist , but i'm not into the violent seggs ( especially when i'm writing him with dolly!reader so :)

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꒰ in which jay is mouthy in the kitchen ꒱

⤷ contains :: fluff & suggestive content .

you’re halfway through some tiktok recipe that promised “ five minutes ” and has already stolen thirty .

the pan’s hissing and you’re muttering at the measuring spoons like they betrayed you .

jay’s propped against the counter behind you , arms crossed , voice lazy with amusement .

“ baby , you sure that’s food and not a science experiment ? ”

you shoot him a look over your shoulder .

he doesn’t move ; just raises a brow like he’s the judge and you’re the contestant .

you go back to stirring . he steps closer — slow , casual , like he’s not about to make the whole kitchen feel smaller .

his hand slides over your hip , not grabbing , just claiming space .

“ lemme taste , ” he says , already reaching for the spoon you’re desperately trying to keep away from him .

“ it’s not done , ” you warn .

“ i wasn’t asking , sweet thing . ”

he takes the spoon anyway , tongue brushing the edge , humming low . “ yeah . definitely needs me . ”

you freeze . “ needs you ? ”

he leans down , breath warm against your neck , lips barely grazing your skin as he talks .

“ mhm . you get flustered , the recipe falls apart . i steady you . simple math . ”

your hands grip the counter . the pan sizzles louder .

he smells like clean soap and trouble , then he taps your waist .

“ go on , show me how you’re gonna fix it . i’ll be right here . ”

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꒰ in which sugar!reader tries ‘no nut nov.’ ꒱

⤷ contains :: teasing , edging .

you sit cross-legged on the worn couch in your shared off-campus apartment , scrolling through your phone with that wide-eyed enthusiasm that always makes itachi’s lips twitch in amusement .

college life buzzes around you—lectures , group chats , the endless cycle of caffeine and cramming—but right now , your focus is on this viral challenge you’ve stumbled upon .

“no nut november , “ you declare brightly , tilting your head like it’s the most brilliant idea ever .

you’re sweet as sugar , a little ditzy , oblivious to the fact that it’s mostly a guy’s thing , a test of masculine restraint . but you ? you see it as a fun game , a way to “build discipline” or whatever the influencers are peddling .

“we should do it together , ‘tachi ! it’ll be cute , like a couple’s challenge . “

itachi lounges across from you , his dark eyes gleaming with that sharp , calculating edge .

he thinks it’s absurd , of course—pointless self-denial in a world already full of frustrations . but your naivety ? it’s too tempting to pass up .

he leans forward , a smirk playing on his lips as he agrees without hesitation . “fine , “ he says , voice low and smooth , laced with mischief you don’t quite catch . “but remember the rules : no ‘nutting . ’ everything else is fair game . “

you nod eagerly , beaming , completely missing the predatory glint in his gaze . he knows you’ll crack first ; he’s counting on it .

the first week crawls by in a haze of building tension . itachi doesn’t change a thing about his routine—he touches you casually , almost innocently at first . a hand on your thigh during movie night , fingers tracing lazy circles that inch higher until you’re squirming , heat pooling between your legs .

“it’s okay , “ he murmurs against your ear , breath hot and teasing . “as long as you don’t finish . “

you bite your lip , that signature pout forming , sweet and unwitting , but the ache starts to build , a frustrating throb that makes your thoughts fuzzy .

by the second week , he’s bolder , taking full advantage of your oblivious trust . you’re studying at the kitchen table , rambling ditzily about some campus gossip , when he slides up behind you , hands slipping under your oversized sweater .

his fingers dance along your ribs , then dip lower , brushing the edge of your panties . “tell me more , “ he commands softly , voice like velvet as he presses a kiss to your neck , nipping just enough to make you gasp .

you try to focus , words tumbling out in a breathless rush—“and then she said . . . oh , ‘tachi . . . “—but his touch turns mischievous , slipping beneath the fabric to stroke your folds , slow and deliberate .

you’re soaked already , the tension coiling tight in your core , every glide of his fingers sending sparks up your spine .

he circles your clit with infuriating precision , building you up without mercy , whispering , “hold it in , sugar . you can do that for me , right ? “

your pout deepens , body trembling as you grip the table edge , ditzy mind spinning .

it’s not fair—he’s so composed , so mean in his control , while you’re unraveling thread by thread . the air thickens with unspoken need , your whimpers filling the room as he adds a finger , curling it inside you , thrusting shallowly .

“see ? this doesn’t count , “ he taunts , free hand tilting your chin to capture your lips in a bruising kiss , swallowing your moans .

the friction is exquisite torture , pushing you to the brink , but he pulls back just as your hips buck , leaving you panting , frustrated tears pricking your eyes .

that night , the dam breaks . you’re in bed , trying to ignore the insistent pulse between your thighs , when itachi rolls over you , pinning you with his weight .

“poor thing , “ he coos , mean edge sharpening as he grinds his hardness against you , the barrier of clothes doing nothing to dull the heat . “ you really thought you could last ? “

he yanks your shorts down , exposing you , and without warning , buries his face between your legs , tongue lapping at your slick entrance with ruthless hunger .

you arch , crying out , fingers tangling in his hair as he sucks your clit , fingers plunging deep to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids .

tension shatters into ecstasy—you come hard , shuddering beneath him , your sweet voice breaking into sobs of relief .

itachi doesn’t stop , flipping you onto your stomach and sliding into you from behind in one smooth thrust , filling you completely .

“ that’s it , “ he pants , pace relentless , each snap of his hips punishing and possessive . “let go for me . “

you do , again and again , until he’s spilling inside you with a low groan , the challenge forgotten in the haze of satisfaction .

he pulls you close after , pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your forehead .

“no more silly games , “ he murmurs , and you nod , all sugar-sweet and sated , already forgetting how he’d played you from the start .

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꒰ in which the haitanis bully you ꒱

⤷ contains :: fluff , suggestive themes .

ran dangled the small pastel bag from two fingers , the ribbon handle swaying just out of your reach .

his grin was lazy , that knowing curl that made you want to stomp your foot and snatch it from him .

“ didn’t think it’d take you this long to say thank you , shortcake , “ he drawled , eyes half - lidded , tone syrupy - sweet in a way that never quite felt gentle .

you reached again , standing on your toes this time . “ you’re holding it too high — “

rindou , sprawled on the couch behind him , snorted . “ maybe it’s for a reason . you get all pouty when you can’t reach . he likes that . “

you froze for a beat , glancing between them . ran’s smirk widened ; rindou’s eyes glinted with that quiet amusement that always made your stomach twist .

they were both watching you too closely , enjoying it too much .

“ is it mine or not ? “ you huffed , trying to sound firm .

ran tilted his head , finally lowering the bag just enough for you to grab it .

you snatched it , opening it fast — too fast — and pulled out a keychain ; a sparkly one , with a tiny strawberry charm dangling from the ring .

cute . silly . completely yours .

“ oh , it’s so cute ! “ you marveled , voice bright before you could stop yourself .

“ of course you like it , “ rindou muttered , leaning forward , elbows on his knees . “ something pink and useless . figures . “

your smile faltered .

ran chuckled under his breath , the sound rough but not cruel , then he reached out , brushing a knuckle under your chin until your eyes met his again .

“ don’t listen to him , “ he said , grin tugging at the corner of his mouth . “ you’re our shortcake . you’re supposed to like things like that . “

the way he said our had your heart skipping a beat before you could stop it .

rindou made a low noise , half a laugh . “ she’s gonna melt if you keep talking like that . “

“ good , “ ran said . “ that’s what sugar does , right ? “

you turned away , muttering something under your breath as you clipped the charm to your bag .

ran’s hand brushed your shoulder as he passed , fingers lingering for just a moment too long .

rindou’s quiet chuckle followed you as you sank into the couch , pretending not to care .

they were mean — teasing , impossible — but their warmth lingered like fingerprints , sweet and dizzying .

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꒰ in which sugar!reader && ryusei shidou share ꒱

⤷ contains :: mlm content , threesome , slight dub-

con / rage sex , slight bdsm .

sae hates shidou .

he hates his voice , hates his attitude , hates the way he laughs like he's already won something ; and he especially hates the fact that you - sweet , trembling you - are nodding when shidou says something vile .

" bet he starts tensing when he's pissed , huh ?" shidou purrs , cock half-deep in sae's throat . " you feelin' it yet , sugar ?"

you release a soft whimper , thighs shaking around sae's hips .

" mhm . "

sae groans , not from the pleasure , but from the humiliation .

he tries to pull away , to pull back ; shidou grips his hair harder .

" uh-uh , c'mon say you hate me again ," shidou taunts . " say it with my cock in your mouth ."

sae glares at him , eyes thinned in fury .

then , he bites .

just enough pressure to make shidou jolt .

" you little bitch—,"

" i said open ," you pant from between them. " he's moving too much ."

you rock your hips , trying to keep balance . trying to keep sae deep inside you , even as his wrists tug against the belt and his mouth remains stuffed .

" fuck , you're really trying to hold him still , huh ? " shidou's breath catches . " look at you , all cute and dumb on his cock , just trying to be helpful ."

" not dumb ," you murmur . " just didn't think he'd—"

you're interrupted by sae's guttural groan , and shidou pulls back , just a little , lets sae speak .

" you're pathetic ," sae snarls , lips slick and voice raw . " she could've had anyone , and she chose you . "

shidou grinned . " she chose us , itoshi . not that your ego can handle it ."

you blink , fingers fisted against sae's shoulders . " i didn't—, wasn't my . . ."

" you hearing this ?" shidou tsk's and tilts sae's face toward him by the jaw . " she's trying to act innocent while she's bouncing on your cock . "

sae's breath stutters because you don't deny it , and he is twitching beneath you , and he can't stop watching the way your pout trembles when you moan .

shidou leans in closer — neglected, and licks the corner of sae's mouth , slow and deliberate .

and sae snaps, voice venom-low:

" touch me again ryusei , and i'll kill you ."

but his mouth opens anyway , and this time when shidou pushes in , it's slower , dirtier .

you can't breathe , not from panic , but from heat .

they're doing this . . . , touching , moving in sync . sae's mouth full and shidou's hand on your hip now , helping you ride .

and when sae groans again — deeper this time , shidou smirks at him .

" feel good yet , itoshi ? " he murmurs .

sae's glare has no bite left .

just glassy-eyed defiance and pleasure .

" think he's … getting close ," you sigh , soft and guilty .

" he's been close ," shidou mutters , hips rutting slow . " he's just too proud to cum first ."

shidou leans in . " go ahead itoshi , cum while your cock's in her ."

a pause .

then : " i'll even kiss you after . like a reward ."

sae makes a strangled sound — anger , maybe something darker .

but he doesn't stop , and neither do you .

masterlist reblogs appreciated ⋮

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꒰ in which ‘kuna thinks you're so fucking cute ꒱

⤷ contains :: overstim. , cuteness aggression , ruff sex .

it wasn’t intentional , never was with you . you’d come in wearing that oversized shirt - his shirt - with your bare thighs , your lashes fluttering like you didn’t know how to hold eye contact for more than two seconds without squirming .

bambi eyes , shy little smile , nibbling on your pout while you asked if he wanted something to drink .

sakuna stared at you like you were a problem he was about to solve with his dick .

“ what ?” you asked , blinking at him obliviously .

he didn’t speak , just stood ; and you took one small step back .

“ don’t ,” he warned , voice a rumble beneath his skin .

“ i didn’t do anything !”

“ you never do anything ,” he snapped , crossing the room in two strides . “ that’s the problem .”

your back hit the wall and you looked at him with those goddamn’d glossy, deer-in-the-headlights eyes ; that was it ; gone .

he grabbed your throat , not tight , just to hold you there - and ducked down to your ear , teeth grazing the shell .

“ ‘ kuna ,”

“ shut-up .” his hand slid under that shirt , groaning low when he felt bare skin . no panties , no nothing .

of course not , of course not .

“ you’re so fucking cute , it pisses me off .”

. . then he slid into you .

hard , deep , cream making the stretch feasible .

“ yeah ,” sakuna murmured , “ that’s what i needed .”

you clawed at his shoulders , barely able to breathe . “s’kuna !”

“ no , “ he snarled .

sakuna fucked into your body like it was an outlet for everything he couldn’t say out loud .

frustration . obsession . the raw need to ruin what made him weak .

" you look at me like i hung the damn moon ,” he hissed against your throat. “ you giggle and act like i’m not the worst thing that’s ever happened to you .”

“ i-i don’t - ah !”

“ you do ,” he snapped , grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto him , your back smacking the wall with every thrust . “ you fucking do .”

” let’s see how long you last before i break you open . ”

“ ‘kuna ! ” you sniffled .

you’re sure you’re already broken .

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꒰ in which frat!fushiguro molds your insides ꒱

⤷ contains :: making it ‘fit’ , dacryphilia ,

degradation , macrophilia / microphilia .

toji had you folded up , knees pressed to your chest , his heavy weight pressing you into the mattress like you were nothing more than a toy caught under him .

your cunt was stretched obscenely around his cock , every thick inch spearing into you , and still he wasn’t satisfied .

“hnn , tight little hole’s still fightin’ me ,” he groaned , watching the way you clenched down around him , your pussy fluttering helplessly.

his hand came down hard , fingers gripping your cheek , squishing your lips as he forced you to look at him . “thought i told you—this cute body’s mine . gotta shape it until it remembers .”

his hips snapped forward , brutal , grinding deep enough that you swore he was hitting your cervix every time .

you sobbed , your walls quivering , trying to keep up with the brutal pace , but toji only laughed—mean , low , filthy .

“you feel that ?” he pressed a broad hand against your lower belly , the bulge of his cock visible under your soft skin . “that’s me , sittin’ so deep i could carve my fuckin’ name inside you .”

he gave your stomach a firm push , making you scream around the stretch . “gonna bully this pussy ‘til it stays molded just for me .”

your nails clawed at his arms , useless , desperate . “t-toji , too much !”

“nah ,” he sneered , rutting harder , making your slick gush down your thighs . “ain’t enough . you’ll take it , bun . ‘cause you were made for it . made for me .”

he kept rolling his hips in filthy circles , grinding into you , making sure you felt every inch , every ridge . his cock dragged along every trembling spot inside you until you were dripping all over his lap .

“listen to that ,” he growled , pulling out just enough to slam back in , the wet squelch of your cunt filling the air . “soaked . messy little bun likes gettin’ ruined . i could fuck you raw every day ‘til you can’t walk campus without limpin’—you’d still beg for more .”

he bent low , his teeth grazing your neck as his cock bottomed out again , the head bullying into the deepest part of you . “one day , pussy’s gonna remember my shape . gonna open up the second i touch it , hungry for me , nothin’ else .

"that’s what you want , huh ? to be broken in , stuffed full ; stretched so good you’ll never fit another dick in here ?”

you choked on a sob , your body trembling , but your walls clamped down around him so tight it made him grunt .

“fuck yeah ,” he hissed , pace growing reckless , hips slamming until the bedframe squealed . “she’s learnin’ already . greedy little bunnyhole’s takin’ notes .”

a/n : bc i luv frat!toji :)

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꒰ in which jabber is obsessed with dolly!reader ꒱

⤷ contains :: fluff , suggestive , slight oral fixation .

your dorm bed was covered in shopping bags and lip gloss tubes ; you sat in the middle of it all , pretty . waiting to be admired .

“look jabby ,” you said , holding up a glittery tube and twisting it so the light caught . “this one’s called starlight . isn’t that the cutest name ?"

"and this one—oh my god—it’s the exact pink i wanted b—”

“yeah , yeah dollface , i’m watchin' ; don’t trip .” jabber interrupted , lounging at the edge of the bed . shoes still on and leaning forward like he might crawl into your lap .

his eyes didn’t leave your mouth ; every swipe of gloss made him twitch . “that shine’s crazy . like you’d stick right to me if i kissed you , shit’s wild .”

you giggled , oblivious . leaning into your little mirror , lips pursed . “mm . i think this one’s too thick , what do you think ?”

jabber didn’t even glance at the gloss .

his fingers toyed with your skirt hem . restless . “think you could wear motor oil on your mouth and i’d still be on my knees . lettin' you drive me nuts . lettin' you sit pretty and talk sweet—” his words spilled quick . tumbling , then dropped low .

almost reverent .

you blinked at him , lips shiny and parted . “jabs… you’re not even looking at the gloss .”

he grinned . too sharp . nose brushing yours . “nah , lookin at you . lil' haul could burn in a fire ; don’t care . i’d still be stuck right here . watchin you shine .”

his thumb dragged across your lip . smearing gloss . “obsessed babe . like—you don’t even know . got me gone .”

you tried to grab another tube .

he caught your wrist , pressed it to the mattress and crawled halfway over you . jittery . burning up .

“don’t switch it up now dolly .” his forehead pressed to yours . voice trembling . “show me that pout again . c’mon . lemme see it . lemme taste it . been dyin since the second you sat down—,”

his mouth crashed into yours .

messy . eager . gloss smeared like syrup .

he groaned , desperate ; grinding against your thigh like he’d lost control .

“fuck , you’re sweet , sweetest thing i ever touched . mine , yeah , say it—”

his words blurred , rushed . kisses all over your face . jaw . lips again . “mine . mine . mine—”

your mirror slipped to the floor . forgotten .

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[bluvzi]

꒰ in which barrage frustration fucks his wife ꒱

⤷ contains :: ruff sex , dacryphilia , degradation ,

macrophilia / microphilia , breeding mention(s) .

you should've known better than to test his patience .

barrage didn't need much of a reason , but tonight you'd been humming around the kitchen in that little dress , all sunshine smiles and swaying hips .

like you hadn’t left the laundry half - done and his favorite shirt crumpled at the bottom of the basket .

“ airheaded little thing , ” he muttered when he found you , and you tugged at his arm when he cornered you in the hall . “ what the fuck do you think you’re good for , hm ? can’t even finish the one thing i asked you to do ? ”

you blinked up at him , wide - eyed , lips parted like you might babble some excuse .

he didn’t give you the chance .

barrage hauled you off your feet , carried you to the bedroom , and tossed you on the mattress like you weighed nothing .

his mouth was at your ear before you could catch your breath . “ you want a warm , cozy little house ? you better remember who it’s for . not for you . for me . ”

the first press of him inside you was brutal , stretching you wide enough that your lashes fluttered , head falling back into the pillow .

you whined , body trying to retreat , but his hands caught yours and pinned them up .

“ not running anywhere , sweetheart . you’re gonna take it . ”

then - he locked his arms around yours from behind , pulling you up , folding you back against his chest in a full nelson that left your legs spread , cunt stuffed full with every brutal thrust .

the position had you open and helpless , your toes kicking weakly against the sheets .

“ look at you , ” he snarled , rocking his hips hard enough the bedframe groaned . “ stretched wide , crying already , and i’m not even halfway done . useless little doll . all you’re good for is this . ”

tears clung to your lashes , spilling when he bent his head to bite at your jaw .

you hiccupped , whimpering his name , but the sound came out wrecked and slurred , your voice barely holding .

“ what’s the matter ? ” he forced your head forward so you could watch yourself in your little vanity mirror across the room .

your thighs shook , your cunt drooled around him with every punishing slam .

“ too dumb to string a sentence together , hm ? ”

you keened , pretty and pathetic , trying to shake your head - but all that came out was a soft , broken 'please' .

“ please what ? please stop ? ” he grinned , sharp and mean , dragging you back tighter in his grip . “ not happening , baby . you don’t get to quit till i’ve put it in you so deep enough, it sticks . ”

that promise alone made your cunt clamp down , clenching around him like it was trying to hold every drop . he hissed through his teeth .

“ goddamn . tight little thing - ” his hips stuttered , then pounded harder , his cock hitting deep enough to make your belly ache . “ - just begging me to breed you . that it ? that’s all you want ? for me to pump you full till you’re dripping ? ”

you couldn’t answer . couldn’t think . the tears spilled freely now , your voice high and shaky as your body gave in , cunt squeezing him like it was trying to hold every drop .

“ that’s it , ” barrage groaned against your ear , filthy and relentless . “ cry for me . cry while i ruin you . gonna fuck you till you’re nothing but a hole for me . ”

the words broke you .

your sob turned into a shuddering moan , your body writhing helplessly in his grip as you came , clamping down so hard his rhythm faltered .

he growled , hips jerking , and then he was spilling inside you , hot and heavy , his thrusts grinding deep to make sure it stayed where he wanted it .

he didn’t let go right away . kept you folded up in that humiliating hold , cock still buried in you , his breath harsh against your ear .

“ now you’re good for something , ” he muttered , giving one last sharp thrust that made you whimper . “ keeping my cum nice and warm . just how i like it . ”

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[bluvzi]

꒰ in which you're madara's little wife ꒱

⤷ contains :: seggs .

the village women always talked too loud near the market .

your plan had only been to buy silken thread and fresh scallions , but somewhere between the flower stalls and the cloth merchants , you had gotten stuck in the middle of their giggling .

you weren’t part of their circle . you never really spoke enough to be . but you listened .

and today , they talked about their husbands . in graphic , unfiltered detail .

“you should’ve seen his face when i wore that sheer yukata — he couldn’t even wait until the door was closed .”

“mine nearly broke the table last week . you ever bent over for him while kneading dough ?”

“oh , and the look he gets when i wear those little ankle bells — makes him rut like an animal .”

you nearly dropped your basket .

ankle bells ? sheer ? kneading ??

your body was warm all the way home .

they sounded so sure . so knowing . like they had some power you didn’t . and it wasn’t that madara ever made you feel unwanted — he had a possessive touch , firm and hot and claiming — but you’d never initiated anything .

never teased . never tempted .

you didn’t know how ; but you wanted to try .

which is how you ended up in front of the mirror , nervous hands smoothing down the front of borrowed lace , trembling just a little as you smudged gloss over your lips and tried to remember what they said about perfume .

you weren’t sure if you were even doing it right .

the lace was scratchy , your thighs were bare , and the way you tried to pose made you look more like you were falling than flirting .

still , you waited . you perched on the edge of the futon , shy and soft and mostly naked , until you heard the door open downstairs .

his footsteps were heavy . mud tracked in . boots carelessly kicked off . his chakra rolled ahead of him like heat from a fire , loud and rough . he’d just come back from a skirmish — dried blood stained his sleeves , and his expression was unreadable .

“tadaima ,” he muttered gruffly , unbothered , before his gaze fell on you . ( translation : i'm home )

then he stopped .

his brows drew in .

you squirmed under his stare .

“… what are you wearing ?” he asked .

your voice was barely a whisper . “… lace .”

“i can see that .”

silence stretched .

“i thought ,” you started , hands twisting in your lap , “you might like it . i heard the women in the village talking about… things they do . for their husbands .”

he stepped closer , slow and towering . his fingers came to your chin , tilting your head to really look at you .

your lips were painted . your lashes curled . the lace did little to hide the soft curve of your breasts or the way your thighs pressed together in nervous anticipation .

his jaw clenched .

“they said their husbands liked this kind of thing ,” you added .

madara’s voice was low ; flat . “and you listen to them now ?”

“i just wanted to try .”

his thumb swiped along your bottom lip . “this gloss — tastes fake .”

you flushed . “i’m sorry …”

“hn .” he pushed the straps of the lace down your shoulders , letting the garment fall to your waist . his gaze drank you in like he hadn’t seen you bare before . like you were something new .

“… you did your makeup for me ?” he asked , quieter now .

you nodded .

his eyes softened — but only barely . then he was lifting you into his arms , bridal-style , carrying you across the room and laying you flat on the futon like you were something fragile .

he hovered over you , one large hand pressing into the mattress beside your head , the other gripping your thigh , spreading it wide .

“you’re nervous ,” he said . it wasn’t a question .

your voice was a breath . “a little …”

“i told you ,” he murmured , dipping his head to kiss your cheek , your jaw , “i like you as you are .”

“but i wanted to —”

he silenced you with a kiss — slow , deep , possessive . his tongue tasted your gloss before devouring it , lips moving over yours with too much skill for how still you laid beneath him . you whimpered , hands sliding up his bloodstained uniform as your thighs fell open further , accommodating his body .

then you felt him — hard , thick , grinding between your slick folds through the lace still bunched at your hips .

“oh — madara —”

“still pretending to be a temptress ,” he whispered against your throat , “when you’re this wet just from my mouth .”

he bit you then . hard . right above your collarbone .

you yelped , clutching at his broad shoulders .

his laugh was dark . “lace can’t make you into something you’re not .”

and yet , he was obsessed — with your trembling , with your squirming , with how you arched into him every time he muttered something cruel .

his fingers pushed the lace aside , dragging through your folds , circling your clit until you were gasping and glassy-eyed .

“you going to show me how those women told you to act ?” he teased , voice like gravel . “or are you going to keep falling apart like always ?”

you could barely answer .

your hands fisted in the sheets as he pushed into you , thick and stretching , each inch a devastating intrusion that made your toes curl .

madara growled at the feel of you . “still tight . you never learn .”

your whimper was wordless , thighs shaking as he set a rhythm that made your head spin — deep , sharp thrusts that grazed everything tender .

his hands held your waist , lifting your hips to meet him with bruising strength .

and you were vocal .

desperately so .

soft moans spilled from your mouth every time he bottomed out , every time his thumb found your clit , every time his mouth sank to your throat to bite .

“look at you ,” he hissed . “you thought this little outfit would tempt me ?”

you nodded helplessly , tears brimming from pleasure .

“you’ve got no idea what you’re doing ,” he sneered — but he was holding you tighter now . thrusting harder . voice ragged . “but fuck , you’re mine .”

you broke first , of course — sobbing into his shoulder as your climax tore through you , your voice wrecked and breathless . he came just after , buried deep , growling your name like it hurt .

he stayed inside you for a moment . breathing hard .

then —

“i liked the makeup .”

you blinked up at him .

“but don’t listen to those damn women again ,” he muttered . “they don’t know what i come home for .”

you .

always you .

even clumsy , even shy , even confused in lace .

especially in lace .

[bluvzi]

꒰ in which sweet!reader keeps sasuke warm ( prof. au ) ꒱

⤷ contains :: mentions of teacher/student dynamic .

“ you’ve turned in nothing ," professor uchiha said without looking up . “ again ."

the classroom was silent ; dead quiet .

just the sound of papers being flipped – sharp , controlled – as he marked another red 'x' in the margins of your half-finished assignment .

his sleeves were rolled , tie loose , and he looked tired . not exhausted , disappointed .

“ i know ,” you murmured .

he raised his eyes ; and you froze .

“ you've known for two weeks .”

“ i was going to finish it— ”

" no you weren’t ."

he stood — tall , lean, polished despite the exhaustion edging his voice — and rounded the desk .

" you're lazy ,” he said simply . “ worse , you expect softness to shield you from accountability .”

you flinched , he stepped closer .

“ i've let you get away with far too much .”

you chewed your lip ; soft sweater sleeves pooled around your hands , you looked fragile .

the type of girl too pretty to be here past office hours , alone with a man like him .

his hand reached for your face , tilting your chin up between two fingers .

“ what are you offering in place of effort ?”

your lips parted, breath catching – you didn't know what to say .

so he sighed and unfastened his tie .

“ you’ll stay quiet ,” he said , stepping behind you . “ or I’ll gag you now .”

your breath hitched as he pulled your arms back , wrapping the tie tightly around your wrists .

no ceremony , just function ; control .

“ i—i can stay quiet ,” you whispered .

“ you can't ,” he challenged .

he tugged your skirt higher with one hand and yanked your panties down with the other — sharp , efficient .

“ bend .”

you bent over his desk , warm , humiliated .

he paused , then leaned down .

“ you're already wet .”

you pouted .

“ i haven’t touched you . I’ve barely spoken . and this is what you’ve become .”

his fingers ghosted over your thighs . up , between , spreading you .

“ soaking . for discipline .”

you whimpered louder — then gasped as he reached for the soaked panties and shoved them past your lips .

“ you'll stay gagged until I’m done with you .”

tears welled in your eyes . the fabric was damp with your own shame .

his hand stroked between your folds once , slow and impersonal .

“ you're soft ,” he muttered , rubbing over your entrance . “ and dumb . lazy . you waste potential for the thrill of being scolded ."

you clenched .

he pushed two fingers in — no warning .

you moaned around the gag ; his fingers curled , deep and searching .

you writhed .

he stilled .

“ you'll stop moving,” he said , cold and patient , “ or I’ll leave you here untouched ."

you went still .

his fingers withdrew , slick and shining , and he didn’t wipe them .

just unbuckled his belt — metal clinking through the quiet — and let his cock rest between your folds .

not in ; just there .

heavy .

hot .

you sobbed behind the gag .

he pushed in slowly , and stayed there .

deep , seated — not moving .

just warming .

“ you'll hold me , ” he said. “ and you’ll suffer .”

he rocked once , the smallest movement , making you gasp .

“ you'll learn how it feels to want something you haven’t earned ."

“ slutty little mess . always so pliant , but never obedient where it matters .”

you whimpered , thighs shaking .

“ you'll stay like this until I finish grading . Then I’ll decide what else to do with you .”

he sat down again , bringing you with him .

– gagged , tied , stretched around him —trembling , stuffed full , and useless .

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[bluvzi]

꒰ in which working on jinu's english backfires ꒱

⤷ contains :: suggestive themes .

you didn’t think anything of it when jinu sat beside you at the café table instead of across from you .

he always did that . you liked being close .

and besides , he’d been quiet all morning — headphones around his neck , hood up , sipping from a shared straw like he didn’t have a care in the world .

the sun hit his cheekbone just right , the curve of his throat ; you looked away before you could get caught staring .

that was mistake one .

mistake two was not realizing his hand had slid under the table — palm resting innocently on your knee , just his usual warmth .

gentle .

until his thumb started moving .

sliding small , lazy circles into the inside of your thigh .

you jolted slightly , peeking around to make sure no one noticed ; he didn’t even look at you .

still chewing on his straw , still relaxed — except for the pressure of his thumb now , creeping higher .

“ jinu … ”

he leaned in , voice low . “ you feel soft here . ”

your heart stuttered . “ wha-what ? ”

“ here , ” he said , tapping . “ soft . ”

you blinked rapidly . “ ok-okay — ? ”

“ you know , ” he whispered , brushing higher , almost teasing your hem , “ you said last night . . you like when i fuck slow . ”

your soul left your body .

“ jinu — ! ”

he smiled . lazy . pleased . “ again ? ”

you clutched your cup like a lifeline . “ not here ! ”

“ is right ? ” he asked . “ i say it right ? ”

you were trying to control your breathing . “ yes , but — ”

he leaned in , mouth almost at your ear now .

his fingers slid slightly under your shorts — barely , barely brushing the softest skin where no one else could see .

“ you said : you’re so deep inside me . ”

you whimpered .

“ and you say : i can’t think . ”

“ jinu please — ”

he grinned now , teeth showing just a little . “ you think now , baby ? ”

your hands grabbed his hoodie sleeve in a panic . “ someone’s gonna hear you — ”

he didn’t care .

he sat back with a satisfied breath , still slowly rubbing your thigh , voice lower now , only for you . “ you’re already shaking . ”

you squeezed your eyes shut and he kissed the corner of your mouth .

soft , deceptively sweet .

“ you teach me good , ” he murmured . “ so proud . ”

you were going to combust .

you made it five minutes before dragging him to the car — your hand tight in his sleeve , your mouth trembling with everything you couldn’t say out loud .

and he ; he smiled the whole way .

“ wanna study more ? ” he asked , voice dark and full of mischief .

“ you’re not learning , ” you hissed , body tight .

he kissed your temple . “ i am . ”

then whispered in your ear , perfect and low , “ i wanna fuck you so slow , you forget your name . ”

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[bluvzi]

꒰ in which bunni!reader's roomies are pervs ꒱

⤷ contains :: slight dub-con , threesome .

you didn’t hear them come in , you were humming .

nothing special .

some sweet , sleepy tune drifting off your tongue as you swirled your hand through the bubble - thick water ; the bath had cooled a little , but you didn’t mind , you just missed them .

it was stupid , really . they were only gone for a few hours , off at some frat party , probably swarmed by girls who looked the way you never would .

but it still ached a little — a pinch in your chest you couldn’t name , so , you’d grabbed their soaps .

steve's clean cedar one , all gentleman and linen and warmth ; bucky's sharper one , something like black ice and smoke , bitter with spice .

you mixed them into your own creamy body wash , watched the bubbles rise too high . now they clung to your chest , your knees , your lashes .

the scent of them wrapped around you like arms .

you didn’t hear the front door open .

“ shhh , ” bucky hissed , slurring just a little , pushing steve back as they tumbled in together . “ think the bunny’s sleepin’ . ”

“ she always sleeps early , ” steve mumbled , rubbing a hand down his face . “ we shouldn’t wake her , buck — ”

“ shut up . ” their laughter died the second they turned the corner ; the bathroom light was on , the door cracked open just enough , and there you were .

tucked into the tub like a doll , bubbles up to your chin , hair damp with foam gathering on top , soft shoulders glistening .

humming to yourself , eyes fluttering closed like you didn’t have a care in the world .

bucky stopped moving . so did steve . and then there was silence . .

your voice broke it .

“ … and she said the cucumbers weren’t even organic , so i told her i don’t think the bunny at the farmer’s market is certified either , ” you giggled , talking to no one , eyes still closed . “ not like he wears a little name tag that says hi , i’m a licensed produce manager — ”

steve swallowed , hard . his hand reached for the door , like he was about to shut it , give you privacy , anything — but bucky slapped it away .

“ don’t , ” he whispered , eyes locked on you . “ let her talk ”

you sighed , water rippling gently around your chest . “ it’s quiet without you guys here , ” you whispered . “ i used your soaps ‘cause i missed you , i hope that’s okay … ”

steve looked like he might die ; his cheeks were bright pink . his jaw tight . his entire moral code spinning in a blender .

bucky ? bucky looked hungry .

“ jesus , ” steve hissed under his breath . “ we shouldn’t be watching her — ,”

“ then don’t , ” bucky muttered . “ i ain’t stoppin’ .”

steve was already hard , straining in his jeans , one hand dragging through his hair like he was trying to ground himself .

“ poor little thing , ” bucky said softly . “ sittin’ there thinkin’ about us . mixin’ our scents into that bath like a fuckin’ potion . what a needy girl — ”

“ shut up , bucky — . ”

“ you shut up , rogers . you’re the one pitchin’ a tent watchin’ her . ”

and then you blinked open your eyes ; your head turned , slow and soft , and there they were .

two very tall , very flushed , very not - supposed - to - be - there roommates standing just outside the door .

you squeaked , sinking lower into the bubbles . “ o - oh ! hi — i — i didn’t hear you get home — i thought — i mean , i was just — i didn’t mean to use your soaps — ”

“ you missed us , huh ? ” bucky drawled , leaning in the doorway like he wasn’t also hard as stone . “ wanted to smell us while you played princess in the tub ? ”

“ bucky , ” steve warned , voice low .

you whined , hands flapping , sending suds into the air . “ i wasn’t trying to be weird ! i just — it felt nice and — and you both smell really good , and i didn’t wanna bother you at the party — ”

“ jesus christ , ” bucky muttered , turning his head like he couldn’t look anymore .

but he did look ; his eyes dragged up your slick legs , your dripping collarbones , the way the bubbles barely clung to your tits . he looked and he grinned . “ ‘ course you didn’t wanna bother us . you were too busy makin’ yourself all soft and sweet . sittin’ in our scents . probably squirming a little under the water , weren’t you ? ”

you blinked fast , horrified . “ what ?! no — i — i wasn’t — ”

steve stepped in then , voice soothing , gentle . “ hey , hey — it’s alright , sweetheart . bucky’s just bein’ a dick . you didn’t do anything wrong . ”

you looked at him like he’d tossed you a lifeline . your sweet golden boy , always so kind . his gaze flicked down for only a moment — to the water dripping down your chest — and his ears went red .

“ o - okay , ” you whispered . “ i was just gonna get out anyway — ”

bucky laughed low in his throat . “ yeah , you are .”

you scurried up , wrapping yourself in the towel fast , bubbles still clinging to your skin . water dripped in a trail behind you as you padded toward your room , head ducked , too shy to meet their eyes .

steve turned away , jaw locked . “ she doesn’t even know what she does , buck — ”

“ that’s the fuckin’ problem , ” bucky muttered , following .

you didn’t get far , your room was dim , your towel loose ; you were halfway to digging through your drawers when the door creaked open behind you . “ bucky ? ”

his voice was right behind your ear , “ you thought about us in there , didn’t you ? ” you gasped as his hands slid under your towel , finding the heat between your thighs .

“ wait , you’re not supposed to — ”

“ not supposed to what ? ” he growled . “ not supposed to know you get wet thinkin’ about us ? not supposed to know you’ve got this cute little cunt already beggin’ for me ? ”

“ buck — ” steve started , standing frozen in the doorway .

bucky looked over his shoulder . “ you just gonna watch , rogers ? or you gonna help her feel really fucked full ? ”

steve hesitated — just a second — then shut the door . .

you were on bucky’s lap now , towel discarded , head thrown back ; he was seated on the edge of your bed , thighs wide , cock buried inside you as you whimpered and bounced , hands on his chest . “ too — too much — ”

“ no , baby , ” bucky hissed , thrusting up . “ not enough . look at this fuckin’ belly — ” his palm pressed over the bulge in your tummy , cock shaped , deep and obvious .

“ she’s takin’ it all , stevie . like a good lil bunny . ”

steve was on his knees beside you , kissing your shoulder , one big hand rubbing your back . “ you’re doin’ so good , baby , ” he whispered . “ you’re so perfect for us . ”

you cried out , body trembling , overwhelmed and overstimulated , tears shining in your lashes .

“ just wanted to take a bath , ” you sobbed , “ just wanted you to come home — ”

“ we’re home now , bunny , ” bucky growled , rutting up into you . “ and we’re not fuckin’ leavin’ any time soon . ”

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