─ 𝑰'𝒎 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 ─

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ ꒰ 🪻 ꒱ she/her · bi · fic addicted · 🌍 IT & BF · nineteen · cuddles characters with trauma · comfort fandoms⇻꒰ Marvel | Naruto | Mlp | Inazuma Eleven | Teen Titans | H2O ꒱ ↪ @legolaspinkbow

[cactus-cuddler]

⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒈 🪻

Hello everyone! I have this profile since one year now but I never made a presentation post so... it's the time!

🪻 About me:

I'm 19 years old, my Birthday is on 13th August :)

MY BESTIE: < @legolaspinkbow 3 (I love them)

I'm bisexual!!

My favorite colors are Black and Purple (more lilac)

I'm INFJ-T (16 personalities)

I have two citizenships but I feel more Italian

I like reading (Romance, Historical novels, Greek mythology, comics, manga) writing (mostly ff or letters for my friends) and listening to music!

I'm studying educational sciences (I don't know what the equivalent is in English)

🪻 Fandom I'm in:

Inazuma Eleven

Marvel (mcu)

Naruto

DC (comics and animated movies) and mostly Teen Titans

My little pony

The Raven Cycle (I read only two book so no spoiler!)

Tokyo Revengers

Boku No Hero Academia

H2O: Add Water

updating...

🪻 I want to write for Marvel, DC, Naruto (but I don't see anyone). Feel free to request if you want a ff for these characters:

Jason Todd (DC)

Dick Grayson (DC)

Bruce Wayne (DC)

Clark Kent (DC)

Koriand'r/Kory (DC)

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Natasha Romanoff (Marvel)

Yelena Belova (Marvel)

Agatha Harkness (Marvel)

Rio Vidal (Marvel)

Naruto Uzumaki (Naruto)

Hinata Hyouga (Naruto)

Shikamaru Nara (Naruto)

Temari (Naruto)

Dabi (BNHA)

Tsuyu Asui (BNHA)

Hitoshi Shinsou (BNHA)

I write only for f!reader or gn!reader (sorry guys, I think I can't write for a m!reader). If you want to know something else about me or for Request a FF write to me! I am an open book and I LOVE talk to other people online (irl I'll die).

Masterlists:

MARVEL / DC (work in progress)

[ciricearts]

he found a kitten!!

[ciricearts]

ohh so scaryyy!!

[the-jason-todd-impreganator]

She's so pretty ToT

[ciricearts]

happy sunday everyoneee

[redcurrantpuff]

Time for a new cape 😔

[atomikats]

oh whatever

[maplestatic]

lets be shapeless being with mama

[legolaspinkbow]

Summary: You and Jason have been dating for five months now and you still haven’t had sex. Of course he’s been nothing if not respectful about it but you’re starting to wonder whether he’s actually okay with it. So you ask him.

Warnings and A/N: smut smut smut!! fem reader, established relationship. porn with SOME plot. basically reader is afraid of intercourse. they have had oral sex but no penetration! whether you consider reader a virgin in this case is up to you. smut tags/tw: A LOT of oral sex (fem receiving), outercourse, NO intercourse, groping (??) and above the clothes action. Jason MAY cum in his pants👀. also a bit of body worship? and you’re kinda freaky in the middle of this but meh. also, humping and face riding:)

Words: 2.4k

You keep flexing the paperback in your hands, rubbing the already worn-out pages between your fingertips. Over and over again you read the same paragraph, your mind simply won’t focus on what you want it to. Still trying not to be too obvious with your uneasiness you look up at Jason.

He’s sitting across from you on the sofa, legs bent in front of him and linked with yours. His arm is resting on the headrest while he holds a copy of Wuthering Heights with his free hand. For a moment you get lost in his scrunched up features, in his gaze that softly caresses the pages and in the ups-and-downs of his chest. 

He turns the page and you remember where you are. You’re in his apartment. It’s Friday night. Date night. Your sweetheart of a boyfriend invited you into his home, cooked you dinner and suggested a quiet evening reading together. It’s not anything new; you read your books separately and every once in a while you interrupt each other to make a comment or to share a thought. 

Yet you hadn’t said a word since you sat down. Jason must have noticed by now. Mr Batman-Is-My-Father-And-Mentor must have noticed you haven’t turned a page all evening. 

Your initial intentions really were of reading but lately there’s only been one thought on your mind: sex. Okay, well, not like that. More like the lack thereof. You’ve been dating for little over five months now and it’s not like you haven’t done anything. Some fooling around, some oral on both sides but nothing more than that and honestly, you can’t but wonder if he’s getting bored of that. He’s been nothing if not patient and understanding (as one should be of course) but that doesn’t mean he can’t have desires. 

Logically you know he won’t lose interest because you’re not ready for “traditional sex” but that little voice inside your head haunts you. It feels like you’re just waiting for him to get tired of you and your issues. 

You should talk to him about it, you know you should. 

You look up, his eyes are still fixated on his book. You bite your lip and take a trembling breath. You nudge his foot with yours. “Jay?”

His eyes immediately shoot up and that incessant gaze now lingers on you. “Mh?”

“Does it bother you that we haven’t had sex yet?”

He closes his book and arches an eyebrow. “I don’t know where you’ve been babe but we’ve been having sex.”

You huff and a faint smile tugs at your lips but you quickly suppress it.

“No, I mean- yes, we have been having sex. But I mean like, traditional sex. Intercourse.”

His eyebrows pinch slightly and he hums in acknowledgement. “Does that bother you?”

Not expecting your question to be repeated back you just stare at him wordless, thinking. Then he scoots over closer to you and his hand starts caressing your knee.

“I mean, no, but aren’t you bothered? Don’t you want to?”

“I want to do whatever you’re comfortable with.” 

Now you feel bad because no matter how sweet he’s being you can’t help but get frustrated. 

“But aren’t you fed up by now?” Your voice starts to raise without wanting to and your eyes sting with self-doubt. “Having to wait for me, hearing no from me over and over again? Getting rejected every time? I know you’d never do something I didn’t want but-”.

His hands come up to cup your face and his gaze is the only thing that makes you stop talking. 

“Now, I want you to listen to me carefully, okay?” You nod. “I love you. Not because of what you do for me but because you’re you,” he pauses and licks his lips as if to help him find the words, “I’m grateful every time you say no to me because that means you trust me to respect your no.”

Worry pours from his eyes as he looks over your face, trying to decipher what you’re thinking. Your teary and distressed expression really isn’t helping his state of mind.

“Fuck sweetheart, I don’t even know how to begin to explain to you how wrong you are,” you chuckle and he feels a weight being lifted from his chest, “You could tell me right now that you’ll never want to have traditional sex, as you put it, and that’d be a hundred percent okay.”

You look at him in doubt. “Babe that’s-”

“Ah! You’re not allowed to disagree with me.” He says pressing his index finger to your lips. Through your sniffles you bite back a grin at his theatrics and you push his side playfully. 

“Come on, I’m being serious Jay. I don’t want you to miss out on anything because of me.”

Jason huffs at you but his calloused hands never leave yours. “Fine, I’ll entertain you,” he rolls his eyes playfully, “let’s say I’m devastated about getting to eat you out for the rest of my days,” you snort, “I’ll still be the luckiest motherfucker around. You wanna know why?”

You nod. 

“Because I’ve got you.” He then lowers to kiss your knuckles while his eyes never leave yours; and just like that you feel as giddy as you did five months ago when you first started dating.

“Ugh God, you’re so corny.” You laugh and Jason falls for you all over again. 

You both start laughing now and the air feels light again. Gently you smile and come to rest against him, head in the crook of his neck and your hands playing with his. 

“Thank you,” you say, “for, you know… being here.” 

“Thank you for sharing your feelings with me. Please tell me if you ever feel like that again.”

You nod softly against his skin and he kisses the top of your head. Minutes of comfortable silence pass by, one of Jason’s hands is caressing your spine and playing with your hair. 

“Jay?”

“Yeah sweetheart?” 

“How wrong is it that I’m horny right now?”

He stills and then huffs a chuckle. “Well it does mildly concern me that you’re turned on by your boundaries being respected but I certainly won’t leave my girl wanting.” He grins.

His fingertips reach for your waistband and he looks back up at you. 

“May I?” 

“Yes please.” You start to rub your thighs together in anticipation. He groans. 

“It’s insane how you still think you have to beg me to touch you.” With that Jason pulls your pants down, leaving you in your panties and (his) t-shirt. He plays with the hem of your top as he leaves wet kisses on your neck.

“Can I take this off sweets?” You nod and mumble some approving words. The t-shirt comes off swiftly and along does Jason’s. 

A trail of longing kisses is left on your collarbones and just above your tits, Jason’s hands move by your sides and shivers take over you. 

“I swear to fucking God you get prettier and prettier every goddam day.” 

He dips lower and kisses down your stomach, moving ever-so-slowly; reaching your panties he leaves a kiss on them. Without any warning he moves downward and starts licking your panty-clad pussy, leaving his saliva everywhere. You gasp in pleasure and yank his hair in surprise.

“Fuck- Jason! A fucking warning next time?” He responds with a grin and you feel your pussy throb. He moves back onto you, sliding himself off the sofa and on his knees in front of you. Before you know it he’s soaking your underwear with his spit, his tongue putting extra pressure right on your clit. You buck your hips against his face and he groans into your pussy and you swear you see him hump the air. 

His hands hold your hips still as he devours you like a man starved.

Your hands now reach for your panties, trying uselessly to slide them off. 

“Not yet.” He states and you whine at him.

“Fuckin’ hell you taste amazing even with your panties on lovely.” 

Your hands reach to hold onto the blanket underneath you as Jason wets your underwear even more. His index now slips under the soaked cloth and in a torturous slow motion he takes it off you.

He then latches his lips on your clit and sucks gently. By now your sight is going blank and your legs have gone numb meanwhile Jason still isn’t relenting. His fingers now reach your core; with his thumb he teases your clit so his tongue can focus on sucking the juices directly out of you. 

“Jay- mh, Jay please Jay I’m so close ugh please-” 

Nothing other than a broken string of moans and whines comes out of you. Your pussy is throbbing and clenching on nothing as Jason’s tongue works endlessly to get you over the edge.

“You can cum baby, please cum on my face, please-” his words come out muffled but his message gets across because not five seconds later you’re cumming with your hands still pulling at Jason’s hair. 

Your mind’s gone blank and you’re seeing spots. Jason’s hands are softly caressing your sides and with his lips he leaves open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs. After some moments his head comes to rest on your leg; looking down you can see him looking back with what could only be described as love in his eyes. 

“How are you feeling?” His words slip out of his mouth like honey. 

You adjust yourself on the sofa wincing. “Like you just sucked the brain out of my pussy.” 

He barks a laugh. “I try.” 

You smile at him. “Your turn now, come on!” 

You start moving towards the floor to take his place but his hands at your hips stop you. 

“Nuh uh! This was about you!” 

“But babe-”

“Nope!” 

You pause to look at him with an eyebrow raised.

“You came in your pants didn’t you?” 

He gapes indignantly, “Excuse me? How dare you! I- I-” your gaze remains unfazed, “-maybe.” 

Your lips break into a smile. “Aaww you’re so cute, let me see!” 

“Let you- you must be mad-” you giggle at him and he flushes, “I am not showing you my soft damp dick babe.” 

Still smiling, you huff an okay. Now that you’ve settled you invite him back onto the sofa with you; as he sits he yanks you on top of him. At your yelp he smiles and drags you closer. 

“I love you.” He says before catching your lower lip between his. You smile into the kiss.

“I love you too.” 

More kisses are shared, his right hand resting on the back of your head and his left is placed kindly on your thigh. Your lips start to chase each other, minds foggy with love. Without even noticing your hips start to buck against his and his against yours. You can feel the wet patch from his cum underneath you and it only serves as a reminder of your previous endeavours. 

“Fuck gorgeous.” His hips sync up with yours, movements calculated to stimulate you just where you need it. Your whines just incite him. Jason now holds you by your lower back, helping you move with him. You can’t help but feel his length grow beneath you.

You place your palms onto his chest and start grinding harder onto him. 

“Christ love, I- I’m so sensitive fuck- nhg-” Jason’s pants are going straight to your brain. It’s then that he stops you.

“Wait- wait.” His hands hold you still and he scrunches his eyes up, panting. 

“What’s wrong, are you okay? Did I do something? We can st-” 

“No, no gorgeous, you’re fine. Absolutely fine. I’m just… I don’t think I can cum anymore.”

“Oh- oh, that’s alright. We can just keep cuddling.” 

“That’s- yeah, yeah but not exactly what I had in mind.” You pinch your eyebrows. 

“How do you feel about riding my face?” 

That stills you. You’ve only ever done it once with Jason and while one could say it went certainly well you’re still somewhat new to it.

“Yes. I mean, yeah, that sounds great. Are you up to it though?” He smiles at you.

“You don’t have to worry about me pretty, I’ll be fine.” And just like that he lifts you up and sliding down he places you on top of his chest.

“Whenever you’re ready babe.” 

Holding yourself up with the armrest you move on top of his face, then you steadily lower yourself. Jason feels like a kid in a candy store. As soon as you get close enough he spreads his tongue flat and licks you over. You involuntarily buck your hips and nearly lose your balance; you matter a small apology but he completely ignores it, rather he grasps you by the ass and pushes you closer to his mouth.

You start whining once he starts drinking the juices from you as his nose bridge stimulates your clit just right. 

“Fuck fuck mmh Jay I’m so sensitiv-” without warning Jason’s fingers reach for your tits and start teasing your nipples. Your previous orgasm united with the intensity of Jason’s stimulation drives you over the edge and you quickly come again. 

As you come down from your high Jason lays you down on the sofa and grabbing a tissue nearby he cleans you up from any and all bodily fluids. As you catch your breath your boyfriend places sweet ticklish kisses all over your face. 

“You alright? You need anything? Food, shower, cuddles?”

You nod sleepily. “Cuddles.” 

Jason chuckles fondly. “Cuddles it is.” He maneuvers you guys to both fit on the sofa and hugs you tight to his chest. His free hand cradles your face, his thumb caressing your skin. He can see your eyes flutter with sleep.

“How about a nap, mh?” Again you nod. 

“Good, good. I’ll wake you up in a bit, alright sweetheart? You don’t need to worry about anything right now.” He then leaves a kiss on your forehead. You nod.

“Jay?”

“Mh?”

“I love you.” 

Jason bites back a smile. “I love you too lovely. So fucking much.”

[hopelessghostr]

winterwidow my beloved ❤️‍🩹

[mikewheelerisaqueerler]

remember in this scene when el told mike he has to accept that he "can't write the ending this time"

and then he just.... did?

[kingofscoops]

"When you get to know people who are different from you, you begin to learn more about yourself. You change. You grow. I’m a better person now. I’m a better person because of them, because of my friends."

[mikewheelerisaqueerler]

and if i said mike and nancy had no idea families could love and appreciate eachother like that

[wastelandmoss]

I'm going into the forest to decompose, y'all want anything?

[lostlenorahills]

"i feel bad for the duffers they worked on this so long and now everyone's shitting on them" i'm sorry for being old and jaded but can we actually be so fucking serious for a second?

they are not children being bullied for wearing a weird t-shirt. they are not misunderstood. they are not innocent. they are not underdogs. they are not cases of someone innocent being treated with unwarranted harshness. these are not fanfiction writers doing this as a hobby who just happened to mischaracterize a couple characters in their one-shot wattpad fic.

they are grown adult men who treated their cast in weird, sadistic, disgusting ways, and put out a story whose message is so deeply antithetical to the core concept of the show that even people who don't think about the content they watch critically didn't have a good time watching it.

they mythologized a little girl whose entire story was about how badly she wanted to able to be a normal person and told her it was the most morally correct thing for her to die, after spending the entire show blatantly ripping away her autonomy. they forced us all to watch her agonize and grieve and mourn the fact her body has never once been hers. they stuck her in a relationship with a boy who never understood her, continuously ripped her away from the people who could, and then tried to gaslight us that he was the only person she had. they have her father figure reduce her to a potential mother after she's never even been a child.

they brought back her sister, an indian woman who'd escaped abuse, to "right a wrong" and the wrong? that she got to live. that she got to define her life on her own terms. that she'd found people who loved her. that was the wrong they righted. they treated kali like she deserved to die. like she was always expendable.

and then jane's last act is rewritten by a white man with no character for himself, because everything he used to represent was stripped away by his complete and utter lack of a story. she's reduced to a mage, like always, and he gets to decide what happened to her.

they don't care about erica. they don't care about lucas beyond his relationship with max.

they waited until the second the girls of the show were legal to start sexualizing them verbally. including the girl whose entire story has deep-rooted allegory for CSA and grooming in it.

and speaking of csa and grooming, they repeatedly showed children being assaulted for the shock of it and nothing else. when they weren't doing one thing to will, they were doing another. he went from one horror to the next with no relief, and the arc they ultimately decided on? hey, it's okay that you're not loved! better luck next time!

the amount of disrespect every character other than dustin and steve get is crazy.

hopper is a one-dimensional angry man caricature with an arc that's so rehashed they could've done 65 seasons and it'd still be ongoing. joyce is an overprotective mother who forgets her kid's birthday and age. and also that she has more than one kid unless she needs a spare parent, and is satisfied to let her angry husband yell at her Extra Son.

nancy's hyperindependance and trust issues are solved by her... breaking up with her boyfriend? as if that was ever the problem? jonathan might as well not even be considered a person, he's just "the thing dragging nancy down" which they must've just pulled out of a hat.

robin's romantic arc was just to prove to will that romantic arcs exist, but that neither of them will ever truly get to benefit off that, because she was just a gay mentor there to teach him he's allowed to be gay, he's just not allowed to get what he wants. vickie was just a lesson.

max is... girlfriend. lucas is... boyfriend.

erica isn't holly so we're not supposed to care about her. they will still try and make her seem like a heartless, cold, petty person, though.

holly is bland, not compelling, and just a very mediocre remix of her siblings who already had more interesting arcs that were botched, so we have no reason to expect that one season where she's aged up for no reason so she can be arbitrarily targeted FOR NO REASON is going to be NEAR enough for her to be a real character. and we have even less reason to trust the duffers would even land the plane if they did somehow give her a personality, which honestly, they really didn't. it was tell-don't-show the whole time because there. were. no. stakes.

the audience did not care about holly. the wheelers barely cared about holly. nothing in this entire season mattered.

all this to say, sympathy for the duffers is "cute" but it's stupid and it's a waste of emotion. these are adult men who wrote racist, misogynistic, homophobic, ableist material and put it out to their audience. they spent 400 million dollars to put this oobleck into the world. to put out these messages that not only refused to refute the things they said they would, but actively reinforce and perpetuate those exact ideals.

and that's not even to begin with the fact they failed as writers in every conceivable way. it was poorly written slop. boring, unoriginal, tasteless, unfinished, plot-hole infested slop.

and by the way, they talked a BIG game. these men are CONFIDENT. overconfident, smug, self-assured writers who told everyone they were geniuses. they had that rick-and-morty copypasta level of arrogance. they said they were giving people hints. they said everything mattered, everything was wrapped up, everything meant something, and then half of the scenes meant nothing. when people started criticizing them they made excuses that they were sick and gave shitty explanations like "it happened off screen" what did? the intrigue? the part of the plot that makes sense?

they spent all that time hyping up how dark it was and it didn't even scare me, and i'm easily scared. this season had the most lackluster, uninteresting example of horror it's ever had.

i have to genuinely wonder what the fuck went wrong ith them, and i'm not just talking about as writers, but as people. did they have some sort of mid-life crisis? is it closer to arthur conan doyle or the simpsons' writers?

did they flanderize their characters beyond comprehension and lose sight of who they actually were because of an inability to change the status quo, or due to what the audience wanted? or did they genuinely start to loathe those characters and their impact? was stranger things their sherlock and the final season was his letter to john?

if you want to feel bad for someone, feel bad for the cast, who up until season five, were a part of something that they could actually have pride in, and now they're the faces of what happens when a writer turns against the story they're writing and starts rooting for the bad guy to win.

congratulations to vecna and nobody else.

[sticklystag]

this will forever fuck me up. she’s saying a silent goodbye to one of the only people who could ever understand her. and he’s seeing his sister—his twin, about to kill herself, and he doesn’t even know why.

[hudapalestine]

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[velvet4510]

El needed the “independence from men” arc, not Nancy.

Steve needed the “it’s okay if your crush doesn’t like you back” arc, not Will.

Mike needed the “you’re braver than you think” arc, not Holly.

Mileven needed the “shared trauma doesn’t mean we’re compatible” breakup, not Jancy.

Byler needed the “I just needed you” resolution, not Lumax.

Either Willel or Elmax needed the “you understand me better than anyone” resolution, not Mileven.

They kept giving the right arcs to the wrong characters and the wrong relationships.

[buckleybeat]

and i will forever be pissed about it.

[cactus-cuddler]

It pissed me off so much that even the little sister of Mike has an arc just for herself when Mike was useless for almost 2 seasons.

And I really hate that all of it was just "Or Mileven or nothing" like guys give us at least Byler.

AND the best that they could give to Joyce was being a wife???

It's really surreal that NO ONE of the main character die (at least El that was just useless sorry) and I really hate that they just kill random military. I now they could do better than kill without a REAL reason :/

[sadesluvr]

dark n stormy

summary: nat convinces you to spend a night with her and bucky. winterwidow x reader / nat x reader x bucky

tags: SMUT (little to no plot) — minors DNI. bi! natasha, threesome, oral (f recieving), use of toys (vibrator), overstimulation, protected sex, dom! nat (kinda), pet names used — honey, sweetie, doll. reader has no physical description other than having a tattoo

w/c: 3.2k

a/n: this is a result of rewatching tws + ovulating. i blacked out writing this. i’m drafting a solo (long) bucky fic so follow for more! dividers by @bbyg4rlhelps!

“Come on.” 

“Nat…” 

“You look gorgeous tonight.” 

“You say that every night.” 

“I’m serious, the bandana is a good look for you. Bucky would love it.”

“I thought he was more into leather?” 

“Well, you’ll have to come over and find out if he’s into it, won’t you?” 

Natasha was a good friend of yours. A great friend even. So great that she’d been enquiring about you joining her and Bucky for weeks.

You weren’t an Avenger like them, just a mixologist that Tony had hired for one of his many parties. You’d been around a few celebrities before, but to say you weren’t the slightest awestruck about serving literal superheroes would’ve been a lie. They were all impossibly hot, yet surprisingly down to Earth considering they lived in a tower that was a hundred or so feet above everybody else in New York. 

“You know, I’ve been to almost every bar across town, and yet I’ve never seen you before…” she’d questioned, sharp edge of her brow raising slightly. Her eyes tracked your graceful movements across the counter. 

“I had an article in Time Out. Since then, I mainly get private hires,” you spoke earnestly. “I used to slum it down in seedy nightclubs.” 

“How long have you been at this?” 

“Five years or so,” you shrugged. “I feel like I know half the city by now.” 

“And now you’ve got me. Wanna hang out sometime?”

And so, whilst you laughed through peculiar space stories from Thor, you tried to ignore Nat’s gaze from across the room; penetrating, hungry. A distant smile hung off her lips as she sipped slowly at her gimlet – that you’d made, of course – savouring the tangy taste of lime on her tongue as the slight foam of the drink bubbled on her lips.

A gimlet; simple, soft even…such a contrast to the dirty thoughts that swirled around the back of the redhead’s mind. 

“So, what’s it like being an Avenger?” 

“Pretty standard. Get a lot of back pain,” she said cooly. “Met a great guy who helps me blow off a lot of steam, though.” 

Your eyes widened, leaning across the counter and clasping your hands in front of you. Nat made a mental note of a distinctive tattoo on your wrist.  

“Really? Is he here now?” 

“Yep,” she hummed, shamelessly glancing across the room to where a brunette was speaking to Sam over a game of cards — Bucky.

He hadn’t introduced himself to you, surprisingly a little shy as the dark-skinned man had ordered for the pair of them. As if on cue the soldier looked up, eyes darting between yourself and Nat before flashing a smirk and focusing his attention back on the game. “Don’t tell the captain.” 

From there it’d become a friendship; she had you over any time she was free and the pair of you made the most of Tony’s seemingly limitless bottles of alcohol. Or sometimes you’d go to the club. Or shopping.

Everything and anything, really.  

Still, you’d always sensed that Nat had rather affectionate feelings towards you — lingering glances, gentle touches that grazed the length of your body — and it would’ve been a lie to say that it didn’t flatter you. 

The dynamic of your relationship changed in an instant one night…all because of a drunken confession. 

“Be honest. You ever hooked up with a customer?” 

“That’s a stereotype. We usually just hook up with other bartenders, but occasionally… I third.” 

“A unicorn…” she’d grinned, the words dripping off her tongue like honey as her eyes practically sparkled at the confession. “You’re full of surprises, honey.” 

Which led you - or rather Nat - here. Sipping on a Cosmopolitan that she definitely didn’t pay for whilst she watched you at work; today less focused on the choice of music and instead on you.  

The sight of your lip-gloss shimmering in the soft glow of bar lights. The dexterous way your hands curled around a bar knife (you could probably make a great assassin some day). Most importantly, the way you weren’t wearing a bra — or a flimsy one at that — tits jigging as you shook the cocktail shaker, air conditioning meaning that your hardening nipples pressed against the fabric, just enough to leave an indent.  

You seemed to ooze an effortless sex appeal, and judging by your escapades you seemed to know it too. Which made it more enticing that you were nervous – bashful, even. 

“You don’t need to be scared, sweetie. You’ve done this before, remember?” Nat hummed, playing with the stem of her glass. 

“Yeah. I do that sort of thing with random people I’ll never see again. I’ve shared breakfast with you, Nat. You’ve seen me puke.” 

That was true. Natasha had seen you in ways that broke the illusion of mysterious stranger you’d invite to share a night with you. You could argue that her seeing you vulnerable made so that she only respected you more, but how could one deny the pressure that being sandwiched between two Avengers and former assassins brought? One wrong move could ruin their relationship and the team dynamic, possibly jeopardising the fate of the universe. 

It wasn’t as if you didn’t want it, though. Whatever you had going on with the redhead was already unresolved – why let it linger any longer? 

“And I’m still here, aren’t I?” She smirked, cocking her head before she lowered her voice, words nothing but honest. 

“Look, I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to. Maybe you and I could just have some alone time…” 

“For the record, I’m not scared,” you replied bluntly, distantly wiping a glass. “But is there anything I need to know about sex with a super-soldier?” 

“Just come as you are, don’t do anything too fancy. He’s seen enough of you to know you’re just right,” Natasha smirked, tossing her hair to the side. “Oh, maybe practice those Kegels too…” 

Jarvis – or FRIDAY – had let you in, elevator bell ringing with a chime as it took you Nat’s floor. You’d been in this position before; stumbling back at 3am after your night out and Nat’s insistence that you stay with her, but this was different. Completely sober, you adjusted your leopard print halter top as your leather jacket dangled across your forearm, bracelets making a clinking noise with the motion.  

Natasha was waiting for you – her room gently glowing behind her, as lights seemed to flicker to the soft hum of music. Of course, the bed took centre stage, maroon-coloured sheets hanging slightly off the mattress; inviting, yet lived in. 

She stood in all her sultry glory, black dress clinging to the toned curves of her body, a delicate gem necklace placed like a crown on her décolletage. Her plump lips curved into a smile at the sight of you. 

“Oh, honey,” she cooed, tracking your movements as you discarded your jacket somewhere on the side. With every slow step towards her you felt heat rush to your core in anticipation. After months of late nights and increasingly flirtatious comments, you were about to have each-other. “You ought to wear low rise jeans more….” 

The compliment, though wedged in your mind, disappeared in a hot breath, her lips feverishly breathing life into yours. It wasn’t graceful – nothing about this was going to be – kisses sloppy and uncontrolled as your tongues meshed against each-others, saliva trickling to the edges of your mouth. 

Lost in her dark allure, you kissed down to the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent; a potpourri of incense, coffee grounds and rose, and back up towards her needy mouth, leaving translucent splashes of lip gloss along her skin.

Meanwhile, Natasha’s hands roamed your torso; fixated especially on the back of your neck and caressing your cheeks, pulling away ever so often just to admire you.  

“Pull my hair…” she whispered, words ragged. Desperate to please, your hands balled in her roots, stroking the back of her neck lovingly before you gave it a tug, causing her to throw her head back in glee and let out a soft moan. You were so caught up, bodies running hot from just a kiss that you hardly noticed that Bucky was stood in the doorway, eyes hungry as they took in the sight in-front of him.  

The door closed with a sliding sound, alerting you to his presence.  

“Am I interrupting here?” he spoke, a gruffness to his voice that had you startled. 

“Bucky…” Nat said in her signature cool tone, affection evident in her inflection. She raised a brow, haphazardly brushing a strand of her hair that had stuck to her lips from your gloss. “You want to join us?” 

“Not yet,” he hummed, giving you a once over. “She’s even hotter in up close.” 

“You hear that?” Nat grinned, a hint of playful teasing yet reassurance as she eyed you with a gleam. “Your clothes aren’t even off yet…”  

She turned to Bucky who’d closed the gap between you, and up close you could see the beauty of his blue eyes. The man’s hands lingered on Natasha’s waist, holding his gaze on you as the pair kissed; just as messy, if not a little more passionate than the one you’d shared with Nat. 

She ran her fingers over the stubble of his beard to pull him closer, and just as his teeth grazed her bottom lip she pulled away, satisfied. 

“You taste perfect, doll.” 

“I haven’t even gone between her thighs yet…” Nat lamented, the words seemingly code for Bucky to take his place on the bed, running a metal hand through his hair as he watched the pair of you slowly undress.  

Nat was hasty to untie your top, a sigh escaping her lips as they revealed your bare breasts, nipples pebbling at the sudden temperature change. You weren’t exposed for long, however, with Nat pressing her chest up against yours, fabric grinding against your skin as she groped you, her hands wandering down to the jeans that hugged your hips.

You could practically feel her heart pound, much more the clamminess of her skin as she edged you towards the bed, the back of your shins connecting with the mattress. 

Gently, you fell back, and there wasn’t much time before Nat straddled you. Still clothed, her breasts threatened to spill as they massed against your own, jiggling as she worked her way down your chest. Her lips latched onto your nipple, fondling the other as you propped yourself up on your elbows. Beside you, Bucky had slid off his sweatpants, palming himself through his boxers. The size of his bulge was obvious; far too prominent to ignore.

Nat really hadn’t been lying.  

“I think we were cut off the last time,” Nat lulled, glancing up at you. “Let Bucky hear how pretty you moan.” 

The man hissed as the whine escaped your lips, leaning over as Natasha made space for him to suck on your left nipple. Writing in your jeans, you grew more desperate by the second to be removed from the unbearable heat in your core. You wanted them. You needed them. 

With a ‘pop’, Nat removed her mouth from your chest, the skin on your areola now sticky. Gently squeezing the ball of fat, she eyed Bucky, revelling in the sight of him playing with your body.  

“Bucky…Would you be a gentleman and unzip me?” 

Her semi-nude body unravelled like a bud; the man’s hands all too gentle as he also pulled down the straps. First out were her breasts - full and almost too perfect even when shielded by a lacy bra, and down towards her stomach, the shape of her hips moulded like that of a Greek statue. To your surprise, she wore no panties.  

In a swift motion she undid her bra. A moment felt like years as she lathered her hot body over yours, skin bursting with goosebumps was your nipples brushed against each-others. You could feel the vivacious heat of her body even through your jeans; and, desperate, your teeth grazed Nat’s bottom lip in a frenzy as you tried to remove the trousers, longing to have the girl touch you. 

“Hasty, are we? I admire your enthusiasm, but I think Bucky wants to take this one.” 

Bucky’s metal arm was cold, but not unfeeling against your hips as he pulled down your jeans. He wasted no time in running his metal finger along your aching slit, teasing as he pressed against the sensitive nerves.

You were hot and wet — disgustingly so — squirming as he pushed your panties to the side with his thick fingers, tongue flat against your folds as he gave you one long lick, peering up at you the entire time. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you only let out a whimper — much to the redhead's dissatisfaction. 

Whack! 

One unexpected strike to your clothed pussy. 

“Aw, don’t be a church mouse, honey. Let Bucky know how good he makes you feel…” she lulled, holding your panties to the side as the brunette swiped his tongue across your entrance once more, this time slipping his broad fingers inside of you.  

You were full.  

So full that you hardly noticed that he’d detached his tongue from your privates; eyes almost glimmering as he finger-fucked you, every outwards motion producing the sticky sound of your arousal coating his fingers. There was no holding back now, and just as your moans began to increase in volume, Natasha pulled Bucky’s hands away, playfully pinching the man’s cheek. 

“My turn,” was all she spoke with a raised brow, all too hasty to switch positions with the man. Pressing kisses against your stomach, she made her way down the lower half of your body before snaking her fingers around your panties and pulling them off for good.  

Trousers off, Bucky sat beside you, a front row seat into the salacious view of Nat’s red hair disappearing between your thighs. Through half lidded eyes you got an eyeful of Bucky’s cock; hard, swollen…thick. 

Super solider thick. 

Fat tip and bulging vein thick. 

Didn’t-know-whether-it-would-fit-in-you thick.  

His hands were around his shaft in an instant, smearing precum along the length as he began to stroke himself, free hand leisurely roaming your body.  

Meanwhile, your knees were to your chest; legs trembling even under Bucky and Nat’s joint grasp.

It was impossible to keep them open – not when her tongue probed every inch of your pussy, right from the outside to the very depths. She seemed to know you inside out (literally), paying attention to the sweet spot at hood of your clit, lapping and kissing and sucking at your folds in a sloppy, hungry way that could only be seen in a porno.  

Her lithe fingers pumped skilfully in and out of you with every flick of her tongue, fingertips now shiny from your juices. Bucky heaved; pink lips parted in want as Nat kissed along the inside of your thighs before delving back in — her nose brushing along a sensitive spot this time. 

“Fuck, Nat!”

You exclaimed, reaching down to brush a strand of her hair to the side. With your mind on autopilot, you  smeared yourself against her face, determined to have her envelope your core entirely. 

She laughed; wholly satisfied and almost teasing. Bucky’s heavy balls were almost as red as Nat’s hair, desperate for a release. 

“Don’t make her cum yet,” he grunted through languid strokes. “You wanted me to have a turn, remember?” 

Nat pulled away, a string of saliva visible from where you were conjoined.  

“Of course, honey,” she said knowingly, cocking her head slightly. “But don’t forget that I saw her first.” 

Though your mind is cloudy, the transition is swift. A sloppy kiss between the superheroes’ lips has Nat taking Bucky’s position by your side, and the soldier dragging your weakening legs to the edge of the bed, positioning himself between you. It occurs to you that it’s the first time you’ve seen him in his full glory – bulky, heaving…yet undeniably handsome and boyish as he combs his long hair back from his face.  

Condom on, Nat licked her fingers; slowly, deliberately, lust stormy in her eyes as she took Bucky in the palm of her hand, guiding his tip towards your entrance.  

“Be gentle with her, okay?” The redhead said teasingly. “We don’t want to wear her out too early.” 

She held him there for a moment before pushing him into you, awestruck as his prominent head disappeared with ease. Brows furrowing, you could barely form a word as you watched all six or more inches penetrate you – stretching every nerve to its absolute.  

“Shit…” Bucky grumbled. “So tight…” 

You felt your body inch further up the bed with every thrust, your euphoria remaining even as Bucky’s firm grip held you towards his pelvis, keeping you in place as he began to buck his hips against yours. He slid with ease, digging deeper into your hot core as if there were some kind of gold mine at the end.  

Natasha hummed with glee, nails pressing into the back of your knees as she kept you wide open to receive him. It was probably going to leave a scratch tomorrow, but you didn’t care. She pecked at your nipples with every bounce, every so often kissing back up to your neck, skin sweaty and sticky with the mingling of their musky scents. You tasted like the both of them. That was just how they wanted to have you. 

“God, Bucky…” you whined, voice trailing off into the night as his hands gripped tighter on your thighs, tip hitting all the right parts to make your back arch.  

“Never had one this big before, hm?” Nat grinned. “Louder. I know how fucking good his cock feels. Tell him how good he makes you feel —“ 

You did. Repeatedly. Seemingly louder and less coherent with every thrust. It was all too much; the clapping sounds of skin-to-skin contact, the squelching as he began to bottom out in your pussy…so much so that you didn’t notice Nat pull out a sleek purple vibrator.  

Fuck, what if it was some Tony Stark X-rated prototype? 

You came to your senses upon the ‘click’, followed by a whir, with Nat brandishing the object like a weapon. In a way it was – but the good kind. 

“I’ll be gentle, sweetie,” was all she said before placing it on your hood, just above where Bucky’s cock was pounding you. Ripples – sparks, even – flew through every nerve on your aching privates as the nub rolled against you, paired with the steady, filling rhythm of each of the man’s frantic pumps.

There was no hiding it now, looking and sounding a total degenerate at the simultaneous intrusion — moans messily switching between a bumbling mess and completely breathless.  

“God, you’re perfect,” Bucky groaned, hair now completely tousled. “We’ve wanted you since we met you, y’know that?” 

You could feel your heart everywhere – your head, your ears and even your legs, loins throbbing as they reached their limit. The room spun. Your eyes rolled in the back of your skull. Your body quaked, all under the grasp of an assassin and her super soldier.  

“Mhm, are you close?” Nat sung, eyes gleaming at the sight of you swallowing Bucky whole.

You’d done good for them. So good for them.

“Cum all over us, hun. Make us feel good —“ 

You came with a tremor and a blank vision, their names on the edge of your mouth as your juices glazed the length of his cock, squeezing him in tighter than before. 

The ends of the duvet may have been soiled; but your friendship with Nat was stronger than ever.