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at some point i'm going to be reworking "Orc Boyfriend: Borlin". It's going to be longer with more lore. I'm trying to get back into writing again so I can finish Two Men and a Tree.
For anyone who still follows this blog and remembers "Fantasy Island"... I took it down cuz how fantastical it was... I'm reworking it. It is a story that takes place in a dream world, so it is kinda crazy and over the top... but i got a lot of flack for it. so I took it down. But someone wrote a while ago and was interested in it. I found it in my Google Docs and I'm going over it and revising it.
My family is in crisis right now, so I’m opening my commissions; I need to make some money ASAP!
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My family is in crisis right now, so I’m opening my commissions; I need to make some money ASAP!
I make page dividers as well as write. Below the “Read More” is a lot of details about each. So please read the entire post. And PLEASE share! Thank you!
My family is in crisis right now, so I’m opening my commissions; I need to make some money ASAP!
I make page dividers as well as write. Below the “Read More” is a lot of details about each. So please read the entire post. And PLEASE share! Thank you!
Synopsis: Asta is a woman out of time. She’s strong, and damn near indestructible, but when she wakes up hundreds of years in the future, she’s completely lost. She finds a new family in Peggy Carter and friends in people that she never would have dreamed of. But not everyone gets what they want, right?
A/N: Alright, I’m not really one to write OC content, but I couldn’t resist with this story. It’s a huge project that’s going to cover a lot of ground, but I hope it’ll be as fun to read as it has been to write. If you’d like, I’ve put together a Spotify playlist for this fic and you’re more than welcome to listen along!
Pairing: Jack ThompsonxOFC (Steve RogersxOFC endgame)
Word Count: 10.3k
Warnings: Canon typical violence
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“This all must be quite shocking for you.”
“I am not sure that’s the phrasing I would use.”
“Then how would you describe it?” The woman tilted her head to the side.
“I…” I sighed. “It’s disorienting. If I truly have been asleep for more than three hundred years, then there is so much that I’ve missed.”
“Your family?”
“No,” I shook my head. “I’ve lost so much time. There’s so much history that I missed. I have very little idea where I am, let alone how this new world works.”
She hummed. “I understand.”
“I’m not sure that you do.” I gestured to the small room. “All of this is foreign to me. Lamps that light at the flip of a switch, listening devices, new weapons. Carriages without horses or mules. Everything.”
“Yes, there’s a lot we have to teach you. If you’re willing to learn, that is.”
“You don’t know me. What I’m capable of.”
“Then teach us,” she said. “Work with us. I, for one, would like to help you build a new life here.”
It’s so so good and I can’t wait to read more. I have been in on brainstorming sessions so I’m super looking forward to actually reading it as it unfolds. ❤️❤️❤️
This work of fiction contains adult themes and subject matter. Please do not like, read, reply, or reblog if you are under 18.
Summary: It's the middle of a record heatwave in New York, and Clint and Bucky find a way to pass the time on their first day off together in a very long time.
Word Count: 2952
Characters: Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes; mentioned: Steve Rogers
Pairings: WinterHawk
Warnings: WinterHawk, Mutual Masturbation, Body Hair,
A/N: In this fic, Clint and Bucky are married. Also! They are comic book heights! Clint is 6’3,” and Bucky is 5’9”.
Beta’d by, and gift for @arrow-guy
Page dividers were created by me. NOT free for use. If you’d like to use any of them, please message me. I make these to sell and offer sets of two for $3.
Clint wakes around noon, instantly filled with regret. The summer heat seeps through every opening in the building and settles on the top floor, where their apartment is located. The air conditioner broke a few weeks ago, and he’s been too busy to fix or replace it. He hates himself for it. Bucky had been away on a reconnaissance mission, so he definitely couldn’t have fixed it. Today is the first day off in a long time that they’ve been able to share.
He wants to roll over and go back to sleep, hoping it might bring his body temperature back down, but the longer he lays there, the more his sweat soaks into the sheets.
He groans as he climbs out of bed. He drops his sleep pants and underwear and marches over to the window. He’s never been so happy for his brick wall view as he is right now. Not only does it allow him to walk naked around his apartment without blinding the neighbors, but it also offers some shelter from the sun. He opens both sets of curtains, then the window, and makes sure the screen is firmly in place. He does this in every window of the apartment. The ones that face the sun, he closes only the sheer curtains so that the sun is blocked while still allowing for airflow.
He pulls out two box fans from the coat closet in the living room and props them in the open windows. Bucky watches him work from his side of the couch. The book he’d been reading, still in his hand but abandoned for the moment. He finds amusement in watching his naked husband stomp around their home.
Finally done with the windows, Clint opens the bathroom door and turns on the exhaust fan. He does the same in the kitchen. The noise is annoying, but they tolerate it since the fans draw all the heat out of the apartment as it accumulates along the ceiling.
Clint fixes himself some leftovers, not even bothering to heat them, and downs some cold coffee straight from the coffee pot, which causes Bucky to snort in amusement. Clint huffs as he washes his used dishes right away, his way of complaining about having to touch the hot water.
Finally finished, he throws himself down at the far end of the couch, away from Bucky, and lays his head on the backrest. He groans as the heat of his body heats the fabric of the sofa.
“And to think, you almost got leather. We’d currently be peeling our balls off the seat instead of complaining about trapped heat,” Bucky muses.
“I don’t know what’s worse at this point,” Clint replies.
Bucky chuckles under his breath. “Any plans for the day?” he asks.
Clint turns his head without lifting it and eyeballs his husband… who has clearly lost his mind. “Buck… does it look like I have plans today?”
Bucky snorts. “I don’t know. You could be planning to streak up and down the hallway again.”
“That was one time! And my towel got stuck in the door on my way out! I was waiting on that package all day, and of course, it shows up just as I was getting into the shower.”
“Certainly gave the neighbors a show,” Bucky muses.
“I didn’t get any complaints from them for a week after that, so I’m not actually sure who won in that scenario.”
“I think I did. You hang your robe up on the back of the door now,” Bucky replies, his smile evident in his words.
“Hardy har,” Clint retorts.
Bucky snorts and resumes reading. Clint drums his fingers on his belly, trying to figure out what to do to pass the time. Unfortunately, it’s too hot to turn on the tv or radio, and the sun won’t go down for another 8 hours or so. He has no desire to stare at the ceiling the entire time.
His thoughts are interrupted as movement catches his eye. Bucky moves his book from his right hand to his left, and he flexes his fingers to alleviate the fatigue there. Clint thinks about poking fun at Bucky for even using his flesh hand to hold the book in the first place but is distracted again as Bucky brings his right hand to his chest and idly scratches through the hair there. Clint is very thankful Bucky stopped shaving it off once he got his mind back. He’s still an active duty operative, but he works under Steve now. Steve doesn’t care how Bucky keeps his body hair since Bucky is now in charge of his own hygiene. Clint shivers at the memory of the first time he remembers running his fingers through Bucky’s chest hair, feeling something like relief that he finally could.
Bucky stops moving when Clint shivers but doesn’t appear to be paying him much attention. Clint doesn’t take his eyes off Bucky, almost vibrating with the anticipation of waiting on Bucky to do it again. Just as Clint is about to give up and stare at the ceiling again, Bucky resumes scratching through this chest hair. He slowly cards his fingers through the hair like he’s combing it, following the growth pattern. He slowly moves so his fingers scratch through the broad line of hair that gradually tapers narrower as it reaches his belly button and then slowly widens again as it reaches his groin.
Clint loves following his line of hair with his tongue. The hair is just thin enough that he can feel Bucky’s skin underneath and just soft enough not to feel weird as he runs his tongue the length of it.
When Bucky’s fingers get close to the base of his dick, he skips around it entirely. Clint internally groans. He can’t stop watching Bucky’s fingers work over his skin. He knows all too well what those fingers are capable of… how delicate they can be, and how they know the correct pressure to use to cause pleasure or pain.
Clint feels his own dick start to swell as he keeps watching his husband’s idle movements. Clint almost whines out loud when Bucky crosses his ankle across his knee so he can scratch down the length of his leg, and he loses sight of Bucky’s barely swelling cock.
Bucky switches legs and scratches down it like he did the other. Once satisfied, he puts his foot back on the floor and scoots down his cushion a little, and spreads his feet some more. He scratches up one of his thighs again, stopping once more before touching his own dick. Clint watches as if on the edge of his seat when he hasn’t moved in reality.
Bucky uses the pads of his index and middle finger to lightly run them down the length of his member. This simple action causes both men to twitch in response. A seemingly innocent move meant to adjust the way his dick is lying, but apparently, it didn’t get the memo and decided to join the party. Bucky goes back to ignoring it and decides to scratch through his pubic hair at the base and groans as he finds a particularly stubborn itch. The heat making him sweat also making every hairy part of him itch a little.
Clint’s dick twitches again at the sound Bucky makes. He feels like his skin is crawling. He wants to reach out and touch his husband, but it's too hot to move, and he really doesn’t want to do anything vigorous because that would cause even more heat and sweat, and he can already feel the fabric of the couch getting moist. He has a passing thought about having the sofa dry cleaned after the heatwave is over.
Finally, through with his hair scratching, Bucky’s hand stops moving and rests on his stomach just below his belly button. Clint almost groans in relief.
He almost dies all over again because his husband’s dick is obviously filling out and slowly going from pointing down and resting between his legs to pointing up and resting against his stomach.
What the hell is Bucky reading that’s causing him to respond this way? He squints at his husband but then decides that he doesn’t care at this point. His mouth begins to water as his dick slowly gets hard. He misses how Bucky’s nostrils flare, and a tiny smile creeps its way onto his lips.
Bucky slowly runs his fingers through his pubic hair again, and Clint wants to cry. But, just as he thinks Bucky will skip around his cock again, Clint ends up making an inhuman noise as Bucky cups the base of his cock, and slowly wraps his fingers around it. Bucky can feel the couch vibrating from Clint trying to restrain himself from moving. He’s not smug about it at all, nuh-uh.
Clint feels like he could crawl out of his skin and wants to. However, Bucky isn’t moving and is just staring at that god-forsaken book he’s been reading since this whole thing began. Bucky flips the page he’d been reading with his thumb. The sound distracts Clint, and he almost misses Bucky sliding his hand up his member to just under the head.
Clint’s fingers twitch, and Bucky waits him out. Clint’s hardness almost flags; they’ve waited so long. Clint finally gives in, and palms himself, pressing down and hissing a little at the sensation. He isn’t sure if it feels good or hurts; his frustration is so high.
As soon as Clint makes noise, Bucky moves his hand up and over the head of his cock and does a little twist that he knows Clint knows he likes. This makes it very clear to Clint that this isn’t just idle play, that Bucky is, in fact, very slowly jacking himself off in front of him. Clint huffs in frustration because of the snail’s pace Bucky is going at, and he loves watching his husband’s hands doing… just about anything. This, especially, though.
Bucky stops moving again and waits out his husband. Clint gulps and wraps his fingers around his dick and gives it a stroke. Bucky smirks and slides his hand down to the base of his own cock. Clint moves his own hand again, and Bucky waits a moment before he does the same.
This happens twice more before Clint makes a funny little noise in the back of his throat as it dawns on him that Bucky doesn’t move until he does. So he gets a wicked grin on his face as he sits up and turns his body so that his knees are bent, his feet are on the couch, and his back is resting against the arm. Clint spreads his legs wide, so Bucky can see precisely what he’s doing. Bucky doesn’t appear to look at him, but now that Clint is sitting at a different angle, he can see that Bucky’s eyes are actually turned towards him, even if his face isn’t.
So Bucky wants to play it like that, huh? Clint lifts his empty hand and cards his fingertips through his own chest hair. His fingertips stop at his pebbled nipple and squeezes it a little while moving his other hand up and down the length of his cock a couple of strokes.
Bucky waits for several heartbeats before he slowly moves his hand again, completing two strokes. His hand stops, resting at the base of his cock again. Clint nearly faints as a pearlescent bead of precum forms at the top of Bucky’s cock and very slowly overflows and slides down until it hits Bucky’s belly. Clint really wants to taste it, and he licks his lips.
Clint moves his hand from his chest and runs it down his belly, skimming right past his cock, and decides to grab his balls and squeeze them a little. Tugging on them and feeling the weight of them, he groans as he enjoys the sensation. He slides his hand up and back down his member.
Bucky is fighting really hard not to turn and face his husband, who is also slowly losing at this battle of wills. Bucky shivers as he slides his hand up and down his own hardness, groaning at the little twist he does across the head, gathering up the spilled precum, slicking the way.
Clint whines. He adores the sounds his husband makes when they’re intimate. Clint snorts in amusement as he realizes that despite this being a masturbatory game of cat and mouse, it’s legitimately the most intimate they’ve ever been, without touching. Clint decides to put a pin in that and explore it later.
He’s brought out of his thoughts as Bucky is now actively stroking himself… and he’s finally put that damn book down and is using his cybernetic fingers to comb through his chest hair. Clint wants to cry as he strokes himself harder and faster at the sight of his husband touching himself. He nearly faints as Bucky tips his head back, closes his eyes, and gets lost in the sensation of his hand working himself over.
Bucky’s hand squeezes a little as it reaches the base of his cock. Then, on the upstroke, Clint can see that Bucky’s hips are moving ever so slightly as his hand stops for a second just below the head; he squeezes just a touch harder, twists his hand just a little as the palm of his hand swallows the head. Clint almost loses his mind at the string of sounds that fall from Bucky’s lips.
At this point, Bucky’s body is glistening with sweat. The tray hairs from his messy bun are plastered to his face. Beads of sweat run through the hair on his torso as his hand picks up momentum. Clint knows his husband is getting close, and he moves more quickly and more urgently, trying to chase his own orgasm as he watches Bucky getting lost in finding his.
Clint can’t hold it in anymore and groans louder with each pass of his hand, and Bucky does the same. The room is filled with purely sinful sounds as the two men chase their orgasms. Clint’s body is now covered in a heavy sheen of sweat, and every nerve in his body feels like it’s on fire. At some point, he’s closed his eyes but opens them rather quickly as Bucky makes a loud sound that could be mistaken for distress.
Clint’s eyes open wide in surprise as Bucky’s moans and groans take on a loud and booming tone, and then the sound gives way to a deep throaty thing as Bucky spills all over his hand and belly, some landing in his chest hair. Clint makes a strange noise in this throat as he pumps his hand two more times and is spilling all over himself. He moans as he milks his orgasm, the sensitivity becoming a little too much.
Bucky is panting, his hand still wrapped around the base of his cock, almost like he’s afraid to move. He finally looks over at Clint, and the utterly wrecked appearance of his husband causes his cock to make a valiant effort to come back to the party. Bucky groans and his erection finally flags and starts to go down. He seems to sigh full-body as the pressure finally lets up, and he removes his hand very slowly. He rests it on his thigh, so he doesn’t make a mess of the couch.
They both sit quietly for a little while, trying to catch their breaths, looking at each other with complete adoration.
Finally, when he’s able to speak, Clint breaks the silence. “That was incredibly intense,” he observes.
Bucky chuckles under his breath. “Just a little, yeah.” An amused smile spreads across his face as his husband makes an undignified sound at Bucky’s sarcasm. This causes Bucky to laugh.
Clint pouts a little. “I feel disgusting. I mean, I feel great, but I also feel disgusting.” He holds his arms out from his body, looking at the mess he’s made of himself.
“Why don’t we take a shower? Cool off a little… The shower’s big enough for both of us.” Clint doesn’t miss the little waggle of Bucky’s eyebrow when he talks about the shower size.
“Is showering all we’re going to be doing?” he asks.
Bucky just grins. He gets up from the couch and moves to stand closer to where Clint is sitting. He holds his hand out and grins even bigger.
“I still haven’t decided if it’s endearing or creepy when you make that face.”
Bucky laughs again. “Come on, let’s get clean before this stuff dries too much and gets itchy.” He indicates both their bodies, where the remnants of their climaxes still cling to their skin. Clint makes a sour face at the thought, grabs his husband’s hand, and allows the man to pull him to his feet. Bucky pulls him into his arms and tilts his head up to look Clint in the eyes. Clint seems to read his mind as he bends down and captures Bucky’s mouth with his own in a deep kiss.
Bucky moans a little and pulls away from the kiss, resting his forehead against Clint’s chin. “It’s too hot for this,” he says, a little breathy.
“Yeah, but it’s totally worth it,” Clint retorts. He pulls away from the embrace and grabs Bucky’s hand, and pulls him to the bathroom. Bucky makes a sound of agreement as he allows himself to be drug along. Bucky smiles at the thought of what they could do in the shower. Little does he know, Clint is thinking the same.
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This work of fiction contains adult themes and subject matter. Please do not like, read, reply, or reblog if you are under 18.
Summary: It's the middle of a record heatwave in New York, and Clint and Bucky find a way to pass the time on their first day off together in a very long time.
Word Count: 2952
Characters: Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes; mentioned: Steve Rogers
Pairings: WinterHawk
Warnings: WinterHawk, Mutual Masturbation, Body Hair,
A/N: In this fic, Clint and Bucky are married. Also! They are comic book heights! Clint is 6’3,” and Bucky is 5’9”.
Beta’d by, and gift for @arrow-guy
Page dividers were created by me. NOT free for use. If you’d like to use any of them, please message me. I make these to sell and offer sets of two for $3.
Clint wakes around noon, instantly filled with regret. The summer heat seeps through every opening in the building and settles on the top floor, where their apartment is located. The air conditioner broke a few weeks ago, and he’s been too busy to fix or replace it. He hates himself for it. Bucky had been away on a reconnaissance mission, so he definitely couldn’t have fixed it. Today is the first day off in a long time that they’ve been able to share.
He wants to roll over and go back to sleep, hoping it might bring his body temperature back down, but the longer he lays there, the more his sweat soaks into the sheets.
He groans as he climbs out of bed. He drops his sleep pants and underwear and marches over to the window. He’s never been so happy for his brick wall view as he is right now. Not only does it allow him to walk naked around his apartment without blinding the neighbors, but it also offers some shelter from the sun. He opens both sets of curtains, then the window, and makes sure the screen is firmly in place. He does this in every window of the apartment. The ones that face the sun, he closes only the sheer curtains so that the sun is blocked while still allowing for airflow.
He pulls out two box fans from the coat closet in the living room and props them in the open windows. Bucky watches him work from his side of the couch. The book he’d been reading, still in his hand but abandoned for the moment. He finds amusement in watching his naked husband stomp around their home.
Finally done with the windows, Clint opens the bathroom door and turns on the exhaust fan. He does the same in the kitchen. The noise is annoying, but they tolerate it since the fans draw all the heat out of the apartment as it accumulates along the ceiling.
Clint fixes himself some leftovers, not even bothering to heat them, and downs some cold coffee straight from the coffee pot, which causes Bucky to snort in amusement. Clint huffs as he washes his used dishes right away, his way of complaining about having to touch the hot water.
Finally finished, he throws himself down at the far end of the couch, away from Bucky, and lays his head on the backrest. He groans as the heat of his body heats the fabric of the sofa.
“And to think, you almost got leather. We’d currently be peeling our balls off the seat instead of complaining about trapped heat,” Bucky muses.
“I don’t know what’s worse at this point,” Clint replies.
Bucky chuckles under his breath. “Any plans for the day?” he asks.
Clint turns his head without lifting it and eyeballs his husband… who has clearly lost his mind. “Buck… does it look like I have plans today?”
Bucky snorts. “I don’t know. You could be planning to streak up and down the hallway again.”
“That was one time! And my towel got stuck in the door on my way out! I was waiting on that package all day, and of course, it shows up just as I was getting into the shower.”
“Certainly gave the neighbors a show,” Bucky muses.
“I didn’t get any complaints from them for a week after that, so I’m not actually sure who won in that scenario.”
“I think I did. You hang your robe up on the back of the door now,” Bucky replies, his smile evident in his words.
“Hardy har,” Clint retorts.
Bucky snorts and resumes reading. Clint drums his fingers on his belly, trying to figure out what to do to pass the time. Unfortunately, it’s too hot to turn on the tv or radio, and the sun won’t go down for another 8 hours or so. He has no desire to stare at the ceiling the entire time.
His thoughts are interrupted as movement catches his eye. Bucky moves his book from his right hand to his left, and he flexes his fingers to alleviate the fatigue there. Clint thinks about poking fun at Bucky for even using his flesh hand to hold the book in the first place but is distracted again as Bucky brings his right hand to his chest and idly scratches through the hair there. Clint is very thankful Bucky stopped shaving it off once he got his mind back. He’s still an active duty operative, but he works under Steve now. Steve doesn’t care how Bucky keeps his body hair since Bucky is now in charge of his own hygiene. Clint shivers at the memory of the first time he remembers running his fingers through Bucky’s chest hair, feeling something like relief that he finally could.
Bucky stops moving when Clint shivers but doesn’t appear to be paying him much attention. Clint doesn’t take his eyes off Bucky, almost vibrating with the anticipation of waiting on Bucky to do it again. Just as Clint is about to give up and stare at the ceiling again, Bucky resumes scratching through this chest hair. He slowly cards his fingers through the hair like he’s combing it, following the growth pattern. He slowly moves so his fingers scratch through the broad line of hair that gradually tapers narrower as it reaches his belly button and then slowly widens again as it reaches his groin.
Clint loves following his line of hair with his tongue. The hair is just thin enough that he can feel Bucky’s skin underneath and just soft enough not to feel weird as he runs his tongue the length of it.
When Bucky’s fingers get close to the base of his dick, he skips around it entirely. Clint internally groans. He can’t stop watching Bucky’s fingers work over his skin. He knows all too well what those fingers are capable of… how delicate they can be, and how they know the correct pressure to use to cause pleasure or pain.
Clint feels his own dick start to swell as he keeps watching his husband’s idle movements. Clint almost whines out loud when Bucky crosses his ankle across his knee so he can scratch down the length of his leg, and he loses sight of Bucky’s barely swelling cock.
Bucky switches legs and scratches down it like he did the other. Once satisfied, he puts his foot back on the floor and scoots down his cushion a little, and spreads his feet some more. He scratches up one of his thighs again, stopping once more before touching his own dick. Clint watches as if on the edge of his seat when he hasn’t moved in reality.
Bucky uses the pads of his index and middle finger to lightly run them down the length of his member. This simple action causes both men to twitch in response. A seemingly innocent move meant to adjust the way his dick is lying, but apparently, it didn’t get the memo and decided to join the party. Bucky goes back to ignoring it and decides to scratch through his pubic hair at the base and groans as he finds a particularly stubborn itch. The heat making him sweat also making every hairy part of him itch a little.
Clint’s dick twitches again at the sound Bucky makes. He feels like his skin is crawling. He wants to reach out and touch his husband, but it's too hot to move, and he really doesn’t want to do anything vigorous because that would cause even more heat and sweat, and he can already feel the fabric of the couch getting moist. He has a passing thought about having the sofa dry cleaned after the heatwave is over.
Finally, through with his hair scratching, Bucky’s hand stops moving and rests on his stomach just below his belly button. Clint almost groans in relief.
He almost dies all over again because his husband’s dick is obviously filling out and slowly going from pointing down and resting between his legs to pointing up and resting against his stomach.
What the hell is Bucky reading that’s causing him to respond this way? He squints at his husband but then decides that he doesn’t care at this point. His mouth begins to water as his dick slowly gets hard. He misses how Bucky’s nostrils flare, and a tiny smile creeps its way onto his lips.
Bucky slowly runs his fingers through his pubic hair again, and Clint wants to cry. But, just as he thinks Bucky will skip around his cock again, Clint ends up making an inhuman noise as Bucky cups the base of his cock, and slowly wraps his fingers around it. Bucky can feel the couch vibrating from Clint trying to restrain himself from moving. He’s not smug about it at all, nuh-uh.
Clint feels like he could crawl out of his skin and wants to. However, Bucky isn’t moving and is just staring at that god-forsaken book he’s been reading since this whole thing began. Bucky flips the page he’d been reading with his thumb. The sound distracts Clint, and he almost misses Bucky sliding his hand up his member to just under the head.
Clint’s fingers twitch, and Bucky waits him out. Clint’s hardness almost flags; they’ve waited so long. Clint finally gives in, and palms himself, pressing down and hissing a little at the sensation. He isn’t sure if it feels good or hurts; his frustration is so high.
As soon as Clint makes noise, Bucky moves his hand up and over the head of his cock and does a little twist that he knows Clint knows he likes. This makes it very clear to Clint that this isn’t just idle play, that Bucky is, in fact, very slowly jacking himself off in front of him. Clint huffs in frustration because of the snail’s pace Bucky is going at, and he loves watching his husband’s hands doing… just about anything. This, especially, though.
Bucky stops moving again and waits out his husband. Clint gulps and wraps his fingers around his dick and gives it a stroke. Bucky smirks and slides his hand down to the base of his own cock. Clint moves his own hand again, and Bucky waits a moment before he does the same.
This happens twice more before Clint makes a funny little noise in the back of his throat as it dawns on him that Bucky doesn’t move until he does. So he gets a wicked grin on his face as he sits up and turns his body so that his knees are bent, his feet are on the couch, and his back is resting against the arm. Clint spreads his legs wide, so Bucky can see precisely what he’s doing. Bucky doesn’t appear to look at him, but now that Clint is sitting at a different angle, he can see that Bucky’s eyes are actually turned towards him, even if his face isn’t.
So Bucky wants to play it like that, huh? Clint lifts his empty hand and cards his fingertips through his own chest hair. His fingertips stop at his pebbled nipple and squeezes it a little while moving his other hand up and down the length of his cock a couple of strokes.
Bucky waits for several heartbeats before he slowly moves his hand again, completing two strokes. His hand stops, resting at the base of his cock again. Clint nearly faints as a pearlescent bead of precum forms at the top of Bucky’s cock and very slowly overflows and slides down until it hits Bucky’s belly. Clint really wants to taste it, and he licks his lips.
Clint moves his hand from his chest and runs it down his belly, skimming right past his cock, and decides to grab his balls and squeeze them a little. Tugging on them and feeling the weight of them, he groans as he enjoys the sensation. He slides his hand up and back down his member.
Bucky is fighting really hard not to turn and face his husband, who is also slowly losing at this battle of wills. Bucky shivers as he slides his hand up and down his own hardness, groaning at the little twist he does across the head, gathering up the spilled precum, slicking the way.
Clint whines. He adores the sounds his husband makes when they’re intimate. Clint snorts in amusement as he realizes that despite this being a masturbatory game of cat and mouse, it’s legitimately the most intimate they’ve ever been, without touching. Clint decides to put a pin in that and explore it later.
He’s brought out of his thoughts as Bucky is now actively stroking himself… and he’s finally put that damn book down and is using his cybernetic fingers to comb through his chest hair. Clint wants to cry as he strokes himself harder and faster at the sight of his husband touching himself. He nearly faints as Bucky tips his head back, closes his eyes, and gets lost in the sensation of his hand working himself over.
Bucky’s hand squeezes a little as it reaches the base of his cock. Then, on the upstroke, Clint can see that Bucky’s hips are moving ever so slightly as his hand stops for a second just below the head; he squeezes just a touch harder, twists his hand just a little as the palm of his hand swallows the head. Clint almost loses his mind at the string of sounds that fall from Bucky’s lips.
At this point, Bucky’s body is glistening with sweat. The tray hairs from his messy bun are plastered to his face. Beads of sweat run through the hair on his torso as his hand picks up momentum. Clint knows his husband is getting close, and he moves more quickly and more urgently, trying to chase his own orgasm as he watches Bucky getting lost in finding his.
Clint can’t hold it in anymore and groans louder with each pass of his hand, and Bucky does the same. The room is filled with purely sinful sounds as the two men chase their orgasms. Clint’s body is now covered in a heavy sheen of sweat, and every nerve in his body feels like it’s on fire. At some point, he’s closed his eyes but opens them rather quickly as Bucky makes a loud sound that could be mistaken for distress.
Clint’s eyes open wide in surprise as Bucky’s moans and groans take on a loud and booming tone, and then the sound gives way to a deep throaty thing as Bucky spills all over his hand and belly, some landing in his chest hair. Clint makes a strange noise in this throat as he pumps his hand two more times and is spilling all over himself. He moans as he milks his orgasm, the sensitivity becoming a little too much.
Bucky is panting, his hand still wrapped around the base of his cock, almost like he’s afraid to move. He finally looks over at Clint, and the utterly wrecked appearance of his husband causes his cock to make a valiant effort to come back to the party. Bucky groans and his erection finally flags and starts to go down. He seems to sigh full-body as the pressure finally lets up, and he removes his hand very slowly. He rests it on his thigh, so he doesn’t make a mess of the couch.
They both sit quietly for a little while, trying to catch their breaths, looking at each other with complete adoration.
Finally, when he’s able to speak, Clint breaks the silence. “That was incredibly intense,” he observes.
Bucky chuckles under his breath. “Just a little, yeah.” An amused smile spreads across his face as his husband makes an undignified sound at Bucky’s sarcasm. This causes Bucky to laugh.
Clint pouts a little. “I feel disgusting. I mean, I feel great, but I also feel disgusting.” He holds his arms out from his body, looking at the mess he’s made of himself.
“Why don’t we take a shower? Cool off a little… The shower’s big enough for both of us.” Clint doesn’t miss the little waggle of Bucky’s eyebrow when he talks about the shower size.
“Is showering all we’re going to be doing?” he asks.
Bucky just grins. He gets up from the couch and moves to stand closer to where Clint is sitting. He holds his hand out and grins even bigger.
“I still haven’t decided if it’s endearing or creepy when you make that face.”
Bucky laughs again. “Come on, let’s get clean before this stuff dries too much and gets itchy.” He indicates both their bodies, where the remnants of their climaxes still cling to their skin. Clint makes a sour face at the thought, grabs his husband’s hand, and allows the man to pull him to his feet. Bucky pulls him into his arms and tilts his head up to look Clint in the eyes. Clint seems to read his mind as he bends down and captures Bucky’s mouth with his own in a deep kiss.
Bucky moans a little and pulls away from the kiss, resting his forehead against Clint’s chin. “It’s too hot for this,” he says, a little breathy.
“Yeah, but it’s totally worth it,” Clint retorts. He pulls away from the embrace and grabs Bucky’s hand, and pulls him to the bathroom. Bucky makes a sound of agreement as he allows himself to be drug along. Bucky smiles at the thought of what they could do in the shower. Little does he know, Clint is thinking the same.
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Summary: A while back, I was commissioned to write this sex scene for a fic someone wrote. I wanted to share this with you all since it is a thing I wrote.
Essentially, FO!Poe deflects, joins the right side, and instantly there’s chemistry between him and the Commander assigned to keep watch over him to ensure that Poe isn't actually a spy and has actually deflected.
This is the passionate sex scene that results after a hostile meeting and both grating on each other's nerves. Reader is forced to bunk with him until he can prove his place. I hope you enjoy it!
Blatant Princess Bride reference, lol
Word Count:
Characters: Poe Dameron, Reader
Pairings: Poe x Reader
Warnings: FO!Poe Defects, Reader-Insert, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Instant Attraction, Explicit Sexual Content, Uncircumcised Penis, Penis In Vagina Sex, The Princess Bride References, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Writing Excerpt,
A/N: I’ve edited this since it was commissioned. Since my writing style has evolved since then, and I prefer writing in the present tense, I felt it would better reflect my skills if I updated it. :)
Link on AO3
All page dividers were created or edited by me. If you’d like to use any of them, please message me. I make these to sell and offer sets of two for $3.
As soon as the door shuts behind him, your mouth is on his. If only to make him stop his snide remarks.
As his mouth moves against yours, he spins your bodies, turning them so that you are up against the door. Your grip on his hair tightens, and he lets out a moan. In turn, he slots one of his thighs between yours, giving you a delicious glimpse at the friction you already crave.
You moan as he moves his leg again, pushing the seams of your clothes against your sensitive parts. In response, he starts kissing down your neck, lightly sucking the skin there. He doesn't spend too much time in one spot, not wanting to leave lasting marks. Your breath hitches as he gently bites at sensitive skin along your collar bones.
You continue running your fingers through his hair as he works his way down your body, pausing to help you undress as he goes. With each button he opens, he lays a kiss on your skin. Your breath catches when he gets to the top of your pants. He looks up at you with hooded eyes as if asking for further permission. You nod your assent, and he flicks open the button on your pants.
He works your pants down your hips, taking your undergarments with them. You shivered when the heat of this breath puffs against your skin. You part your legs a little, silently asking for his attention. He smirks.
Surprisingly, he’s gentle and careful when he helps you out of your boots. He pointedly places them next to the door. He helps you step out of your pants and tosses them aside.
He kneels at your feet, getting comfortable on his knees, and nuzzles your belly. You squint at the surprisingly affectionate move. He starts kissing your body again, sucking and nibbling as he goes. When he reaches the edge of your curls, he looks up at you with a glint in his eye and smiles. Silently, he picks up one of your legs and places it on his shoulder. The cool air hitting your warm core sends shivers down your spine.
He takes his index finger and gently moves it through your folds, spreading the slick that begins to gather there. You moan as he circles your clit. Little by little, he does this and, with each pass, his finger slowly sinks further in. On the final pass, his thumb rests against your aching clit, and his finger sinks in all the way. He curls it against your sweet spot, and your knee nearly buckles.
Your moans get louder and more impassioned when he leans forward and lifts your other leg over his shoulder. With your shoulders pressed against the door, he flicks his tongue against your clit, never stopping the movements of his finger. Just as you think you can't take anymore, and the heat in your belly is about to boil over, he slides his finger out. You huffed in frustration.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I got you.” He says, whispering it against your core, just loud enough for you to hear.
One of your hands lands in his hair, and you thread your fingers through the strands and pull forward, pressing his nose against your skin.
He laughs a little before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, and You let out a desperate sound. While you're distracted by the sensation, he slowly dips two fingers inside your heat and curls them deliciously against your sweet spot. While he rapidly moves the tips of his fingers against the bundle of nerves inside, he sucks and flicks his tongue against the bundle of nerves on the outside. You see stars as your first orgasm of the night sweeps over you and takes your breath away. He moans into you as your grip on his hair becomes almost painful when the sensations take over you.
He doesn't stop his ministrations until you whimper in discomfort, helping you ride through the peak of the orgasm and through the aftershocks. He slowly removes his fingers and swipes his tongue through your folds, gently tasting you. He hums in approval at the flavor.
You let go of his hair and allow your hand to fall to your side. He pulls away, gently settling your feet on the floor. When he’s sure your steady, he rises to his feet.
“How about we move to a more comfortable spot.” He tilts his head toward the bed.
You nod, not trusting your voice, still panting and trying to catch your breath.
He kicks his boots off and tosses them next to yours using his feet. As he removes his clothes, he throws them one by one in the general direction yours landed. He starts to remove his undergarments but stops. You huff in annoyance.
He wraps his arms around your hips, hands grabbing the swell of your ass, and lifts, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you to the bed and lowers you down. You make a noise of displeasure as you’re reminded that the mattress is still bare. The noise is quickly replaced with a moan as he wraps his lips around one of your nipples and sucks, adding a little pressure with his teeth. He moans as you work your fingers through his hair, tugging his head towards your other breast.
As he works back and forth, teasing, biting, and sucking, he puts weight on one hand and uses the other to knead your breast, adding to the pleasure. You moan and buck your hips, trying to get more friction, but he’s leaning over you with just enough space between you that you can’t reach.
“In a hurry, sweetheart?” he asks, a devilish grin on his face. You glare but manage to refrain from smacking him. He seems to sense this and laughs a little.
As an answer, you hook your toes in the waistband of his underwear and use your feet to work them down his hips. He pulls away from you and slides them the rest of the way off his legs. He leans back into you; the weight of his hard cock is heavy on your thigh. He leans forward, his knees shifting so that his thighs are as close to you as they can get, and hungrily kisses you, grinding down and pressing the weight of his body into yours, teasing you by thrusting his hips a little. You moan into his mouth, your grip tightening in his hair.
He pulls away and looks at you intently.
“Well?” you huff, “are you going to make bedroom eyes at me all night, or are you going to fuck me?”
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m just getting started.”
You glared at him again, “Don’t call me that,” you grit out between clenched teeth.
“As you wish, Commander.”
You roll your eyes.
He shifts his weight so that he can grip his cock. There’s just enough space between you so that you can see what he’s doing. He strokes it gently, sliding the foreskin back. You lick your lips at the sight of the smooth, glistening head. Leaning away from you a bit more so he has more room to work, he slides it through your folds, coating it with your slick. You buck your hips a little as his skin slides against yours in the best way. Still sensitive from earlier, your breath hitches as the head of his cock catches on your clit. You buck your hips again and whine a little.
Slowly, he presses into you then pulls out again. He does this several times, sinking further in each time. In the final pass, he sinks all the way in and stops moving. The intensity of the sensation is almost too much to take as you both adjust to it. He seems to start trembling, waiting for you to let him know he can move.
“If you don’t move, I’m going to strangle you,” you tell him through gritted teeth.
“Like this, sweetheart?” He slides out and roughly thrust in. He groans, but you practically growled at the nickname. You’re quickly distracted as he leas down and sucks a nipple into his mouth again, working in time with his thrusting hips.
Just as you think you can’t take anymore, he pauses to adjust himself. You make a noise of protest, and he teases you some more. He doesn't thrust his hips; instead, he moves his mouth around wherever he can reach, nibbling and sucking. You huff out in frustration.
You squint at him when he decidedly ignores you in favor of a particularly sensitive spot. Having had enough of his teasing, you get a wicked grin on your face as you plan your next move. You unlock your ankles from behind his back, squeeze his hips with your thighs, push on his shoulders with both hands, and flip the both of you so that you are on top. He lands on his back, a shocked expression non his face.
“What? You were taking too long!” you bit out.
Without warning, you reach back, position his cock head at your entrance, and slowly sink onto it. You both moan, and you grab both his hands to use them for leverage so you can better ride him. You pick up the pace once you get used to the new position. The sounds coming out of the both of you are sinful. You lift up and slam down, harder and harder. The ache in your hips and thighs builds into a delicious burn. He works one of his hands out of yours and pulls your face close to his, and kisses you. You moan into his mouth as he swirls his tongue against yours.
Breaking the kiss, you nibble and suck your way down his chest, leaving marks on his skin as your bodies move together. He throws his head back at the sensations and shamelessly groans. You can feel his body tensing under yours, and you know he’s close. You card your fingers through his hair and bite under his jaw, only to lick the sting away, sucking a little and leaving another mark.
His building climax feeds into your own, and you lean back, putting your weight on his thighs.
“Touch me,” you prompt.
“As you wish, Commander,” he grins up at you.
You ground down on him, causing him to groan. As he reaches up and grabs your breasts, you reach down with one hand and rub your clit. You rock your hips in aborted thrusts, and he thumbs at your sensitive nipples. The coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter, and the sounds you both made get louder and louder.
Your orgasm crests, washing over you like a tidal wave. He plants his feet and grabs your hips. You rush to grab the headboard as he thrusts into you, using your orgasm to milk his own. He groans out loudly as his hips meet your ass in one strong, final thrust, and you feel him pulsing inside you.
Slowly, he lowers himself back down, and you let go of the headboard, leaning forward, resting your forehead against his. You catch your breath and smile. He laughs a little, the air puffing across your face.
Gently, he helps you off him, and you both lay on your sides, facing each other.
“Well. At least we don’t have to change the sheets,” you muse.
He let out a bark of laughter and throws one of his arms over his eyes. “Yeah,” he agreed, still smiling.
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Universes I will write for:
MCU
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Characters I will write for:
MCU: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Loki, and Thor
Teen Wolf: Almost everyone except background characters or those who were only around for a couple of episodes
Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Benny Lafitte, Bobby Singer, Crowley, Rowena, and Gabriel
Criminal Minds: Spenser Reid, Derek Morgan, and Penelope Garcia
RPF I will write for:
MCU: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Robert Downy Jr, Jeremy Renner, Tom Holland, and Tom Hiddleston
Teen Wolf: Ian Bohen, JR Bourne, Dylan O’Brien, and Tyler Hoechlin
Supernatural: Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles, and Jared Padalecki
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fluff
angst with a happy ending
pregnancy
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any slash between any listed characters - EXCEPT underage Peter Parker + anyone else | Crossovers can be discussed
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reader inserts (any gender)
love triangles
polyamorous relationships
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☘ most tropes
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Teen Wolf AU: without werewolves
gender-swapping a single character/making a cis character trans (other gender expressions are negotiable)
sex/relationship between victim + abuser
Professor + student AU
Bucky Barnes without a prosthetic arm
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lack of aftercare
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Summary: A while back, I was commissioned to write this sex scene for a fic someone wrote. I wanted to share this with you all since it is a thing I wrote.
Essentially, FO!Poe deflects, joins the right side, and instantly there’s chemistry between him and the Commander assigned to keep watch over him to ensure that Poe isn't actually a spy and has actually deflected.
This is the passionate sex scene that results after a hostile meeting and both grating on each other's nerves. Reader is forced to bunk with him until he can prove his place. I hope you enjoy it!
Blatant Princess Bride reference, lol
Word Count:
Characters: Poe Dameron, Reader
Pairings: Poe x Reader
Warnings: FO!Poe Defects, Reader-Insert, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Instant Attraction, Explicit Sexual Content, Uncircumcised Penis, Penis In Vagina Sex, The Princess Bride References, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Writing Excerpt,
A/N: I’ve edited this since it was commissioned. Since my writing style has evolved since then, and I prefer writing in the present tense, I felt it would better reflect my skills if I updated it. :)
Link on AO3
All page dividers were created or edited by me. If you’d like to use any of them, please message me. I make these to sell and offer sets of two for $3.
As soon as the door shuts behind him, your mouth is on his. If only to make him stop his snide remarks.
As his mouth moves against yours, he spins your bodies, turning them so that you are up against the door. Your grip on his hair tightens, and he lets out a moan. In turn, he slots one of his thighs between yours, giving you a delicious glimpse at the friction you already crave.
You moan as he moves his leg again, pushing the seams of your clothes against your sensitive parts. In response, he starts kissing down your neck, lightly sucking the skin there. He doesn't spend too much time in one spot, not wanting to leave lasting marks. Your breath hitches as he gently bites at sensitive skin along your collar bones.
You continue running your fingers through his hair as he works his way down your body, pausing to help you undress as he goes. With each button he opens, he lays a kiss on your skin. Your breath catches when he gets to the top of your pants. He looks up at you with hooded eyes as if asking for further permission. You nod your assent, and he flicks open the button on your pants.
He works your pants down your hips, taking your undergarments with them. You shivered when the heat of this breath puffs against your skin. You part your legs a little, silently asking for his attention. He smirks.
Surprisingly, he’s gentle and careful when he helps you out of your boots. He pointedly places them next to the door. He helps you step out of your pants and tosses them aside.
He kneels at your feet, getting comfortable on his knees, and nuzzles your belly. You squint at the surprisingly affectionate move. He starts kissing your body again, sucking and nibbling as he goes. When he reaches the edge of your curls, he looks up at you with a glint in his eye and smiles. Silently, he picks up one of your legs and places it on his shoulder. The cool air hitting your warm core sends shivers down your spine.
He takes his index finger and gently moves it through your folds, spreading the slick that begins to gather there. You moan as he circles your clit. Little by little, he does this and, with each pass, his finger slowly sinks further in. On the final pass, his thumb rests against your aching clit, and his finger sinks in all the way. He curls it against your sweet spot, and your knee nearly buckles.
Your moans get louder and more impassioned when he leans forward and lifts your other leg over his shoulder. With your shoulders pressed against the door, he flicks his tongue against your clit, never stopping the movements of his finger. Just as you think you can't take anymore, and the heat in your belly is about to boil over, he slides his finger out. You huffed in frustration.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I got you.” He says, whispering it against your core, just loud enough for you to hear.
One of your hands lands in his hair, and you thread your fingers through the strands and pull forward, pressing his nose against your skin.
He laughs a little before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, and You let out a desperate sound. While you're distracted by the sensation, he slowly dips two fingers inside your heat and curls them deliciously against your sweet spot. While he rapidly moves the tips of his fingers against the bundle of nerves inside, he sucks and flicks his tongue against the bundle of nerves on the outside. You see stars as your first orgasm of the night sweeps over you and takes your breath away. He moans into you as your grip on his hair becomes almost painful when the sensations take over you.
He doesn't stop his ministrations until you whimper in discomfort, helping you ride through the peak of the orgasm and through the aftershocks. He slowly removes his fingers and swipes his tongue through your folds, gently tasting you. He hums in approval at the flavor.
You let go of his hair and allow your hand to fall to your side. He pulls away, gently settling your feet on the floor. When he’s sure your steady, he rises to his feet.
“How about we move to a more comfortable spot.” He tilts his head toward the bed.
You nod, not trusting your voice, still panting and trying to catch your breath.
He kicks his boots off and tosses them next to yours using his feet. As he removes his clothes, he throws them one by one in the general direction yours landed. He starts to remove his undergarments but stops. You huff in annoyance.
He wraps his arms around your hips, hands grabbing the swell of your ass, and lifts, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you to the bed and lowers you down. You make a noise of displeasure as you’re reminded that the mattress is still bare. The noise is quickly replaced with a moan as he wraps his lips around one of your nipples and sucks, adding a little pressure with his teeth. He moans as you work your fingers through his hair, tugging his head towards your other breast.
As he works back and forth, teasing, biting, and sucking, he puts weight on one hand and uses the other to knead your breast, adding to the pleasure. You moan and buck your hips, trying to get more friction, but he’s leaning over you with just enough space between you that you can’t reach.
“In a hurry, sweetheart?” he asks, a devilish grin on his face. You glare but manage to refrain from smacking him. He seems to sense this and laughs a little.
As an answer, you hook your toes in the waistband of his underwear and use your feet to work them down his hips. He pulls away from you and slides them the rest of the way off his legs. He leans back into you; the weight of his hard cock is heavy on your thigh. He leans forward, his knees shifting so that his thighs are as close to you as they can get, and hungrily kisses you, grinding down and pressing the weight of his body into yours, teasing you by thrusting his hips a little. You moan into his mouth, your grip tightening in his hair.
He pulls away and looks at you intently.
“Well?” you huff, “are you going to make bedroom eyes at me all night, or are you going to fuck me?”
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m just getting started.”
You glared at him again, “Don’t call me that,” you grit out between clenched teeth.
“As you wish, Commander.”
You roll your eyes.
He shifts his weight so that he can grip his cock. There’s just enough space between you so that you can see what he’s doing. He strokes it gently, sliding the foreskin back. You lick your lips at the sight of the smooth, glistening head. Leaning away from you a bit more so he has more room to work, he slides it through your folds, coating it with your slick. You buck your hips a little as his skin slides against yours in the best way. Still sensitive from earlier, your breath hitches as the head of his cock catches on your clit. You buck your hips again and whine a little.
Slowly, he presses into you then pulls out again. He does this several times, sinking further in each time. In the final pass, he sinks all the way in and stops moving. The intensity of the sensation is almost too much to take as you both adjust to it. He seems to start trembling, waiting for you to let him know he can move.
“If you don’t move, I’m going to strangle you,” you tell him through gritted teeth.
“Like this, sweetheart?” He slides out and roughly thrust in. He groans, but you practically growled at the nickname. You’re quickly distracted as he leas down and sucks a nipple into his mouth again, working in time with his thrusting hips.
Just as you think you can’t take anymore, he pauses to adjust himself. You make a noise of protest, and he teases you some more. He doesn't thrust his hips; instead, he moves his mouth around wherever he can reach, nibbling and sucking. You huff out in frustration.
You squint at him when he decidedly ignores you in favor of a particularly sensitive spot. Having had enough of his teasing, you get a wicked grin on your face as you plan your next move. You unlock your ankles from behind his back, squeeze his hips with your thighs, push on his shoulders with both hands, and flip the both of you so that you are on top. He lands on his back, a shocked expression non his face.
“What? You were taking too long!” you bit out.
Without warning, you reach back, position his cock head at your entrance, and slowly sink onto it. You both moan, and you grab both his hands to use them for leverage so you can better ride him. You pick up the pace once you get used to the new position. The sounds coming out of the both of you are sinful. You lift up and slam down, harder and harder. The ache in your hips and thighs builds into a delicious burn. He works one of his hands out of yours and pulls your face close to his, and kisses you. You moan into his mouth as he swirls his tongue against yours.
Breaking the kiss, you nibble and suck your way down his chest, leaving marks on his skin as your bodies move together. He throws his head back at the sensations and shamelessly groans. You can feel his body tensing under yours, and you know he’s close. You card your fingers through his hair and bite under his jaw, only to lick the sting away, sucking a little and leaving another mark.
His building climax feeds into your own, and you lean back, putting your weight on his thighs.
“Touch me,” you prompt.
“As you wish, Commander,” he grins up at you.
You ground down on him, causing him to groan. As he reaches up and grabs your breasts, you reach down with one hand and rub your clit. You rock your hips in aborted thrusts, and he thumbs at your sensitive nipples. The coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter, and the sounds you both made get louder and louder.
Your orgasm crests, washing over you like a tidal wave. He plants his feet and grabs your hips. You rush to grab the headboard as he thrusts into you, using your orgasm to milk his own. He groans out loudly as his hips meet your ass in one strong, final thrust, and you feel him pulsing inside you.
Slowly, he lowers himself back down, and you let go of the headboard, leaning forward, resting your forehead against his. You catch your breath and smile. He laughs a little, the air puffing across your face.
Gently, he helps you off him, and you both lay on your sides, facing each other.
“Well. At least we don’t have to change the sheets,” you muse.
He let out a bark of laughter and throws one of his arms over his eyes. “Yeah,” he agreed, still smiling.
If you like what you’ve read here, please consider Buying Me A Cup Of Coffee! - bold is a link to your Ko-Fi. If you'd like to commission something, please see my pinned post on my blog.
I need to make some extra money ASAP, so I am opening my commissions!
Universes I will write for:
MCU
Teen Wolf
Supernatural
Criminal Minds
Characters I will write for:
MCU: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Loki, and Thor
Teen Wolf: Almost everyone except background characters or those who were only around for a couple of episodes
Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Benny Lafitte, Bobby Singer, Crowley, Rowena, and Gabriel
Criminal Minds: Spenser Reid, Derek Morgan, and Penelope Garcia
RPF I will write for:
MCU: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Robert Downy Jr, Jeremy Renner, Tom Holland, and Tom Hiddleston
Teen Wolf: Ian Bohen, JR Bourne, Dylan O’Brien, and Tyler Hoechlin
Supernatural: Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles, and Jared Padalecki
Content I WILL write for:
General Content:
fluff
angst with a happy ending
pregnancy
♕ smut
a/b/o - EXCEPT for the Teen Wolf universe
any slash between any listed characters - EXCEPT underage Peter Parker + anyone else | Crossovers can be discussed
RPF slash and RPF reader inserts can be between any actors, regardless of the universe they act in.
reader inserts (any gender)
love triangles
polyamorous relationships
☘ mostly any AU not listen below
☘ most tropes
☘ if you are unsure, please ask. I am better at some than others.
♕ you MUST be age 18 or older! (if your age isn’t listed on your blog, you must include your birthday in the first message you send me about this. I will not write smut for underage people. Period.)
Kinks:
☘ mostly anything not listed below
☘ if you are unsure, please ask. I haven’t heard of them all and may need to expand the list below lol
Content I will NOT write for:
General Content:
Non-con
dub-con
underage smut of any kind (including stories of younger versions of adult characters)
mpreg is negotiable
Teen Wolf AU: without werewolves
gender-swapping a single character/making a cis character trans (other gender expressions are negotiable)
sex/relationship between victim + abuser
Professor + student AU
Bucky Barnes without a prosthetic arm
Kinks:
humiliation kink (I am not good at writing this at all)
lack of aftercare
anything involving: urine, scat, or blood (period sex is the exception as long as it isn’t graphic)
Prices:
Writing Smut for a fic you are currently writing:
3¢ per word. (I will need access to your fic to read it, so I can get a feel for your story before I start writing. I will write the scene in a separate Google Document page that you will have access to. We will be in contact every step of the way. The same rules apply as above. You MUST credit me in the post it appears in once you publish.)
Headcanon:
Sfw: $3/character
Nsfw: $6/character
Fics:
All fics, regardless of length, are 2¢ per word. Nsfw scenes are 3¢ per word. (NSFW scenes means NSFW. Implied sex and teasing don’t count. blatant sex and nudity do.)
Please note that all the lists are subject to change at any time. Also, all fics/fic excerpts will be posted on my Patreon a week before they are posted on AO3 and Tumblr, but YOU will get a copy of your commission as soon as it’s finished. All headcanons will be posted on AO3 the day they are posted on Tumblr. If you are asking for a headcanon, please post your question in with your coffee purchase, as well as sending me an ask on Tumblr. That way, I can keep track of who is asking what and who donated what. If you want to commission a fic, please send me an Ask on Tumblr, off anon, and please include your discord name. It is MUCH more manageable for me to talk through Discord than any other message system.
I need to make some extra money ASAP, so I am opening my commissions!
Universes I will write for:
MCU
Teen Wolf
Supernatural
Criminal Minds
Characters I will write for:
MCU: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Loki, and Thor
Teen Wolf: Almost everyone except background characters or those who were only around for a couple of episodes
Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Benny Lafitte, Bobby Singer, Crowley, Rowena, and Gabriel
Criminal Minds: Spenser Reid, Derek Morgan, and Penelope Garcia
RPF I will write for:
MCU: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Robert Downy Jr, Jeremy Renner, Tom Holland, and Tom Hiddleston
Teen Wolf: Ian Bohen, JR Bourne, Dylan O’Brien, and Tyler Hoechlin
Supernatural: Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles, and Jared Padalecki
Content I WILL write for:
General Content:
fluff
angst with a happy ending
pregnancy
♕ smut
a/b/o - EXCEPT for the Teen Wolf universe
any slash between any listed characters - EXCEPT underage Peter Parker + anyone else | Crossovers can be discussed
RPF slash and RPF reader inserts can be between any actors, regardless of the universe they act in.
reader inserts (any gender)
love triangles
polyamorous relationships
☘ mostly any AU not listen below
☘ most tropes
☘ if you are unsure, please ask. I am better at some than others.
♕ you MUST be age 18 or older! (if your age isn’t listed on your blog, you must include your birthday in the first message you send me about this. I will not write smut for underage people. Period.)
Kinks:
☘ mostly anything not listed below
☘ if you are unsure, please ask. I haven’t heard of them all and may need to expand the list below lol
Content I will NOT write for:
General Content:
Non-con
dub-con
underage smut of any kind (including stories of younger versions of adult characters)
mpreg is negotiable
Teen Wolf AU: without werewolves
gender-swapping a single character/making a cis character trans (other gender expressions are negotiable)
sex/relationship between victim + abuser
Professor + student AU
Bucky Barnes without a prosthetic arm
Kinks:
humiliation kink (I am not good at writing this at all)
lack of aftercare
anything involving: urine, scat, or blood (period sex is the exception as long as it isn’t graphic)
Prices:
Writing Smut for a fic you are currently writing:
3¢ per word. (I will need access to your fic to read it, so I can get a feel for your story before I start writing. I will write the scene in a separate Google Document page that you will have access to. We will be in contact every step of the way. The same rules apply as above. You MUST credit me in the post it appears in once you publish.)
Headcanon:
Sfw: $3/character
Nsfw: $6/character
Fics:
All fics, regardless of length, are 2¢ per word. Nsfw scenes are 3¢ per word. (NSFW scenes means NSFW. Implied sex and teasing don’t count. blatant sex and nudity do.)
Please note that all the lists are subject to change at any time. Also, all fics/fic excerpts will be posted on my Patreon a week before they are posted on AO3 and Tumblr, but YOU will get a copy of your commission as soon as it’s finished. All headcanons will be posted on AO3 the day they are posted on Tumblr. If you are asking for a headcanon, please post your question in with your coffee purchase, as well as sending me an ask on Tumblr. That way, I can keep track of who is asking what and who donated what. If you want to commission a fic, please send me an Ask on Tumblr, off anon, and please include your discord name. It is MUCH more manageable for me to talk through Discord than any other message system.
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