Siren pod that was going to eat you but you were just so soft and cute that they keep you around as their little egg incubator.
You’re fed the finest fish they catch, they just adore you! It’s a little scary when they transform into monstrous creatures and devour humans within seconds, but soon they’re back to you, cooing and fawning over your swollen belly.
Some sing to you at night, liking how woozy and whiny you get under their influence while they pump you full of more slimy eggs! Your tummy is already so full and stretched out, but you can’t really complain when you’re being fucked and pampered just for keeping their eggs warm.
Their siren songs keep you docile if you’re trying to escape or try and fight back. But who would want to when you’re treated like their sweet lil princess? They may not completely understand how to treat a human, but they try so hard…
They’re an all male pod, and so happy they have a female to play with! Though they get all sad and sing sorrowful songs when you have to go on land to recuperate and sleep. They’re upset that you can’t live full time with them in the water…
And when you get back they’re all purring and chirping, singing happy songs as they reach their webbed hands out to caress your big belly!
Imagine trying to have a normal Halloween party but all of your guests are REAL monsters that are horny as FUCK.
You see a fairy prince rubbing his bulge as you walk by, some werewolves eyeing your hips with each step, and you swear those “fake” vampire teeth just got longer as if getting ready to sink into your neck-
You’ve gotta stop having open invite parties unless you’re ready to feel tentacles and knots stretching you out.
Humans are cute, and you’re a particularly intriguing snack to monsterkind. With those plump hips and soft tummy, they’re about ready to tackle you and get to making babies.
A few drinks in and your giggling as a bottle spins. You end up in a closet with something you can’t quite comprehend and leave with your panties soaked with viscous black fluid and mind numb.
Some pretty vampire boys take turns kissing you, their cold fingers traveling down your body. It’s only later that you realize they’ve begun drinking from your neck, you’re too buzzed to even notice the pain.
Your pussy gets played with by an incubus who doesn’t even try to hide his flicking tail. Not like you’d notice anyways, you’re too focused on the feeling of his tongue swirling your clit.
Several cocks enter you that night, some slimy and long, others short at first before growing longer and thicker once they cum. By the end of your night they’ve all left some sort of claim on you, and you’ll be visited by different monster suitors until you pick which one to mate with.
You’ve got the sight after all, even if you’re not aware of it yet, and monsters prefer a human that came see them when they’re plowing into them.
Hopefully next time you’ll actually realize you’re getting pounded by actual monster cock, though.
A neighbor fished this lil guy out from under a car. He nor anyone else could take it home, so now He's chowing down in my kitchen. He's very sweet, shockingly no fleas, but he is very much in need of vet care. I think he might be blind in at least one eye as it is clouded over, but he is catching movement. He's eating well after I cleaned off all the gunk on his face and did a cat eyewash to clear them out, but he definitely needs a vet.
So here's the deal, I will drop my full body drawings to $50 to have a fundraiser to get this baby to the doctor and maybe eventually into a proper foster home. Please, please, if you can, please help. Here are some examples of my work:
when sherlock said “taking your own life. interesting expression, taking it from who? once it's over, it's not you who'll miss it. your own death is something that happens to everyone else. your life is not your own, keep your hands off it.” i almost cried
𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 || it's a shame you and the rest of your siblings don't get together more often; in fact, it takes the death of your adopted mother for all of you to see each other again. but two of your brothers have been anticipating your return more than you could ever realize.
𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 || 5.3k
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 || smut (INCEST, oral f and m receiving, threesome, spitroasting, facefucking/throatfucking, orgasm control, degradation/praise, spanking and pain kink; slightly dub con due to emotional manipulation), mention of past voyeurism, dacryphilia/crying during sex, parental death (see summary)
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It was funny, now, to remember how ashamed Bucky used to be for his crush on his little sister; for years he starved and ignored his affection for you, until he caught Steve red-handed.
Well, maybe white-handed would be a better term. White-handed having just stroked himself while peeking on you in the shower. Since then, Bucky and Steve realized it would be easier to work together to get you than to compete for you and be jealous of each other.
The difficult thing was that siblings tend to grow apart once they've all moved out, and you seemed perfectly fine with that. They tried to call and write to keep in touch, but you never really reciprocated. In fact, when your mother passed, Steve and Bucky almost worried you would skip the funeral and they'd lose contact with you for good.
But you made it, and even in such a somber context they struggled to contain themselves seeing you in a little black dress as you walked into the church.
"Mom was a great woman," Bucky began stereotypically in his eulogy. "I know everyone says that about dead people. But in this case, most of you here know how true it is. She adopted fourteen children throughout her life; I'm so glad all of us could be here today, bringing with us all eight of her sons- and daughter-in-law and all nineteen of her grandchildren."
His eyes scanned the massive crowd and the rag-tag family, all shapes and sizes and colors, all smiling and teary-eyed as they gathered to bury the woman who cared for them so tenderly.
"Some of you were with Mom since you were born. Some of you were adopted at 16 and 17 and left just a few years later to make your own lives. All of us were blessed to be chosen by her. Thank you all for coming."
Bucky decided to end it there before he got emotional, and after the last of the burial rites had been made and Mom's ashes were interred, some of the siblings and spouses gathered at the old house-- Steve and Bucky lived there now, keeping the place together as best they could-- for some food and old memories.
Steve dipped away from the crowd and its bittersweet chatter and went upstairs, finding you in your old room. "Hey, what are you doing in here?"
"Admiring how much it all’s changed," you explained, looking back at him for only a moment before returning your gaze to the wall, decorated in pictures— only one of which was yours. "How many kids moved through here after I left?"
"I dunno, Bucky and I were long gone by then," he shrugged. You nodded a little, glancing at his lapel.
"Nice suit, by the way," you mumbled.
"Thanks, you look good, too," he returned. "Kinda surprised you didn't bring anyone with you, I've met a lot of great husbands and wives today... and a few less-than-great ones."
You snorted a little. "Yeah? Tara always had a taste for shit."
Steve admired your honesty, even with its bluntness, and you were right to assume that it was Tara's husband he was referring to.
"I could harass you for coming alone," you offered.
"It's not a surprise, is it?" he smirked.
"I think it is, what's the hold up? No time to date or what?"
"I have time," he corrected.
You raised an eyebrow. "Just can't find the right girl?"
"I found the right girl," he countered, stepping a little closer.
"Huh? When?"
"A long time ago," he smiled.
You wrinkled your brow, and he liked how cute you look all confused like that. "Do I know her?"
"Not as well as you think you do," he answered cryptically.
Just in time, Bucky opened the door. "Oh, hey, I was wondering where you two went," he greeted, shutting the door behind him— and, when you weren’t looking, silently locking it. "What are we doing?"
"We're grilling Steve on his mystery crush," you informed him. Bucky gave Steve a questioning look, but when Steve met it with a glare, he seemed to get the picture.
"Sounds like fun," he smiled.
"Do you know who it is?" you realized, pointing at Bucky.
"I have a few guesses," he chuckled.
"Well, tell me about her!" you demanded.
"What does it matter to you?" Steve wondered. "I didn't think you wanted to be close."
You winced; he regretted getting a bit defensive, and mumbled an apology. "No, it's okay," you shook your head, "you're right. I don't really have any right to know. But just because I've been quiet doesn't mean I wanted to be a stranger to you, Steve. You, too, Buck-- I'm sorry I've been hard to reach lately."
"It's no trouble," Bucky assured you.
"The truth is, I didn't want to come alone," you admitted. "I felt weird about bringing somebody. I felt weird about going through this by myself."
"You aren't by yourself, sweetheart, we're here," Bucky soothed, stepping closer as you wiped a small tear from the corner of your eye. He rubbed your arm a little and you sniffled quietly.
"Yeah, but that's... it's different," you explained awkwardly. "I think there's something about funerals that makes people want to have sex."
Steve almost choked on nothing, catching a quick look from Bucky. This is our chance, it said without words.
"Funerals make you horny?" Bucky chuckled, noticeably not letting go of your arm. "That's... abnormal."
"No, they don't make me horny, I just mean that grieving is complicated. It reminds us of our mortality. And I guess that makes us want to appreciate living more."
"That's fair," Steve decided. "Is sex the best way to appreciate living?"
"It's my personal favorite," you laughed, voice getting a bit deeper with your innuendo.
"I can sponsor that philosophy," Bucky grinned.
"We wanna be here for you, however you need," Steve assured, that firm-yet-soothing voice perfect for times like this.
"Don't say that, it sounds weird..." you sighed.
"Why? What's weird about it?" Bucky pressed.
"Well, ‘cause of what I just said. There are ways you guys can't help me through this," you clarified.
Steve shook his head. "I don't believe that. I think we can do anything for each other; I think we should."
You raised an eyebrow, like you weren't sure what he meant by that. Or, like you did know what he meant, but didn't quite believe it yet. Those eyebrows went up high when Steve leaned in a little closer, but you couldn't move away as Bucky embraced you.
"Steve," you said, as if you wanted his attention even though you already obviously had it.
"You know how much we love you, right?" Steve asked you quietly, closer now than ever as his eyes moved from meeting yours to staring down at your lips.
"Steve," you whispered again, almost like you wanted him to stop. Almost. He ignored it and kissed you, soft and gentle, cradling the back of your neck in his hand. Bucky kept his grip on your waist and watched you carefully give into it, hesitant at first but then kissing your brother back. Though he had to swallow down a tinge of jealousy, his cock started to fill as well at the sight.
When your lips broke away and your eyes fluttered open, your gaze met Bucky's nervously-- like you were looking for his approval. You must have seen his need instead, his burning passion, because you seemed a little intimidated.
"We shouldn't do this..." you mumbled, trailing off.
"Yeah, probably not," Bucky agreed, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you in to kiss him. He wasn't as gentle as Steve, now that you were getting used to this. He had to move his grip to the back of your head to move you how he wanted, kissing you deep and hard right away; you made a little noise, like a moan or a yelp, and it was cut off by him pressing his lips on yours harder, sliding his tongue further into your mouth.
Call it aggressive if you want, but he felt you shake a little; your knees were getting a bit weak.
Steve all but pulled your face away to kiss you again, a little more desperate now, like he was jealous of Bucky's intensity with you and wanted to give it a shot. Bucky moved to kiss your neck instead, growling slightly as he fought the urge to rub his body up against yours; he was so fucking hard already. Only you ever got him this hard this fast, and he hadn't felt like this since you were all teenagers and this was just a sick little fantasy. Now it was real, surreal even, and it was better than he imagined it could be.
You moaned, properly this time, as he grazed his teeth over your pulse, and he smiled against your skin. "God, you're so beautiful," he whispered to you, spinning your back to press you into Steve's form; your back was to his chest, Bucky sinking to his knees before you as Steve held your face up to kiss you from behind. Bucky licked and kissed over your legs through your pantyhose, reaching up under your dress to slowly pull them down to gather at your ankles.
He couldn't find the wherewithal to tease you much now, he didn't know if you were going to sober up and push them away soon, so he had to act quickly. Kissing up your legs, he gently slid your dress up higher and higher until your panties were exposed and he could kiss your thighs.
You whimpered when he kissed you through the panties, and he saw your eyes open and your face break away from Steve's to look down at him. "Bucky," you mumbled, clearly a bit disoriented but not looking like you wanted him to stop. If anything, your eyes were begging him to keep going, to give you more.
He silently met your gaze as he reached up to pull the underwear down; though Bucky never broke eye contact, Steve was transfixed on the fabric sliding down your legs, on your pussy exposed as you shivered in his arms.
"Can I taste you?" Bucky asked, and you stammered over several different answers.
"Say yes, baby," Steve encouraged you, whispering right into your ear.
"Yes," you sighed, and Bucky pounced immediately, burying his face between your legs and lapping at you eagerly. "Oh, fuck," you moaned, head falling back onto Steve's broad shoulder as your legs shook around Bucky's head. Steve smiled at your expression, eyes heavy-lidded and swollen lips gone slack; totally cockdrunk already and you hadn't even seen their cocks yet. But Steve gave you a little preview by pressing himself up against the small of your back, seeing your eyes widen a bit at the feeling of his erection.
"How's she taste?" he asked his brother.
"So fuckin' good," Bucky growled, only breaking away from you as briefly as possible before diving back in and shoving his tongue inside you. Steve could almost tell what Bucky was doing just by watching your face. You bit your lip as Bucky sucked harder on your clit, and Steve was so overcome by the sight that he had to grab your hand and guide it to rub his cock through his suit trousers.
He had to close his eyes for a moment just to control himself; feeling your hand on him was like a lifetime of fantasies coming true. You didn't just let him move your hand for you, either... you explored him yourself, doing your best to all but jerk him off through his pants. He almost lost it when you reached down to cup his balls.
"Fuck," Steve hissed, "you're being so naughty, rubbing my cock like that."
Your darkened eyes twinkled a bit, and he leaned in to kiss that smug smirk right off your lips. He wanted to taste every moan that Bucky made you let out, and through the kiss Steve caught a glimpse of you rocking your hips onto Bucky's face.
"Are you close?" Steve asked you quietly, feeling you nod and try to kiss him again; but he wouldn't have that, not yet.
He picked you up suddenly, making you yelp quietly in shock as he tossed you back onto the bed. Bucky stood up and the two of them descended upon you, Steve opening your legs while Bucky kissed you with a mouth still coated in your taste.
"I wanted you, for so long," Steve admitted between teasing licks to your cunt, holding your thighs open to get a good look at his little sister's pussy. "In this bed, too. Thought about you so many times, about taking you here."
"Oh god," you groaned, muffled by Bucky's kiss. Steve smiled proudly when he saw you reach up to wrap your arms around Bucky's neck; there was no running from it now, you obviously wanted this and they were both more than happy to give it to you.
Steve ate you out with a bit more sensitivity than Bucky, preferring to keep you desperate and on the edge as much as possible. Sometimes all he would do was circle your clit with his tongue, other times he would hold your thighs tight and just dig in; you didn't seem to mind the unpredictability, your legs already shaking and clamping down on his head.
"No coming yet, sweetheart, I think Steve has bigger plans for you," Bucky cooed when you whined in disappointment as Steve pulled away again.
"Much bigger plans," Steve agreed as he sat back to palm his cock through his pants before unzipping his fly. They both laughed at the way you watched his hands like a hawk.
"Wanna see your brother's cock that bad?" Bucky taunted. "Can't blame you for being curious. You probably had to hear his girlfriends screaming through those thin walls each time he brought somebody home."
"I think you liked hearing it, huh?" Steve added. "You probably pressed your ear up against the wall, even though it made you feel sick to imagine me like that."
"I was just a kid..." you defended. Not in the 'I was just a kid, I didn't know about that stuff' way, though. Moreso in the 'I was just a kid, you can't blame me for being attracted to my own brothers' way.
"No, don't be embarrassed, it's okay," Bucky soothed. "It's good, it's alright. Doesn't it feel right, being with us now?"
But you were too distracted to answer, because Steve opened his pants and pulled his cock out and you were blinking rapidly as you stared at it. "Fuck," you moaned.
Steve saw your pussy clench just from looking at it. He knew it was going to be a struggle to keep from just slamming right into you, ignoring your pain and finally claiming you. He made a silent promise to himself to be gentle and ease it in, but he had to grip his cock tight to stop it from throbbing already.
"You're gonna take it all, right?" Bucky asked you, dead serious.
"Y-yes, I'll try," you sighed, looking up at Bucky as Steve began to rub himself over your entrance. "You can have my mouth, while he fucks me..."
Bucky smiled at your generous offer. "No, I think I'll just watch your face for now. Wanna see you take him for the first time."
You seemed embarrassed that he turned down your blowjob, and honestly, he liked how you looked like that. He cradled your face and stroked your cheek gently as Steve teased you, pushing his head just slightly against your opening, not even going in yet.
"You're soaking wet, and I still don't know if it's gonna fit," Steve warned. "Just don't get too loud in case somebody hears us."
"You know how thin the walls are," Bucky added with a wink.
But he had to bite his lip as he watched your mouth fall open, Steve having just barely put his head inside you. He wasn't even past the ridge of it yet and you were starting to look fucked-out. Another inch and you were gasping, gripping Bucky's arms hard as he nodded slightly in encouragement.
Steve slid forward again and your eyes rolled back. "F-fuck, is that all of it?" you whimpered.
"Baby, this isn't even halfway," Steve cooed, and you whined as he gave you a little more.
"You can take it," Bucky promised, "c'mon, be our good girl and take Stevie's cock." You groaned deeply as he pushed in more, and Bucky spared a glance at your spread legs. "So close, just a little more and he'll be all the way inside you."
"I can't, I— oh, I can't," you whined, but Bucky soothed you gently.
"Shh, you can do it," he encouraged, "so fuckin' close, baby, just a little more..."
You choked when Steve slid that last bit in, the sound almost drowned out by Steve's loud moan. "Oh god," he breathed, "sweetheart, you're so perfect, you feel fucking perfect..."
Bucky kissed a small tear away from the corner of your eye, feeling how hot your cheeks were. "It's okay to cry," Bucky whispered.
"Did you let yourself cry yet?" Steve wondered, staying still inside you to let you adjust. You were one of the few who hadn't been very emotional during the service. You shook your head.
"Let it out, baby, we're right here, it's all gonna be okay," Bucky promised.
You slowly let yourself begin to sob, clutching at Bucky as Steve slowly moved within you. Soon enough, you adjusted, and your whimpers of pain melted into sobs of pleasure. Bucky loved seeing you submit to it all, realizing that this was what you’d been waiting for all this time.
“Feels good?” he asked you, seeing you bite your lip and nod. “You like getting fucked by your brother, huh?”
“Yes,” you sighed, tightening your grip on Bucky’s bicep, “fuck, it feels good…”
"Ever been this full, baby?" Bucky taunted, smiling when you shook your head. "Yeah, didn't think so. But you're taking it so good..."
The praise obviously had an effect on you, a needy whine escaping your lips.
“You want it a little harder, don’t you?” Bucky teased, seeing you start to rock harder with each of Steve’s thrusts the second you nodded. “How deep is it baby?” he asked gently.
Instead of answering, you grabbed his hand and guided it to your stomach, where Bucky could feel the tip of Steve’s cock poking you from the inside, right by your belly button.
“How deep do you want me in you?” Bucky continued, grinning when you brought his hand up to your throat and wrapped his grip around it. He couldn’t say no to that, not twice; he hastily opened his belt and fly, letting you get a good look at his cock as he stroked it above your face before teasingly running the tip around your open lips. “Ohh, fuck,” he sighed as you finally got your lips around it and started to suckle, gently exploring him with your tongue, “baby, you’ve got such a sweet fuckin’ mouth.”
He pushed his hips a bit to force his cock deeper, just the tip of him making you gag already. Your jaw was extended wide, your throat bobbing as you struggled to breathe or swallow, and Bucky couldn’t get enough of it. “She looks good sucking cock,” Steve noted, making Bucky take a glance at the man roughly plowing into you.
“I’ll say,” Bucky agreed. “Feels good, too— who taught you to suck cock like that, huh baby? Were you being a bad girl when we told you to stay away from guys in high school?” he asked you mockingly.
They both laughed when you nodded.
“Aww, shoulda known,” Bucky smirked, “you were always too pretty to be a good girl. But you can still be our good girl.”
Bucky propped your head back with a hand behind your neck, getting the right angle to start forcing himself down your throat. With a little patience he was able to get in, and he accidentally pulled your hair as his fist tightened from shock at the pleasure.
“F-fuck,” he stammered, “Jesus Christ your throat is tight, you tryin’ to make me come already sweetheart?”
“I think she wants to swallow it,” Steve interjected, “she’s getting so wet from sucking you off.”
“What a little cumslut,” Bucky teased, “so eager to swallow your big brother’s come. You know, it’s funny that we’re siblings who don’t actually share any genetics…”
“‘Cause you’re gonna be full of our DNA by the time we’re through with you,” Steve finished with a chuckle.
Bucky started to thrust in earnest, filling your throat each time, watching the outline of his cock visible on your neck. When he gave you breaks to breathe, you moaned like he couldn’t describe: desperate, broken, animalistic. This was nothing like the innocent little sister he’d been crushing on when this all started… you were a woman now, so much had changed since then— maybe everything but his attraction to you.
Speaking of you being a woman, Bucky reached down to tear your dress open, his cock preventing you from protesting to the ruining of a perfectly good outfit, stripping you so he could grab at your tits as he fucked your face. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby, you were meant to be stuffed with cock like this…” he groaned.
When he gave you another break so you could catch your breath, you still used the time to run your tongue all over him and stroke just his head quickly. You even hungrily laved at his balls and he had to laugh at how unabashed you were.
“Had no idea our sweet little sister was such a fucking slut,” Bucky hummed. “Were you always like this? Or is it just for us?”
“Just you, fuck, Bucky, I just love the taste of your cock,” you admitted, and even Steve moaned a little louder when he heard that.
“God, I need to feel your pussy,” Bucky blurted out in a moan, and Steve thankfully took the instruction and pulled out of you as Bucky did the same. You seemed a little confused and upset to be suddenly empty, but it wouldn’t last long; Bucky grabbed and maneuvered you onto your hands and knees, kicking your legs apart to kneel between them as he slid himself over your drenched opening.
Steve, meanwhile, sat back on the bed, starting to grab your hair to guide you to suck him off before Bucky interjected.
“Look back at me,” he demanded, purring when your eyes met his— they were so dark, so desperate, and he could hardly believe this was the same girl who had been so hesitant before. “Yeah, that’s it,” Bucky praised, watching your face as he pushed himself into you.
But he couldn’t even manage to keep doing that, and his eyes fell shut in a moment; you felt so good he felt like he had to shut his eyes to cope with it.
“Fucking Christ, you’re still so tight even after taking Stevie,” he breathed, grabbing at your hips hard enough to bruise them. He opened his eyes to watch his cock stretching you open, hardly believing how wide he was splitting you. You didn’t seem to believe it either, with the way you whined at the stretch. Bucky wasn’t quite as long as Steve, but thicker, and your walls tightened around him so hard he started to see stars.
When you were starting to get your bearings again, Steve pulled your head down into his lap and pushed his cock against your face, smiling at you when you met his gaze and licked long, slow stripes up his cock. “You can taste yourself, can’t you?” Steve realized. “You can taste your pussy on me.”
“Tastes good,” you purred. “I like how we taste together.”
“You need to shut up, I don’t wanna hear you talking like a whore,” Steve growled, shoving his cock into your mouth and down your throat roughly. “Fuck, that’s better,” he sighed, bobbing your head with a tight grip on your hair.
With your mouth full, Bucky was compelled to fuck you harder, and soon enough he was slamming himself into you relentlessly, his thighs slapping into the back of yours so hard he almost worried someone else would hear (but, of course, he didn’t really have the energy to worry about that now).
“Fuck!” you screamed when you got a moment to breathe, drool and tears running down your face and chin from Steve’s brutality.
“Tell me how good my cock feels,” Bucky ordered you roughly. “Tell me how good I’m fucking you.”
“S-so good, Bucky, fuck,” you choked, stroking Steve’s cock as you tried to put a sentence together. “Your cock feels so good, f-fuck me just like that, as hard as you want, I’m all yours.”
“Fuck yeah you are,” Bucky agreed with a slap to your ass that made you moan even louder. “Oh fuck, you wanna be spanked more?”
He grinned when you nodded, though it fell quickly just from how hard he was breathing as a result of the exertion of fucking you this hard. He gave you two more slaps to your ass, watching you shudder with each one. “Do you know why you’re being spanked, baby?” Steve asked you, holding your face up by your chin and forcing you to look at him.
You shook your head.
“Because you’ve been a very bad girl,” Steve explained. “You know you’re not supposed to wanna fuck your brothers.”
“I’m sorry,” you gasped, “I’m sorry, I— ow!”
You yelped from another spank, and another— Bucky even pulled out for a second and gave you three incredibly hard ones before sitting back up to slam right back into you. By that point, your whole body was basically limp and your pussy was throbbing so hard it nearly hurt.
Steve fucked your throat a little more before he decided to just kiss you instead, guiding you to stroke him with his hand wrapped around yours. He mumbled praises against your lips, though he spoke them with such vitriol that they sounded more like insults somehow.
“You’re taking Buck so good, baby, such a good fucking girl,” Steve growled as you nodded and whined absent-mindedly. “I bet you wanna come, don’t you? I know you were so close to coming for me, you wanna come for Bucky now?”
You nodded again, and Steve smiled at you darkly.
“Not until I say so, sweetheart.”
You whimpered, though it turned into a sob as Steve reached down under you to rub your clit just beneath where Bucky was fucking you. “S-Stevie,” you sobbed, “please…”
“Just hold on a little longer and I’ll let you come,” Steve promised, though Bucky wasn’t so sure it was genuine. He understood why Steve would feel a little robbed of feeling you come for them for the first time, but he figured there would be plenty of chances to be inside you while you came; there was never any intention to stop at just one.
However, Steve kept his promise, holding you by your neck and staring right at you as he told you to come for Bucky, right then and there. And that you did, making the most perfect sounds and Bucky felt your body start to grip him tighter, pulsing and quivering to the point that he almost joined in and came inside you. But he barely managed to keep it together, stilling inside you and breathing through his teeth to try to hold it back.
“Feels good when she comes, huh?” Steve noticed.
Bucky couldn’t even speak, just nod with his eyes shut tight.
“My turn,” Steve grinned, pulling you off of Bucky’s cock and setting you into his lap. Bucky enjoyed the break to cool off a bit, even though his body cried out to feel more of your perfect heat around him. He watched with heavy eyes as Steve lined you up and sunk you down onto his cock, helping you bounce on him even when you were a bit spent from having just come.
It wasn’t just the soreness in your muscles that made it hard to move on top of Steve; you were so sensitive now that it was nearly too much, and in this position he went so deep that it made your head spin.
“Fuck, wasn’t sure it would fit, but I should’ve known my best girl can always take me,” Steve cooed proudly.
Bucky slowly stroked himself as he watched the scene unfold, Steve holding your hips tight and guiding you to grind against him. You shuddered with every movement, falling forward into him limply.
“Oh, poor thing, you’re so tired, aren’t you?” he realized. “But you’re already close to coming again for me. I wanna feel your pussy grip me as you come, sweetheart, don’t stop moving your hips…”
You whined and buried your face into his neck, gripping his shoulders and starting to move on your own carefully. Steve whispered his praises against your ear, running his hands all over your body— taking special care to squeeze and massage your tits, smiling when he realized your nipples were sensitive. You whimpered each time he pinched them, and Bucky decided to get back into action just in time to kiss you while Steve sucked on them.
Of course, he wasn’t satisfied with just that… he had to reach down between your and Steve’s bodies and pinch your swollen clit. “Bucky!” you whined into the kiss, making him laugh. There’s the annoying little sister I remember, he thought to himself.
“C’mon and come for Stevie, you don’t want him to feel left out do you?” Bucky smirked. “I know you’re close, just let it go, we’re right here, we’ve got you…”
Apparently it was all you needed, your fingers digging into Steve’s shoulders as you started to shake harder and moan louder. “That’s it,” Steve groaned, trying to praise you but quickly getting caught up in the way it felt to be inside you as you reached your high. Bucky kept kissing you but you were clearly unfocused, and soon Steve was lifting you up away from both of them to lay you back on the bed.
Some unspoken agreement took place as they knelt above you, and both having held themselves back for so long, it didn’t take too much time furiously stroking their cocks before they covered you in their come; your pussy got most of it, though there was still some on your face and tits and thighs. Even through the post-orgasm fog, you still moaned at the feeling of it. And when some of Steve’s come landed on your lips, you happily licked it up and swallowed it.
You were so in and out of awareness, drained completely by the experience, and before you knew it you saw them having recomposed themselves (because they had the benefit of untorn clothes— thanks for that one, Buck) and looking down at you spread wide on your childhood bed, spent and used.
“I get it now,” Steve explained quietly, “why funerals make people want to have sex.”
He sat beside you on the bed, leaning down to whisper to you.
“Because some people like all the wrong things. People like us…” he breathed. “Guess it runs in the family.”
And without another word, they quietly unlocked the door and left to return to the gathering. “We’ll tell them you left early, sweetheart,” Bucky explained just before he shut the door behind himself. “Just wait for us and we’ll be back soon to do it all over again. We have a lot of lost time to make up for.”
christos_lawton: Thanks to all of you for watching The Terror, I hope you all enjoyed watching me eat a boot. It was so much fun to film with such a brilliant, talented group of people. Here are some of us terrors behind the scenes! 🎞
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Firstly your writing is fire, be proud of yourself 🔥
Secondly, hear me out on this what about a clingy reader .. like idk maybe they were touch starved but once they get comfortable around the team they're just absolute super glue to whoever they're around 🙏 pretty please if you may -🐬
YESS THIS IS SO CUTE AAAAAAA
Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader
✦ Thunderbolts With a Clingy Reader Headcanons ✦
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✦ John Walker
You follow him around more than most, always hovering just a little too close, and at first, he’s kind of confused. “You uh... need something?”
But when he realizes it’s just your way of feeling safe? He doesn’t question it again.
He’s not super touchy, but he starts letting you hang onto his sleeve or stand behind him when things get loud.
Acts like it’s no big deal but definitely notices when you’re not around.
“Where’s the kid?” he asks one day, frowning like he didn’t mean to care that much.
Tries to help in practical ways. Carries your bag without asking. Buys extra snacks.
If you ever fall asleep leaning on him, he goes completely still and dead silent so he doesn’t wake you.
✦ Bob Reynolds
The first time you cling to him during a panic moment, he just wraps his arms around you like he was made for that. No hesitation, no awkwardness. Just calm, quiet presence.
He learns your patterns quickly.
“You hold your sleeve like that when something’s wrong,” he says softly one day. “Want to sit with me a while?”
Lets you shadow him everywhere. You trail behind him in the halls and he opens every door for you like it’s natural.
Sometimes he starts talking about the stars or light or memories when you’re anxious, just to distract you.
Doesn’t mind if you cling to his side, or hold his coat, or fall asleep mid-sentence near him.
He just keeps you grounded, like a quiet anchor.
✦ Alexei Shostakov
You grab his coat when you’re nervous, and he beams like you’ve given him a medal. “Ah! You seek comfort from mighty Red Guardian. Of course!”
Talks about you like you’re a tiny warrior who just needs rest before battle. “They have strong heart. Brave soul. Just need nap.”
Carries you sometimes. Like literally picks you up and says, “You are small. Is no problem.”
Tells loud, exaggerated stories to cheer you up, even if you’re half-asleep on his arm. “One time, I fought bear and man at same time. True story.”
Treats your clinginess like a badge of honor.
“They trust me. Means I am good father figure, da?”
✦ Ava Starr
You cling to her once and she straight-up panics inside. Doesn’t show it, just stiffen. “...You okay?”
But once she realizes it helps you calm down, she softens fast.
She’s not great with hugs, so she lets you cling to her sleeve or sit next to her in silence.
Starts to expect it, even waits for you to come find her.
Opens up more around you over time. Quietly mutters,
“It’s... actually nice. Having someone who sticks.”
Keeps her distance from most people. But not from you. You’re the one person allowed in her space, no questions asked.
✦ Yelena Belova
“You're like a cat. Always underfoot,” she says with a smirk when you won’t stop following her, but she never asks you to stop.
If you’re overwhelmed, she pulls you away from crowds and gives you gum, sunglasses, or a hoodie to hide in.
“There. You are anonymous. Like little spy.”
Lowkey likes being needed. Won’t admit it out loud, but when you cling, she leans in.
Gives you that rare, soft smile she usually hides.
Will absolutely knife someone (figuratively... probably) if they talk bad about your behavior. “Say that again. I dare you.”
✦ Bucky Barnes
At first? He’s kinda... confused by it.
You start standing close, brushing shoulders, clinging to his jacket sleeve, and he just looks at you like: “...You good?”
But once it clicks that it’s not just a phase, that it’s your way of feeling safe? He never pushes you off.
Doesn’t talk much about it, just lets it happen. Shifts so you’re always in arm’s reach.
One time you grabbed his metal hand during a stressful moment. You didn’t even realize it, but he did. Yet he didn’t pull away. Just curled his fingers around yours and kept walking.
He doesn’t do grand emotional speeches, but sometimes he’ll quietly say,
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