Hi Guys! Masterlist is a little naked rn but I'm working on uploading/ finishing up a few pieces. [Request are open, I only ask that you be patient and try to be specific with any scenarios. I'm more than willing to rewrite them if it's not quite what you envisioned.]
Imagines/Oneshots/ Blurbs
5S0S
Smoke Break C. H
Mirrors C.H
1D/ Members
Last Nerve H.S
Happy Father's Day 1/3 H.S
Happy Father's Day 2/3 H.S
Happy Father's Day 3/3 H.S
Marvel
Characters and Their Kinks Pt.1
Like I Can Thor Odinson
Jason McCann/Justin Bieber
Pancakes J.M
You're not Leaving Me J.M
Random/ Request
Request rules??idk I'm not strict
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Shadi, a former software developer, his mother and his sister will use these funds to continue to survive in war-torn Gaza, and hopefully leave once the Rafah Crossing opens once more.
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Mohammed Alanqer and his wife Enas Majed, along with their three children (now four, due to the recent birth of their son, Amir) hope to use these funds to escape Gaza when the Rafah Crossing reopens. In the meantime, they are stuck having to endure inhuamane conditions, with their son Adam suffering from viral hepatitis.
"what's your dream job??" Uhh to have 17 weird little hobbies that I don't have to be good at and hang out with friends. I get money via being the world's specialist little princess
You're probably wondering what happened. Blah blah blah college blah blah blah and a lot of other stuff including my old laptop breaking. Afterwards I just didn't have the motivation. Anyhow not to bore you! A promise is a promise and I intend to keep my word. Bucky and Calum content soon!
Okay, don't get me wrong here. I LOVE Jurassic Park. I love seeing their dinosaurs. But after watching Prehistoric Planet, and going back to look at this...
And then looking at this...
Notice how much healthier the second set looks? Their lips cover their teeth, they actually have fat on their bodies, their skin doesn't wrinkle like they're dehydrated. You can't see every single tendon and muscle move because you aren't supposed to. Dinosaurs are animals, not reptilian body-builders.
THIS is the kind of change I want to see in how we create realistic depictions of not only dinosaurs, but all prehistoric creatures. Paleoart has always had a huge issue with shrink-wrapping and making these animals look terrifying instead of making them look like, well, animals.
Get your Tyrannosaurs from responsible, DKC registered breeders! Anyone who says your rex should be skinny or 'thats just how they are' is lying to you.
the best way to support libraries is to use libraries. go get a card, check something out. not a big reader? they got movies. they got games. yes, like botw and fallout and let’s go eevee. they also have cds that yes, we workers know you take home and rip to your computer. we also do it.
if you have a well funded library you might even have access to maker spaces that have 3D printers. or video/audio recording equipment. libraries aren’t these tomb silent homes for books any more. they’re community spaces. they’re full of life and things.
put a middle finger up at jeffrey bezos and support your local library
Library worker here and can confirm all of these! I’m at a small-to-medium library and we offer ALL of this:
- wifi hotspots that can be checked out for weeks so you can have internet on the go or at home
- CDs, DVDs, blurays including usually multiple copies of new stuff
- A tech lab with a 3d printer, computers for graphic design and game dev focus, VR headsets, and a soundbooth for recording
- Study rooms for solo or groups
- Printers, copiers, faxes, and scanners for just about anything you need taken care of.
- Including a new printer big enough to make giant posters, maps, and business-grade ads.
- A seed library, both floral and food-related.
- A computer lab programed to erase your data and reading history so you’re never at risk while visiting sites like domestic abuse hotlines
- Laptops pre-programmed with Adobe and Office software so you don’t have to buy them
- Monthly author visits
- Ebooks including comics on tons of various platforms
- Classes for those who want to learn how to or better their computer skills
- Art you can check out to hang on your wall for as long as it’s available, including the work of local artists who get paid for their art, especially if it gets popular and we want even more of their stuff.
- Monthly papers ranging from local newspapers to multi-national magazines on just about any topic you can imagine.
- Notaries with extensive legal knowledge including renters rights, getting you in contact with immigration protection, and contacts with pro-bono lawyers.
- A connection with all the libraries in the state, so if we don’t have something, we can have it shipped to you within a matter of days.
- Books translated into multiple languages
- A donation bin for old books/DVDs/VHSes that often turn around and get sold for two or less dollars
- A food donation site for local food banks
- A “suggest a purchase” section on our site where you can support your favorite indie writers/musicians by suggesting their work if we don’t already have it
- We’re growing butterflies this year, and in prior years we hatched chickens! \o/
- An outreach program for the elderly and disabled who hand-deliver almost everything I’ve just mentioned
That’s a huge list and again I have to stress that I work at a library that’s not considered to be very large. And one of the biggest things we get rated by is not how many books we own but by how many people use all of those services I mentioned. They exist for YOU! Use them!
I just wanted to let you know that I'm working on the Winter Soldier and a Calum request! I have not forgotten and they should be done before the 30th. I look forward to publishing them for you.
Summary: This was a request from one of my co-workers who genuinely enjoyed my smut. It goes and I quote, " A Steve-Thor quarrel (because Sarah likes the pretty boys) where ultimately there's a happy ending with Thor and lots of sex."
Two members of the Avengers take a similar liking to y/n. After a night on the town, the next morning y/n makes a decision.
Warnings: Thor x Fem Reader, Oral Sex, Penetration, Choking, Mentions of spit, swearing, degradation, inappropriate use of Mjollnir.
Word Count: 5711
The night had been long, the team decided to ease some stress at a night club suggested by no other than Tony himself. It was some fancy place in New York, he said he could get all of us in with ease and that he did. The work week had been eventful to say the least and everyone was fond of the small distraction that was offered by the former genius, billionaire playboy, philanthropist. You had been working for S.H.E.I.L.D as an agent for some time now, frequently acquainting the members of the team on their missions. This week had been no different than the rest, but you found yourself always at odds between two particular members of the team.
At first you had not really noticed their subtle advances, but it had become clear that the two had taken a similar interest in you. Being the person you are, well being neutral seemed best- or so you thought. Thor radiated power, from his muscular build to his ambiance when he entered a room. The god of thunder had a way with words and the lightning from his fingertips, astonishing you every time. The beauty in his natural force, he embodied the storms he controlled. Beautiful, chaotic, strong, and purposeful. Steve was charming and fairly modest, exactly what you expected from the super soldier created in the 40’s. From your time together you had learned that he was extremely smart and talented, the man could draw. Usually after missions you would find a newly decorated post-it is lounging in the middle of your planner, not that you were complaining about it; in fact, you had started keeping each and every one of them. The one you received today was slightly different, it read ‘Save me a dance?- S.R.’ You smiled at the note considering his offer before heading home to get ready.
The lights beaming from above, the speakers pushing their vibrations through the room, the distant smell of alcohol in the air. You spotted the group before walking to the bar, so you didn’t look completely ridiculous in a room full of strangers- lost and wondering. “Well don’t you look like a breath of fresh air.” You smile at the familiar voice. You turn to look at the 100- year-old, he did look quite nice, blue was surely his color you noted seeing the way the fabric clings to him. “And just what are you having Rodgers?” He shrugs gently tapping his beer bottle to his lips before taking a gulp. “You know it’s funny,” You look at him inquiringly as the bartender hands you your vodka martini, “It’s more for taste now, I can’t really get drunk.” You nod understanding the serum probably played part in his lack of being inebriated. You could not but feel as if someone were staring at you, your eyes quickly scanning the crowded area but no luck finding the source of your discomfort. “Hey, now sunshine just because I can’t drink for fun doesn’t mean you cant for me.” Steve smiles at you pushing his bottle towards your lips watching them part as you willingly sip the carbonated beverage. “Shall we?” He grins taking your hand walking you to the dance floor.
You couldn’t remember the last time you let go, truly and wholeheartedly. Not long into your dance with Captain America himself, the others join in, well except the Asgardians. Bodies pressed closely, the vibrations pulsing from the floor to your feet. You and Nat are the first to depart from the group of heroes.
“Tequila!” She cheers handing you another small glass once you reach the table. You smile lost in a fuzzy haze, downing the bitter liquid. You look at the three figures seated curious as to why they weren’t drinking. “No darling, Midgardian liquor does nothing for us.” Loki answers. Confusing you even more until it strikes you, a brief mention in his file, he can read minds. “Oh.” You smile nodding along as Nat goes to greet another newcomer. Loki and Heimdall dismiss themselves to call it a night. It was suspicious but nevertheless, it left you and the blonde alone in a room full of people. “ You two look awfully fond of each other out there.” He states disrupting your thoughtless gaze. You nod at his observation, “he asked for a dance, I couldn’t say no.”
“And um” he clears his throat for a moment, “Would you say the same if I asked you?” You smile, seeing the god flustered for the first time granted you probably won’t remember this moment as clearly as you’d like to. “Uhuh.” He gets up placing one hand in front of him and the other behind him as he pulled you out from the booth. Your dance with Steve had been playful, innocent even. That was an extreme contrast to your dance with Thor. Enough in your system and more sultry music, the two of you left no room for Jesus. The way he grabbed your hips and pressed them flush towards his groin region excited your core, you whimpered at the contact before he pulled you towards him. However, this little scene did not go unnoticed in fact, Thor was making direct eye contact across the room to Steve as he pushed his hardening member onto you once more.
By the time you were all heading back to the tower, there had been obvious tension between the two, causing the small talk in the car to become stale after moments of outburst. You were seated between the two, still pretty buzzed from the night’s events. As you pulled down the black dress to expose less skin on your thighs, Thor’s hand came wrapping around the one most convenient for him, drawing small circles with the pads of his thumb. You were okay with it for the most part it was comforting. Not long after the American Broad was wrapping his arm around your neck pulling you closer to him. You feel your eyes becoming heavy, body welcoming the momentary rest, following Nat and Clint who are asleep in the car. When pulled into the tower Tony blasted the horn startling most of the group.
“Good morning hunny bunnies, hope you slept well.” He smiles behind his glasses opening the car. You wait as others evacuate the car, Rodgers helping you down from the steep step. Everyone says their goodbyes, not anticipating the headaches for tomorrow. The three of you were left as you step into the elevator. You laugh to yourself as the lights shine off the metal elevator, displaying in a funny matter. “Tonight was fun.” Steve said breaking the silence. “Indeed.” Thor smirked, “I suppose some of us had a bit more fun than others don’t you think?” You silently counted the seconds, hoping the doors would open and free you from this long-awaited event that was about you spiral before you. Steve’s eyebrows raise at his statement, enunciating each word, “How so Thor?”
“It’s just clear to me that only one of us truly knows how to excite a woman yeah?” Steve snickers shaking his head. “Unlike you I don’t want to just get in her pants.” The Asgardian god laughs, “ If I wanted to I would have.”
You raise an eyebrow his way. “Is that right?”
“Well, no dear I’m used to getting my way. Not my way of course, I’d give you the option to say no. I’ve never forced anyone to do anything besides you know follow the orders of the Kingdom but never in the same regards of which revolve around you but-” the elevator doors open pausing his momentary rant as Steve rolls his eyes snorting a ‘real smooth’ pressing the buttons to the main floor. “Listen, you both are great, but I don’t like mixing my work life and my personal life. There should be a balance of sorts.” You interject before Thor has the chance to go on again.
“Y/n. Who better to be with I mean really, no one’s every really going to understand what happens in our everyday lives better than our own?” You nod agreeing with Steve’s statement, enjoying the odd feeling from the metal cube elevating, defying gravity with it’s odd mechanics.
“You make a good point Stevie.” The second blondes jaw tightening to your use of the small nickname. Truth be told you knew it would get to him. You wanted to see just how far you could push the Asgardian. You couldn’t stop thinking about the way he held you on the dancefloor. His touch was aggressive but still gentle, it lingered all over your body desperately aching for more. They were similar in mind and heart but your attraction to Thor was fitting to the god himself, electric. As the doors open you leave the two power figures to rid of your shoes in the coat room, they had been causing some serious pinky toe aching. Upon your re-entry the room had an ere silence as the two stared at each other, the air thickening quickly, you could tell an exchange had occurred in the time you were gone and boy oh boy it was not a good one.
“Maybe the power of the Gods isn’t real, you know why?” Steve ask taunting the muscular god before him, finger pressing to his chest, “You’re not worthy Thor. Not of your hammer, not of your powers, and especially not of Y/n.” He scoffs at the supper soldier.
“And I suppose you are?” Your weight shifts between your feet as the pair continue insulting each other. “You could never treat her the way I can.” Steve spits at the slightly taller figure.
“Ah yes because the best thing in all of the universe is a midgarian man who is still stuck on his ex from 70 years ago. You don’t deserve her and you never will. You can never love her the way I love her. ” That’s the last remark that was heard before Steve lunged at Thor immediately causing you to intervene, “Stop it! The both of you.” The last remains of your alcohol induced happy state of mind slipping at the fingertips of two hot headed fools. “I don’t want to be with either of you.” A lie. You did in fact want to be with both of them, just not in the same way. Your love for Steve was evident in the same way you loved Wanda and Sam and the others. Thor excited you in ways you could’ve never imagined, supplying you with all things possible through just him. From the way he spoke to the authority he held. The way he tried his best to understand everyone, every conversation had you wanting more; to get lost in a sea of his thoughts, to hear his laugh that was golden like his hair. You take a look at the slightly bruised super soldier and the equally battered god before you, “Y/n don’t say that.” Steve pleads with a small frown etched on his face.
“Stevie even if I did, I can’t.”
“You could.” Thor suggest, hope lingering in his eyes silently making the same request as Steve. A tear falls down your face as you compose yourself, overwhelmed by the possible outcomes. “I think it’d be best if I leave.” You state wiping your face before heading to your room.
Alone with your thoughts was nothing new to you, however after today’s events, you couldn’t bear the thought of loosing Steve as a friend. You knew eventually you’d have to tell him how you really felt, you rub your temples knowing an emotional headache was bound to make itself present. Stripping yourself of the dress that had helped you with your discovery, changing into a t-shirt for the night and throwing your hair into a bun , your body welcomed the rest that awaited you.
The all too familiar sound infuriating buzzing began nearing 8:30 am. You groan realizing you never turned your alarms off, interrupting the little sleep you managed to get. You successfully got up to go to the bathroom and brush your teeth, tempted to get breakfast and then go back to sleep. You spit the remaining toothpaste into the sink, deciding to just sleep more. You jump seeing the multicolored flash appear before your feet. “Jesus Thor- Don’t do that.” You panic trying to catch your breath as the god appears in your room, the stray of lights leaving as fast as they came. “Right-uh sorry I just wanted to apologize-” You laugh, surprising yourself even. The way it ripples through your chest, hurting almost, tears briming at your eyes. “I’m far to tired and a bit too sober for my liking Thor.” You state walking to your bedroom door, motioning for him to leave.
“Do I seem to be in a gaming mood?”
You just shake your head. “The word you’re looking for is joking and quite frankly I’m tired of your games.”
“I’m not playing games with you Y/n, I meant every word I said. Steve doesn’t deserve you. He will never be able to adore you like I can,” He ushers, closing the proximity between the two of you with every phrase. “He’ll never love you as I do,” He towers over you leaning his arm against the wall, leaving you will no escape. Your breath hitches in your throat as he trails his finger from the side of your face to your collarbone, clearing your hair from the area. He leans down, whispering in your ear, “He’ll never fuck you like I can.”
You can feel the wetness pooling between your thighs as his lips leave soft kisses on your jaw, his hand entangling itself in your hair to keep your neck exposed to him, for him. “Thor stop-” Your own body betraying you allowing for a moan to escape your lips as the god of thunder assaults your neck, sucking at the skin, surly to leave a mark. His knee, finding its way between your thighs to stop your pathetic excuse of friction, a wine leaving your lips, desperately aching for any form of relief. “Be honest with me, do you really want me to stop?” He quirks an eyebrow at you examining your features. “Say the words and I’ll stop like I said, you have a choice.” With two fingers he traces your inner thighs, the t-shirt you chose to fall asleep in providing him access to your somewhat clothed womanhood. He snaps the band of your panties back in place, “I will only ask you once more,” sliding his finger over your wetness to gather your moisture, “Do you want me to stop?” He says sternly.
“No Thor, I don’t want you to stop.” Cheeks reddening from how desperate you sounded.
“That’s all I needed to hear.” You couldn’t stop picturing this moment since your dance in that crowded room. Now alone just the two of you; no distractions, no interruptions, just you and Thor. He drags you by your hair keeping your lips attached to his as he discards his jacket somewhere on the floor, gentle enough to not hurt you but enough to tell you he’s in charge. Your hands instantly find their way to his chest feeling your way across his clothed abdomen, fingertips reaching for the hem of his shirt removing it from his body. He detaches from you only for a moment to fully rid himself of the useless material, unbuttoning his pants in the process. A moan escapes your lips as your fingertips retrace the previously clothed area, exploring every inch of his golden skin with the pads of your fingers. Lingering over his nipples watching them harden, you smile as he leans in closer to your touch. “ Did you really mean it?” you ask him to trail your hands up to his face, gently stroking his jaw as you gaze into his blue orbs, looking for any sign of unwavering truth. “Dear, Asgard would fall to ruins before I lie to you. Of course, I meant every word.” You bring his face back to yours, encasing his lips with your own. The eruption of fireworks making the moment feel almost ethereal. His hands lifting the shirt off of your body exposing the skin beneath to him. He rakes over the warm flesh of your body with a gaze so strong it should make you uncomfortable, however it feels familiar. “It was you.” He looks up for a moment wondering what you mean before cupping your breast, gently arousing your nipples. A sigh escapes you as he kneels before you to take one of your nipples between his peach colored lips. “At the club, it-it was uh you.” He nods while holding your mounds, as he switches sides, giving the same attention to the other nipple. You entangle your hand throughout his golden locks as he continues leaving marks on the soft flesh. His warm tongue teasing the flesh, your body involuntary thrusting forward. He releases your nipple with a pop, lips glistening with saliva from his small assault. A wine comes from your throat at the sudden departure. He gently pushes you back so you fall onto the mattress as he rids himself of his jeans. “These might as well go too.” He shrugs releasing his member from the confides of his briefs. You smile at his playful manner, giggling as he drags you by your ankles to the edge of the bed, seeming so effortless with his godly strength.
“I should have you know I am quite possessive dear. I don’t like people touching what’s mine.” You lean forward on your knees, making barely half of his height, as you leave open mouth kisses down his jaw to his neck. “Not that you’re a possession but I’m-” You press a gentle kiss to his lips understanding what he meant. “You know you ramble quite a lot my lord.” His cock visibly twitches at the use of your new name for him. You reach down between the two of you, your thumb grazing his swollen tip as his eyes shut briefly, “Say it again.” He rasp, you stroke his base feeling his warm veiny member in your hand. A slight panic prevailing you as realization sets in of just how big he is. “my lord.” He groans, nodding his head back, as you pick up your pace, flicking your wrist in the slightest. You go back to kiss his neck as he grabs your wrist momentarily stopping your handy work. His hand moves from your wrist to your folds feeling the slickness between your legs. Your knees spreading apart to allow him better access to your aching core.
“So wet already and we’ve just started.” He grins dipping a singular finger between your folds, gently tapping it in and out of your hole. The sensation edging your arousal further as you try to get more from so little he was giving you. Your frustration getting the best of you, you bite your lip as he, at an agonizingly slow pace, fingers you. “Thor please,” he shushes you using his free hand to usher your face to his. His thumb taunting your lips in the same way he was teasing the one place you needed him most. Without warning he plunged two fingers into your already dripping pussy, deriving an inaudible scream from your mouth as he finally grants you some relief. “Fuck I can’t-” you begin panting as his thumb simultaneously circles your clit, “That’s it little one, cum for me.” His words alone being enough to send you over the edge, his attack still unwavering as he rides you through your first orgasm of the day.
The large hand gripping your neck brings you back into focus as he presses his lips to yours, in a needy manner as if in any moment you could disappear. The large figure pushes you back onto your bum, removing his fingers from you. The way they glisten in the sunlight has you in awe, even more so when he uses your arousal to spread on himself moaning softly. “It’d look even better completely coated in you yeah?” He ask, as you nod thighs tightening, needing more.
He comes closer to the edge of the bed, propping his leg up on the side. “You should get a portrait like that.” He smirks flexing his biceps as he gives you a cunning smile, “Like this?”
“Well maybe not with a hard on.” You smirk seeing his swollen tip, almost looking painful. He dips down to you attaching his lips to yours yet again, his tongue prying its way between your lips entertaining with your own. You feel him rocking against your thigh, recentering your body so he aligns perfectly with your slit. You shudder at the feeling of his length repeatedly grazing your clit to your hole. “Fuck Y/n.” He moans as you align his cock to your opening, too impatient for more foreplay. Your eyes close as you feel his head stretching you in the best of ways, taking in small breaths of air to accommodate his size. “Are you alright dear?” he ask concern filling his voice. “I’m fine, just keep going.” You wince, seeing that he’s not even halfway in. He stills inside of you letting you adjust, “Y/n we can stop, I don’t want to hurt you.” He says beginning to pull out. You reach up to grab his face gently stroking his cheek. Gazing into his ocean blue eyes, “You’re all good, I’m good. We’re good Thor.” You smile at him, “I want this and so do you so get over yourself my lord and fuck me yeah?” That’s all it took for him to push all the way into you your hands gripping the cotton sheets for dear life gasping for air at the sudden change, The pain was there for sure but the amount of pleasure coursing through your body was insane. The feeling you had desired for so long finally being fulfilled. “You feel absolutely incredible.” He moans paying close attention to any signs to stop. He slowly begins to thrust allowing you to feel every curve of his member, his tip grazing your g-spot with each thrust.
“Fuck Thor, just like that.” You moan as he begins picking up the pace, his thrust gradually getting stronger with each stroke. Your entire body rocking with his every movement. He leans back with one hand on your hip and the other resting just below your pubic bone, granting his thumb access to your swollen bud, gently grazing it with each stroke causing your pussy to pulse around him. “You’re taking me so well darling.” He moans watching the area where you two are connected, mesmerized by your juices flowing all over him. Your eyes flutter close at a particularly hard thrust that has you seeing stars, clenching around his throbbing member as you come undone. “Ah yes-” he hisses feeling you pulse around him his hips slowing dragging out his own release, watching the way your breast move with his slowed strokes. Returning from your blissed out state, opening your eyes to find his staring into yours, no longer the bright blue they once were but now shadowed but dark lust driven blue that informed you weren’t finished here yet. Your thighs quiver as he removes himself from your core, the empty feeling causing you to gasp. His fingers return to your hole once more as he feels the area where his cock had just occupied. “Hmm see all nice and stretched from me,” he leans down closer to your ear, “turn over.”
You comply with his demands, moaning as his fingers touch your g-spot before he removes them once more. He presses his lips to the nape of your neck, grabbing your hips, enough to where you know you’ll have marks as he enters you again, letting our a grunt of satisfaction. Your mouth agape as he fucks you from behind, his hands roaming your body, groping your breast. He lets out an animalistic growl as he continues ravishing your body, reaching his hand between you to apply pressure to your sensitive nub. His abdomen grazing your back with every thrust. “No one will… ever …fuck you… like me.” He grunts making sure you hear every word, as his fist entangles itself in your hair, pulling you back. “Just you Thor.” You pant unable to form another coherent sentence, Your back arched to the feeling as another orgasm ripples through your body, his name being the only word slipping from your lips. You let out a low moan feeling his hot spurts of cum fill your cavity to the brim, your body trembling at the feeling of his hips jutting inside of you. You can feel the sinful mixture dripping from your hole, slowly making its way down your thighs. Your body collapses as he removes his member from inside of you, feeling still so very full. Your body covered in sweat as the god turns you over once more claiming your lips with his own. “You have no idea how long I have awaited this moment,” he grins spreading your thighs, grinding his member to your core again as you let out a whine in protest. “Thor,” you mumble as you feel him hardening again, “I can’t take another one.”
He lets out a breathy laugh while stroking you, from the sides of your breast all the way down to the top of your knee. “Well you should have thought about that little one.” He smiles sinisterly at you before scooting down on the mattress, leaving his face near your open center. The aspirated moan that leaves your lips from the sight of the blonde man between your legs was like no other, you could cum with just the way he was looking at you – like a hunter does to prey. You wine at the contact of his warm tongue licking a bold stripe between your folds, you shift up the bed in attempts to get away from his devious attack. “Stay still Y/n, I’m only telling you once.”
“Thor please.” He holds his hand out confusing you, he shakes his head holding up a finger mouthing ‘one moment’ as the hairs on your arms begin to stand. Before you can move Mjollnir connects to his palm as a magnet attracts metal. “Ah,” A satisfied smile takes over his features as he holds the sturdy tool, “see dear if you cant stay till on your own, I’ll make you.” He grabs your wrist, encasing them on the loop at the bottom, placing your newly bound hands above your head. “Move.” He states examining your mobility, as expected the large weapon of destruction was far to heavy for you to move, you couldn’t even shift it in the slightest. Your attempts had amused the god before you. He had no doubt that you were worthy but well let’s just say he asked his dear brother for a favor. “Now where were we?” He showed you no mercy as he devoured you. The sounds from his mouth slurping at your plentiful folds, his beard scraping the inside of your thighs in a delicious way, he moaned out sending vibrations further through your center. You cried out his name, the copious pleasure being too much for you, you wrestle with your current restraint to get away from him, but the task only became harder when his arms lapped around your thighs to stop your squirming, holding you in place giving him ultimate access to your heavenly pussy. Your body writhed underneath his face, his nose gently tapping against your overstimulated bundle of nerves feeling helpless due to the restraints he had on you. There was nowhere to go. You couldn’t breathe as your orgasm raked through your body leaving you dizzy from how tight you were clenching, almost forgetting that his head was between your thighs. He releases your buddle of nerves with a small bite, your chest heaving up and down trying to catch the sweet oxygen it had been deprived of as you came.
“You darling,” the tall blonde states leaning back on his knees, dipping his fingers into your gaping hole placing the coated digits into his mouth, staring at you as he had done from his previous position between your thighs, “taste absolutely fucking amazing.” You whimper as he brings his fingers to your mouth opening up greedily to taste yourself, feeling three of his large fingers exploring your mouth. You moan seeing the way the light catches his glistening chin, thighs shaking at the thought. He retracts his fingers slowly, seeing your saliva string from your mouth to his fingers. He hums in approval seeing the way you’re absolutely ruined and it’s all his doing. The way your hands are bound overhead by his preferred and most treasured weapon of choice, to your hair that is every direction a definite give away of your events. Seeing you spread like this for him, he can’t help but to smile, taking in one last look before lifting Mjollnir, freeing you from your constraints. As he reaches over you cant help but to admire his beauty, the small sweat that glistens from his forehead to each defined muscle. You find him hovering over you once more as your hands further explore each nook and cranny of his very well defined body. Your legs wrap around him, ankles locking just above his firm bum, using whatever strength you have left to flip you two. He leans forward as you pull away causing him to pout.
Your hands lingering training down his abdomen making your way down his body until your face to- well cock. You lick along side one of his veins, on his member. Enjoying the feeling of the temperate skin between your lips. “You have such a pretty cock.” You state before letting your saliva pool, spitting on his swollen pink tip. You play with the head, letting your thumb circle the throbbing mass. “Well you know-Oh!” a sudden moan escaping him, low but so fucking sexy, You could listen to it forever. You smirk while cupping his balls, taking him in your mouth using your hand to aid in the part that doesn’t quite fit. Gently swallowing around him, “Fuck your mouth feels so good.” You watch him through your eyelashes, his head thrown back against the headboard as his mouth hangs agape. The way his brows furrow as your tongue slides over his sensitive tip. You let out a moan as he thrust further into you, gagging around him. You come up for air for a moment, heading back down bobbing your head rhythmically to his thrust. Tears brimming at your eyes as he fucks your face, feeling your core painfully ache. “Come here.” He grunts, pulling your hair by the roots, forcing you to straddle his lap. His hand gathers up the majority of your hair into a makeshift bun still pulling you close to him his other hand aligning himself with your hole once more, easing you onto his shaft. Not a care in the world as you two moan in unison consumed by pleasure. Your foreheads touching, the only sounds to be heard are your grunts and pants as you bounce on him. He met your every move with equal force, Neither of you going fast but your movements slow and calculated. “Just like that yeah,” he groans in your ear, his hands leaving no patch of skin unexplored, “my little Midgardian slut.” You nod at his words feeling yourself reaching a peak once more. He grips your chin, using his other arm to press your body flush to his, “Say it.” He demands.
“I’m your slut Thor.” He thrust into you gripping your hips, grabbing his neck you cried out, seeing as though your body was literally being hoisted on his cock by the man himself. “Thor I’m gonna-” Your nails leaving marks down his beautiful biceps, this orgasm being the strongest of the night. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as he claimed you, his hips slowing their movements as he releases into you once more. The hand he had gathered the hair with pulled you down so he could kiss you. His thumb caressing your jaw so tenderly, it was passionate and slow, confirming every single silent word.
You were beyond exhausted, the only thing to be heard were the sharp breaths between the two of you trying to regain your composures. You tried to lift up but his strong arms hold you in place, you giggle feeling him press his head into your chest. You sweep your fingers through his hair, feeling his muscles relax and his member soften inside of you. Moments later, he allows you to move. You whimper as he gently removes his member from you, feeling the emptiness and the cold air hit you all at once. He gets up heading to your bathroom before returning to you with a warm washcloth, you reach out to take it but he snatches it away. “I got it.” He sasses giving you a grin, spreading your legs once more. He wipes away the mess you two made, ensuring he was gentle around your sensitive area, with a small peck to your clit he wipes off his member before getting back into bed with you. You softly smile at the blonde as he wraps an arm around you under the cover. You take a moment to grab your phone from the bedside table to check any updates, your brows furrowing when you see 17 new messages in the group chat. “Oh god.” You blush. “What is the matter?” Thor ask, “Well Steve is okay will this for starters and uh we’re not going to have an easy time with the rest of them.” He laughs knowing all too well what the two of you were in for when the others get back. He tosses your phone to the side, softly kissing you again before pulling you closer to him, letting sleep consume you both.
(I'm the anon that request the bucky fic) I'm not sure if I specify this but can the winter soldier be... like a lot in the fic. It just feels like people don't write a lot about him.
Hiya Darling. And yes absolutely! most fanfics are bucky post-soldier! I have a few request ahead if this one but I've already started plotting it. I look forward to being in touch with you soon!
Hiya darling! Yes I am. All I ask is that you provide me with a person, and a brief scenario you'd like to see written. And if you have any particular specifics you'd like mentioned such as a quote you want or a petname.
It may take sometime for me to get into the flow of the scene but once there the story takes its own toll.
Hope that helps and I look forward to hearing from you soon!
Your writing is so confusing. It's like how 12-14 year olds write 💀
Lmao I agree:)
Side note: I'm pretty sure you can tell the difference from my high-school writing to my current day pieces. Some of them I've just lost motivation to revise. Thanks for the feedback tho.
Summary: James introduces you to his best friend Steve.
Wordcount: 2.9k
Warnings: possessive Bucky, Steve being shameless, blowjob in a limo while someone watches, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering and vaginal penetration, daddy kink
18+ ONLY DO NOT ENGAGE IF YOU’RE A MINOR, KINDLY FUCK OFF RESPECTFULLY!
A/N: This was a drunken dream I had which made me miss work in the morning. Then I went to work after lunch still hungover and mad horny. My poor boyfriend had to deal with me, bless him.
|| Masterlist ||
The road to recovery is paved with good intentions.
Or at least that’s how Bucky thinks the saying goes. It doesn’t matter because his recovery was getting expedited. Everyone could tell that he was at a better place than where he was less than a year ago. The one who was most vocal in inquiring about his recovery was his oldest and most annoyingly stubborn friend, Steve.
They were almost two peas in a pod of trauma. Bucky knew that whatever was plaguing him was also plaguing Steve. Otherwise, the asshole would just let him live and not ask one hundred and one questions every time Bucky smiled at his phone.
That Saturday night, at another charity gala organized by Tony Stark, Bucky decided that it was time to debut his best recovery solution—you.
Steve was adamant when he was told that it was a woman, wary that it could be someone who was in it for the wrong things. He was voicing out his concerns once again when he saw his best friend not paying him any attention, eyes fixated somewhere else. Steve follows Bucky’s gaze and lands on you. Steve inhales sharply at the view of you and Bucky gives him a knowing pat on the back.
You approach Bucky with confident strides as you navigate a room full of people. Whoever you passed by would stop their conversations and gaze over your form, dress glittering under the chandelier’s lights, the color of champagne and the shape of a dream coming true.
“Sorry I’m late. I had to squeeze myself in my Spanx so I can fit in this dress.” You give Bucky a slow kiss on the lips as a greeting. “What I miss?”
“Nothing of importance, Kitten.” He wraps an arm around your waist and introduces you to the blonde beside him. “This is Steve. Steve this is my Kitten.”
You extend a hand, the action seemingly snapping the man out of his quiet confusion at your sudden appearance. With a chuckle you introduce yourself. “It’s nice to meet you, Steve. I’ve heard a lot about you, I’m starting to think I know you already.”
“Wish I could say the same but Bucky here has not mentioned anything in relation about you.” Steve shakes your hand, his head finally back on his shoulders. He makes eye contact, the blue intense as he does a once over from your head to your feet.
Bucky pulls you back a little and you let Steve’s hand go. “Can you blame me? Wanted her all to myself because I knew exactly how you would look at her. She’s mine, Stevie. Get your own.”
You chuckle and fix Bucky’s bow tie, whispering to him as you lean forward. “Play nice. I’ve been here five seconds.” You pat the bow and smile apologetically at Steve who was starting to frown. “He’s adjusting… for about four months now.”
“No need to explain. He’s always been like that.” Steve clears his throat and reaches for flutes of champagne from a passing server. Bucky flips him behind you, mouthing the word asshole.
After four flutes of champagne, lips and tongues started to loosen. Even Bucky’s posture became more relaxed, still he never let his hands lift from you for more than ten seconds at any given moment. Progress came in the form of him not hissing at Steve for ogling.
“Wait, so you’re telling me, Natasha set the two of you up? And it worked out?” Steve sputters at the mention of his favorite redhead. “Natasha? Natasha Romanoff?”
“Yes! Why are you so surprised?” you laugh, leaning back on Bucky’s chest. “She kept telling me for years that she had someone perfect for me and I just kept on declining because I was pretending to save the world. And then half a year ago I told her that I was tired of being independent—that I wanted to be babied, and poof she invites me to a dinner party and a week later I’m living my best life with this one.”
“Well, I’ve been complaining to Tasha how I wanted more permanent things. Worthwhile things…” You squish Bucky’s cheeks and kiss his overly puckered lips. The look you give each other does not escape Steve. He has only seen that same look from Bucky now, once upon a time ago when they were younger. It was honest, sincere and coursed deep within the man’s bones. “Permanent people… Worthwhile love…”
“But I really still think that she knifed my tires so that you get to drive me home that night.” You tell Bucky, eyes crinkling at the memory. Your car was brand new and the coincidence too obvious.
“She definitely slashed your tires, kitten.” Bucky chuckles, Natasha preferred things to go her way, always. “Aren’t you glad she did, though?”
You hum in agreement and finish your drink. You detach Bucky from your body and excuse yourself from the two of them to head to the bathroom. As you walked away both men gazed after you, eyes filled with a mixture of awe, longing and lust.
“You want to fuck her.” Bucky states directly as he finishes his own glass of champagne. Steve sputters again but this time he chokes on his drink, coughing to clear out the liquid in his lungs.
“Buck—“
“It’s alright, Steve. Sometimes I forget that after everything we’ve been through our needs and wants became parallels.” The brunette stands from his seat, adjusting his jacket then exhales loudly. Steve follows suit, an apology ready on his lips but it never comes out as Bucky claps a hand on his shoulder. “I trust you, Stevie. Implicitly.”
When you stumble out of the bathroom, you were greeted with the sight of your man standing in the hallway looking delicious in his velvet tuxedo, all two-hundred pounds of muscle. He was doing that thing where he stood completely still, arms crossed on his chest and staring at anyone who moves. You loved that about Bucky, how he was all hard on the outside but complete mush inside. Two sides of the coin only bared out just for you.
You slip your arms around him from behind and bite his shoulder. “You lookin’ for me, daddy?”
He pulls on your wrists gently as he turns to face you, eyes glimmering with mischief and pure lust, the blue of his irises barely visible. “Time to go home, kitten.”
“Thought you’d never ask.” You purr back, glad that the night of peacocking was over. As much as you loved Bucky in a suit, you preferred Bucky naked in your shared bed, cussing and writhing as you take him apart. You lick your lips and follow him out the venue.
Bucky ushers you to the waiting limo, his hand brushing your ass when he does. The second the doors closed and the partition was rolled up, you were on him. Hiking your dress up so you can straddle him, Bucky chuckles when your hands find their way to his neck and hair.
“God, did you have to tease me the entire time? Knowing that I couldn’t touch you in public?” you growl at him lowly as you nip at his skin. Your hands were now pulling on his silk tie, yanking it free so you can access his shirt open.
“Kitten—“ he calls out to you in a strained voice. When you pull back to look him in the eyes, he nods towards his left only for you to find another pair of blue eyes looking right back at you. With a small yelp, you straighten your back and bump your head on the car’s roof.
“Hi, Steve.” You mutter as you try to hide yourself away from embarrassment. You mumble things Bucky can only hear and he responds with a low laugh, rumbling in his chest as he tries to comfort you.
“It’s okay, kitten. I think Stevie wants to see how well you take care of me.” Bucky brushes your hair away from your face, his metal arm running a soothing palm on your exposed thigh. “You think you can take care of me while Stevie watches?”
You swallow loudly, no words coming out to either confirm or deny his request but the pulsing between your thighs answers for you. You curl yourself further into Bucky’s chest as you try and control your breathing. You were so caught up with wanting to touch him that you didn’t even notice a whole person sitting inside the car already. And Steve was by no means little or even subtle. The man held himself with such pride and confidence that everyone in a room notices him. Except for your lust clouded mind anyways.
“Remember when I told you when Steve and I were lonely? And we would help each other out whenever we could?” He coaxes you with a secret he told you in private some time ago. The fact that he trusted you enough with it fueled your need to protect him and care for him. “Well, sweetheart. Stevie here is lonely while I’m not anymore. But I still want to help him… and I was hoping you could help me help him, too.”
You look at Bucky then at Steve, breaths were being held as the decision sits on your tongue. You wanted this, that much was obvious and the desire to give Bucky everything he needed, everything he deserved, everything you could offer, was overflowing the moment you truly understood how much you felt for him. With a bite of your lip, you look back at Bucky who was patiently waiting for you to answer, hands on your hips bruising in the wait, eyes sparkling with mischief in the anticipation. You nod.
“Use your words, kitten. Need to hear you. We need to hear you.” His eyes flitter to Steve momentarily and you smile, something like a feral cat cornered in an alley. His kitten.
“Yes, daddy. I’ll take care of you and Stevie.” You grind your hips again on his crotch and moan. The man beneath you chuckles and gives you a tender kiss, moaning unto your tongue as well.
You pull back and give him nips from his jaws to his neck, slowly making your way down to his chest. If not for the show you wanted to put on for his dearest friend, you would have just gotten your mouth on him directly, thirsting to have him on your tongue for the better part of the evening.
“Take this off, daddy.” You mumble into his skin as your fingers fumble with his trousers. You tug and pull until the button pops and drag his zipper down.
With your dress hiked up over your ass, you move into a position for Steve’s better viewing. You were sure that he could see you soaked through the crotch of your panties, color darkening from the wetness. You take Bucky’s cock out, already swollen on the tip and leaking, giving attention to head the moment it comes into view. You wet the tip with your tongue, licking generously to help his pleasure travel all over.
He gathers your hair and holds it out of your face, sharing his view of you enjoying yourself on his cock with Steve. “Just like that, kitten. Just… like that.” You take him deeper as he finishes his sentence, the tip hitting your uvula then going past it. You moan and the vibrations makes his leg twitch, wanting to thrust up into the warmth and wetness of your throat. The grip on your hair tightens and he bumps his head on the seat with a quick curse. “Take all of me—yes, good girl.”
The praise eggs you on and you pull back from his cock, gasping for air as you do. A thin line of spit still connects you to the mushroom head as it dangles from your lips, lip gloss transferred from where you wiped it to the girth of his dick. You looked debouched, drool running down your chin and eyes hazy with need. You look up at him through your lashes and smile at him. He returns the favor, grinning down at you. Before you dive back down to finish him off, you look back to address Steve, “touch yourself, Stevie, and enjoy the view. I’ll be with you soon.”
Steve audibly swallows at that, both his fists rested on top of his thighs not knowing what to do with them exactly. But now, your permission has him unclenching his knuckles, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants before slowly inching up to where he was painfully restrained. His bulge was visible and the pained expression he had on while he tried his fucking all not to lose himself only made him look more devastatingly handsome.
He cups himself and rubs his palm, alleviating the need slowly. His ministrations started small, controlled but when Bucky moved his hand from the small of your back and crawled it down to the curve of your ass to swipe to the side your crotch, revealing your deliciously wet cunt, Steve groans a fuck crisply, and finally undoes his pants.
“You see that, Stevie? All that wetness just for you and me, pal.” Bucky teases his fingers up and down your slit making you arch your back, hurriedly taking out the cock in your mouth to moan loudly.
“Daddy—fuck! Put them in, please.” You beg him, as your hand runs up and down his shaft, pumping him like you needed to milk him dry. You wiggle your ass trying to catch his fingers into your hole. When Bucky moves his hand away from your entrance to play with your clit you whine in frustration and reach up your face to his, biting his lower lip and pulling on it. “Tease.”
You growl and return to putting your mouth on him, pussy clenching over nothing. Steve was no better. His was fisting his cock angrily, eyes fixated on your weeping slit. How bad he wanted a taste. Bucky sees this and collects your juices onto two wingers then offers them to Steve.
“Here, Steve. Taste her.” Bucky nods and extends his hand to his friend who hungrily catches them in his tongue, circling it around the sloppy fingers in reverence of your taste. Steve catches Bucky’s wrist and pulls it further into his mouth. Your throat vibrates on Bucky’s cock as you hear Steve moaning along.
You pump your small fist on Bucky’s length, kissing down until you reach his balls, lubricating them with the wetness of your tongue before sucking on each one. Your pussy flutters as Bucky softly caresses your cheek with his thumb, looking up at him. Steve is front row for every effect Bucky has on you and he couldn’t help himself anymore.
He lets go of his pulsing cock and reaches over, fingers bumping with Bucky’s as he traces your slit, gathering slick in his skin, circling it in your pretty hole. You hiss and arch your back again, pushing your ass to his hand, patience hanging by a small thread.
“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever tasted, sweetest I’ve ever seen.” Steve whispers as if in a trance as he inserts to thick fingers in. You moan and hum in appreciation, clenching down on him, knuckles deep within you. Buck chuckles and moves up to press on your clit harder.
“You like that, kitten? Steve wants to be inside you.” You nod, drunk on the feel of their fingers in your drenched pussy. Fingers is sync as Bucky taps and rubs on your swollen clit and Steve hits the spot with his own ministrations. Your arms shake at the sensation, the team up perfectly throwing you over.
“She’s gripping me, Buck. I think she’s close.” Steve chimes in and you look back at him, mouth open from the pleasure, not wanting him to stop but not finding the words anymore.
“Cum on Steve’s fingers, kitten. Then daddy’s going to take you apart in his cock when we get home.” Bucky flicks your clit more and you’ve completely abandoned pleasuring him. Your hands were now on his chest as you pushed back on Steve’s fingers, meeting him thrust for thrust. Screaming when your pleasure finally erupts.
Steve prolongs your climax, pumping continuously as you shake in ecstasy. Your arms give out and your eyes roll to the back of your head, whining when Steve doesn’t stop his caressing on your over sensitive cunt. When he finally withdraws his fingers, it’s followed by an abrupt gushing from your pussy, drenching the seat below you.
You exhale and slump into Bucky’s lap. He returns your mouth over his cock and thrusts himself, grunting with each move of his hip. Steve gathers your slick and covers his own cock with them, pumping hard and fast to his completion. Bucky thrusts into your throat and spills his cum down it, swearing and praising you until he’s done. Steve cums in his own hand with a shout before he slumps in his own seat.
As Bucky lifts your drained body over his lap, whispering good things into your ear, praising you for being his good kitten, for taking him well in your mouth and being good to Steve. You drift off, arms around his shoulders, chin tucked into his neck.
Both men return themselves inside their pants as their breathing return to normal. As the limousine stops at a red light, Bucky rubs comforting circles on your back, eyes darkening and turning possessive, he places a kiss on your temple.
“I’m sharing her just for tonight, pal.” He stares at Steve who was fixing his errant hair away from his face, still flushed from his orgasm. “Don’t get any ideas.”
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