Warnings: 18+, blowjobs, face fucking, rimming, fingering, cumming in ass.
M/n: male name
E/c: eye color
GIF not mine
Kinktober 2022
“Steve, why don’t you fuck his mouth” “wait wait you and M/n have been having sex” “yea, listen why don’t we share him” “only if M/n is alright with it” you nod “so do you want to use his mouth or his hole” “I’m going to fuck his mouth” he began to undo his pants and walks closer to you, he raises your face so you’re looking up at him “you’re such a fucking slut M/n” “I know”
You open your mouth and watch as he slides his cock into your mouth, you watch as Bucky comes up towards Steve “does his mouth feel good Steve” he grips your head and begins to thrust his cock into your mouth “yeSs it feels so good” you watch as Bucky walks behind you. “Oh god so good” you feel as Bucky begins to lick and suck on your hole making you moan around Steve’s cock.
Fandom: Marvel, Avengers
Pairing: Thor x Male Reader
Summary: Thor ticked off Loki again. Now here he is...a frog. He has to find a way to turn back by midnight otherwise he’ll be stuck like this!
A/N: I HAD to write this after seeing Throg. Yes, I know Throg isn’t really Thor...but Thor was still turned into a frog in the comics so let me have this!
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Apparently, Thor wasn’t smart.
He KNEW that messing with Loki wouldn’t end well.
He KNEW it wouldn’t be just smiles and laughs.
Thor messed with Loki.
He messed with Loki and now he had to deal with the consequences.
“Hope you enjoy this just as much as you enjoyed annoying me brother.” Loki said with a smile.
“Loki! Change this right now!”
Loki walked away laughing.
“Ribbit.”
Yeah.
Loki turned Thor into a frog.
“Oh-”
The god of mischief stopped at the door and turned back to Thor.
“I forgot to mention. I put a little...extra flair on it. Once midnight hits you’ll be stuck in that form. Better hurry up brother.”
With that Loki took his leave.
“What!? Loki get back here this instant!”
Was that last part true? Would he really get stuck like this at midnight?
With Loki, it could be just a trick…
But it could also be very true.
“Alright, calm down Thor. Get a hold of yourself. RIBBIT! Ugh…”
Thor was still trying to piece together what was happening and what he could do.
Then he remembered.
M/n.
His boyfriend! He was smart! He might know how to fix this!
“M/n! Must find M/n!”
With that Thor hopped off to go find his boyfriend.
As he hopped down the hallway, Thor had to admit...it was definitely an adjustment.
He had to make sure not to get stepped on.
“Excuse me!”
“Pardon me!”
“Frog coming through!”
Of course people were surprirsed to hear and see a talking frog hopping past them.
A few people screamed.
Some threw things.
If only they knew.
After dodging feet and not getting stepped on he made it to his boyfriend’s room in the palace.
“M/n! M/n!” Thor croaked out.
The door to the room opened.
“Thor?”
Thor stopped hopping at stared at his boyfriend.
He always thought his boyfriend was godly...but seeing how big he his now that Thor was a frog...he felt like it was true.
“M/n! Beloved I’m down here!”
M/n looked around before looking down.
When M/n’s eyes fell onto Thor he gasped and his eyes went wide.
“T-thor? IS THAT YOU!?”
“M/n my love! Tis I! I-”
Before Thor could continue, M/n scooped him up and brought him inside his room closing the door.
“What happened!?”
“Now M/n-”
“Did you mess with Loki again?”
“Croak.”
“Oh my god you’re such an idiot. How many times have I said NOT to do that?”
“To be fair, I thought it was funny.”
“Of course you did.”
At that moment a fly flew past and Thor couldn’t resist it.
His tongue shot out and snatched the bug from the sky before swallowing.
M/n made a disgusted face.
“Oh that was...no.”
Thor gave his best guilty face.
“Sorry. Anyway! We must find a way to turn me back before midnight or I shall be stuck like this!”
“Oh! No! We need to find out fast! I can’t have a frog boyfriend!”
“Why not!? I mean, I would like to return to my muscular self but…”
“But nothing Thor! You’re not staying a frog!”
M/n then plucked Thor up again.
“Now...where to start?”
“We can go to Loki.”
“And have him do something to ME? No thank you.”
“He won’t do anything to you, my love.”
M/n just stared at Thor.
“Maybe…” Thor said.
M/n sighed.
“But...I guess you have a point. There’s nowhere else we can really start.”
“Yes!” Thor cried out.
As he celebrated another fly flew past which Thor quickly ate.
“Alright honey, I love you but I need you to stop that.”
M/n then plucked Thor back up and left his room.
Many people looked at M/n like he was crazy seeing him carry the frog.
They almost passed out whenever Thor would speak to them.
“Yes hello!”
“Good day!”
“Yes, I’m a frog, long story.”
Eventually, they made it to Loki’s chambers.
The man was sitting in one of his chairs reading a book and a drink in his hand.
He had a smirk on his face not even looking at them.
“I was waiting for you two to show up.”
“Loki! Croak! Change me back this instant!”
“I mean I know he deserved this, but I can’t date a frog.” M/n said.
“Hey!”
Loki laughed and closed his book. “I knew I liked you M/n.”
He stood up and walked over to M/n handing him the book in his free hand.
“I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out sooner. Don’t you midgardians have books about this type of thing?”
With that Loki left the room.
M/n took a look at the book.
“The frog prince. Oh my god, I’m stupid.” M/n cried out.
“What?” Thor asked.
Before Thor knew it, M/n pulled him up and placed a giant kiss on him.
There was a poof and soon Thor was standing before M/n.
A human Thor.
“My love! You did it! You broke the curse and saved me!”
“Oh thank the gods.” M/n said.
Thor then kissed M/n passionately.
M/n then froze in place as he looked at Thor.
“What is it my love?”
“Well...um..”
M/n was blushing and looked down.
Thor followed his gaze.
“Oh!”
Apparently, Loki’s spell didn’t work on Thor’s clothes.
He was currently butt naked.
Thor then chuckled and smiled at M/n.
“Well, this is perfect. I say we celebrate my return to human form.”
With that Thor picked M/n up and returned to his room.
This time the people in the hall were screaming for another reason.
Summary: (M/N) is a new avenger on the team. He’s become a great support to the team as an actual support role. He helps keep the team’s strength up both physically and mentally. Steve gets a little jealous of all the attention the team is getting.
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(M/N) had been brought in by Clint believe it or not. He had found the man helping people around his town. The team of course had been pretty apprehensive at first at their new team mate. He didn’t seem like someone who could live up to the conflict that came with being part of the team. They were proven wrong during the first mission with him.
During the mission the battle had been going well. The team was working well together and everything was going to plan. Then it wasn’t and everything was falling into chaos. Somehow Steve had got caught in an explosion that sent him fumbling to the ground. The sound of a crack made him look up to watch a part of a building break apart and come falling down to him. Steve lifted his shield up and prepared for the crushing blow, but it never came. He heard the sound of some vibration and looked up to see (M/N) standing above him holding his arms up creating a force field. “You okay Steve!? Not hurt?” Steve was amazed by what he saw and was surprised by the worry in his voice.
Steve nodded. “I’m alright. Thanks for the help.” (M/N) smiled at him and pushed his arms out letting the shield push all the debris away. “No problem. Just glad you’re okay. Come on let’s get out of here.” (M/N) helped the man to his feet and the two returned to the rest of the team. Upon reaching the team they discover that Clint had been hurt. (M/N) rushed to the man and pressed his hands to the man’s injury. His arms began lighting up and Clint let out a sigh. “Oh that feels good. Glad you can heal.” He let out a laugh as did (M/N). Steve only looked even more amazed from behind them.
That mission was proof enough for the team to believe in (M/N) and he quickly became a strong and loving member of the team. He practically became like a second heart of the team after Peter. Steve was absolutely fascinated by how (M/N) was very open about himself and willing to talk and hug everyone. He would often be found around each member, specifically Tony. While (M/N) could heal physical injuries, he was also able to help soothe emotional distress. That was helpful for everyone but (M/N) made sure to take extra care of Tony knowing how broken the man was. It took a bit for Steve to get used to all of this contact as he wasn’t used to it. But the soldier would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it.
You huff, “Anything you can tell me about the sheriff? Is he rough? Does he cry as some of the others do?” You ask, leaning against the door, “Come on, Nat, you’ve slept with him; what’s he like in bed?”
“You’ll find out, but a word of advice, don’t expect to walk much tomorrow.”
Pairings:
Sheriff!Steve Rogers x Male!Reader
Tags:
Western AU | Smut | Plot? What Plot? |
Words: 1576
Author's Note:
I have no excuse or any semblance of explanation as to why I wrote this. I will be seeing myself out now, enjoy. 🙃
The sun’s barely up in the sky when there’s a knock on your door; the madam stands there in her sleep-addled glory; she chuckles at your similar appearance before handing an envelope to you. You shift the envelope around, smiling at the rustling of coins and sturdy-feeling of stacked notes.
“Congratulations, you won by a landslide.”
You huff, “Anything you can tell me about the sheriff? Is he rough? Does he cry as some of the others do?” You ask, leaning against the door, “Come on, Nat, you’ve slept with him; what’s he like in bed?”
“You’ll find out, but a word of advice, don’t expect to walk much tomorrow.”
She doesn’t say much else, leaving you with your thoughts. You shift through your closet; from what you’ve seen, the sheriff is well mannered, silent, fierce, and exceptionally gifted in many areas. You’d heard the other saloon doves talk about his prowess in the saddle - both in and outside the bedroom - the few he’d bedded had been very scant in their recollections. They needn’t say much, though, as the limping was enough of an indicator - the man was, for lack of a better word, private. In the many years you’d seen him in the saloon, you’d heard him utter no more than a few words. You turn over the vermillion bunny suit Natasha had gifted you last valentine’s day - the suit was quite revealing, the collared top of it was see-through, with various flowers and hearts drawn across the front and back. It descended into see-through pants, with the groin covered by roses and thorns cascading down the legs. The suit came with an equally lavish petticoat to place atop the legs; it was easy to tear off and added a bit of flair to the outfit.
You held it up to your body, swaying side by side while waltzing up to the mirror; you switched out for another outfit - your infamous copper suit, not as eye-catching in decor, but more so in its openness, there was very little left to the imagination with this one. It even had an easily flappable backside for ease of access. You switched between the two suits before leaving it to chance with a coin toss, heads fr the valentine one, and tails for the copper one. The coin flies in the air, spinning on itself, and when it lands in your hands again, you find yourself smirking at the sight of heads. You waste no time slipping into the valentine attire, you move your hair back, sweeping it from your face, and you do your best to weave your hair somehow, incorporating a few roses on each side. Once you were satisfied, you slipped on downstairs, keeping away from the other patrons’ eyes; Natasha met you around the back.
“Don’t take it to heart if he seems a bit withdrawn at the sight of you; after all, this whole thing was a collective town effort. So do your best to tell him that before you jump his bones.” Natasha saddled up a horse as you donned an overcoat, then you were gone.
The sheriff’s property was a ranch situated at the edge of town and as far away as possible from the entrance. The road leading up to it diverted away into the property, surrounded by trees all around, the mountains to the back, its isolated location was peaceful. You settled your horse by the trees nearby and sat by the front steps as you waited for the man’s arrival. When the sheriff did arrive, you were at a loss for words; looking at him up close did far more wonders than the glimpses you’d gotten before. Sheriff Rogers was on the tall side, his figure well-built, as evident by his muscles; his shirt was slightly askew, moved to the side, hat settled on his head, his beard was well-groomed, and hair moved back. His legs were well defined - at least from what you could see when he dismounted from his horse - and the bulge in his pants appeared already half hard. He towered over you when he came to a stop, glancing down at you in question.
“Howdy, sheriff,” you greeted.
“Howdy to you as well,” he responded uncertainly, “Is there anything I can help you with, sir?”
You leaned forward, tracing your fingers up his chest, “It’s not what you can help me with, more so what I can you with. See, the whole town’s grateful you’ve been protecting us and keeping order all these years, so we decided to reward you.”
“I already got my reward at the saloon.” Rogers grabbed your hand from his chest, staring down at you in sternness.
“I’m more of a personal reward for all the hard work you’ve done,” you retorted, “besides, haven’t you ever wanted to have your rewards in the comfort of your own home, no interruptions, no payments?” You loosened the overcoat slightly, giving him a peek at your undergarments; a slight blush danced its way across his cheeks as he appeared to contemplate your words. Your other hand moved down to his dick; the half-hard bulge had become a massive tent in his trousers; you traced your finger alongside it, cooing at its size. You settled your hand on his trouser zipper, toying with it as your other hand shifted to hold his. Rogers' eyes closed blissfully, snapping back open when you moved away, a smug expression on your face. “Of course, if you don’t want that, I’ll be on my way; I’m sure there are plenty of other men in need of my services.
You moved to step aside but found yourself unable to when the sheriff crowded you, “I’ll take that as a no then.” Your words came out in the end like a whisper when his face came close to yours; you were backed against a wall, Roger’s knee moving up in between your legs as one of his arms settled above your head. His other hand tilted your head to the side, his head coming to your neck; he dragged his nose along it, chuckling at the sounds it elicited from you. “Rogers…”
“Steve,” he muttered before hauling you into the house. You barely took in the interior decor as the sheriff dragged you around. Though you didn’t pay that much mind either, turning back to Steve, you moved your hand from his grip, backing him as well as you could to the bed. He sat down; hands splayed back; you unzipped his trousers, setting his dick free as it sprung up, a hint of precum dribbling from it. Its thick girth and length had your mind swimming with anticipation.
You touched the tip of Steve’s cock, moving your finger down his shaft and over a few of the protruding veins, the action drawing a groan from the man. You took it into your mouth, pacing yourself until the whole thing was down your throat; you moved back halfway, then back to the hilt, bobbing your head at a leisurely pace. Steve’s hand came to your hair, knocking the roses intertwined to the side for a better grip; he bucked up into your mouth once or twice, and your hands settled themselves onto his thick thighs as you sucked him off. Your tongue around his cock, his hands ceasing your head movements when he came, holding your head close until the gush of cum had stopped. He stood after, undressing as you situated yourself across his bed; when he returned, he did so, oil in hand, and he positioned himself behind you. The oil was cold, sending goosebumps across your body; Steve spread it around your hole; you turned in time to see him pour it across his fingers; they moved in and out slowly, opening you at his leisure as you mewled.
Your leg was pushed up to your chest, Steve’s chest moved closer to your back, his form curving over you, his mouth by your ear. “Good boy.” He whispered, adding another finger. You bit your lip; head tilted back; he took the chance, face settling on your neck, this time placing hickeys; he managed four fingers before he was satisfied. His hand left your ass, moving your leg away from your chest; he moved it outward; Steve’s cock slid in inch by inch. He moved out to the tip, then rammed back in, his pace relentless and quick; his other hand had found its way to your hip, holding you in place as he fucked you. Whatever words he uttered were drowned out by your moans and his grunts of pleasure in between. He moves fast and precise, hitting the right spot and sending you into overdrive; you take your dick in hand, jacking it off at an erratic pace. Steve’s movements stopped, his orgasm rippling through him; you shuddered as you came soon after, head flopping against him; the room was now filled with exhausted panting. You clenched around Steve’s cock, wincing at the pain it sent.
“Nat was right; I’m not walking tomorrow.” Steve chuckled at your expense, “Not funny, sheriff.”
“Sorry about that; if you like, you could stay awhile tomorrow; I don’t mind,” he said, taking your cock in hand again; he rubbed its tip. He positioned himself closer, shoving his dick further inside you; his other hand took to your nipple, and he pinched it, pulling at it harshly, “Besides, we’re not done yet.”
End Note:
Hope you enjoyed reading this shite. Stay Hydrated.
“But she didn’t say that. In fact, it was much weirder. She just stared straight ahead like she’s doing now and didn’t say a word.”
EUPHORIA
“Ruminations: Big and Little Bullys” (2022) dir. Sam Levinson
Watching Kory and Gar having some mother son moments just melts my heart. I wanted this since Season 1 and I want MORE of it. That hug scene was very protective, very very protective.
Connor looked at the card and box of chocolates in your hands like they were some new discovery. For Connor it actually was.
“These are my gifts to you. Happy valentines day babe!”
He smiled and took the gifts from your hands. “Aw thanks M/n! What’s Valentines day?”
You should have known he wouldn’t know what Valentines day is, but that was okay. “Valentines day is a day to show the people you care bout how much you love them! If you want of course, some people prefer not to celebrate it.”
“I want to celebrate it. I want to show you how much I love you.”
You were completely speechless. If someone else said it you probably wouldn’t have believed it, but coming from Connor you did. “Well...what kind of boyfriend would I be if I said no.”
You pressed your lips to his and snuggled closer to him. Valentines day was going to be good this year.
