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Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
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Little Bird
There were a lot of different kinks and power dynamics without our not-so-little polycule that Clint had dubbed the sexvengers. Some members preferred their kink to stay in the bounds of fairly vanilla group sex with a side of teasing and exhibitionism. Some were generally more submissive and vanilla out of either fear or trauma, but when the conditions were perfect, all cards were off the table. We had Steve, who liked his lovers to have the best time possible, and he would be whoever they needed him to be to get that to happen. Thor, who was from a world where sex and sexuality were far less taboo, and nothing that any of us did or brought up ever phased him. To name just a few.
For the most part, I would say most of us were versatile, and we could switch up in all kinds of ways. Yes, some could but ran more submissive like Tony, and some could and ran more dominant like Sam, but generally we let the moment lead.
There were two big exceptions. Clint, who preferred being submissive about ninety percent of the time, and Natasha, who never strayed from being dominant, and boy, were they ever kinky.
So when I got invited to fool around with them, I knew a few things would happen. I knew it would be kinky. I knew Natasha would be dominant. I knew Clint would be submissive. I knew it would be fun. The one thing I didn’t know was what role I’d be playing.
I held Natasha’s hand as she led Clint and me through the palace toward the rooms that had been allocated as her sex dungeon. I’d used them a dozen or so times so far. Always with Nat, but whether we were alone or had another partner, and who that partner might be, changed. It was always exciting to get the invitation, and I was practically buzzing as we walked along.
“I was thinking we’d team up on Clint today. How does that sound?” she asked as we approached the door.
Clint looked around at us, his whole face lighting up. “Oh my god, please say yes, Elly.”
I laughed and reached up, patting his cheek. “So eager,” I said. “Yeah. That sounds fun.”
“Yes!” Clint said. He leaned down and kissed me softly. “Thank you, princess.”
Natasha opened the door. “You know the drill, Ptichka,” Natasha said. “And I want you waiting on all fours on the bed.”
“Yes, ma’am!” he said. He kissed Natasha and quickly hurried into the dressing room on the left.
I followed Natasha into the room on the right, and she gestured to the wardrobe. “I’ve had something made for you.”
I opened the wardrobe door. There was a collection of outfits and lingerie on racks and in drawers. Natasha followed me in and offered me a white lingerie set.
It was a stunning set, handmade in an Asgardian style. The bra had a high collar and straps that ran down the front, back, and along the shoulders. The straps that ran over the breasts were made of two pieces of fabric, each laced together with a cord that shimmered like pearls. The panties matched the bra, with the same straps and cord, and both pieces had intricate Celtic Knots embroidered into the fabric, the line work only a few shades darker than the fabric itself.
I put them on as Natasha got ready too, pairing them with a pair of tan, thigh-high boots with laces up the sides and white fur trims. I mostly left my hair loose, but I did sweep it back off my face and pin those pieces at the back of my head with bobby pins. I also put two braids on the underside and let them hang over my shoulders.
Natasha went with something a little more traditional. A boned black corset with black panties and black thigh-high heeled boots that zipped up. She straightened her hair and put on winged eyeliner and dark red lipstick.
She selected some toys and bondage gear and nodded to the door. “Ready?” she asked.
“Very,” I agreed and followed her out to the main room.
Clint was naked and on all fours in the middle of the bed, and god, did he look good enough to eat.
He raised his head when we walked in, and practically started to vibrate with excitement when he saw us. “Good boy,” Natasha praised, coming over to him and trailing his fingers down his spine. He shivers as she does. When he reached his ass, she gave it one sharp smack, making him gasp and jump forward a little. “First, we’re going to put a cock ring on you and plug you. We don’t want you finishing before we’re done, now do we?”
“Thank you, Natalia,” Clint said.
“You’re so welcome, Ptichka,” Natasha said. “Elise, why don’t you do the plug while I do the ring?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I said with a nod. “I went to select a plug from the ones in the drawer by the bed head. There was quite a selection, from small PVC meant for training to large metal ones with tails. There were a lot of us with a lot of different preferences, so we kept a good selection.
Clint could be a little iffy about anal toys, so I needed to pick carefully for him to enjoy using one. I usually stuck with a softer silicone for him, to mimic the feel of a real cock as much as one could, but today I wanted to try something new. I knew he didn’t like steel, but I preferred tempered glass. They were smoother and went in more easily. I thought I’d give it a try with Clint.
“I want to try something new,” I said to Natasha, picking up a thick glass buttplug with an intricate rose-shaped base. It had a ribbon of purple glass running through it, making it look more like a piece of art for display than a sex toy.
Natasha moved to the front of Clint and lifted his chin to face her. “Ely wants to try using a glass plug on you. It’s thick, ptichka, but I’d like you to try it for me. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Natalia. For you,” he said.
“Now, listen closely, little bird. I don’t want you to lie to me and tell me you like it if you don’t. I want you to be honest with me. If you like it, we’ll continue with that toy. If not, we’ll take it out and switch to another toy. You won’t ever be punished for needing something changed. You’ll only ever be rewarded for following the rules. You remember that, right?” she said.
He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, ma’am. I remember.”
“And the safewords are?”
“Red for stop, orange for slow down, I need to change something, green for go,” he said.
“Good boy,” she said and leaned down, pressing a searing kiss to his lips.
All of this was drilled into every one of us at this point. Even the members of the group who didn’t participate in BDSM. We used those safewords so often. Sometimes people would slip and just use them in day-to-day life. Consent was extremely important to all of us. But Natasha liked to remind us. Especially when things were going to get particularly rough, and particularly when she was doing a scene with someone who was such a big pleaser, the way Clint, Steve, and I were.
She nodded to me, and I moved in closer. She moved in two, and as I applied lube to his asshole, she slipped the cock ring down over his dick and balls. Clint groaned when it was in place, his head dropping forward and his cock already starting to harden. I slicked the toy and teased it in circles around his anus, before slowly and carefully pushing it in.
Clint moaned, his head dropping forward, and his hands tightening in the sheets. Natasha caressed his hair and soothed him, though the whole process only took a second or two. Even with the size, due to the nature of the glass and this being far from Clint’s first time doing anal, the toy slipped in easily, the rose end sitting flush to his body.
“Deep breath, Ptichka,” Natasha praised. “Relax and think about how it feels. If it’s uncomfortable, Elise will take it out. How does it feel?”
Clint took a moment, carefully considering the question. “It’s good. I can do it.”
“Good boy,” she said. “Stand up, come with me.”
He was quick to obey, jumping to his feet and following Natasha to the Saint Andrews Cross. She strapped him into it, so he was facing the cross and his back was exposed to her. She checked the restraints carefully, checking in with him to make sure they weren’t rubbing, and then she picked up a flogger.
She gently skimmed the ends along his bare back, making his muscles ripple in their wake. “Okay, Birdy, now Elly is going to suck your cock. Won’t that be nice? But you’re not to come, understood? You’re going to stand here and take what we give you, and then if you do, you’ll get your reward.”
He nodded. “Yes, Natalia,” he said.
She nodded to me, and I moved to the other side of the cross and knelt, ducking under it so I was between Clint and the cross. His cock stood hard in front of me, and I took it in my hands, cradling the balls and running my fingers up his shaft. I looked up at him and slowly dragged my tongue up his shaft.
As I’d gotten into position, Natasha had run the ends of the flogger over his back and hips. His skin had broken out into goosebumps, and his thighs were trembling slightly. She continued to tease his skin as I licked over the head of his cock. It wasn’t until I’d take him into my mouth that she whipped the flogger across Clint’s back.
Clint gasped, and his hips bucked forward, pushing his cock into my mouth deeper. The suddenness of it made me choke even though I could take him much deeper than that, and I had to take a moment so I wouldn’t start laughing over what had just happened.
When I got control over myself, I started to suck his cock properly, holding onto his hips and bobbing my head up and down. Each time I took him deeper and deeper until he was pushing into my throat.
Natasha mostly teased him with the flogger, but anytime he started to relax and just enjoy the blowjob, she flicked her wrist and the strands would sharply lash across his back, making him gasp and jerk forward as he suddenly tensed up again.
His cock started to leak in my mouth, and his balls tightened. I wasn’t sure whether Natasha wanted me to stop to give him a chance to keep himself together. Clint started begging. “Please, Natalia. Please. I’m… I’m close. Can’t…”
“Okay, Elise,” he said. “That’s enough.”
I pulled back and wiped my mouth, looking up at Clint from where I lay. He sagged in the bonds, his eyes out of focus and a dopey smile on his face, as he panted. I stood, and Natasha gestured to me to help get him out of the cuffs. We helped him over to the bed, and he flopped down onto his back, wincing when his back hit the silk sheets.
“You did so well, Clint. You’ve earned your treat. Because I know you liked her doing it more, I’m going to let Elise fuck you while I ride you. How does that sound?” Natasha asked.
He nodded enthusiastically, his dopey, blissed-out smile widening. “Please,” he said, his words slightly slurred.
She trailed her fingers down his stomach, his muscles rippling in the wake of her nails. “That’s what I thought.”
It took a moment for me to get into the strap-on harness, but with Natasha’s help, I soon had it in place, with a silicone dildo that was fairly thin and curved just right to hit his prostate. Clint was watching with blown-out eyes, and when Natasha pulled away from me and approached him, he swallowed thickly.
“You’re both so pretty,” he said, his voice soft and gravelly.
Natasha chuckled. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re so far gone, aren’t you?” She straddled his waist and wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock, pushing her panties to the side and lowering herself down on it. He groaned, arching his back and pushing up deeper inside her. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “Thank you, Natasha.”
“You’re so welcome, Ptichka,” she said.
I grabbed a bullet vibrator and slipped it into my panties, pressing against my clit and turning it on. It set a sudden jolt through me, and heat immediately started to pool in my core. I hummed and moved up behind Natasha. I lifted Clint’s legs, and Nasha pushed them forward so they were bent at either side of her, angling his hips so he now only gave me better access to his ass, but also pushed his cock deeper into her. I pressed the head of the toy against his asshole and began to sink in.
The sound Clint made as I bottomed out was loud, primal, and desperate. It echoed off the stone walls and just made that pressure in my belly intensify. I began to thrust immediately, not holding back anything. There was a sharp slap every time my skin connected with them because I was driving in with such force.
Natasha started to bounce on his cock, slowly at first, but the way I was thrusting behind her, practically forced her to move quickly too, up and down, up and down, riding his cock like she was in a race. I worried that of the three of us, Natasha would be the one to reach her peak last, or maybe even not at all, because Clint was so close right now, it would be hard for him to hold on long enough for Natasha to get off as well.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and began rubbing her clit, my finger flying in tight circles around her clit. She gasped, throwing her head back over my shoulder. “Yes. That’s it. That’s my girl,” she praised. “Just like that.” Clint reached up and began massaging her breasts at the same time, and together, we all started moving closer and closer to our combined release.
The room echoed with our moans, gasps, and the rhythmic clap of our bodies colliding. Clint’s moans almost drowned out the ones that Natasha and I made. He was careening to his peak, completely and utterly lost in the pleasure surging through him.
It hit him all at once, and he bucked and twisted under Natasha, mewling, his eyes squeezed closed and his fists balling in the sheets. He couldn’t even form words; he just shuddered under her as he spilled inside her.
“Oh god! That’s it, Clint, give it to me,” Natasha praised. It was almost as if his orgasm acted like a catalyst for hers. She grabbed hold of my wrist, holding my hand pressed against her cunt, and she spasmed as her orgasm hit. “Kak khorosho,” she moaned, sagging forward against Clint.
I wasn’t quite there yet, so I spanked Clint’s thigh and kept thrusting my hips, looking down at them both. “Please,” Clint begged. “Please, princess. Please come.” His begging me was the last piece I needed. I cried out, slamming in deep, and my muscles clenched up, and I came. “Fuck…” I moaned, quickly shoving my hand into my panties and pulling out the toy. I switched it off and tossed it on the bed as I took a moment to catch my breath.
When I was thinking straight again, I eased the toy out of Clint’s ass. Natasha climbed off him, sitting up at the end of the bed, and Clint rolled over and wrapped his arm around her waist, burying his head in her lap. She brushed her fingers through his hair. “Shh… that’s a good boy,” she praised.
I stepped out of the harness and grabbed one of the bottles of scented oil as I climbed up behind Clint. I uncorked it and carefully began rubbing it into his back.
“There,” Natasha soothed. Elise is taking good care of you. What do you need, sweet boy?”
He hummed happily, nuzzling into her. “Mmm… water… coffee… maybe a bath with you both.”
“Of course, darling. Whatever you want,” she said. “Elise, can you get the bath started and ask one of the guards to have an attendant bring us coffee?”
“Yeah, sure,” I said, going to get up. Clint held out his hand and caught my wrist. “Cuddle first,” he said.
I laughed and lay down behind him, spooning him from behind. “Alright, I got you, birdy.”
“I love you very much, Ptichka,” Natasha said, leaning in and kissing his forehead gently. “I hope you know that.”
He hummed softly. “Mm hmm… You just fucked me like you don’t,” he said, and started giggling.
Natasha gasped in mock shock and swatted his shoulder. “I do not, you cheeky thing,” she said.
“Mmm… yeah, you do. But I love it. It’s my favorite,” he said. “Thank you, Tasha.” He turned his head to look at me. “And thank you too, El.”
I leaned up and kissed him softly. “I was completely my pleasure, Clint,” I said, and not a word of it was a lie.
Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
Synopsis: Steve has been very stressed out with work, and Elly decides she'll try to get him out of his head.
Author’s Note: Requested by tvd4life22 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too. I AM CURRENTLY CAUGHT UP ON REQUESTS, SO IF YOU HAVE ONE, SEND IT IN NOW.
Orders for the Captain
I stepped out of my bedroom and made my way down the hallway to where Steve was waiting for me in the living room. He’d been overworked and testy lately, and it was clear to everyone - even him - that he needed to do something to relax. There were plans in place to get him some real time off, but I thought maybe, if he let me, I could get him out of his head for one night.
I’d asked if he’d stay with me tonight, and before he arrived, I’d gone to my room to get ready. I wanted my look to be both dominant and something that spoke to Steve’s specific tastes, and by raiding Natasha’s special ‘kink closet’, I ended up putting together a set that consisted of a black lace bra and French knickers, a matching suspender belt, black silk stockings, and a pair of black heels.
When I stepped out into the room, Steve was browsing through some of my books. He looked over when I rounded the corner, and he froze, his eyes going wide. “Uh oh,” he said.
“Uh oh, indeed,” I said, walking over to him. He was still partially dressed from work in combat boots, the dark blue cargo pants from his Captain America uniform, and a skintight compression shirt. I was a little surprised because after I asked him to sleep with me at dinner, he’d disappeared for a bit. I assumed he’d gone to take a shower. I guess he’d gone to do more work instead.
I trailed my fingers up his abs and between his pecs. “Did you go back to the office after dinner?”
He lifted his chin, almost defiantly, and I knew he was already slipping into the headspace I wanted him in. He’d clocked the game, and he’d started to play along. “I had a lot of paperwork.”
I curled my finger into the front of his shirt, clicking my tongue. “That’s not going to do at all. “When I tell you to do something, I expect it right away, not when you feel like it. Do you understand?”
The comment didn’t make a lot of sense in relation to what was being talked about. I hadn’t told Steve to come to my room. I’d asked him if he would spend the night with me. There had been no agreement about when he’d come down. He hadn’t said he’d go finish up work first, but there had been no expectation that he’d come right down either. But the statement acted as something else. A direction for how things would go from here on out; Steve wasn’t in charge anymore. I was. Now, Steve needed to give up his control.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, standing up a little straighter.
“Bedroom,” I said, pointing down the hall.
He moved without hesitation. Not rushing, but not dawdling either. I followed him down, and when we arrived at my room, he turned to look at me, ready for the next order.
I walked up and stood almost flush with him. “Let’s get you out of these clothes first,” I said, trailing my hands down his chest to his pants. “Strip.”
I knew it would take a while to get his boots off, and while it did put me in a more submissive position, I knew Steve wouldn’t let it change the dynamic.
I crouched in front of him, unlacing his boots for him as he pulled off his compression shirt and unfastened his pants. When they were loose enough to slide off, I stood again, and Steve stripped the rest of the way, leaving him naked before me with a pool of clothes beside him.
He was half hard already, and I reached forward and gently trailed my fingers up the length of his cock. “Good boy,” I said and leaned in, kissing him hard.
As we kissed, he let me guide him back to one of the armchairs. I didn’t break the kiss until his legs hit the edge of it, and when I did, I pushed him to sit.
“I want you to watch me, Steve. No touching yourself. Just watch. When I get off, maybe I’ll help you get off,” I said.
“Yes, ma’am,” he agreed.
I went over to my four-poster bed. I’d laid out a variety of different toys and devices that I might use tonight, including a couple of vibrators, a cock ring, a flogger, a thick dildo, a strap-on, lube, and a set of cuffs. Before I picked up the vibrator, I grabbed the lube and the cock ring and returned to Steve.
“We should get this on before you get too hard, Stevie,” I said, kneeling in front of him.
He swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
I added some lube to the toy so it would slip on easier and slid it down over his cock, hooking one ring behind his balls and the other around his shaft. I gave his cock a slow stroke as I stood. “Looks like we’re going to be in for a long night, honey.”
He let out a breath and nodded. “Looks like,” he agreed.
I grabbed his jaw and lifted his chin to look at me. “I’m getting you out of your busy head tonight, Steve. Come hell or high water.”
He chuckled and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
I kissed him again and returned to the bed. This time, when I sat down, I grabbed the vibrator and sat facing him at the edge of the bed, spreading my legs. I put on a little show with the toy, stroking it like it’s a cock, licking the end, and even mouthing at it. It did nothing for me, but I wanted Steve to picture himself in that position. Not just that, I wanted him to really think about how filthy I could be when I set my mind to it.
I grabbed the lube and began coating the toy, liberally applying the viscous liquid to the purple silicone, and moving my hand like I was jerking it off.
“I really love this toy,” he said, as I moved my panties to the side and turned the toy on. “It really can get me off so quickly.” I pressed it against my clit, the buzz immediately sending a jolt right through me. I moaned and lifted my hips a little. “Though I must admit, it does miss that personal touch. I don’t know. Maybe I should invite someone down. Have them get me off.” I teased the toy around my entrance, but didn’t push it in yet. “What do you think, Steve? Tony’s very good at getting me off. Should I invite him down to take care of me?”
Tony was a risky choice of person to mention. The offer was genuine. If Steve was nonchalant or bratty with his answer, what he’d get was me bringing Tony down and a very long edging session where I made him watch Tony make me come, in between rounds of me bringing Steve right to the edge and then stopping. If he begged, I’d invite Tony up and dominate both of them. The first of those options wasn’t super likely. Even when things weren’t really doing a lot for Steve, he liked to play along because, really, one of his biggest kinks was being about to make us feel good. He played along with most of our games because we liked them. For that reason, he wasn’t particularly bratty when he was being submissive. The second was possible. We were a very large polycule, we liked having sex as a group, and most of us had at least some level of kink when it came to being watched or watching each other.
I was hoping he wouldn’t. I wanted it to be just us, and I hoped that the threat of being made to watch might just scratch a particular itch for him.
It seemed to work. He shifted in his chair and swallowed thickly as a bead of precome pooled on the head of his cock. “Don’t…” he breathed.
The sound was so telling; he was almost all the way where I wanted him to be, and it told me so much.
“Don’t what? Fuck Tony while I make you watch?” I teased, doubling down on the torment, as I ran the vibrator up and down my slit. “Or make you choose? That’s it, isn’t it? You don’t want to make any decisions right now, do you?”
He didn’t say anything, just let out a small sound and shook his head. It was all the answer I needed.
“Just the two of us then,” I said.
I pushed the toy inside myself and began slowly fucking myself with it, keeping my eyes locked on him. I wanted to tease him, but I also didn’t want to drag this out for too long. I wanted Steve to be turned on, not bored. So I quickly picked up the speed and the rhythm of what I was doing, moving the toy in and out, in and out, and pressing the little rabbit ears to my clit to add a buzz there.
It sent a pleasant tingle oozing out through me, thick and warm like molasses, filling in every part of me. Watching Steve trying not to squirm as his cock throbbed and precome leaked down his shaft only added to it. It pooled in my stomach, hot and heavy, and finally, as I pushed the toy hard against my g-spot, the damn broke, and I cried out, thrusting my hips up into the air as my orgasm crashed down on me.
Steve groaned as he watched, and he shifted in his chair. “God, El,” he whispered.
He pulled the toy out and turned it off, tossing it aside. “Come here,” I said, beckoning to him with my finger. “Time to use that mouth of yours.”
He stood, and I shook my head and pointed to the ground. “On your hands and knees, you’re crawling for it.”
He obeyed immediately, getting on his hands and knees on the ground. He crawled toward me, his plump bottom lip was pulled between his teeth, and his eyes were blown out black. It was so fucking hot, I was already soaking wet, and just watching him made my juices drip from me.
When he reached me, I threaded my fingers into his hair and put my legs on his shoulders. “That’s it,” I praised. “Make me come, and I’ll start considering doing the same for you.”
He didn’t hesitate. He shifted my soaked panties to the side and lunged forward, immediately swirling his tongue around. I leaned back on my hand, arching my back as I dug my heels into his shoulders.
Of all my lovers, Steve knew how to get my body to react exactly how he wanted. I think there were several reasons for that. His major kink seemed to be hearing his lovers moan and seeing them enjoy themselves. It was part of why he always played along with whatever sex game we thought up, even when we were being a little annoying. That meant he was always more focused on the person he was with over his own pleasure. His heightened senses made him more in tune with our bodies. He caught every twitch and gasp, so he knew when he was doing something that worked. And finally, he had a photographic memory, so when he did something that we really liked, he locked it away for next time.
All of that meant that he could play me like a violin. He knew exactly where to put his fingers to create the sound he desired. If he wanted to draw things out and have it last hours and hours, he could. If he wanted to bring me to the edge and keep me hovering there for eternity, he could do just that. And if, like now, he wanted me to completely shatter in record time, he could do that too.
It was hard to keep it together under Steve’s relentless assault. He shoved two fingers inside me, and right away they were hammering into my g-spot, again and again. He pulled my clit between his lips and sucked on it as his tongue brushed over the top of the little bundle of nerves again and again. I was trying to be the dominant one, and I could barely even think straight.
I writhed under his attention, gripping his hair and holding him down as he brought me careening to the edge at a rate of knots. I couldn’t have held back even if I tried. He pushed his fingers in deep, curled them, and then corkscrewed his wrist, his knuckles grinding into my g-spot. It sent such a strong jolt through me, the dam burst, and I came, arching up violently on the bed as I gushed on him, crying out loudly.
I saw stars. Everything narrowed down to just the pleasure surging through me. I was barely even aware of Steve lapping through it.
I forced myself to sit up again before my cunt had even stopped pulsing around his fingers, and I tightened my fingers in his hair, tugging his head back. “Good boy,” I praised breathlessly. I looked down at him, his eyes had a soft, glazed over look, and his plump lips glistened with my slick. “God, Steve. That mouth of yours.”
I leaned down and kissed him hard, sucking my slick from his bottom lip. He groaned, his lips parting eagerly. When I pulled back, I ran my thumb over his bottom lip. “On the bed. Flat on your back.”
He didn’t hesitate, scrambling up onto the bed and rolling over. I smiled and straddled his waist, running my fingers down his chest. “You were so good to me, Stevie. I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”
I slid my hands up his arms, guiding them above his head. I took the satin scarf from the pile on the bed and tied his wrists to the bedhead. Even if I hadn’t tied them with a simple slip knot that he could tug on to release himself, which I had, Steve could easily break free from the binds. This was more for the state of mind than to actually tie him down. He’d need to show some self-control not to break free. “How’s that feel?” I asked, running my fingers under the fabric, not wanting to cause a friction burn.
He nodded enthusiastically. “Good. It feels good.”
“Good,” I praised, running my hands down his arms. “God, Steve. You look so good. I’m a lucky girl.”
I climbed off him and took the strap-on from the bed beside him and put it on. He watched on with a darkened, glazed-over expression as I stepped into it and fitted a dildo that was a little longer and thicker than even Thor. I wanted him to really feel the stretch when I fucked him. He kept licking his lips and swallowing, and I looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. “Do you need a drink, honey?” I asked, making sure my tone was gentle and serious. I didn’t want him to become dehydrated doing this.
He shook his head. “No. You make my mouth water.”
“Aww, Stevie,” I cooed, grabbing the lube and squeezing some down the thick shaft of the toy. “You’re so sweet.”
I moved so I was kneeling between his legs, stroking the toy so it was coated in the lube. I lifted his legs so his ankles were on my shoulders, and I pressed the tip of the toy to his asshole. I ran my hands down his thighs. “Relax, honey. I’m gonna take care of you.”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, his head tilting back. He looked so hot right now. I wanted to commit his body to memory. I slowly pushed the toy in, inch by inch. He moaned, arching his back, the muscles in his legs tensing. He took it well, and it wasn’t long until I was flush against him. “Fuck, Steve, look at you,” I praised. I ran my hand down his abs, and then leaned over him, bracing a hand on his shoulder, and began to thrust.
I didn’t take it easy on him. I knew not only could he handle it, but he liked it. It wasn’t long before he went from his face tense and set in concentration, to being relaxed, blissed out, and falling apart.
He writhed under me, moaning as his muscles clenched and flexed. The louder he got, the harder I went. Sweat beaded on my skin, and I was breathing heavily, but I kept pounding into him, giving him everything he usually saved for me.
His cock was throbbing, the vein that ran up the length stood out, and the head of his cock looked almost painfully purple as it poked out from his foreskin. A thread of precome reached from the tip of his cock to his stomach, where the sticky fluid had pooled just by his bellybutton.
I pushed his legs forward, practically folding him in half, and I reached down and pumped his cock at his cock at the same furious pace as my hips snapped.
His cock throbbed in my hand, and he mewled, his back arching. “Please… please, El. I can’t…”
I looked down into his eyes and smiled. “That’s it, Stevie. Come for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”
He let out a loud, guttural moan, and every one of his muscles seemed to pull tight. When they relaxed again, he came, splattering his stomach with thick ropes of come.
“Fuck…” I groaned as I watched him fall apart. I fucked him through it, and when his cock finally stilled, I slipped the toy out of him and lay down beside him, reaching up and unfastening his hands.
As soon as he was free, he rolled over onto me, cuddling in close. We were both sweaty, sticky messes, but I didn’t care at all. I loved being the one to hold and comfort him for a change.
After a little while, he looked up at me and nosed at my jaw. “That was amazing.”
“Mmm… you were amazing,” I said. I leaned down and kissed him softly. “What do you need? Are you thirsty?”
He nodded. “And a bath would be nice.”
“You got it, sweetheart,” I said, kissing him once more. I wriggled out from his embrace, but before I could go into the bathroom, he caught my hand. “Thank you, El,” he said.
I smiled at him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. This man did so much for all of us. For me. This felt like the very least I could do. It was nice to see him finally get out of his head in such a spectacular way. Besides, I’d enjoyed every minute of it. “Of course, Steve. Anytime. Trust me when I say, it was my pleasure.”
Synopsis: Bucky has never fully trusted himself to get really rough during sex. With a little encouragement and a lot of trust, he finally lets go.
Fuck Me Like You Hate Me
Bucky’s fingers brushed over the small collection of toys in the drawer in front of him. He was pressed firmly against you, dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt, while you were down to a lacy white baby doll. The rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against your bare skin, making your skin prickle and break out in goosebumps. You couldn’t take your eyes off him in the vanity mirror. His eyebrows were knitted, and his jaw clenched as he considered everything carefully.
He was hesitant. You knew that. He had a history with pain, both causing and receiving. The idea of getting rough in the bedroom might be enticing, but it didn’t come without trepidation. You didn’t want to push, despite how much you loved it when he displayed his strength with you, and how much you liked it rough. You were a couple each with your own traumas, wants, and desires, and you both needed to feel safe and satisfied in your sex life.
“What do you think?” you asked, leaning back against him.
He slid his metal hand across your midriff, the cool vibranium making you shiver. He let out a breath by your ear. “I want to…” he said, his voice low and full of need.
“So what’s stopping you?” you asked.
His fingers curl at your hip, biting into your skin. “I just… I can’t have you looking at me like you’re scared of me. Are you sure this is what you want?”
I turned in his arms and looked up at him. “I do, Bucky. We have our safewords, and I want to try it out. I want you to fuck me like I’m your own personal sex doll. I want you to fill me up and plug me, and then when you’re good to go again, to fuck me again. I want you to treat me like the desperate slut that I am for you specifically. I can’t get enough of you. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk. When we’re done here, I want you to take me to the couch and fuck me again, then keep your cock inside me until you're hard again, and go again without pulling out again. I want to be used like the only thing I’m good for is for you to dump your cum into me.”
Bucky eyes closed, and he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. “Fucking hell,” he said. He seemed to take a minute to center himself. He nudges his nose against yours, his lips just barely touching yours before he pulls back and opens his eyes again.
His hands moved to your jaw, and he brushed his thumbs over your cheeks. “I love you so fucking much, you know that?”
You nodded. “I know. I love you too.”
He kissed your forehead softly, then brought his lips to your ear. “And I’m going to use you like the whore you are. I’m gonna make you my own personal cum dump,” he growled.
The words were enough to make you moan. He spun you around suddenly, pushing you forward onto the vanity table, shoving your cheek against the wood. You closed your eyes, breathing deeply and trying to stay focused, because the sudden change in him was sending you reeling.
He grabbed the lube and vibrator, then shoved the drawer closed under you. He didn’t take any of the plugs, and you didn’t have any idea what that meant as he’d seemed so fascinated with them a moment ago.
You didn’t have long to think about it. Bucky yanked your panties down and spread your ass cheeks. He squeezed some of the lube directly onto your asshole, making you gasp and clench up. It didn’t seem to dissuade Bucky. He pressed one of his prosthetic fingers against the tight hole, the metal cool against your skin, making you shiver slightly.
“Relax, darlin’,” he purred. “Or this is gonna hurt.”
He pushed this finger into you, and whether it be the smooth metal surface of his prosthetic, your experience, or something else, his finger slipped in easily. You moaned, and your back ached at the sudden invasion.
“God, look at that,” Bucky praised. “You want it so bad, you’re practically sucking me right in.”
You moaned again, pressing your forehead against the cool wood of the vanity. He was already so good at this. For so long, he’d been holding this in, and he finally trusted himself and you enough to do it. It made your stomach flip with excitement.
He added another finger to your ass. There was more of a burn this time, but still, his fingers moved smoothly and easily in and out of your ass. Bucky groaned again, and he pressed his erection against your leg, grinding against you as he stretched you out. “Fuck, baby. You’re taking me so fucking well.”
“Yeah, Bucky,” you moaned. “I wonder how many fingers you can get inside me.”
He made a slight choked sound, like your words had knocked the wind out of him. “Fuck, at least four, I’d say.”
You moaned and pressed your forehead against the cool surface of the vanity. Nothing you and Bucky had done together so far had ever really brought to mind fisting before, but now the idea of your ass stretched around his metal hand struck you. It was obscene, and you clenched around his digits, your cunt flooding.
“Film it, Buck,” you moaned. “I want to see.”
Bucky froze, groaning softly. You raised your head, looking back at him in the mirror, and his head had dropped down, and his teeth were clenched. “Fuck, baby. You’re so filthy.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, his fingers still firmly wedged in your ass. It wasn’t until he seemed to have it recording and pointed at the place where you both joined that his hand started moving again.
He pistoned his fingers in and out of your ass, twisting his wrist and spreading his fingers to stretch you out. The burn would increase, you’d adjust to it, and then it would increase again.
He didn’t even check in with you when he started to add a third finger. It was a lot. There was no give in the vibranium, so your ring muscle had to stretch right around all three. It stung; there was no denying it. But you loved it. You loved the sting and the burn as he thrust his fingers into you. You loved the way he was letting go. You loved the way the pain mixed with the pleasure to make something new.
You tried your best to relax, your cheek resting on the vanity as he roughly fucked you with his fingers.
Don’t think I’m gonna be able to hold back much longer. Wanna get my dick inside you so bad.”
You mewled, your fingers curling, her nails scratching along the smooth surface of the vanity. “Please. Please, give it to me, Buck. I want it. I want your dick inside me.”
He groaned and pulled his fingers out, spanking your ass as he did. “God, you’re such a little cock slut.”
He handed you the phone. “Put on the video. I want you to watch what you just let me do to you while I fuck you.”
You whimpered and took the phone, bringing up his photo reel and turning on the video. It was zoomed in tight on your ass, two fingers already deep inside you.
He slicked his cock with the lube and poured some onto my asshole. You shivered as the cool gel hit your skin, and before you even relaxed again, the head of his cock was pressed against you. He rolled his hips shallowly back and forth, the head of his cock just probing your hole, the head popping in and out. He hummed, low and deep, the sound almost a rumbling pur.
You tried to focus on your breathing, in and out, in and out, letting your body relax to accommodate him. He teased you for a little longer, just letting the head pop past your ring muscle and wiggling around a little. Then, without warning, he slammed deep into you - hard. You cried out, arching back off the vanity and pushing back against him, as every one of your muscles clenched tight. “Fuck!” you gasped.
He grabbed your hair and pushed you back down. “Don’t fight it, darlin’,” he growled.
You mewled, your eyes squeezing shut, and you shoved your fist in your mouth, biting into it to stifle your sounds as Bucky started thrusting into you at a brutal pace. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. “Get your hand out of your mouth. I want to hear exactly how I make you feel.”
“Sorry, sorry, Bucky,” you moaned, leaning your head back into his touch.
“Don’t be sorry, just moan for me,” he growled.
He started to rail into you, his hips thrusting into you so hard that there was a sharp snap every time your bodies connected. He grabbed the vibrator from beside you and brought it to your cunt. He turned it on and set it to high. The intense, persistent buzz against your clit while he fucked your ass was too much, too intense, too - everything. You cried out, your toes curling as you twisted and writhed under him. “Fuck… fuck… fuck, Bucky, I can’t… I can’t…” you babbled as the world around you faded out, and all that was left was you and Bucky and the feeling of pleasure mixed with pain surging through you.
“Safe word?” he asked.
“Green,” you babbled. “Please, Buck. I’m close.”
“Oh… that’s what you need,” he teased, slowing his thrusts. “Maybe I need to drag this out, baby.”
You whined and rocked back on his cock, and he pushed his hand down in the middle of your back. “Oh, no, you don’t,” he growled. “You’re gonna stay there and take it.”
He continued the slow teasing thrusts, pulsing the vibrator on and off your clit. It was beautiful torture, keeping you squirming and hovering right on the edge. “Please, Bucky. Please. I can’t… I need to come. Please…” you begged, your nails scratching over the surface of the vanity.
Without a word, he picked up his pace again, pounding into you hard and fast. Each thrust made the vanity shake and bang against the wall. It was all you could do to hold it together. You stopped being able to form words; all that came out of your mouth were moans and animalistic grunts. They created a melody to the quick, steady rhythm of Bucky’s thrusts into you.
The toy buzzed against your clit, spreading that heat out through you, and every time he thrust into you, it hammered sharp jolts right into the core of your being. All at once, your orgasm hit. It crashed down on you, sending you reeling. You gripped the counter, crying out as all your muscles clamped down at once. You caught your reflection in the mirror in front of you. The expression on your face was one of pure bliss.
Bucky’s hips stutter, he pulls you back against him and captures your lips, and as he kisses you hard. You go limp in his arms and moan into his lips. It takes five more thrusts, and he comes, groaning into your lips as he spills inside you.
“Fuck…” he grunted. He let your body sag against the vanity, and you pressed your cheek against the cool surface. “God, darlin’. You’re incredible.”
He opened the drawer and pulled out one of the silicone plugs. He slipped out of you and slid the plug in. “There we go. Gonna keep you nice and full.”
You moaned and squeezed around the toy, and he helped you up, scooping you up into his arms and holding you against him. “God, honey,” he whispered as he carried you over to the bed. “I love you so much. I hope you know that. I never thought I’d be able to trust myself to do that with anyone. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
You look up at him, a soft, dopey smile on your face. “Mmm… you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me too, Buck. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.”
“Mm… not so sure about that,” he said, setting you down onto the bed. “What do you say we cuddle for a bit?”
You held out your arms to him, and he climbed into bed with you, letting himself pull him down into your arms. “That sounds wonderful,” you hummed. “But I hope you don’t think we’re done for the night.”
He grinned at you, his eyes twinkling. “Oh, I know we’re not,” he said. “Honey, I’m only warming up.”
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And another please: Darcy/Bucky/Brock, 7: whiskey. 😊
“Never have I ever… done shots with two people as good looking as the two of you,” Rumlow said, smirking like mad as Darcy reached for the bottle of whiskey, pouring the shot and knocking it back. She winced at the burn, but set the glass back on the table, glaring at both of the idiots across from her.
“I think that was her way of agreeing with you, Rumlow…” Bucky said with a chuckle. “And sorry, not to slight the lovely Ms. Lewis, but I did shots with Peggy Carter and Steve Rogers back in the day…” He stretched his back before continuing. “And I think we can all agree they’re the most beautiful people in the world.”
She narrowed her eyes and licked her lips, determined to trip him up. “Never have I ever… had to use a tampon.” She rounded on Brock, who wrapped his fingers around the bottle and poured himself a shot. He slid the bottle to Bucky, who shook his head and pushed it back to the middle.
“Bullshit, take the shot,” Brock protested, knocking his back without so much as blinking.
“I used one to plug up a bullet wound back in the war,” Bucky said, laughing. “Sorry, but y’all ain’t gonna get me on this. I’ve lived practically forever. I’ve done it all.”
“Not tonight, you ain’t,” Bucky said. “I think both of you have had enough, especially the lovely Ms. Lewis…” He slipped out of his chair and had her up and in his arms before she could protest.
If you’re still taking fall prompts, shieldshock and #28 please? :)
28. Stargazing
Steve ran his fingers over her back, the chill of the night air causing Darcy’s skin to prickle beneath his touch, and for him to pull the edge of their shared sleeping bag up and over their bodies. “I wish I could map the stars on your skin,” he murmured, sliding in behind her and pushing a strand of her hair out of his way.
His lips found the back of her neck, pressing soft kisses until she turned to face him, the moonlight luminating his face as he smiled. “Why don’t you?” she asked, rolling over and slipping one of her legs between his. “Map the stars on my skin?”
“It’s a case of the canvas being too gorgeous as she already is,” Steve whispered, kissing her lips until she closed her eyes. As his kisses became more heated, it left Darcy wondering if this counted as stargazing when he made them explode behind her eyelids.
“Fireball whiskey is a bad decision in a bottle,” Darcy insisted, even as Matt uncapped the apple cider. “And there isn’t a mixer in the world that’s going to change that.”
“Just try this, okay?” Matt said. “I used to make them in college.”
“See, that’s what worries me,” she said with a laugh. “College is bad decision central.”
“Don’t you trust me, Darce?” he asked, sliding the glass over towards her.
“Not even as far as I can throw you,” she countered.
“Just a sip, I promise you’ll love it. And then you can throw me wherever you want.”
She took a teeny sip, surprised that it actually tasted like a hot toddy should taste. Taking another sip, she set the glass down on the counter. “Okay, I took two sips, can I throw you now?”
“Only if you tell me where,” he replied, a smug grin seemingly stuck on his face because he could tell by her tone that she’d liked it.
“I’m thinking the bed for starters, I’ll let you know more after that…”
Ship: Beth the Waitress/Cameron Klein/Darcy Lewis |
For: @marvelfanuniverse |
Prompt: #B35 “Do you want to get dinner sometime?” |
Word Count: 252 |
Rating: G |
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“Do you want to get dinner sometime?”
Beth’s hand stilled, the coffee cup frozen in mid-air as she stared over at Darcy. “Are you talking to me?”
Darcy shrugged. “Yeah, kinda.”
“Kinda?” Beth asked, laughing a little. “Either you were or you weren’t…”
“Then no ‘kinda’. Just ‘yeah’.”
Beth glanced over at Darcy’s companion. A tall, skinny guy who always wore a tie and who Beth always assumed was Darcy’s boyfriend. He was staring at his phone and sipping on his coffee. The two of them seemed to always end up here during her shift. She’d just assumed it was their work schedule. Not that Darcy had the hots for her.
Darcy watched where Beth’s gaze went and laughed a little. “I mean… dinner would be with both of us. Me and Cam.” She tilted her head towards the guy. “If you’re into that, I mean.”
Was she into that? Beth glanced between them, noting how the guy’s face was reddening considerably. It was cute.
Yes. She was into it.
“I might be,” she said slowly. “If Cam would weigh in a little…”
He smiled, blushing an even darker shade of crimson. “I’d be cooking. You like Italian?” he looked up at her for the first time, eyes catching and holding hers as his phone screen went to sleep. “I’ve got it on good authority that my lasagna is to die for.”
“That’s because it totally is,” Darcy sing-songed.
Beth grinned. “I love Italian. Name the date, I’ll ask for it off.”
Ship: Darcy Lewis/Matt Murdock |
For: @thestanceyg |
Prompt: “Just breathe. Breathe with me.” |
Rating: T |
Word Count: 296 |
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“Darcy? Darce. DARCE.” Her ears were ringing, but she could kind of make out the sound of Matt’s voice. He must have found her.
Just like she thought he would.
She tried to open her eyes, but they stung too much. Dust. There was dust everywhere. The bank. She’d been at the bank.
Dust at the bank? Why–
She abandoned that train of thought as another coughing fit shook her body, her sides ached with the effort and she heard an odd gulping sound, realizing belatedly that it was her.
Hands were running over her body. Soft hands. Matt’s hands. She could just tell it was him.
The hands slipped beneath her body and hoisted her close. The shift in position caused her to cry out, but all she could hear was ringing. High pitched ringing.
The sun blazed overhead suddenly, making her previously black field of vision go bright orange and a little pink around the edges. She was being jostled. Laid back.
The clean air hurt because it caused more coughing. More pain.
But she could open her eyes. To see Matt there. Actually Matt. Not in his Daredevil suit that she jokingly referred to as his ‘leather daddy getup’. No, he was in a dirty suit. A tie she recognized from that morning.
What time was it? She’d kissed him on his way out. Gone to work. Gone to the bank. But that was earlier that morning. They’d just been opening.
The sun was right overhead now so what did that mean?
It means stop thinking, something’s happened.
He leaned close, his lips brushing over her forehead before he whispered something in her ear. Whispered. Said. Finally raising his voice so she could hear him.
Ship: Darcy Lewis/Loki |
For: Anon |
Prompt: “Can you come pick me up?” |
Rating: T |
Word Count: 231 |
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A/n: No Powers AU, Loki is a professor (not Darcy’s, but it’s one of the only professions I can see him excelling at in a no-powers au), and Darcy works somewhere else (I haven’t quite figured that out just yet), but there is an age difference that led to a break up somewhere in their past. Not an illegal one, just enough of one to render them too different to make it work.
“Can you come pick me up?” She sniffed after. It sounded wet and made his hackles rise. Not because he felt she was lying, but because of what that particular sound along with her meek request meant.
She was crying. And she needed him. Something horrible had happened and he didn’t even know what it was.
Loki knew he couldn’t ask her over the phone. He also couldn’t ask her why, when she had everyone else’s phones to dial, she had called him. He couldn’t ask what was wrong, because if he knew, he might not be able to see straight to maneuver the car to wherever she was.
His biggest fear was that she would be hurt and he wouldn’t be there to help. It was part of the reason she’d broken up with him. She’d accused him of trying to be her dad and not her daddy.
Which in and of itself should have sent him running for the hills, but here he was. Grading papers by the single light from his desk, a deadline to get those exam scores back by tomorrow. And yet, he was also answering his phone on the first ring, jumping at the chance to talk to her, even though she’d told him she needed space.
“Yes,” he said softly, standing and tossing his pen to the top of his desk. “Where are you?”
