Okay but Knife Play with Faith and Nat with Bucky as their bound “victim” 😛 🔪
To say this inspired me would be an understatement. It went above and beyond and inspired me.
I hope you enjoy this Suz.
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Wicked Games:-
Summary:- Knife Play with Faith and Nat and a bound Bucky.
Crossover:- Buffy the Vampire Slayer x Avengers
Characters:- Faith Lehane x Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff.
Warnings:- 18+ - Knife Play, Blood play/Knife cutting. Threesome. DP Anal Play. Strap on. Sex Toys. Dildo. Oral Sex. Edging. Vaginal Sex. Three people fucking. Consent. Safe words. Explicit language. I think I have them all but please feel free to reach out if I have missed one that needs adding.
Words:- 2849
Any mistakes are mine that have slipped through.
Soft gentle fingers caressed his bare skin.
Featherlight and torturous. Leaving a heated trail across his chest, stomach, arm, and legs. Marking their passage on his body one fingertip at a time.
Even with his eyes closed, he recognised the hands of Faith, on his inner thigh. Her fingertips hardened with callouses from the years of using wooden stakes as weapons, the strength in the way she teased with just enough pressure against his inner thigh. Quickly replaced by the feel of her lips, and back to her fingers.
Bucky bucked against his restraints, against the chains that were strong enough to keep him in place. Strong enough for a Slayer, strong enough for him. His arms bound above him. Legs stretched comfortably to each post of the bed.
Faith was teasing him, intentionally keeping her hands away from his cock, his balls. Fuck, he swallowed slowly, did he love her mouth taking him in.
Not that he could focus for too long on what he wasn’t getting. Nat’s fingers teased his nipples. Tracing around them in a circular motion. Followed by the heat of her tongue, a swirl of a lick, before switching back to her fingers again.
Their scent surrounded him. The sweet, citrussy scent mixed with the spicy hint of flavour that was all Faith. Honeysuckle and whisky combined, with the faintest lingering note of cigarette smoke. She was trying to quit. But that didn’t mean she didn’t sneak the odd one, after a particularly hard night patrolling the city. Then there was Nat. The rich and sweet scent of jasmine soap mixed with the earthy spicy scent of sandalwood. Both uniquely suiting them both.
Scents he’d come to love. That drove him wild with arousal as they were now.
Why had he agreed to not touching, or tasting himself? Because this was a sweet kind of torture, and his girls were nothing but imaginative.
A deep groan escaped his throat, as Faith flicked her tongue across his balls. His cock hardening even more. He resisted the urge to buck his hips, knowing they would punish him if he did. Biting on his bottom lip, he couldn’t lie and say that the temptation wasn’t there.
Just to see what else they would do next.
Would they fuck each other as he watched? Would they fuck on top of him, allowing him to feel but not join in.
“Look at our pretty boy, desperately trying to hold back.” Nat purred, her breath tickling his ear. When had she moved?
“He’s biting down on that lip, making it all plump for us. Such a good boy.” Faith chuckled. “But can he hold back if I do this.”
He swallowed the lump in his throat, heart pounding hard and fast as her lips slid over the tip of his cock, and she moved down. Throat vibrating, as she moaned around him. It fucking drove him wild when she did that, and then she added just a little pressure with her tongue.
“Fuck – Faith” A breathless pant, hips bucking, wanting to feel more, a craving deep in his soul, his body to feel fucking everything.
Nat chuckled, and Faith pulled back, letting his cock slip out of her mouth. He whimpered at the loss of her pretty fucking lips wrapped around him. Whimpered at the lack of heat.
“I think our pretty boy, is misbehaving.” Nat teased. “What do you think your punishment should be?”
“Anything.” The word was more whimper than anything.
“Anything he says. Dangerous words.” Faith chuckled. Her voice husky and seductive. “We can go, hot, cold, blunt, or sharp. I personally think sharp.”
“He does like his knives,” Nat hummed in agreement.
“I like how he handles his knives,” Faith drawled, amusement lacing her words, mixed with a desire that was all her.
Bucky groaned, his thoughts already swirling at the possibilities. Knife play was a kink he hadn’t expected himself to have, but then considering both Faith and Nat’s skill at using them, there was something sexy about the way the two women handled them. Something he could watch all day long.
He felt the shift on the bed, heard feet gently padding the floor. Faith. Out of her and Nat, Faith was a little louder in the way she carried herself. Not having had the assassins training where silence was your friend. Faith relied on her instincts, her slayer intuition to guide her to her prey. She was a huntress not an assassin.
A draw opened, and closed and moments later she was back on the bed. To his right. Nat removed the blindfold from his eyes. He blinked slowly, his eyes adjusting to the low lighting. Candles and moonlight, not total darkness.
The light danced across their skin, giving them both a silver shimmer to their naked bodies. Neither of them was particularly shy when it came to their bodies. Both radiated a sexual energy that had most blushing in their wake. A sexy confidence that vibrated from their very souls. Bucky knew though, hidden here in this room between the three of them was where the truth shone the brightest. Where the moonlight revealed the scars and hidden desires and vulnerability neither of them would let the world see.
They trusted him enough to show him. And he fucking loved them for it. Just as they allowed him to have his own vulnerabilities. It was them against the world, even when they disagreed, they were still united out in the world.
“Safe word?” Faith asked, as she picked out a set of knives, and hand one over to Nat. Her dark brown eyes meeting his and giving him a moment to think of the word. This was trust they had, knowing that they would keep each other’s boundaries safe and protected. Even when they were playing.
Each of them had their specific word. Personal to them.
Red for Nat.
Angel for Faith, though Bucky wasn’t sure what the vampire would think to discover that he was Faith’s safe word when it came to sex and their kinks and play. Not that he would ever tell the vampire in question.
His, was a little different. His was a word that had already been twisted to hurt him. A word that he was claiming back in some way. Even just claiming back one was giving him power back.
“Freight Car.”
“Eyes on me, Soldier boy. Where you at with this?” Faith asked, needing that clarification from him that he was good with this. A safe word was all very well and good, but they needed to know he didn’t feel pressured as well.
Anticipation vibrated through his nerves, his pulse quickening in his throat. “So fucking green right now.”
Faith nodded, her gaze slowly caressing over his body, before she looked at Nat. Nat, nodded her head. “Green.”
“We’re all green to go.”
She closed the box and placed it on the floor. Giving them both plenty of the room. The knives twirled in her hand quickly. He tracked the movement, his gaze lingering on her breasts, her nipples hardening under his gaze. The way her hair hung over to one side of her neck, exposing the other.
Nat shifted. Pushing herself to her knees, hovered above him as she reached for Faith. Pulling her close, until their breasts pressed together, and their lips crashed over the other. They kissed as if they needed air and the other was it. He watched, drinking in the sight of the two of them. His cock twitched; his veins burned with the need to touch. To join in, to taste them both.
Hands strained against the chains holding him in place. The noise bringing both of their attention to him. And didn’t they look divine, hovering above him, naked, breasts pressed together, knives hanging loosely against each other’s hips.
“I think our pretty boy is feeling left out,” Nat taunted.
“Does he want us to run our knives across that sexy body of his like this?” Faith asked, her hands already directing the knife across her own body. Just enough pressure to leave a thin red line across her skin. She moved across her hips, stomach, between her breasts. The line would be healed in the morning, but the way she teased at her bottom lip with her teeth, and a low moan escaped her throat, it was a tell-tale sign Faith was turned on by a little pain. Then again, she loved it when he fucking wrapped his metal hand around her throat as well. Hard enough to keep her in that space between one breath and the next as he fucked her.
His balls tightened. Cock hardening even more. His skin burned with an ache to be touched, to feel the pointed press of the knives against his own skin, his throat as they fucked him. Hard enough to draw blood.
“I think he likes that.” Nat chuckled, moving to straddle one of his legs, her own knife pressing against his thigh. The flat of the blade, until she turned it to hold the tip. Slowly she ran the length up, avoiding pressing too hard when it came to those arteries and veins that one wrong move could kill him.
Blood roared in his ears, skin prickling, as pain teased his senses. Enough to scratch the itch slightly but leaving him wanting more.
Faith climbed up his body, fitting neatly into the side of him, casually she toyed with her own knife in with her fingers, hard enough to draw blood at the tip of her fingers before she drew the knife across his stomach. Hard enough to draw his own blood.
He hissed through his teeth, pleasure mixing with pain, giving him the barest of relief and leaving him wanting so much more.
Moving in sync with one another they pushed him to the edge. A soft touch there, a slow drag of the knife there, followed by enough pressure to draw blood.
Shallow cuts across his arm and shoulder, his chest and stomach. Wounds that would be healed come morning, but for now, his girls were marking him. Claiming him in every way possible. A sharp slice here, another there. Soothed away by a heated kiss, a flick of a tongue across his nipples, a grazing of teeth, a suck of his cock.
His body trembled. Muscles coiling and tightening and still they pushed, bring him to the edge but never letting them fall.
Checking with him every step of the way.
“Fuck, green,” he whimpered for what felt like the hundredth time. His entire body a sensitive coil waiting to snap. Except he wanted to feel his cock deep inside of them. Wanted his tongue buried in one of their pussies before he got his own release.
As though reading his thoughts they moved. Both straddling him. Faith in front, with Nat behind her. He swallowed at the sight, unable to ignore the buzz that vibrated through him. Anticipation. Desire, an all-consuming need currently burning through his body. Fuck did he want them.
Eyes glued to them; he watched as Nat guided Faith from behind onto his cock. Hands on her hips, knife pressed to her skin. Faith sunk herself onto him. Her wet folds stretched around him, as she took every fucking inch of him.
“Fuck-“ A deep groan. His cock adjusting being deep inside of Faith, her walls clenching him tightly, her pussy stretched around him. They stilled, the two of them, Faith’s head leaning back against Nat who bent and captured her mouth with hers once again. Tongues dancing, lips crashed together, both seeking dominance of the other. Before Nat gripped tightly at Faith’s hips. Fingers digging into skin, knife stroking her stomach.
Faith rolled her hips.
His cock pulsed.
Nat set the rhythm. Teeth biting down onto Faith’s shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, fingers on hips, knife on skin. Together they fucked him.
Hips rolling. Bodies in sync with one another.
His jaw clenched tightly, pressure building inside of him. But he wasn’t ready to come yet. Fuck was he not ready to come.
Each swivel of Faith’s hips sent a jolt of pleasure through his nerves. Dark brown eyes locking with his, a wicked smirk across her lips. A steady beat. A temp set to keep him simpering, despite the urge to drive hard and fast into her.
Nat eased up from behind her, fingers no longer digging into her hips. Instead, she pushed Faith down, letting her body bend over him. Still riding his cock, letting her run her tongue over his nipples. Moving from one to the other.
Back arched, Bucky leaned into it all. His body overwhelmed by every single sensation he was feeling. That was until Faith cried out above him.
“Fuck, Nat.”
“Such a good girl, taking Bucky’s cock like a good little slut, and now you’re taking a dildo in your ass. Do you feel full, baby?”
It took everything in him not to come right there and then. Faith riding him, her pussy clenching tight around him, and now he was being treated to a sight of Nat, fucking her in the ass.
He could feel the extra pressure, pressing against his cock. Only a thin divide between them.
Faith’s body quivered. Tightened, as she rode him a little harder, picking up her pace, as Nat, fucked her in the ass.
They moved together. Hearts beating hard and fast, falling in sync. A thin sheen of sweat coated his skin, teeth gritted as he desperately clung on to his release, wanting it to last all the while longer. He could feel Nat’s hands on his inner thighs. Lifted himself up, knowing what was coming and feeling more anticipation for it. He had wanted to taste them on his lips, but by fuck would he take this as well. Having the three of them joined in such away.
He had enough room to allow his knees to bend enough, and on instinct Faith shifted further up. Her knife pressing against his throat.
“You going to be a good Solider, and let Nat fuck you in the ass, like she’s fucking me with a dildo. While I’m fucking you?”
He swallowed slowly, relishing in the feel of the sharp metal at his throat.
“Yes.” It came out a desperate needy whimper. But fuck did he want it. Knowing that Faith had a dildo up her ass, that Nat would be able move with her hands, Faith wrapped around his cock, and Nat using the strap-on to fuck him up the ass. All the while, Faith kept her knife pressed against his throat.
“Don’t move that fucking knife.” He growled.
Faith smirked. “Soldier, giving orders now. Will I get punished next if I don’t follow my orders?”
“We both know I’ll make you suffer, baby doll. Make you beg for it.”
“I don’t beg,” she gasped.
Bucky smirked at her. “We both know that’s a lie, but as long as you’re only begging me and Nat, I will let it slide.”
Faith laughed. A deep throaty laugh, that turned into a moan. “Fuck, you both are so fucking good at fucking me. But the last time I checked, Soldier boy. This was your punishment. Your wicked game.”
“Next time it will be your turn.” He swallowed.
Neither of them answered, as Nat shifted behind them again. Pulling flush to them both, hips angled just right, strap on perfectly positioned.
He groaned, loudly, from deep within his chest, as she inched her way into his ass. Faith stilling enough to allow him time to adjust. Feeling full and complete with both of them either wrapped around him or fucking him in some way.
“More.” It was a rushed word. Holding a promise of what was around the corner.
Faith kept her knife pressed against her throat, hips rolling as she fucked him hard. Picking up her pace, as Nat, fucked her with the dildo in the ass. Nat’s own hips thrusting in and out of him with the strap on. The three of them moving as one, bringing each other closer, and closer to their release.
Muscles tightened.
Until finally they snapped.
Bucky felt the exact moment Faith came. Her pussy gripped him tightly and her body quivered. His own orgasm following. His balls tightening as a heat spread from his cock outwards pleasure spreading through him.
He groaned. Body shaking.
Nat’s voice joined them only moments later, her clit rubbed against that extra part they had made for the strap on, to give the wearer pleasure as well. Not that Bucky intended to end the night there.
No, the moment his hands were free, the moment he caught his breath and his heart stopped racing. He intended on eating them both out, and having a feast all his own, as he made them come again and again. Until both lost track of how many times they came tonight and remembered that they were his, as much as he was theirs.
Pairing - Faith Lehane x Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff
Word Count - 2134
Warning - Threesome - F/F/M OT3 - Vaginal Sex, fingering, oral, comfort, fluff, love - mentions of violence - tending to wounds.
Crossover - Buffy the Vampire Slayer x Avengers
A/N - This is a repost from my old blog - originally posted in 2021. My love for my OT3 though is as strong as ever and I need these three in my life. Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics as originally requested with my old blog. Banners by @maysdigitalarts
Summary - Soft wasn’t a word Faith would use to describe herself, except for here, entangled with them with twilight caresses and her heart beating with theirs it was what she was. Soft. Only with them. Only for them.
Soft was not a word Faith would use to describe herself.
It wasn’t a word anybody would use to describe her.
She was bruised knuckles, bloody knives and death with a pretty smile. A force of nature that tore its way through whatever dared stand in her way. She was deadly, a weapon honed from over a decade of fights and battles.
Scarred and ugly, hidden in shadows, with a shredded heart and a battered soul. She was whisky flavoured, and burned by all who dared to take a sip.
She was the Slayer.
The Dark Slayer.
Twisted and broken, and desperately trying to carve out her redemption on a rocky road.
No, soft was not a word she would use to describe herself, and yet in this moment, with them and their caresses in the twilight hours, it was a word that summarised her perfectly.
Gentle touches, soft kisses, and she was melting as they moved as one.
Undressing her from bloody clothes, one item at the time. Her body ached. A combination of pain and need. Heat radiated from Bucky as he held her close, back pressed against his chest, his metal arm supporting her as he gently wiped the blood from the side of her neck with his right hand. Natasha’s hands undid her belt and the button on her jeans before she slid her torn jeans down her legs.
“Lift one leg up, baby.”
Faith followed the direction, not buckling under the order as she leaned against Bucky. She was too tired to argue, hurt too much to think about standing on her own, although the twisted voice inside her complained she was showing weakness.
With them, she was allowed.
With them, she was never weak.
Faith closed her eyes, let them lead her to the shower, swallowed the whimper that wanted to escape as steaming water hit her skin. Bucky held her, one hand massaging her scalp as her head leaned into his shoulder. Natasha gently washed her, cleaning the blood that coated her skin with a cloth.
The silence was deafening, and none of her usual teasing banter was there.
It had been a hard fight, a close call and a near fatal end that made her soul ache if she thought about it too much. Instead, she let herself relax into their gentle touches, relax into the tender way they were caring for her wounds.
Contentment sunk into her bones, and a soft moan escaped her lips as fingers skimmed along her skin. Desire flared to life, pushing through the pain as her body craved a new release.
Faith whined as they switched the water off, and their attentive hands left her body for a moment as they reached for a towel.
Bucky chuckled, pressing his lips against her skin. In that sweet spot at the crook of her neck that had her purring and a shiver running down her spine. He carefully avoided the scars left by Angelus. Even now, years later, Faith couldn’t stop her body tensing whenever anyone came too close to them. The ingrained instincts of the Slayer wired through her body to fight against being bitten. She had learned to trust Bucky and his soft kisses, learned to recognise his need as he nestled against her neck.
“I think our baby girl has other thoughts on her mind right now,” Nat teased, wrapping the towel around her body and brushing against her erect nipples.
“Be a good girl and let us take care of you.” Bucky cooed.
Faith didn’t protest as he swept her off her feet, didn’t voice a word as he carried her to the bed. The nerves in her body alight with need as desire pooled deep inside her.
She wanted them. She needed them. Needed to have Bucky’s cock deep inside her, needed Natasha’s tongue on her clit as Bucky fucked her. It was a different need than what her fights usually left her with. A different itch that needed to be scratched. A different desire coursing through her veins. As tired as she was, Faith needed to feel alive, needed to feel her heart beating against her chest as they moved together as one. Slick skinned and entangled limbs. She needed them deeply.
Gone were the days where she’d get some and get gone.
She was a two person woman now. A ménage à trois. Faith, Bucky and Nat. Nat, Faith and Bucky. Bucky, Nat and Faith.
Three hearts beating as one. Faith couldn’t imagine it any other way, couldn’t imagine not having them in her life. They were hers, and she was theirs. Three darkened souls, with blood covered hands, working towards their redemption, finding comfort, love, family. With each other.
She would die for them, would kill for them, though Faith knew in her heart they would never ask her to. Just as she would never ask them to for her. Slowly rebuilding themselves and making amends one step at a time.
Fuck, did she love them. And fuck, did that not terrify her.
But what they shared was love, regardless of what others thought. A love running soul deep. Where their kisses weren’t just kisses, but a place where their souls joined and heaven and earth met.
Faith had never imagined she would ever feel something so powerful, or ever have a love so deep to call her own.
Undeserved. Unworthy.
Old words that haunted her still stirred in darkened thoughts. Doubt creeped in despite her attempts at pushing it down. Old fears making themselves known whenever she allowed herself to truly think about them.
She didn’t deserve them, and yet she wasn’t strong enough to walk away. Would never be strong enough to walk away from them.
“Hey,” Bucky whispered softly in her ear, taking note as her body tensed as he laid her down on the bed. He always seemed to have a sixth sense to her thoughts, to the doubts that clung to her soul.
“Don’t be thinking things like that, baby girl. We’re all marked, all have blood coated hands. You’re ours, and we are yours. That will not change.”
“Kiss me.”
It was a demand. An urgent need to feel his lips against hers, to chase away the demons she carried, and the doubts that filled her. She needed to drown herself in his touch, in his taste.
Bucky kissed her. Soft lips brushing gently against her own before the kiss deepened. Snaking a hand around him, she pulled him close, slipping her tongue over his. Bucky kissed her back. It stilled her thoughts and quietened her demons. The feel of his lips on hers, his body pressed against hers. He swallowed her moan before pulling away, bruised lips and lust filled eyes.
“I need…”
Faith stopped, unable to find the words that would explain what exactly it was she needed. What she wanted.
He brushed her hair from her face gently.
“Let us take care of you.”
Repeated words that carried more than one meaning. She, who had prided herself on only ever needing her on her side, now had them on her side. A reminder that she wasn’t alone. A reminder that they would always stand beside her.
Always and forever.
Nat, climbed onto the bed next to her. Bucky lifted her again, with an ease and carefulness that made her feel treasured. Sometimes they fucked hard and fast. Bruised limbs as fingers gripped tightly. Where marks were left on each of their skins and their bodies ached for entirely different reasons than fighting the good fight. Where they needed it hard, where they needed the fuck to be rough.
But then there were times like this. Moments they gave to each other, where it was tender and slow. Where they worshipped each other in every delicious way they could think of.
Bucky moved her so he was sitting behind her. Leaning back against the headboard, her body melded against him as she sat on him. She could feel his cock hard against her back. He pulled her against him, loosening the towel so it fell away from her. Her skin prickled, goosebumps running up the length of her arms as his hands caressed her body. His thumbs circled her nipples, and she arched against him.
Faith could feel Nat’s hands stroke her stomach, feather light touches as they moved down her body. Her pulse quickened, her breath caught in her throat as her senses heightened. Together the two of them were setting off every single nerve ending, alighting her body so it sang. Nat’s fingers brushed against her cunt. Teasing her folds before she slid a finger inside her. Faith moaned, hips shuddered as tried to move, tried to push down further. Bucky held her tighter, keeping her in place. Super Soldier strength pushing against her own Slayer strength.
She needed more, so much more.
“You’re so deliciously wet, baby, and so responsive.” Nat purred, her thumb circling against her clit as she slid her finger inside of her, adding a second, and moving a little faster with every move she made.
Her breaths came short and quick, her heartbeat like fluttering bird wings. Muscles coiled and tightened. An ache deep inside of her built as they worked her to an edge she was more than happy to tumble over. Her body shuddered as a ripple of pleasure rose through her body.
Faith whimpered.
“That’s it baby, just let go.”
Faith rode the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her body arched.
“More... I need you.”
She felt Bucky’s hands move across her body, carefully avoiding the cuts, scrapes and bruises that were forming.
“Make me forget,” she whispered, her body aching for them. Aching with need.
Hating the vulnerability that those three words showed to the world.
I’m allowed to show vulnerability to them.
Bucky lifted her, spreading his legs and hers and holding her. Nat nestled between the two of them on her knees and guided Bucky’s cock into her. Bucky groaned into her shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine. Faith gnawed at her bottom lip, at the feel of his cock sliding into her. Stretching her, filling her.
They stilled, Bucky holding her in place, resisting against her urge to move as Nat positioned herself between their legs.
Faith cried out at the feel of Nat’s tongue circling her clit. Worrying it round and round. Bucky thrust into her. Slow and hard. Feeling inch by delicious inch. They moved in sync, finding their rhythm. Slow and steady thrusts, combined with hard licks and teasing sucks.
She fell into the sensation of both of them.
Fell into the slow and steady thrusts of Bucky’s cock, gradually picking up speed, a merciless and relentless rhythm that her body moved to match as her breath caught in her throat. Grinding her hips as best she could against him. The hot mouth of Nat on her clit, circling pressure as she licked and sucked had her rolling her head back, eyes half closed as the pressure builds, and builds.
Her thoughts scattered. There is only one sensation. Only them and what they were doing to her body. It was as though she was floating, hovering on the edge of ecstasy as waves moved through her. She had never felt this before, never felt the intensity.
Faith let out a sharp cry, arching into both of them as she unravelled between them. The cascade of pleasure thundered through her body and dragged her under. Her heart pounded against her chest, her fingers gripped tightly against Bucky’s thighs, and her body shuddered uncontrollably as wave after wave swept through her. Bucky’s thrusts quickened, her cunt clenching tightly around him. He thrusted hard, his body trembling as he came with a cry, her name on his lips, sounding like a prayer.
His grip on her eases, and she relaxed against him, their breathing ragged. Nat shifted, moving up their bodies until her head rested gently across her stomach. Faith’s hand rose, gently stroking red locks as she lay content between the two of them. Aware of soft caresses against her skin. Bucky shifted, pulling out of her, and her body ached at the loss of him. Yet it wasn’t the same ache she had felt before.
Tangled together, limbs entwined, hearts beating as one, Faith nestled into them, letting the aches of her body melt away. Bucky pressed his lips against the crown of her head, moving enough to reach for the sheets on the bed and pulling them up and around them.
Soft wasn’t a word Faith would use to describe herself, except for here, entangled with them with twilight caresses and her heart beating with theirs. It was what she was.
Welcome to my Buffy the Vampire Slayer x Avenger Crossover Masterlist, lovelies, I hope you enjoy the ride that is my OT3 in the form of Faith, Bucky and Natasha.
Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics that I originally requested on my old blog and she was kind enough to make for me, but I am slowly making the transition over to my new blog here.
Some stories you will find were originally posted on my old blog in 2021 but there will be new ones coming in due course.
Caresses at Twilight:- 18+ 🔥💖 Soft wasn’t a word Faith would use to describe herself, except for here, entangled with them with twilight caresses and her heart beating with theirs it was what she was. Soft. Only with them. Only for them.
It's My Delight:- 18+ 🔥 Natasha wonders whether she can keep up with her Slayer and Super Soldier
Wicked Games 18+ Knife Play ask with Bucky bound and Faith and Nat have some fun.
