#Poly Inner Soldiers

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Virtual Breadcrumbs || Poly!141 x hacker!reader

Summary: A kinda prologue to Search History, While you're having your menty b back on base, a little bit from the boys' perspective. Specifically Simon. Alexa, play Mastermind by Taylor Swift.  

All a continuation of this idea

CW: NSFW MDNI 18+ female pronouns , porn, porn, lots of porn allusion, the boys are all handsy with each other, Simon's lowkey manipulating the situation, again irl this is harassment, stalking warning to be safe? mentions of oral and vaginal sex, really just me being nasty from Simon's point of view

It took a long time to gain access to Simon’s inner circle. Simon Riley had a habit of being intense, all or nothing, especially for those he’s decided to care about. His captain and his sergeants were in that inner circle, and he cared deeply, implicitly, about them. Health, safety, happiness, and something Simon was especially attuned to was keeping them sated. A man of action and acts of service. 

Simon was neither a poet nor a psychologist, so he didn’t spend much time or energy putting definitive terms and conditions on whatever relationship the 141 shared. He cared and he was cared for, it was intimate on all levels, and that’s all that mattered to him. 

A bond forged in bombs, bloodshed, and loyalty above all else.  Four soldiers at the top of their game, literally battle-hardened (double entendre completely intended). He was content with his little circle.��

However, he couldn’t fault the boys for missing something a little softer. Something a little sweeter, something a little more pliant. Hell, Simon wouldn’t mind burying his nose in a neck that didn’t smell like sweat, blood, and gunpowder.  

That’s where you came in. Simon’s sharp eyes didn’t miss anything. 

He saw how Price’s signature little smile rested on you whenever your explanations turned a little rambling, the look of pride in his eyes when you cracked a hard encryption- he’d called in a favor from Laswell to recruit you after all. How the Captain didn’t scold you when your work outfits were outside the civilian regulations (which was often), not that Price minded the view when you’d drop something and bend over to pick it up in your pretty skirts and heels. 

He saw how Gaz would lean over your shoulder, just a hair too close to be friendly, and watch in a little bit of awe as you worked, how the two of you spoke in code (literally) to each other. He would watch Gaz get a little hot in the face with your flirty little quips over comms, voice a little tight as he returned them. How the sergeant would bring you little pastries or coffees on days they were on base, how prided he seemed when your face lit up, and when you’d unexpectedly touch him- grab his hand or bicep with your pretty painted nails? Simon would notice how Kyle would excuse himself to go do something else, sometimes dragging Soap off with him.

And Johnny. He tried not to show it, the Scot was as loyal as they came. A dog, Simon called him often, a mutt when he was being obnoxious. Simon’d noticed Johnny literally sniffing around you, his head following the lingering scent of perfume and shampoo when you passed. He was touchy with you, passing it off as being friendly, hugging you just a bit too tight to feel the squish of your body against his- a kind of softness Simon, Price, and Gaz just couldn’t replicate. It was a sport for him, to get you to blush or stutter. 

And, fucking hell, the banter. Your voice, slightly crackly through their headsets, leading and chiding them through missions. Something about the distance or facelessness of it made you bold and teasing. Soap would egg you on over comms, sending you both down teasing explicit rabbit holes, until Price would remind both of you that the brass had access to these audio files, and you’d get shy and go quiet, but not for long.  Gaz was fairly smooth with it, not often getting out of hand until you clicked off and he’d adjust his pants and collar mid-op. Something about Price’s authority kept you a bit tamer on him, but sometimes you would slip, and the way you got all shy and apologetic, Price’s chest would puff up a bit, beard twitching with a smirk as he’d ’scold’ you. 

Simon’s men wanted you, bad. But none of them were going to be the first to admit it, none of them wanting to be the first to want more. Their loyalty to each other was their greatest value, but it was holding them back this time. But Simon had a plan, all he had to do was plant the seed. 

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The 141 had holed up in a grungy safehouse to rest and recoup before moving on to the next portion of this assignment. ‘House’ was a bit generous- there was no central heating and it was little more than a kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom, the living room was basically just the foyer with a pull-out couch that took up the entire floorspace when pulled out.  The mission hadn’t gone to shit, but it was proving tedious, and stretching into a longer commitment than they’d planned for. Price was miffed about the time commitment, but it wasn’t anything new, it happened all the time. 

Waiting for transpo from Nik and information that you were working on. Even Simon felt the sting of disappointment when you’d told them you’d need them to quit calling, that the data Price requested from you was proving to be a challenge that needed undivided attention. They were bored. Price and Gaz had slipped off somewhere so the Captain could work out some of his irritation, which in turn got Soap huffy and touchy. 

Which was why the Scot was sitting, spine curled into Simon’s side, laid across the sofa still in full gear, long legs over the side while Simon simply sat up straight ( "s’too fuckin’ cold f’ this shite", he’d muttered after they’d found the wood for the old fashioned wood stove was both wet and molding, "Body heat it is, fucks sake." ), military-issue tablet using the secure network you and Gaz had set up. Too tired to do much of anything, too mission-wired to truly relax, restless and a little homesick.

Simon wasn’t surprised that it only took two rounds of solitaire before the Scot switched to the browser and started to look through the homepage of a porn website he didn’t recognize. They both knew this strategy, get yourself off a few times and your brain releases enough ‘good’ chemicals that you might be able to get some sleep. Johnny did seem uncharacteristically indecisive, getting quickly squirmy and irritated, as he continuously clicked ’next page’ waiting for something to catch his eyes.

A sniper always sees a good shot when it lines itself up, time to plant the seed. 

"Give it ‘ere." Simon gruffed, plucking the tablet out of Johnny’s hands, only smirking at the coarse language Johnny offered in return, though he didn’t attempt to get the tablet back. Waiting curiously and not so patiently for whatever Simon was going to produce, what a good dog.  The lieutenant took a couple minutes to find the right seed to plant, using key phrases that produced the results he was looking for. 

He let Soap peruse his yieldings. The actresses had some things in common, familiar hair and eye colors, familiar because they shared them with you. And the actors doing such filthy things to them? Well, that was the seed (double entendre not intended) Simon was planting, the bone he was throwing to Johnny, all the actors were Scottish.  The sniper knew his shot landed when Soap muttered under his breath, taking the tablet back, hips shifting a bit subconsciously as he scrolled, watching the thumbnails give little snippet previews, "Steamin’ Jesus, Lt…" 

"Seen you sniffin’ around our analyst. Pretty bird." Simon shrugged but his eyes were just as fixed on all the thumbnails, girls that looked vaguely like you in all sorts of positions getting rammed on Johnny’s- sorry, the actor’s cock. He saw the look of (Catholic) guilt on the sergeant’s face, swirling with lust and a pretty flush under his stubble, so Simon swooped in with another seed, motioning to a thumbnail where an actress with the same hair as you was moaning, "Bet our bird'd look better, bet she’d sound better." 

The guilt was gone, the seed planted and flourishing in the Scot’s brain, Johnny’s lips growing into a wicked grin as he settled on a video, not bothering with headphones or squirreling away in the bathroom.  One video turned to three, the two men taking turns chiding and teasing the other, and when his sergeant finally burst, it was your name he called out. 

Yes, his plan was going to work beautifully. 

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For a quick two-minute search with the sole purpose of quickly getting Soap off, Simon hadn’t been displeased with his results. Neither had Johnny if the spring in his step and uptick in screen time was any indication. The actresses shared features with you, but he was positive there was a closer match out there. And since he couldn’t exactly ask you, their lass in the chair as Soap called you, he turned to their other tech guru and the next part of his plan. Kyle. 

He was a bit more straight-laced than either Simon or Johnny, he’d be harder to convince. Simon didn’t know if he had it in him to debate the morality of purposely seeking out a porn star that was as close as physically possible to you… Or how that might affect the relationship amongst the 141… Ghost wasn’t known for being the moral backbone of the task force, and this wasn’t an issue that could exactly be bullied to be won.  

So, when first met with some resistance even if Garrick’s face was flushed and he was shifting in his seat, ("Simon, that’s… I don’t know what but it’s not right. What if she finds out-") he delegated some orders to Johnny. 

Simon didn’t know what the Sergeants got up to- that’s a lie, he had a pretty good idea, and he expected a repeat performance later- but when they came back, Kyle’s eyes were still a little glazed and his shoes were on the wrong feet. 

"Well?" Simon raised an eyebrow looking up from the rifle he was meticulously cleaning. Johnny was smirking smugly, belt still undone, nudging the other sergeant to remind him to answer their lieutenant. Gaz was nodding wordlessly for a moment, running a hand over his hair, slumping back in front of his military-issue computer, and opening a private browser. 

"Yeah… Yeah, mate, I’m on it." Kyle was practically still panting from whatever Johnny had done to/for him. Simon smirked, going back to his rifle, until after a moment when Kyle’s voice was more level, he added his requirement, "If I find her-" 

He paused, cheeks heating a bit as he reworded himself a bit, "A look-a-like, I mean, I get to taste her first." 

Simon could work with that. 2 down, 1 to go. 

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Lastly, John Price. Saved him for last for a reason, but he was also the easiest. Simon waited until the assignment was on the up and up again. Summit fever to push through and go home had its claws in all of them. He knew it was a good time because, after the last firefight and subsequent march through the woods to a safe zone, all the boys were too tired to fool with each other... much. Price was sitting against a tree, that ridiculous hat of his resting on his propped-up knee, face illuminated by his cigar and the light of his phone.

Wordlessly, Simon crouched beside the captain and held his hand out expectantly for the phone. Price blew his smoke with a quirked brow but was curious to what the sniper had in mind, placing the device in the waiting gloved hand. 

"What’re you up to, Simon?"  Price inquired suspiciously, lowering his eyes to the light of the screen as it was handed back to him. His blue eyes, older looking than the captain really was, widened for a second before darkening in the low light of the forest, "So this is what the Sergeants’ve been on about, uncanny…" 

Price watched the very short prelude, a woman who looked so much like you, wearing something a little racier than you’d wear to the office but as blood rushed elsewhere, Price found the realism didn’t matter much when if he squinted… it was you stripping off a cardigan and letting some sort of authority figure pop the buttons of your blouse before shoving you under a desk with your pretty painted lips wrapping around his- sorry, the actor’s throbbing cock… 

Seeing the way John’s expression shifted, Simon smirked under his mask, raising back to his full height and returning to where he’d stashed his gear. His plan was almost complete, they were in the final stretch.

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Simon was watching over Johnny’s shoulder, his hips occasionally rutting through his clothes into the scot’s back, a video that the sniper had chosen. Soap thought it was really funny that it happened to be from your doppelganger's Halloween playlist, but now was just as entranced watching the tall domineering figure clad in all black and mask absolutely ruin you her. The bed was a perk of finally making it to an actual base, with officer’s barracks, waiting for the official expo back to you home.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Simon groaned, biting Johnny’s shoulder through his mask and the sergeant’s t-shirt, as gloved hands twisted into hair just like yours. It was hard not to insert himself into the fantasy. A knock on the door made him growl, pulling him away from the delicious video and friction that Soap’s weight against him was providing. With more force than really necessary, Simon whipped the door open, only relaxing a little bit when Price was standing there with Gaz, both of them with their strategizing faces on. So, he wasn’t the only one making plans lately.

“See the new video that got posted?” Gaz questioned, looking down to unlock his tablet undoubtedly sharing it over to Johnny’s laptop still playing on Ghost’s bed. Both Lieutenant and Sergeant shook their head no. Johnny clicked on the share notification, releasing a breath that puffed his cheeks and raised his eyebrows as he read the title alone, the video still loading in the base’s less than ideal wifi (the 141’s latest habit undoubtedly eating up most of the bandwidth). 

It was your doppelganger’s stage name accompanied by the words Barrack’s Bunny Gets Gang Banged! 

“Fuckin’ Hell.” Simon repeated, words almost snarling his jeans chafing him as his cock twitched in his still buttoned jeans. 

“We’re having a dinner at mine.” John decided cooly, seemingly unrelated, leaning in the doorframe. His demeanor was its usual casual confidence, but his eyes were dark with the kind of want that spelled disaster for anything that stood between him and his goal. The seeds Simon had planted were growing like invasive weeds, wild and quick, “She’s invited.” 

“How’re we playin’ this?” Simon questioned relinquishing the reins to his captain, he was just as much of a soldier as the rest of them, he took orders well, watching as Gaz joined Johnny at the foot of the bed, both Sergeants watching the video together, hands already starting to wander, gear being unbuckled and unsnapped. Price smirked at the sight, adjusting himself through his camo cargos. 

“Cooly. Don’t wanna spook th’ sweet thing.” He smiled, mostly to himself making himself comfortable on the tiny futon that had been cramped in Simon’s room as an ‘officer’s luxury’. The captain dwarfed it, and patted the limited space beside him for his lieutenant to join him, “We’ll have ‘er eating out of our hands. And then we’ll have her.”

Price said this with the same easy decisiveness as he’d have busting a terrorist cell, but the curl of his lip, how his legs spread to accommodate the growing erection in pants noted the difference for Simon, his captain nodding towards the Sergeant’s watching the video, their breaths already getting heavy. Kyle’s hands fisting the bed's blankets like he might slip away and Johnny’s hips were already rocking a bit. Price’s smirk grew, eyes flicking to Simon before looking back forward, “You’ve been busy, Simon. Never miss anything, do you?” 

It was a mix of praise and teasing that, from his Captain, made Simon’s affirmative grunt a bit lower, something twisting in his gut, like a pet that wanted to be stroked more. Price chuckled deeply, nodding, “Bet that thick head’a yours hasn’t considered why you noticed alluv our infatuations with our little analyst, ‘ave you?” 

Simon didn’t respond, watching how Johnny’s eyes lit up much in the same way they did when he was presented a puzzle (bomb) that caught his interest, how he moved Kyle’s hands aside and rewinded the video, once, twice, three times at something your lookalike did that scratched his brain just right. Mutt, Simon thought, waiting for Price to continue, knowing that the captain couldn’t resist teasing him just a bit. He’d expected as much, maybe a vulgar comment or two. He was not expecting a truth bomb that turned him both introspective and horny. 

“Only reason you noticed how much we liked ‘er, cause you’re always watching her. You watch her just as much as y'watch any of us, wonder what that might mean?” Price shrugged, one hand working at his belt buckle before motioning for Gaz to turn the volume. The Captain actually laughed at the look in Simon’s eyes that most would miss before nodding back to the video and the Sergeants, “Now, watch the show."

Fucking hell. 

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Maybe it was that little bite of introspection or the flight home where they fleshed out every last detail of their plan to get you, the real you. (“Gaz and Johnny’ll do the leg work, play up the charm, and Ghost and I’ll work the opposite angle, strong and silent.”). Maybe it was how eagerly excited Soap was or how Ghost spent his extra time scrolling through your Instagram. Maybe it was the two brief interactions with you upon returning to base- how pretty your eyes were looking up at him through your lashes, how good you smelled, the movement of your skirt as Johnny spun you around, how you got jittery under his slightest touch in the briefing room… 

By the time he found himself on Price’s couch, he was impatient. Knee bouncing, checking his watch, making Gaz track your location. When you’d been sitting out in your car for more than fifteen minutes, he all but growled, snapping at Soap, “Go get ‘er.” 

And when Soap guided you inside, pulling one of those bright smiles out of you with his own jokes, and Gaz was helping you out of your coat like unwrapping a present, your cheeks already flushed all pretty from the Sergeants’ tag team flirting routine… He didn’t think he could wait for Price to put the steaks on the grill, he needed something to sink his teeth into, sooner rather than later. He was sure if he bit the curve of your neck, it’d be a lot like biting into a ripe peach… supple and sweet. Just like you. 

Oh, his plan had worked, the seeds were planted and growing and overtaking every other thought in his mind other than making sure him and his boys were sated at dinner tonight, and you were on the menu. 

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To quote Sir Mix-A-Lot, "Little Does she know I'm a nasty DAWG."

Y’all are getting this because my writing app deleted what I had done on Search History pt 2. Reminder- the reader is loosely based on Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds. The physical description is pretty vague, but lots of skirts and heels and makeup are mentioned, and I might have gotten carried away and implied

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❄️ Day 7 – Make do

Synopsis: Stuck in a safe house on a mission in the middle of nowhere on Christmas Eve, you and your alpha teammates are in dire need of some comfort.

Pairing: alpha!TF-141 x fem!omega!Reader Warnings/Info: No smut. | Omegaverse; military!Reader; a/b/o dynamics; emotional support (dog) omega; fluff; suggestive content; flirting; teammates to lovers/mates; eventual poly!relationship; eventual romance; typical omega/alpha behaviour

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Location: [Redacted]

EST. remng. time until exfil: 8 hrs. 4 min. 37 sec.

The wind is howling outside the shabby safe house, whistling through the creaks and cracks of withered floorboards while the rain keeps pouring down in ice buckets, fat drops pounding against the leaky windows.

You fear the seemingly ancient hut might cave in like an unstable card house with each violent gust of wind.

It’s definitely not cosy and anything but how you’d imagine to spend your holidays this year, but alas – you’re in the military, freshly recruited by a secret special ops task force just a handful of weeks ago, and neither war nor terrorism take a break, so you won’t, either. And you’re still trying to proof yourself to them, to those rugged, dominant and battle-hardened alpha soldiers.

Still, you’ve been away from a proper nest for nearly a month now and it’s starting to make you terribly anxious. You cannot possibly be of any use for your assigned alphas like this, not if you can’t even take care of yourself properly, and it’s showing.

Sometimes, the novelty of this arrangement catches up to you, makes you question your whole being and purpose. Especially, when you struggle to approach certain members of the squad to even offer your help and do your job. However, Captain Price had informed you in the beginning that you’re their first assigned emotional support omega, that some of his soldiers have never even been in close proximity to one before. He never told you who, but you already have a good hunch.

You don’t want them to know about your inner turmoil, though; don’t want them to think of you as some spoiled, prissy omega when you’re definitely still a soldier, as capable of the same war atrocities as they are – even if your nature gets in the way sometimes.

So, you do what you do best, grit your teeth, keep your demeanour neutral and make your usual rounds, seeing if anyone is in need of your support, though you’re ready for their usual declination – which is something that stings even worse than your own unmet need for comfort.

Nuzzling the cold tip of your nose into the thick collar of your winter combat jacket, you peel yourself away from the raggedy cot in the guest bedroom, boot-clad feet dragging along the creaking floorboards as you square your shoulders despite your own discomfort and walk down the short hallway into the dimly lit, sparsely furnished open living room.

And your nose immediately wrinkles at the concoction of sour, agitated alpha scents, cigar smoke, gun oil and musty wood. It’s bad enough to make your eyes water, but you swiftly blink away the gloss in your eyes, determined not to let them know how bad this is.

“Gentlemen,” you speak your greeting into the room, clearing your dry throat awkwardly as you assess the situation while the men barely seem to acknowledge you.

Captain Price is standing by a cracked window, puffing on a stubby cigar while staring outside into the semi-darkness, watching the storm, his broad shoulders tense and spine rigid.

Gaz is reading a worn softback book, sitting in the corner of the shabby couch where the old standard lamp flickers every couple of seconds, his dark brows drawn together in concentration, though his eyes barely move.

Soap is slumped in the only upholstered armchair, the battered cushions looking like they’ve seen better days; long legs stretched out in front of him, his bulky arms resting on each armrest while his head is tilted back, eyes flickering behind closed eyelids.

And the Lieutenant, Ghost, is sitting at the wobbly table on an equally wobbly chair in the darkest corner of the room, sharpening and cleaning his ballistic knives, the heavy scent of restlessness accumulated in his spot, though, as usual, his expression is hidden behind his skull mask, an air of indifference carefully crafted around his self while his own nature betrays him.

Their behaviour is making your stomach twist into knots and you swallow down a soft whine as your inner omega starts trembling with anxiety.

Then, Soap speaks up, his gruff, roguish voice breaking the tense silence, “Ye busy, sweetheart?”

You blink dumbly, eyes flickering around the room, unsure if he’s truly talking to you or–

But Soap lifts his head then, a boyish grin on his lips as his bright cerulean eyes lock with your, nearly making you squeak in surprise.

“C’mere, Corporal.” He says, lifting his bare right hand and curling his index finger, beckoning you over playfully before patting his thick thighs. It’s not an order, but the sudden interaction between you and the Sergeant has the other alphas perk up one way or another.

Price glances over his shoulder, blowing out a thick plume of smoke around the cigar between his lips. Gaz looks up from the pages of his book, one eyebrow raised curiously, his warm brown eyes flickering between Price, Soap and you while Ghost stops polishing one of his knives briefly before proceeding again.

It’s the first time one of them has made the conscious decision to ask for your presence, disregarding the brief and rare sniffs all of them have taken of your comforting omega scent in between action and battles.

Almost unconsciously, you give a stiff nod before approaching him while he sits up straighter in the armchair, moving his legs and angling his knees to give you more space.

“How–uhm–How do you… want me, Sergeant?” You ask tentatively, oblivious to the double-meaning of your innocent question, struggling to keep up your professionalism as you rock back and forth on your heels, heart pounding in your throat.

Soap’s formerly tired, half-lidded eyes light up with mirth as he drinks in your uncertainty, and deep down, he feels so bad for himself for denying himself and you this comfort  that you and the rest of the squad so desperately need – all on orders from Price; the admonition from several weeks ago still ringing in the young Sergeant’s ears.

“Don’t overwhelm her, lads. She’s precious tha’ one, a bloody fine soldier, and we wanna keep her around with us.”

But the Captain forgot that this is literally your job, that this is why you’re here with them in the first place, and gods damn, Soap needs a whiff of your scent, of something else but his or his pack mates acrid stench – something more like candied apples, cinnamon and fresh wildflowers – something more like you, sweet, sweet omega.

Soap holds his right hand out to you and waits for you to reach out as well, before he grasps your smaller, cold hand swiftly, pulling you onto his lap while he keeps you steady with his left, manhandling you until you’re sitting perched up oh so prettily on his broad lap.

Your lashes flitter briskly, bright doe-eyes flickering nervously as you drink in his features this up close and Soap is preening internally at the reaction you’re showing him, so surprised and almost innocent despite your occupation.

“Ye like sitting here with me, aye, sweetheart? Not too much for ye, innit?” He queries nicely, loud enough for the others, especially Price, to hear, while the corners of his eyes crinkle with giddiness.

You scan the room discreetly, vigilant eyes moving left and right, like prey looking out for predators, unsure if this might be some kind of test perhaps, to see if you’re a good omega, able to do what you’re supposed to. Looking back into Soap’s pretty eyes, you give a slow nod, “Yes and no, sir.”

“Aye… thought so.” Soap chuckles gruffly, pulling you closer against his buff chest, eager to have your warmth and scent seep through his clothes, mark his skin and calm his restless soul.

Gaz can’t take it anymore, can’t even continue pretending to be preoccupied with this stupid book in his hands. Not when you’re sitting on Soap’s lap like that, whispering and giggling with him like you’ve never done anything else before. It had already been hard enough, acting as if you weren’t there since you joined the team, when all Gaz wants to do is bury his face in your neck, nuzzle your soft skin, cuddle you close and have your soothing purrs reverberate against his chest.

He didn’t have a chance to hear them yet, but he’s sure you would make the cutest sounds and noises.

His jaw ticks when a whiff of your saccharine scent wafts over to him while he’s still seated on the shabby couch, just a few metres away from you. Perhaps, he could just snatch you right out of Soap’s hold–

The low rumble of Price’s chiding alpha growl makes Gaz bristle, eyes widening imperceptibly as he ducks his head slightly, because how did the old geezer even sense that he was becoming jealous… and possessive.

Suddenly, Soap calls out, “Oi, Garrick? Ye want a turn?”

Gaz perks up; closing the book at once, though he looks over at the Captain for guidance and permission, because he sure as hell won’t disobey a direct order like Soap did when the latter had asked for your comfort.

Meanwhile, Price’s annoyance is still simmering below the surface, vein throbbing rhythmically in his neck as he listens and watches how the Scottish Sergeant is acting with you, all gentle and playful, practically putty in your presence.

The room reeks less of agitation and discomfort now, their aggressive alpha pheromones now dulled and whitewashed by your strong, syrupy omega scent, melodic giggles and dainty demeanour, and Price has to admit, Soap does seem to be in higher spirits now.

So, he meets Gaz’ pleading eyes with a firm nod, and watches the younger alpha scramble to his feet, opening his arms invitingly, while Price keeps his distance, chewing on the glimmering cigar stump to ease his own restlessness.

“Hand her over, MacTavish,” Gaz huffs, long fingers wiggling in anticipation, “You wanna stay with me a bit, hm, sunshine? Aye, ‘course you do–” He coos at you, leaning in a little and getting a first real nose full of your intoxicating scent at this proximity. His pupils dilate at once, making Soap chuckle as he loosens his arms around you reluctantly.

You answer with equal eagerness, eyes twinkling happily as you slip into Gaz’ strong arms, chirping, “Yes, sure!”

You end up sandwiched between Soap and Gaz on the small couch, cooped up in two different pairs of strong, bulky arms while both young alphas gush over you, courting for your attention as they nuzzle, kiss and lick your neck, your hair, any patch of exposed skin they can reach. You don’t mind them scent marking you for the first time, don’t mind the way they’re getting excited as you feel their big bulges strain against the rough fabric of their combat trousers whenever you’re switched back and forth in their embraces.

Just once do you need to correct Soap’s behaviour by pinching the nape of his neck, when he bucks his hips up against your clothed core, rubbing his growing arousal against you briefly. But Gaz chides him, too, and that’s that before you continue coddling them as much as they do you.

Ghost is usually great at blending out his surroundings while simultaneously being hyper-aware of them, but you’re slowly and surely starting to get under his scarred, pale skin, carefully chipping away at his resolve with each tentative offer of your assistance to him and his packmates, always looking mighty eager to please and serve.

Fucking hell.

It's sickening, really, how your enticing omega scent seeps even through the barrier of black cloth covering his nose.

He’s never allowed himself to smell something so sweet, let alone be in close proximity with someone like you.

When Price had submitted the application for an emotional support omega for the 141 to the brass, Ghost had nearly lost it and, in a semblance of panic, threatened with both resignation and applying to transfer to another task force, anything that would put space between himself and any omega, not trusting himself to be around something precious and fragile like that.

And then you showed up one day, pretty as a peach, ripe as one, too, and Ghost reluctantly accepted your presence with a grumble, enforcing Price’s order not to get too close to you, though, that’s easier said than done, he’d learned fairly quickly.

Now, Ghost can barely keep himself from staring at the couch, where both Soap and Gaz are seemingly having the time of their lives – basking in the attention of their own little omega. He’s never seen the two alpha Sergeant’s act so bloody… corny.

And yet, the Lieutenant can’t help and wonder how it must feel like to hold you, to feel your weight on his lap and feel your hair tickle his nose when he leans in to–

“I know what I said about her,” Price clasps his heavy hand on Ghost’s shoulder, bringing him back to reality, “– but perhaps you shouldn’t keep restraining yourself like that, Simon,” The Captain mutters, “It ain’t healthy.”

“An’ what about you, sir?” Ghost counters, not looking up as he finishes up polishing his last knife for the third time.

Price huffs in amusement, fishing another cigar from one of his breast pockets.

“Don’t ya worry about me, lad.”

When Soap pulls back from your kiss-swollen lips at once, you whine softly, chasing after his pretty mouth, already utterly spoiled bit the little bit of attention you’d gotten from the young Sergeants, until the expression on his handsome face makes you pause and snap out of your contented daze.

“Ye ready for a turn, Lt.? Think ye can handle it?” Soap snickers while Gaz scoots to the other end of the couch, clearing his throat loudly, looking at anything but the behemoth of an alpha in his black combat uniform, now standing in front of the couch.

Your eyes go comically big as you tilt your head back against Soap’s broad shoulder to gaze up at the stoic Lieutenant; the cloth of his skull mask now tucked up to the bridge of his crooked nose, revealing dirty blonde stubble and several thick silvery scars along his exposed neck and the lower half of his face while his onyx eyes stare down at you with unmatched intensity.

“I dunno, Johnny,” Ghost gruffs out, tongue darting out to lick his chapped bottom lip, “Think yer pretty bird can handle me?”

[phoenixcatch7]

Deep in my ff7 rereads so here are my favourite fandom fics, hands down.

End as you mean to begin <- 130k+ of time travelling cloud parenting the remnants, seeking asylum in a war torn wutai to keep all four of them out of shinras hands while sephiroth is absolutely Going Through It in midgar. Great Genesis characterisation and cloud mothering his way to an international incident. Bonus gender hijinks, hilarious misunderstandings and zack. Unfinished.

The fear of falling stars <- 500k+ and soon to be completed. Cloud and insane!Sephiroth time travel back to their shinra days and I cannot emphasise enough how much cloud is Not Doing Well. Gorgeous wordplay and top tier banter. Utterly unhinged blood enemies to ??? to ?????? to lovers sefikura. It's E rated and probably the tensest I've ever been reading fic lol, it is not lighthearted! But it's incredibly well written and the characters are phenomenal (zack my beloved) so if you've got strong nerves (and like a quarantine pairing) I'd definitely recommend it.

Voice of the gods <- 170k+ of almost idyllic gods and avatars au. Slow, soft and full of world building, it's a lovely relaxing read of cloud getting anointed the envoy of sephiroth, god of war, and slowly growing into his role and joining the ranks of envoy. Lots of side characters take larger roles here, and sephiroth himself is a darling without losing his sharpest edges. Unfinished.

I CAN FIX HIM (series) <- possibly my favourite sephiroth characterisations ever. 130k and growing of pure shaking this man like a doll in a perfect mix of almost delirious crack and gutting angst (often both at once!). Very good writing, every single funny moment hits like a truck and keeps building until you're choking with laughter. Bonus points to ROADTRIP! for being utterly, utterly insane. I cannot emphasise enough just how GOOD every single character and their dynamics are written.

Just anything ff7 written by AimeeLouWrites, if you've been in this fandom for any length of time you'll have heard of her. Great concepts, great executions and aus for DAYS.

Five hearts to make him whole <- 130k+ of time/dimension travelling cloud getting sent to a world of soulmates - and his alternate self bagged all four soldier firsts. Alternate cloud also died violently a few years ago and boy did those soulmates (not) take it well. Our cloud, of course, was not read in on any of this. Shout out to the emotional support chocobo! Unfinished?

Shall I find rest <- another soulmate agszc (?) dimension cross but this one is 100k+ of post AC cloud and Tifa waking up and deciding to make it everyone else's problem. They're so done with all the drama. Bamf nibel duo to the end and Tifa is the mvp. Unfinished.

Advanced release <- 250k+ and it's sephiroth receiving the original game in a strange packet that appeared in his room. It spirals into a messy and painful exposure of conspiracy, lies and inevitable tragedy. Video game logic is a running gag and zack remains the only actually stable person in the whole sorry mess but he's also Having a Terrible Experience. Really well written!!! Unfinished.

On broken wings <- 160k+ of pure post AC sephiroth redemption from his pov. Him struggling to find his place in a new world and experience real human connection evolves into MOOGLE EMBASSY need I say more?? Unfinished.

With Great Power Comes Meddling Fucking Gods <- 470k+! Poly WEAPON cloud gets yoinked back to the past (feat agzs), dies for a few days and misses his family SO bad but he is determined to change the future for the better. Probably the most healthy and mature cloud ever lol. Unfortunately for him, insane!sephiroth is pulling a inner hollow and gaia herself isn't talking. If you like symbolism, whoo boy!! The dream sequences are a DOOZY (and drowning in eroticism). Wonderfully written, the divide between sane!sephiroth and his counterpart is really cool to see. E rated at times but it's absolutely DELIGHTFUL and WEAPON cloud is such a treat. And I cannot emphasise enough the symbolism. Zackkura (kinda) and slow burn! Unfinished.

A brand need not be seen <- 180k+ in a world of soulmates where the four firsts have clouds name on their wrists. Trooper cloud is tentatively, desperately hopeful. Then a smoking hot op af adult cloud appears, with no names on his wrists at all. It's a really cute flirty fic despite covering shinra politics, identity crises, huge self worth issues, lots of trauma, and finding your own place in the world. Unfinished.

Memory's struggle <- 250k+ of cascading time travel. Basically everyone goes back, which goes great XD. Everyone... Except cloud. I read this a while ago but I do remember poor cloud just getting loved and spoiled by literally everyone and freaking out about it lmao. He was so confused! Unfinished.

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A solitude of space <- a wonderfully soothing 90k complete of sephiroth getting resurrected and moving to stardew valley to become the farmer. It's sooooo peaceful and following him as he grows into his own person and experiences real normality and community is lovely, if a touch angsty. Eventual sefikura with cloud moving to the farm when he's not doing deliveries. It's just. Really nice. I think I cried at the end. Finished!

One-Winged Angel's Self-Saving System <- 55k+ sephiroth enters the Chinese fantasy Scum Villain world in place of the scum villain himself! (He's the third person to take on that role, but who's counting?) Reborn into a plant body he's set loose on an unsuspecting world with a completely different magic system (sentient swords! Immortality!), with only the guide of a mysterious hallucinated ai. Freedom to make his own choices! Aroallo seph rep! He messes up the plot so bad, recruiting accidental love interests with kill counts and resurrecting long lost immortals. It can get a bit heavy but it's really fun and sephiroth has no intention of ever going back. Unfinished.

The SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun <- 73k+ of the opposite of the last fic: the scum villain (the 2nd) gets isekai'd into sephiroth! Shen qingqiu, aka the modern world native shen yuan, fails to resurrect into his prepared plant body and wakes up in a new fictional world, once again as the villain. With his limited memory of the games and his immense knowledge of cultivation (scum villains magic system) he tries to get a grasp on his new life while evading hojo, the president, his new subordinates and the war front while cultivating to immortality - something shinra is VERY interested in. When I tell you these two fics have a GRIP on me. I've written so many fic ideas around them. It's actually insane. The first thing he does is completely redecorate his rooms and buy a whole new wardrobe, which is totally not suspicious XD. Unfinished.

The fifth act <- 160k, it's a good ol' time travel fic - with a twist. The truest exploration of ripples in a pond, or how kindness, when true, can be returned in most unexpected ways. Or maybe how a single act of good can change the world.... Or maybe it's about how you must never turn your back on an enemy. Cloud has people to save and people to kill, and only time will tell which is which. Complete.

Of Things That May Be Only 'Verse <- another series! At 250k, it's about sephiroth resurrecting, only to, uh, slip and crack his head lol. This sends him spiralling through a vision of a cosy life he'd never dreamed, and when he wakes up? He wants it so bad. But that means behaving. Slow burn sefikura redemption, side Cid/Vincent (vincid?) which ngl did convince me of the ship, domestic fluffiness and found family galore! And the whole series is complete!!

Little seph <- a 160k series about the AC sephiroth revival going wrong. Stuck in the body of a kid, post AC sephiroth is a feral kitten carefully domesticated with the power of pancakes, wing preening, and deeply uncomfortable sleepovers. He's a brat, a pest, a murder machine, but he just wants to be part of a family even if he pretends he doesn't. Eventual sefikura, and overall just a very good read. Fully complete!

We are no heroes <- 70k series, about a secretly time travelled sephiroth desperately trying to save his friends and finally, maybe, rest. When I tell you this had me SOBBING. I was BAWLING. Extremely good, zack is best boy. This man is just so tired. Beautiful descriptions. And, again, complete! Yay!

[yamino]

When I discovered Sailor Moon (the show, not the character) as a queer teenager, the moment I found out about Sailor Neptune and Sailor Uranus, they had my heart. On the other hand, it seems like the Inner Scouts speak more to you. I was wondering if you could talk a bit about what appeals to you about the Inners? I've been curious about this for ages but every time I tried to ask, it always sounded so confrontational, like JUSTIFY WHY YOU LIKE MERCURY AND NOT NEPTUNE NOW, NOW! For the record, I think the Inners are awesome as well (especially Mercury ♥ 🌊) and I'm just interested in hearing different perspectives.

When I was a young teen and first got into Sailor Moon, I was also obsessed with Uranus and Neptune! I drew so much art of them and they were extremely formative for me as a young queer person desperate for representation.

As I have revisited the fandom now in my mid 30's, I'm still enamored with HaruMichi, but I have also become a lot less interested in monogamous ships, in general. After a while, it feels repetitive and predictable. When it comes to poly ships, they are all so situationally and emotionally unique, that makes them extremely interesting and challenging to me to write.

I've also grown a lot more fond of the main characters (aka the inner senshi) because I neglected them most of my childhood in favor of focusing soley on HaruMichi.

I think there's an amazing potential for a very interesting poly ship with the inner senshi, especially as they all basically exist to love/protect one person, their princess. (Although admittedly, Usagi is my least favorite and the least interesting to me, lol.) I like all the different dynamics they have with each other one-on-one and as a unit.

I'm particularly interested in the ships that barely get any attention. Back in my day, Inners-shipping was basically a free-for-all with no one ship dominating the others.

But when it comes to Inners ships, fandom these days is basically just Reinako and MakoAmi, which is fine but not super compelling to me compared to their much more layers and complex group dynamic. I'm particularly interested in the one-on-one dynamics that get slept on in favor of the focus on Reinako/Makoami, like... what about Mina/Mako? Rei/Ami? A Rei sandwich between Usagi and Mina?

Romance/shipping aside, there's so much to dive into with their shared experiences and trauma. Child soldiers who have died for each other, over and over and over. Through multiple lifetimes, even. That kind of bond is compelling.

As for HaruMichi, I am actually planning a comic about them with my wife right now, potentially to become a series of short comics about the Outers family. Rather than focusing on HaruMichi as a couple, I really like thinking of them in terms of the whole family with Hotaru as their adopted kid and Setsuna being a co-parent (and who knows... maybe more?)

[bxnqchxn]

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠

This character is based on Tristan Caine [The Predator by Runyx]. All inspiration credits go to the author.

❝ You ever put a leash on me. I’ll fucking strangle you with it. ❞

❝ The Predator ❞

[ ✧.* ] — Age: 27

[ ✧.* ] — [1997.10.03] Seoul, South Korea

[ ✧.* ] — Lives in: Seoul, South Korea

[ ✧.* ] — Speaks: Korean, English, Japanese and Chinese, minor Spanish

Personality: Distant, quiet, serious. Chris is a mystery to all those who meet him. Very little is actually known about who he is under the mask. The only things known about the man is that when he hunts - he kills. He's fearless, calculated and dangerous. He does not like being controlled but he is always the one in control. For the right people, he can be gentle so there is more to meets the eye with him — just don’t expect it right away.

Background: Christopher Bang is the only non-blood member who is a part of the inner circle of the SKZ family. Adopted by Park Jinyoung and raised alongside his biological son, Park Jooyeon, Chris is rumoured to be the one who is going to take over the family. There is no information about Chris' family, other than his father used to be Jinyoung's bodyguard who was killed and his mother ran away, leaving the young boy to be taken in and raised by wolves. Raised to be a heartless killer. The family he's associated with own the entire city of Busan, while Chris lives in Seoul, in the penthouse apartment of a building he owns. It is thought that he has a lot of free reign to do as he pleases because he's the heir to the throne but it's because Jinyoung is scared of him. Chris is so deadly that even the most feared men in Korea are scared of him. He was raised and trained to be a loyal soldier, only to become the thing both families fear the most - the bringer of death. A predator.

Physical Appearance: Chris has natural curly, black hair which is often styled in different ways depending on what he is doing and working on. He usually keeps his hair short and black but has often been seen sporting blonde hair. He's got dark brown eyes, nearly black but when his hair is blonde, he tends to wear blue contacts. Height is 6 ft 2, Chris is built solid with an intimidating aura. He has a toned six pack of abs, large hands and veiny arms. He's covered in scars on his chest and back with a faint scar marring the left side of his top lip. He has multiple tattoos littering his body, but there are only 3 that are significant: 'numquam oblitus es' on his ribcage, a skull with a bullet in the middle of its forehead on the underside of his left bicep, and a snake up his right leg. Chris does not have any piercings other than one in each lobe.

Mafia Info: Trained from 7, Chris is well-versed in all forms of combat: hand to hand, guns, knives. He doesn't flinch or hesitate and despite his size, he is stealthy and quick on his feet. Quiet. A killer. Despite being an insider to the family, he's still treated like an outsider by a majority of them but he's the only one that Jinyoung won't dare try to cross. He runs a lot of the business in Seoul with his adopted brother. Chris is secretive and will not discuss his life with someone from the outside. For all anyone else outside of the family knows, Chris is a businessman, running a casino with Jooyeon.

Unlocked Info:

Chris rides a custom made black CMX 1100 Rebel motorcycle and drives a deep blue BMW i4 with a black leather interior. He doesn't take anyone for a ride on his bike.

He loves reading in his spare time and his favourite colour is blue. He's a great chef, great with his hands. He's prefers the quiet over a lot of noise and the gentle sound of rain. He’s a smoker, not heavy but more so when he’s stressed and while he doesn’t drink heavily, he does have one or two when at a club or bar.

[ ✧.* ] — This will be updated as more is discovered about him

[ ✧.* ] — Bisexual, fem lean. Dominant, hard/soft. Top

[ ✧.* ] — Poly/Multi-ship

Kinks: choking, breath play, kinfe play, gun play, manhandling, bondage and public. Chris enjoys spontaneous, risky and rough sex.

[ ✧.* ] — More will be added as it is discovered about him

The pet names he typically uses are: wild-cat, sugar, sweetheart and little lamb.

[ ✧.* ] — Enemies to Lovers Trope Recommended

Chris is not the relationship type. He does not see himself as someone who can open up and allow someone in to have a relationship with. He's never dated anyone before, however, he does have a couple of people that he will call when he's horny or he will go out and have one night stands.

He likes those who have a little fight to them. He’s strong and always in control so he does show that often. Someone who is scared of him but also who will push and fight back even if it’s useless is the type he’ll go for.

❝ His eyes remained on hers, the blaze contained but not gone as his fingers tightened on her jaw, pulling her up until she had to stand on her toes to accommodate. He leaned down, his lips almost in line with hers as his eyes pricked her like cold chips of ice, his jaw clenched so tight the scruff seemed even more pronounced. “Don’t. Ever. Try. To. Fucking. Control. Me. ❞

[sailoreuterpe]

Your second favorite Sailor Moon ship lol

How dare you make me quantify my favorites, lol! My second favorite Sailor Moon ship at the moment is poly Inners, so have two songs! Whether as friends or lovers, the Inner Soldiers all have special and unique bonds with each other. (I usually throw Mamoru into the mix as a metamour, but he's off on a retreat or something, lol).

[urmommies--girl]

Sweating in the Sheets - N.R x B.B x reader

Pairing: Soft Dom! Natasha Romanoff x reader x Hard Dom! Bucky Barnes

Warnings: smut, titty sucking, fingering, heavy degradation, mommy and daddy kink, vaginal penetration, oral (F receiving), way too many pet names, threesome, established poly relationship, ddlg content, thigh slapping, praise kink, orgasm denial,

Words: 1.2k

A//N: I can't believe i haven't reposted this yet it was my first fic to ever blow up

You lay fully naked on Bucky’s bed while his hands moved up and down your body— Your head rested on Natasha’s lap while she stroked your hair back lovingly, “Don’t tease, Buck. She’s been so good for us.” Natasha hummed, the super soldier rolled his eyes before grazing the pads of his fingers over your clit— you gasped and reached up to grab the back of Natasha’s neck desperately, “Mommy-“ you whined, She smiled and pecked your lips, “Tell Daddy what you want.” She instructed, your eyes flicked down to the male between your legs; “Please daddy. Want your mouth.” You begged, he raised an eyebrow, “Where do you want my mouth, Doll?” He asked, “M-my pussy.” You whimpered, Bucky dipped his tongue to your clit, experimentally. “There, sweetheart?” He hummed, you nodded quickly and released a loud moan, your hands flying to Bucky’s hair.

His tongue lapped through your slit deliciously, “Oh- Mommy-“ You moaned, tugging at Natasha’s shirt, “What do you want, baby?” She questioned with a soft smile, “Want- Mhm-“ You panted heavily— Bucky pulled away much to your dismay and slapped the inside of your thigh; “Tell her what you want, slut.” He spat, you whimpered, “M-mommy- wanna- wanna suck on your- p-pretty titties.” You sniffled, Natasha petted your face softly before grabbing the hem of her shirt.

Before she managed to get it over her head, Bucky stopped her, “Make her beg.” He sneered, a greedy smirk evident on his face, your eyes widened and you looked up to Natasha for support but she had an expecting grin on her face as well— you had no issue with begging but you weren’t exactly sure what you were actually begging for; the words you’d said before had faded completely out of your mind. “P-please mommy. Please, wanna be good- wanna-“ You begged incoherently but interrupted by Bucky’s fingers sliding into your waiting hole— Natasha removed her shirt above you while you were distracted by Bucky’s fingers consistently penetrating your vagina.

Natasha brought your attention back with a light tap on the side of your face, your glossy eyes connected with her green ones before you looked down at her bare chest, your pupils going wide with excitement; finally she closed the distance between you and her breasts, to which your mouth latched around her breasts, sucking gently.

Bucky’s fingers left your hole much to your dismay as you whined in protest— another sharp hit landed on the inner flesh of your thigh, “Don’t whine. It’s pathetic.” Bucky sneered, “You know, you don't even deserve my cock, fuckin’ bitch”, Bucky discarded his belt somewhere before pulling both his boxers and pants down at the same time. Your heart rate picked up with both fear and anticipation but you refused to let go of Natasha’s breasts.

He lined his cock up with your entrance and pumped himself a few times— “Go easy on her Buck. She's done so good!" Natasha both warned Bucky and praised you.

"she has done good, hasn’t she?" He smiled sinisterly, “She’s a good little slut.” His hips rammed into yours in one swift motion, his cock gliding through your wet folds with ease.

His thrusts were rough and hard and his pace was quick and brutal. You reached up to grab Natasha’s breasts for support and comfort. As soon as Bucky caught what you were doing, he laughed menacingly, “Why don't you make mommy feel good too? Let her ride your slutty face. You’d fuckin’ love that wouldn’t you?" He taunted— You whine as Natasha forces you to pull away from her breasts— she didn’t take her nipples away from you without leaving a gift first; leaving a soft kiss on your nose before lifting herself up and pressing her pussy above your open mouth.

Natasha began to grind her hips down against your tongue and you reached your hands up to knead the flesh of her thighs, Bucky grabbed your hands away and held them together roughly— as much as the grip was painful you were grate fun you at least had something to hold. Something to keep you secure.

Bucky’s cock was long and thick; you could feel him press against the walls of you stomach, almost as if wanting to get out; you wanted so desperately to scream but at the same time, you needed focus on making your mommy feel good.

Your tongue glided through her folds until you got your desired reaction when you pressed against her clit— she let out a pornographic moan as she rode your face faster and faster. Your mouth was licking and swallowing all of her juices that dripped from her sopping cunt; with the rough pounding of Bucky’s cock and the delicious taste of Natasha’s pussy on your tongue, made for an incredible sense of pleasure that caused loud rumbles of pleasure to bellow from your throat.

The bruising grip on your hands fell as Bucky re-purposed his thrust to his own pleasure and used your own pussy as if it were a fleshlight. You bucked your hips upwards at the abuse and soft whimpers vibrated through to the beautiful woman above you. Her wanton moans were almost enough to make you forget about how hard Bucky was pounding you. almost.

Bucky pushed your legs upwards to get a deeper angle and continued to pound you. You felt his cock twitch inside you and you knew his high was close— But so was yours. Your release grew closer and closer as your pussy tightened around his length.

One simple rule had managed to slip your mind as your brain had focused on two things; making Natasha feel good and your own orgasm.

You had forgotten to ask.

Bucky felt your walls clench around his throbbing cock without hearing any words from you; not even a muffled ask. He pulled out instantly— leaving you empty and sobbing desperately as he took away your release.

Bucky didn’t let the lack of your warmth stop his own pleasure as he continued to pump his length quickly— Natasha did the same; chasing her release as she continued to use your mouth for pleasure.

A warm liquid spilled from above you as Natasha spilled her seed down your throat— through your fit of sobs you managed to swallow every ounce of her liquid before she removed herself of your face. You inhaled a breath of the warm sex filled air, the moment her heat left your mouth.

You gazed down at the super soldier that was settled at the base his bed where his long cock was pumping in his hand— his head was thrown back and a loud grown spilled from the male as he released on your lower abdomen.

A moment later your two dominants calmed down from their highs before their eyes trailed down your nude body— “Poor thing.” Natasha cooed, wiping the tears from you eyes, “Oh pet… did you forget the rules again?” Bucky’s tone was mean and condescending, “Y-yes- b-but I’m sorry- please- please make me cum.” You babbled, he pouted at you, “Oh no baby.. you forgot. That’s on you.” He accused, “You don’t get to cum. Only mommy and daddy do tonight.” He taunted; another sob broke from your throat as you gazed up at Natasha for some sympathy, “M’sorry baby.” She caressed your cheek softly, “Dumb. Little. Baby.”.

[runekirikjartan]

Aledolfo + Valeria Thoughts Pre-MW2 Campaign.

Alejandro, Rodolfo and Valeria were in a poly-relationship prior to Valeria deciding she was okay with working for La Araña.

Rodlofo understood why Valeria did it, but that doesn't mean he forgives her for what the betrayal and disappearance did to Alejandro.

The initial disappearing act Valeria pulled actually caused Alejandro and Rodolfo to take a break from each other-

Alejandro chose anger and violence, often spending time in the gym on base than with Rodolfo.

Anger brought Rodolfo nothing but pain when he was younger so he chose to withdraw instead and focus on his work instead.

They forgot how to make time for each other.

It took one of them almost dying (Alejandro) to get their asses back into gear and to realize they were still in love with each other.

After Alejandro recovered Rudy drove them out to the safehouse where Rodolfo set up a ladder and got both he and Alejandro up onto the roof to watch the sunset, home cooked food in a basket and a bottle of tequila that they promised to open when they retired.

Alejandro's biggest fear is giving an order that'll get Rodolfo killed during a mission; dying on a mission is expected, their line of work isn't safe, but there's a difference between someone getting a lucky shot and Alejandro being the one who instructed Rodolfo to his death.

Rodolfo's biggest fear is that something will drive Alejandro back into that state where anger and violence were the only things on his mind.

Missing Valeria:

Alejandro may have been closer to her as a friend, but Rodolfo still mourns her deeply as a lover. She had understood him in a way that Alejandro didn't, never picked on his quiet focused anger, or teased him when he didn't feel like being talkative or friendly.

Alejandro doesn't know whether or not she'll survive their next meeting if Rodolfo isn't there to mediate, the betrayal makes him feel like shit, why weren't they good enough, why wasn't being good, good enough? When did Valeria decided that they, and Las Almas deserved to burn?

Rodolfo dreams about her sometimes and gets upset when he wakes, then feels guilty about it because he doesn't want to burden Alejandro with thoughts about her.

Alejandro wonders what would've happened if they weren't soldiers and if the three of them would still be together.

Rodolfo had rings for them both, expensive things he'd spent a portion of his savings on, the band on Alejandro's is thick and black, inlaid with two gems, one the colour of valeria's eyes, another the colour of his own. The matching set for Valeria is similar in concept, a diamond flanked by smaller gems of the same colours, her eyes swapped for Alejandro's.

They sit forgotten underneath the floorboards in a safehouse that they don't use anymore. (Alejandro doesn't know about them).

some bonus headcanons under the cut-

Valeria headcanons:

Alejandro had wormed his way into her heart, past all her defenses without even being phased by them. She hates that she felt so deeply for them.

She takes her coffee the same way Rodolfo has it because he always made it so nice- it reminds her of him.

Rodolfo had been kind to her even before their relationship when he didn't like her, a part of her misses him dearly, even if she knows he will not forgive her.

She has one of Alejandro's old cufflinks where it fell into her things while she was packing.

She has a series of polaroid pictures that Rodolfo took of her and Alejandro tucked away; she hates that she and Alejandro look so in love.

Rodolfo made her a crocheted blanket one day in winter when she complained it was cold and she still uses it even without them warming her sides.

Occasionally she remembers that she was jealous of the devotion Rodolfo gives, always steady and present, then she remembers that Rodolfo had also offered her the same when they were together.

[NSFW] The most memorable thing Rodolfo left her was a set of teeth prints on her inner thigh when he was eating her out.

She thinks Alejandro is far too good of a man to ever be a part of the cartel, and she never would've asked it for him.

[bucksfucks]

      hungry eyes

abstract ; you & bucky love to experiment. and steve loves to watch. then one night, he gets to join.

pairing ; 40’s!stucky x f!reader

word count ; 4,058 words

warnings ; threesome, talk of steve’s asthma, poly dynamics [bucky x reader in established relationship], voyeurism [steve watching them secretly], loss of virginity [steve], soft!dom!bucky, sub!steve + reader, oral [all receiving], pet names [baby, baby boy, good boy, good girl, darling], praise kink, unprotected sex, teasing & taunting, multiple orgasms [for reader], brief handjob, size kink, shy!steve, bucky & steve kiss, blowjobs [steve & bucky receiving], nipple play, authority kink, cuckholding, bucky finishes in readers mouth, slight angst at the end [open ending] — 18 + ONLY • MINORS DNI

notes ; a few things. i’ve never written for 40′s bucky or steve, so this is a new one for me!secondly, i think it would be super fun to write a part two...somehow connecting steve and bucky when they’re both big, beefy, and bucky is metal-armed.

Bucky introduced you to a lot of things.

Like orgasms.

The first time you’d ever been intimate, Bucky slowly spread your legs and peppered soft kisses to your inner thighs before you stopped him.

“You don’t have to,” you uttered as he gave you a look of confusion. “But I want to.”

Bucky wanted to eat you out. Wanted to taste you and watch you squirm and ultimately come all over his face and tongue.

You’d never been the same.

Bucky also introduced you to his best friend, Steve.

Steve was a sweet, 5′4 little guy who would’ve taken a bullet for you the day you met. 

You always thought Steve was cute. He was always so warm when you hugged him, watching the way a blush crept to his pale cheeks when you pressed a red-lipped kiss to his cheek.

Bucky thought it was adorable, his best friend and girl getting along so well. 

One thing that you discovered is that Bucky loved to experiment. He loved trying new foods, new rides at the carnival, and of course, new ways to make you moan his name.

There wasn’t many things that was off limit to Bucky or you. 

You had finally gotten a taste of such pleasure you could only ever dream of before and you wanted more. 

Hungry and greedy for more.

“Shh, darling.” Bucky chuckled against your lips as he shucked your jacket off your shoulders and onto the floor. 

“You gotta keep it down, Stevie’s home, remember?” You had just gotten back from a date, a cheap bottle of wine shared between the two of you as Bucky helped you both sneak onto the roof of your building. 

You giggled, pulling him in by the lapels of his collared shirt, “then shut up and kiss me.” 

His arms were around your waist, tugging you close to his body as you both stumbled through the small, barely five hundred square foot apartment as the floorboards creaked and groaned. 

You fell into bed, Bucky aimlessly kicking the door shut, but it never fully closed. 

Clothes came off, falling somewhere on the old wooden floor before Bucky slowly sunk into you. There was no time for foreplay, not when you’d both been teasing each other relentlessly all night long. 

No, Bucky couldn’t wait anymore. His cock had been hard and aching in his slacks the entire night and your underwear had a permanent wet patch from your arousal. 

When he sunk into you, slow and deep, you both let out soft little moans as Bucky buried his face in the crook of your neck, “fuck.”

“That’s my girl,” he purred, moving his hips. The bed shook, headboard gently rocking against the wall. 

“You look s’pretty under me, a soldier’s wet dream.” He softly growled, “submissive and able to take everythin’ I give you.” 

Bucky always had a way with words, able to get you riled up with just a few sentences. 

He kept a steady rhythm with his hips, deep and calculated strokes hitting the sweet spot inside of you that made your toes curl and eyes roll to the back of your head. 

Then you heard the soft creaking of a floorboard just outside of the bedroom. 

It didn’t seem to startle Bucky all too much, but it grabbed his attention as he briefly snapped his head in the direction of the door. 

A small glance is all it took for him to turn back, wicked smirk on his lips. 

“Baby,” he whispered. “We have company tonight.”

You gasped, Bucky’s thrusts never ceasing as he kept your head locked and caged between two thick muscular forearms. 

He leaned down to your ear, kissing your sweet spot. 

“Stevie jus’ couldn’t help but take a peek at us. Had to know what it was we were doin’ that’s makin’ ya moan so sweetly.” He said, barely audible to you, but it was loud enough for you to whimper. 

He’s thrusting a little harsher now, your slick coating both of your thighs at the sudden visitor. 

Bucky then looked at you, winking before wrapping a hand around your neck and fucking you into a bliss-filled oblivion that nearly made you cry in pleasure. 

The room is hot, air thick as Bucky smirks and kisses your neck. 

“Go get cleaned up, honey. Then we’ll cuddle and think ‘bout a late night round two.” He says and you nod, knowing that a warm shower is exactly what you need. 

You’re throwing on a shirt of Bucky’s, quickly tip toeing into the small and cramped bathroom before starting the water. 

Steve, on the other hand, is full of shame and guilt. 

It was so wrong, he was a fucking peeping Tom. 

The kind of man you warn people about. 

He felt gross, or at least he wanted to feel gross. 

Something inside of him couldn’t just let him walk by Bucky’s bedroom, hearing her soft moans and his breathy pants. 

It made his cock hard. He’d never been touched like that and he doesn’t think he’ll ever touch someone like Bucky touches you. 

So he’s in the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water with a shaky hand as he hears the floorboards creak under Bucky’s weight. 

It’s quiet and tense, “hey, Stevie.” 

He doesn’t expect Bucky to be so causal, but then again, he doesn’t expect Bucky to be aware of his dirty little secret. 

“Hey Buck.” Steve is finally able to say after a big gulp of water that quenches his throat and gives him a voice. 

Bucky just walks further into the kitchen, dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers and it makes Steve nervous. 

So nervous that he can feel the heat rising to his neck and cheeks and he hates the effect Bucky has on him. 

Okay, that’s a lie. He loves it. Loves is so goddamn much that he thinks not only of Bucky’s girl, but Bucky himself. 

Bucky doesn’t saying anything else, instead, he just steps closer to Steve until he’s right in front of the man and towering over him. 

“Hey Stevie,” this time, his name sounds much softer coming from the older man’s mouth. 

Steve nods his head in response, not trusting his voice right now. 

Bucky smirks, just ever so slightly as he runs his tongue across his bottom, “next time, ya don’t have to watch. You can jus’ join us.” 

Steve feels his heart drop to his stomach in both anxiety, panic, and excitement as he’s fishing for his inhaler at the sudden spike of his heart rate and the sudden unevenness of his breathing. 

Bucky shakes his head, chuckling softly and clamps a hand over the younger man’s shoulder, “’m serious, Stevie. She thinks you’re cute, would love to have you join.”

But he doesn’t believe him, shaking his head, “this isn’t a funny joke, Bucky.”

Bucky rolls his eyes at the naiveness of his best friend. 

“S’not a joke, you jerk.” He says with nothing but love, “think about it, yeah?”

He doesn’t let the smaller man respond, instead, turning on his heels to head back to the bedroom leaving Steve to his own thoughts. 

When you emerge from the shower, naked and in nothing but a towel, you catch Steve in the kitchen. 

“Oh, hey Stevie!” You chirp, watching him try to avert his eyes to the floor as you softly giggle, “goodnight, Stevie.” Before slipping into the bedroom where Bucky is lounging on the bed.

“I told him he could join us,” Bucky says nonchalantly, folding his hands behind his head as he watches you change into your sleepwear. 

“What did he say?” You ask, pulling your shirt over your head, “he didn’t believe me.”

You furrow your eyebrows as Bucky just shrugs his shoulders, “maybe I just need to talk to him.” You suggest and it brings a wicked gleam to Bucky’s eyes.

“Yeah? You that excited ‘bout Stevie joinin’ us?” Bucky teases you, pulling you into the bed as you act innocent and coy about it. 

It wasn’t until the next night when you, Bucky, and Steve were all in the kitchen as you watched Steve scribbling in his sketchbook. 

He was using it as a distraction because God did he have trouble from his dick getting hard around you. 

You smelled so good, like blooming flowers, and were always so kind to him. 

Bucky was watching you both, mind wandering elsewhere and he had to readjust himself as he cleared his throat. 

Having the both of you? Well, it was a fucking dream to him. 

That’s when you sighed, unsure of what came over you as you turned to Steve and furrowed your eyebrows.

“Why don’t you wanna join Buck and I in the bedroom?” 

Steve choked on his spit. He actually choked and coughed until he was red and well, at least it covered up his blush.

“I-I didn’t think Bucky was bein’ serious,” he mumbled meekly, not daring to make eye contact with you.

“But do you want to?” You asked, hoping to get the answer you were looking for. 

Steve didn’t say anything, but he nodded his head feeling ashamed of himself. 

He looked so cute, innocent, and soft. 

You hooked a finger under his chin, smiling at him all while Bucky was watching you both with a proud smirk. 

That’s my girl, Bucky thought.

“Stevie, I would love for you to join us. We could all have fun,” you whispered, leaning into him, “I think I could show you something you’d really like.”

Steve swore he stopped breathing. Or that he was having a heart attack. Some sort of delusional breakdown where he was hearing what he wanted to hear. 

Except he wasn’t and your hand was now on his thigh. 

“Whaddaya say, Stevie?” Bucky chimed in, cocking his head to the side, “wanna join us for a night?”

God yes, he wanted to scream. But he didn’t, choosing to look back at you and nod his head, “yeah.”

He sounded so small, he was so small and you wanted to take care of him. 

The three of you stood up, taking Steve’s hand as Bucky lead you all to the bedroom and shut the door. 

Steve looked so out of place, standing in the middle of the room as Bucky placed his hand on the small of his back to lead him towards the bed.

“S’okay, baby.” Bucky purred, Steve already reeling at the pet-name as he sat beside you. 

His chest was rising and falling rapidly and you wondered if he was going to have an asthma attack because of the way his breathing was so uneven.

“Do you wanna kiss me, Stevie?” You asked him, placing a hand on his as he looked to Bucky almost for permission. 

“I-I don’t know how. I’ve never kissed anyone,” Steve mumbled, Bucky pouting as he came to stand in front of you. 

“Here,” Bucky said, tilting your chin up. “How ‘bout you watch us and then you can try, yeah?”

Steve whimpered, nodding enthusiastically before Bucky’s lips sealed yours. It was a deep kiss, his tongue ending up in your mouth as he cradled your face and fuck was Bucky a good kisser. 

“Now you,” Bucky smiled at Steve, “go on.” He encouraged the blonde man as you turned your body to him. 

He was so hesitant, but you could see just how much he wanted it by the way his pants were tenting. 

When your lips connected with his, he relaxed, slowly easing into the kiss. You took the lead on it, cupping his face before you heard a soft moan. 

“Good boy,” Bucky purred, making Steve’s breath stutter as he pulled away with glossy eyes. 

“You did so good,” Bucky praised, the effects of it also rubbing off on you as you squirmed a little in your seat. 

The older, brunet man took a second to look at you both. Taking in the way Steve looks like he’s ready to burst while you were begging Bucky with your eyes to touch you.

“Baby?” Bucky questions and Steve immediately perks up before looking back down at the floor in shame.

“S-sorry,” he quickly mumbles out but Bucky just takes a step closer to him and hooks an index finger under his chin.

“What for? I was talkin’ to you, baby.” He repeats the pet name just to watch the way Steve nearly pouts in anticipation.

“Look at me, Stevie,” he says. “I need you to tell me exactly what you want. And don’t be shy.”

You know you’ve got a wet patch on your panties right now, the exchange between the two men a wild fantasy coming to life.

Steve looks at you, then back at Steve…then back to you.

But this time, he can’t drop his head. Not with Bucky’s strong finger under it. He’s forced to look at Bucky as he tells him what he wants.

“I-I don’t wanna b-be a virgin anymore,” he whispers, cheeks so red you’d think it was the dead of winter outside and he just came back from the shop.

Bucky cocks his head, “s’that all, baby boy?”

He knows that Steve wants more. He can see it in his hungry eyes, but he just needs to hear Steve say it.

Steve shakes his head, “no.”

He’s shy, or maybe he’s embarrassed, but that doesn’t cut it for Bucky.

“Well then be a good boy and tell me what it is.” Bucky almost scolds and it makes Steve whimper ever so slightly.

He takes a deep breath, eyes darting around the room before they’re finally settled back on Bucky’s deep blues.

Just rip of the bandaid Stevie, tell him. It’ll be worth it, I promise you think to yourself.

“I-I want,” his voice is hoarse. “Maybe, I don’t know, what if uh,” he then turns his head to look at you.

This about you now.

“I was wonderin’ if um, you could do that uh, thing with your mouth. But on me?” He squeaks out the last part of the sentence.

You grin, “you want me to give you a blowjob, Stevie?”

He swallows thickly, unable to do anything but nod his head.

Something then changes in the air, because Bucky is pulling you up and stripping you nearly naked.

“You’ve gotta do the rest, baby,” he cooes at Steve.

The rest being your fucking underwear.

Steve looks like he’s gone into shock, staring at your tits with an open mouth as he splutters none sense out.

It’s incoherent ramblings, but he finds the strength to stand in front of you.

“Is this okay?” He whispers, eyes meeting yours.

You nod your head, “‘course it’s okay, Steve.”

He licks his lips, your hands leading his fingers to hook under your panties and slide them all the way down your legs.

Steve chokes.

He tries to hide it with a cough, but his cock twitching in his pants is the dead giveaway as you stand fully naked with Steve in front of you and Bucky behind you.

“First things first,” Bucky smirks, throwing you onto the bed as you giggle.

“You’re gonna learn how to eat a girl out, Stevie.” Bucky grins with a sinister twinkle in his eyes as both men watch you get comfortable on the bed and spread your legs.

Bucky hums at your actions, “she’s such a good girl, Stevie. You wouldn’t believe the things she lets me do to her.”

He’s right. Steve wouldn’t believe it. He would probably thing it’s one big joke that you’re playing on him.

“C’mere,” he coaxes, taking the younger man’s hand.

“Do you wanna undress me, baby?” He asks Steve softly, ducking his head down to his level.

Steve nods, “yeah.”

God, his voice is so fucking wrecked already. Dry, raspy, and hoarse as Bucky places Steve’s cold and shaky hands on his chest.

“Go ahead, ‘m all yours.” Bucky whispers and it sends Steve into fucking overdrive as you see him reeling at the words.

Steve is slow, starting with the buttons on Bucky’s shirt as he watches it drop to the floor. He’s a little unsure of the pants, but gets the hang of it once Bucky’s belt is undone.

There’s nothing left but Bucky’s boxers now.

And Steve surprises you both when he doesn’t hesitate to pull them down.

It makes Bucky moan, “fuck. You’re such a good little thing.”

Steve’s confidence doesn’t last much longer, because Bucky’s praise nearly buckles his knees.

You don’t expect it, but Bucky seals his lips against Bucky’s and it makes you throb at how Steve is on his tippy toes and grabbing onto Bucky in any way possible.

“Can you undress me now, Buck?” Steve’s voice is quiet and unsure, but Bucky nods and hums.

“‘Course, baby.” He’s much faster than Bucky was, stripping Steve and leaving you gawk and gasp at the size of him.

“Holy shit,” you mumble. It makes Steve’s eyebrows furrow.

“Am I not enough?” He then asks and you swear you can see tears welling behind his eyes.

You jump off the bed, scrambling to yank Steve against your body before you have his face in your hands.

“Stevie I don’t know how else to say this,” you whisper against his lips, “but you’re fuckin’ huge.”

Your imagination always let you fantasize about Steve, but reality was so, so much better.

When your lips finally press against Steve’s, he’s much more confident. Knowing that it’s good to kiss back, add a little pressure, and maybe slip his tongue into your mouth.

He’s a quick learner, you forgot that about Steve.

You don’t get to indulge much more because Bucky’s getting antsy at the thought of tasting you.

So you’re back in the same position, lying on the bed with your legs spread as Bucky and Steve are between your legs.

Both of them. At the same time.

“Now don’t be shy, okay,” Bucky smirks. “She doesn’t like shy.”

That’s when you feel Bucky’s fingers glide through your folds, “feel how wet she is, Stevie. And all for us.”

You want to keep your eyes open because you want to burn this image into your brain permanently, but it’s so goddamn hard when Steve’s finger joins Bucky’s.

“S’that good?” Steve mumbles and you nod your head, answering for Bucky. “Yeah.”

They tease you a little longer, Steve mimicking whatever Bucky does.

“See this little bundle?” Bucky asks, gently applying pressure to your clit which makes you whine.

Steve just nods, “this is really important, yeah? She loves havin’ my mouth over it.”

Your breathing is becoming erratic, hips gently rocking against their touches and you don’t think you’ve ever been this wet.

“Can,” Steve pauses. “Can you show me?”

Bucky doesn’t verbally respond, instead, he simply dives in.

You gasp, burying your head into the pillows as Bucky laps at your folds and sucks around your clit.

“S’that easy,” Bucky says slightly breathless.

And now it’s Steve’s turn. He’s shaky, hands slightly clammy and cold, but his cock his is too stiff to care about anything than your pussy.

He’s gentle, a different kind of gentle than Bucky, but it feels so good.

Bucky’s crawling up the bed, lying right beside you as he kisses you. The same lips that are still coated in your slick and it makes you moan as you wrap your hand around Bucky’s cock.

“Look at Stevie, baby girl.” He purrs, “look at him between your legs.”

Steve is exploring, his tongue gliding adventurously as you spit out a strangled moan when he finds your clit.

By accident or not, it feels fucking amazing.

“Stevie,” you whimper against Bucky’s lips.

“Mmm, bet it feels good, doesn’t it? Steve buried in your cunt?” Bucky whispers just loud enough for the younger man to hear.

You nod, whining as your hips rut against Steve’s face.

“Good ‘nough to cum, I bet.” Bucky taunts you, fingers playing with your nipples.

“Make a mess over Stevie’s face, let him taste you.” Bucky growls, pushing you over the edge as your legs shake around Steve’s head.

You don’t want this feeling to end, but you know you’re just getting started when Bucky slinks back down the bed to be beside Steve.

Both their cocks are hard, standing proud against their abdomens as Bucky wraps his hand around Steve’s.

His breathing stutters when he does, head falling.

“You like makin’ her cum, Stevie? Tastin’ her and havin’ her legs shake ‘round your head?” Bucky questions softly.

He nods his head, “mhmm.”

Bucky let’s go of Steve’s cock, watching him whimper at the loss of contact, “lay back, baby.”

It’s your turn to have your mouth on Steve, something that you’re salivating at when you get between his legs.

“Just relax, okay?” You whisper with gentle eyes as Steve gets comfortable against the very same pillows you were on.

They probably still smell like you.

The bed squeaks with the disappearance of Bucky’s weight, now on his feet as he goes to stand behind you.

“Go on, sweet girl,” he bends his body over yours to place a kiss to each of your shoulder blades.

“Show Stevie what that mouth feels like. I bet he’s been wantin’ to know after the months of listenin’ to my moans.”

A shiver erupts down your spine, grabbing the bases of Steve’s cock and licking a stripe up it.

That alone is enough to have him whimpering.

That’s when Bucky gentle enters you, filling you up inch by inch and stretching you out as you wrap your lips around Steve.

He’s gone. Eyes shut tight, breathing completely erratic as you hollow your cheeks as Bucky fucks you from behind.

“Oh Stevie,” Bucky moans, low and raspy. “Can’t wait for you to feel her cunt. How wet and tight it is.”

It makes your walls flutter around him, “fuck.”

The soft swear comes so naturally from Steve’s lips and it’s not often you hear him swear so loosely.

Steve’s gripping the sheets so hard that his knuckles have turned white, desperately trying to hold back his inevitable orgasm.

“Okay, darling,” Bucky purrs, “that’s enough, let’s give Steve some time to catch his breath.”

He stills, deep inside of you before pulling out leaving you feeling empty.

Steve is waiting for Bucky’s next instruction, not daring to move a muscle before he’s been given permission.

“Are you ready, baby?” Bucky cooes, helping Steve behind you as you lay your face in the sheets.

Steve is practically vibrating from excitement, heart hammering in his chest.

“M’gonna help you, yeah?” Bucky whispers in Steve’s ear as he wraps his hand around Steve’s cock.

“Put your hands on her hips, baby. She likes ‘em gripped.” You hum, wiggling your ass as Bucky chuckles, “look at her, so excited.”

He presses a kiss to the younger man’s shoulder, soothing his breathing before he’s lining Steve up with your entrance.

Steve whimpers, curling his fingers deeper against your skin. Bucky let’s go of Steve’s cock, taking a step back to watch.

“How’s she feel, baby?” Bucky whispers, quickly back on the bed with his cock in his hand in front of your mouth.

Steve whimpers, “s’good.” He chokes out.

“Open up, darling.” Bucky says to you, tapping his cock on your lips as you’re on all fours.

Steve’s rhythm isn’t nearly as good as Bucky’s, but you have a feeling that he’s just trying not to cum.

Your lips are around Bucky’s cock, the feeling is familiar as the sound of wet, slapping skin fills the room.

It’s filthy, messy, so incredibly taboo that it makes your stomach flutter in excitement.

“‘M gon-na,” Steve hiccups, “cum.”

And he does seconds later, stuttering hips slamming messily against yours as he pumps you full.

Bucky’s set off by watching Steve cum inside of you, his girl, abdominal muscles tightening before he cums and spills his seed down your throat.

The three of you fall into bed, tangled limbs and sticky skin but there’s nowhere any of you would rather be.

You’re in between both men, holding Steve while Bucky holds you. It’s a tight fit, but that’s just an excuse to hold each other even closer.

What you don’t realize, is that your time with them would be cut far, far too short.

[not-poignant]

A question.. is Anton monogamous in UtB? I'm rereading TGATNW and am at the part where Flitmouse admits to Jack that he wants one main partner and finds polyamory offputting, but Anton is v poly. Is their conflict the same or similar in UtB ? (Understand completely if this is a spoiler and you can't elaborate)

Hi hi anon!

Anton only bonds with one omega at a time.

Here, the conflict plays out where instead, Flitmouse gets incredibly jealous / bothered by the fact of knowing that Anton has bonded with omegas before him, and will bond with omegas after him, and that he's just temporary.

But he also knows that's the nature of the game, so his inner conflict is quite frustrated and repressed in the way that it is in Golden Age, just along a slightly different strata, I guess you could say? More around the temporariness of bonding in rehab centres, and less around polyamory.

There's also still an element too of 'I will die before you' - because Flitmouse is older than Anton in Underline the Black, and Anton is immortal while Flitmouse isn't in Golden Age, which was another source of Flitmouse's bitterness, and belief that being with / falling in love with any golden soldier is stupid / ill-advised.

[okamianimations]

So I am beyond proud and extremely happy to finally introduce episode 1 of Spy: Inner Demons!!! I have been working on this project for about 7 months now and couldn't be happier with the end result!!! This project has been so important to me, all the test animations and work I've put into it paid off!! Now I did have some bugs with the audio unfortunately when it exported some of the music and a couple voicelines did get corrupted that i wasn't able to fix but I hope you all still enjoy just the same!!! I want to thank all of you for the ongoing support it really helped get motivation I need to pull this off!!! Please leave any feedback down below and without further ado here is Spy: Inner Demons!!!

Backstory:

The year is 2020...

It is a normal day as any other in the Badlands base....

The team huddles together as they get ready for the days battle....

Among them is Spy, he is envied for his outstanding mercenary work on the field, along with his suave demeanor and classy style,

But what happens when one night a certain light in the distance catches his attention, changing his life forever?

You shall see soon......

As always leave a comment down below

and I will see you all in the next anim00tion!!! X3 X3

Time taken:

7 months

Programs used:

Source filmmaker-animation

Sega Vegas Pro-finalizing

Songs used:

Dreams of Cruelty:

https://youtu.be/HdXzlV-t8dw

Intruder Alert-

https://youtu.be/kNlVo5udnPs

Aftermath: https://youtu.be/WTknIOiei5c

(incompetech.com)

Author: Kevin Macleod

Website: https://incompetech.com/

Royalty Free Link: https://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/

Genre link:

https://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?genre=Horror

Licensed under Creative Commons By Attribution 3.0https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/

Fear: https://youtu.be/vN8sBkJ8-24

Music by Alec Koff

Video: Creative Commons Attribution License, Pixels/ Licensed Videos, Envato Elements

Characters used:

Laurent- (Red Spy/ Vincent's older brother)

Vincent- (Blue Spy/ Laurents younger brother)

Ludwig- (Red Medic)

Red/ Blue Heavy

Red/Blue Soldier

Red/Blue Demoman

Blue Pyro

Mick (Red Sniper)

Merasmus

Models used:

[TF2] HWM Merasmus Revival- Alaxe

[TF2] Enhanced Spy- Alaxe

Meet the Medic Official Model Revamp- Taco

High Poly Engineer- a person

High Poly Heavy- Roadhog

The Enhanced Demoman Model 2014- Moxy

Map used:

Badlands

All voicelines were created using https://15.ai/

[atomic-taco-muffin]

Sorry this is long AF, but I think I’ve compiled everyone in The Orgy or associated with it! More than open to converse other options. This was just a first go at everyone.

Lady: Bartender in a committed poly relationship with Xigbar and Demyx. Definition of Manic Pixie Dream Girl. Pan.

Jack: Bartender in a poly relationship with Xemnas and Ansem. The mom friend. Ex’s with Aqua. Gay.

Xemnas: Dancer and Co-owner of The Orgy along side his twin brother Ansem. Second in Command of the Organization underneath his father Xehanort, the Don of the family. In a relationship with Jack the bartender. Pan.

Ansem: Dancer and Co-Owner of The Orgy alongside his twin brother Xemnas. Third in Command of the Organization underneath his brother Xemnas, and their father Xehanort above him. In a relationship with Jake the bartender. Bi.

Xigbar: Dancer, assassin, and top enforcer for the Organization. Master at recon. In a committed poly relationship with Lady and Demyx. Omni.

Demyx: Dancer, DJ, and foot soldier for the Organization. In a committed poly relationship with Xigbar and Lady. Bi-curious.

Saix: Dancer and right hand to Xemnas in the Organization. Runs the club to ensure things go smoothly. In a secret relationship with Axel. Sex-favoring Ace.

Vexen: Bartender and scientist for the Organization. Gay.

Zexion: Dancer and researcher/scientist for the Organization. AroAce.

Axel: Dancer, assassin, and traitor to the Organization. Works days for Eraqus in his bar, and supplies info on the inner workings of the Organization to Eraqus. In a secret relationship with Saix. Bi.

Xaldin: Dancer, bouncer, and assassin for the Organization. In an open relationship with Luxord. Gay.

Lexaeus: Dancer, bouncer, and enforcer for the Organization. Straight.

Luxord: Dancer, smuggler, drug runner for the Organization. Omni.

Marluxia: Dancer, assassin for the Organization. Gay.

Larxene: Dancer, assassin for the Organization. Lesbian.

Vanitas: Adoptive son of Xehanort. Madman, enforcer, assassin, bodyguard to YMX. Straight.

Baby Xehanort: youngest son of Xehanort. Lives with his older brother Apprentice Xehanort, knows nothing of his family’s business or reputation. Spoiled rotten but sweet. Has a pet baby goat named Loki.

Young Master Xehanort: second youngest son of Xehanort. Spoiled rotten and a bit of an ass. Bi-curious.

Apprentice Xehanort: Eldest brother. Doctor and has nothing to do with the family business. Slightly estranged from his father, but he raises his youngest brother Baby. Chill but high maintenance. Ace.

Old Man Xehanort: The Don of the family and Organization, criminal mastermind. Married his wife, a literal mob princess, and with her they have had five sons. Apprentice, the twins Xemnas and Ansem, Young Master, and Baby. Before that he was in a complicated relationship with Eraqus since their youths. One night before their break up Eraqus and Xehanort find twins Ventus and Vanitas and adopt them. Bi catastrophe.

LOVE IT!

Also, I just came up something cute for B!Xehanort. He loves to share his snacks with everyone!

Please protect this child.

[hecohansen31]

What The Queen Wants, The Queen Gets (Prologue)

Ivar The Boneless+Roman Godfrey+Axel Cluney+Mickey+Reader (Reverse Harem! AU).

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

So not to kinkshame somebody but me and @walkxthexmoon literally went like ‘threesome are too mainstream, we are just going to go on with an orgy’, but like a ‘classy orgy’ about a theme i have always been curious about which is reverse harem.

I honestly hope that this won’t seem disrespectful to anybody, but if it is just shoot me a DM or ask and I’ll say what I can do.

Also, as always, if you are interested to see more let me know, alongside which character(s) you want to see interact in the next chapters, in fact I will choose thank to yours comments, so let me know which character(s) you want to see and if you like this concept!

WARNINGS; Mention of Sex, Death, Blood, Fighting, War, Poly-Relationship, Reverse Harem.

You had never wanted the fighting, the conquering and the blood on your hands.

You had been a small girl, raised by an ambitious mother, under the shadow of a bastard brother, who you had loved with all your heart till at your sixteenth birthday your father’s death had completely destroyed your relationship

You remembered the guards’ faces when they had killed your mother in front of you, as her head had rolled at your feet and your blasphemous brother had taken the scepter for himself, ordering the sacred priest to put the crown on his head, as you choked on your tears.

Five years of civil war later, your kingdom was again yours, but the inner tumult had rendered it weak to the countries that stood in the confines of your reign, enough that when you had thought you could put down the sword stained with your brother’s blood, you had picked it up again, your hold on it strong and determined as you raised you chin high and fought.

Till your hands bleed and your conscience forgot the reason behind such a horrid act, hurting yourself the same way you did when you perceived your enemies’ breastplates, on the battlefield.

Peace is what you had always aimed to, conquering new countries had been a side effect of it.

You were now twenty-six and reigning over various country with no knowledge of what being a normal girl meant.

Finally, peaceful, if you excluded the continuous rebellions from the poorer and the way nobles rejected your position any chance they got.

That’s why you had instituted that for each kingdom you had conquered you would have somebody who you could trust, reigning it, somebody inside the country itself, bound to you by the most primal of things.

Sex.

If there ever was something that your bastard brother had taught you was that sex was wanted, among men and women alike, in different measures surely, but they were like drunk men under it: rebellious and yet, submissive once they gained what they wanted.

And it was a perfect idea for you to enjoy yourself, washing away the blood on your hands and the heaviness of a kingdom on your shoulder, as you let your many lovers take care of you.

Somebody might call you greedy or a whore.

You know that your advisors did, but when your enemies serviced you with their tongues and pricks you didn’t care in the slightest.

Your first man had been Roman of Hemlock Grove, a small cursed land more a hassle than a gain, but your first lover certainly had made it worthy.

He had come to you, in your tent, as the deals among your countries were being signed, seduced you to give him your virginity and he had taught you the reason behind the pleasurable arts of having a man inside you, as he brought you to your knees over and over again, and then proceeded to fix your crown the following day.

Smirking at you as he shared your secret.

Axel Cluney was a warrior on the battlefield and you had imagined immediately the way he would feel on you as he panted in your ear the dirtiest curses, before spilling himself in you.

He had been disappointed to discover that he wasn’t your first.

‘You just looked so positively innocent’.

‘Innocent? I was drenched in the blood of your soldiers, when you first saw me’

‘You know what I mean, little girl, but let me show you as a true man should fuck you’.

And he had kept his word, pushing himself into you in a slow rhythm, much different from Roman’s savage one, making you enjoy the atrocious torture of having him inside of you.

But what you enjoyed with Axel was the way he would be soft with you, listening to your blabber with no sharp words or teasing smirks, letting you lay down your many ideas as you spoke with him.

He didn’t understand many things, but he still caressed your hair and made you feel like the only woman that belonged in the world, in a romantic atmosphere that made you feel almost loved.

Hadn’t you known that Axel would gladly stick a knife in your chest, had you ever let him in.

Mickey would, instead, never ever dare to hurt you, you could literally put a knife in his hands and he would cry.

The smallest son of the reigning family of the country you had conquered had been strangely pliant to you from the start, which was nice, because he was completely at your orders, following them to extremes.

When you did nothing but follow the orders of hungry men to keep your country sated, it was nice to come home to somebody who would love nothing more than to spend his entire day between your thighs, soothing your worry with his soft cries and his needy whimpers, constantly asking for attention as a child.

And then there was the latest addiction: Ivar.

Ivar The Boneless had come to you, asking for help in defeating his brother and you couldn’t deny that you loved one man that took the initiative, and one that looked at you like him, with hate and shyness on his face.

You had always been distant and cold with him, since he had always seemed uneasy about your feminine features, you had tried your best to appear as more of a queen than a woman to him, but he hadn’t dismissed his barriers.

And you hadn’t felt less interested in the man.

But you were still painfully aware of the limit of your body.

But had done one last try, undressing in front of him as he came to you one night to sign the papers of your allegiance; you faked getting ready for bed as you moved into a sheer nightgown as you set yourself in front of him, his gaze having followed you, the entire time.

‘What is your plan?’ he asked as you set up on the table ‘… you already have my country, what more do you want?’.

‘The honor of laying with you’ you spoke slowly, pushing yourself closer to him, till your lips met his across the table ‘… I am simply smitten with you’.

‘I am a fucking cripple, queen’ he had shot back, but hadn’t backed off, as you had come around the table and sat on his lap.

‘I have never fucked a cripple, is it different?’ you had teased him, pushing him close to you as he had refused to look at you in the eyes, but his manhood spoke a different story ‘… because if there is one thing that I am curious about, it is fucking’.

He had pushed you onto the table and let you ride him till your nightgown was in shreds down your body and you were almost too sore, as you handed him the papers to sign his freedom over.

When he signed them that hateful glare in his blue eyes dimmed, but you knew the truth.

A cripple wasn’t different from any other man.

And he certainly didn’t feel different from any man who served you and fell in love with you.

Maybe everything in your life hadn’t been of your choice, but you certainly didn’t regret the men you had met on your journey.

[heamarvel]

Stuckony

Also know as WinterIronShield, these three have been through thick and thin, gone to hell in a handbasket, and survived out the other side together. In canon they’ve suffered at each other’s hands but in fanon we can make them happy! Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and Tony Stark: also known as the first poly ship of any fandom to reach over 2,000 works, officially making it not a rare pair. Congratulations, shippers and fandom alike! 

Also, despite already being a poly ship, someone decided to throw one more person into the mix, giving us the second ever Darcy x Stuckony fic listed as such on AO3. Impressive. :o

That’s partially why we wanted to include a stats post for Stuckony, and the other reason is the sheer output these eight fics generated: 59k words, which just beats WinterHawk for the second most words per ship in our event. Holy cow, that’s an average of ~7,390 words per fic! This ship also had the most individual authors of any of the other ships in our event, which is very impressive! 

Click on the read more to see a list of the Hoopla’s Stuckony fics!

Harlequin 2020 Masterpost | AO3 Collection

Forging Bonds | @huntress79 | 1,720 words | G

Just when Tony thought that his relationship with Steve and Bucky is safe and stable, he learns of a son he apparently has. How will “his” soldiers react to the sudden addition to the household?

Love Run | PinkGold @sparkly-angell  | 32,599 words | T

Run to show that love’s worth running to. ** Steve Rogers: the schools's sweetheart. Captain of the football team of SHIELD'S High School. Bucky Barnes: school's punk. Sassy mouth, sassy friends. Tony Stark: new student, the smartest in the room. Steve and Bucky date, although no one knows about it. It's better that way, anyways. It's said punks and jocks don't mix, it would be a mess if their relationship got out. New student Tony Stark, though, he changes a few things around.

The men we might have been | @newtypeshadow | 2,645 words | T

Husbands and soulmates Tony, Steve, and Bucky never thought they'd wind up back in the Siberian Winter Soldier Bunker they destroyed years ago, but that's where they find themselves when a battle hurls them into an alternate dimension. Here in the MCU, the bunker's still standing, and there's a man inside with a video he claims will tear the Avengers apart. And he's right. Good thing the three of them aren't this dimension's Avengers.

Outdoorsy in That I Drink on Patios | @betheflame | 1,359 words | E

Tony wants to take his boyfriends skiing. They discover other uses for his mountain cabin.

Phase Two | @betheflame | 1,495 words | T

Toni and her fuzzy favorites celebrate the day of manufactured affection.

The Reclamation of Bucky Barnes | @newtypeshadow | 3,758 words | M

Bucky knows Hydra will to go through anyone and anything to reclaim him: their pet assassin, their Winter Soldier, their "asset". What he doesn't know is that Hydra's not the only group willing to go so far to get him back.

Tony Stark, Fairy Godbillionaire | RoseRose @tehroserose | 7,618 words | T

Tony Stark receives an invitation to Steve and Bucky's wedding. He has absolutely no idea who they are. For their chutzpah, he decides to pay for everything for their wedding- and hop into the planning to make sure they get the best of the best. They end up falling in love.

+ plus +

Bad | Juulna @juuls | Darcy x Steve x Bucky x Tony | ShockStuckony | 8,021 words | M

Darcy Lewis had fallen head over heels in love with all three of them, each idiot in their own right. Her idiots. She kept that last bit to herself at all costs; the depths of her feelings, at least. If she ever uttered the words aloud, she always made sure it was clear she meant them as Friends Only. Just joking, just teasing, you see. And their eyes would sparkle and they'd laugh or give her a noogie or elbow her gently in the ribs and her heart would ache. It always ached, these days. Friendzoning yourself was not fun, but she had to. Being a polyamorous woman surrounded by people who were so easy to love was a hard thing to handle—it hadn't been easy at fifteen when she'd first realized her inner self, and it seemed to just keep getting harder with age to keep all her feelings reined in. One of the many reasons she'd never once dated.

[averyrogers83writes]

Undercover Sex

Title: Undercover Sex

Authors: Darlin’ & Vixen

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Sam

Rated: Mature NSFW **18+ Only**

Warnings: poly-relationships, sexual tension, language, fluff, sass, good-natured teasing, smut (anal, m/m and f/m), bondage (light bdsm)

Summary: Series where Bucky and Sam both meet the woman of their dreams, but she’s unable to choose between the two men so they decide she doesn’t have to. 

Words: 1783

Squares Filled: Sam & Bucky Bingo: Bondage,  MCU Kink Bingo: Bucky Barnes/Sam Willson   Marvel Polyship Bingo: Red @averyrogers83 and Overstimulation @shield-agent78, Star-Spangled Bingo #SSB2020: Anal @avergyrogers83writes, Sam Wison @buckybarnesbingo​ @shield-agent78​, Avengers Bingo: Free Space @shield-agent78, Soulmates @averyrogers83

Prompts:  @coffee-with-bucky #lyn2k Writing Challenge: “Don’t act all innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago.” @shield-agent78 

Author Notes: Series can be read individually or in order of the series. Two writers who get into too much trouble when they get together to write. 

@caramell0w​ @loricameback​ @hotoffthepressfics​ @buckysforeverprincess​ @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ @captain-rogers-beard​ @chuuulip​

“Agent Banes are you with me?” Bucky’s head snaps up as he glares at Fury. How in the hell did he and Sam get talked into going undercover to find a weapons smuggler? Fury eyes Barnes and Wilson with his one good eye. “Did you hear what I just told you?” He snaps. “Get y/n and find out where they are smuggling the weapons from.” Sam stands up and gives Bucky a glare.

“Not a problem, Sir. You can count on us.” Sam states with authority. 

“Good.  Dismissed.”

Bucky watches as Fury leaves the conference room and then turns towards Sam placing his hands firmly onto the table.  It groans with the weight of his arms as he pushes up out of his seat. “Why did you volunteer us for that mission?”

“Look, you and I both know these weapons are dangerous and in the wrong hands can cause a lot of damage.” Sam tries to reason with the super-soldier. 

Bucky internally groans. He knows Sam is right, however, he is not giving in that easy. “Just like Steve, taking stupid risks you don’t have to,” he grumbles as he pushes around Sam and then out the door heading down the hallway to find y/n. 

“I am not like Steve. Besides he passed the shield to me, knowing that I would always try to do the right thing.” Sam shakes his head, not backing down from the mission, and knows that Bucky will realize that he’s right. 

Bucky storms off towards their room and throws open the door with a muffled bam. You look up from your place on the sofa and place your book face down on the coffee table. Your light yellow sundress cascades over your legs onto the sofa as you stare up at Bucky. His mouth set in a firm hard line. “Ok...so I take it the mission brief did not go well.”

Sam trailed behind Bucky back to their shared room. Bucky was upset about something and it wasn’t about the mission.  Sam knew it was his birthday and the last thing the old guy wanted to do was go out on a mission trying to find some weapons dealer.  

“Would one of you all tell me what is going on?” You glance between your two lovers with a questioning expression. Bucky leans against the kitchen island and folds his massive arms over his chest.  

“Bucky’s pissed off at me for volunteering us for a mission.” He eyes Bucky “And tomorrow is his birthday and will miss all the festivities of him turning 35 again.” A teasing smirk forms on Sam’s lips. 

“Try adding some numbers to that,” Bucky grumbles.

“Aw, and you don’t look a day over 29.” Y/N chuckles. Bucky lets out an aggravated breath blowing his chestnut hair out of his face. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at your two soulmates. Since you first met them they have been at each other’s throat one minute and in each other’s arms the next. Many times you sandwiched in between.  You have to admit the latter was much more appealing, but it’s never a dull moment with the dynamic duo. 

“Let me guess, you got to cut your hair again to fit the part of a…” you eye him and try to guess the mission at hand. “Ugh...cowboy?” Sam bursts into laughter. You give Sam a warning glare and walk towards Bucky wrapping your arms around his waist as you look up into his sapphire eyes“No? Ok, handsome, what is the gig?”

“He’s going to pose as an owner if a….SEX...SHOP!” Sam can’t hold back the laughter any longer.  Maybe he could make it up to Bucky by buying some sex toys while they are staking out the shop waiting for the dealer to show up. 

You bite your lip as you try to hold back your laughter. “Babe, I think that’s a great job.” 

“You think it's a great job? Really y/n?” His sarcastic tone is not easy to miss. You nod in response.

“Think you will be perfect for it. Besides, you like the idea of overstimulation.”

“Also like it when you don’t say red when Sam and I are getting you off.” He runs his hands up and down your back to your ass before giving it a small swat. “You know it’s not nice to tease an old man. Especially on his birthday.” 

“Who said I was teasing.  Sam and I already have plans on how we are going to celebrate your special day.  Guess it will just have to wait till you two get back from your mission.” You pouted at the thought of both of them being gone for this mission and neither one of you knew when they would be back. 

“Oh, don’t worry about that. You’re coming with us Baby Girl,” Sam says from behind you as he places his hands lightly onto your shoulders, turning you around. 

“What?!” You looked at Sam with a confused look on your face.  “What do you mean I’m coming with you?  Why?” 

“You and I are posing as a couple buying sex toys for our honeymoon.” His brown eyes dance with mischief as you take in a breath. You place your palms upon his tight black t-shirt to steady yourself

“We..we are what?” You stammer as thoughts run through your head a million miles an hour. 

“Don’t worry baby girl it’s just a cover for a little while.  Just until we can catch this guy.”  Sam chuckled, the look on your face was priceless and he wished he had taken a picture. Bucky lets out a hardy chuckle from behind you as your face turns from its normal pink to a red flush. 

“You don’t like that idea, Sweetheart?” The super soldier teases with a playful smirk. He knows if you saw him you would want to knock it right off of his face.  “Guess, Sammy and you better give me that present now than because we leave first thing in the morning.” You shrug and walk into the shared bedroom followed by your two lovers. 

Sam got a smirk on his face and left the room and quickly returned with a red silk scarf and some lube and tossed them on the bed.  Between Y/N and Sam they remove every stitch of clothing leaving him naked.  Y/N gently pushes Bucky onto the bed and ties him to the bed posts. 

“You know I can break these right?” Y/N straddles his waist. Her fingertips lightly stroke down his chiseled chest feeling every ripped muscle. 

“Yeah maybe, but you’re really into the whole bondage thing so you won’t.” 

“Happy Birthday, Sarge,” you smile down at him while grinding your hips onto his hardening erection.  

Sam quickly joins you and begins nipping at Bucky’s neck causing him to let out a low moan.  Bucky pulls at the restraints.

“Tisk..tisk if you break them you will get punished.”

“Maybe I want to be punished by you two,” he says in a husky voice that sends delightful shivers down your spine. You scrunch up your nose and shake your head no while grinding your hips into him causing the wetness between your legs increase. 

You trail kisses down Bucky’s chest as you move your body down and begin kissing his inner thighs, you can feel him straining against the restraints as you take his hard cock slowly in your mouth.  

Sam continued sucking on his neck, leaving little bruise marks behind, eliciting moans from Bucky’s lips as he made a trail down to his collarbone.  He reaches over and unties his lover's arms as you give Sam a knowing wink. Quickly Bucky’s hands grip your hips and roll you over onto your back with a small growl. 

“If I told you once, I’ve told you a million times it’s not nice to tease me Baby Girl.” You just shrug as a small giggle leaves your plump lips.

“Sorry, Sarge,” you sass with a small wink. Sam chuckles as he reaches for the lube and squeezes out a generous amount in his hand and begins stroking his own hard cock, making sure it was good and slick while his free hand slaps Bucky’s ass and Bucky flinches in surprise. 

“Get that fine ass up for me babe,” his free hand holds onto Bucky’s muscular hips. Sam gently presses the tip of his hard cock against Bucky’s tight ass, slowly pushing inside before stopping just long enough for Bucky to adjust to him.  

Y/N runs her hand over Bucky’s taut chest before reaching his erect cock. You stroke it while you reach up and run your tongue over his lips begging for entrance. Bucky lets out a small moan at the feel of Sam’s cock as your tongues dance together. He then slides effortlessly into your dripping folds as a moan escapes you. 

Sam slowly pushes deeper inch by inch till he’s fully seated inside of Bucky 

You still for a moment as your heart begins to race. Soon they are pumping in rhythm with each other as moans escape their lips till they are thrusting at an animalistic pace. 

The room smells like a mix of Sam’s cologne and sex. Bucky takes his right hand and rubs the nipple of your breast with his thumb and fourth finger making it firm. “James,” you whine when he removes his hand and holds onto the headboard as Sam continues his furious pace.  

Bucky gives you a teasing smirk. “Told you not to tease me baby girl,” he pants out breathlessly. 

“Don’t act all innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago,” you barter as you hook your legs on the each side of his hips. You gently tap Sam and Bucky with the soul of your foot letting them know you are close. 

Sam can feel himself getting close to exploding as he feels Bucky’s walls clench around him.  “Fuck, I’m so close” Sam growls in Bucky’s ear.  Your screams push each man over the edge until they are spilling their hot seed. 

You rest your head on the soft pillow as you regulate your breath. Sam rests on his back beside you; his arm thrown over his forehead. Bucky rolls off of you and gives you a lopsided grin as he rests his muscular back on the headboard. 

“What are you grinning about Sarge?” Your lips form into a teasing pout as you eye him inquisitively.

“Just nice to know I can still get it up in my old age.”  He retorts as Sam snickers. 

“I had no doubt you could.”  

[thorcat]

LF RP Contact | WoW | Bhaal

(Art by spectr00m, https://www.deviantart.com/spectr00m/art/Bhaal-482238903)

ᛃ THE BASICS ––– –– –

Occupation: Inscription, mercenary for hire

Hobbies: Fishing, drawing, handling animals

Race: Human | Deathknight

Sexuality: Pansexual, Poly

Relationship Status: Single

Languages: Common and a little thalassian

Alignment: Chaotic good

Color-Wheel: Silver-Blue-Black

ᛃ PERSONAL ––– –– –

Residence: Mostly dwelling in her own garrison because of the quiet woods, sometimes in stormwind

Place of Work: Currently looking for work | At her own place

Birthplace: Tirisfal Glades

Fears: Rejection by other beings because of her cursed life

ᛃ APPEARANCE ––– –– –

Height: 5′4ft.

Build: Slightly toned

Age: 35

Gender: Female

Skin tone: Pale

Eye color: Ice Blue

Hair color: Silver

Body Mods: Piercings

Distinguishing Marks: Scar on her back, the killing blow she had recieved from the lich king before turning deathknight

Common Accessories: Ink and feather with a bunch of scrolls, weapons, treats for animals

(Art by Schlafmuetze, https://www.deviantart.com/schl4fmuetzesartcave/art/comission-run-forest-477850643)

ᛃ BODY LANGUAGE ––– –– –

Walk: Confident

Voice: Stern when with people, Gentle when with animals/dragons

Tics or Mannerisms: scribblings things she sees, trying to pet any animal..no matter how dangerous or massive it is

Smell: Fresh fallen snow, animal treats

Posture: Stiff and weary

Disabilities: None

ᛃ RELATIONSHIPS ––– –– –

Partner: None

Parents: Dead

Siblings: None

Children: None

Pets: Falcosaur hatchling and an emerald whelping she decided to keep as ysera died

ᛃ PERSONALITY TRAITS ––– –– –

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Addictive / In Between / Nonaddictive

ᛃ RP HOOKS ––– –– –

Runes/scrolls: If you need any, she will gladly make them to support in battle against foes or tries teaches some basics

Battle: She is able to hold a sword but horrible in fights. The woman would be thankfully to get a swordmaster (maybe a ebon blade companion) as teacher,

Drinks: Bhaal would never refuse a drink or two, to at least grand herself the little illusion of being alive

Animals: Nothing makes the woman crawl faster out of her little ice shell. For her, animals are honest and not judging.

Dragons: She never dared speaking to one of the aspects, but got a high respect for them and their brood. Meeting a dragon would be some sort of fresh encounter

(Art by Clover-Teapot, https://www.deviantart.com/clover-teapot/art/Bhaal-Chibi-Commission-509599029)

ᛃ About the Woman ––– –– –

Bhaal, born in the tirisfal glades, had always a great talent to draw and mimic the old art of runes like the kirin tor used in their spell books. During the lack of knowledge of those, a mage took the woman in to teach writing and basics about those spells..which were almost impossible to weave, but at least easy to recreate in form on scrolls.

Said talent was swiftly noticed by the prince of lodareon back there. The prince, known as arthas, was hunting down some sort of demon..a demon who had caused massive destruction and horrible outcomes around his and her own home. With a well picked expedition, sh was allowed to travel to nothrend and create those supporting scrolls who were used by the local mages to increase the defenses, heal the soldiers and cause some serious fire damages to those undead foes they had to face every day.

Soon though the prince disappeared and left the camp alone, to search something she wouldn't be able to understand. Instead she kept on creating and practiced handling a sword on the side..just in case of defense, as runes alone might not be enough in those harsh wilds. With the man's return, everyone thought that either their journey would finally find it's end and everyone able to travel home, but none of that was the case. Instead the by now twisted price slaughtered down the camp and burned the ships to ensure that no one would be able to return and give message of the horrible act. Sadly those runes sure turned out to be useless as defense and the amateur like act of holding a sword alone made the crazy driven prince only gifting her a tired smile. She was forced to share the exact same fate as the rest and the bodies got dragged to one of those cursed undead places, to wait for the most godless act ever seen.

Together with a bunch of capable soldiers, they got revived as deathknights to serve under the lich kings heavy leading tone.

While everyone went out to play it's role as pawn of the undead leader, the woman was hold back and dragged to the forges, to do what she had done best in her living times. Forcing and engraving runes...just not on paper, but on those very cursed swords, to allow the knight drawing out power of ice, corrupting plague and inner strength.

The solider fell in battle, as it turned out to be just a farce..a chess game to lure out a simple god damn person. Said person was able to beat the lich king in battle, forcing him to withdraw and allowing those under his grasp to regain their old will and eventually parts of their old memory.

It was eventually the most bitter part of the woman to wake up from a nightmare to stumble right into the next one with realization, that she would never be the same person as before. Still..till this day, she simply tries to support with her rune and little magic skills, while avoiding the living as good as she can..ashamed of her own appearance.

OOC: She is a woman, who had simply seen too much bad things in her life with a mix of betrayal and abuse of her skills and body. Bhaal is overall a gentle being, but it's hard to crack that ice shell and find and warm part. Animals are mostly the key to see a little gentle and not fake smile.

ᛃ LOOKING FOR ––– –– –

All sort of RP and people: Getting into the lore, meeting up, learning and understanding all the things are my main goal! From little chatters, to small plots, everything is possible!

ᛃ ABOUT THE MUN ––– –– –

Who I am: A pink Gecko, to licks monitors and eats steaks (35 years old mun, who shitposts alot and makes memes, to try making some ppl smile :p)

Server: Outland EU, main char (Argent dawn, alt char)

Time Zone: CEST European time Zone (Germany)

Availability: When i am online, since i work in shifts

Writing Style: Varies. I am trying to adapt to people and overwhelm them with too much text

Platforms: In Game and In Discord. On tumblr it’s more -what if- situations

(Art by Ashaton, https://www.deviantart.com/ashaton/art/Bhaal-546551901)

ᛃ Restrictions ––– –– –

Generally not up to gore/maiming/killing, especially so when not brought up beforehand.

As much as i love writing smut, i want to know the muse a little more, before engaging in any nsfw content

No Erotic or Romantic themes if you or your character are under-age or just SEEM immature.

Even less Erotic themes if you are a gome. It’s a no.

Contact: Direct Messages on Tumblr or discord Thorcatte#6253