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[squidsquadlove]

New Year's resolutions for 2024:

Travel to at least one hockey arena I've never been to before I have been to: Nationwide Arena (NHL - CBJ) Climate Pledge Arena (NHL - SEA) Acrisure Arena (AHL - CVF) Angel Of The Winds Arena (WHL - EVT) T-Mobile Park (NHL - SEA)*

Finally read "Take Your Eye Off The Puck" by Greg Wyshinski I am ready to learn more about how hockey plays and strategies work! Extra credit: Start reading Analytics With Alison articles Watch Emerald City Hockey's How Do We Project An NHL Lineup?

Stay silly! The #kraken lb crew is the best and I'm looking forward to a year of adventures watching our beloved best boys with you all!

[gerec]

dom erik fics? strangely every time i try read a dom erik he is a sub because of some kind of plot twist

Here are some excellent dom!Erik fics, Anon; hope you enjoy!!!

What You've Really Been Chasing by helens78

Charles has been chasing after something for years, but he's never found it. Erik steps in to show him what he's been missing.

Put me in the backseat, and they took me for a ride by tahariel (series)

When Erik enters the bedroom, pausing on the threshold just to look, near shivering with excitement, his new sub is waiting for him, laid out on top of the bedclothes like a present. He’s draped with a length of rich black silk, which clings to his naked body and hides nothing, accentuates everything.

Erik’s mouth runs dry.

Counting the Beat by clavicular

Written for this prompt on 1stclass_kink: Erik uses a metal sex toy (dildo, butt plug, nipple clamps, handcuffs, or maybe he just molds something) on Charles with his powers so he can watch from afar while fucking Charles senseless. Belts, buttons, and zippers are metal too, so I imagine Erik just sitting back in a chair smugly while he uses the metal on Charles' clothes/body to force Charles around and take his clothes off and such. Maybe there's a bit of power play going on where Charles tries to get in Erik's head and make him squirm and Erik disciplines him for it...

Twenty-One Guns by luninosity (series)

Sometimes Charles needs to not be in control for a while. Erik offers to help. First times, some confessions, porn with plot…

Alive With Open Eyes by Cesare, helens78

"I'd rather stay, though," Charles smirked, all too pleased with himself, "if you'll have me."

"No," Erik told him flatly. "Not like this. If you start this, you take it seriously. You're mine until I'm through with you."

Purple is for Emperors by Fullmetalcarer

Erik sat on the edge of the bed, slowly stroking his cock.

Charles knelt on the floor in front of him, naked and bound with purple cords.

Can Erik and Charles find happiness in a world where they don't fit in?

Finding North by ClarkeStetler, Goosenik (series)

Charles and Erik are (loosely) friends with benefits. They don't share personal details, last names, or anything concrete about their lives. This is ruined rather spectacularly when Charles gets recruited by the Mutant Apprehension Division of the FBI. Surprised is a bit of an understatement for their reaction to finding themselves partnered up and sent out on cases with the team.

Bit of a detective fic? Really just an excuse for us to play around with MAD (Mutant Apprehension Division) that we created in Playing House.

you burn me by warraw

Erik didn’t allow him a blanket or any other cover, so he is curled up on his side, hugging himself. From where Erik is standing he cannot see the sweet curve of his ass, just his front. But it is enough to enjoy the view.

Gifts by spuffyduds 

Erik is generous. Charles is distracted.

No more fear by adern (series)

Erik was a Dominant himself, but he wouldn't ever threatened a submissive of punishement just because they had put the cutlery in the wrong order.

put me down by ninemoons42

Charles is normally happy to follow Erik's orders in and out of bed, but it's been a very bad day, and he's been caught entirely off guard by what he overhears.

Into His Arms by a_q

Written for the meme prompt: A human dominant over a mutant sub is almost unheard of. No one expected a human Erik Lehnsherr to be the dom of a Omega-level telepath. Erik is convinced it's a mistake, Charles is convinced it's perfect.

Moira tries to support her husbands new found connection, and Raven tries to protect Charles and keep him from giving too much of himself.

Open You Up by Magnetism_bind

I want smutty sex against the wall, on the table, wherever exciting, and I want submissive!Charles. And maybe some filthy oral sex...

[arale2126]

Cherik fics - That ONE line - 93

「I feel like I should keep an index of the one line in each Cherik fics that impresses me to no end, making want to bookmark it immediately.」

A Summer Day So Late In Coming by helens78

Summary: Fifty years after they fell in love, Erik comes to Charles with a proposal that rocks Charles's world.

The quote:

"Scare the children, you say."

[cobrafantasies]

SamBucky Specific E-rated Recs

Always wanted to put a list together of wonderful fics that feature something very specific that might be hard to find through tags. These are non-AU and mainly smutty.

Hope someone enjoys this!

Recs:

Got a feeling that I'm going under by @cyclogenesis (addictedkitten) (E): Specific feature - Bucky's wounds are healed by physically holding them closed. Author's tag: Sexy Wound-Healing

Acts of Service (AKA how to accidentally win over your boyfriend) by @st4rlabsforever (E): Specific feature - Sam opens up when receiving back massages.

way too well by @glittercake (E): Specific feature - Sam has a thing for hands. Author's tag: Hand & Finger Kink

when the body speaks by napricot (E): Specific feature - Bucky has psychic powers through touch. Author's tag: the wonders of psychic power enhanced banging

The evil esthetician, the convenient coincidence, and the return of Taco Tuesday by @jules-of-the-crown (E): Specific feature - Bucky has a thing for Sam's chest hair. Author's tag: Sam Wilson's excellent rack

If You Say It with Your Hands by @yammz (E): Specific feature - Sam and Bucky are hooking up but don't allow kissing.

cowboy casanova by @bisamwilson (M): Specific feature - Bucky has a thing for cowboy hats.

There Is Nothing Wrong With Me (Loving You) by @helens78 (E): Specific feature - Sam is a 41-year-old virgin.

Bedtime Story by ElleBishop @goncharov-total-landscaping (E): Specific feature - Sam and Bucky read fanfiction together.

gasoline, pretty please (i wanna get off but you're such a tease) by @notcaycepollard (E): Specific feature - Bucky can't finish without being commanded to. Author's tag: gentle Hydra bullshit-adjacency

warm blood (feels good, i can't control it anymore) by @notcaycepollard (E): Specific feature - Bucky has trouble regulating his body temperature and needs to cuddle for warmth.

Feel free to add onto this list :)

[duesouthmadness]

Starting off some fic recs with one of my favourites. Fraser/RayK, Rated E. Ray has a tendency to play with his bruises when he's antsy, and it's making Fraser absolutely nuts.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Tsumthing Unexpected

AN: I have no excuse. I got Tsum Tsum on my@buckybarnesbingo card (C4) and was reminded of the fics I’ve read on AO3 by helens78, buckybleeds and Tiger_Niki. So… yeah…I could have made something fluffy and sweet. I didn’t.

I’m envisaging the Large Tsum tsums here.

Beta’d by @zenaidamacrouras1 who now needs mind bleach and probably some counselling

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, moodboard and (questionable) art by me (NSFT version on my AO3 account)

Master list |  BBB Master list

Summary: Bucky hates wizards. He especially hates wizards who transform his boyfriends into sentient stuffies when they had a weekend of sex planned. Sam and Joaquín don’t think their plans should change, even if they can only communicate in beeps.

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson x Joaquín Torres

Word count: 4k

CW: Author is going to hell, Crack Fic, slight angst and discussions of polyamory, magical transformation, Tsum Tsum Sam Wilson, Tsum Tsum Joaquín Torres, Sentient stuffies, Crack Smut, Bucky can’t believe what he’s actually doing, Enthusiastic consent (even if it is made with beeps) overuse of the word ‘flipper’, It’s so wrong and I’m so sorry, but also not sorry.

If there was one thing Bucky really hated, it was wizards. Sorcerers. Magicians. Whatever they called themselves. All of them were capital T trouble and the one that he, Sam and Quín were currently up against was no exception. Completely psychopathic, he’d given himself the epitaph of ‘The ToyMaster’ and had been terrorising the East Coast for weeks, kidnapping people and using some unknown magic to turn them into toys for his collection.

Now here the three heroes were, storming The ToyMaster’s lair, intent on stopping his madness. It had taken some time to locate it, but now they had, Bucky was eager to bring the miscreant to justice. He’d like to say it was because he had a burning desire to stop him - and that wasn’t untrue - but more than that, he just wanted to be back at home, either in the house 40 minutes outside of New Orleans, or in the apartment in D.C. with the men he loved.

Their dynamic was new Bucky had been very confused at first, both with the way that his heart rate had picked up when Joaquín had overtly flirted with him, but also with the way that when Joaquín had flirted with Sam as well, Bucky hadn’t felt any jealousy or anxiety at all. In fact, all he’d felt was a rush of arousal, images of Sam and Joaquín kissing - touching - filling his head and making him want. It had taken a few shots of Asgardian Mead for him to build up the courage to speak to Sam about it.

They’d been in their house, home after a rough mission - hence the alcohol - with Bucky resting his head in Sam’s lap as they both pretended to watch the TV. He’d been running what he’d wanted to say around and around in his mind during their companionable silence before he finally got the guts to say it.

“Sam?” Even to himself his voice had sounded uncharacteristically nervous. “You don’t get upset, or anything, when Quín flirts with me, do you?”

Sam hadn’t replied straight away, continuing to stroke Bucky’s hair with one hand, and lifting his beer to his lips with the other, taking a long drink from it, before placing it back down. Bucky’s heart had been in his mouth when Sam had looked down at him, his dark topaz eyes unreadable.

“Sugar, I get as upset as you do when he flirts with me. Which is to say I get the opposite of upset.”

Bucky had felt his eyes widen, his head spinning from Sam’s words, although he was certain the alcohol was helping increase the feeling of discombobulation. He’d reached his hand up, cupping Sam’s cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin and the scratch of his facial hair. “But I love you, Sam. Why are my feelings all confused?”

Sam had smiled then, revealing the too-cute gap between his teeth and crinkles had formed around his eyes. “I know you do, baby. Never had any doubts. But sometimes, some people have really big hearts. Hearts that are so big that there’s room for more than one person. I’ve always had thoughts about that myself. Never been with anyone else who’d consider it though. Jay is cute though.”

Sam had sat back and took another pull of his beer, leaving Bucky to ruminate on what he’d said. Fifteen minutes passed, a new episode of the show started, and Bucky had let his thoughts have a voice again.

“Quín likes both of us, doesn’t he? And you like him as well as me. And I… I like him as well as you. What would it be?”

“I dunno, Buck. We don’t really know what Jay wants. Maybe he just wants the fantasy. Maybe a one-time experience to look back on to say he’s done it. Potentially he wants the whole thing - a relationship. We won’t know unless we take the next step.”

Bucky had mused for another few moments, watching the play of light from the TV over the angles of Sam’s face. “And do you want to take that next step?” Sam lent forward and pressed a soft kiss to Bucky’s lips. 

“Only if you want to, Sugar. We’re a team here, and that’s not gonna change.”

“You been thinking about this for a while then? Why didn’t you bring it up sooner?” Bucky had quizzed.”

“I thought it would be better for your oblivious, geriatric ass to process it a bit first. Didn’t want to freak you out by bringing up threesomes and polyamory and risk a heart attack.” The skin around Sam’s eyes had crinkled as he teased Bucky.

“Geriatric?” Bucky’s expression had been one of faux indignation and he’d grabbed a cushion and whomped Sam with it, before sitting up and looming over him. “I’ll show you who’s geriatric.”

A week later, after another successful mission, sat in a booth in a quiet part of their favourite D.C. bar, they had taken the next step, Sam’s molasses smooth voice letting Quín know that if he wanted to do something about how he felt about the two of them, then the ball was in his court. Sam and Bucky had held hands on top of the tables, both proffering their empty hands across the scarred wood. Joaquín had blushed, but taken their hands in his. Warm and surprisingly soft.

A few weeks had passed since then. Joaquín obviously hadn’t wanted a one night thing, although the memories of that first night will be forever seared in Bucky’s brain. The only word to describe it would be transcendent. Joaquín still had his own place - wasn’t with them twenty four seven - but this weekend Bucky and Sam had planned on giving Quín a set of keys - to both the house and the apartment. They’d also planned on a lot of sex. However, they had a narcissistic megalomaniac to deal with first and he was definitely pissing Bucky off.

The main problem was that it was difficult to tell which of those currently fighting them were mindless drones of the ToyMaster’s invention, and which were real people he’d transformed. They were having to use non-lethal force and hope that when - if - the victims got transformed back there wouldn’t be any lasting damage. 

Bucky was running through the warehouse complex, trying to get to the centre where the ToyMaster was bouncing around with unreserved glee. He was also having to not punch a bunch of clowns as hard in the face as he wanted to. Sam and Quín were darting through the sky, armed with tranquilisers, taking out the unwilling henchmen and women who were shooting them with abandon.

For a moment, Bucky actually felt as though he was making some headway, fighting his way through the throng and getting closer to the villain, but then it all went wrong. The world slowed down around him as two life size Barbie dolls, their movements stilted by their fixed arm positions and their reduced points of articulation, pulled some kind of multicoloured circus style cannon from one of the warehouses. They aimed it up at the sky, and with a deafening boom and a burst of glitter, Sam and Quín fell to the ground.

“No!” The sound of his own voice startled Bucky out of his stupor, and with renewed vigour he forced his way through, leaping up on to the small covered dais the ToyMaster was jigging atop. He had absolutely no qualms about hurting this psychopath. “Don’t,” punch, “hurt,” punch, “my,” punch, “boyfriends!” The Toymaster crumpled to the floor and immediately his transformed toys stopped what they were doing and crumpled to the floor, like puppets with their strings cut. Bucky didn’t waste any time - he ran straight over to where Sam and Joaquín were lying still on the floor. Or rather where the strange toys were that had been Sam and Joaquín.

“What the fuck?” Bucky dropped to his knees. Both of them appeared to be soft toy versions of themselves, but if they’d been turned into cylinders. Instead of hands and feet, they had little flippers and were about 18 inches long. The one that was obviously Sam had a little scowl on its face - beady little black eyes looking up at Bucky from underneath a miniature pair of red tinted goggles. Joaquín appeared to be sleeping, letting out little snores and a bubble of drool.

“Meep!” said Sam. “Meeeeeeeeep!”

“Jesus Christ…” Bucky pulled his phone from his pocket and dialled a number. “Hey Doc, it’s Barnes. I’ve got something really strange I need you to look at…”

With a sigh, Bucky placed Sam and Joaquín down on the bed. Joaquín was awake now and he and Sam were beeping away at each other. Bucky was glad they at least had each other to talk to, although he was intrigued as to what they were actually saying.

Strange had portaled over with Wong before Bucky had even hung up his call. The two sorcerers had looked over Sam, Quín and all the other transfigured people, before stepping to the side to chat. Bucky was sitting on the dusty floor, with a still sleeping Joaquín in his lap and Sam angrily shuffling around the floor, beeping and waving his front flippers around indignantly. Bucky had to admit that, now the shock had worn off a bit and Strange and Co. were on the case, his boyfriends’ toy forms were rather cute. 

“Sergeant?” Bucky turned his head and looked up at Doctor Strange. “Wong and I are going to work with SWORD to get all the other victims somewhere safe while we work on a spell to return them to normal. Your captive is not being very helpful in that regard, although that is made more difficult by the fact he has a broken jaw.” Bucky raised an eyebrow and refused to feel sorry. “However,” Strange continued, “we don’t see that there would be an issue with you taking the Captain and the new Falcon home with you. They’d probably prefer that to being in a sterile hospital environment.”

“Meeeeeep! Meep beep, be-beeep!” Sam wiggled his way across the ground and started to smack at Strange’s booted foot with a flipper. Bucky chuckled as Strange looked down at Sam, eyes wide with confusion.

“I think he doesn’t appreciate being left out of the conversation, Doc. I haven’t worked out how to communicate with him yet, but he is still Sam and he does appear to have all his faculties.” Sam hopped around to face Bucky and glared. Bucky couldn’t help it.

“You’re so cute when you’re angry. You know that, Sammy?”

“Beep beep beeeeep!” Bucky didn’t need a translator to work out what Sam was saying then.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I take it you’d like to go home until this gets sorted out? Waggle your right flipper for yes and your left for no.”

Sam’s right flipper went up in the air, waving so fast it was a blur.

“Well,” Strange drawled. “That settles it. Where do you want to go?”

Bucky had decided on the D.C. apartment - it was smaller and his thinking was that he could keep track of his fuzzy-formed boyfriends easier. Also, being so central he could get take-out and grocery deliveries so he wouldn’t need to worry about leaving them alone. Quín had woken up just before he’d stepped through the portal, one boyfriend in each arm. Unlike Sam, Quín didn’t seem to be in any way distressed by this turn of events, and just huffed a cute sigh into Bucky’s neck and beeped quietly.

WIth them safely ensconced on the bed, Bucky sat down beside them and took off his boots and tactical jacket, still trying to wrap his mind around what had happened. Right now Sam and he were supposed to be reducing Quín to a gibbering, drooling wreck, but instead he had to babysit two sentient fluffy burritos.

There was a nugging against his thigh and he looked down to see Joaquín butting up against him. Bucky smiled at him. He really was extra cute in this form. “Hey, baby-boy. What can I help you with?”

“Beep!” Joaquín tilted to the side and wiggled one of his back flippers, and then peered over the edge of the bed to look at Bucky’s boots.

“You want your boots off?”

Joaquín smiled at him. “Meep.” He then rolled over and wiggled, the tiny zipper on his suit moving with him.

Bucky’s lips twitched at the corners, and he smothered a laugh. “You want it all off? Well I suppose, even like this, it can’t be comfortable to have that suit on for longer than is needed. Come on then.”

Bucky plucked the fuzzy boots from each little flipper, and Joaquín waggled them endearingly once they were free to the air. Next Bucky gripped the suit zipper between his left thumb and forefinger and gently pulled it down. Joaquín let out another cute sigh as Bucky peeled it from him, however, there was something, or rather two things, that were unexpected. 

Considering the fact that Quín, and presumably Sam had removable suits, Bucky had assumed that all of their clothes had been replicated in fuzzy form, but just like a doll, there was only one layer. Joaquín was naked underneath his suit. However, unlike a doll, he was not rocking the androgynous ‘Ken doll’ look. 

“Okay…,” Bucky breathed out. “That’s a tiny fuzzy nubbin penis.”

Meeeeeep!” Joaquín squeaked indignantly.

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I…uh… just didn’t expect it.” 

Joaquín huffed, hopped around and then wiggled his way across the bed. Bucky’s eyes went wide, because Joaquín also had a fuzzy little butthole too. He brought a palm up to his face.

“If I could go back to being a pile of dust right now, that would be way less weird…”

“Beep?” 

Bucky uncovered his eyes and saw Sam smiling up at him.

“Hey, baby. How are you doing? Strange day or what?”

“Meep-meep.” Fuzzy toy Sam still had the gap in his tooth, and Bucky had the overriding urge to just cuddle him. He picked Sam up, flipper arms and legs flapping and gave him a small squeeze, resting his face on Sam’s side. Sam twisted a little in his arms and pressed a furry kiss to Bucky’s nose.

“Meep beep meep.”

“Yeah, love you too, Sam. Do you also want out of your suit? You and Quín can be naked little fuzzies together.”

“Phht.” Sam blew him a raspberry and Bucky chuckled once again, before placing him down and divesting him of his clothes. Once naked, Sam made his way across the bed towards Joaquín, who was starting to fall asleep again, but not before he looked back at Bucky, waggled his eyebrows and shook his fuzzy ass. Bucky just looked at him.

“Really, Sam? Even as a cuddly toy you’re still flirting? Fuck my life.” Bucky slapped his hands down onto his thighs and stood up. “I’m off to get a shower. Please, for the love of God, don’t get into any trouble in the next 10 minutes. Maybe you could take a leaf out of Quín’s book and have a nap?

Sam shrugged then cuddled his nude form up against Quín’s. “Me-meep.”

Bucky shook his head, and headed into the bathroom.

Bucky ended up spending longer in the shower than anticipated. He still couldn’t seem to get his head around it. Sure, he’d seen - and done - some weird shit in his time, but this was ridiculous. 

He stepped out of the cubicle, wrapped a towel around his waist and was rubbing at his hair with another when he became aware of strange noises coming from the bedroom. Strange squeaky noises.

“What the hell?” He threw the smaller towel into the sink and walked back into the bedroom.

And stopped.

Mouth open.

His brain stalling as his eyes processed the sheer insanity he was seeing.

Joaquín was lying on his back and was the source of the squeaky noises. Noises that were being caused by Sam laying half over him, his tiny mouth stretched around Quín’s tiny nubbin penis.

“Jesus Christ guys!” Bucky’s vocal chords started up again as his legs propelled him across the room to the bed. “Really? You're horny? At a time like this?”

Sam opened his eyes, rolled them, but didn’t stop what he was doing. Joaquín carried on squeaking, and making breathy sighs.

Bucky didn’t know why he was that surprised - Joaquín had proven himself to be quite insatiable the past few weeks and they had planned on spending most of the weekend in bed. It seemed that his boyfriends had decided not to let a little thing like magical transformation get in the way.

What was more disturbing to Bucky though, was the fact that, somehow, this wasn’t NOT doing something for him. Despite the fact that Sam and Quín weren’t in human form, seeing them love on each other was having an effect on Bucky’s cock that his brain really thought it shouldn’t.

Joaquín’s squeaks were getting louder and louder, and once again, a translator wasn’t needed to work out what was happening. But then, Sam stopped. He pulled back from Quín and Bucky was shocked at the look of his young boyfriends plushie cock. Somehow it had changed colour, turning pinker at the end, just as his cock did when he was… normal. Bucky could see how it was straining, and it was also weeping. And this was so wrong!

Then it got wronger.

Joaquín moved his little head and looked at Bucky, eyes wide and squeaked straight at him.

“Meep!”

He wiggled his ass.

“Meep-meep!”

Bucky blanched. “Nuh-uh! No-fucking-way. Nope!”

Quín’s little face turned down. “Meeeeeeeep.” He sounded so dejected and Bucky immediately felt bad. He reached out to cup his cuddly head.

“Look, baby. I still love you, even though you’re a cuddly toy, but it just feels wrong to… you know… while you’re like this.”

Joaquín sniffed and fuck, was that a tear rolling down his soft squishy face?

“MEEP!” Sam headbutted Bucky’s thigh and glared at him, brows drawn together. “Me-meep beep, beep beep be-meep!” He looked straight at the tented towel in Bucky’s lap. 

“Just because I’m aroused doesn’t mean I should actually do anything about it, Sam.”

Sam didn’t squeak back, but did something Bucky wasn’t anticipating - he took hold of the edge of the towel in his mouth and pulled it away, revealing Bucky’s aching cock to the cold air. Joaquín rolled back onto his front and waddled closer. Bucky was frozen to the spot as Joaquín pulled himself up onto Bucky’s lap and then began to back up towards his goal.

At the first touch of soft fuzz against his aching dick, Bucky panicked and grabbed Joaquín around his waist with both his hands, moving him away. “Woah! Wait a minute!” Joaquín waggled his four mini appendages and Bucky realised as he did that he was probably squeezing a little too hard. However, Joaquín didn’t seem to mind the man-handling - toy-handling? - because he let out a little purring noise and trembled in Bucky’s grip. His cock also gave a little twitch, brushing against Bucky’s fingers. 

“You really want this, don’t you?” Bucky asked as he turned Quín around in his hands. Joaquín nodded enthusiastically. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Be-beep.” Joaquín replied and somehow Bucky knew what he meant.

Sam spat out the towel and with a front flipper patted Bucky on the leg to get his attention, and then flapped it towards the bedside drawer.

“Yeah - um - probably a good idea. I just hope I can get it out of the fluff. After.”

Shit. Was he really going to do this? 

But despite his reservations he found himself placing Joaquín on his lap and leaning across to grab the bottle of lube from the drawer. Joaquín squeaked with joy and wiggled his ass. When he realised he was finally getting what he wanted Bucky smirked. “Yes, yes, baby. I’m getting there.”

He slicked up his cock then, wiping his hand on the discarded towel, placed one hand on Joquín’s fuzzy back and angled his cock towards the soft opening with the other. There was little resistance as he pressed forwards and Joaquín let out a happy squeal, not unlike the one he’d made the first time Bucky had fucked him.

“Oh God!” Despite the easy give, Joaquín was still deliciously tight around him - warm and soft. And there was something so taboo about this and he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t…

Bucky’s hands tightened again around Joaquín but he was no longer worried. Joaquín squeaked and chirped as Bucky used him like a flesh light, moving him up and down his cock, that was so hard he thought it would break.

“Fuck! Feels so good, baby. Shit. Just wanna keep doing this and never stop. Keep you like this all the time. My living sex toy. Fuck, Quín! I’m gonna…”

Bucky bit down on his bottom lip and came, feeling his releasing pumping inside of Quín’s soft body, as Quín himself let out a strangled squeak. Bucky felt a dribble of hot stickiness coat his hands and thighs as Joaquín came.

Bucky was breathing hard as he slowly pulled out and watched as his cum ran out over the soft material of Joaquín’s ass. Next to him, Sam let out a high pitched coo, and pushed his way under Bucky’s arm to get onto his lap as well, and without any ceremony pushed his plushy face up against Joaquín’s leaking hole.

Bucky let out a bark of laughter and lay back, his head propped on a pillow so he could watch the frankly insane scene in front of him. Joaquín purred as Sam ate him out, his boneless body lax on Bucky’s lap. After a few minutes Sam shuffled back, and partially turned to look at Bucky, the fluff on his face a mess from Bucky’s cum.

“Meep. Me-beep beep.” He waved a flipper at Joaquín and Bucky looked over to see that once again Joaquín was asleep. 

Feeling rather foolish, Bucky placed Quín down on the bed, up by the pillow and pulled the coverlet up over him. He turned to Sam.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

Sam waggled his eyebrows and licked his lips, staring at Bucky’s cock that, thanks to serum, was already back at full mast.

“Meep meep.”

Bucky shook his head from side to side and rolled his eyes.

“Come here then, you fuzzy pervert.”

It was the sound of voices, low and conversational, that woke Bucky the next morning. He stretched out in the bed and as his hands met cold sheets either side of him, and not warm bodies, his memories kicked in. He sat up with a start.

Where were Sam and Joaquín? Why the fuck weren’t their fuzzy asses in the bed?

“If those two are fucking again, I swear to god…” he muttered to himself as he threw off the coverlet and grabbed a pair of pajama pants. Then he realised.

The voices. They were Sam and Quín’s. Actual words and not beeps. 

He ran through the door, skidding across the hardwood floor to where his boyfriends were chatting, leaning against the breakfast bar, and threw an arm around each of them. He pressed a hard kiss to Sam’s smiling lips and then turned to plant one on Quín as well.

“You’re back! Thank fuck for that.”

A cough sounded from across the breakfast bar and Bucky looked up to see the no-nonsense face of Wong looking back at him. Bucky threw the sorcerer an unusually broad grin.

“Hey! Thanks, man. Thank you for giving me my boyfriends back. How are all the others?”

Wong's face softened. “They’re fine, Sergeant. In the end it was relatively simple to turn everyone back.”

“Madisynn figured it out,” Joaquín clarified with a smirk. Wong scowled at him.

“The universe has a funny way of providing solutions from the most unexpected of places.” He jumped down from his stool and straightened his top with both hands. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have so important Sorcerer Supreme business to attend to.” He swirled his hand in the air and a portal opened in a shower of golden sparks. With a nod to the three men he stepped through.

“Say hi to Synn for me,” Joaquín shouted after him and then they all watched as the portal closed.

Bucky pulled Sam and Joaquín in tighter to him. “I’m so glad to have you both back. I never want to go through anything like that again.”

“It was certainly fucking weird,” Sam agreed, but Joaquín just raised an eyebrow at Bucky. 

“You mean you didn’t like using me as a sex toy?” he teased.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “Baby, you don’t need to be transformed into a stuffy for that. I can use you like a sex toy any time I wanna.”

“Prove it,” Joaquín shot back with a challenging smile, his dark eyes twinkling.

Bucky growled and canted his hips, and his hard dick, against Joaquín’s thigh. “I did, last week. And anyway - I think it’s Sam’s turn as he missed out last night.”

Sam moved around Bucky to press himself against Joaquín’s back and trail his lips up his neck. “Damn right it’s my turn.” His voice was deep and Bucky felt his heart pounding in his chest.

Joaquín slipped from their grasp and ran off towards the bedroom, laughing, Sam hot on his heels. Bucky watched them for a moment, hearts in his eyes. He loved them both so much and couldn’t wait until later when they gave Joaquín the keys. But first, there were ‘other’ things to attend to. He knocked back the remains of Sam’s coffee with a grimace and then followed his two loves into the bedroom.

Tag list: @km-ffluv, @christywrites @doasyoudesireandlive

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[dadvans]

nine (9) people you'd like to know better

tagged by @freebooter4ever, who i wish i could re-tag, as i'm endlessly curious (read: jealous) of your aesthetic home and horny drawings

Last Song: my leather, my fur, my nails // stepdad

Currently Watching: most recently enjoyed the recent seasons of I Think You Should Leave and Documentary Now!, and am always an ongoing slut for more documentaries. also, regrettably, beat bobby flay. he's a cat dad.

Currently Reading: most recently finished reading 110 unabridged oregon trail diaries and adjacent correspondence (tbh for the sake of writing porn). i have decent access to these through some academic friends and also being an oregon trail descendent (boo hiss manifest destiny). despite all the accounts of babies born on the trail, there are only two (2) (two!!!!) references i could find about boning down between 1840 and 1870 (see: connubial festivities, chivarie)

Current Obsession: this is my second weekend in a row of doing pilates teacher training every day for 8+ hours (after 3 weeks last month), so probably pilates. my second obsession is sleep. my third obsession is indiana jonesing around ao3 for unsung horny fic heroes while stuck on the bus to and from work.

tagged: @rostovs, @sonatine, @archaicbro, @door, @drunktuesdays, @crimsonclad, @thekookster, @yabagofmalk, @helens78

[themculibrary]

Smut - Shower Sex Masterlist

En Suite (ao3) - valtyr steve/tony E, 1k

Summary: Written for Avengers Kink. Prompt: "Tony/Steve. Shower sex."

I hate you, I love you (ao3) - Andrea1717 steve/bucky E, 13k

Summary: Bucky Barnes hates Steve Rogers. Weirdly he also can't keep his hands off of him.

An enemies to lovers college AU.

In Twin Rivers (ao3) - RurouniHime steve/tony E, 3k

Summary: In Twin Rivers, Tony springs for a hotel room.

In your hands (ao3) - jeza_red thor/steve M, 2k

Summary: “Thor, I…” Again he was not allowed to finish the thought. And it was strangely okay with him; Thor was so much more experienced, much more qualified to make judgements here. If he decided that now it’s okay to move, Steve was all behind that decision.

Let Me Take You Higher (ao3) - BlossomsintheMist steve/tony E, 4k

Summary: “Good,” Steve said, and squeezed him gently around the waist. “I guess we should see about having an actual shower, huh?”

“It might be a good idea,” Tony allowed, smiling a little. It felt loose and warm and wide on his face.

Like a Daylight Savings Clock (ao3) - orphan_account steve/tony E, 4k

Summary: Would it bother Steve’s sensibilities to know that Tony was getting off on the idea of just being a thing for Steve’s pleasure, for his use?

My Arms Were Made To Hold You (ao3) - portraitofemmy, rainbow_marbles steve/bucky E, 55k

Summary: Tired of being kept awake at night by a screaming baby, Bucky decides to take matters into his own hands. Mostly he wants a good night's sleep, but what he gets is a beautiful baby boy with big blue eyes, a lonely father trying to move on from tragedy, and a chance at a family he never expected to have.

Out of Practice (ao3) - sassyseme sam/bucky E, 7k

Summary: Bucky claims he's out of practice, but his bed skills prove otherwise. He promises to do better, but Sam is already satisfied and eager for more each time. How much better can great sex get?

Rage Unleashed (ao3) - KurosakiIchigoat kate/yelena E, 86k

Summary: Following the fall out of being bonded with the symbiotes can Kate and Yelena move forward and heal or will other threats force them to reconcile with what has happened to them, and what they both want?

Shower Fun (ao3) - AkikoFumi steve/tony E, 1k

Summary: Anonymous sent: "NSFW prompt: Steve and Tony having shower sex for the first time. Please."

Shower to Save Water… Maybe Not (ao3) - Hades_LastSon21 wanda/natasha E, 1k

Summary: Day 24: Shower

Wanda get distracted while training

Slippery When Wet (ao3) - Jo (jmathieson) clint/phil E, 2k

Summary: Clint and Phil take a shower after a rough mission.

Steam (ao3) - LittleGooseWalking clint/natasha E, 775

Summary: *Follows after Clint's Nest in this series.*

A steamy shower encounter followed by an unexpected surprise.

Steam (ao3) - ladydeathfaerie clint/steve E, 4k

Summary: Long simmering emotions finally come to a boil one night after a training session, when Clint and Steve are alone in the mansion.

Steamy (ao3) - randomfatkid clint/phil M, 496

Summary: Clint wakes to find the bed empty and the shower running.

Substitute (ao3) - helens78 rhodey/tony E, 784

Summary: It's been four days with no booze and no sleep; Tony needs a substitute for the bottle, and Rhodey's willing to keep him company.

The Shape of Want (ao3) - praxidikai gilgamesh/thena M, 4k

Summary: The Eternals meet King Arthur, he grows fond of Thena, she isn't amused.

Under Her Thumb (ao3) - neon_jellyfish bruce/clint/natasha E, 3k

Summary: Dom!Natasha unwinds with her sub!boyfriends Clint and Bruce after a stressful week for the Avengers

We Don't Need Words (ao3) - abbyleaf101 clint/phil E, 525

Summary: The different ways they have sex says a lot about who they are.

what you see ain’t what you get (you ain’t seen nothing yet) (ao3) - six_demon_bag bucky/john E, 5k

Summary: John and Joaquin are sent undercover to investigate Alexander Pierce for illegal weapons trafficking from his company SHIELD Securities. Bucky and Sam are less than pleased at one of the things they do to avoid detection.

[stanfordsweater]

people are posting about due south on the dash so please go read this sex pollen fic by helens78

[ao3feed-hockey]

why'm I so tired in this bubble

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/PEYrasJ

by squidsquadlove (helens78)

Nate wouldn't have thought he'd be so grouchy and resentful about getting back to hockey, but this doesn't feel like the real thing. He doesn't need the crowds, though he does miss them, but being cut off from everyone but the team-- and not even being allowed to hang out, really, having to stay as isolated as possible-- it's just not right.

Plus, he spends every second he can napping, which is awful. But he's exhausted, and even his annoying need to pee in the afternoons before game time doesn't keep him awake; he just wakes up with a full bladder and stumbles into the bathroom, usually bumping himself on a wall or the doorframe on the way.

Pandemic hockey kind of sucks.

Words: 3024, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Heat In The Time Of Coronavirus

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sidney Crosby, Nathan MacKinnon, Erik Johnson (Hockey RPF)

Relationships: Sidney Crosby/Nathan MacKinnon

Additional Tags: 2020 NHL Playoffs Bubble, Accidental Pregnancy, Mpreg, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, mentions of abortion as an option, hockey men and their one collective brain cell

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/PEYrasJ

[squidsquadlove]

hello, Ive seen you mention writing fics, whats your ao3? :3

For hockey rpf: squidsquadlove (helens78) For everything else: helens78

I'm not the ridiculously prolific writer I was in some of my other fandoms, but I am always determined to get back to it...

[gerec]

hi geric <3 can you rec some fics that deal with the first time in some way?

So there are probably thousands of fics about Cherik's first time - assuming you mean first time having sex - so it's difficult to give you anything but a very short list from so many possibilities! Hopefully, you're enjoy these personal favourites, Anon :D

First time post Cuba/paralysis

Sharing by ikeracity

One night during the mutant road trip, Erik knocks on Charles's door and brusquely demands to be taken to bed. Charles, who has been very careful about staying out of Erik’s head, is disoriented by the haunted look in Erik’s eyes but is ultimately swayed by the fact that they’ve had this burgeoning tension between them since forever.

They then proceed to have The Saddest And Worst Sex Ever. Erik stalks off all humiliated and unhappy and Charles is confused until he works out that Erik was a virgin--at which point Charles feels equal parts guilty and furious that Erik's basically used him as an instrument of self-harm.

The next time it happens, Charles teaches Erik what it means to really make love.

Does It Feel Like This When by helens78

Erik keeps everything -- body, mind -- under wraps, leaving Charles no choice but to find other outlets for his desires. When those desires cut a little too close to home, though, everything comes out into the open.

you follow and i'll lead by pearl_o, pocky_slash

When Charles discovers how frustrated and self-conscious his best friend Erik is about his ignorance about sex, he's eager to volunteer to help teach him and practice. Charles might not have any more direct experience than Erik, but he does have a telepath's mind full of accidentally picked-up fantasies and memories, as well as knowledge of a few dirty books - and more importantly, he's been madly in love with Erik for years. This seems like a brilliant, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that he can't pass up.

Now he just needs to manage to keep his feelings in check, and not ruin their friendship forever.

First Meeting In Paradise by helens78

Erik meets a stranger while on a vacation to a mutant-friendly resort in Kauai. When Erik thinks "Your place or mine?", the stranger says, "Mine."

Love, in fire and blood by Black_Betty

Erik used his body as a tool in all ways, but it had always been as a means for destruction. He did not know how to be soft or tender, and had never had use for gentleness before.

Until Charles.

One Drink High by a_q

Erik is an alpha who has never been with an omega before. He likes sex as much as the next person, but he has other priorities in life. So when a younger, very experienced, very forward, and just a little slutty omega sets his sight on Erik, he finds out what he has been missing.

Each Day Starts White by kianspo

Somewhere in the middle of the road trip to recruit more mutants, Charles and Erik get caught up in a storm. That's how it begins, but it's not how it ends. It takes them about thirty years to discover that Genoshan sunrises are beautiful.

A Winter in New York by nextraordinaire

Charles and Erik have been childhood friends for as long as they can remember – Erik, living with his mother in Queens, and Charles in the big mansion in Westchester. For all, expect themselves, it was just natural progression that they'd end up together.

[fall-b-kind]

when fandom gifts you new a/b/o fic AND sex pollen fic on this bland grey monday morning

blast from the past and not complaining

[lupines-slash-recs]

Rec: Pink Elephants by helens78

Title: Pink Elephants Author: helens78 Canon: Stargate Atlantis Pairing: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay Rating: Not Rated [PG] Word Count: 2,296 Summary: When an Ancient device gives John and Rodney mutual telepathy, Rodney finds out that John thinks about sex a lot more frequently than he realized, and John finds out that Rodney doesn't mind overhearing his sex fantasies.

Recommendation: Personally whenever I think of pink elephants I flashback to that rather disturbing bit from Dumbo with all the dancing elephants that turned funny colors.

Link to the Story on AO3  |  Link to the Podfic on AO3

{More McShep Recommendations}

[bijesperfahey]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson Characters:  Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Banter, First Kiss, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Wall Sex, (Well kind of at least), Love Confessions

Summary: 

For @helens78 for the @samstevegiftexchange

It was a publicity stunt, in a way. A chance to make the Avengers seem just a little more real, a little more human, to appeal to the public at large. The Tower was full of select members of the press, the richer members of New York’s elite, and anyone else that might be able to put in a good word for the team. After what had happened in New York, after the Mandarin had kidnapped the president, with how some people felt about the fall of SHIELD and what had happened in DC, it was needed. They needed to be approachable, more than just heroes who came in to save the day.

And Steve Rogers, who’d went into worse battles than this without nearly enough backup apparently drew the line at social situations without the right company. And it seemed that Sam was starting to develop the habit of following him into situations he never would have wound up in otherwise to provide it.

[yahtzee63]

Followers you’d like to know better

I was tagged for this!

Name: Yahtzee is all I go by in terms of fandom. At this point I have people in RL who call me this. 

Nickname: Yahtzee’s pretty much it. 

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Gemini

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor, according to all the online tests, which surprised me since I always thought I’d be a Ravenclaw. But then I remembered this constant dialogue in my head:

One self: I want to do a thing.

Other self: There are probably many complications and risks to that thing, which you have not yet thought through.

Whole self: I am going to DO THE THING.

And if that’s not Gryffindor, I don’t know what is. 

Favorite Color: Dark blue, dark purple, emerald green, black

Favorite Animal(s): dogs, specifically my dog

Time Right Now: 12:42 a.m., so this post is indefensible

Average Hours of Sleep: 7-8

Cat or Dog Person: Dogs, which is lucky, since I’m allergic to cats. 

Favorite Fictional Characters: Jean-Luc Picard, Leia Organa, Charles Xavier, Maisie Dobbs, Betty Suarez, Jack Bristow, the “I, Claudius” version of Livia Augusta, Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, Martha Jones, Supergirl, Sherlock Holmes, Peggy Carter, Spock, everyone in Jane Austen ever, and I know I am still leaving out many deeply beloved fictional persons

Number of Blankets I Sleep With: One, now that I live in a warm climate

Dream Trip: St. Petersburg, or maybe far south Patagonia

Dream Job: To my everlasting surprise and gratitude, I have it.

When Was This Blog Created: I honestly don’t know, because I came to start this Tumblr about four years ago and found that I’d already created one and never used it! When that was, IDK. 

Current Number of Followers: Are there a thousand of you? Maybe not quite. Honestly I don’t pay much attention to that. 

When did your blog reach it’s peak? Well, I used to be writing more fic, but other than that my Tumblr is much as it’s always been (except the Phantom Years at the start.) 

What made you decide to get Tumblr? LJ went slack, and I like looking at pictures of the X-Men actors, so there you have it. 

I shall tag!