#lips burning milk next to me toilet about to be blown up

[hwajin]

i ordered pho and it's so spicy imma start kickboxing the air

[prettyboy-parker]

bucky misbehaving and being finger fucked + prostate milking by steve (if you don't write stucky maybe thor? or whoever works for you) and he's kinda loud during a party/event and comes out of the bathroom wrecked ❤

this is a god tier prompt (also i love stucky with my entire heart!!! so don’t worry ha ha. i had so much fun with this bc sometimes i want to write a ship that’s not starker)

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“Stevie, ah-we’re gonna get caught.”

Steve ignores the brunette, nibbling on the soft skin underneath his jaw. Bucky moans softly, tilting his head to the side.

“If you’re so worried about getting caught, why were you flirting with half of the guests?” Steve asks, earning only a soft whine in response. The blonde raises his eyebrows, unhappy with the answer. Bucky’s eyes go wide and he parts his lips to answer.

“I’m sorry, sir!” He whisper-shouts, hips bucking up slightly. Steve can feel the outline of the man’s hard cock against his thigh. “I-I just know how hot you get when you’re jealous.”

Steve groans quietly, resting his head on Bucky’s shoulder and breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne.

“Naughty, naughty boy,” Steve growls, pressing his lips against the shell of Bucky’s ear. He quickly untucks Bucky’s crisp black dress shirt from the front of his slacks. He teasingly squeezes the large bulge that graces the front of Bucky’s slacks, making the man moan and buck his hips up.

“Don’t want to make to much noise, now do we?” Steve hums as he carefully undos Bucky’s tie, letting the black fabric drape around his neck. Bucky looks at him with big, pleading eyes. Steve ignores him, taking his sweet time unbuttoning the other man’s shirt. He rests his hand on the defined abs that lie underneath. He slides his hand up and gently pinches Bucky’s left nipple.

“Captain,” He moans, head tilting to the side as he grips onto the ceramic countertop. Pleased, Steve quickly takes off Bucky’s belt and pulls his slacks down to his thighs. There’s a small wet spot on the front of his briefs where the tip of his cock rests.

“Already making such a mess,” Steve scolds, running the pad of his thumb over Bucky’s sensitive head. The brunette moans loudly, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Stevie, please,” Bucky croaks, pretty pink lips parted, short breaths falling from them. The blonde pulls down Bucky’s underwear, grunting at the soft smack of his cock against his abs.

“Sit on the toilet, baby,” Steve orders, gesturing to the closed toilet next to them. Bucky shuffles over and sits down. It might not be the classiest space, but seeing Bucky flushed and so eager is worth it. Steve reaches into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a small travel packet of lube. He chuckles lowly at how Bucky’s cock jumps while he tears open the packet.

“You’re going to have to raise your legs, doll. I need to see that pretty hole of yours.”

Bucky whines and does as he’s told, resting one leg on the edge of the tub and the other on the counter. His shaved hole tenses as his cock twitches again.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Steve growls, baby blues blown wide in uncontrollable lust. Bucky whines as the blonde coats his two fingers in lube after rolling his sleeves up. He squats down in front of his boyfriend, pressing one finger against his exposed hole. Bucky shouts and squirms, but eventually relaxes enough so that Steve can slip his index finger inside.

“Would you look at that,” He coos, arching his finger in a way that has Bucky moaning. “You’re so greedy, ain’tcha?”

“O-Only for you, sir,” Bucky stammers, a warbled moan erupting from his throat as Steve prods his second finger at his loosening hole. He’s able to work up to 3 fingers, adding in his ring finger before gently pressing against the small gland inside of Bucky.

“Oh, fuck, Captain!” Bucky cries, pre-cum dripping from the flushed head of his cock. He gazes down at Steve through his long lashes, chest heaving. Steve places his free hand on the man’s thigh while he curves his fingers again. Bucky’s hips stutter and the thick muscle in his thigh tenses. Moans and whines fall from his lips as Steve continues the assault on his prostate.

A sharp knock on the door makes them both freeze.

“Hey man, what’s taking so long?” A deep voice asks from outside the door. Bucky’s cock jumps and his hole clenches down on Steve’s fingers. The blonde grins before continuing to move his fingers in and out. Bucky muffles a moan in his metal palm.

“There’s a bathroom down the hall. I advise you go there,” Steve informs him while using his other thumb to slightly rub the tip of Bucky’s cock.

“Ah, fuck,” Bucky moans as Steve massages his leaking cock.

“This is the only time you get to cum for a while,” Steve growls as he pumps the other man’s cock and thrusts his fingers in his hole. Bucky lets out a high-pitched whine, gripping onto the counter for dear life. Steve rubs his thumb against the sensitive spot underneath Bucky’s leaking head. The brunette squirms in his seat, grunting as Steve grazes his prostate.

“I’m close, sir, please let me cum, please,” Bucky pleads, tears forming at the corner of his steel blue eyes. Steve moves both hands faster.

“Cum for me, Bucky.” He orders in his ‘captain voice’. Bucky cums with a shout, spilling his release all over Steve’s hand and his abs.

“Thank you sir, thank you,” He breathes, cock still twitching and leaking. Steve removes both of his hands as Bucky catches his breath.

“So messy, Buck.” The blonde chides, studying the white mess on his hand. Bucky whines and closes his legs, reaching for a paper towel to clean himself up. But, Steve grabs his thick wrist before he can.

“No, Bucky. You want to make a mess of yourself? Then you stay that way until we get home.”

“Stevie,” The brunette whimpers, cheeks burning in shame. Steve shoots him a warning glare, which shuts him up quick. Bucky awkwardly pulls up his underwear and pants before buttoning his shirt back up while Steve washes his hands.

“C’mere, I’ll help you up,” He says, grabbing Bucky by his hands and yanking him off the toilet. He stumbles a little, pressing into Steve’s side. He looks deliciously disheveled and fucked out.

“What do we say if someone asks what we were doing?” Bucky asks softly, the usual assassin-facade gone while he’s with Steve.

“Well, we tell them the truth. It’s not my fault that you’re a horny little slut.”

Steve opens the door.

[words-and-fangirling-wonder]

A is for Athletic Wear

Eustass Kid Week 2017 - Day 5!

Ahhh, I’m posting this so much later in the day than I wanted to! I ended up trying to edit it myself because @fitgirlfaith24 is still sick, which means I rewrote it like six times and probably still missed some grammar mistakes, so I apologize for that!

Once again this is kind of half from Kid’s perspective and half from Law’s. The first part is more setting up for the prompt so it still flows with the previous stories, so bear with me.

Oh, and if you haven’t watched all of the 10th Doctor there are some vague possible spoilers for Doctor Who? Kinda? Fair warning.

Author: fangirlwonder (WordsandWonder on AO3)

Pairing: Kid/Law

Prompt: Athletic Wear

Rating: Teenish?

Kid was back on his feet in no time after finally caving and taking his antibiotic, and while he was really happy to see them suddenly getting along, Kid wasn’t sure how he felt about Law and Killer suddenly ganging up on him and berating him for waiting so long. He’d had to resort to physically separating them to make it stop, which he did by picking Law up, taking him into his bedroom, and proving to him just how much better he was feeling. That tactic was more effective than Kid had planned, because he’d forgotten how loud Law could get, and apparently being in a poorly sound-proofed apartment didn’t deter him one bit from expressing his appreciation of Kid’s cock. It did, however, deter Killer from making eye contact with the doctor for about a week.

“Killer’s been calling you “Doctor Feel Good” lately,” Kid informed the raven-haired man smugly as he plopped down next to him on the horribly uncomfortable couch.

Law raised an eyebrow as he took a handful of popcorn, but didn’t say anything.

“Wanna know why?”

“Does it have something to do with him overhearing us having sex?” the surgeon guessed.

Kid’s smirk turned into a full-blown shit-eating grin. “Yuuuup.”

“Then no,” Law stated firmly. Then, after a brief pause he added, “… asshole.”

“Fine, spoilsport. What are we watching?”

“Doctor Who,” he replied, before pointedly turning up the volume.

“Awww, man. You know I don’t get this show, babe,” Kid complained.

Law, predictably, ignored his complaint in favor of watching the Doctor and his companion ride in a magical phone booth or whatever it was through time and space. Despite his grumbling, Kid didn’t actually mind watching this show. The main dude was kinda hot, and the brash lady he hung around with was funny. Kid just wasn’t really that interested in sci-fi, and he couldn’t understand half of what they said because they talked too fast with their accents, but he put up with it because it was Law’s favorite show.

“He’s changing you, you know,” Killer had said a few weeks ago, before he’d gotten used to Law. Kid hadn’t seen it then, but as he shifted around trying to get comfortable (an impossible task, because seriously fuck this couch) to watch a British TV show about a time traveling guy who wouldn’t tell anyone his real name and basically kidnapped girls and took them to really dangerous places across space and said “run” and “sorry” a lot, Kid could maybe see where his friend was coming from. If any of his past flings had tried to get him to do something so far outside of his comfort zone, they would have found themselves single pretty quick. But when Law pulled the same crap, Kid usually just found it endearing.

Kid twisted his body so he was laying on his back with his head in Law’s lap, causing the doctor to look down at him momentarily. “Don’t get comfortable there, Eustass,” he warned.

The mechanic pouted. “But this couch sucks. This is the only way I don’t get cramps in my legs,” he protested.

“You get cramps in your legs because you don’t get enough potassium, not because of my couch. Eat a banana and quit whining about my furniture,” Law insisted, but he made no move to dislodge Kid’s head, so Kid made no move to adjust his position.

Onscreen the Doctor and his redheaded companion explored a giant library, and Kid laughed. “Hey, it’s us,” he joked. “It’s like when you dragged me to that huge library a couple weeks ago.”

“Hardly. They’re about to be attacked by carnivorous shadow creatures, and I’m pretty sure the most dangerous thing in our library was a silverfish or two.”

“I dunno, carnivorous shadow creatures might have made that trip more exciting, doc.”

Law swatted him playfully on the shoulder and shushed him, but Kid could see his lips quirking up into a small smile. They fell into comfortable silence as they watched the time lord try and fail to save the explorers he met in the library. A buzzing in Kid’s pocket distracted him just as the man on-screen started asking who turned out the lights.

“What’s up, Killer?” he answered, much to Law’s annoyance.

“IborrowedyourshortsandIruinedthemI’msosorry.”

Kid scowled as he sat up so quickly he almost made Law spill his popcorn, eliciting a disgruntled noise of protest from the man. “Come again?”

“I’m so sorry, man. It all happened so fast. I borrowed your shorts and I was just hanging out with Wire …”

“How bad could you have messed them up while you were wearing them? You know I don’t really care that much about a stain as long as it’s not in the crotch or something.”

“Yeaaaaah,” Killer hedged uneasily. “I kinda … didn’t just stain them.”

“Okay, well what the fuck happened to them?”

“They sorta … caught on fire.”

“…”

“Kid?”

“They caught fire,” Kid repeated.

That got Law’s attention, and he paused the show to look at Kid in concern. “What caught fire?” he mouthed.

“My fucking gym shorts caught fire,” he explained. “Killer, how the fuck does that even happen?”

“I don’t even know, man. I was hanging out with wire and you know he’s got that gas stove, the kind with the open flames? And I guess I wasn’t paying attention or something and next thing I knew I was on fucking fire.”

“Shit, are you okay?”

Killer was silent for a minute. “Wait, seriously?”

“What do you mean ‘seriously’?” Kid demanded. “You were on fire, are you fucking okay?”

“You’re not mad?”

“I mean, I’m kinda pissed I have to buy new shorts, but are you hurt?”

“I’m fine. I got them off quick enough and Wire had some burn cream. You’re seriously not mad?” Killer sounded absolutely incredulous, and it occurred to Kid that normally he would be mad. Maybe the doc really was rubbing off on him.

“I’m not mad. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“O-Okay. I can pay for the new shorts…”

“Yeah, you fucking better,” Kid agreed.

Killer laughed. “Annnd there’s the Kid I was expecting. Damn, you’re a lot more mellow when you’re getting some on the regular. I thought you were gonna kill me.”

“Keep talking and I still might, asshole. Well, I guess I’m going shopping then. Outdoor starts next week already. We need anything?”

“Toilet paper and milk. I’ll give you cash for the clothes when you get home.”

“Yeah, okay. See ya.” Kid hung up without waiting for Killer to respond and flopped back into Law’s lap with a growl of frustration.

“If you make me spill this popcorn you’re cleaning it up,” Law warned halfheartedly.

Kid shrugged and buried his face in the other man’s stomach. “I hate shopping,” he grumbled.

Law unpaused the show and absently ran his hand through Kid’s scarlet locks. “I’m sure you will survive one shopping trip, Eustass.”

Kid’s reply was too muffled by Law’s shirt for the doctor to make out, so he ignored in in favor of focusing his attention back on the show until Kid sighed heavily and sat up.

“I better go. Get it over with.”

Kid was pretty sure that one of these days the doctor was going to sprain his eyeballs rolling them like that as he once again paused the show. “Fine,” he muttered, leaning in absently to kiss Kid goodbye.

Kid was having none of that. Rather than let the man get away with a simple peck, he wrapped a hand around the other’s neck and pulled him close. “You can do better than that, doc. I’m going to my death here,” he murmured against Law’s soft lips before nipping at them playfully.

“In all my time as a doctor I’ve never heard of death by shoppi-“ Law’s snarky reply was cut off abruptly by Kid sealing their mouths together.

Kissing Law had quickly become one of Kid’s favorite things. Whether he was kissing him slow and deep or like the world was ending, the feeling of his lips pressing against Kid’s, his tongue sweeping against Kid’s, always left the mechanic dizzy and craving more. Law let out a pleased moan and opened his mouth when Kid licked along the seam of his lips. His goatee scratched against Kid’s clean-shaven chin, but Kid didn’t mind. It was just another sensation that made kissing the doctor unique. He pulled away regretfully when breathing became an issue.

“I’ll be the first, just watch,” he breathed.

Law pushed against his shoulders with a laugh. “Buy a new phone while you’re at it.”

Law’s dislike of Kid’s ancient cellphone was an old joke between the two of them now, so Kid just shrugged it off with a grin as he put his shoes on. “Buy a new couch,” he shot back.

He was almost out the door when he heard the doctor mutter, “Doctor Feel Good is an extremely unoriginal name, anyway.”

Perhaps Law hadn’t really meant for him to hear, but Kid chuckled all the same. Then, in a breathy, high pitched voice he moaned, “Oh! Eustass! Feels … Feels so good!” then ducked out the door, still laughing, just in time to miss getting hit with the pillow Law threw at him.

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Law was a very busy man. Even though today was his day off, he still had a mountain of paperwork to do for the hospital, and a deadline coming up for the article he was writing for a medical journal. He really didn’t have time today for any distractions. And yet here he was, sitting in Kid’s apartment with his computer open on his lap (having somehow let the other man convince him that he could work just as well at the mechanic’s place), doing absolutely nothing at all. Capable of doing absolutely nothing at all. All because of a pair of gym shorts.

Yes, from the moment Eustass stepped out of his bedroom, dressed for his first volleyball practice of the season, Law’s focus had been directed entirely at how his ass looked in those shorts.

Law was not an athletic person, and he was certainly not any kind of sports enthusiast. Far from it, in fact. He would rather be stuck doing nothing but appendectomies for a week straight than run around on a court chasing a ball for an hour. He was much more of a more of a Tolkien reading, tea drinking, sci-fi/fantasy enthusiast. And really, in his head, a guy who looked like he was heading to the gym wasn’t his type. In his head, he was attracted to similar-minded, geeky guys with glasses, unkempt hair, and a keen sense of style. But in reality, if you put both types together, hands down Law would find himself drooling over the heavily muscled guy in the hoodie and warm-up pants every time.

So there Eustass was. Just sitting in that armchair, looking like he was ready to sweat. ‘Well, if it’s a workout you want, look no further,’ Law thought appreciatively, images of all the ways he could give Eustass a workout he wouldn’t soon forget flashing through his mind and sending waves of heat through his body.

The way those damn shorts hugged the redhead’s ass was mouth-watering as he got up and moved to the kitchen for a glass of milk. Completely unaware of the doctor’s hungry gaze devouring every inch of him, Kid stretched his arms above his head, making Law realize that he really loved hoodies, too. Because you just couldn’t keep them down. Ahh, there it was. That sexy little bright red happy trail leading past the elastic waistband into territory Law had become very well acquainted with over the past few months. God, it was enough to make him dizzy.

Eustass groaned and leaned back a bit, his muscles pulling taut as he deepened the stretch. That was good. He would need to be limber for what Law had in mind. Kid chose that moment to finally look at the raven-haired man on his couch, noticing the absence of the sound of typing that had previously been filling his apartment.

He let out a surprised laugh at the look he was getting from the surgeon. “Damn, doc, what are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking about you bending me over this couch right now,” Law thought. He was willing to bet those low-riding athletic shorts would slide right off. No fumbling, no delays, nothing between them but a thin layer of shiny polyester blend fabric. He let out a needy whine at the thought (which he would later adamantly deny).

“Jesus, Law,” Kid rumbled, stunned by the sound and the heat in the other’s gaze. “Quit looking at me like that. I don’t have time for whatever you’re thinking about. I gotta leave for practice in like five minutes.”

But as Law set aside his laptop and stalked over to the redhead, his gaze positively predatory, Kid knew he was going to be late.