#shaft's big score!

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On November 13, 1972, Shaft's Big Score debuted in Sweden.

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A Toast 🥃 RIP Richard Roundtree

Always and Forever John Shaft 🖤

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1973 - Chicago

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Subject: Gordon Parks Duration: 5 Days Reference Materials: "Flávio," The Learning Tree, Shaft, Shaft's Big Score!, The Super Cops and The World of Piri Thomas Life Quote: "Come on world, share."

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𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐃!𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐒.

#emergency commissions!!

#mlist #taglist #liawot #whoreclub

—Characters- Isagi, Shidou, Nagi, Rin, Bachira, Barou.

—cw: gut clenching, deep, vulg@r analysis, gagging, choking, size kink, hex codes.

—A/n: You can hate me but you can't disagree with me on this. Writing this made my mum whoop my ass because the milk on the stove burnt while I was thinking about the color of Barou's cock.

Reblogs are highly appreciated.

𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈

code: #EBC4A7

Alright listen. Yoichi's dick is not too girthy, not too long. BUT, it's just perfect. It's 5.7 inch. The head takes up about an inch. It's not fat but rather a bit aligned with the body of his dick. It's perfect because he slides in so easily, your juices and the skin on his shaft creating noises that are nore lewd than your moans. He isn't really veiny but there are slight green traces visible. If you lick a stripe on it, you can feel the veins on your tongue. Yoichi loves the way you adore his dick. You know how his personality switches up so fast in the field when he scores? Yeah he feels the same shit when you have your eyes scan that perfection. He really has a pretty face and a pretty dick. Yoichi is proud of his size though. He doesn't care about having a big monster cock(eyeing bachira rn) because he still has you moaning, screaming, whimpering his name when he rails you after a win.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈

Code: #734125

Here me out. Shidou is just a little longer than average but fat asf. He really doesn't give to fucks about being longer because that fat meat??? That cock will slide in anyone and rewire their brain into loving his size. He is girthy, it looks like a big love sausage (not my words. that's what he calls it. Slut asf). You know when he is getting turned on, his dick does that spring thing where it slowly gets up until his mushroom tip has surpassed the trimmed hair on his crotch. You thought that shit only happens in porn but Mr. Shidpu Ryuusei from big dick community proved you wrong. Speaking of tips, Shidou's tip is fat, one shade lighter than his brown base. He has a pretty visible opening on it. You can always see the way his cum seeps out and falls on your face (if you are lucky enough to dodge the string of it reaching your lashes, blurring your vision because this mf always shoots it near your eyes) He does it on purpose btw.

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

Code: #F2BCA5

Oh boy!! Rin has a long one. We're talking about atleast 6.5 to 7 inches. Again the one where his length makes up for the girth. So what if it isn't fat? it's long enough for you to choke on it. It is frustrating because you always struggle swallowing him whole. Rin wants nothing but to hit the back of your throat while your lips atleast brush against his balls but it is impossible to do so without gagging. He knows it, but he'llnevwr show that smug expressionon his face. Instead he's awarding himself for making you gag on it, internally. He always needs to guide you to it. His dick is like a lighter peach color, but the tip is pink. Again the tip isn't what is big but the body of his cock. You have to have a hand at the base to make sure you are stimulating his whole shaft while giving him head.

𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

Code: #F2CDC2

Nah cuz Nagi really won. He us another guy who's dick is as pretty as him. Like we're talking about immaculate facial feature and a beautiful dick??? *Chefs kiss* Now about the size, it looks the right size, right? But you're proven wrong because he is one of those guys who gets bigger as he is more turned on. You underestimate him, thinking you can take him, but tears brim your eyes when you find his tip kissing the spot, and he isn't even fully in yet. AND HE HAS THE NEVER TO SMILE AS YOU STRUGGLE TO TAKE HIM IN. He isn't even mocking you. That's just Nagi Seishiro's amused expression. Again Nagi has a pretty similar tip as a Isagi. It isn't a big mushroom tip but a bulge that softens as it follows the lines on the cock. Sei has a color somewhat similar between a pink and peach, with a cooler undertone.

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

Code: #EEC0A2

Haha all the best y'all. He is one of those guys who looks short but has a monster cock hidden inside his pants. He is so casual about it though for what??? Like sir hello?? I can see that dick print through the sweats. Bachira never flexed about his size. He didn't care and thought it never mattered. It's so funny that he gets confused when you widen your eyes when he is out of the shower ALL NAKED, and you have to witness it all hard, fat and sprung up becaus ehe was in there thinking about you. He has very visible veins on his cock. You can the dark and light green lines on them. Despite having a big dick, Bachira makes sure to ease it in you. He has a fished-mouth tip, flushed rose pink color, and he cums a lot. I am talking thick ropes spurting on your stomach when he pulls out.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐄𝐈

Code: #FCDDC7

I am being biased here but I couldn't give two shits about it because I know y'all will agree. Listen. HORSE COCK BAROU. You know it bitch. Don't deny. He is biiig. You thought he was fucking around when he said he has a big package but DAMN. Homeboy wasn't lying when you saw him in the locker room for the first time, with a boner that surpasses his belly button. You gulp down after a while of hanging your jaw open with awe. Barou had thick veins baby. Dotted condom who??? We have Barou with them thick veins that pleasure you the way no mfing condom can. He also has fat balls which means now you get why he has the balls to call others donkey and that king complex shit of his. About his tip? Yeah it takes up about 1.5 inches of his cock, and pops out like champagne cork when he pulls out of you.

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Tagging: @milophiliac @satorhime @witchofoe @gojoest @tetsuclez @pu-re-love @sugardaddyreo @loml-riri @aztecbrujeria @his-saiko

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Imagine being the ghoul's girl. Almost every local in every town in the wasteland knows you're off limits. Cooper would enjoy letting you sit alone in a saloon as bait just to scare the newbies. and god help any "tourist" who hits on you 😂 the whole place would go silent when someone sits next to you and starts a tacky pickup line. They're all signalling the newbie to quit it but he does not understand what's going on until he feels a barrel of a gun on the back of his head 😍

... and then he'd have the newbie roped up and tossed in the corner. everyone knew to clear out as soon as he drew his gun - they all know what happens next (have seen it happen time and time again).

he'd shove you face first into the floor after stripping you bare, ass up and gagged, positioned juuuust right so the newbie can see every thick inch of cock he feeds you, the shine of your slick drenching the shaft. he fucks you hard and proper til your thighs shake and your eyes roll back, cock drunk and limp limbed. his pretty lil ragdoll.

the gag falls out at some point, your cheeks smeared with dirt and spit. you babble and moan, singing his praises, begging him to go harder, deeper. your nails dig into the floor, new score marks to join all the others you've left behind before. you're a mess, pussy throbbing and swollen, gushing with every kiss of cooper's cockhead against your cervix.

he'd lean back with a breathless chuckle, smack your ass and grab a handful. tilt his head to the side and shoot the dazed newbie a mean smirk, punctuating his words with harsh ruts of his hips.

"so, you think you's a big man, huh?" he sneers, casting an eye along the strain of this little nobody's erection. "well, i hate ta break it ta you, but ain't no way you could satisfy her, two-pump. ain't that so, sweetheart?"

you whine, dipping your lower back into a deeper arch, tits crushed against the floor as you struggle to widen your knees, get the angle just right. "please - hnnn - f-feels s'good, wanna cum, lemme cum."

"heh, that's what i thought. you gettin' it now, son?"

"..."

he bares his teeth, tips his hat, "sorry ta say but the best part'a you ran down ya mama's leg."

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❥ bath time

warnings- vanilla smut, fem!bodied reader, praise cause ik he would only be nice, and i wrote him as a husband

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“Slow, sweetheart..” were the first words to come out of your husband’s mouth since you had gotten into the bath together, the sound of warm water lapping at the sides of the tub filling the silent space, as well as your sighs and whines of pleasure.

He had come home stressed after working overtime and sought you out for some much needed stress relief, which led to you on his lap in the tub, water encircling you from the waist down, your cunt clamping down on his cock, legs straddling his hips as you hugged around his neck, chest to chest.

Slowing down your pace, you listened to his breathy request, burying your face into the crook of his neck to muffle your choked moans. The previously hot water had created a steamy air that was only amplified by your activities, droplets of water accompanied by perspiration slipping down both of your bodies.

“‘m tired,” you mumbled into the skin of his neck, your mewling tone making Nanami’s lips curve into a slight smile, his desire to finish building tenfold, a contrast to his instinct to just pick you up and take care of you. He wanted to, he really did.. but he was tired too. “You can do it, you’re doing so well already,” he kissed your hair, his slender fingers skating up and down the damp skin of your back, one hand coming back down to rest on your hip, squeezing lightly to encourage your slowing motions.

You looked so pretty on his lap, little dew drops of water shining on your skin, almost glowing in the soft light of the bathroom; Your bare chest pressing against him had his spine tingling with love, the very fact that you were always so comfortable with him in such a vulnerable position a pleasant reminder for his mind; Your eyebrows were drawn up along with a scrunched nose, combining to create the cutest, concentrated expression, your eyelids fluttering as you looked between your bodies to where you were connected.

The diminishing bubbles did nothing to hide the sight of your cunt swallowing his cock, every slide down his thick shaft resulting in your muscles contracting, eliciting waves of pleasure that scored each of your bodies, Nanami’s head falling back to rest against the back of the tub, his own eyes closing in bliss, damp, golden strands of hair falling down to frame his face perfectly, some stuck to his flushed skin like a halo.

“‘nami..” you panted, your pace forcing the water to slosh against the bathtub, your lover’s arms pulling you into him in response, his forearms squeezing around your middle as he rested his chin against the top of your head, his big hands cradling your hips before they started to move you, taking over for your tired limbs, treating your body like a doll.

His steady rocking continued for a while, your face hidden against his chest as he kissed your neck and collarbones, whispering sweet nothings before you couldn’t hold it any longer, his loving movements pulling a climax from you, your skin prickling and back arching, pushing you further into his chest.

He wasn’t late to follow, hot spurts of cum filling you as he groaned into your hair, his breaths heavy, eyes still closed as he held onto you for what seemed like hours, his chest a very comfortable pillow to nuzzle into, exhaustion pulling at your eyelids, slowly coaxing you into a sleepy haze, your husband under the same spell as you contentedly nestled against his body, listening to his now stress-free heartbeat.

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As we all know, König is a munch through and through, the taste of his darling is his most favourite thing in existence. But let's say, what if reader was the one to give him oral? Would he blush? Spurt, shake, whine, moan, possibly pass out?! (idk how it'd even fit in the mouth lol, that thang must be huge)

Yes! All of that and more :)

Contrary to popular belief, König actually feels a bit sorry for his darling when she shows interest in oral sex. Mentally he’s doing victory laps but he’s also worried if she will a) like it b) be able to do it. He’s not doubting her abilities, he really is not! But were he in, uh, her position, he would demand to be decorated with a medal after the job is done…

She’s so small compared to him, and looks too cute when trying to take him in her mouth. It feels so right and at the same time, looks so wrong. König has odd needs and beliefs when it comes to sex, and most of them contradict each other. He can very well enjoy a toe curling blowjob while being a little concerned about if this is the right thing to put a woman through. It just looks so… violent.

He wants to be in control at all times, but also, would probably cum in his pants were he to wake up all tied up and at the mercy of some babe. So of course he can’t say no to his darling having her way with him every once in a while. For some reason, his sweet little angel wants to make him look both pathetic and weak, and a blowjob is the perfect way to do that.

He can’t suppress any of the shakes or moans, he doesn’t know if he wants to close his eyes and savor all the little flicks and licks of her tongue or if he wants to look at how she takes it, soft lips wrapped around his shaft, tiny hand trying to desperately pump him. He also sounds like he’s doing strange breathing exercises: one minute he’s panting, the other he’s not breathing at all. If this wasn’t a blowjob you’d fear the big guy is about to suffer a heart attack.

He never lasts long, even with edging three and a half minutes is a top score for him. The pleasure is simply too much, and his rough attempts to babble German in your ear have changed into hopeless whimpers and whines: he simply sounds like he’s about to cry just before he cums.

If you swallow, he keeps on groaning as if he’s just been stabbed, looks a little lost when you rise to cuddle him. After a minute of silence (=his heavy panting), he sighs, squeezes you against him, and utters a serious, heartfelt “Thank you”.

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On June 6, 2000, Shaft’s Big Score! was released on DVD in the United States.

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Nsfw, smut, 18+

Konig x Fem!Reader

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From the moment you joined Kortac, there was an unmistakable tension between you and Konig. It was as if the two of you were oil and water, never mixing, always repelling. You had a habit of picking fights with him, trying to one-up each other at every turn. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but you were convinced that he was jealous of you, specifically because you were a sniper.

You both stood on the training ground, watching your teammates spar with one another, Konig muttered something under his breath that caught your attention. "I could pin you in less than 30 seconds," he said, just loud enough for you to hear.

You scoffed and turned to face him, your gaze locked onto his. "Why don't we test it then?"

Konig, a towering figure compared to your own stature, looked down at you. He scoffed as he extended his arm out towards the mat, silently inviting you to step onto it, ready to settle the score once and for all.

The tension in the air was thick as you and Konig engaged in your sparring match. He had issued the challenge, claiming he could pin you in less than 30 seconds, but you weren't about to let him prove that point without a fight.

Your movements were quick and agile, easily evading his attempts to take you down. With every dodge and counter, you managed to stay one step ahead of him. You could see the frustration growing in his eyes as he struggled to get a grip on you.

"What happened? I thought you were going to take me down in less than 30 seconds?" you taunted, your voice laced with a mischievous edge.

In a sudden burst of strength and determination, Konig managed to grab you by the waist, with a powerful move, he threw you down onto the mat, and in an instant, he was on top of you, pinning you beneath his weight.

Both of you were breathing heavily, the intensity of the spar taking its toll. König held your arms down, and you were doing your best to catch your breath, feeling the weight of the situation. A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your lips as you gazed up at Konig, your eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement.

"Do you always get this hard when you pin your teammates down, or am I just special?" you quipped, your tone playfully suggestive.

Konig's confusion transformed into a mix of surprise and shock, his expression momentarily caught off guard by your unexpected response. He quickly looked down between his legs, his hard length was pressed against your inner thigh.

His eyes grew wide and he quickly got off of you and left the sparing room without saying a word to you. You got up and made your way to your room, you passed by konigs door. Your captain had the liberty of putting you in rooms next to each other thinking it would help you get along.

You lock the door behind you and you lay down on your bed, you couldn't ignore the heat that was pooling between your legs. Your body shuttered as it remembered the way his length pressed against you, he was big. You curse under your breath as you begin to undo your cargo pants. Your fingers moving through your folds, you lean your head back against your pillows as you rub small circles on your clit.

Konig sat against his bed, his breaths coming out airy as his hands moved up and down his shaft, he let out soft curses as his hand moved. His mind couldnt escape the thought of you pined beneath him, your eyes looking up at him. He closed his eyes as he pictured you bouncing on his dick, moaning his name.

You quicken your pace, rubbing small circles continuously over your aching clit. You close your eyes and shove two fingers inside you, imagining it was konig thrusting himself inside. You moan out his name.

Konig froze as he faintly heard your voice, he could have sworn you said his name. His mind was playing tricks on him. His hand began moving when he heard you again, this time louder. He couldn't mistake it this time, you groaned out his name. He scooted closer to the wall putting his ear against the wall.

He heard your muffled moans, profanities escaping your lips. He heard his name roll off your tongue, he loved how breathy and needy you sounded. His tip leaked with precum as he listened to you pleasure yourself, wishing it was him. He smiled to himself as he pulled his cargos back up and made his way toward your room.

You heard a knock on your door and you groaned out, "Who is it?" you were met with silence and you cursed under your breath, pulling your cargos back up. You walked up to the door and opened it, Konig pushed himself in. His hand pressing over your mouth as he quickly spun you and pinned you against the door.

With his free hand, he reached over and slowly locked the door, his eyes never leaving yours. Your wide eyes stared up at him, they grew even wider as he took your hand and brought it up under his veil. You tried to pull your hand away but he was stronger. You felt his tongue dance around your fingers, your slick still covered them. The heat between your legs began to pool again as you felt him clean your fingers. He leaned down so his mouth was directly against your ear.

"The walls are very thin."

In one swift movement, he carried you over to the bed and threw you on it. You guys wasted no time in getting undressed. He rested your legs on his shoulders as his tongue danced across your folds, you moaned out, the contact sending chills throughout your body. His mouth found comfort in your dripping hole, slurping all your sweet juices, before sliding the thick muscle of his tongue in.

His hand moved from your thighs to your heat, letting two fingers abuse your tender clit. Your knuckles were turning white from the tight grip you had on the sheets. His tongue was exploring the wet walls of your cunt, and his eyes stared up at you watching every reaction he was eliciting from you. The way your brows furrowed, the way you squirmed under his touch.

"F-Fuck Konig" you moaned. You felt every curve of his fingers as he stroked in and out of you.

He whined as he heard you moan his name. The vibrations on your clit sent shockwaves through your core as your walls tightened around his fingers. Your legs shook as his digits stretched you out more than your own fingers ever could. His arousal was beginning to hurt, he felt himself getting harder by the second. If that was even possible.

He quickly flips you over so you're lying on your stomach, he reaches his hand under you and lifts your ass up. His tip was running along your folds, lubing his cock with your slick. He pressed against your back forcing your chest closer to the bed and pushing your ass higher in the air. Without warning, he thrusts his entire length into your achy needy cunt. He felt your walls pulse around him and he threw his head back.

"Ah fuck Y/n"

Your wetness provided him all he needed to stretch you out. You gasped feeling how deep he was penetrating you. He groaned out profanities in German as he bottomed out. Slowly sliding out and thrusting inside you quicker than before. You let out a string of curses as you move your hips back against him, causing him to push against your soft gummy cervix.

He picked up his pace, fucking you into the bed at an ungodly pace. You were a moaning mess, the pillow catching each one. Konig grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled your head back, he wanted to hear you. He wanted to relish every sound that left your lips.

He wrapped his hand around your neck as he lowered his chest against your back. He fucked you quick, his breath fanned against your ear and you felt your coil begin to tighten.

"Konig please, I'm so close." You cried out and it nearly sent konig over the edge, how needy you sounded for him. He let go of your hair and his hands went to your waist, the grip he had on you was surely going to bruise. He drove himself into you at a maddening pace, his cock ramming into you over and over again. He could feel your walls fluttering as you were nearing your climax and carrying him along with it.

"Scheiße i'm gonna cum."

You felt his dick pulsating against your walls, this was enough to trigger your own orgasm. Tears fell from the corners of your eyes, the intense waves of maddening pleasure completely overwhelming you.

The feeling of you pulsating around his cock threw Konig over the edge, with one last deep thrust, he went over the edge. His hips slowly rocking against you, milking every ounce of cum into you. He slumped down next to you, his breathing matching your labored ones.

"If I knew how good you were in bed I would have asked captain to move our rooms together sooner." Konig moves his head to the side so he was looking at you.

"You asked captain to move our rooms?" You smile and nod your head.

"How long have you been touching yourself wishing it was me?" You let out a small laugh, turning to the side to face him.

"Since I joined."

Konigs laugh echoed throughout the room.

"Me too."

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Director Gordon Parks with Richard Roundtree on set of SHAFT’S BIG SCORE! (1972)

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⚔️: Hidden weapons Omg I've been meaning to write a fic like this for ages. Thank you for the prompt and nudge! I'm very sorry too. I don't know what this is lol

The first time Sam kissed another boy, he was eighteen years old and it was mid-October his senior year of high school and he'd just scored four unanswered shots around Jay in a one-on-one pickup game after school. He and Jay weren't friends, exactly. They were too competitive for that. Competitive in the classroom. Competitive on the court or the track or the field. Competitive in extra-curricular debate competitions from the Civics class they all had to participate in.

That fourth layup, while Sam was bouncing backwards to get the ball while taunting Jay at the same time, had broken something between them in the silent gym. Jay had hauled him up against the padding on the wall and kissed the daylights out of Sam.

Sam had had a lot of good kisses since then. He'd had hundreds with the love of his life and every one of those was special. But, still, there was something about that first kiss that had never been replicated.

Not until Sam was 36 years old (well, hell, that was a whole nother lifetime wasn't it?) and he was the one hauling a smug asshole up against a wall.

Bucky Barnes kissed like he knew he was good at it and like he never wanted to stop getting better. And, Jesus, had his hands always been that big? They felt like they covered Sam's entire waist, up and down and front to back.

"That a knife in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me, Wilson?" Barnes leered, head leaned back against the wall of a shitty little hotel room that Sam had tracked him down to. Based on the way Barnes was grinning, Sam was beginning to suspect it was less that he'd tracked Bucky and more that he'd been lured here.

Sam reached beneath his waistband and watched Bucky's pupils blow wide with desire. He pulled out a large Bowie type knife and stabbed it into the wall beside Barnes's head. "It's a knife," he said. "Don't flatter yourself."

Bucky had turned his head to watch the knife and now trailed his eyes along the shaft of it, the line of the handle, back to Sam's face. Impossibly, his eyes were even darker now. "That was so fucking hot, I almost came without you even touching me."

"That'd be a shame," Sam pointed out.

"Nah," Barnes said with a shrug. "I'd come right back, what with you in front of me? I've been waiting for this a long time."

"You didn't even know your name six months ago."

"Nah, but I knew what you looked like."

Sam narrowed his eyes at the assassin in front of him. "How is this the first part of your personality that you remember?"

"Good inspiration. Now, come on, take your clothes off."

In an instant, he had them flipped, Sam against the wall and Bucky with all the free space of the shitty room to his back. He sank down to his knees and, yeah, alright, Sam's brain fuzzed out for a second. When he came back online, Bucky was pulling a knife from an ankle holster.

"You wear this all the time, or do you just get dressed up for me?" Bucky asked, looking up at Sam with bright eyes beneath dark lashes and dark hair he kept flipping out of his face.

"You're not that special," Sam lied. "Just like all the other assholes I've been having to deal with recently."

Bucky grinned. "Now, don't go mentioning all your other guys. Gonna make me jealous, Sammy."

He sat up a little, undoing Sam's jeans the rest of the way and pulling them down. His tac belt fell against his hips heavily. Bucky genuinely licked his lips as he examined it.

"This one I know is for me," he said, then put his mouth right above the holster wrapped around Sam's thigh, the one the bigger knife had been in. Sam's hips jerked forward into Bucky's face. It just made Bucky flatten his tongue against the inside of Sam's thigh and drag his tongue up until he hit the edge of Sam's jockstrap. "And this one too. You're a boxers guy normally, aren't you?"

"You go commando?" Sam taunted. Taunted? Was that really taunting? Unfortunately, Sam's brain was slow to come back to its sharp edges while Bucky kept putting his tongue to Sam's thigh.

"I like a breeze. The leather gets oppressive, y'know."

"You're so stupid," Sam breathed, dropping his head against the wall. He pushed his fingers through Bucky's hair, down his neck, and to the collar of his shirt. "Wait, do you have..." He slipped his hand beneath the shoulder of Bucky's shirt and pulled free a gun from one side, then the other. "You were going to a farmer's market!"

"You were following me to a farmer's market," Bucky pointed out, and then reached down for the gun on the other side of Sam's ankle holster without looking.

Sam moved his hand to the middle of the shoulder harness and pulled a long blade free from a sheath that ran down Bucky's back. Bucky shivered and pressed his face to the taut expanse of skin between Sam's hips, mouthing over his tac belt.

He methodically disarmed Sam, sliding cartridges and knives and mace from each pouch and hook and elastic slot. Normally, Sam wouldn't wear so much. However, chasing an assassin who had been toying with him for months had made a man paranoid and irritated.

And now incredibly horny.

"Barnes," he said lowly, as Bucky trailed the tip of a long bullet along Sam's abdomen in nonsense patterns that made everything in Sam spark white hot. When the tip of Bucky's tongue moved to follow the trail, he forgot what he was warning about. His fingers tightened in Bucky's hair and he yanked on it once, sharply.

And then Bucky really got to work.

. . .

Sam didn't have any illusions about working so quietly that he hadn't alerted the super soldier in the bed. He'd accepted that Bucky was just ignoring him as he got dressed. Fair enough. This was Bucky's shitty room, not Sam's. Bucky could pretend to sleep all day if he wanted to.

He'd already finished getting into his jeans and kicking his shoes on when he realized his belt was missing. Bucky had taken it off with his teeth, so it's not like it exactly got thrown across the room.

"Come here," Bucky said, voice all rumbled and grouchy.

Sam turned, found him sitting on the side of the bed with hair that was half controlled, and Sam's tac belt in his hands. Sam's eyes narrowed, but he cautiously closed the distance between them again, stepping between Bucky's broad thighs and willing himself not to get distracted. It didn't work.

"Why don't you put it through your belt loops?" Bucky asked.

He had to lean forward, cheek coming to rest against Sam's ribs briefly as he passed one edge of the belt to his other hand behind Sam. He didn't get much further away as he hooked the inner belt against Sam's skin. His knuckles kept brushing over Sam's stomach, over a hickey Bucky had put there half an hour before, as he worked the hook through the right holes.

Sam shrugged. "I dunno. Easier to get off when I need to this way," he supposed. He missed it when Bucky's touch left him.

Bucky continued on to fasten the outer belt, keeping it tight enough to hold everything in place. "Easier to disarm you too," he pointed out.

"It's double layered. Someone would have to be tryin' real hard to get it off of me from real close."

"I did it," Bucky pointed out. Sam wasn't sure how to take it until Bucky flashed those baby blues and a grin up at him.

"I let you," Sam corrected. He stepped away from Bucky so he could collected his weapons instead.

But Bucky was there as soon as he tried to reinstall everything. He took the cartridges from Sam and slid them back into place, then the mace, then the handful of knives Sam kept on him. He even passed over the knife and gun from Sam's ankle holster.

"Did I miss any?" he asked. "I mean, I got you naked, so I assume not."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Well, you know what they say about assuming." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pocket knife. "I literally used this one in a fight with you already."

"Not with me," Bucky objected. "Handlers are morons. Don't pin that on me."

"You took my pants off and didn't notice."

Bucky shrugged. "I might've been a little distracted. Not every day a hot guy bursts into your room and slams you against the wall, y'know?"

Sam flipped the closed knife between his fingers and walked Bucky back against the nearest wall. Bucky lit up like a sunrise and opened right up to Sam, going pliant and easy. "I might come around and do it again," he threatened/promised.

"Please do," Bucky agreed. "The new age was starting to get boring."

Sam trailed his fingers, and the cool shell of his knife, along Bucky's side, from his hip up to his ribs, and then reached past him to drop his knife into the pocket of Bucky's coat tossed over the dresser.

"Give me a good reason," he tempted.

Bucky hauled him back to the bed.

[trulykennaroni]

NSFW: handjob, blowjob

Rory Culkin SMUT

(We played Fortnite festival and whoever did better had to write smut for the other, and she didn’t do winner takes all tie breaker, so here I am, once again. @kornbr3ad , here’s your smut)

Rory started playing Ride the Lightning on Fortnite Festival, you look over at him, and ask him if you could play as well.

He reluctantly agreed and went back to the lobby, so you could join him. While you two played, you started to strike a deal, whoever ever won, the other had to please them. He was very well he’d win, he played it many times, but he downplayed his experience to trick you into accepting the deal.

Your competitive nature flaring up, your hands get sweaty, but you’re so focused on winning and checking his score you miss notes you shouldn’t have. He’d tease and nudge you, messing with you just to make you frustrated, all the while he giggled and played it off with a smirk on his full pink lips.

After the song, he won, he had 99% only missing one note from his act of nudging you and nearly making you fall off the couch. He starts laughing, mischievously, with a big goofy grin on his face. “So beautiful? What about that deal..?” He asked smugly, his eyes flickering with excitement and lust, he starts laughing as you swat him arm rudely.

“Oh, shut it, you just have more experience!” You yelp as he pulled you off the couch and infront of him. Your knees pressed against the cold hardwood floor as you look up at him.

His eyes glistening with desire, his heart racing and beating against his chest, he stroked your hair and placed a strand behind your ear as he smiled ever so lovingly. “Your excuses are cute, but a deal is a deal.” He said, he starts to pull his grey pants off and boxers, which you tug off once they went down his knees. You lay them to the side of you, before you look up at his pretty blue eyes once more. The way they softened under your gaze made you feel such affection for him despite the rough and lustful act waiting ahead between you two.

“Fine. I’ll do whatever you ask.” You murmur reluctantly, rolling your eyes in fake irritation, even when your lips softly tug into a smile.

“Suck me and stroke me then, sweetheart.” He demanded with a smirk, his eye narrowing down at yours, he pulled your long hair up behind your head while your lips pressed against his tips. He lowered your head down, making you suck only the tip, his precum brushing against your tongue ever so slightly. You groan because of the salty taste, but you can’t deny the warmth growing in your stomach and the wetness pooling between your thighs. His hand started to press your mouth down further on his cock, forcing you to take more in, while your eyes looked up at him.

Your hand rested at the bottom of his base, softly stroking it while your mouth sucked primarily on the tip, your hand went higher to his shaft where you stroked, while your tongue danced around his tip, licking, sucking, and blowing while his eyes rolled back, his head leaning back softly against the couch while he bucked his hips further into your mouth. His hand shoving your mouth farther as you removed both your hands from his cock, feeling him start to twitch in your mouth more and more. “Good girl.” He husked out in pleasure. “I’m so close, baby, keep sucking on me.” His hand pulling at your hair while he continued to push your head further down, his thick tip hitting against the back of your throat. You started to gag, but you didn’t care once he filled your mouth with warm, sticky cum. He released your head, as he looked down at you with warm eyes.

“Thank you, my love.” He whispered quietly as he stroked your hair once more, you continued to stroke him to help him ride down his extreme high as he panted quietly with a pleased expression.