The Delulu Truly Went Off. Imagine Peekaboo Being Traumatized By Finding His Dad With Romeo In Bed LMAO

Got me breathless and shit

Hey Kinny ! Are you taking requests!? If so would you consider writing a threesome with Nat and Bucky ? In any way you like ! I just think this is soooo fucking hot

mhm.

his girls

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bucky's going through a tough divorce. what kind of friends would you and natasha be if you didn't try your best to make him feel better?

content warning: nat x reader x bucky, smut (mff threesome, dom!reader x sub!nat, oral sex, voyeur!bucky, scissoring, fingering, daddy kink, blowjob, penetrative sex, cum eating), fluff.

i think this is the hottest thing i've ever written

"I'm bored," Natasha whispers into your ear while you take a long sip of wine. "Let's go upstairs."

Looking around the room, you smirk at her. "Everyone already thinks we're fucking. You really wanna fuel the rumors by sneaking upstairs during a party?"

She rolls her eyes. "This is not a party; it's just Steve's attempt at showing off his big, new house while everyone rides his dick about how amazing it is. Let's at least put it to use," She suggests, tracing her fingers up your bare arm. "I'm bored."

Glancing up at the bar, you see Bucky and Sam sharing muttered words over beers. You sigh and look back at Natasha. "I'm glad Bucky's here. I was starting to think he'd never leave his house again."

"Well, that's divorce for you. At least he's gotten through the ugliest part," She says with a shrug, before gripping your arm. "Now, come on."

"What exactly do you wanna do upstairs, hmm?" You ask her teasingly.

She smirks, leaning closer and muttering, "Things I'd rather do to you than say to you."

You pout at that. "But you know how much I like dirty talk, baby."

Taking your hand, she places it on her upper thigh, sliding it under the hem of her dress before coyly whispering, "I'll let you choke me."

Within minutes, you're upstairs in one of the spare rooms with Natasha, lying on the bed while she looks around the room.

"You think any of this shit belongs to the previous owners?" She asks as she looks at the trinkets on the book shelf, before shuddering. "They died in this house, you know."

"Cool," You say dryly, sitting up. "Come sit on my face."

Immediately, she lets out a shocked laugh, raising a brow. "Yeah?" Natasha asks, slowly walking over to the bed and kneeling onto it. "Whatever happened to 'friends don't fuck'?"

You shrug, "I've never had a friend that looks like you. You make me wanna break the rules, Tasha."

She crawls up to where you're lying, sitting on her knees beside you. "I don't know," She says lowly. "I don't want you to do something you regret."

Leaning up to her, you lower your voice. "If you don't suffocate me between your thighs right now, I'll die here, just like the previous owners. Is that what you want?"

Natasha bites her lip. "Are you sure about this, honey? What if-"

"Tasha, I need you to cum on my face," You tell her gravely. "Now."

Not one to waste time, or a good opportunity, she rolls up her dress and throws her leg over you. You pull her panties to the side and impatiently latch your mouth onto her clit, sucking and toying with it.

"Oh, my God," She cries, grabbing onto the headboard as she rides your face. "So fuckin' good."

You bring your fingers up to play with her pussy as you pull away to say, "That's it, baby, ride my face like a good little slut."

She shudders above you, rolling her hips while crying out your name. You poke your tongue into her entrance, letting her juices soak your face as you take in her sweet taste.

Bucky can't help but stand at the door and watch.

He didn't come upstairs with the intention of being a pervert, but when he heard the pretty noises Natasha was letting out, he had to see it for himself. And boy, is he glad he came. Knowing it's wrong and that he shouldn't be eavesdropping on his good friends in this way only makes his cock harder, and he has to bite his lip to hold back his own moans.

"Cumming!" Natasha cries as she gushes all over your face, squeezing her thighs together. You can't breathe, but you don't care. Your tongue continues to lap at her cunt as she shakes, letting out weak whimpers.

Giving her another spank, you grab her by the hips before throwing her back down onto the bed. You peel off your dress while she takes off her own, both of you rushing to get naked.

Bucky doesn't remember exactly when it happened, but at some point, his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. He lets out a heavy breath when he sees you spreading apart Natasha's legs and kneeling between them, his eyes widening. Are you about to-

Oh, God.

Your clit rubs against Natasha's as you grind against her, pulling one of her legs to rest on your shoulder. Slowly, you thrust against her, the both of you letting out harmonious moans while your tits bounce.

This is the single greatest thing Bucky Barnes has ever witnessed.

He's tempted to take out his phone and film you scissoring, but he doesn't want to risk getting caught.

"Just like that," Natasha whimpers, throwing her head back against the mattress. "So good, baby."

"You're so fucking wet for me, Tasha," You groan, pulling her up by her throat. "Your pretty little pussy feels so good on mine."

Sitting up, she latches her mouth onto your hard nipple, sucking it with ardor. You moan loudly at the sensation, bucking your hips faster. By some chance, you glance up at the doorway, your heart skipping a beat when you see Bucky standing there, stroking his cock while he watches you fuck Natasha. He stops his movements, his lips parting in shock.

Oh, shit.

"Hello, there," You greet him with a smirk.

Natasha immediately stops her movements, pulling her head back with wide eyes.

"It's okay, baby," You assure her, stroking her hair. "It's only Bucky."

She lets out a shaky breath at your casual tone, blinking up at you. Nevertheless, she cautiously returns her mouth to your nipple, feeling too good to stop.

You raise a hand up to Bucky before gesturing for him to come closer. "Don't be shy, James," You say reassuringly. "Come in. Join us."

Swallowing thickly, he takes a timid step forward, making you pout.

You roll your hips harder against Nat, moaning at the shooting pleasure. "Come on, Jamie, we know how lonely you've been," You say between gasps. "Let us comfort you, baby."

Turning her head, Natasha stretches her arm out towards him. "Please, daddy?"

This has to be a dream.

Taking another step forward, Bucky closes the door behind him, a bewildered look on his face.

"Take off your clothes," You whisper, continuing to slowly ride Natasha.

He does as you say, unbuttoning his shirt before pulling it off and throwing it on the ground. Next to go are his pants, which he discards in the same way. In nothing but his grey boxers, he kneels onto the bed, staring at the point where your pussy meets Natasha's with astonishment in his eyes.

"C'mere, Bucky baby," You coo, cupping his face in your hand. "Give me a kiss."

Moving closer to you, he complies, kissing you softly. It quickly deepens, and he strokes his tongue with yours before you do the same to him. You take one of his hands and place it on Natasha's breast, making her bite her lip. He expertly begins to play with her nipple while keeping his mouth attached to yours in a sloppy kiss.

You pull away after a few moments, before moving your hips away from Natasha's, making her whine. "Look how wet we are, James," You whisper as his eyes take in the pretty sight. "You wanna feel us?"

Clenching his jaw, he nods.

Natasha and you share a look before sitting back and spreading your legs for him. He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes flickering between your pussies.

Chuckling, you raise a brow. "Spoilt for choice. Where do you wanna go first, Jamie?"

He crawls forward, licking his lips. And then, he strokes his hand up your inner thigh before finding your clit which he begins to rub. You throw your head back in pleasure, delighted to be picked first. Natasha would be jealous if she wasn't so turned on by the sight of Bucky playing with your pussy.

Biting his lip, Bucky glances over at Natasha, needing to feel her, too. In an instant, he takes his hand off of you and starts rubbing her clit, before bringing up his metal fingers to your cunt, instead.

You're incredibly grateful to have his cold, harder fingers on your throbbing clit. You and Natasha sit up as Bucky slowly slides his fingers into you both. A melody of moans escapes your mouths as he starts to finger fuck you, his cock throbbing with the power he feels.

As his fingers curl inside you, you buck your body closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. Natasha mirrors your movements and the both of you lean on him, moaning and writhing at his hands.

"Just like that, Jamie," You whimper into his ear.

"Yeah?" He mumbles back, fingering you faster. "Making my girls feel good?"

"So good," Natasha purrs, digging her nails into his back. "Being so good to us, daddy."

"Mmm, that's right," He groans, enamored with the feeling of both your cunts tightening around his fingers. "My good little girls."

You shiver as his fingers scissor inside you, spreading you open. Placing your mouth onto his neck, you start to suck on his soft skin, biting and nibbling on it while Natasha does the same. Bucky's eyes roll back as his hips buck forward instinctively, and he speeds up his fingers. When he feels both of your pussies tightening around him, he smirks and throws his head back, ready to feel you cum.

"Let go for me, angels," He growls, kissing your shoulder. "Cum for daddy."

With loud cries, the two of you cum all over his fingers, rolling your hips as the pleasure courses through your veins.

"That's it," He mumbles with a cocky grin. "Good girls."

Feeling weak, you fall back against the mattress, breathing heavily, Natasha remains sitting up, looking up at Bucky with wide eyes as she slowly pulls down his boxers. His thick, hard cock springs out, glistening with pre cum.

"Looks pretty enough to eat," You say coyly, sitting up and taking Natasha's hand in yours. "Good thing we know how to share."

You lead Natasha off the bed, where you both sink to the ground on your knees. Bucky is quick to follow suit, sitting on the edge of the bed after pulling off his boxers. Leaning up, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, making him shudder.

"Fuck," He whispers as his eyes darken. "In your mouth, baby."

Obediently, you open your mouth wide to take in his dick, wrapping your lips around the tip before allowing the rest to sink into your throat. Bucky lets out a loud groan while Natasha watches you with an awe-struck look in her eyes. You suck him a few times before pulling your mouth off of him and looking at Natasha.

"Go ahead, baby," You invite her slyly. "Daddy tastes so good."

Bucky can't believe how lucky he is while he watches you bring Natasha's pretty mouth to his cock, keeping your hand on her throat as she takes in his length. You both look up at him with wide eyes, and he almost cums right then.

"Oh, shit," He moans as Natasha slowly starts sucking him off, running his hand through her red hair. "Just like that, Nat, fuck."

You lean forward and wrap your mouth around his balls, making his body convulse. While Natasha gags on his cock, you suck on his sack, feeling his hand pull on your hair.

"Fuck, you're both so perfect," He mutters, gently thrusting his hips and fucking Natasha's face. "My perfect little girls."

After a few minutes, you and Natasha switch positions, and you're glad for it because the feeling of Bucky's dick gliding down your throat almost makes you cum again. You look up at him at the same moment during which he glances down at you, and you shoot him a wink. He chuckles deeply, stroking your cheek while watching his cock disappear past your lips.

"So fuckin' gorgeous," Bucky mumbles, stroking Natasha's hair at the same time. "God, I'm gonna cum for you, girls."

You gently pull Natasha's head back and the two of you wait eagerly with your mouths wide open, anticipating his cum. Bucky wraps his fist around his dick and strokes himself, groaning at the sight of you two with your tongues out.

"My greedy little sluts," He growls as his chest heaves. "Fuck. Ready for daddy's cum?"

The two of you make eager noises, practically bouncing on your knees with excitement. With a loud grunt, Bucky shoots his load, doing his best to get an even amount onto each of your tongues. Before Natasha closes her mouth to swallow, you grab her face and give her an open-mouthed kiss, tongues sloshing against each other.

Bucky shudders as he sees his cum mix in your mouths and drip down your chins, your whimpers almost immediately making him hard again. "Oh, you dirty, dirty girls," He groans, stroking your hair. You look up at him with a sly look, still playing with Natasha's tongue. Bucky bites his lip and pats his lap. "Come, give daddy a kiss."

You happily oblige, and the two of you climb onto the bed on either side of him, one of you on each of his thighs. He places a hand on the back of your heads before pulling you closer, staring between your mouths. Slowly, the three of you start to lick and suck on each other's tongues, the remnants of Bucky's cum making it the filthiest three-way kiss any of you have ever participated in.

Bucky's cock stirs beneath you, dancing slightly as it bounces against your thigh. Natasha whimpers into the kiss, while you wrap your hand around Bucky's throat.

Pulling away for breath, Bucky has a look of pure adoration in his eyes for the two of you. "This is the greatest night of my fuckin' life," He breathes out.

You smirk at his words, raising a brow. "And you haven't even fucked us, yet."

Something flickers across his eyes as his lips part. Natasha clambers off him and leans back against the headboard, spreading her legs apart. "Me first, daddy," She says slyly, biting down on her lips.

"Fuck," Bucky utters, still in disbelief that this is actually happening. You move to the side, watching as he slowly crawls over to her, stroking his hardening cock while staring at her pussy. "Want me inside you, Nat?"

"Please," She cries, bucking her hips up desparately. "I need it, daddy."

"Always knew you were a slut," He mutters before grabbing her by the hips and flipping her onto her stomach. "Arch that back for me, Natasha. Be a good girl."

You bite your lip as you sit back and watch him spank her a couple of times before she gets into position. Without warning, he plunges his cock into her, making her cry out. Once he's built up a rhythm, you move closer to him and start kissing down his jaw.

"Fuck her harder, Jamie," You whisper against her loud moans.

He turns to look you in the eyes, utter bliss on his face. "You like watching me fuck her, baby?"

"Just as much as you liked watching me fuck her," You retort teasingly, rubbing your hands over his nipples. When he shivers at your touch, you rub his nipple again, making him grab your wrist harshly.

"Keep doing that and I swear to God, I'll cum before I get the chance to rail you," He warns you, making you laugh softly. Knowing that he's already cum once, you don't want to push your luck and end up horny and frustrated.

"Right there, daddy!" Natasha screams against the pillow, which muffles her voice. "So fucking deep inside me."

"Does it feel good, being fucked this deep?" Bucky asks her with a cocky smirk as he spanks her again. "You love it, don't you, you slut?"

"Yes, daddy," She answers him obediently, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets beneath her.

You move behind Bucky and wrap your arms around his torso, pressing soft kisses to his back as he slams into her. The sound of their sex amplifies as you shut your eyes, as though you're listening to fucking whale music.

"I'm gonna cum!" Natasha announces, which you take as your cue to lay down next to her. On your back, you turn to her and kiss her cheek, before reaching under her to find her pussy.

Bucky watches with delight as you rub Natasha's clit, making her shake beneath him. "That's it, baby," You coo, stroking her throbbing bud faster. "Cum for us. Show daddy what a good girl you can be."

With that, she lets out a scream and buries her head in the pillow, cumming all over Bucky's cock. He continues to fuck her through her high, taking deep breaths while trying to stave off his own orgasm. Not yet, Bucky. You've still got another pussy to satisfy.

"That's it, Tasha, good girl," You praise her, stroking her hair as she comes down. "Did so well for us."

Bucky pulls out of her before looking down at you with a sly smirk on his lips. Moving closer, he forces your legs apart before slotting himself between them and leaning down. "Are you ready for me, baby?" He asks you softly, sucking on your earlobe.

You shiver, wrapping your arms around him. "Always, Jamie," You reply with need.

He reaches down to line himself up with your cunt before slowly sinking into you, growling in your ear. "So fuckin' tight for me," He grunts once he bottoms out, filling you up like no other. "Shit, can barely fuckin' pull out."

Slowly, he drags his length out of your throbbing cunt before plunging it back in again, immediately hitting your g-spot. You let out a loud cry as he begins pumping in and out of you, letting out groans with each thrust.

"Taking me so well," Bucky praises you, linking his fingers with yours and pinning your hands down above your head. "Daddy's got the best little cocksluts in the world."

At his mention of her, Natasha finally finds the energy to get back up, leaning up to kiss him. He releases one of your hands to wrap his around her throat as their tongues poke and glide into each other's mouths.

"Daddy," You whine, throwing your head back. "Faster."

Bucky happily obliges, pulling away from Natasha and thrusting faster into you. "You like that, baby? Gonna cum for me?"

"Yes, Jamie," You cry, gasping as he starts pinching and pulling on your nipple while Natasha sucks on your neck. In retaliation, you lift up your own fingers to rub his nipples, toying with them and making him shudder.

He falls forward, chuckling between groans. "No fair," He whines, his thrusts becoming sloppy. "You better fuckin' cum with me, baby."

"Promise I will," You say, crying out when Natasha lowers her fingers to your clit. It all becomes too much; her rubbing your bud, Bucky fucking you and his fingers playing with your nipples, and soon, you're letting go and cumming all over him.

"Look at you," Natasha coos in your ear. "You're so pretty when you cum."

Meanwhile, Bucky feels your cunt milking his cock as he cums inside you, grunting as he slams into you a few more times, giving you every last drop. With a heavy sigh, he pulls out, groaning at the sight of his cum dripping out of your pussy.

"Oh, fuck," He whispers, before looking over at Natasha. "Clean her up."

Without skipping a beat, Natasha crawls lower down before licking your cunt. Bucky's cum disappears into her mouth as she laps at your folds, making you shudder as her tongue strokes against your sensitive bud. Once she's done, she pulls back and you sigh with content, your eyes fluttering shut.

"Holy shit," Bucky mutters, lying down next to you. He grabs Natasha and pulls her on top of him as the three of you catch your breaths and try to recover from the intensity of what just happened.

"I didn't know your dick was that big," You admit out loud.

You can feel his chuckles vibrate against your neck. Natasha plays with your hair while saying, "I did. I saw it once, when we were on vacation."

"And you never thought to inform me?" You ask her with a scoff.

She smirks, stroking his chest. "I didn't want to objectify him."

"If this is what objectifying me leads to," Bucky begins, rubbing Natasha's back. "Please, objectify me every day. Every day."

"Noted," You mumble, linking your fingers with his. "You might regret saying that, though. Nat and I are insatiable."

"That's what I'm here for," Bucky states arrogantly, holding you both close to him. "Satisfying my girls."

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༉‧₊˚. "Shut up, mom!" prank with JJK men.

➜ featuring: nanami kento, gojo satoru, geto suguru.

➜synopsis: your child(ren) has a death wish for sure.

➜note: wasn't able to pick a name for nanami's child. also sorry to the anon who sent this, i had a hard time understanding the request at first. anyway, part 2?

༉‧₊˚. reblog + comment!

༉‧₊˚. NANAMI KENTO

“You need to start learning how to fold your clothes,” you mention casually to your daughter as you carry a basket of warm laundry to the couch.

“Why would I do that?” Nanami’s eyes look up from his book, but he doesn’t budge.

“When you move out, you will only have yourself to rely on,” you continue with the advice and your daughter rolls her eyes as she makes her way to the kitchen.

“Ugh moving out this, moving out that. Just say you want to get rid of me.”

“What–I would never, I’m just reminding you that one day you will become an adult and–”

“Oh just shut up, mom!” 

You truly gave birth to a mini you, a prankster. When you first saw the tiktok trend, you and your daughter had giggled to yourselves at the thought of getting a reaction out of her father. Though, you did warn her of the repercussions. Your husband did not play when it came to showing respect to you.

“I beg your pardon?” Nanami sits up from the couch so fast, it almost makes you jump out of your skin. You don’t have time to react, or hold him back before he is storming towards the kitchen where your teenage daughter was hiding. “What did you just say to your mother?”

“I said shut up, because she was bothering me.”

“And you think that’s one way to speak to my wife?” You see his eyebrows furrow, he even slams the book he was reading down on the kitchen counter so hard that his arm veins are about to pop out.

“Kento,” you walk up behind him, calling out his name softly.

“No, let me take this.”

“No baby listen–”

“I said I will take this.” It’s only when he repeats himself in a stern manner, that your daughter starts to giggle nervously.

“Daddy, it was a prank.”

“Yeah, baby it’s a prank.” You rub his shoulders and biceps reassuringly. Your daughter quickly wraps her arms around his waist and buries her face in his chest.

“I’d never be disrespectful like that.”

“Yeah well, it almost gave me a heart attack,” his voice is now much softer and warmer as he exhales, running his fingers through his daughter’s hair. He pulls you towards him and kisses your forehead before patting his daughter’s head.

“Now, whose idea was it?”

“Mommy’s.”

“Hey!” 

༉‧₊˚. GOJO SATORU

“Hey Ryuu, could you take out the trash please?” 

“No, I’m busy.” Satoru’s ears perk up at the sound of his son’s tone. But he doesn’t budge from where he’s standing in the kitchen.

“Baby, it’s been sitting there all day and it’s full. Could you please–”

“Shut up, mom. I said I’m busy.”

Normally, Satoru wasn’t easy to rile up. His relationship with his son was hilarious, one where he doted on his child whilst the latter pretended as though he couldn’t stand all the love and affection he received from his dad. But despite all the love that Satoru had for his son, you were number one. You come first, you are his wife and the mother of his child. When his son will leave, you will be the one he gets to spend the rest of his time with–and when he decided to marry you, a child wasn’t even in the picture.

So he will be damned if he was just going to stand there and let his son talk to you like that.

You freeze when you feel a sudden surge of cursed energy–you knew your husband when he got angry, it clouded over the rational part of his brain. So when you see him start to walk upstairs where his son is, you have to physically grab his arm to stop him. Thank god the infinity was off.

“Satoru– toru! Baby!”

“Who the fuck does he think he is, huh?” His eyes are glowing. You really shouldn’t have played this prank on him.

“It’s a prank baby.” 

“A prank?” It’s fascinating how this man can go from 0 to 100 back to 0 so quickly. He calms down so fast, glancing at the top of the stairs where he sees his son standing with his hands in his pockets.

“I told her it would be a bad idea.”

“I–hey! I didn’t think it was gonna be this bad,”

“I did,” Ryuu starts to walk down the stairs and past you two. “He’s said it before. He doesn’t play when it comes to people showing you respect, even if it’s his own son.” 

Satoru can only sigh at his son’s words before staring at you. “Don’t do that again.”

“I won’t…But I won’t lie, seeing you riled up like that–”

“I’m too old to have a sibling!”

༉‧₊˚. GETO SUGURU

Your girls were a giggly mess. You shush them before saying very loudly.

“In what world is this acceptable?” 

“Mom,” your daughter, Tsukimi, feigns an annoyed tone, refusing to look up from her phone. “I really don’t care.”

“But I do.” You stand over her bed, motioning for her twin sister to get into the role as well.

“Does it matter?” Asahi uses the same annoyed, bored tone. One that quickly catches Suguru’s attention. He walks into the main area from the garage before hearing the argument upstairs. 

Quickly wiping his hands with the dirty rag attached to his pants, he starts to make his way up to your twin daughters’ room to see what it was about. 

“Of course it does, I’m your mother.”

“You’re really just pushing it.”

“You sneaked out last night! Do you know how disappointed your father will be?” Suguru freezes up at the revelation. But he doesn’t let his disappointment or anger get the best of him, maybe the four of you can work this out–your girls were at a rebellious age, this was bound to happen and all he needs to do is figure out a way for all of you to get along without–

“Aren’t you supposed to be our best friend or something?” Tsukimi sits up on the bed, furrowing her eyebrows in a way that reminds you how similar her and her father’s features are. 

“Right now I’m your mother.” 

“Oh would you just shut up?”

A loud slam makes the three of you flinch, and you turn to find Suguru standing by the door looking as angry as a raging bull.

“Who said it.”

“Wha–”

“Who said it. Who was it?” He is so furious you could see steam coming out from the top of his head. “Have you lost your fucking minds to be talking to your mother like that? Did I fail at educating you or what?”

“Suguru–”

“No,” he puts a hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you out of the room. “I need to talk to them.”

“No wait, listen–”

“I don’t want to hear it.” When you see that he had a stern look on his face, you realize that you need to save your daughters from the prank.

“It was a prank. I promise you.” 

“It really was a prank,” your twin daughters are sitting on the same bed, looking as sheepish and as guilty as ever. 

“And it was my idea,” Tsukimi adds. 

“And I didn’t stop her.” Your thumbs trace his cheeks, smiling apologetically at him. “Sorry,” 

Suguru sighs, resting his hands on his hips as he shakes his head.

“Fucking prankters. That almost gave me a heart attack.”

“But admit it, we’re good actresses, right?” Asahi asks with a grin and Suguru chuckles before ruffling her hair.

“Yeah, you sure are.”

➜ ┊: COMMISSIONS | KOFI

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Just a Little Bit

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (enemies to lovers)

Prompt: After a particular mission brings forward the issues between yours and Bucky’s relationship, it’s decided that a bonding exercise is the best way to close the rift. There’s only two rules: no murdering each other, and you can’t say “no.” (based on this request)

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (fingering, oral m and f receiving, unprotected sex, teasing, spanking, dirty talk, cumplay, slight dub-con elements), some fluff, a tiny bit of angst, mentions of violence, mentions of injuries

A/n: Thank you so much to the lovely anon who requested this! I’m a little rusty with writing smut so I hope it isn’t horrible. I also changed the ask up just a little bit! I hope you all enjoy, and as always, my inbox, messages, requests, and taglists are open!

It felt like you were being sent to the Principal’s office.

And that was the first thing you voiced as you stepped into the small meeting room, earning a groan from all three men.

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His hips stutter with wild jerks, lurching your bed and its frame into the wall. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chokes, cheeks flushed and jaw clenched. “You can’t say shit like that, baby.” His hands dig into your skin bruisingly, an animalistic fire he’s resisting alight in his dilated pupils. “‘Cause I will. With the way your tight pussy is squeezing me, I’ll fill you up until you’re dripping for days after, and there’s no doubt you’re knocked up with my kid.” 

in which you beg bucky to cum inside you. (includes breeding kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex.)

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As it turns out, the sperm of a super soldier is especially potent. Which means regular ‘ole birth control doesn’t work like it’s supposed to, and for that, specially modified treatment has been given to you.

Yes, the very serious and dangerous S.H.I.E.L.D agency has created a shot so that you’re able to fuck your superhero bareback without the threat of a child. The only catch is re-upping; it lasts a year, but there’s a month needed before you can get your next one, something about needing to give your reproductive system a break from the chemical.

It’s a difficult month, becoming harder and harder as the weeks wined down.

Of course, you use condoms but there’s a mutual disdain for the material. Plus, it’s not the same—that barrier between you, unable to be as close as possible with him, the emptiness of not being filled until you’re dripping. But, thankfully, both of you have made it through and there’s only a few days left.

However, for good measure in the last week, you’ve been staying with Wanda and Natasha. Speaking of who, the couple are throwing a housewarming, no longer compound-bound, and his attendance is iffy. It’s understandable considering just thinking about him has you ready to explode.

Not to mention, it’s a pool party, and you’re wearing a saucy bikini.

“So when are you and Barnes gonna pop one out?” Natasha speaks casually, a wine glass between her fingers, curled up with her girlfriend on a lounge chair where they both watch you help set up. “Something tells me you won’t want to wait a whole year. Him, especially.”

That’s an understatement. Your man has chronic baby fever but in a respectfully adorable way. In the past, you’ve been apprehensive about offspring but he’s so optimistic and supportive you’ve definitely come around to the idea. “Soon, actually. Banner apparently has created a six month shot,” you tell her, absentmindedly folding a complimentary towel.

“Oh, yeah. How are you two doing on that front? You have a couple of days left before you can shack up again, right?” Nat’s eyebrow arches when your hands fumble and drop a towel at a mere reference to sex.

“Yes,” you answer after a steady breath, and you bend over to retrieve the textured cloth. “Seventy-two hours. It’s good he isn’t coming to your little thing ‘cause I think he’d maul me and vice versa…”

“Oh, Bucky,” Wanda’s pointed, mildly amused voice sets your spine rigid. “Hey! How’s it—”

At your fiancé’s name, you abruptly straighten up and spin on your heels. In a blink of an instance, he’s closed the distance—six foot form towering and determined, and the ravenous look in his eyes tells you what he’s going to do.

Your eyes widen, and you point sternly at him, uncoordinated steps backward. “Wait, wait—!” you try but his arms are latched onto your waist and hoisting you over his shoulder. Everything is upside down: a smiling Wanda and waving Natasha fades as he strides into the house.

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( bachira meguru x fem! reader )

♡ a/n — for my childhood best friends to lovers series!!

♡ word count — 1.2k

♡ content — bachira meguru x fem! reader, childhood best friends to lovers, goes from ages three to the u-20 game,

♡ synopsis — Growing up, Meguru Bachira had two friends—and two friends alone: the monster that no one else saw, and you. And in his mind, that was all he needed.

Growing up, Meguru Bachira had two friends—and two friends alone: the monster that no one else saw, and you.

You met him on a hot summer afternoon when you were three years old. The playground was swarming with noisy children, sticky fingers clinging to juice boxes and crusty sand-covered toys.

You were holding court beneath the big slide, where your popularity bloomed even back then. Kids circled around you like satellites—laughing when you laughed, watching where you pointed.

And then you saw him.

A boy, perched on the edge of the sandbox with wild, shaggy hair and the widest yellow eyes you’d ever seen.

He was talking—to no one, it seemed—and moving his fingers through the air like he was painting something only he could see.

Sitting in the sandbox alone, tracing shapes into the sand with a stick.

He wasn’t crying, but he looked like he had every reason to.

Some kids had called him weird.

Others said he talked to himself.

One even pushed him when no one was looking.

But you saw him.

You left your kingdom beneath the slide without a word.

He blinked when you crouched down in front of him. “Are you playing with someone?”

“My monster,” he said, not looking at you.

Most kids would’ve laughed. Or backed away. But you tilted your head, curious. “Can I play too?”

His eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Yeah. But I want to meet your monster first.”

That was the beginning.

From that day on, Meguru Bachira had two friends: his monster, and you—and that was more than enough.

As the years passed, your worlds stayed tangled.

In elementary school, you were the girl who could talk anyone into anything. Kids followed your lead like it was instinct, and adults praised how well you got along with everyone. But no matter how many people clung to your orbit, you only ever circled one boy: Meguru.

You sat with him at lunch. You picked him first in group games. And when kids whispered things about him—about the way he laughed too loud or talked to things that weren’t there—you told them to shut up.

“You like him?” someone once sneered in third grade.

You blinked, as if the question was ridiculous. “Obviously.”

Middle school was harder. Puberty made people mean, and popularity became currency. You were rich in it—liked by everyone, admired for how honest you were, how you never put on a mask. 

Kids whispered louder. They laughed when he answered questions too fast or smiled too wide. And you? You heard it all. You were too sharp, too outspoken to let it slide. 

But people still talked behind Bachira’s back. Sometimes to his face.

One day, after someone called him a freak in the hallway, you stormed up to him, face red with fury.

“Next time they say something, I’ll say something back. I don’t care, I’m not letting them get away with it.”

But he shook his head, a soft smile on his lips.

“No. Don’t. You don't have to do that. I have you—and my monster. That’s enough.”

That was the same year he discovered soccer. T

he same year he kicked a ball for the first time and heard his monster cheer. 

And the same year you sat in the grass for hours, watching him practice alone with a makeshift goal and an old ball.

You never understood why he loved it so much. 

But when you saw the fire in his eyes, the way he looked alive in a way that only happened when he played, you figured... maybe it didn’t matter.

High school came, and with it, new uniforms, new pressures, and new boys who thought they were better than they really were.

One day you stood near the edge of the soccer field, sipping a red Icee, watching as the team ran drills. You weren’t really paying attention—until you overheard a few boys near the bench whispering:

“Let’s not pass to him in scrims today. Freak always plays like it’s a one-man show anyway.”

“Coach only keeps him because he racks up assists. Still plays like he’s in his own head.”

“Bet he talks to the ball.”

You didn’t even think. You just moved.

Your hand flew out. Red Icee hit cotton. It splattered across their white jerseys like blood. They shouted, stepping back in shock.

“What the hell?!”

You raised an eyebrow, voice sharp. “Let’s look at some stats, shall we? Most goals? Bachira. Most assists? Bachira. Fastest recovery time after injury? Bachira. So tell me, exactly how do you think you’re winning?”

They stammered. One tried to argue, but you weren’t having it. You turned and walked away, your ponytail swaying like a battle flag.

From across the field, Bachira had seen everything.

And it was in that moment—shirt soaked in sweat, breath still heavy from drills, the sun catching in your eyes as you marched away like some kind of storm goddess—that he swore he fell in love with you.

He didn’t tell you right away. But he started finding new reasons to walk you home. 

New excuses to hang around your house. 

New ways to make you laugh. 

And every time your hand brushed his, he swore his heartbeat was doing backflips.

It wasn’t until one late afternoon—walking home in the sunset, sneakers crunching against gravel—that he finally said it.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

You stopped. Blinked. Turned to him slowly. “You think?”

He grinned, a little sheepish. “Okay. I am in love with you.”

You smiled, rolling your eyes as you stepped closer, hands reaching for his hoodie. “Took you long enough.”

You kissed him first. He kissed you second. And somewhere in the distance, his monster laughed.

Then the Blue Lock letter came.

You were sitting beside him in his room, feet tucked under a blanket, when he opened it. You gasped before he could.

“Oh my god. Meguru, you—this is—this is huge!”

He stared at the letter. Quiet. Too quiet.

“You’re going, right?” you asked.

He shook his head. “I don’t know.”

You frowned. “Why?”

“What if they’re right? What if I am a freak? What if I get there and it’s just more people like them? I can’t do it without—”

You grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you.

“Meguru. Look at me. You are not a freak. You’re brilliant. You’re a genius on the field. And they’ll see it—you’ll make them see it.”

He blinked, eyes glassy.

“Prove them wrong,” you said. “Prove them all wrong.”

You kissed him like it was a promise. And a week later, you were at the train station, hugging him tight, trying not to cry as he boarded.

“Come back to me,” you whispered.

“I will,” he promised. “And when I do—I’ll be the best.”

The day of the U-20 game, you were there. Front row, signs painted in yellow and black, wearing his number.

You screamed every time he touched the ball. Cursed when he got knocked down. Jumped up and down like a maniac when he scored.

And when they won—you didn’t wait.

You ran past security. Dodged the guards. Your shoes hit the pitch like thunder.

He turned just in time to catch you, your arms around his neck, legs around his waist.

“See?” you grinned, breathless. “I told you!”

He laughed, holding you up, the stadium a blur around him.

And then, he said it—quietly, just for you.

“She’s gone…”

Your smile faltered. “Huh? Who—?”

“My monster,” he said. “She’s gone.”

You opened your mouth to apologize, but he shook his head.

“I’ve met some amazing people,” he whispered. “But no one like you. Thank you. For everything.”

Then he kissed you. Right there, in front of everyone. With his silly smile and wild eyes and heart full of fire, Meguru Bachira kissed the girl who had been there from the very beginning.

And he knew—

He didn’t need the monster anymore.

He had you.

bachira my love, idk why i don't write for you more

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I wish someone would love me like demon!bucky loves Angel!reader

Saving Grace - A Bucky Barnes AU

For millions of years, Y/N has served heaven with all she has. So when the slightest mistake is all it takes to cast her out, she feels her soul shatter completely.

Bucky has never stuck around a lot in hell. He prefers Earth to be his main area of operation. Spreading chaos among the puny human minds is his idea of fun. And he enjoys every second of it.

What happens when he finds an angel fallen from grace, unaware of herself, broken to pieces, and desperate to go back home?

“What would you feel like?” she breathed. “If everything you’d believed yourself to be was taken away from you?”

He didn’t reply. Simply because he didn’t know how to.

Pairing: Demon!Bucky x Angel!Reader

Warnings: Trauma, depression, PTSD. Mentions of blood. Religious inaccuracy (it’s fiction don’t get offended), smut, NSFW.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Epilogue

God, he's so cute.

my beautiful princess with a disorder

Scent-sational!

Smau: in which you've sprayed pheromone perfume Warnings: 18+ minors and ageless blogs do not interact, not proofread Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna