Summary: There’s nothing wrong with not being the most experienced person in the bedroom. In fact, some people find it rather attractive, particularly James Buchanan Barnes. Although you express how much you want him, Bucky remains distant; he doesn’t want to do anything to hurt you. So what do you do? You elicit Sam’s help.
Warnings: jealous!Bucky x inexperienced!Reader, fluff, smut, biting kink, light bondage, metal arm kink, Winter Soldier kink (mentioned only), forced orgasm, toys
A/N: Inspired after spending some quality time with @mermanbuckybarnes and learning just how jealous Bucky can get.
“You’ve been naughty, (Y/N),” Bucky whispered in your ear as he slid his hands around your waist. “And you’re going to get punished.”
“Y-Yes, sir.” You arched your back off the bed to allow Bucky more access to your zipper. “You’re in charge, Sarge.”
“Good girl.” He chuckled in your ear as he stripped you of your dress. “Oh, so beautiful, kitten.” He stood and admired your unique undergarments.
on the walk from the subway station to magnus’s loft, the air felt thick with summer. it felt like it was threatening lightning and it was pressing in on alec’s skin with every step he took up the well lit street, the sound of traffic and the river loud around him. it was one of those nights where it wasn’t exactly warm but you could feel the temperature rising, pulling itself up for the next day which would be sticky no doubt. there was something strange about it, and yet something beautiful and alec was lost in his thoughts as he got to magnus’s building and pushed through the doors.
the minute he was inside in the lobby, the processed air hit him and he realized as he breathed just how thick everything had felt outside. it made it even clearer as he stood there waiting for the elevator that tonight would be a rainstorm, possibly a violent one. but his mind didn’t stay on it long as he listened to the chime of the elevator and stepped in. it was quiet and cool inside and he leaned against the railing, running his fingers over the string of his bow. he had come from an unsuccessful stakeout and there hadn’t been a point heading back to the institute before he went to magnus’s. he’d told raj he’d send him his report and he’d see him tomorrow, then they parted with two equally tired smiles after a long day of work.
Warnings: it’s smut yo, thigh-riding, unprotected sex ( IT WOUDLN’T BE A SHOCK IF YOU WRAPPED UR COCK ) need for holy water, swearing, i think that’s it? maybe? possibly? idk I’m too focused on logan pray 4 me
Stryker was an absolute son of a bitch. That much was fact.
Two missions over the span of a week had you pissed beyond limits. Sitting stiffly on one of the seats with the belt strapped tightly around you, rendering you nearly immobile, you kept your eyes focused on your feet, thinking about why you had even wanted to join the general’s secret band of misfits.
Little did you know how Logan was looking at you, with his nostrils flared and jaw clenched as the jet shook lightly from turbulence. He buried his head in his hands, a soft, barely audible groan leaving his lips.
“Will you guys shut the fuck up?” You demanded, growing annoyed at the banter, glaring at Wade’s remark to Victor about his ‘fingernails of a bag lady.’
It was then that you noticed how uncomfortable Logan looked, his eyes glazed over and hands clasped tightly together.
But really, thank you guys so much. I’ve been having a rough time this past month and just getting the chance to say hi and thank you to your face means so much. Ethan, you’re an adorable unicorn. Tyler, ur fuckin hilarious and you do indeed give the best hugs. Mark, ur a dork but I love you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Together, you and Dean managed to help Sam from the barn, into the house, and down the set of stairs in the hallway. The stairs to the basement were littered with cobwebs, and you brushed them aside as you descended. The light switch at the bottom clicked on as you slammed your palm against it, illuminating the space below with a flickering yellow light before pushing the cage door to the main room open.
Any headcanons on Izuku and Katsuki boarding a crowded train and they keep rubbing against each other on accident?
They try everything in their power not to rub on each other. Izuku stretches his body as far as he can from Katsuki…. Though it ends up not working out. The train is so unbelievably packed, thanks to students going home from school, and adults heading home from work.
It leaves Izuku and Katsuki to cram against one of the back walls of the train, right near the doors. Izuku squeezes himself close to Katsuki now, facing him. His struggle to keep any distance is short lived, since more people enter the train last minute.
“At least its not too long of a ride..“ Izuku says, sheepishly and Katsuki just grunts in response. He can already feel their bodies are probably /too/ close together.
Izuku’s face is a light shade of red, but he thinks the two of them can handle being this close for now– their stop is only four in, so its only about 25 minutes at most!
Everything seems like it’ll go well! That is, until the train starts moving.
Every jerk, every bump, every time someone knocks into Izuku, the two of them feel their groins touch. Katsuki grumbles and subtly tries to back up, but it isn’t working. Izuku is constantly getting bumped and they keep ending up right back on each other.
“Fuck, Deku.. back up! ”
“I-I can’t, Kacchan.. I’m not /trying/ to be so close..” He mumbles embarrassed. How awful would it be if they continue the entire way home like this?? Izuku doesn’t think he can handle it. Being pressed right up against Katsuki… Fighting his urge not to make a sound because the continuous rub and contact is actually starting to feel kind of good– Its a torturous game, and he just can’t do it.
“Well, figure some shit out..!”
Izuku notes quickly that Katsuki isn’t going to be able to handle it for much longer, either. In fact, he’ll probably lose his cool a lot faster than Izuku does.
Izuku is sure that his boyfriend will bend him over right there, if this keeps up.
Suddenly, an idea pops into Izuku’s head. He starts to twist and adjust his body carefully, until he’s facing away from Katsuki. His ass may be getting pushed and rubbed against Katsuki but.. that’s better, isn’t it?
“M..much better..” Izuku nods to himself, already thinking maybe he can last like this. Katsuki on the other hand… doesn’t feel the current position is making much of a difference.
“You made it worse, fucking Deku!” Katsuki says between gritted teeth. Why does Izuku have to have a nice, round, ass like that? Why does it have to move, and push back on him while the train moves?? Katsuki can feel the heat pooling in his groin. If Izuku’s ass keeps unintentionally grinding against his dick, he’s going to lose it.
“I-Im sorry, I dont know what else to do- I can’t move anywhere Kacchan..” he whispers. Then, the train rattles again suddenly. It causes Izuku to stumble back, and he braces his fall by pushing back against Katsuki again.
As he’s about to readjust his stance though, his face starts to heat up darker.
“K-Kacchan…” he swallows hard, glancing back. “Are.. are you-”
“Don’t fucking say it Deku.. what the hell do you expect??” Katsuki’s ears are tinted red.
Yeah, there’s no hiding it. He’s getting aroused. It’s next to impossible to hide something like that in such a cramped territory.
“I- I’m sorry Kacchan..!” Izuku’s blush is rising higher, because the erection of his boyfriend is starting to become far more noticeable with every jerk. “What should I do?”
Katsuki narrows his eyes then, as he looks down at Izuku. He slips his hands down to rest on Izuku’s hips causing the latter to gasp softly from unexpected touch. He holds Izuku’s body close and leans his lips down to rest against his ear.
"I could fuck you right here. ” Katsuki whispers bluntly.
That sends a shiver down Izuku’s spine, and he swallows thickly. He shifts his eyes back to give a subtle glance at Katsuki, before looking down again. The blush is obvious on his face, and he’s trying his best to keep himself from getting too excited.
“Th-that isn’t– um. That’s not… it’s not a good idea.” He tries to reply with out making it obvious that Katsuki’s words got to him. Though he can feel the smirk thats forming on Katsuki’s face. “Th..there’s people here.”
Katsuki keeps his lips pressed on the freckled boys ear.
“Isn’t that the best part? I can fuck you right here, nice and slow, and everyone in the entire fucking train will know you’re all mine.” He gives Izuku’s ear lobe a light bite.
“K-Kacchan..” he mumbles and begins to feel his own arousal. He shifts in place slightly, though it doesn’t help ease up any tension. “Stop… ah!”
Suddenly Katsuki is biting at his neck. /Hard/. It causes Izuku to make an unintentional sound, and the people surrounding them turn to look. They give judgemental stares, and turn their attention back to their own bussiness. Though its hard to ignore the two of them. Katsuki is continuing to bite and kiss at Izuku’s neck deapite the crowd. “Kacchan..”
Izuku whimpers slightly, but catches himself. He furrows his eyebrows and quickly elbows Katsuki in the side. “Kacchan stop that–!”
“ow- what?? I can’t help it! You’re lucky I’m not already fucking you senseless.”
“Shh!! Y- you’re talking loud..there’s other people here..!” Izuku reminds him. He gives subtle glances around at the people who pretend that they aren’t staring and giving dirty looks.
Katsuki just sighs and tightens his hold on Izuku’s hips. He stays quiet for a few moments, then hears the announcement for the next stop approaching. A smirk forms on his face and quickly he grabs Izuku’s wrist.
“C'mon Deku.” He starts pushing them through the crowd, making their way to the closest door. Izuku blinks, confused, but follows his boyfriend’s lead.
“um- Kacchan this… this isn’t our stop. ”
“Yeah I know. But ya really think I can wait another 20 minutes??” He asks. And once the train comes to a complete stop, he yanks them out. It’s busy, but he’s shoving his way through everyone and ignoring the remarks being thrown their way.
“Kacchan w..where are we going? ” Izuku asks, after giving fast apologies to the ones they pushed past.
He gets them into the station, before scoping out a bathroom.
“I’m gonna fuck you good in one of those stalls.”
Izuku’s face is bright red now, but he knows theres no way out of it. Not that he truly wants to get out of it… He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want this too.
He got them into the bathroom now, and luckily the largest stall is open.
“… make sure the entire station knows I’m yours.”
Katsuki gives a loving smirk, as he slams the stall door shut. He’s pushing Izuku up agaist the wall, and steals a deep, forceful kiss.
Blanche’s Guide to Having a Perfect Springtime Photo Shoot With Your Humansperson!
Step 1: Be Smelly Like really smelly. Really very very smelly. I know you’re wondering, how smelly is too smelly? The answer is there is no such thing as too smelly. Humanspersons love the smell of burning doll hair so make sure you give ‘em everything you’ve got. Empty your musk glands out all the way and then some. Fling your tail around to smear it in as many places as possible. Bonus points if you can get your musk onto their clothes or in their hair!
Step 2: Be Dramatic Nothing says, “I’m a leucistic Texas rat snake and PROUD” like over the top dramatics. You’ve known your humansperson since you were just a tiny worm but try pretending like you’ve never see them before in your life and they’re a terrifying predator. Hiss at them, bug your eyeballs out, poop on them if you can, push your cloaca until it looks like you’re about to prolapse, maybe even bite them a few times (drama bites only, please! Feeding response bites require too much commitment and you need to be fast and furious. Keep it light when you bite!) Make sure to not actually start all of this until they’ve been handling you for a minute or two already. Let them get you out and have a good secure hold of you so that you don’t get accidentally dropped when you start your performance. Give it your absolute all for a minimum of three solid minutes before you settle to your normal behavior and really remind your humansperson that you’re so much more than a rational, docile, slightly better version of a corn snake.
Step 3: Wiggle And Squirm The point of a photo shoot is to give you time for enrichment as well as to show you off, so photo quality really isn’t a top priority for your humansperson. Nevertheless, give them some variety! Try getting into a super cute pose and then moving your head as soon as the camera focuses. Give them an extreme close-up by sniffing the camera. Burrow into or under your props! Your humansperson will love every second!
Step 4: Have Fun With It! Your humansperson put a lot of effort into making the photo shoot both cute for their fellow humans AND safe and enriching for you, so show them you’re grateful and ham it up. The final goal is to show everyone how charming and lovely Texas rat snakes can be!
The L.A night sky would have been dark and clear if it wasn’t for the moon being on show at 3AM. The bright night star had shone light through many windows, one of them being Harry’s bedroom window.
Harry himself laid in bed with just a pair of tracksuits adorned on his legs whilst the duvet cover was placed up to his chest.
He glanced at the moon before his eyes darted to the other side of the bed where he grabbed his phone from the pillow next to him.The side of the bed where she was supposed to be but wasn’t. Instead she was in their London home.
Harry sighed unhappily at the fact that she was in London because throughout the course of their year long relationship,never had he slept in his L.A home,alone.
Nights alone were something that Harry detested deeply especially since she had come into his life.She brought many things to his life like comfort and feelings that he had never truly felt before.She gave him a sense of belonging; a sense of homeliness and that’s why he couldn’t sleep as well as he usually did when alone.He was both physically and mentally used to having someone to hold on to during the night.
The IOS object that was held in his hand had lit up once Harry had pressed the home button.The lighted screen caused Harry to blink,eyes now trying to adjust to the light,biting the inside of his cheek as he stared at the photo of her.In the photo,she was trying to cover up her laughing face,but the smile was evident through the picture because she had barely managed to cover up her eyes.
Looking at the image brought all sorts of memories back.So many happy memories,so many enjoyable moments;it was quite sad that the contentment that the couple had,was left in the past.Harry hoped that the distance they both shared would come to an end so they wouldn’t have to go to the extreme of breaking up.
Breaking up.Just the thought of it made Harry’s heart clench.In no way would he himself allow that to happen but he couldn’t speak for her.Maybe she did want to break up.He wouldn’t be surprised if she did, with all the arguments they had within the past few months.The fights were all over the place..They were all over the place.If an object was in its wrong place,then a storm would be created.Harry blamed it on the stress of their daily lives and so did she.However,he didn’t know that she blamed it on the stress and neither did she know that he blamed it on the stress because all they did was let their distance become even bigger.
If she did want to break up..Fine!But he wasn’t going to give up on her without a fight.She was worth a million fights,worth any abuse;it was if she was his trophy.Harry hated to objectify anyone especially her,however the truth is the truth.She was like one of those trophies that every football team wanted,that every country wanted; the World Cup in this case and as cheesy as it may sound,she was exactly that - his world.
Unlocking his phone, Harry pressed ‘messages’ and began to compose a text to his sister.
I messed up big time and I don’t know what to do.The thing is,I don’t know how I messed up.
I don’t fucking know.
Maybe it’s cos I lied to her and came to L.A but I couldn't help it Gem.I couldn’t.
All we ever do is fight and I fucking hate it.I don’t like fighting with her cos all we ever do is tear each other part.
You know when I'm back in London living in the spare room? I hear her cry,full on crying.Her crying hurts me, makes me feel like I'm being stabbed continuously.
It hurts but then I realise that she’s crying because of me and it makes everything worse.
I'm her bloody boyfriend and by being her boyfriend,I’m not supposed to make her cry.
I'm supposed to make her happy.
That’s the reason why I came here,so I don’t hurt her anymore than I already have.
We used to be happy,you know that?So happy and then everything went downhill and here I am wondering if this the end of us.
I don’t want it to be the end,it can’t be.
I can’t imagine a life without her, she’s the one I'm supposed to be marrying.
Talk to her.
After having read Gemmas’ text,Harry couldn’t help but stare at it.
He did want to talk to his girlfriend but he was nervous at the same time. ‘How will the conversation go?Will it end up with another fight?’ he thought.He considered sending her a text rather than call her but eventually thought better of it.
Harry exited his messages and found himself tapping the phone log.It was now or never because in the later morning, he wouldn’t have the courage to do it.
He tapped her name and then pressed the ‘green call button’ causing the number to dial.The dialling tone continued as Harry bit his lip,staring at the ceiling whilst breathing quite heavily.Boy, he was nervous.
The dialling tone ended, a word leaving his mouth as it did so.