Dean Winchester Masterlist - theweirdymcweirderson
Help me Practice series: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT
Summary: College!AU The reader has never been kissed and as a guy starts to take interest in her, she asks Dean, her best friend, to help her practice. After they kiss, none of them seem to be able to keep holding back the feelings they have for each other.
Request: Reader and the Winchesters have to go undercover in a high school to solve a case and the Reader has to go as a cheerleader, which provides Dean an excuse to live out his fantasy.
Summary: Dean walks in on the Reader changing her clothes, and he can’t help but seeing her in a completely different way from that moment on. + Imagine being friends with Dean and one day while goofing off, he finds out you have a hair pulling kink, so he makes you moan for him.
Make it stop, please…series: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT
Summary: While on a case with Dean, Crowley puts a spell on the Reader, where she almost orgasms, but never really reaches that point, so she is left all hot and bothered and frustrated; and the only way to break the spell is by experiencing a real orgasm *nudge, nudge* + imagine whispering in Dean’s ear all the things you’re gonna do to him when you get back to the Bunker.
Request: I was wondering if you’d write a deanxreader fic, please? The reader is usually a happy bubblytype of person. You’d have to really get on her last nerve to piss her off. The Winchesters have never seen this side of her. So, they’re celebrating after a tough hunt. Along with Castiel and Charlie. They go to a bar. And are pretty chill. Then these frat boys start saying some nasty things to the reader and Charlie, they ignore them. They’re just drunks, but then they get pretty nasty to the point that the boys and even Castiel are gonna jump in. But the reader beats them to it. And her temper explodes. Maybe I gave to much detail, I just want a fic along these lines and somehow incorporate a deanxreader relationship. Or starting one after the incident.
You deserved it, baby: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT
Request: Can you do a Dean X reader where she had been studying all night and is really frustrated and Dean helps take the stress away (smut pls) and dirty talk *I have been studying all night and could use some Dean Winchester
I’m here now, sweetheart: (Dean Winchester×Reader) LIGHT SMUT
Request: Hey! Can I request a one shot where the reader goes missing for like a week and Dean/Sam are super worried about her, and then she calls them on a payphone crying and freaking out because she doesn’t remember anything from the past week? Fluff? Thanks :)
Mine: (Dean Winchester×Reader) SMUT this was the first fic I’d ever written…so yeah, it kinda sucks *grin*
Summary: Dean is in love with the reader but he doesn’t tell her and she’s convinced that he hates her till one day Sam and the reader decide to prank Dean making him think that they’re dating which leads Dean to confess his feelings for the reader.
Request: The Reader wears thigh highs and Dean gets turned on by the while thing.
Summary: The Reader gets jealous and a little insecure when she sees Dean eyeing another woman at a bar, and later Dean sees a man flirting with the Reader so he gets jealous too. They go back to the bunker and have an argument which ends up being solved with Dean reassuring the Reader that she’s the only girl he wants.
Summary: Dean confesses to the Reader that he thinks she’s the most boring person he’s ever met, and she decides to show him just how wrong that statement is.
Summary: Dean takes the Reader to the movies because they’re screening her favorite movie and things get heated after he gets jealous of her celebrity crush.
Summary: Dean gets jealous when the Reader flirts with an officer to get the information they need, so he decides to confront her about it in the bathroom, ending up drawing some unexpected attention.
Request: Dean and the Reader having public sex and getting caught.
Request: Imagine the Reader is dyslexic, but she doesn’t tell the boys because she’s really embarrassed by it but they find out anyways because she gets frustrated and starts crying.
Summary: Sexy times with the Super Soldiers: the sequel.
Warnings: 18+, Stucky, Pet names, Daddy!Bucky, Captain!Steve, explicit words, smut, teasing, Bucky Barnes’ fucking arm, choking, Dom!Bucky, Dom!Steve, so much dirty talk :), fingering, unprotected intercourse (like sperm in vagina unprotected), daddy kink (beware: this is my first time writing it), captain kink, sub!reader, degradation (but in a cute way???), threesome, blowjob, hair pulling. Let me know if you find more.
Notes: This is filth…I’m gonna go now, I’ll see you at the end of it (leave me some feedback, if you feel like it).
Have fun ;)
P.s.: English is not my first language, soooo ehehehe, please don’t judge me too harshly.
A beat passes, you’ve barely sucked in enough oxygen, before you feel the grips at your neck tightening again.
“Hands and knees, darling, c’mon.”
Your mind is still hazy, clouded by the aftermath of the first orgasm of the night. You know there are many more to come and the knowledge has you growing wetter by the second. Steve leans back, runs his finger over your stomach, spreading around the come that wasn’t soaked up by your panties and when his eyes find yours, the smile that spreads on his face is enough to get your desire flaring up again.
Sucking in some more much needed air, you glance at Bucky, whose hand is still around your neck; he grins down at you, all cheeky and taunting as he waits for you to ask. He loves the way you lick your lips, glance away for a beat only to bring your gaze back on his when you have to ask, “Can I please get up, Daddy?”
Steve’s finger traces its way down to your sopping lips, playing in your juices as he watches you interact with Bucky.
“Sure thing, doll.” He leans down to press a peck to your temple, “Ass up, dollface, lemme see Cap fuck that tight cunt. Put on a show for Daddy.”
So you do, you sit up, the silky robe pooling at your waist as you reach for Steve’s hard chest and ghost your fingers along his pecs and down to his abs, enjoying the way the muscles tighten under your touch. There’s a light sheen of sweat starting to cover the warm expanse of muscle, and you lean closer; tongue snaking out to pepper kitten licks along his neck.
The hand that isn’t playing with your clit wraps around your neck; you gasp as he pulls you up until you’re face to face with him, lips brushing as he speaks.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, darling.” A slap connects with your thigh; a stinging reminder of what happens when you don’t do as you’re told.
You pull back when he releases his hold, look up into the Captain’s darkening gaze, and turn around to face Bucky who’s now leaning against the pillows; teeth worrying his lips as he admires your breasts and aching nipples. You move to settle between his parted thighs, hands running up the fabric of his jeans to settle on either side of his hips. Bucky’s hands are behind his head, a clear indication that he plans on enjoying the show for a while.
Steve’s hand connecting with your left ass cheek makes you yelp in surprise, hips thrusting forward as you subconsciously try to pull away. When you glance at him over your shoulder, you find his gaze locked on his best friend as he smacks your other cheek.
You groan at the sting, but this time you push back against him, wordlessly asking for more.
“Hum, you ready for me, darling? Ready for my cock?” You nod your head, biting your bottom lip as you rub your ass against his crotch, whining at the barely there stimulation you get. His hips pull back and he lightly taps your sopping core, “Look at you, so wet and willing. Just wanna be filled up, don’t ya?”
“Yes, please. Give it to me, Captain, fill me up.”
You grind back against his hand, shamelessly spreading your wetness on his fingers as you go. His thick fingers push past your lips, teasing your bundle of nerves for a second before he enters you and you groan your appreciation; back arching deeper as your arms give up, forcing you to press your face against Bucky’s jean-clad thigh.
“How’s that pussy feel, Stevie?” The question has Steve pushing in another finger, further stretching your walls to prepare you to take him.
“Oh, you’re gonna love this, Buck. She’s so fucking wet already; clenching down so hard.”
You moan, listening to the filthy words and shivering at the way they speak of you, of your body. Bucky brings his hand to your head, carding his fingers through your hair for a second, before he fists the strands and lifts you up to look him in the eye.
“Feel good, doll? You enjoying Cap’s fingers fucking ya?” Your teeth sink down in your bottom lip, eyes rolling back in your head as Steve brushes the spot inside you that has you seeing stars. You’re already so close again, it’s embarrassing.
“Oh God, yes. Feels so-oh good, Daddy, please.” Bucky leans up, lips ghosting the shell of your ear as he whispers huskily, “Ya know, if you beg nicely enough he might even let you come on them.” He chuckles then, bringing your head back to his lap as he relaxes against the pillows once more.
Another smack is delivered to your bottom, eliciting a whine past your panting lips as you beg Steve for more, your walls clamping around his digits, “Can I come for you, Cap? Please, I’ll be so good, can I co-oh fuck! Please.”
Your body shudders as you try to hold back, waiting for his say so. Nails dig in Bucky’s leg when Steve laughs darkly, slowing his pace and focusing on your g-spot. Your legs start shaking with the effort to keep your ass in place and you almost cry in relief when Steve wraps his free arm around your midriff, hand coming to rest against your stomach. He lifts you up, your back pressed to his damp chest as he keeps finger-fucking you.
“Ain’t she pretty like this, Buck?” His question is answered by a grunt, Bucky’s eyes devouring your body as he sheds himself of the layers of clothing and fists his dick. Your mouth waters at the sight of the black metal gliding over his come slickened shaft.
“Uhm, you like that, don’t you, darling? Huh? Like Daddy watching you being such a little whore for me?” Your ass presses back against him, answering his questions as you grind up and down his dick; your walls clench around his fingers again, alerting him of your pending release.
“Mmhm, yes, always. Always your dirty, little whore, Captain. Let me come? Please?”
“Go ahead, darling. Keep your eyes on him and come for me.”
He doesn’t have to tell you twice, your walls start spasming before he finishes the sentence; body going limp in his arms as your hips keep bucking against his thrusting fingers. You’re still coming when he retrieves his digits, a disappointed plea the only thing you manage to muster up, but then his cock is teasing your entrance and he thrusts inside in one go, filling you up as your walls are still clenching and prolonging your orgasm.
“That’s it-fuck, darling, always feel so fucking good.” Your head falls back to rest against his shoulder as he starts moving inside you. Slowly rocking you back and forth.
“You want a taste, pal?”
The question has you opening your eyes right in time to see the brunette coming to his knees in front of you, eyes boring into his best friend’s ones. “Yeah, don’t be greedy, punk.”
You melt when his chest presses to yours, your hard, aching nipples rubbing against his pecs with every thrust of Steve’s hips. Bucky’s hand cups the other man’s cheek, pulling him into a kiss over your shoulder. He moans in Steve’s mouth, biting down on his bottom lip before he suckles on it. They make it look so pretty and so dirty; their kisses are always a clash of teeth and a rolling of wet, needy tongues. The sight has you bringing your hand back to your pulsing clit.
“Mmm, taste even better on Cap’s lips, dollface.” You glance back over your shoulder to find Steve giving you a shit-eating grin, and you realize exactly what Bucky was tasting: Steve must’ve sucked your come off his fingers.
The praise has goosebumps rising on your skin.
“Thank you, Daddy.” He hums his acknowledgement; hands running along your sides before they cup your breasts and you keen at the touch. You’re torn between pushing back against Steve’s thrusting hips, or forward towards Bucky’s exploring hands.
At the same time, Steve slaps your hand off your clit and Bucky pinches a nipple; the sleekness of the metal fingers adding another layer to the overwhelming amount of feelings driving you crazy.
You whimper your approval, eyes begging Bucky as he leans down to pull one nipple inside his hot mouth. He smiles up at you, flashing you his teeth for a second before they are sinking down in your flesh, inflicting just enough pain for more slick to gush around Steve’s dick, and now it’s the blonde’s turn to moan in approval. Your hands fly to Bucky’s hair as he reserves the same treatment to your other breast, groaning against it when you tangle your fingers in the strands and pull.
Now that Bucky’s body is holding you up, Steve brings his fingers to your lips, teasing them open and you gladly accept; running your tongue around his fingers the way you know he likes you to.
“Need something to suck on, huh? C’mon then, wanna see you choke on Daddy’s dick.”
That grabs Bucky’s attention, who lets go of your nipple and sits back on the bed, grinning happily as Steve places a hand on your lower back and bends you to his will.
Your cheek presses to Bucky’s thigh, and you allow yourself to enjoy the skin-on-skin contact for a couple of seconds, before you nuzzle his cock and slyly look up at him with parted lips and innocent eyes.
“Fuck, Stevie, look at her. So fucking obedient.”
“Only for you, Daddy.”
The answer earns you a hard thrust by Steve; he stills, buried deep inside you until you glance back at him apologetically. “Ah-both of you. Fuck, both of you, Captain, please.”
“Mmhm, less talking, more sucking.”
Your hips wiggle against him to persuade him to start moving again, but instead he leans over you, his chest flush to your back and wraps his right hand around Bucky’s cock, stroking him a couple of times before directing him to your lips.
“Open up wide, darling. Yeah, that’s it. Such a good fucking girl for us.”
You thank him around the mouthful; the vibration of your words causing Bucky to jerk up, but Steve’s hand still wrapped at the base of his cock keeps him down. You peer up at the brunette, eyeing him as you start gently suckling on the head.
“Ugh, fuck’n- shit!”
Steve removes his hand and you switch, bobbing your head as both your eyes and Steve’s keep feasting on the pleasure ridden expression colouring Bucky’s face. A long string of Russian tumbles past his lips, and Steve twitches inside you not even a second before your walls clench down in response.
“You’re such a sucker for her pretty mouth.”
“Fuck. Off. Punk.”
Each word is punctuated by a thrust as Bucky brings his hand to your head, holding you still as he starts to fuck your mouth, slowly going further on each push. Steve cackles, pressing a kiss to your hollowed cheek before he pushes back to his knees and resumes fucking your drenched pussy.
He starts with a soft grind, testing your steadiness as you’re pushed and pulled on them, and once he’s satisfied you can still hold yourself upright, he sets a hard pace; each thrust ending with a dirty roll of his hips when they’re flush against your ass.
You lose yourself between them. Eyes closing as you bask in Steve’s wandering hands - moving, exploring every inch he can reach - and the filthy, lewd praises falling from both men.
“Look so pretty choking on Daddy’s dick.”
“Fuck yeah- cunt sucking me in so nicely, darling.”
“Taking me so good, doll. Gon’ make me come down your thro-oh fuck.”
“My pretty, little whore. Look at you, being fucked on each end, you like that, huh?”
You’re a mumbling mess, moaning your agreements and whining your pleas as you feel another orgasm approaching.
“Hold it. Don’t you dare come yet.”
Bucky is the first to reach his climax. He fists your hair, pulls you close until the light smattering of hair tickles your nose, and groans long and deep; hips jerking lightly as he starts spilling inside your mouth. Steve stops, watches at first until he leans back down, bringing his hand to your neck.
“Shit, Buck. Can feel you in her throat.” With that Bucky pushes one last time, letting you clean him off with tiny, delicate, kitten licks.
Your hips roll back, alerting Steve that you’re ready for him to continue at the same time as Bucky pulls you off; a string of your saliva and his come connecting your swollen lips to his sensitive cock. He moans his praise, resting his ass against the pillows as Steve takes over and pulls you back upright.
His pace is faster now, fucking into you with a renewed vigour as he chases his own release.
Fingers tangled in your messy hair, he angles your face to kiss you hard; tongue pushing past your lips to taste his best friend. His other hand is hooked in the elastic of your panties, using it as leverage as he moves you along his cock, manoeuvring your body and setting the rhythm to his liking. He slows down every time you clench tight around him, bringing you down from your impending high.
“Harder, Stevie. Oh fuck- give it to me, please. Fuck your dirty whore, Captain.”
He grunts at the sound of his name on your breathy, needy moans; the silky robe sticking to your sweaty bodies as he grants your wishes and you melt against him. The elastic snaps on your hip and a growl tears past Steve’s lips and lands on the damp skin of your cheek, his hands both settle on your hips to pull you against his rocking body as he pushes forward faster on each thrust.
Bruises will surely adorn your skin and you already know, you’ll spend your morning marvelling at them.
The feeling of another set of hands on your scorching body has you opening your eyes to find Bucky on his knees again, moving to mold his chest to yours. His metal fingers return to torment your breasts, rolling, pulling, tweaking your nipples until you moan his name, begging for his lips.
He grins at you, slow, seductive and taunting before he brushes the softest of pecks on the tip of your nose, and his right hand wraps gently around your neck, holding you flush to Steve. His thumb presses past your parted lips, teasing your tongue before you start nipping and sucking on it.
“So damn tight. Gon’ make me c-shit.”
“Do it, Stevie.”
Bucky’s attention turns to his best friend, tendrils of his chestnut hair tickling your cheek and jaw as he leans over your shoulder to whisper to him; voice low and husky, honey-coated by the need cursing through his veins. You shudder at the pants hitting your skin.
“Come inside her, Cap. Fill her up and pass her to me. I’ll make sure to fuck your come deep inside that pretty cunt of hers.”
His words are your undoing. Your body seizes up; lips parted as you orgasm harder than you did all night. You claw at Bucky’s back, shoulders, arm, anything you manage to get your hands on, and he chuckles in your ear, holding your shaking body still as Steve comes inside you with a wanton, broken moan.
Somewhere, under the lust clouding your brain, you realize you need air and start drawing in deep, long breaths trying to calm down your racing heart as you fill in your lungs.
Steve and Bucky are kissing over your shoulder again, you glance at them from the corner of your eye, enjoying the feeling of being held up by them and whimpering as the blonde starts thrusting minutely after completely emptying himself. They pull back for air, with ragged breaths and rosy cheeks; they recover way quicker than you - damned super soldiers – and their plump lips attack your neck.
You close your eyes, revelling in the soft caresses of their mouths, the gentle flickers of their tongues and the light nips of their teeth. Your breathing quickens again, you bring your hands to their hair, carding through short blonde strands and tugging on longer chestnut locks. Bucky leans back, catches your eyes in his mesmerising ones and smiles.
Word count: 2110 (these are getting longer and longer, sorry)
Summary: Sexy times with the Super Soldiers.
Warnings: 18+, Pet names, Daddy!Bucky, Captain!Steve (is this a thing?) explicit words, smut, teasing, Bucky Barnes’ fucking arm, chocking I guess, Dom!Bucky, Dom!Steve, so much dirty talk :), fingering, hints to unprotected intercourse, daddy kink (beware: this is my first time writing it), captain kink, sub!reader, masturbation, threesome. Let me know if you find more.
Notes: You may wonder what this is, the answer to that is, once again, I don’t know :).
The gentle light from the candle flickers on the walls, creating soft shadows in the otherwise dark room. You can feel the silky fabric of the robe you’re wearing tickling your skin, caressing it with every twitch of your muscles. Your nerve endings are on fire, crackling on each movement, each lungful of air; your mouth feels dry and you swallow again for the 5th time in the last couple of seconds.
“Look at that. So fucking wet, darling.”
Teeth sinking in your bottom lip, you nod to Steve even though his words are not meant as a question; eyes begging him for something, anything. The way he’s looking at you, the sound of his voice - almost as wrecked as you feel - the words he normally chastises you for falling from his bitten lips, every single thing has more slick gathering between your thighs.
“You like this, don’t ya? Being watched as you fuck yourself?”
Bucky’s voice is darker, smugness dripping from the words because he already knows, but he loves the way you get flustered; the way you look away from his eyes in embarrassment.
His teasing elicits twin groans from you and the blonde sitting next to him. They’re both at the foot of the bed, shoulder to shoulder as they watch with rapt attention how your fingers press inside of your pussy.
Your legs are spread open, knees bent as you lean back on the pillows Bucky has lovingly set against the headboard. They love your eyes on them, get off on having you watch the way you affect them as you pleasure yourself. Steve’s hand moves to the prominent tent in his slacks, palms it for just a second as another guttural groan escapes his mouth at the wet sound of your lips accommodating your fingers.
“She looks good, doesn’t she, Stevie? Pretty pussy peeking through the lace?”
Steve brings his eyes to yours, watches as you plead with him for more. You can tell that if it was up to him alone, he’d already be balls deep inside you, but Bucky enjoys the teasing.
“Fuck yeah, she does. You know she does.”
His sky-blue eyes darken a little more as he turns to catch his best friend’s gaze. They stare at one another for a moment, and then Steve’s eyes glance to Bucky’s lips as they curve up in that grin that never fails to bring either of you to your knees.
A frustrated whine slips out of you when Bucky’s metal hand wraps around Steve’s throat. You feel the green-eyed monster rear up its head at the sight of the black contrasting so prettily against Steve’s flushed skin.
“Wanna fuck her, Stevie?”
“Taste her. She’s so wet, smells so fucking sweet.”
Yes, please. Another whimper, your hips buck up at the suggestions; either of them would be more than welcome since your fingers are not cutting it anymore. You feel Steve’s fingers caressing up your foot, but you know better than to move. You keep still, breath stuck in your lungs as his fingers wrap around your ankle. Bucky mirrors his actions and they jerk your legs apart a little more. You yelp in surprise at the sudden movement.
“Oh, she smells delicious, a’ight. And your face does look real fucking pretty framed by her legs.”
Steve’s hand goes back to palming his dick and Bucky chuckles allowing his eyes to follow the gesture. You would protest at the loss of contact if your own eyes weren’t greedily soaking up the erotic scene before them.
Bucky tsks, metal hand gliding up his friend’s neck to land on his cheek; fingers softly sinking into Steve’s stubbly skin while his thumb caresses his bottom lip.
“You want it bad, don’t ya?”
Steve barely nods, doesn’t even need to because Bucky can read it all on his face. His tongue pokes out of his parted lips, tip grazing Bucky’s thumb and it’s the brunette’s turn to bite back a groan.
“See whatcha did, dollface? Got Cap here all wound up for you.”
Bucky’s silvery gaze finds yours, and you swallow again at the dryness in your mouth as all moisture keeps gathering south. He smiles at you, all soft and warm, and the complete opposite of his words and the dark promises in his eyes.
“What do you suggest we do about that, hum?”
Your eyes go back to Steve’s form, wander over his body, from his chiselled face down to where his hand is still squeezing his cock. You wish you could undress them with your thoughts alone.
Before you can answer, Steve interrupts you.
“Keep fucking yourself, darling.”
Bucky kinks an eyebrow disapprovingly and you realise that sometime, as you lost yourself watching them interact, you’d stopped moving your fingers. Not that anyone can blame you; your boys are just too fucking pretty.
You resume your teasing, because that is all you can really do with your underwear still on, but Steve likes it. He likes to see your skin adorned by the lace as you touch yourself; that’s the reason behind it overflowing your underwear drawer.
Eyes apologetic, you push and pull, turning your attention back to Bucky.
“Whatever you want, just…do something.”
Steve squeezes himself a little harder at your breathy voice, and switches hands so that he can bring his left one back on your leg. This time it rests a little higher, grasping at your calf as he eyes your body hungrily.
“Whatever we want? Oh, dollface, you sure you can take it all? Takeusboth?”
You nod, fingers quickening slightly when your mind starts conjuring up images of what Bucky’s words might entail.
“Yeah? Gon let us have our way with ya?”
Bucky’s voice is even deeper than before, getting huskier by the second and Steve moans at his words, unbuttoning his pants. Fucking finally.
“Yeah. Yes, Bucky, please.”
They move at the same time, shifting closer to your body and you can finally feel the heat radiating off of them. Steve’s hand is now on your thigh, fingers moving along the inner muscle until it quivers with anticipation. He grins at you, all boyish and carefree with a barely concealed hint of mischief.
The black, hard metal of Bucky’s hand makes contact with your tummy, forefinger tracing your navel as you marvel at the light reflecting off the gold decorating the arm. Your quick intake of breath pleases him and he leans closer until he’s face to face with your heating cheeks.
“What d’ya need, dollface, huh?”
Biting down on your bottom lip, you let the hand that was clenching the sheets move to find his, fingers wrapping around his wrist to urge him to speed up in his ascent towards your breasts.
“I want you to fuck me. Need it so bad, please.”
“Always so fucking polite, darling. So fucking pretty for us.”
Steve tugs on your wrist and your fingers easily slip from inside you; the panties’ elastic gently slapping back into place. Both yours and Bucky’s eyes are glued to the blonde as he brings your fingers to his mouth and sucks them in, eyes closing in delight when your juices reach his tastebuds.
Heavy breaths mingle in the otherwise silent room until he releases your fingers with a lewd pop, bringing your hand to his chest before letting go of your wrist. He moves then, settles between your parted thighs and that seems to be Bucky’s cue to focus his attention back on you.
“Want Cap’s cock, dollface? Want him to fuck you?”
‘Cap’, you know what that means and you moan your answer, a broken ‘yeah’ that has Steve hurriedly pushing his zipper down and rising to his knees to shove the pants out of the way. Humour is coating the brunette’s voice when he wraps his hand around your throat and a desperate whine slips past your glistening, bite-swollen lips.
“And what about me, huh?”
“Want you too; want both, please.”
Unable to stop yourself, you glance at Steve as he’s unbuttoning his shirt, gaping at the expanse of muscle being revealed and hoping for him to lose the boxers a little bit quicker. He smiles when he catches your eyes, discarding the material aside and grabbing his cock again.
“Gon let Daddy fuck that pretty, little mouth of yours, darling?”
Oh. Stunned into silence, you keep your eyes glued to him until Bucky’s fingers tighten around your neck, effectively diverting your attention; claiming it back as his own.
“Answer him, dollface, gonna let me fuck your mouth?”
“Yes, Captain. Wanna feel Daddy down my throat.”
Both men moan at your words, Steve shifting until his hips are bracketed by your thighs; his cock now free and resting on your panty-clad pussy. He rocks forwards once, creating such delicious friction on your clit that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Look at you, doll. You just wanna be a good girl for us, don’t ya?”
“Uh huh. I'mma be a good girl, Daddy. I’ll be your best girl.”
Steve ruts against you again, hands hot on your thighs, using the hold for leverage and pulling your body down as he surges up. Your thoughts scatter all over the place; mouth falling open on panted nonsense and pleas.
“Oh, we know you will. Now c'mon, darling, give me one before I fill this pretty pussy up.”
Groaning your understanding, you clench the sheets in one hand, bringing the other to Bucky’s forearm for something sturdier to hold onto as his best friend keeps rocking you back and forth.
“You want that, doll? Want Cap to come inside that tight, little pussy of yours?”
“Oh God, yes! Want it so bad. Fuck, Captain, don’t stop, please.”
He quickens his pace, his cock catching in your panties until Bucky reaches over and pulls them to the side, baring your pussy to his friend before bringing his hand back to your throat.
“You hear that, Stevie? Think we spoiled her too much.”
Steve grunts something that you can’t quite make out, but Bucky seems to understand him just fine if his chuckle is any indication.
“Bet you want Daddy to fuck your pussy, too. Don’t you, doll? Cause one’s not enough for you anymore, is it?”
You hear rustling and open your eyes to see Bucky stroking himself through his jeans. Without waiting for his say so, you reach over and unsteadily unbutton and unzip them for him. He pulls his cock out and you take over again, thumb collecting the warm precome before you start stroking him as best as you can.
Steve leans over then, his skin hot as it barely grazes your rising chest on each intake of breath. They’re shoulder to shoulder again, Steve’s nuzzling your neck on the right, while Bucky is still upright, leaving room for you to work on his cock.
“Is that true, darling? You gon let Daddy fuck this pussy when I’m done with it? Let him use my come as lube? Is that what you want?”
A fresh wave of slick coats Steve’s cock after he husks the filthy words in your ear; his hand joining Bucky’s around your throat so that they’re both framing your neck.
You groan something intelligible because you’re too far gone; hips thrusting up knowing that you need just one more push and you’ll tumble over the edge. Bucky groans, his fingers twitch against your heated skin before he turns to face Steve.
“Fuck. That’s so fucking nasty, Stevie.”
“Shut up, you love it and, from the way she just flooded by dick, she does too.”
“I do. I do, please Captain. Would be so hot, to have you and Daddy filling me up, fucking my pussy ‘til I’m full and leaking on the sheets.”
You bring your unoccupied hand to the back of Steve’s head, keeping him close to you as his hips rut faster against your swollen clit. Bucky’s free hand wraps over yours and helps guide it as your body begins to turn to mush; all muscles slackening with the fast approach of your orgasm.
“Oh fuck! Fuck, I’m com-”
The words die on a silent scream when you convulse underneath Steve, feeling his left hand clutching your thigh while his body seizes up and a long, drawn out groan leaves his parted lips. Bucky fucks up one last time into your fists, and comes with a soft, almost inaudible moan that sears itself in your brain.
A beat passes, you’ve barely sucked in enough oxygen, before you feel the grips at your neck tightening again.
“Hands and knees, darling, c’mon.”
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Hate-Fucking/Angry Sex| Impact Play | Knife Play|Deep-Throating
Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Reader is an of age Padawan, fem!reader, Deep-throating, Hate-Fucking - Rough sex, degradation, choking, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, creampie, Maul comms reader’s master without consent while they doin it, mild humiliation, Maul is a smug asshole, (technically canon divergent because maul has his pp but robo legs idk i didn’t think it through I just wanted the d ok)
