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Promise Me

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 1 - Whump

Summary: The reader takes care of Evan after he’s been hurt on the job; Evan takes advantage of the situation, but also worries about how the reader might feel about his job.

Triggers: Mentions of fire, wounds, bandages, stitches, and a little blood.

Word Count: 1.6k

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*Whump/comfort; heavier on the comfort part.

You rested your hand gently on Evan’s side as you entered his loft, helping him to walk. He limped slightly as he tried not to put too much weight on his injured leg. Finally getting to his couch, you slowly lowered him to sit, and as he was finally down he let out a relieved sigh.

“Are you alright?” You asked.

He nodded “I’m good, thank you.”

You smiled softly at him before moving to leave “I still think you should have stayed in the hospital longer.” You commented.

He shook his head “I hate being in there. Besides, they said I didn’t really need to be there as long as I had someone to take care of me.” He said with a sly wink at you.

You rolled your eyes lightly “I’ll go get your stuff from the car.

“No, no, wait.” Evan said as he reached out, gently grabbing your wrist.

“What is it?”

“You can get them later, just stay with me.” He asked with an almost whiny tone as he pulled you gently towards him.

You let out a soft chuckle as you sunk down onto the couch beside him. He kept one of your hands in his as you gently stroked the side of his head, your eyes lingering on the stitches near his temple “I swear you do it on purpose.”

“Do what?” He asked.

“Get yourself hurt.” You said as you met his eyes, your tone not entirely serious.

Evan let out a soft chuckle cocking his head slightly as he gave you a lopsided grin “Maybe I do it so I can get you to take care of me.”

You let out an amused laugh as you rolled your eyes and leaned your head against his own, careful not to touch his head wound “I don’t know if I’d put that past you you know. But I don’t mind taking care of you, as long as you get better.” You finished with a warning tone “And, as long as you never get yourself killed. Please.” You added the last word with a hint of pleading.

He quickly pressed a kiss to your cheek “I promise I will try to be careful. But I do love when I get to see this side of you.”

“What side? The side that’s worried about you all the time?”

“No.” He chuckled “The side of you that is gentle and caring when you are helping me. I love it.”

You smiled at him and shook your head lightly as you stood up “I’m gonna go get your stuff, don’t move.” You pointed at him as you headed to the door. Buck watched you with an adoring smile as you left. But a sudden intrusive thought passed through his mind. Trying to shake it away he looked to the tv, grabbing the nearby remote he turned it on to help drown out his own thoughts.

- - - - -

As the sun began to sink under the horizon, you piled all of the bandages on the table “Okay, time to change your bandages.” You said as you began to sort them. One for his shoulder and chest, one for his wrist, one for his leg, and then you needed to clean his head stitches. You looked over at Evan “Take your shirt off.”

He smirked as he sat forward “Demanding are we?” He joked.

You rolled our eyes “Shut up Buckley.”

He chuckled as he carefully began to unbutton his shirt, and as he started to take his arms out, you saw his face change to discomfort. Moving over to him, you carefully began to help him so he didn’t have to strain himself. After getting his shirt off, you began to take off his bandage, gently unwrapping it from around him. As his bruised and scraped chest was slowly revealed you felt your stomach sink. Your mind flashing back to how he got hurt.

You had been watching it on the news, a large factory had caught on fire. And when the familiar faces of the 118 ran by the cameras you were even more engrossed. You felt pride and admiration as you watched your friends put out the large building fire. But as it suddenly collapsed around them you felt terror as your body seemed to swoon. And as you watched them pull out the body of one of the firefighters from the burning rubble you began to panic. Who was that? Which one? Bobby? Chimney? Buck? Oh no, please, not him. You hated fearing more for one over the other, but you couldn’t help it. You loved him.

You watched carefully, and as their helmet was taken off by the paramedics, you saw his face and felt your body freeze as you stopped breathing. His eyes were closed and his face bloodied. And as the cameras cut away to the reporter you felt your body move without reason as you began to grab your things, and reach for your phone. You had to find out where they were going to take him, you had to find out if he was alive. He had to be.

“Are you mad?”

Bucks voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you realized you had been moving on autopilot, taking off his bandages and wiping down the wounds just as the doctor told you. You grabbed the new bandages and met his face “Why would I be mad at you Buck?” You asked, using his preferred name softly.

“Well I...I know how hard it must be, to watch others you care about do such a dangerous job. And I know it can get...harder to deal with the more it happens. I just...don’t want you to get tired of being afraid for me.” You could hear the strain in his voice as he struggled to find the words to express his thoughts. But you knew exactly what he meant. What he was afraid of.

“Are you afraid I’ll leave you because of how dangerous your job is? That I’ll get tired of worrying that I might lose you?” He met your eyes almost hesitantly and nodded his head.

You smiled softly at him before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Pulling away, you reached up and gently took his face in your hand, making him look at you “I will always be afraid for you Buck. And I will always worry. But what outweighs that, is the pride I have for you. I am so proud of you and what you do. You risk your life to save others. And I see how hard you fight for it, and I see how hard you fight to survive while doing it. Sometimes it might not feel worth it because of how scared I get. But when I see how happy you are at the end of the day, how fulfilled you feel about what you do. That makes it better. I will never wish for you to do something else, because I know what you are doing is what you are meant for. It’s who you are and I would never ask for you to be something else. All I ask is that you promise you will always try your hardest to come back to me, alive, and safe.”

Buck stared at you with evident tears building in his eyes, just as you had in your own. And he felt an almost overwhelming love for you as you spoke to him. He nodded his head “I promise.”

You smiled at him and gently rubbed his cheek with your thumb “And I promise I will always be here to take care of you on those days you can’t quite keep your promise.” You said with a light chuckle, which he replied to with his own. “Now shut up so I can concentrate.” You said as you moved to apply the clean bandages.

Buck chuckled again “Yes Doctor” He joked.

- - - - -

After finally replacing all of his bandages, with only mild complaining from Buck, you began to apply the disinfectant to the stitches on his head. Being careful not to pull at the stitches, you got close to Evans face. In the midst of your concentration, you didn’t notice how much Evan was staring at you.

He studied every inch of your face, to the small almost invisible spots on your face, to the more obvious ones. The curve of your lips, and the cupid’s bow above them. The color of your eyes as their gaze flicked around as you focused on his head. He spent a lot of time staring at you, when you were engulfed in your work, when you were engrossed in whatever movie you two were watching, when you slept beside him in bed. He never got tired of looking at you. And now as you were so concentrated on taking care of him, he felt himself fall in love with you a little more. Which he had not thought possible.

As you brought your hand away from his head, he quickly leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips and catching you off guard. When he pulled away with an amused and proud smirk, you smiled at him and shook your head ever so slightly “Careful, you’re going to make me pull your stitches.”

He simply smiled at you “I love you.” He said softly.

You met his eyes and almost swooned at how deeply he was staring at you, his blue eyes shining adoringly. Leaning forward you were now the one to suddenly kiss him, quickly, gently. And when you pulled away you smiled brightly at him “I love you too. Always.”

xx End xx

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Anything We Give You

Day 14 Kinktober prompt: Double penetration

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Pairing: Neighbor!Andy Barber x reader x Neighbor Ari Levinson (Andy and Ari are brothers)

Words: 1543

Warnings: Double penetration (in two holes), M/M/F threesome, vaginal fingering, anallingus, oral sex (m and f receiving), spitroasting, piv sex, creampie, Andy and Ari are complete menaces

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When brothers Ari and Andy moved into the house next to yours, you drooled over them for weeks. When they made a pass at you together at the cul-de-sac’s monthly cookout, they, and their offer, seemed too good to be true.

But now? Now you’re pretty sure they’re trying to kill you.

“Ari, please,” you moan into Andy’s duvet.

He chuckles into your folds, “Beg all you want, sunshine. I’ll be done when I’m done.”

He’s got your hips hiked up in the air, with two fingers in your cunt curling against your sweet spot, and his tongue buried in your ass. He’s worked you hard, and now you’re chafed from his beard and sloppy wet with his saliva.

“It’s too much though,” you whine, trying to squirm away from him, but he’s too strong. He just wraps a muscular arm around your thighs and pins you against his face. The way he’s able to manhandle you so easily makes you gush slick over his hand.

“Here, sweetheart,” Andy commands, “maybe this will keep you quiet," he taps your lips with the head of dick, until you open for him. "My little brother’s a big boy in more than just stature, and you’re gonna want him to work your ass nice and open before you take his cock.” He slips over your tongue and pushes to the back of your throat. The salty taste of precome lights up your taste buds, and you hum around his girth.

“Holy shit,” Ari curses, “you’re so wet you’re dripping down your thighs. You like sucking Andy’s dick, don’t you, sunshine?” It's a rhetorical question, because you couldn't talk right now if you wanted to.

Andy is working himself deeper and deeper into your throat. Every thick gag he pushes out of you pulls a gut-punched groan out of him. He’s leaking so much precome it’s running down your chin along with the excess saliva you can’t manage to swallow. The way he towers over you with his dark hair and beard, and lust-blown eyes would be enough to have you drenched all by itself, but his cock is amazing. So, yeah, you're fucking dripping for it.

Your thighs are shaking with tension and exhaustion as Ari brings you close to another orgasm. “Come for me one more time, sunshine, so I can fuck this sweet little asshole. ‘S gonna be such a tight fit when Andy fills up your pussy. Fuck, we’re gonna make you feel so good.”

Your cunt clenches around his fingers as he coaxes the climax out of you with precision. You can’t scream with Andy’s cock in your throat, so you just rock back against Ari’s face, driving his tongue and fingers even deeper inside of you.

Once the last aftershock has rattled through your bones, Ari’s fingers slip into your ass. They’re soaked with your slick and he can pump them in and out without resistance.

“Fuck, you’re so ready for me, sunshine,” he groans. “Andy, I can’t wait. I gotta get my cock in her now.”

Then the slicked-up head of his dick is dragging through your folds, sliding up to pop past your rim and sink into your ass. He slips in with one smooth push and digs his fingers into your hips with a groan.

Your throat flexes around Andy’s cock when Ari’s hips are flush with your ass. Andy barks a curse, and grabs a handful of your hair to pull you halfway off of him, “Don’t you dare make me come before I get to fill that messy cunt.”

Ari’s rutting into your ass with hard little thrusts, giving you a chance to adjust, but when you whimper at Andy, Ari can’t wait any longer. He pulls out almost all the way, then snaps his hips, burying himself to the hilt. Then you’re whining and pushing back against his length like you’d be begging him to fuck you harder if there weren’t a cock lodged in your throat right now.

“Shit,” Andy curses passionately. “Your fucking mouth. I swear. Ari, let her go. Get over here, sweetheart”

He climbs into the bed, and drags you against him once Ari has reluctantly pulled out of your ass. He guides you over his lap, onto his cock, still slippery with your spit. He lines up and pushes you down on him, cunt fluttering as you struggle with his girth. Andy drops a thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles over it to help you relax.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Ride my cock. Show me how fucking good it feels.” He groans when you raise off of him, avidly watching his dick disappear into you when you ride him. His fingers slip between your bodies, and he slides the digits through your folds to feel where you’re connected. “Fuck me, sweetheart. Already got you stretched so wide. Think there’s going to be any room left for Ari?”

Auburn hair tickles the side of your head when the man in question purrs in your ear, “How ‘bout we find out?” His thick thighs frame yours when he snugs up behind you, and pushes you forward into Andy’s arms, thumbing the wet head of his cock past your rim.

The stretch is immediate, and intense. You go hot and tingly all over, it makes you whimper. Andy’s busy fingers continue to toy with your clit as a distraction.

Ari groans in your ear, “Fucking hell, sunshine. You’re so tight, so full already. Know you can do it though. Know you can take both of us.”

He growls through clenched teeth when he’s finally as deep in your guts as he can get. They’re trying to be still, to give you a chance to adjust, but you aren’t making it easy, because your holes keep fluttering around them.

They twitch inside of you, and a shudder ripples up your spine, “Fuck,” you groan, “you gotta move. Please.”

It’s all the prodding they need, and they immediately fall into an easy, leisurely rhythm, slowly picking up speed as the tension drains from your body, and your holes relax around them. They take you apart with complete efficiency, and it shorts your brain out, so that all you can focus on is the way their cocks feel while they work you over.

“Sweetheart, you feel so good,” Andy grunts against your damp neck. “Squeezing me so hard. How’s it feel? You like being stuffed with our cocks?”

You can’t find the words to answer him, a high keening sound is all that comes out when you open your mouth.

“Look at her,” Ari chuckles, “drunk off our cocks already. Didn’t know it’d be this easy to fuck her stupid.” He slips two fingers into your mouth and you suck on them reflexively, tongue swiping over them until they’re coated in spit. “Fuck, you’ll just take anything we give you, won’t you, sunshine?”

He brings those wet fingers down to roll over your clit. Being this full means they’re hitting every sweet spot you have, and a couple you didn’t even know about until this exact moment. With Ari’s fingers strumming your sensitive bundle of nerves, and their cocks stroking every part of you, your orgasm slams into you, taking you by surprise. Your whole body clenches, and you squirt slick all over their thighs when you come.

“Christ, sweetheart, I need to come so fucking bad, but I gotta feel you do that again,” Andy growls.

Ari spreads your cheeks out so he can get as deep inside of you as physically possible. “Squirt for us again, sunshine. Do it again, and we’ll fuck you sloppy and fulla come.”

“Please,” is all your fucked-out brain can manage, so you repeat it over and over.

“That’s right,” Andy grunts, “fucking begging us to cream you up real nice, like the good little cock-drunk slut you are.”

A final flick of Ari’s fingers, and you come with a groan, soaking them with your juices. Your holes clench around them. It’s an almost coordinated effort when their hips stutter, they both bury themselves deep, and come with rumbling groans.

You’re so full their come is dripping out of you before they even pull out. You slump against Andy, but Ari is the one who lifts you into his arms as if you’re no heavier than a kitten. He rubs little circles against your skin, and tells you what a good girl you are, and how amazing you felt.

Andy brings a warm cloth to clean you up, and Ari slides you between the sheets. They clean themselves up, and slip under the covers with you, bracketing you with their massive bodies, Ari in front of you, and Andy behind.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Andy asks, stroking gentle fingers over your arm.

“Maybe,” you huff. “Check back in five.”

“Five? I can check back right now,” Ari grins, and pushes his half-hard cock against your hip.

“Already? You know what. No. You two are trouble—I gotta go.” You make to climb out of bed, and they both grab you and hold you in place.

“No! Please. You have to stay,” Andy pouts.

“Yeah, stay,” Ari says with a smirk, “‘cause we really like the way you look in between us.”

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Don't Mind Me

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x f!reader

Words: ~900

Warnings: Frottage, dry humping, grinding, vaginal fingering, coming in pants, Bucky Barnes being a goddamn menace

A/N: I was reading this morning, and, much like Bucky, this idea made itself known and refused to leave me be. I wrote it quickly, and it isn't beta-read

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You’re lying on your stomach, reading a book when Bucky crawls over you, his warm body dropping down onto your back. You grunt dramatically, even though he’s holding most of his weight off of you.

“What gives, Buck? Have you come to smother me to death?” you joke.

He hooks his chin over your shoulder and pouts, “Stevie's at the store, and I just wanted to hang out with you.” He follows that up with nibbling kisses against your neck. The soft material of his sweatpants tickles your bare legs when his kisses make you fidget.

“Bucky,” you gasp when he sucks a bruise into your neck.

“Don’t worry about me, princess,” he whispers gruffly into your ear, “just read your book. Don’t mind me.”

Even through your jean shorts you can feel his cock stiffening where it’s nestled in the cleft of your ass. You roll your hips with a whine, getting precious little friction from the denim.

Bucky tuts, “I thought I told you to read.”

“But I am,” you huff. And you were reading. In fact you’d read the same paragraph at least a dozen times now, and each time made less sense than before. Now you were just holding the book open to humor him.

His metal hand slips under your chest to pluck at your nipples through the thin cotton of your t-shirt. His hips grind against you and you tilt your ass up, trying for more friction. He drops more weight on you to keep that from happening.

“No you’re not. You aren’t even looking at the book anymore. Is my cock that distracting?”

“You know it is,” you breathe.

“I can’t help it though,” he chuckles, “you’re here in our bed, looking like you’re just waiting for someone to come along and gobble you up. What else was I supposed to do, kitten?”

“Fuck me.”

“Oh, I’m going to,” he groans into your ear, slipping his warm hand around your neck, “but this–mmm, fuck–this feels too good to stop.”

The gravel in his voice when he curses low in your ear sends goosebumps racing over your skin. You gasp and rock back against him with a pitiful mewl.

“You need some friction, little girl?” You nod desperately, and he hums. His metal hand leaves your tits, and slides down to the front of your shorts. He balls the denim up in his fist, and hushes you before you complain. “Shh. Know they’re your favorites. ‘M not gonna rip ‘em. Just helpin’ you out a little.”

He gives them a tug, and the seam of your shorts is pressing against you, and you’ve finally got a little friction on your clit. You rock your hips with a grateful moan.

Bucky drags in a deep breath and you feel his cock twitch against you. “Fuck me,” he hisses. “You smell so goddamn good. Could get off on just the smell of that sweet little cunt.”

His hips pump against you, tireless and desperate—though never so desperate that he gives you too much of his weight. His abs flex against you with every roll of his hips. The soft fleece of his sweatpants grows more damp with each thrust. The precome he’s leaking soaks into the fabric, and only creates more friction against the underside of his dick.

Your skin is hot, and dewy with sweat, and you’re close to coming when Bucky’s strained voice orders, “C’mon, princess, get that ass in the air for me.”

You arch your back and tilt your hips, pushing your ass against him harder. He moans fuck yes, but you don’t hear him, because his metal hand has snaked down the front of your shorts so he can bury two cool digits in your slippery cunt. Each thrust of his hips fucks you onto his fingers, and you whimper his name every time they slip back in and fill you up.

“Gonna come for me princess?” He chuckles when you nod. “Don’t even have my cock in you yet and you’re already purring for me.” His voice is strained and rough, “Your pussy feels so fucking good drippin’ all over my fingers. Gonna make me come too.”

The tension that’s settled between your hips is nearly overwhelming, until Bucky coaxes you over the edge with his skilled fingers. You come on his hand, drenching the chilly metal in your juices with a sob.

The hand around your neck tightens, steadying you as the rhythm of his thrusts grows choppy, then stills. His cock twitches between your bodies as he comes with a deep bass groan you can feel in your guts. The wet spot on the front of his sweatpants spreads, while he grunts fuck, fuck, fuck in your ear with every stuttery jerk of his hips.

He stays pressed close to you, peppering kisses over your neck and shoulders until your racing hearts have both mellowed. Then he rolls to the side and pushes the ruined sweatpants down his legs. His still-hard cock smacks against his abs with a wet splat.

“Are those Steve’s sweatpants you just ruined?”

“Yup,” he snorts.

You roll over to unbutton your shorts, and Bucky’s jacking his cock with one hand, and massaging his balls with the other.

You groan, “Jesus, you’re not even gonna give me a minute, are you?”

“Nope,” he pops the p. Turning, he watches you peel your shorts off, and shoots you a predatory grin.

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She's Earned It In Spades

Day 2 Kinktober prompt: Pegging

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Pairing: Backstage Pass!Steve Rogers x reader

Words: 826

Warnings: Pegging, strap on, anal sex (m receiving), bottom Steve/top reader, multiple (male) orgasms, comeplay

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The way Steve is huffing and whining into your neck now makes you wish the cock you had stuffed in his hole was real. God, to feel him clenching around it, or the way his guts throb when you’re buried deep. It would be fucking incredible.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, doll,” he’s whispering the silkiest praise in your ear.

Your eyes sweep over Steve. He’s huge, covered in tattoos, and super-soldier strong. But he’s writhing, and whining, and begging you to fuck him harderfasterdeeper, flushed pink under all that ink, and clinging to you like you’re the last life raft on a sinking ship. You have this gorgeous man beneath you, and he’s putty in your hands.

Damn, it makes you feel ten feet tall.

A hank of honey-colored hair has fallen from his fauxhawk into his face, and you gently brush it back into place. Steve shudders. “You doin’ okay, babe?” you ask.

He nods, “Yeah. Just love you so fuckin’ much,” he sighs. “You feel so good. Can you go harder?”

You kiss the tip of his nose, “Anything for you,” you whisper, and piston your hips into him with more vigor. He groans, and clings to your shoulders. “I’ve got you, Stevie,” you whisper to him.

Bucky’s voice is low and smooth when he murmurs in your ear, “See how sweet and pliant he is?” He drags a finger over the underside of Steve’s cock, making him whine. “He’s not like that when it’s my cock in his ass. He only does that for yours. And you know what?” he asks, dragging his tongue up the helix of your ear. Then he groans, “It gets me so fucking hard knowing that you can give him something with your cock that I can’t with mine.”

Steve makes a soft hiccup noise and whines for more. Bucky skritches his fingers over the peach fuzz on the side of Steve’s head, making him sigh and lean into the touch.

“Princess,” Steve purrs, “‘m gonna come.”

“Okay, Stevie. Need help? Need me to do anything different?”

He shakes his head, “No. ‘S perfect already. Don’t need anything but you.”

“Then be a good boy and come for me,” you whisper in his ear.

“Oh, fu-uh-” the rest is cut off with a breathy moan. His back arches, and he comes without so much as a single stroke of his cock, shooting ropes of come over his abs and chest. His eyebrows are knitted together, and he’s groaning your name.

Once he comes down from his high, you ask, “Want me to stop?”

He shakes his head. His voice is low and husky when he answers, “No. I can go again. Is that okay?”

“Hell yes it’s okay.” You swipe your fingers through the come on his chest and spread it over his flushed and straining cock. You start jacking it in time with his huffed breaths.

Steve too, gathers some of the come off his belly on two fingers, and pushes them into your mouth. You seal your lips around his digits, sucking and licking them until they’re clean. He doesn’t pull them out though. He starts fucking them in and out of your mouth.

“Fuck you’re so sexy with something in your mouth. Wanna get my cock in there later,” he informs you with a husky voice, and slips a third finger past your lips. You nod and hum enthusiastically.

Steve’s eyes roll back and his head thumps to the mattress. You tighten your hand around his dick and he twists his fists in the sheets, arching his back with a groan.

“You gonna come again Stevie? Gonna come on my cock?”

He gives a deep and guttural groan, “Fuck. I am. I am. God, fuck. Faster.”

Your hips and hand speed up, “Then lemme see you, babe. Show me how good I make you feel.”

He wails your name as he comes, cock twitching in your hand as he stripes come over his torso again. It’s pearly white, and stippled all over the bright inkwork that covers his pale skin.

As your hips still, your heart stutters.

“Stevie, you’re beautiful,” you sigh appreciatively.

“Right back atcha, doll,” he grins.

“Was that okay?”

“That was a metric fuckton better than okay.”

You gently pull out of him, sit back on your heels, and start undoing the straps on the harness. Bucky moves to help, but you swat him away.

“I got it. It’s not that many buckles,” you explain.

Bucky is indignant. “Damn tell a girl she’s good with her cock and she starts acting like she runs shit.” He snorts, “You gonna let me eat your pussy, or have you got that taken care of too?”

“I’ll allow it,” you smirk.

“Will wonders never cease.”

You crawl over and kiss him, groaning as his fingers slip into your dripping cunt.

Steve pipes up, “Make her feel good, Buck. She’s earned it in spades.”

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