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Spare Parts

Connor (RK800) x f!Reader | 4.8K | 18+

Once Connor finds out you might be sexually attracted to him, he makes the decision to be fitted with a new part to please you.

A/n: this is one of my old fics from wattpad that i’m posting here to keep safe!

Perceptive, adaptive, curious. Connor had always been intrigued by you, just about the only person in the department who hadn’t, at one stage or another, treated him as an inferior. In fact, it was quite the opposite, and what that meant Connor didn’t entirely understand.

“Hank,” he’d asked, “why does (Y/n)…” He couldn’t really form it into words. He didn’t know what to ask in order to receive the answers he wanted, so he stammered, trying to capture the words that were escaping him. “why does she- I mean, she acts strangely around me, correct?”

Hank was frowning at the android, the deep wrinkles between his brows more heavily pronounced. “(Y/n) acts weird around you?”

“I believe so.” Connor huffed, looking over to where you were working at your desk, filing paperwork. “The changes in her behaviour are extremely minute, yet it bothers me that I can’t yet discern what they mean.”

Hank swivelled his chair to face Connor, his interest piqued. “And what exactly are these ‘minute changes’?”

“Just small things that don’t really make sense to me. For instance, the other day I came in after that deviant case with the double homicide and asked her for her opinion on the possible convictions the murderer could be facing, and she just-” Connor imitated a freeze taking his limbs, his eyes going wide. “It was like I’d frightened her, or maybe she was having a hard time processing the information. But that doesn’t make sense, right? (Y/n) has worked with me comfortably before, and she’s very intelligent and quick.”

“This was the day you were attacked by the murderer?” Hank inquired.

“Yes.”

“The day you came in flustered from blue blood loss, with your shirt torn and hanging from your body?”

“Yes, that’s a correct observation.”

The smile on Hank’s face grew tenfold, a chuckle tickling his throat as he shook his head in disbelief.

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nsfw!

dadbod!toji loves his family dearly, he's put aside his work, outside life, and his bad habits just for his family. He's put all his time and effort in taking care of you and your baby, but Toji didn't realize that keeping away from work for so long would get him so out of shape.

dadbod!toji who starts looking at himself in mirrors all around the house in disbelief, realizing that his abs are now enveloped by a soft puge.

dadbod!toji who you find in the bed room one day staring at himself in the mirror with no shirt on. His back muscles flexing as he flexed his abs and arms, then realizing you were watching him the whole time.

dadbod!toji who turns to look at you with a scowl, but it quickly turned into more of a perplexed look once he realized you were fully checking him out.

Your lip practically bleeding from how hard you were biting on it while your eyes were wandering down from his thick muscly neck, across his even bigger juicer pecks, and god his already huge biceps the size of a bears arm that somehow, grew even bigger.

"look at what ya did to me babe,"

"trust me Im looking."

"I need to get back in the fuckin gym"

dadbod!toji who notices your pout when he tells you that he wants to 'get back into shape'

"whyyy?"

"babe its getting ridiculous, you've been fattening me up with your cooking. this is your fault."

"aw my two babies are so adorable all chubby." you would reply while squishing your babies cheeks and earning a scoff from toji as he watched.

dadbod!toji who cant help but to be amused at how much more obsessed you have become with his body, but he'll pretend like he thinks you're just a weirdo.

dadbod!toji who chuckles to himself when you and your baby nuzzle up to him on the couch to watch a movie, just for the both of you to fall asleep in the first fifteen minuets of it starting, leaving Toji there wide awake.

Not that he minded, he wasn't even paying attention to the movie, he was more focused on the soft snores coming from you and the baby.

dadbod!toji who smiles to himself when he realizes that the baby sleeps way faster on his warm and soft chest.

dadbod!toji who finds you on the couch after putting the baby to bed and pulling you into his lap and kissing you passionately.

"toji what was that for?" You questioned with a small giggle.

"lets have another one."

"hm?"

"you heard me women." he said with a smirk and pulled you into another deep kiss.

"toji what are are you-"

"I wanna get you pregnant again, make you a mama a second time. please." he held your chin gently, but the look in his eyes was anything but innocent.

"please make me a dad again." he said in between kisses.

"please baby."

dadbod!toji who has you on your back sprawled open on the couch, your legs bent over his shoulders as he pressed your thighs against your chest, pounding into you relentlessly.

His huge thighs slapping against the bottom of your ass as he rammed his thick cock into your pussy, he felt even bigger then before.

"t-toji I-i cant. its-its too much." you whine, tears of pleasure brimming your eyes, and gliding down your cheeks.

"shhh, its okay mama-fuck- you can take it. I know you can." he says as kisses away your tears, pounding into you harder than he ever has before.

you grab onto each of his biceps and squeeze as hard as you can, moaning out while his cock hits all the right spots, the pain never felt so good.

"toji, m'gonna-fuck! m'gonna cum!" you squeal out.

"cum with me baby. m'gonna fill you up so good ~plap~ get this belly~plap~ nice and round again hm? ~plap~ youre gonna look ~plap~ so beautiful ~plap~ with my kid inside you baby.~plap~ make me a daddy again."

dadbod!toji who admires you sound asleep on his chest, making a silent vow to himself to not lose the weight just yet.

I mean who else is gonna be your human maternity pillow?

another toji drabble/hc my period is making me fucking feral and horny so yuh, not proofread btw :p

divider creds: @cafekitsune

In the mood for angst

Your relationship with Sukuna was on its last legs. You tried to make things work, but he was as difficult as it could get, and mean. After a particularly terrible fight, the two of you made up, and you began to hope again. Later that night, his friends called, inviting him to the club. You told him you weren’t comfortable with it. He agreed to stay, even tucking you into bed.

But once you fell asleep, he snuck out.

Things went downhill from there.

Sukuna and his friends drank heavily, and soon he was caught up in the chaos—laughing, dancing, and losing control. While you slept, his friends began posting videos online: Sukuna receiving a lap dance, drunk and kissing another girl, clearly high and out of his mind.

When you woke up, you reached over to find his side of the bed cold and empty. You thought he had left early for work. But then your phone started blowing up with messages from friends and strangers alike. Your heart pounded as you unlocked it and opened Instagram, only to see the posts.

One after another, each post felt like a knife to your chest—Sukuna smiling lazily, his hands on another woman, his lips brushing hers. You could see the flashing lights, hear the blaring music, and feel the sting of betrayal in every picture and clip. Your fingers trembled, and your vision blurred with tears as you watched in disbelief.

The room felt like it was spinning. You tried to steady yourself, but the weight of it all was crushing. How could he do this to you, especially after you had been so open, so vulnerable about your feelings? After he had promised to stay?

You had told him, in the heat of making up, that this was his last chance. You were clear: if he messed up again, you were packing your things and going back to the States. He had looked you in the eyes and promised. And yet, he still went and did this.

Meanwhile, Sukuna was still sleeping, his head pounding and the room spinning. He didn’t remember a damned thing the night before. He remembered sneaking out, thinking he’d make it back before sunrise, slip back into bed, and act like nothing happened. You were just being too dramatic, he thought. You’d told him how you didn’t like his friends, that they hated you and were trying to break the two of you up. He’d laughed it off as paranoia. Crazy talk.

He vaguely remembered drinking a shot—just one—and after that, things got hazy. He didn’t believe for a second that his friends would spike his drink.

No, they’d never do that… right?

But now, as he blinked his eyes open, he realized something was very wrong. Next to him was a woman he didn’t recognize, definitely not you. The sunlight was streaming through the window, and panic shot through his body like a jolt of electricity. His heart raced as he sat up, the events of the night before still a foggy blur.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered under his breath, his mind starting to piece together the fragments. You two had just made up—how could he have been so reckless?

Sukuna fumbled for his phone, his hands shaking. The screen lit up, showing the time: 12:46. His heart sank even further. He really had messed up this time. The battery was about to die, a thin red line warning him he had little time left. He glanced around, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar room.

What confused him most was that he was still in his clothes from the night before. A small relief—at least he hadn’t slept with the woman next to him. But that didn’t matter much, did it? He was still in bed with another woman, a stranger, and that alone was enough to shatter whatever trust you had left in him.

His head throbbed with a dull, pounding pain, a mix of alcohol and regret. He desperately needed water, but his feet felt glued to the floor. As he forced himself to sit up, the room seemed to spin around him. He rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the fog of the hangover, but his mind remained a jumbled mess.

He checked his phone again, scrolling through the flood of messages, but your name wasn’t among them. No missed calls, no texts, no messages. Just silence.

It took you two hours to get yourself to function properly. When something traumatic happened, you had this tendency to just shut down. No crying, no shouting—just silence. You couldn’t even talk right now. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall, your mind numb. The pain was so immense that it felt like nothing at all, a hollow void where your heart should be.

Slowly, you got up, moving like you were underwater, every step heavy and disjointed. You made your way to the bedroom closet and grabbed a suitcase, your hands moving on autopilot. You began packing everything you owned in this place, methodically folding clothes, stacking books, gathering small, personal items that had once made this space feel like home. Now, every object felt like a weight dragging you down.

You didn’t remember much from those moments, only flashes of despair and confusion. Your mind was clouded, a fog of grief settling over you. All you knew was that you wanted to disappear, to somehow escape the unbearable ache in your chest.

How could this happen? Why? The questions repeated in your mind, over and over, like a broken record. Were you not enough? Was he cheating this whole time?

Your thoughts spiraled into a dark place, each one more suffocating than the last. The silence of the room pressed in around you, amplifying every doubt, every fear. You felt lost in a sea of uncertainty, desperately searching for something to hold onto, but finding nothing but emptiness.

You paused for a moment, standing still in the middle of the room, clutching a shirt to your chest. You wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything, but no sound came out. All that filled you was a deep, aching void that left you feeling more alone than ever before.

Just as you finished packing, the door opened, but you didn't flinch. Your fingers continued scrolling through your phone, searching for flight tickets. You didn’t care where it would take you—anywhere but here.

Sukuna stepped inside, his expression a mix of confusion and panic. You didn’t look up. Your face remained calm, almost eerily so, as if you were in a trance. You kept scrolling, your focus entirely on the screen, like it was the only thing anchoring you to reality.

“Where are you going?” he asked, his voice tight with panic. But you said nothing.

Your face was expressionless, your eyes fixed on your phone. He moved closer, desperate now. “Please,” he continued, “can’t we just… talk?”

Finally, you paused, letting out a slow, controlled breath. But you didn’t look at him. Your silence was deafening, more unnerving than any yelling or screaming could have been.

He swallowed hard, sensing the change, feeling the weight of your silence pressing down on him. “I… I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he tried again. "I don’t even remember what happened. I think I was drugged or something..." His voice grew softer, almost pleading now.

You continued to tap the screen, the sound of your fingers the only noise in the room. You found a flight and pressed "book," moving methodically, as if this was just another task on a list. Your calmness was unnerving, like the quiet before a storm.

“Y/N… please,” Sukuna whispered, taking another step forward, but your detachment made him falter.

You finally glanced up at him, your expression unreadable, your voice steady and calm. “I'm leaving,” you said quietly, as if stating a simple fact.

He blinked, stunned by the flatness of your tone. There was no anger, no emotion—just a cold, stark finality. “But… we can work this out,” he stammered, “right?”

You looked back at your phone, as if he were no longer even there. You were done listening, done hoping, done believing. His words were just noise now, meaningless in the face of everything he had broken.

Sukuna was a big man, another reason you had fallen in love with him. Being with him had made you feel so safe, so happy. But when you reached for your suitcase, he finally broke.

He snatched it out of your hand. "No, no, you're not leaving me," he insisted, his voice frantic. "Look, please just listen. I know I lied to you and snuck out, but I swear I would never cheat on you."

You stood still, watching him, his large frame towering over you, his eyes wide with fear and desperation. But your heart felt like ice. You could see the panic in his eyes, hear the tremor in his voice, but it didn’t matter. Not anymore.

His hands gripped the suitcase so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "Please," he begged again, "just… don’t go."

For a moment, you almost felt something—a flicker of the love you used to feel. But it was gone as quickly as it came. “Let go,” your voice is calm and steady.

“No, look, I would do anything,” he blurted out, his voice rising with desperation. “Okay, I see now why you don’t like my friends. I’ll cut them out. I won’t ever talk to another girl again. Just… anything. Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. Please.”

He was a mess, still hungover, his head pounding, his hands trembling. His breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled to keep it together, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He looked so close to breaking down completely.

Why did he make this mistake? Why did he let himself slip up so badly? You had given him a chance, and he had blown it in mere hours. The realization seemed to dawn on him, his face twisting with guilt and regret. His shoulders sagged, and his voice broke. "I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, his tone raw with fear.

But it didn’t matter anymore. Whatever he was offering now felt hollow, too little, too late. Your heart felt heavy, but your mind was made up.

"Let go," you repeated, firmer this time, your eyes locking onto his.

Sukuna's hand fell away from the suitcase as if it weighed a ton, his breath hitching. He wanted to fight, to argue, but the defeat in your eyes left him lost. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, his voice almost inaudible, choking on his own words.

But all you did was nod, a small, almost imperceptible nod, and turn toward the door.

He stood there, his whole world crumbling, as you walked away.

au where suguru doesn't defect but brings home nanako and mimiko one night after a wild mission, wanting nothing more than to make sure the small girls are fed, hydrated, and cozy in a warm bed after what they have faced. he arrives and stops in his tracks when he sees satoru, who just brought home little tsumiki and megumi, and you with tiny yuuta, who has been anxiously hiding behind you ever since you brought him home. you and your boyfriends just stare at each other, all thinking the same thing.

"wow," you say first to break the tension-filled silence, then start laughing. behind you, yuuta relaxes a bit, his shoulders slumping in what you're certain is relief. it's gonna be alright now. i'll be okay.

suguru shrugs with a sheepish smile. "well then." next to him, nanako and mimiko also smile. exhausted, but soft and genuine. no more danger. we're safe here.

"okay!" satoru grins as he claps his hands together. "we'll make things work for now, but it looks like we're going to need a bigger house, yeah?" one of his hands pats tsumiki's shoulder, and the other ruffles megumi's spiky hair. both of them exhale, allowing the tension to leave their bodies. he's a bit crazy, but he won't let anything happen to us. things are finally looking up.

three became eight that night. it's busy and chaotic most days, but you, satoru, and suguru wouldn't change a single thing.

🤣🤣🤣🤣 I'm about to join nanami 🤣🤣🤣🤣

“. . do you . . know what happens after death, sweetheart?”

the words that slipped out of nanami’s lips struck you right in the very depths of your heart.

it stung—a sharp prod that made the very crevices of your mouth twitch. his hands, his once warm and loving hands started to grow abnormally cold. frigid to where you even started to adapt to his chilled temperature.

“no why….” you started, feeling your throat tighten. “why are you asking me that, kento?” you sniffle, tightly interlocking your fingers with his.

he stares at you with a warm smile spreading across his lips.

regardless of his current position, peacefully resting his back against the ground—his inevitable fate had finally caught up to him.

nanami’s breathing patterns changed significantly. everything was so loud, all he could make out through his peripherals was splotches of blur and your pretty worried face. “. . because,” he continues, and his speech was so slow. you could tell he was trying to get every word out, every syllable, every vowel. just for you and only you. “i’m about to find out, my love . .”

your irises focused on him. nothing else, no one else—just him.

you’ve never seen him like this. so pale, so weak, so . . . scared.

his pure emotion, it showed in his eyes. his perfect brown eyes that you never failed to get lost in. for the first time in what was probably forever, nanami felt…scared. he tried his best to conceal it in front of you though. but even his best wasn’t enough, because you probably knew him better than you knew yourself.

“don’t say things like that, kento,” you mutter, already feeling that annoying plump knot rise up in your throat. your breath was shaky, tremble after tremble. “you’re fine. you can get up. we can get up.”

he knew when you said we, you implied that you’d both be walking away together — hand in hand, like in those stupid cheesy movies you’d watch with him every sunday after he gets off work. but alas, reality was quite harsh to face. an even more incredible tough pill to swallow. nanami knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

it was irksome, you had to squeeze your eyes shut to prevent a single tear to roll down your cheek.

nanami’s eyelids were hanging on by a thread, just barely open. he was trying—trying so hard to hang on, a small pout curls against his lips before he huffs out a single breath.

“ah . . forgive me, you’re right,” he says, his thumb swiftly stroking the front of your hand. a single tear escapes past your lower damp eyelid. even his voice sounded different. a voice you grew to love, so sweet and protective. it now sounded incredibly tired. you could hear a slight wheeze between breaths of his. “hey, don’t cry. don’t do that, look at me.”

his voice was so soft, you sniffled—despising the irritating tears that started to run down both sides of your temples. if it was anything nanami couldn’t stand, it was that he couldn’t stand to see the love of his life shed such sweet pitiful tears for him.

you looked at him, watching his eyelids struggle to stay open for you. everything ached, his body didn’t even feel like his own anymore. it was an indescribable feeling from when he got struck, laying against the slick cold floor of the shibuya train station.

“. . d-don’t leave me,” was all you managed to say, your lips was trembling, your heart pounded and you didn’t wanna say goodbye just yet. “kento, i need you.”

“hm? what are you mumblin’ about, sweetheart? ‘m right here.” his voice, it sounded happier.

you furrowed your eyebrows, now finding yourself buried into nanami’s bare chest, damp chin pressing against his pecs and all.

you were here safe and sound, snuggled up all against him, as you should be. it took you a long while to calm down, he’s staring at you with a soft loving gaze—a brief look of concern before you mumble out a, “..kento? are you okay?”

“why wouldn’t i be, baby?” nanami hums, a soft thumb stroking your back. with a relaxed breath, he leans in to plant a gentle kiss near the very tip of your forehead. his touch was forevermore soothing, a touch you never wanted to forget.

you let off a jittery sigh of relief, finally coming to the conclusion that it was another one of your horrid nightmares. you had nothing to worry about.

he was fine.

you were fine,

everything was fine.

. . is what you kept telling yourself.

nanami never told you those words, he didn’t kiss the tip of your forehead or stroke your back lovingly whilst staring into your eyes. the only true unbearable truth was that nanami was gone.

he was gone, and his last words weren’t even “i love you,” or “i’m sorry.” on his fatal dying breaths, nanami’s last words to you while squeezing your hand, sliding a ring into your palm, he rasps out a breathy, “will . . you marry me?”

but before you could tell him yes, he was already gone.

OHHHHH I got the tingles

༉‧₊˚. "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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I love tony

Go ahead and cry, little girl.

 (TONY STARK SMUT)

Run-through: You were furious and offended at the Avenger’s leader, Tony Stark. Because being a new addition to the team, he didn’t believe that you were strong enough yet to fight alongside the others during important missions. And when you went to give him a piece of your mind, things…didn’t really go as planned.

Themes: smut, age gap, language, wee bit of angst, just a wee bit.

a/n: i’ll be glad to hear your thoughts! :)

    To say that you were currently pissed off at Tony Stark would be an understatement. You were way beyond being just mad at the man, you were furious.

Why? Because despite the fact that he recruited you himself, he can’t seem to trust you enough. And he definitely doesn’t believe that you are fitting to accompany the rest of the avengers on a mission.

He always made lame excuses every time you asked him why he wasn’t letting you go. He would say stuff like,

“This one is way too dangerous, you can go on the next one”

“I’m not sure you can handle it, I mean, you do need more training”

“No, we can’t all go, someone has to stay back at the compound”

These were his lame excuses, and you were sick of it. You planned on giving him a piece of your mind, you would tell him that if he can’t bring himself to trust you, then you were leaving to go find your own place to do your own thing.

But you had to wait for him to come back. Why? Because the entire team was out on a mission and they left you alone, with only FRIDAY the AI to keep you company.

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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

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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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