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If I ever finish this, it will be due to you singlehandedly (heh) dragging me to the end by the power of ex0rin's law.

"Look at me," Bucky commands. The tone of voice he uses is dark and magnetic. Steve is helpless to do anything but look up at his shadowy face. His full, frowning mouth is in the light, the darkness cutting across it to hide his eyes. Bucky lifts his metal hand to the light. He makes a show of curling his fingers into a fist, and then flexing them out into a stretch. Steve can hear the noises the metal of his hand makes over the sound of his pulse. Bucky holds his hand out away from himself, positioned so he could fight with it. "You want this?" he asks, curling his fingers again, making his hand into the shape of a gun. Steve swallows, his heart in his throat. He looks from Bucky's hand to his face and nods. His mouth is too dry to talk. His cock is too hard for him to protest. He wants this so badly.

(also, so willing to openly discuss this in the gc)

“You gonna come for me?” Gem asks from where she’s perched on the back of Impulse’s thigh, two fingers slicked up, deep inside of him.

Impulse lets out a breath, voice breaking as he moans, and Gem finds herself grinning as he tries to shift beneath her, tries to grind his cock against the mattress.

She moves her hand faster, curls her fingers a little, and his noises get louder, more desperate.

“Gem,” he begs, and she keeps up the pressure until his whole body arches, taking her with it.

Gem already can’t see straight from the amount of cocktails she’s had, and it’s not helped when Impulse gets his hand between her thighs.

“Imp,” she warns, voice barely above a whisper, because they’re in an Uber, because they’re not alone.

But it doesn’t stop him from easing aside the gusset of her panties and grazing her with the tips of his fingers.

She shouldn’t. But she’s not in the business of making good life choices. She spreads her knees a little further apart to give him more space.

Impulse knows Gem’s drunk just from the way her limbs sprawl as she flops backward onto his hotel bed.

But it doesn’t stop him from following after, crowding over her to get his mouth on her collarbone.

She’s only in her bra and skirt, her breasts practically spilling out every time she inhales, and it makes him feel untethered.

“Imp,” she begs and he gets one hand between her legs, knuckles brushing the damp cotton of her panties.

“You want this,” he says, not sure if it’s a question, but she nods nonetheless.

gembo, just the tip - it can be mumbo's fat cock OR maybe gem's got a strap that's a little bit intimidating and mumbo really wants to try it out

(you're getting this because two nights ago you mentioned his dick to me so i know you're a little into it and uh, also you came up with that prompt for me real quick this evening 😏)

“Breathe,” Mumbo reminds her, though Gem’s almost certain she’s doing nothing but breathe as she fights to let him inside.

“Why are you so — ” she tries to say, but can’t get the word big out, too busy moaning as the head of his cock slips inside.

She clamps down around him, thighs squeezing at his hips, the ache almost too much for her.

“I told you you could take it,” Mumbo murmurs, his hand pressed to her belly, so huge that it’s nauseating.

“No more,” she pleads, but he already knows. That was the deal.

hi cara happy wanksgiving hope you enjoy!!!

Impulse had almost said no, had started to pull him back up, saying not to worry, not to bother, when Jimmy looked up, eyes big and wet, and said, “Please.” And he was a goner.

Jimmy’s mouth is warm and wet and talented, as he swallows Impulse to the base with practiced ease. Jimmy is gorgeous, all eyelashes and eagerness. Jimmy moans around him like he could get off on this alone, like his mouth on Impulse’s cock is all he needs. 

Impulse has a hand on her belly, just below the cut of her hips, pressing down hard enough that there’s nothing she can do about it.

Not that she wants to.

He’s fucking her hard and fast with three fingers, spreading her wider than any cock she’s taken before, and when he crooks them, the pressure inside her worsens.

“Imp,” she begs, but it turns into a bitten-off cry as everything peaks, the dam breaking.

She sees his surprise before she realizes what’s happening, wetness spreading across both of them.

There’s dirt in her mouth, under her nails, as she scrabbles at the ground, fighting back the best she can, but Bdubs has her pinned facedown with a hand on the back of her head.

He’s buried deep inside her, giving slow, abortive thrusts as though trying not to come immediately, and in her peripheral vision, she sees Etho — can see the surprise, the need in his expression.

This is the only way it can be if they both want Etho. Bdubs has to be this rough and she always has to hate him.