#poc!reader

“yo, chill.”

after the incident about a week ago; after letting yourself freak out about it first, you became pretty content with the fact that you smashed your best friend. despite your perfectly rational fear that things would become awkward after, your friendship remained relatively normal. emphasis on relatively. however, the fact that things didn’t become awkward between you two meant there was absolutely no deterrent against doing it again…. and again, and again.

your roommate wondered why the hell you had overstayed at anton’s by like a lot of days... your friends wondered why you were either late or absent to all the recent gatherings. it was because anton was insatiable. like he couldn’t get up off you.

nestled between your open legs in his bed, anton moved his hips over yours, “i can’t help it. when you touch me, i’m instantly hard. it’s like muscle memory.”

“ou, don’t do that.” you sighed out, trying to ignore the heat pooling between your thighs, “i-i need to get— i have to meet my friends.”

he whined in response grinding down into you, “i know, i know. i won’t keep you long…”

“toni…” you knew and he that he was full of shit. but the featherlight feel of his lips brushing your neck pushed all the rational thoughts out of your head. “okay, okay, fine.”

with your permission, anton’s mouth was immediately on yours, kissing you all sloppy and holding your neck to keep you in place. slowly, he continued humping into you and you wrapped your legs around his waist, crossing them at the ankles.

“fuck, you’re so— you feel warm. i could cum like this.” anton whimpered.

you held onto his shoulder, “wait, i want you inside me…”

didn’t you have somewhere to be..?

already sitting up to strip his clothes, anton laughed, “don’t you have somewhere to be, though?”

you rolled your eyes as you started pulling down your leggings. “just— let’s just not ask questions right now.”

through hooded eyes, you watched as anton pushed his boxer briefs down, letting his dick spring up against his lower ab. you were expecting him to start teasing you. anything but the way he immediately leant down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your pussy.

“i could never get tired of doing this…”

you slid your fingers into his soft hair, tugging gently and sighing heavily. “anton, please.”

“hm? give me a second.” the sound of anton humming vibrated through his lips around your clit, making your eyes roll back. “i’m tryna get you wet for me.”

“i already am—” you whined desperately but anton continued with no remorse.

he flattened his tongue against your pussy, licking a long stripe upwards and your hips bucked into his mouth. “this pretty pussy tastes so good…” moaning against you, he pushed his tongue inside of you and with each twitch of your hips, your clit bumped against his nose. you were so overwhelmed with pleasure that you felt tears start to well up in your eyes. it took everything in him to pull away, but he was feeling like if he didn’t fuck you soon? he could die.

anton tapped his dick against your now puffy pussy lips a couple times before sliding in with comfortable ease. you immediately had to dig your nails into him. he should not have gotten you that close.

anton pressed a kiss just below your earlobe, “i’m gonna put it in, okay, baby?”

you nodded at him and he rubbed his tip against your sensitive clit before finally bottoming out inside of you with a quiet moan, immediately starting to roll his hips into yours with rhythmic ease.

“fuck, you’re wet… does it feel good?”

wrapping your legs around his waist, you nodded.

“yeah? it feels good? let me rub that clit, baby.” he sat upright on his knees, still fucking into you and started rubbing small circles on your bundle of nerves, making you cry out.

“anton—” you cut yourself off with a low moan.

“you feel so fucking good around me.” anton whined above you, “s-so good to me… hah.”

the sound of his hips smacking into the backs of your thighs grew louder as his thrusts be came more shallow and irregular. he was making it very clear that he was getting close.

“are you gonna cum for me, toni?” you stroked his hair and his face contorted in pure pleasure. he couldn’t answer you.

“please?” you pecked his lips and he couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling back. the tip of his dick pushing against that spongy spot inside you with each thrust had him weak. you wanted nothing more in this moment than for him to cum inside you, because you knew the noises he would make could finish you off.

anton was resilient; determined to keep going for you. he leant forwards again, shifting his weight onto his hands and expertly grinding his hips into yours. this however gave you the perfect angle to start kissing at his shoulders, the crook of his neck, his jaw, his face. he knew it was coming. or was hoping at least. anton opened his mouth slightly and again, your lips met his in a fervent kiss.

he attempted to muffle his moans against your lips but it was no use for him. he was already there. anton pulled his lips away from yours to release a string of high pitched moans and curses as his hips stuttered against you. the friction of his pelvis against your clit triggering your own orgasm.

“anton—”

“mmph.. f-fuck, i’m cumming. i’m cumming for you.” anton’s brows were furrowed in pure pleasure as he fucked his warm load into you. “fuck, baby, take my cum… just like that.”

anton’s body fell limp on top of yours. you gently dragged your nails up and down his back, laughing at the way he twitched as a result.

“toni… you sound so pretty.”

anton breathed out a shy laugh. “stop. i’m embarrassed.” he was breathless.

you let out a content sigh, allowing your eyes to dart around to the clock on your wall. yeah, no way you were making it to whatever plans you had. you were gonna have to start making up some excuse real fast because you knew this wasn’t going to be the last time this happened. nor did you want it to be.

Sharon's talking at him but when he notices you approaching, he stops paying her attention and just watches you. He reaches his hand out to you once you're in touching distance, and you take it, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the physical contact.

"Hey, beautiful," He utters, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer. "How you doing?"

"Good," You reply, looking up at him with a small smile. "Just on my way to get a drink, so thought I'd stop by and say hi."

"How sweet of you," Bucky says, his lips curling up as he looks you up and down. "Cute costume."

"I was hoping to be Shaggy, but Gwen already called dibs," You tell him. "So, I had to settle for Daphne."

"I've always been more a Velma guy, but all of a sudden I'm Daphne's biggest fan," He replies with a wink, before looking around the room. "Is there a Fred somewhere I need to fight?"

With a snort, you glance over at the middle of the room where Thor, in his Fred costume, is dancing with Gwen. "I think he's distracted," You whisper in Bucky's ear. "We might get away with it."

"Think Superman has Fred beat?" He asks you with a smirk, glancing at your lips.

"Superman beats Fred, sure," You say teasingly. "But Bucky beating Thor is a different ballpark."

"You wound me," He says, nudging your hip. "I think he's warming to me, anyway. He offered to get me a beer, earlier."

"That is very good progress," You say with a wide smile.

"I think I deserve a reward," Bucky claims. "I was very polite to the guy in a couple's costume with my girl."

Both of you agreed to keeping the fact that you're dating under wraps for the time being - Bucky's well known on campus and you'd rather not be at the centre of all the gossip - but that doesn't mean you can't flirt or share a dance at a party. It would be obvious to anyone who paid enough attention that the two of you have something going on, but luckily for you, nobody seems to care enough to make a big deal of it.

Sometimes you think it might not mean much to him - your relationship - but then he calls you things like my girl and you melt into the idea of him wanting you as much as you want him.

"Do you want a drink?" You ask, resting your hand on his abdomen.

"Nah, I'm good for now, baby, thank you," Bucky replies, before leaning down and giving your cheek a soft kiss. "Have you thought about it, yet?"

Pulling back, you frown. "About what?" You ask him.

"Sleeping over," He explains. "Would be much easier for you to just crash upstairs... with me."

With a grin, you pat his chest. "I'm not that kind of girl, Barnes; not without dinner, at least," You tease, making his face fall as concern and regret swim in his eyes.

"I didn't mean like that- I just meant if you wanna stay," He claims quickly. "Not to do anything. We can just sleep."

"Hmm, like the other night, with your face in my boobs?" You ask with narrow eyes, to which he chuckles.

"I wouldn't be adverse to a little boob-pillow action," Bucky says with a shrug, pink tinging his cheeks. "But seriously. Feel free to stay. Gwen can, too."

"Oh, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" You ask with a raised brow.

"In a platonic way," Bucky says with a laugh, pulling you in and wrapping his arms around you. "You really do look gorgeous tonight, by the way."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure that's what you say to all the girls," You mumble against his chest before pulling back. "I'm gonna go get that drink. If you're lucky, I'll come grab you for a dance later."

"Tease," He whispers with a grin, kissing your cheek again before releasing you from his grip.

The kitchen is busy, but you manage to make your way to the fridge where you grab a canned cocktail. Just as you turn to make your way back out into the living room, though, you're faced with Sharon Carter, dressed as Supergirl.

"Hi!" She chirps with a perky smile. "Ugh, love your costume."

"Uh... thanks," You reply dully, confused by her presence. She's never spoken to you before, let alone so politely.

"Can we talk?" She asks, not bothering to wait for your response before she grabs your arm and leads you towards the back door. "Maybe outside where there's less people?"

Utterly baffled by what's happening, you have no choice but to let yourself be taken into the backyard, where there's a few people smoking in a corner. Sharon takes you towards the shed at the back of the yard, where she lets out a sigh.

"It's about time we had a conversation, right?" She says, baffling you further.

"It is?" You ask before taking a long sip from your can.

"Of course - y'know, seeing how you've been hanging out with Jamie, recently," She says before gasping. "Oh. I mean Bucky. That's his first na-"

"Yeah, I know," You cut in, sick of her patronizing tone. "Cut the shit, Carter. What do you want?"

Her smile falters but she keeps up the perky tone. "Well, I just wanted to talk to you, girl-to-girl, about you and Ja- Bucky," She explains. "I know you and him have been seeing each other, and I didn't want you to get the wrong idea."

Ah. Right. This is the part where she assures you that there's nothing there between her and Bucky anymore and that even though they're friends, you have nothing to worry about.

"I don't want you to be lead on, or made to think that there's a genuine future between you and him," She goes on to say, throwing you for a loop.

What the fuck?

"Excuse me?" You utter, once again baffled. She said it with such a casual tone that you'd wondering whether you heard her wrong.

"I know it's really fun getting to know him and spending alone time with him," Sharon continues. "But you shouldn't get too invested."

Okay. So, this is the part where she warns you that he's a player and will only break your heart like he did hers two years ago. She's just trying to protect your feelings - warning you, girl-to-girl, that Bucky has fuckboy tendencies.

"Thanks, Sharon, but I can look after myself," You say with a nod. "I appreciate you giving me a heads-up, but I know what I'm getting myself into, and Bucky isn't the same guy he was when he was 18."

Now it's her turn to look confused. "I know better than anyone how much he's matured and grown since then," She tells you pointedly. "He's a good guy with a good heart."

Okay, what the actual fuck is going on?

"Sharon, I won't lie, I'm really fucking confused right now," You admit bluntly. "What are you trying to say exactly?"

She lets out a long sigh. "I didn't want to be the one to tell you this, but if nobody else is going to, then I can't stand by and watch you get attached to him, knowing the truth," She explains.

"And what is the truth?" You ask, narrowing your eyes at her.

"You're not his type," She says simply. "You're a pretty girl, nobody's denying that, but your features just aren't what Bucky wants long-term. Do you know what I mean?"

Your blood runs cold. "No, Sharon, I don't know what you mean," You say, refusing to make this conversation easy for her. "Please, do explain."

"All you have to do is look at his history to see the pattern. I was his first girlfriend at college, and the other girls he's dated since have been... well, like me. Yelena, and Carol. I mean, he's probably more compatible with your friend Gwen than you," She says with a casual laugh. "I'm sure he's attracted to you - he isn't blind. But you're more like a novelty than girlfriend material for him. You're like, exotic fruit, you know? The novelty only lasts so long."

Your fingers twitch.

"And once he's had his fun, he'll be back with... someone who looks more like me," Sharon adds, and undeniable look of smug pride on her face. "It's just natural. It's what he's drawn to. So, yeah, just wanted to talk to you quickly about that so you aren't too blindsided in a couple of weeks. You can cosplay as Daphne all you like, but under the costume... yeah."

With that, she squeezes your shoulder and walks back towards the house, leaving you there in the cold to process her words. Snapping out of your shock, you turn and yell at her back, "Superman and Supergirl are cousins, by the way!"

She doesn't hear you- or at least pretends like she doesn't.

It's a rough walk back inside. Each step feels heavy with traumatic memories of when you were younger, having to deal with shit from girls like Sharon every single day at school. You've done so well to move on from that trauma, to build up your confidence and be proud of who you are and what you look like, but with one five minute conversation, all that confidence and pride has been sucked out like a deflated balloon.

You stick to the walls when you get in. Gwen wonders why you aren't in the middle of the dance floor with her anymore, but you tell her you feel a headache coming on and she accepts that excuse. The party feels smaller. Tighter. Like everyone's looking at you and thinking the same thing - you're different. You don't look like us.

It's not true - there's plenty of people here who look like you. This isn't your small-town school. But your brain is refusing to accept logic as it convinces you that you're a speck of dust on a blank canvas. A wine stain in the carpet.

"Hey, beautiful."

His voice pours through your burning thoughts like cool water.

"What's wrong?" Bucky asks, coming closer, shielding your body from the rest of the room with his. "You okay?"

A slow nod is all you can muster, but it isn't enough to convince him.

"Let's go talk upstairs, yeah?" He suggests before taking your hand and gently leading you through the crowd and towards the staircase.

Once you're in his bedroom, he shuts the door and sits you down on his bed.

"I'm okay," You assure him, not wanting him to be worried. "Just a little... thrown."

"Thrown?" Bucky repeats, sitting down next to you and placing his hand on your back where he rubs comforting circles.

"Yeah, I just... something really weird happened," You tell him, looking down at your hands. "It just threw me. I wasn't expecting to feel like this ever again."

"Did someone say something?" He asks, his brows furrowing. "Do something?"

You lift your chin up and your eyes meet his. His narrow slightly.

"Who?" He whispers, his jaw clenching.

A dry laugh escapes your throat. You hate that she's got you feeling like this. "Sharon," You admit, watching his face fall. "She just, uh... said something really weird to me."

"What did she say?" He asks, his free hand holding yours.

You take in a deep breath, not sure how he's going to take it. What if Sharon was right? What if, even it's just subconsciously, Bucky doesn't see himself in a long-term relationship with someone who isn't white?

"Talk to me," He mumbles softly, not wanting you to get lost in your thoughts.

"Uh... she brought up the whole... race thing," You find yourself saying, unable to speak plainly as a sheen of shame coats your skin.

"Race thing?" Bucky repeats, pure confusion on his face. "What do you mean?"

A sigh leaves your mouth as if you're frustrated at him for not understanding straight away - but that's not fair on him. Sick of beating around the bush, you give it to him straight. "Sharon said you wouldn't settle down with a girl who isn't white, essentially," You tell him bluntly. "I'm not your type, and you're only dating me for the novelty."

His lips part but he doesn't say anything straight away. After a few seconds, he incredulously sputters, "What? The fuck?"

"I don't know; she framed it like she was doing me a favor by telling me I'm not your type," You continue, fiddling with your thumbs. "That you're gonna end up with someone who looks like her. Not me."

Bucky covers his face with his hands. "What the fuck?" He whispers, his voice muffled.

"I actually think she used the words exotic fruit," You tell him, making him snort.

"Holy fuck, this isn't funny, but that's just fucked up," He says, moving his hands down and looking at you. The look on his face is that of pure bewilderment. "You know that that's complete bullshit, right?"

His reaction has quelled your fears, so you link your arm in his, holding his bicep close to your chest. "It just kinda reminded me of high school," You admit. "I grew up in a very white town and went to a very white school, so I stuck out like a sore thumb. I was the butt of every joke - I was an insult. The boys would tease each other by accusing each other of having a crush on me. The girls wanted nothing to do with me."

"That's awful," Bucky whispers, placing his right hand on your knee.

"Then when we got a little older and I... developed, I started getting attention from some of the boys," You go on to say. "But I was always a secret. They couldn't admit to anyone that they were seeing me. Their friends would never let them live it down, so they'd make fun of me in school then take me on a date in the next town over."

Bucky says nothing, letting you speak.

"But then I came to college, and suddenly I'm in this diverse environment, and boys are loudly and proudly flirting with me," You say, a small smile growing on your lips. "It was hard to get used to at first. And the girls were nice. I met Gwen, and she didn't look down on me or see me as different. She just asked if she could borrow the skirt I was wearing. I was finally normal. But tonight... the conversation with Sharon felt like a cold bucket of water was poured over me. Like the bubble popped. I was in school again, being told I was less than, and that I didn't look right. I'll get over it, eventually, I'm just a little... shocked. I didn't think someone would be that racist to my face again now that I was out of that backwards town."

His brows are furrowed together and his gaze is on the carpet. It's clear that he's upset, deep in thought while absentmindedly rubbing comforting circles on your back. After a few moments, he finally speaks. "I'm so sorry," He utters, meeting your eyes.

"You don't need to apologise on her behalf," You whisper, squeezing his leg.

He lets out a sigh through his nose. "I'm gonna talk to her," He decides firmly.

"Bucky, you don't have-"

"No, she can't get away with that. What she said is horrific," He says, shaking his head.

"She wants you back, if that isn't obvious," You point out.

He rolls his eyes at that. "I thought I made it clear to her that we're never happening again," He grumbles.

"Whatever. Let's stop talking about her," You request. "You can talk to her tomorrow if you really want to. I just want to have fun with you tonight."

"Yeah," He whispers, before a look of disgust reappears on his face. "No, you know what? She has no idea what she's talking about. I lived in Brooklyn my whole life and she thinks I've only ever dated white girls? Where's she got that idea from?"

"Buck-"

"I'm not trying to prove something to you, I'm just... it's crazy to me," He says, running a hand through his hair. "She doesn't know me at all. She's just some girl I dated for a couple months in freshman year."

"I know," You say simply.

He looks back at you, his eyes filled with concern. "Fuck. I'm making this about myself, aren't I?" He asks you. "I'm sorry. I don't care what she says or thinks about me, I'm just pissed that she tried to hurt you or make you doubt how I feel. And that she said those awful things."

Leaning into his side, you trail your fingers over the big, yellow S on his chest.

"Fuck," He repeats with a whisper, anxiety dripping from his tone.

You grab his hand, not wanting him to feel guilty for something he had no part in.

"I just..." Bucky begins, holding your hands in his. "I really, really like you. I know I'm not exactly good at hiding that; I've been begging you to be my girlfriend for weeks, but... I just really don't want to fuck this up."

You smile, nudging his shoulder. "I trust that you won't," You tell him honestly, before giving his lips a soft kiss.

"And for what it's worth," He says, stroking your knee. "I don't have a type. At least, not a physical one. And if I did, you'd be exactly it."

"Good to know," You whisper, before tilting your head. "I think I've made my decision."

"About what?" Bucky asks with a frown while stroking your hair.

"I'm gonna stay the night," You tell him. "Shall we go back downstairs?"

His jaw clenches for a split second at the thought of returning to where Sharon is, before he squeezes your knee. "It's up to you, beautiful," He says. "Personally, I'm ready to get out of this suit. It's tight."

"No, you're definitely staying in it for at least another hour," You say teasingly, trailing your finger down his chest to his yellow belt.

"Oh?" He raises a brow with a proud smirk. "Is that right, Daphne?"

"Damn right, Superman," You reply. "The suit stays on."

With a wide grin, he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap. "Whatever you say, ma'am."

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sweat trickled down his forehead as his hand quickly found it’s way to his groin, palming himself through the seemingly thin material of his shorts as he kept his eyes locked on you. you watched him with a slight smirk on your face, it was very amusing watching The Spiderman stand in front of you, playing with himself as he was desperate for any kind of relief. you crossed your arms as you looked him up & down before grabbing his hand, leading him into your shared bedroom.

"you wanna cum?" you asked— teased him as you pushed him onto the bed, crawling on top of him & straddling his hips as you took off your shirt, your nipples hardening due to the cool contact of the air. his eyes immediately fell upon your perky breasts as he nodded quickly before answering, "yes, mommy!" he said, "i wanna cum, i wanna make you feel so fucking good.." he whimpered, his clothed cock twitching against your pussy, making you bite your lip as you started grinding down on him.

"let's see how fast mommy can make you nut, yeah?" you smirked, leaning down & placing a gentle kiss on his abnormally hot forehead. "god, baby, you’re burning up!" you said with faux surprise, your hand quickly making its away to his throat before giving it a firm squeeze. you continued to grind down on his crotch as you stared at his face twist with pleasure.

"mmn- fuck, mommy!" he moaned aloud, gripping at your hips as the tight grip around his neck & you grinding down on his hypersensitive cock made him see stars. "oh, that feels so good, doesn’t it?" you asked him, grinding faster on him as the pleasurable sensation on your clit started to grow. "m-mhm!" he hummed in delight as his cock started to throb violently. "mommy, i'm sooo close, please let me cum!" he said as he tried his best to look at you but the pleasure always sent his eyes back to his brain.

"you sure you wanna cum?" you asked, slowing down your pace which made his grip around your hips tighten more, "please, mommy, please don't stop!" he begged, bucking his hips upward which made you both moan out simultaneously. you tightened your grip around his neck which made a strangled whine come out his mouth as his cock started to twitch uncontrollably. he could barely breathe but it felt soo good. as he gasped for air, you continued to grind on him as you felt your orgasm building up.

he continued to hump you from underneath until one of his hands traveled to your breast, his fingers gently pinching one of your nipples which made you arch into his touch while you bite your lip. "look at you, so fucking pathetic." you laughed at him, smacking his face gently before letting go of his neck, making him immediately gasp for air but that’s not what he wanted.

"no!" he yelped, grabbing your hand & guiding it back to his neck, "more, please.." he said, looking up at you with those shiny bright eyes. "who knew friendly neighborhood spiderman was such a whore behind closed doors?" you laughed in his face before doing what he asked, choking him. "ohgodohgodohgod!" peter moaned, closing his eyes tightly as he tried to fight his orgasm, waiting for your command. "oh, you’re such a good boy!~" you coo’d, now slamming down on him as if you were riding him, "cmon, cum for mommy.." you groaned as your own orgasm started to build up.

with that command, he tensed up as came, his nut leaking through the thin material of his shorts & leaving a damp white spot. "good boy!~" you praised him but continued to keep your grip around his neck,

!Audio caution: I find a majority of these clips with audio muted; Apologies for potential cringe audio!

STEVE:

He can almost fit all the way (PinV)

Christening his new car (PinV)(POC)

He invented you over for an 'experiment'(Reddit)(mlm)(Frotting)(lil hairy Steve canon)

-Pt.2 (Reddit)(thigh job)(mlm)

He wanted to try something out (fem reader)(thigh job)

Loser Steve Lasting 2 seconds (Solo Male)(PinV)(Toy)

Sub Steve (Face sitting/oral fem receiving)(Domme caption)

Bored on your free time (face sitting/oral fem receiving)

Literal Toy Review (no speaking)(Solo Male)(Toy)

He loves those damn socks on you (PinV)

EDDIE:

His new toy (Reddit)(Solo Male)(toy)

Nearly a morning routine at this point (PinV)(POC)

Just one more inch (PinV)

Waynes poor couch (PinV)

Slow and smooth (PinV)

You wanted to try out the maid outfit (PinV)(POC)

Straight shooter (Solo Male)(c-m)

Hyperspermia 2 (c-m)

You both have a day off (PinV)

Sub Eddie(tit sucking/handjob)(Dommie/sub caption)

Excited about your new aptment together(PinV)

JONATHAN:

Easy morning (Reddit)(PinV)

He likes seeing how desperate you get (gn?)(no genitalia shown)

Helping him get ready for work (Domme caption)(handjob)

So needy in the morning (fingering/fem receiving)

DUSTIN:

Tight (PinV)

You're fav seat in the house (fem receiving-oral)(face sitting)

He knows every spot (PinV)(a-s play)

No such thing as 'too long' (PinV)(stomach bulge)

-pt.2(PinV)

You like hearing how heavy it is (PinV)(pu--y slapping but not with his hand)(POC)

You had to beg him to spank you because he 'didn't want to hurt you' (PinV)(Spanking)

On full view for him (PinV)

You make it look so easy (PinV) -pt.2(POC)

You both got bored of the TV (PinV)(POC)

Christmas morning (PinV)(slight degradation in caption)

Sleepy s-x is so cute (PinV)

MIKE:

-He's asking you to come over (solo male)

Bottom Mike vibes (mlm)(PinA)

His fav view (PinV)

Getting the dorm to yourselves (PinV)(wild ass caption)

Sub Mike Sub Mike (face sitting) -pt.2(smothering him in your chest) -pt.3(oral/fem receiving)

The sheer height of him (PinV)

Cabin vacations (PinV)

Magic Fingers Mike 2 (Fingering/Fem receiving)

-pt.2 -pt.3

I need to see Mike fan art of this asap (Solo Male)

-pt.2

Literally sucking and f-cking(PinV + t!t sucking)

Letting him be the giver (mlm)(PinA)

Imagining him in his gear *sigh*(solo male)(toy)(semi public??)

WILL:

Cuddle sesh (mlm)(PinA) -pt.2 -pt.3

He couldn't sleep (mlm)(PinA)

Gliding right in (mlm)(PinA)

You know just where to hit it (mlm)(PinA)

He's been pent up all day (mlm)(PinA)

Getting the cabin to yourselves (mlm)(PinA)

It looked at you first (mlm)(tbh idk how to tag this one)(probably cnc(fake scenario)?)(you c-m on his a-s)

He likes showing you how desperate he gets (Solo Male)

LUCAS:

Right after graduation (PinV)

He paused his game for this (PinV)

Jusstt right (PinV)(POC)

He got you in a flow state (PinV)

HOPPER:

He wanted to give you a ride home (PinV)

The position hits different (PinA)(mtf/transfem/T4C)

Hopper if he didn't have back problems (PinV)

Just straight up br--ding (PinV)(POC)