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[starryknight565]

@izogf

nanabubu

[sogoodtoheritsvicious]

won’t you let an innocent woman be?

summary: news of your engagement has lando spiraling, you and harry amused, and fans very confused

vicious speaks: SURPRISE!! can’t say i’m officially back cause depression is still beating my ass and lowkey winning BUT a burst of inspiration struck while i was randomly listening to ariana and i rushed to get this bonus chapter out. i’m aiming to have the rest of this series up eventually! i really hope this makes up for my absence even just a little bit 🤍

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harrystyles lol

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yourusername lmao, even

⤷ oscarpiastri you guys are so weird

⤷ yourusername JEALOUSY JEALOUSLY

ynharrysthird man got engaged and forgot how to act lmao love this for you

fan oh you’re really leaving nothing for the imagination

⤷ fan2 good for him!

alexandrasaintmleux GET AWAY FROM MY WIFE

⤷ yourusername IT ISN’T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE

⤷ harrystyles it’s exactly what it looks like

⤷ fan3 harry please 😭

fan4 may this kind of love attack me

itsaria you guys are so hot ♥︎ by yourusername

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fan what the fuck

fan2 are you hacked?

fan3 did i just wake up in an alternate universe…🤨

ynharrysthird GET A JOB

ynharrysthird STAY AWAY FROM HER

fan4 what the helly

fan5 am i high? are YOU high?

oscarpiastri wow her engagement’s really fucking with you

fan6 LOSER BEHAVIOR

carlossainz55 am i hallucinating

yourbff carlos told me this was real but i didn’t believe him

itsaria i think i speak for everyone when i say leave her the fuck alone

fan7 you can do so much better than her

fan8 lando this isn’t you

fan9 please don’t let this mean you guys are talking again

alexandrasaintmleux fucking weirdo

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yourusername i’ve already been there, done that, ain’t doing this again

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harrystyles mine

⤷ yourusername all yours 💋

⤷ oscarpiastri nurse they’ve being gross again

ynharrysthird lando pack it up, bitchboy, she’s laughing at you ♥︎ by author

fan1 oh if i was lando i’d kill myself

fan2 imagine fumbling her

⤷ gemmastyles my brother can’t relate

⤷ yourusername GEMMA 😭

⤷ fan4 i’m crying

itsaria rejected via ariana lyrics, iktr 😌 ♥︎ by author

fan5 lando: haven’t heard back yet but i’m hopeful. ball’s in her court. yn: watch this.

fan6 you’re such a bitch, i have no idea why he would want you back

alexandrasaintmleux exactly 😌😌

fan7 MOTHER

carlossainz55 get him again for me

⤷ fan8 always at the damn scene of the crime 😭

⤷ fan9 dkfkgjs

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gemmastyles CUTIES

⤷ annetwist truly adorable x

fan1 just preparing for the wedding of the century, nbd.

harrystyles 🤍

yourusername oh wow, i had no idea you caught this 🥹

⤷ annetwist you were too into each other ☺️

fan2 they’re sooo lovely

ynharrysthird MY SHAYLAS

fan3 that first dance is gonna be so precious 🫶🏼

fan4 omg does this mean the wedding’s soon?

alexandrasaintmleux my loves 💞

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[sainz100]

more gabico from the fan forum 💚💚

[aventoru]

Hello 👋 im new to your blog and saw that one post, i really liked it XD, if not a bother, could i request like a simp reader of dan heng/phainon/aventurine/loucha ? Like the reader is such a big simp with them to the point of forfeiting all their mortal possession even if they're broke

Preferably the reader is married to them, this is also my first time requesting, and feel free to ignore no worries! That's all and wish you great luck and day! 🤩💞✨

when you go broke for them

ft. dan heng, phainon, aventurine, luocha

tags : unresponsible financial decisions, reader goes broke, excessive spending (help)

a/n : this was kind of fun to write considering i went a bit out of control in 2018 to collect bts merch...reader and i can be broke tgt LOL anyways enjoy reading!!

DAN HENG

he’s very concerned at your lack of financial responsibility

is always speechless when you pay for everything and buys anything he briefly glances at, after all he’s not used to being spoiled like this

“you deserve all the love in the world!!” you say as you give him a stack of treats your bought from the xianzhou luofu. he can only stare in shock.

will definitely reprimand you for your crazy spending habits and even pull out some info from the archive for you to read

at the end of the day, he makes sure to reassure you drill into your head that he doesn’t need all this material stuff and he still loves you even if you don’t spend money on him

“you don’t have to do all this for me” “i know, but i want to”

once you actually go broke broke, he decides to step in and put the reigns on your money

tells you he’s gonna handle all the finances from now on and you gladly hand it all over to him (he doesn’t know whether to be relieved or frightened at your compliance)

eventually you tone down the gifts and he even spoils you sometimes, although you still go overboard for special events and anniversaries<3

PHAINON

he’s broke, so to have someone spend money and dote on him makes him feel special and super grateful

you love seeing the blush on his face every time you give him a cute keychain or small trinkets you’ve bought

also, you’re the first ever person to buy him FLOWERS (yes, FLOWERS) and he lowkey tears up omg

anyways, what he doesn’t know is that you’re slowly going broke due to your excessive spending on him, and you don’t tell him either because you know he’s going to be unhappy

he finds out eventually once you’re unable to afford present for him anymore

does reprimand you for spending so much on him while reassuring you that it’s okay to cut down on the gifts, just your love and company is enough for him anyway

you two spend time with each other, finding things to do that express your love without having to spend so much money

once you’re financially stable again, you do give him presents but only once in a while, and he’s learned to do the same for you

AVENTURINE

you two spoil each other; it’s a back and forth in your relationship, and you both love gift giving

you buy him jewelry, matching fits, amazing food and he buys you luxury goods and takes you on vacations

the only difference is that he’s got infinite money and you don’t…

so, you go broke eventually (💔) and now you feel bad because you don’t have anything left to give him

he’s slightly concerned by your spending habits but let’s be fair, his habits are probably worse since he has more money than he knows what to do with

his solution? he tells you to use his black card to buy him gifts 😭

you comply, because it was never about flexing or showing off money, it was always about seeing his face light up after receiving your surprise gifts

of course, you make sure to pay him back properly after your salary starts coming in again

and to avoid such a situation from repeating, he teaches you how to manage your finances (although, you don’t need to worry that much since he has SO MUCH money)

LUOCHA

i feel like he’s definitely the type to use luxury items, like you can feel the designer on him

he’s very subtle about his wealth, but you quickly find out once you date (and then marry) him

you’ve always had this unresistable urge to spoil him, so what better way than to shower him with designer goods?

he doesn’t say it out loud or express it very well but you can tell he’s happy (at first…)

eventually things get overwhelming since you keep giving him new gifts before he even touches the old ones

he does NOT want to know where you get the money to buy him such things

and he definitely becomes concerned because he knows how expensive these items are

when he asks interrogates you about it, you crack and admit that you’ve fully gone broke due to your uncontrollable love for him

he sighs and reprimands you firmly, making sure you understand how to be financially responsible

“if you keep doing this, i won’t accept your gifts and return them instead” “i understand…”

seeing how serious he was, you definitely tone it down from now on, and he buys you designer instead (so it’s a WIN-WIN!!)

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[edenfire]

Hey have you seen the new p5 mini figures? Joker and Akechi are literally looking at each other. You can see it on atlus official instagram.

HELLO???? OH MY GOSH🥺🤲💗💗💗💗

thank you for letting me know about these, anon!! they are so precious omg im screaming crying throwing up😭😭💗💞💘💘

and every single other character has their eyes closed except for shuake omg

[ellathedraqon]

I had to make something for pridemonth..

Yuri😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💞💞💞💞💞

Ignore how ass it is ermm I had to get it out of my system it's just a doodle I swear

[cambrysissycaptions]

Twiddling my lil baby girly girl nub while thinking about my Daddy @whiteboi-inferiority is ALWAYS like such a fun time but it’s the absolute BESTIEST when he’s messaging me

He instructed me to post about it today so as a good lil fairy princess for him here I am hehe

What really took me over the edge today was thinking about being manhandled by him! My new sparkly princess nails wrapped around his big hunky manly body finding their way blindly to his massive and superior HOG that makes my little dinky seem completely and utterly inferior in every way and shaking my girly bimbo ass for him and grinding it up against him so he knows I’m allllll his hehe

Just waiting for my KING to come and kidnap his lil princess fairy bimbo dumb dumb and take me away to be his to use however he pleases!!

FOREVA AND EVA! 💞🤭😳🥰🫣😇😭💋

[rizdoodles]

woah.. is that a creature

Omg oomfie that’s so cute 😭💝💥💥💥 my heart is exploding⚰️💞

He would totally do that fr!!!🐦‍⬛🔥🔥🔥

Marwin keeps a lot of unexpected animals in his room and gave them all the most ridiculous names, (I’ll show them later) and one of them is this little white puppy named “General Munchkin🐕🤍”

[literallypyro]

I FINALLY FOUND A TF2 BLOG IM SO HAPPYYY 😭🙏💞💞💞

Can you do headcanons for the mercs, with a reader who's a good cook, basically welcomes them with their favorite foods and drinks when they came back from a battle because she loves all of them very much🍔😚.

(hope this isn't much)

Because of the way this is worded, I'm assuming it's not all separate like I usually do them. So I'll just be writing down random headcanons as they come to me in no specific order

To make this easier on myself, I made this in the context of you used to fight on the team, but after it being deemed unfair for one team to have more people, you took up a job as being a housekeeper of sorts. Like a house spouse but without being married to any of them. You do regular household chores all day and make meals for the mercs, but you only got that job because you asked. How could you possibly leave this darling little band of misfits?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

It's a piece of cake

-Even though you were literally getting paid for what you do, they still wanted to show their gratitude. You didn't have to take up that job, after all

-It made them happy to have someone there who would do the chores they just didn't want to. However, they never treated you like a servant

-I mean, obviously, right? They still treated you as a part of the team

-Especially on the nights when you'd make their favorite meals. They can't even begin to imagine how much effort it takes to cook nine different meals just the way they like it

-Sometimes the mercs will collaborate, but they usually have their own way of saying thanks

-Scout would wake up earlier than you to make you a nice breakfast before you have to start your day

-Soldier would most likely make you one of his morbid as hell gifts

-Pyro would probably draw you something for you, but they might bake something for you depending on their energy level

-Demo would get you something he saw you eyeing in one of the shops in town

-I feel like Heavy would tell you not to make dinner for yourself and just relax at the end of the day and make your favorite dinner in return

-Engineer, ever practical, would build you something that makes your job easier. There's a small chance he would just make something nice like a little music box or something

-Medic is a bit strange with his gratitude. He would offer to find ways to enhance your skills to make your job quicker and easier, and implement them if you accept. Yes, he obviously has a random person biologically similar to you to experiment on first to make sure he has it right before trying any surgeries on you

-Sniper would give you small handmade gifts, like a wooden charm of your favorite animal. After a while, if there's an animal you like that basically takes care of itself, he'd get you one

-Spy would find out your favorite scent and get you the best body spray of it he can find. Classy brand, but still exactly the way you like it

-Even when they don't have the means of time to do these things, they are so grateful you stuck around. They care about you a lot, and they truly cannot express just how much they appreciate you

-Aside from all that, they are impressed at how skilled you are at cooking. Not only do you whip up dishes from different countries and cultures, but you put the time and effort into learning how to do it perfectly

-They are absolutely floored the first time you present them with their favorite meals all in the same night, each one cooked to fit the respective mercs taste. To make the meals the way they're supposed to be is one thing, but to make them with every change they would personally make is a whole other level

[squidiful]

newlyweds 😭💞💞 so excited for the new card!!

[linhfoxmoive]

My shayla, Ms. Lovelett

Who’s now, a favorite :) (Does it vaguely rhyme..? Help)

this GIRLIE is definitely now one of my favorites though..alongside my all time goat, Janitor, he’s just funny to me :’3

ANYWAYS, guys I think I have a type and it’s women in theatre!! 😍💞

Also I like to imagine the white parts of her clothes, whatever it’s supposed to actually be- To be more of a theatrical kinda style, like Shakespeare! With the fancy stuff around his neck and the sleeve cuffs!! Just a bit more simplified for her fashion at the school, and I guess with some random ah blue sweater she has under it all..furthermore I liek to imagine her dress part is kind of exaggerated to puff out more for the purpose of wanting to show her dramatic-ness..(?) I’m reaching

AND RANDOM THING, SLIGHT SPOILER BUT HEAR ME OUT..Lovelett and that one guy who hides behind the boxes as a father/daughter dynamic pls, where she just bawls her eyes out or constantly bothers the bro back before he went mental.. (Though I mean, I guess she still does go to bother him actually either way lmao 😭)

[fishie-crow-otome]

🥺☹️🥺☹️

We finally get to see Zayne and MC dance together, I’m actually crying oh my god 😭😭

AH MY SYLUS 🥺😭

Until the world falls apart 💞

[spinzakuschicc]

hope this isnt weird, but i saw ur stuff on the hollow knight subreddit—no, im not an avid redditor—and thought it was awesome! Absolutely stunning colors, and i love the lack sexualization of hornet! ok ty. this isn’t a bot i promise 😭

it is NOT weird AT ALL, omg, thanks so much for reaching out on here!!! i'm not rly on reddit either, i like the calm and quiet of tumblr 🤣

this is my first ask ever squeee !! thanks so much for your kind words 💞

you have no idea how refreshing it is to hear that, i've had soo many people tell me stuff like "why does hornet look like a man" and "you do know hornet's a girl, right?" AND IT TAKES AWAY YEARS FROM MY LIFESPAN EVERYTIME I SEE ONE OF THESE

while i get closer to gaining my angel's wings everytime i see someone appreciate a more androgynous look for her 💭☁️🪽🎀🐰

sorry for the rant 🧎‍♀️ have a human hornet doodle as a token of my gratitude 🙏

[buckysleftbicep]

thank you so much sweetheart 😭 and i love you too!!! 💗💕🥰🩷💞💓

in too deep 𐙚 b.b

pairing: dom!new avenger!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, fingering, orgasm denial, publi(ish) teasing, dirty talk do not operate heavy machinery after reading

summary: you told bucky it was your ovulation week and he took that as a challenge. you really, really, should’ve kept your mouth shut. based on this request | requests are open!

word count: 3k

author's note: hi my loves! i had too much fun writing this and i love it so much! i'm so excited to start working on the other requests that i have received 💓. have a great time reading, love ya and stay safe out there!

You should’ve kept your damn mouth shut.

It was just a whisper, a breathy, heat-laced confession, murmured with your face buried against Bucky’s throat last night while straddling his lap.

The compound was quiet, the television playing some netflix movie neither of you were watching. His hand had been sliding slow, comforting circles across your lower back, and your thighs were clenched tight around his hips, slick with want.

You hadn’t meant to say it, but your hormones clearly had other plans.

“It’s my ovulation week,” you breathed, nuzzling against his stubble. Your voice trembled with need, barely a sound. “Everything… feels extra.”

His hand had stopped, just for a second.

Then, danger. Pure danger. The way his fingers tightened possessively at your waist, the low hum he gave in response, and that glint in his eyes, it was not just mischief, his gaze was hungry almost as if he couldn’t wait to claim you.

That’s when you knew you were in trouble.

Now, the next morning, you’re standing in the mirrored gym on trembling legs with a kettlebell in your hand, sweat sliding down your spine, and your boyfriend is watching you like he’s about to drag you into the nearest closet and fuck you into the drywall. Not that you minded though.

He’s leaning against the wall across the mat. Casual on the surface. But the tension in his jaw and the weight in his stare?

It was anything but casual.

His sweatpants hang low on his hips, framing the sharp cut of his v-line and doing absolutely nothing to hide the thick, heavy outline of his cock beneath the cotton. His black tank is soaked through from sparring, clinging to the hard planes of his chest and abs like a second skin.

Bucky's got that calculated look in his eye almost like he’s pretending to assess your form, but really, he’s picturing bending you over the nearest bench and wrecking you six ways from Sunday.

You shift on your feet, stretch your arms overhead, arch just enough to let your back curve and your chest push forward.

If he’s going to tease you, you’ll tease back.

That’s your first mistake.

The second is letting out a moan, quiet, soft, instinctual as you bend down to touch your toes. It was barely audible, but he hears it.

The moment it escapes your lips, his eyes flash. And then, he moves.

Not a walk. A stalk.

He pushes off the wall and prowls toward you across the mat, slow and deliberate, like a wolf scenting its prey.

You straighten up too quickly, nearly dropping the kettlebell.

“Need a spotter?” he drawls, his voice pitched low and lazy, but his eyes rake over you like he’s already got you on your knees. “Or are you just making those noises for fun?”

You swallow, trying to look as unimpressed as possible. “Just warming up.”

He hums, circling behind you.

You feel the heat of him before he touches you, his presence like the sun, warm and overwhelming. You can smell him, too, sweat and cedar and something feral. And then, he kneels behind you, dragging his palms slowly up the backs of your thighs like he’s not in the compound's gym right now.

“Mm,” he murmurs. “We should stretch you out more.”

Your breath catches.

He parts your legs wider, his metal hand sliding between your inner thighs to nudge them open. You gasp as the fabric of your shorts pulls taut across your aching core, the pressure sweet and cruel.

“Bucky—” you whisper, heart racing.

“Shhh.” His breath ghosts over the curve of your ass. “You’re being so good. Standing still like this. Letting me see just how fuckin’ desperate you are.”

His fingers dance under the hem of your shorts, barely grazing your skin. Teasing your soaked, sensitive flesh without mercy, but he doesn’t touch you where you need though. Just close enough to ruin you.

“You’ve been wet since last night, haven’t you?” he murmurs. “Could feel you clenching around nothing when you were grinding on my lap. Bet you soaked through your panties when you slept.”

You tremble, the heat between your legs now unbearable. You want to scream, maybe even cry, perhaps drag him into the supply closet and beg him to fuck you until you can’t walk.

And he knows it.

“You told me it’s your ovulation week dollface” he whispers, voice dark and sinful. “That means this little pussy’s hungry, huh? Just aching to get filled.”

“God, you’re evil,” you whisper through your teeth, trying not to fall apart in front of the squat rack.

He chuckles. Presses a kiss to the side of your thigh. And then—he stands. Just like that.

Leaves you there, shaking, soaked and empty.

You spin around, panting, barely restraining the urge to launch your kettlebell at his head.

Bucky smirks, that infuriating, self-satisfied look that says he’s enjoying your torment a little too much.

“I think Yelena’s done with the sparring mat,” he says, voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “Why don’t you grab it, sweetheart?”

Your face burns and your clit throbs. And Bucky walks off like he didn’t just edge you in the damn compound gym.

You turn and meet Yelena’s smug grin.

She’s still jogging on the treadmill but slows to a bounce-walk as she tosses you a towel. “You look like you need a different kind of workout, sweetheart.”

“Don't.”

Yelena leans on the handrails. “No, no, I’m just saying—” she lifts an eyebrow— “the mat isn’t the only thing that’s going to get stretched out today.”

You throw the towel at her face.

She catches it mid-air, laughing.

“Tell Bucky to let you finish next time,” she calls as you storm off to the locker room, “Or at least let us know so we can film it!”

Somewhere near the dumbbells, Bob chokes on his protein shake.

You don’t even know what this briefing is about.

There’s a map stretched across the table, John is mid-rant about “optimal insertion points,” Alexei’s chewing sunflower seeds with the enthusiasm of a man watching spring training, Ava is checking her knives for the third time, Yelena’s leaned back in her chair, scrolling through her phone, occasionally snorting at whatever she’s watching.

And Bob, well Bob is asleep. 

But none of it matters.

Because Bucky is sitting next to you. And his fingers are buried between your thighs.

From the outside, everything looks innocent. His flesh hand rests gently in your lap, your own placed demurely over his like the two of you are just quietly close, sweet, even.

But beneath the table, where no one can see, his metal hand is sliding past the waistband of your shorts with deliberate, devastating precision.

He doesn’t even pretend to rush. Two thick fingers move in slow, torturous circles over your clit, skimming with maddening pressure, barely enough to satisfy, but just enough to make your legs tremble.

Your breath catches, body frozen in place, every muscle tight with restraint. He knows exactly what he’s doing, how to touch you just right, how to coax those tiny, helpless reactions from you while you try to sit still and pretend you’re paying attention to a goddamn map.

His fingers stroke like he has all the time in the world, like there isn't a room full of operatives around you and a mission briefing happening overhead. A soft whimper curls in your throat and dies behind your teeth.

You squeeze your thighs together, trying to catch more friction, but that only makes him chuckle under his breath, barely audible and smug as sin.

And still, he doesn’t go deeper. Doesn't give you what you're aching for. Just keeps circling, teasing, controlling. Like this is a game, and you’re already losing, pathetically.

You sit stiffly, back ramrod straight, every muscle locked as you try not to make a sound. Your tablet is open in front of you, gripped so tight your knuckles ache and it's the only thing grounding you in this room while your body burns.

He leans in, voice low, lips grazing the shell of your ear. “You’re fuckin’ soaked,” he murmurs, and you can hear the smirk in it. “You really gonna cum in front of the team, princess?”

Your breath hitches. “Bucky,” you whisper, voice sharp like a warning, like a prayer.

He doesn’t stop. If anything, his touch gets lazier. Crueler. His cold vibranium fingers part your folds like he owns every inch of you, and he dips just barely inside, only to pull away, dragging the wetness back up to swirl gently over your clit again.

“You said you needed me,” he continues, brushing his nose against your temple. “Said your body’s beggin’ for it. I’m just helping”

“Are you two doing this again?” Yelena asks flatly, without even looking up. Her tone is dry as dust. “She’s vibrating like she’s possessed, someone get her a snack before she faints.”

You glare daggers at her, but it’s weak, your body is already betraying you.

Alexei squints at you across the table. “I thought she had blood sugar issue”

“She’s ovulating,” Bucky announces casually, not even bothering to lower his voice.

Ava groans. “Jesus, Barnes, you can’t just say that.”

“She told me,” he shrugs, like he’s reading weather reports. “I’m being supportive.”

You make a choked sound as he presses down harder in tight, purposeful circles now, inescapable. Your hips twitch without your permission, Bucky's not even fucking you yet, but you can already feel the orgasm winding tight in your belly like a wire stretched too thin.

“I hate you,” you grind out under your breath, nails digging crescents into your palm.

He turns just enough to meet your eyes, that wicked glint in his blue gaze that makes your lungs seize. “Say that again when you’re cumming on my fingers, pretty girl.”

But he doesn’t let you get there.

Each time your body trembles on the cusp, he pulls back, slows, teasing you with strokes so feather-light they feel like punishment.

You’re soaked, shaking, every inch of your skin flushed with heat. He’s wrecking you in silence, in full view of your teammates, and no one’s the wiser, save for the few who clearly suspect exactly what’s happening under the table.

“Bucky,” you beg, barely audible, lips barely moving. “Please.”

He tilts his head, brushing his mouth over the corner of yours. “Not here, sweetheart.” His voice is velvet, low and dark and dripping with promise. “You wanna be bred, honey? Stuffed full like you’re meant to be?” You whimper, and he smirks. “Then you’ll wait.”

“Okay,” Walker claps his hands like a kindergarten teacher trying to salvage control, clearly frustrated. “Unless Bucky would like to finish fucking his girlfriend under the table, can we maybe circle back to the infiltration routes?”

“Bold of you to assume he hasn’t started,” Yelena mutters, not even glancing up from her screen.

You want the ground to swallow you whole. Or set the whole damn briefing room on fire. Maybe both. 

Bucky withdraws his hand with excruciating slowness, fingers slick with your arousal. He doesn’t bother hiding it. Instead, he drags them along the inside of your thigh, leaving a glistening trail before wiping them off on your skin like he’s branding you. A silent, possessive mark that has your breath catching in your throat.

He leans back in his chair like nothing happened, legs spread in that display of dominance, expression unreadable but infuriatingly smug.

Completely relaxed. Completely in control.

And you? You’re ruined. Wrung out and twitching. Every nerve ending crackling with frustration, your body screaming for the release he just denied you.

Then he turns again, tilting his head so his lips hover at the shell of your ear, voice so low it shivers through your bones.

“Kitchen. Twenty minutes. Don’t wear panties.”

You almost beat him there.

Almost.

You're already perched on the edge of the kitchen island, legs swinging slightly, thighs pressed tight together in a poor attempt to dull the ache pulsing through your core. Your shorts are somewhere back in your room, discarded in your frenzy to get here fast enough, and you’re bare underneath his black t-shirt, no panties, no shame.

Just soaked thighs and need.

The cotton of his tee clings to your skin, damp with sweat and arousal. Your nipples are pebbled against the fabric, the cool air in the kitchen brushing over them each time you shift. You’re a mess of frustration and anticipation—hot, dripping, ruined—and all because he didn’t let you finish at that stupid meeting.

Then the sound of footsteps.

He strides in like he owns the whole fucking building—sweatpants hanging low on his hips, dark tank sticking to his chest, muscles flexed, jaw tight. But it’s his eyes that stop your breath. Cerulean blue, blazing and feral.

He takes one look at you—legs spread, thighs gleaming, lips parted in silent plea and something in him snaps.

He crosses the space in two steps and his hands are already on you.

“You waited like a good girl, huh?” he rasps, voice wrecked and raw, lifting the shirt up and over your chest. “Sittin’ here all wet and desperate, no fuckin’ panties like I told you. Fuck.”

You don’t get the chance to answer—he’s already kissing you. Hard and possessive. Open-mouthed and filthy, all tongue and teeth and the sharp edge of punishment. You moan against his mouth, clawing at his waistband, nails scraping the hard lines of his hips.

His vibranium hand slides between your legs and you nearly sob. He groans into your mouth as he feels how wet you are, how ready.

“Been leaking for me all fuckin’ day,” he growls, dragging slick fingers through your folds. “You know what I want, don’t you, baby? Want that sweet little cunt full. Stuffed so deep you feel me for days.”

“Please,” you pant, grinding shamelessly against his hand, desperate. “Need it—need you to fill me up, Bucky, please—”

That’s all he needs.

He spins you around and bends you over the island, chest pressed to cool marble, ass bared and ready. There’s no teasing this time. No patience. You feel the thick, blunt heat of him at your entrance and brace yourself—

Then he slams into you with a brutal thrust.

You cry out, loud and unrestrained, one hand slapping the counter, the other gripping the edge like a lifeline. Bucky bottoms out instantly, stretching you open, splitting you around the thick length of him.

“Fuck,” he groans, snapping his hips. “Tight fuckin’ pussy. You were made to be filled by me.”

He sets a relentless pace, hips slamming into your ass, the sound obscene and echoing off the tiled walls. Each thrust drives your body forward, forces breath from your lungs, drags you closer to the edge with reckless, punishing efficiency.

“You want it in you, huh?” he pants, gripping your hips like he’ll never let go. “Gonna fuck you full, baby. Gonna fill that greedy pussy ‘til it’s dripping down your thighs. Want my cum deep, want me to breed this needy little cunt?”

“Yes!” you scream. “Fuck, yes, yes, please, Bucky, fill me,"

He snarls, pace turning savage. “Gonna take it. Gonna fuck a baby into you right here on the goddamn counter. My needy little slut, my good girl.”

You unravel, shaking, twitching, walls spasming around him as your orgasm hits you hard, pleasure burning through your bloodstream, exploding behind your eyes. You sob his name, voice wrecked.

Bucky’s right behind you.

He grits out a curse and drives in deep, cock twitching as he spills inside you, hot, thick and endless. He keeps grinding forward as if he could somehow fuck his cum deeper, claim every inch of you from the inside out.

And then you heard voices and footsteps from the hall.

Yelena’s voice rang out, “You know we eat food on that counter, right? Like with our mouths?

Alexei exclaims, “Walker owe me twenty bucks!”

John retorts, dry as ever “at least she's not complaining now.” Ava laughed, “Told you they wouldn’t make it to sunset”

And you could vaguely hear Bob asking if they were supposed to see this.

You bury your face in your arms, groaning. “Kill me. Kill me now.”

Bucky chuckles, actual laughter, low and warm, chest shaking against your back, he presses a kiss to the base of your neck, then another to your spine. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmurs.

He pulls out slowly, a filthy squelch of sound following, then hums when your thighs glisten with his release. “Look at that,” he says softly. “Already leaking. Just how I like it.”

You melt when he wraps his arms around you from behind, chest to your back, still warm and panting.

“You did so good for me,” he whispers, brushing your hair off your cheek. “So perfect. Gonna clean you up, put you in bed, and hold you all night. You earned it, needy girl.”

You sigh, body boneless.

And when he lifts you off the counter like you weigh nothing, bridal style, you don’t even resist. You just curl into his chest, letting yourself be carried away, dripping and satisfied.

“I love you,” he says softly into your hair as he walks past the rest of the team like you two didn’t just fuck in a common area.

Despite everything, despite the chaos, the teasing, the way he just wrecked you in the kitchen, you smile.

“I love you too.”

Even if you’re banned from the kitchen forever.

a/n: thank you so much for reading my sweethearts! ❤️ please leave a comment or a reblog if you enjoyed this fic! it keeps me motivated 🥰

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