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rainbow in the dark

premise: there’s so many things the both of you could say to each other about what happened that night, the night you almost lost eddie for good, forever. but words are hard to form, hard to get out, so kisses and touches become your words, saying all that needs to be said.

pairing: eddie munson x (f)reader

word count: 9.6k

warnings: eighteen+ content, fix it fic therefore there’s vol 2 spoilers, established relationship, porn with plot, soft!rough sex, dry humping, m receiving oral, unprotected sex, spanking, dirty talk, praising, comfort, fluff, trauma, our boy graduates, mentions of scars and blood, weed, group bonding, time jumps and flashbacks, hawkins doesn’t split and el fixes everything basically.

etc: this is a duffer brothers hate account. i literally rewrote the timeline, months it took place in the show are changed, and miscellaneous character things because fuck it.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

“It’s going to be a badass scar.” Eddie’s staring at his reflection in the dusty mirror in his bedroom. Fingers ghosting over the stitches on his cheek and jawline, moving down to his neck.

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the sweetest of sweethearts: eddie munson

cute lil blurb abt eddie + if he had a disabled partner ❤️

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Eddie was always a sweetheart but when it came to his baby, he'd go to the ends of the earth. They were disabled, dealing with chronic pain and fatigue. Whenever they needed something, Eddie was on it. Heating pad? On it. Pain relievers? He's got it. Weed? Absolutely. Eddie would build a ramp by himself if his partner needed it. He'd help them up the stairs, down the stairs, across their shared apartment and into bed. He's always ready to take care of the person he loved the most.

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Easy to Hate |. e.m.

eddie munson x reader

warnings: smut (18+) daddy kink, spit, light degradation uhh i think that's it!!

A/N: I'm not sure if I like this fic 🤔

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From the beginning of senior year, you've despised one person more than anyone else. Eddie Munson.

Eddie was loud, overly confident and never shut his mouth. He'd follow you through the halls, asking you question after question about anything he could come up with just to talk to you.

You'd think he had a crush on you if you didn't know differently.

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It was nearing the end of the school day and you were stood by your locker, packing up your bag with materials for the weekend when your locker door suddenly slammed shut in your face.

"What the fuck!" You spun around on your heel, eyes searching for the culprit. Of course, it was no other than Eddie.

With venom laced in your tone, you shot him a look and asked, "What the fuck is your deal, Munson?"

Eddie only laughed, his brown eyes twinkling under the dim light of the hallway. His ring adorned hand stayed on your locker while he stepped directly between the locker and you.

"Well, Miss Y/N, I was thinking we should go back to mine and smoke." He said with a smug grin on his face.

Eddie knew you hated him, and his goal was to break that hatred. He found you intriguing and hated the way you didn't like him. He was determined to get you to like him.

Annoyance was written all over your soft features as you gazed up at Eddie, eyes rolling.

"Why would I do that, Munson? We both know I do not like you."

"Because you look stressed and I have the best weed in Hawkins." Eddie's grin was wide and sparkling, almost contagious.

Biting back a groan, you let the idea roll around in your head for a minute before shrugging.

"I am stressed and you do have the best weed, but why should I?" You pressed, peering into his dark brown eyes while fixing your bag upon your shoulder.

While he took a moment to come up with something, you laughed and began walking away. Eddie took quick notice of you departing and caught up with you, slinging his arm around your shoulder. With a look of slight disgust, you slipped out from underneath his arm.

"Look, Y/L/N, I'll make you a deal. You come over and smoke and I'll do your homework for a week." Eddie offered, eyebrow raised in question.

Taking a moment to consider his offer, you shrugged. "Sure, but I'm holding you to that, Munson."

Eddie had an evil grin on his face, and continued with you on the way out of the school.

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For some reason, you were nervous as you knocked on the door of Eddie's trailer. Your knuckles rapped against the door, not even a minute passing before Eddie swung the door open with a shit-eating grin on his face and a blunt sticking to his bottom lip.

"Welcome, welcome!" He dipped and swung his arm back as if saying 'come in'. With a shaky laugh, you entered his trailer and looked around. It was messy, sure, but it was neat messy.

Eddie offered his hand out and took your tote bag from you to put down.

With an eyebrow raised, you questioned him.

"Why are you being nice all of a sudden? We both know I dislike you and I'm only here for your weed."

Eddie's eyes rolled, the grin still plastered on his face.

"C'mon, Y/N, I know you're here for more than my weed." He took a step closer, ring adorned fingers dancing over your shoulder. "I see the hidden gleam in your eyes despite your claim of hatred for me."

You scoffed, stealing the blunt from where it sat stuck on his lip, making your way to the couch.

"We'll see about that, Munson."

He made his way over to you on the couch and sat down, his hand digging into his pocket for a lighter. With a small 'ah ha!', he pulled his hot pink lighter out and nudged your hand that was holding the blunt, signaling for you to bring it to your lips so he could light it. Following his silent signal, you placed the blunt between your lips and turned to face him, shooting him a semi playful glare. Eddie only chuckled and lit the blunt for you.

Much to your surprise, Eddie pulled a second blunt from behind his ear and lit it as well.

"Wouldn't be a proper smoke session if we didn't have two blunts going." Eddie said with a wink, finishing his statement by taking a fat hit from his blunt. Following suit, you took a long drag from your own blunt, both of you blowing smoke back at each other.

The silence wasn't awkward or uncomfortable for a change, but calming. You two smoked in silence before Eddie spoke up.

"Can I ask you somethin', y/l/n?"

"Go for it, Munson."

Eddie fiddled with his rings for a quick moment and hit his blunt before he asked, speaking with smoke rolling out of his mouth.

"Why don't you like me?"

His question had taken you aback, making you choke on the smoke. Eddie mumbled an 'oh, shit' before leaping up and hurrying to get you water.

Coming back with water for you, he passed the glass and sat back down on the couch. To not leave him hanging for too long, you quickly drank some water and let out a sigh.

"Thing is, Eddie, I don't actually hate you. You're loud, obnoxious and think you're king of the world but I don't hate you." You answered in a quieter tone, stealing a quick glance at him to see him smiling.

"I knew it! I guess I just needed to get weed in you to get the truth."

You gasped, playfully smacking his arm.

"You set me up!"

Eddie only laughed, but the look on his face told you his mind was spinning like he had something to say.

"Spit it out, Munson."

Groaning dramatically, Eddie finished all but one hit of his blunt before fully turning towards you.

"Okay. So uh, this is mad embarrassing but thank god for weed." He started, leaving you in a state of confusion while you continued smoking.

"Here goes nothing... I've had a crush on you from the moment you walked into Ms. O'donnell's class. I thought you were the prettiest person I have ever laid eyes on but then I heard through the grape vine that you had a heavy dislike towards me. I didn't pursue you or even try to out of respect but-" Eddie paused, looking at you through the smoke that rose between you two.

Without missing a beat, you quickly stubbed out your blunt and cupped his cheeks between your delicate hands and crashed your lips to his.

Eddie let out a squeak of surprise before kissing you back, bringing his hand to rest on the back of your neck. His lips were soft and warm as he kissed you.

You slowly pulled back, blush flooding your cheeks.

"Not gonna lie, Munson, I think my dislike for you was just a crush I didn't want to acknowledge. So um, I'm glad you said something." You finished the sentence with a huff, cheeks still red with blush.

Instead of answering verbally, Eddie kissed you again. This time, it was rough and full of

passion. Your hands tangled in his hair while his hands slipped down to your hips and tugged you onto his lap without breaking the kiss. His hands squeezed lightly, moaning quietly into the kiss.

After a moment, he pulled back and let out a happy sounding sigh.

"I've been dreaming about this for so long, bunny."

His words made you shift in his lap, causing a groan to fall from his mouth. Curious to see what other noises you could get from him, you not-so-subtly rolled your hips against him again, watching him with big doe eyes.

Eddie's hands tightened on your waist as he groaned again, a devilish smirk arising.

"Is this what you wanted, bunny? To get me all riled up and high?"

Only responding with a nod and a giggle, he crashed his lips to yours once more, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip as to ask for permission. You answered with another roll of your hips, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. A soft moan was muffled from the kiss.

Feeling him grow hard underneath you, you started a steady pace of grinding against him. Eddie dipped his head down, trailing warm, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. The feel of his bulge against your clothed core spurred you on to grind down harder. You had your hands tangled in his hair as he began sucking and licking your neck, leaving a trail of hickies that would definitely be noticed at school tomorrow.

"Please, Eds, touch me." You whimpered, feeling a wet spot start to form on your leggings from how messy he was making you.

"Your wish is my command, princess."

His hands began sneaking their way underneath your shirt, calloused fingers running along your soft skin before finding your bare breasts. You thanked the heavens you chose not to wear one today. Eddie's fingers pinched and rolled one of your nipples, pulling a sweet moan from you. His other hand made its way down between your bodies, teasing over your cunt through your leggings.

Getting annoyed with the amount of clothing between you two, you yanked your shirt over your head and tugged on his, signaling him to take it off. Eddie obliged, pulling his Hellfire shirt off and tossing it to the floor. Your hands immediately went to his subtly toned chest, steading yourself as you started grinding down shamelessly on his hand. Eddie started picking up on how needy you are, blaming the weed for making him take this long.

Placing his hands underneath your ass, Eddie picked you up with no hesitation and began walking towards his bedroom. He tossed you onto the bed and crawled on top of you, kissing you deeply. His hands explored every inch of you, teasing your nipples before lowering his hand underneath the waistband of your pants. Eddie pulled back from the kiss ever slightly and checked in with you, making sure it was okay to keep going. You nodded, curling your fingers around his wrist and guiding his hand past your waistband.

With a chuckle and a smirk, Eddie teased one of his fingers through your wetness before dipping a thick finger into you. The sudden pleasure had you arching up and pressing your chest against his. He pressed open-mouthed kisses down your chest until he got to your breasts, pulling one of your nipples slowly between his teeth, watching your face for a reaction.

Of course, your expressions of pleasure gave you away. Eddie smirked around your nipple as he added another finger, watching as you writhed and pushed your hips down for more friction.

"Awe, are you needy, bunny?"

Eddie slipped his fingers out, moving to pull down your pants. You gazed at him through hazy, lust filled eyes as he settled himself in between your legs, pushing your thighs apart before burying his face between your legs. Eddie sucked and licked your clit like a starved man, pulling pornographic moans from you. Your hands tangled in his hair, hips

rolling against his tongue to chase your high.

"Oh fuck, Eddie.."

His big hands grasped at your thighs hard enough to leave bruises in their wake, squeezing as he pulled up for a breath. His lips glistened with spit and your mess, a dopey smile on his face. You made grabby hands at Eddie, wanting him to

come kiss you.

Chuckling at how cute you are, Eddie snaked his way up your body to kiss you sweetly, the taste of you on his tongue. Your hands snuck between your bodies, undoing his belt and jeans, shamelessly pushing them down the best you could.

"Hold on, bunny, daddy's got you." Eddie mumbled against your mouth, awkwardly shimmying out of his jeans and boxers to expose his hard length. The sight of him was delicious, making your mouth water.

With blush filled cheeks, you peered up at him and curled your hand around his cock, stroking teasingly. Eddie moaned and rocked into your hand, bringing his own hand to cup your chin.

"Open." He commanded, watching you with dark eyes.

As asked, you parted your lips and stuck out your tongue. Eddie moaned at how eager you were before spitting into your mouth, watching as you swallowed it with a happy, dazed look on your face.

You continued working his cock until he pulled your hand away, replacing it with his own to rub his swollen tip through your folds.

"Daddy, please fuck me." You pleaded, reaching for his free hand to hold.

Eddie smirked and spared no time. He slid the tip of his cock into your cunt, tightening his grip on your hand for a second to let me know you're safe. Nodding, I pulled my legs wider and invited him to go deeper. Eddie pushed his throbbing cock in fully, eyes rolling back at the rush of pleasure.

"You're so fucking tight, bunny, feels so good around my cock." Eddie grunted, starting with a slow, agonizing pace that made you whine loudly.

"Want it hard.." You mumbled, peeking at Eddie to see his eyes darken even more. Your words seemed to have please him because he immediately started pounding into you, taking his free hand to push your face into the mattress.

"Like this, baby? You want daddy to fuck you like the slut you are, huh?" He taunted, hips snapping against you, the tip of his cock kissing all the sweet spots.

You only responded with a string of nonsense, too wrapped up in the pleasure he's giving you. Eddie laughed, raising his hand and landing a harsh smack to your thigh.

"Be a good whore and take it." He grunted, feeling you clench around him when he smacked you.

Eddie continued fucking into you deeply, bringing his hand down to toy with your clit. The sudden contact to the bundle of nerves made you cry out, arching off the bed. He shoved you back down and managed an even rougher pace, helping you chase your high.

The coil in your belly started to tighten, threatening to snap. Your eyes were glossed over, mouth hanging open as moan after moan filled the air.

"I can feel you're close, bunny. If you want to cum, beg."

His words made your eyes roll back, pleads falling from your mouth.

"Please, daddy, please let me cum for you. I'll be so good, promise!" You cried, wanting to be nothing but good for Eddie.

His fingers moved faster over your clit, slamming his

cock into your sweet spot over and over. Eddie was determined to make a mess out of you.

"Want you to squirt for me, bunny. Can you do that for daddy?"

Despite being hazy and cock drunk, you nodded and started grinding on his cock. With the pace of his fingers on your clit and his cock hitting the proper spot, you hit your high and ended up making a mess on his lower torso as you came on his

cock. You felt a small puddle of wet form underneath you, cheeks flooding with blush when you realized he did in fact made you squirt.

Eddie continued fucking you, his moans filling the air as he chased after his own high. His face contorted with pleasure as he came, filling you with his seed.

He tenderly pulled out, watching his cum leak out of you. Pressing a quick kiss to your tummy, he crawled up next to you and pulled you into his arms against his chest.

"You did so good, bunny, so so good." He mumbled against your head, hand rubbing up your back to soothe you.

"Thank you, Eds." You whispered, feeling sleep over come you.

"Go to sleep, pretty baby, I'll be here when you wake up, promise." He assured, feeling sleepy himself.

With a small nod, you closed your eyes and started to fall asleep.

Maybe Eddie Munson wasn't too bad after all.

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Can you write something eddie x reader where the reader is vecna’s next victim PLEASE ily thank you

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BYE can i have an enemies to lovers wit eddie LMFAO THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING TURN ON UR ANon SETZINGS

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                     𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

summary ─ in this underground bar, you didn’t imagine you’d find a lover. you never imagined you’d find yourself a demon lover. 

pairing ─ demon!mobboss!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, kissing, biting, rough sex, pet names, dirty talk, oral sex, drinking, sort of fwb relationship, everything that happens in this fic is consented, supernatural creatures

a/n ─ this fic happened bc of a mf called sebastian stan. that flaunt magazine photos are so *drooling emoji*. i’m so sorry. i’m shit at endings lmao. i hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youu <3333 

moodboard for this fic courtesy of @bonky-n-steeb​

You were dragged into the Underworld with the excuse of Wanda’s birthday. Your friends had said that they found a way to get in Underworld without a big name pitching in for you and that they wanted to throw a little party for Wanda there. Everyone had agreed because it was the perfect timing. She had been wanting to Underworld, but you couldn’t find a way to do so until now.

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BLOODY MARY- J.B BARNES

Pairing: Dom! Bucky Barnes x Sub! Reader

Word Count: 990

Summary: bucky reminds you who you really belong to

Warnings: knife sex, knife play, initial carving, petnames, blood mentioned, restraints, praise kink, overstim, daddy kink, pain kink

Notes: this is so dirty what the fuck. never let me write high again holy moly!!! i love daddy bucky tho i cant resist<33

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Wrapped Around Me

Summary: Your man wants you in nothing but a pair of thigh high socks while you drench his beard and he’s not above begging to get his way.

Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), thigh high kink, body worship, Bucky loving your thighs, smut, no minors.

A/N: Beta’d by the lovely @midnightf but all mistakes are my own. Inspired by this ask

Masterlist|Beefy Biker Series|

Ever since you dressed up in a pair of thigh highs for his birthday, Bucky’s been obsessed with getting you back in them. He wants you wearing those and only those inside the house. You keep finding new pairs in your lingerie drawer and he’s been dropping not-so-subtle hints about all the things he has planned for you whenever you’re wearing them.

You’ve been teasing him all morning, wanting him to snap because honestly you love it when your man becomes feral. 

Which is why you’re pretending you didn’t notice him laying a pair, burgundy with a striped pattern, on the bed after your shower. He’s lounging in front of them, wearing only some gray boxers, his dog tags on his tattooed chest glistening under the bedroom light. 

Bucky’s watching you, unable to keep his rapt gaze off your thighs as you dry off. He loves your body exactly the way it is, always insisting that you’re flawless, he’ll look right at your stretch marks and declare them beautiful because they’re a part of you. 

You’re pushing him closer to the edge each time your hands smooth over your skin as apply the vanilla-scented lotion he loves so much.

 “A little slower Gorgeous,” he says, continuing to unabashedly stare like you’re his favorite show and he can’t tear his eyes away from you. His cock hardens in his briefs, a familiar ache settles in your pussy when he has to reach in and adjust himself, the power you have over him is enthralling. You put more of your lotion on your thigh and he groans. “Yeah just like that.” 

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Delicate

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Bucky Barnes, known as the ‘king of New York’, is ruthless and powerful, running everything with an iron fist. He has no weaknesses, other than you. You’re his world, his soulmate, his angel, and he’d do anything and everything to keep you safe. What John Walker, an up-and-coming mobster with irrational tendencies, doesn’t understand, is that you’ll do the same for Bucky.

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Warnings: sexy times so 18+ i stg, smut smut smut, kinda femdom!reader and sub!bucky, use of  pet names (good boy, angel), dry-humping, unprotected p in v sex (I STG don’t have sex with someone without being in a committed relationship and have been tested), reader is a total badass, minor/off screen character deaths, misogyny towards reader, john walker makes an appearance but not for long, mild plot but mostly porn

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It’s a scorching hot summer day, a day you’re supposed to be spending with your fiancé lounging by the infinity pool that nearly surrounds the villa in Italy Bucky had insisted on buying the moment you mentioned wanting to travel. You were supposed to be sipping margaritas, having butlers at your beck and call, masseuses coming around the clock to work out some of the knots in your back that refuse to leave - thanks to Bucky’s insistence on trying out some new positions he’d caught wind of.

You’d packed days beforehand, excited to spend a long weekend in luxury, in heaven with the love of your life. Maybe you’d spend a day at the beach, laying in the sun before periodically being swept away into the villa only to be spread on a new surface and letting Bucky use your body as his personal fuck-toy. Or, maybe you’d go into town, wandering the streets of the nearby markets with Bucky’s hand in yours, being pulled into various stores with a soft smile on his face.

And despite the hecticness of your workweek, one friendly chat between Bucky and your boss had said boss insisting that you take as much time off as you wanted - however, if Bucky had his way, you’d never work again.

You were supposed to be enjoying your day, instead, you’re tracking down your fiancé, fury fueling your desire to rip John Walker apart piece by piece.

Now, it’s no secret that Bucky Barnes is the most feared and respected man in New York, everyone bowing at his feet and doing anything he asks of them for fear of upsetting him. And everyone is well aware of how he gets when he’s angry; a six-foot-four leader of New York’s biggest underground crime syndicate with absolutely no regard for anyone but his close friends and, of course, you. You are the light of his life, ‘an angel sent from heaven to guide me on my darkest days’ is what he’s told you time and time again.

But while you may be his angel, you are by no means a saint. And while Bucky may be feared, you are even worse. Bucky is your heart and soul, the man you’ll spend the rest of your life with, grow old with, have kids and grandkids with. And John Walker, an up-and-coming self-described ‘king of the east coast’, has taken him, stolen him from you.

He’s been cocky ever since he stepped foot in Bucky’s office on their first ‘meeting’. An arrogant aura surrounded him, being easily the most stupid man you’ve ever heard of - that is, of course, because Bucky will never allow you to even step foot towards that part of his life, not wanting to taint you and bring you the kind of stress that he deals with daily.

But that doesn’t mean you don’t know about his nefarious dealings, you’re not stupid, after all. The whispers are loud, the suspicions are prominent, and Bucky had confessed his business to you early on in your relationship, giving you an out before either of you fell too deep. And clearly, that didn’t happen, because now you’re three years in, head over heels for the man every woman wants, but can’t have.

Bucky had been biding his time, waiting for John to concede without resorting to violence, much to his dismay, for he’d much rather tear the man's head off. But you’d made him promise to at least give him a chance, to let John bow to him and stop his reckless behavior, before ripping him to shreds. It looks like Bucky won’t have that chance now, because you’re going to do it.

You’re still donned in a flowery summer dress - the dress you planned on wearing for the flight over to Italy - simple sneakers, and, of course, a holster strapped to your thigh. Because while Bucky may not want you to be involved in his life of crime, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you to be prepared for any situation that could arise.

This is that situation.

There are - were - guards surrounding every corner of the warehouse your fiancé is currently being held in. And quite frankly, at this point you don’t care why or how he was captured, all you care about is killing every single one of Walker’s men.

A dozen men around the warehouse are now lying lifeless on the ground, having not stood a chance to the three dozen men you brought. As soon as the front doors open, all hell breaks loose, men coming from every hallway only to be beaten and shot the moment they come within ten feet of you. So now, with another dozen or so men littering the hallway to the room Bucky is in, you step around the bodies and storm down the hallway, Steve and Sam right behind you as you stop in front of the massive wooden door. And from here, you can hear Bucky nearly pleading with John, which makes your lips quirk up into a devious smirk.

“I’d run if I were you, she’s gonna kill you the second she comes in here.”

“Please don’t cause a scene, you really don’t want to see her when she’s mad.”

“You’re stupid for not running, so please save yourself the trouble and leave.”

You can’t help the giggle that bubbles up through your throat, escaping in a loud, boisterous laugh, grabbing another loaded magazine from Steve before securing it into the gun. And as you cock it, you raise your foot and slam it into the door, swinging them open and revealing several more men with raised guns all pointed directly at you.

“Hey, Angel,” Bucky says with a smirk, eyes raking up and down your body, with fire and lust burning bright from where he sits on the chair he’s currently tied to. “I hope you didn’t get your dress dirty, you know it’s one of my favorites.” The humor in his tone isn’t lost on anyone, and when you turn your gaze to Walker, you can see the clear fear he holds in his eyes despite probably doing his best to not.

“Of course, I didn’t, baby.” Now, while there is clear humor in your voice, it’s also laced with malice, pointing your gun directly at John’s head. “But you are buying me more for the inconvenience.”

“Inconvenience?” Walker asks, the word clearly registering as preposterous to him, especially when he looks you up and down, the picture of innocence you portray aside from the weapon you wield. “Why don’t you run along, little girl. You have no business being here.” And even though he’s stood tall and proud, the waver in his voice makes you laugh.

“Walker, you are the one who has no business being here. Because clearly, you’re too stupid to still be here when your so-called ‘guards’ are lying in pools of their own blood. So, I’d appreciate it if you let my fiancé go. We were already supposed to be in Italy and, quite frankly, I’m a little more pissed about that than I am about you taking Bucky.” Sparing a quick glance in Bucky’s direction, you see his eyes shining with awe, clearly proud of his girl.

“You’re funny,” Is John’s response, though not as tough as you assume he wanted it to be. “I’m not letting him go until he agrees to give up his status.”

Another laugh echoes through the room, from you and Bucky. It’s a ridiculous statement, even Walker must know that wouldn’t have worked out. And whether he knew it all along or he’s just now realizing it, he’s still stupid for attempting. Something you make sure to tell him.

“Well, since you’re cornered with no way out, I guess there’s no use in arguing with me, huh?”

Shooting another glance at Bucky, a smirk on both of your faces, you send him a wink before returning your gaze to John and winking at him as well. And before he or anyone else could say anything, you fire a single bullet into Walker’s head, sending him dropping to the floor almost immediately.

Looking around at Walker’s remaining men, you glance over your shoulder to Steve and Sam and nod, both of them taking that signal as a sign to start firing. And once the remaining men are taken care of, so is Walker’s short-lived legacy, effectively and singlehandedly squashing out one of Bucky’s major rivals.

Everything is silent, the large room feels endless now that only you, Bucky, Sam, and Steve are occupying it. Not looking, you hold out the gun for Steve to grab, then quickly shoo them out with a wave of your hand. It’s a little messy trying to get to your man, unable to keep your sneakers clean though you try your best, these are, after all, your favorite.

Once the doors close, you’ve finally gotten close enough to stand in front of Bucky, hands on your hips and an exasperated look on your face.

“How the fuck did you get kidnapped?” Though you’re frustrated, and still a little confused, you’re more relieved to see your fiancé alive and well with not a speck of blood on his pretty face. You’re tempted to untie him, massage his wrists, and pull him to the jet that is still waiting for you both. Yet, you form an even more devious plan the second Bucky opens his mouth.

“Actually, don’t speak.”

At this, Bucky’s eyebrows shoot up, shock written all over his face as you lean down so your hands can rest on the back of the chair with your weight leaning against it. This action causes your breasts to be pushed together, hovering in Bucky’s face while you press kisses from his temple down to his ear. And even though you can’t see him, you know his gaze is aimed directly at your breasts, exactly as you wanted.

“You’re going to tell me later,” You whisper, directly into his ear. “Right now,” Pausing, you lean back. “You’re going to sit there,” another pause so you can maneuver your panties down your legs, bunching them up into the palm of your hand. “And you’re going to make me cum, maybe then you’ll learn your lesson.”

As you predicted, Bucky’s mouth quirks up into a smirk, then opens to, presumably, remark how this ‘lesson’ is welcome as long as he can have your pussy wrapped around him - something he tells you whenever you attempt to ‘punish’ him.

But before he can get a word out, you’re shoving your - very wet - panties directly into his mouth, effectively cutting off anything he was about to say. His eyes darken as he stares up at you, now shifting so you can lower your body onto his lap, directly over his very large bulge.

“Are you going to be good for me?” Your voice is sickly sweet, hips already rocking, grinding against his bulge oh so slowly.

Bucky moans, head thrown back and hands gripping the arms of the chair. As his head tilts back, your lips descend down his jaw to his neck, nibbling and sucking wherever you please. After another minute of rocking your hips against his, your teeth dig into his neck harder, nearly enough to draw blood, but definitely enough to earn another long, muffled moan.

Bucky shifts, clearly trying to rock his hips in time with yours, but another bite causes him to stop, sitting still despite desperately wanting to be inside of you already.

Humming softly, you nibble and suck your way to his ear, breathing hotly as you whisper out “good boy.” Involuntarily, Bucky’s hips buck up, causing you to bounce briefly. Smirking to yourself, and deciding to put Bucky out of his misery, you lift up just enough to be able to undo his belt and pants, slowly trailing your hand down until you can grasp his firm cock.

“Did watching me kill him get you all hot and bothered?” You ask teasingly, giving his cock a firm tug and smiling nearly maniacally. “Does knowing that I’ll kill for you turn you on?” Another firm tug followed by moving his pants down just enough to let his cock spring free from its confines.

Bucky hums and nods, nearly frantic and desperate for the pleasure only you can provide. You take your time with rubbing his cock, fondling him firmly, and then forcing your hips down so you’re able to grind your bare pussy against his cock.

Moans fill the room, Bucky’s are muffled while yours are louder, relishing in the pleasure of skin-on-skin contact as well as the knowledge that Bucky is here and safe. With each roll of your hips, the head of his cock teases your hole, threatening to slip in before you force your hips back. And after a minute of this torture, one powerful thrust of your hips have you forcing his cock deep inside you, tip nudging against your cervix.

A broken moan bubbles up from your chest, forcing its way out of your mouth as you begin riding Bucky with fervor. And each bounce and roll of your hips have both of your eyes shut tightly, unbelievable pleasure coursing through your bodies.

In an act of dominance, your right hand grips Bucky’s shoulder while your left hand wraps around his neck and squeezes. Bucky’s muffled moans turn louder, higher, needier. All of which fills you with pride. Because you are the only person who can make him feel as good as this, his pleasure is all because of you. That thought alone has your belly tightening, your hips no longer bouncing and instead turning into grinding, humping him fast and hard so his pelvic bone can grind against your clit.

“O-oh god, Bucky!” You can’t help but squeal, as well as squeeze his neck tighter. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum I-” Your words are cut off but another moan, a shift of your hips allowing his cock to nudge against your g-spot rapidly.

“You-You’re so good to me, so good for me.”

Releasing your hand from his neck, you thread your fingers through his hair and force his head up so he can look directly into your eyes. “You’re going to look at me when I cum.” A tug of Bucky’s hair has him moaning again, spit dribbling down his chin with his eyes glossed over.

The sight alone is enough to make you cum - which you do as soon as you buck your hips one more time. A border-line record-breakingly loud moan rings through the air as your body tenses, your head throwing itself back as you chase your pleasure.

It takes nearly a minute for you to stop grinding, and another minute before your breathing evens out enough that you can speak without your voice wavering too much.

“Such a good boy,” You murmur, lifting yourself up slowly before shuffling off of his lap and adjusting your dress. A quick glance at Bucky’s frustrated and confused expression makes you want to laugh.

“Oh, you didn’t think I was going to let you cum, did you?” Reaching over, you pull your now drenched panties out of his mouth, toying with the fabric before tucking them in Bucky’s shirt pocket. “No, baby. No orgasms for you until we get to Italy.”

Smirking to yourself, you tuck his still ragingly hard cock into his pants and adjust them so you can zip his pants back up.

“It’s only a five-hour flight.” Humming softly, you brush Bucky’s hair back and gaze into his eyes, hopefully portraying every ounce of love you feel for him. 

“But we have a detour to the Bahamas first.”

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Good girl

Chris Evans x reader

Not my gif! Creds to the maker!

Summary: Being a costar of Chris Evans and being on the road all the time with him had you all worked up so you want to have a nice night with your vibrator and your imagination until your vibrator stops working. Luckily Chris had heard you and comes to the rescue.

Warnings: SMUT, VIBRATOR, PURE FILTH, A LOT OF DIRTY TALK AND PET NAMES LIKE PRINCESS AND BABY GIRL, DADDY KINK AND TALK. DOM AND SUB DYNAMIC. CHRIS’S NECKLACE DANGLING ABOVE YOU, CREAMPIE, NO CONDOM, DEEPTHROAT, CHRIS EATING YOU OUT, OVERSTIMULATION,  SQUIRTING, CONTROLLED ORGASMS, SLIGHT CHOCKING AND SLIGHT DEGRADING,

Minors DNI! Please if you like the story, reblog. It really does help your homegirl out! I love the likes but unfortanetly they don’t do much so pretty please REBLOG 💞

Words: 3K

A/N: This is obviously a work of fiction and i mean no disrespect!

Good girl

You were on the road for a while now with your costar Chris Evans, giving one interview after the other and it was fun but exhausting. Luckily you and Chris had a great connection so that definitely made it a bit easier but unfortunately your little crush on Chris didn’t go unnoticed by the fans. Everything you did needed to be calculated because everything would be noticed with ease.

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warnings. | smut, daddy kink, rough vaginal sex, doggy style, age gap (12+ years, he’s in his forties, you’re young), mild drinking (chris, beer), major jealousy (from chris), possessiveness, pet names, praise, degradation, dumbification, neighbour au, creampie kink, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!!

pairings. | Neighbour!Chris Evans x Younger!Reader.

author’s note. | the reader is of age! please enjoy and reblog!!! heavy emphasis on the reblog part. thank you! 18+ MINORS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!! @nsfwlibrary taglist.

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Heavy Tipper

Summary// Camgirl sites were nothing new to Bucky, but a familiar face has him tipping heavily and requesting a private chat.

Warnings// maybe angst?, fluff, smut, video call sex, some dirty talk, mutual masturbation, Camgirl work, some taunting, roadhead (aka m receiving oral while driving), oral (f receiving), overstimulation, kinda face riding?, couple bites, light choking kink (Bucky receiving), light aftercare, fluffy morning sex,

AU// DBF!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

Note// this is filth and I’m not gonna say sorry for it. There’s around 4 smut scenes. Oops 😅

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Sure there was a twist of guilt in Bucky’s stomach when he had discovered your live cam show, one he had ignored when he clicked the icon and tipped- heavily.

But, the guilt had surpassed by the time he requested a private chat.

It wasn’t Bucky’s first time on a website like this one. Watching live camgirls to pass the time and relieve some stress was something he did more often than he wanted to admit.

The moment he saw a familiar face in a preview his mouth went dry. Fingers hovering over the mousepad of his laptop as he debated clicking the icon.

A part of him felt guilty watching someone he’d known for three years in such a vulnerable state over the internet. Especially since he was so close with your family that there wasn’t a family gathering he’d missed in that time.

Maybe that was why he kept clicking the tip button until you gave the camera a sweet smile and said goodbye, before he gladly paid the hundred and fifty dollars for a private video call.

The moment you’d accepted the request and saw the broad chest on your screen you knew something looked familiar. The flash of a dark metal left hand and the edge of a patterned throw blanket you recognized as one you’d gifted him on Christmas, making a smile crack across your features.

Bucky Barnes with his head just out of the frame, broad shoulders and thick arms hidden behind a long sleeved shirt.

The same sweet, handsome Bucky who lightly flirted with you every chance he had. The one who the closest you’d ever been to getting a glimpse of what he looked like naked was in his swim shorts in your backyard. Who was now paying to get off with you over a cam site.

He was so caught up in looking over the lingerie set that was different than the live show previously, that he’d forgotten you were there for only him and not a full audience. A soft laugh drawing his attention back. “Gonna let me see, stud?”

His heart plummeted to his stomach when the pet name dripped from your lips like honey. Something he’d heard from you multiple times over the three years he’d been friends with your dad. But- what hurt would it do if you did know it was him?

“Uh- yeah, yeah.” He stumbled over his words, making sure to keep his face out of the frame as he leaned forward to sit his laptop on the coffee table, lifting his hips enough to shove his sweatpants down.

You couldn’t stop the soft moan that left your throat when his hand wrapped around his thick shaft, mouth starting to water just at the sight. Tip an angry red and shiny with precum as he cleared his throat, a slight flick of his wrist twisting his hand up so he could run his thumb over his leaking slit. Spreading his precum to let his hand glide easier.

Bucky didn’t know where his usual confidence had went as he listened to the blatant filth you spoke. Everything stuck on his tongue as he watched your hands roam your soft skin. Legs spread wide so he could watch your fingers plunge into your cunt, wishing he could just bury his head between your soft thighs and never move.

“Need you to talk to me- what do you wanna do?” Your seductive tone tore through him, eyes hooded with lust as you looked at your screen. Taking in the way he tugged his cock, thighs tensing when he’d twist his hand just right.

“God, fuck- wanna stuff that mouth, pretty girl.” He grunted out, gritting his teeth to ground himself until you were finished.

A breathy moan sounded through his speakers, your teeth grazing your bottom lip. “Do ya’? Looks so heavy, stud. Don’ know if it’ll fit.”

“It’ll fit- pretty pussy looks so wet bet I could slip right it.” Bucky was almost choking on his words when your head tipped back in a drawn out moan.

Seeing him in a state like this one set your entire being on fire. Bionic left gently tugging his heavy sac as he furiously fisted over himself, your mind wandering of how his large hands would feel against your skin other than the touches that maybe lasted a little too long- but you still wished would last longer.

Or how those thick thighs would feel cushioned under you, his hips thrusting up into you as his long, thick fingers wrapped around your throat. Taking what he needed and more as he took you apart.

“S’close-“ you panted out, applying just the right amount of pressure to your clit to pull the coil in your core tight enough to snap. A breathless moan feeding into the mic and through his speakers.

“Look so handsome like this,” you breathed out, riding through the afterglow.

“S-shit- gonna make me fuckin’ come, sweet girl.” Bucky knew how pitiful the whine that pulled from his throat sounded, but he couldn’t help it.

He’d never imagined you’d say anything even bordering vulgar, yet here he was jerking off over a video call with you spilling dirty thoughts from your lips like it was a normal conversation. Talking him through a body tensing orgasm as his release coated his hand and clothed abdomen in thick spurts.

He cursed under his breath as he blinked his eyes open, seeing that you were sitting straighter in front of the camera with a proud smile.

“Hope to see you on here again, handsome.”

Bucky was going to try his hardest not to get too flustered over the belated birthday celebration at your dad’s. Having a beer with him in the kitchen when he heard the from door opened.

“Sorry, I’m late- happy late birthday, stud.” You chirped, gift bag in one hand as your free arm went around his neck for a hug.

“Thanks, sweets.” He chuckled, hand resting on your lower back as you pulled away. “We just ordered food. So, you’re not too late.”

“Perfect timing actually.” Your dad chimed, taking a long drink from his beer.

“This is for you.”

Bucky eyed the bag you held out for him before narrowing his eyes at you. “Thought we agreed on no gifts.”

“Like you can actually expect me not to bring you a birthday gift.”

Bucky’s close proximity was driving you nuts, especially after the night before.

His lingering touches and wandering eyes making your heart race over dinner, his breath fanning your jaw and lips nearly touching the shell of your ear when he leaned in to crack a joke.

As you stood at the sink washing the dishes, you could feel his body heat radiating into your back when he stood behind you. Towering over you as his heavy left hand landed on your waist and he leaned down to talk to you.

“Come out for a smoke with me?” He asked, a suggestive tone hidden in his voice.

“I don’t smoke, you know that.” You laughed lightly, turning to face him as his hand dropped back to his side. A smirk curling the corner of his lips.

“Keep me company.”

Nodding, you followed him towards the back patio. “I know you were the one in my private chat last night, Buck. The arm made it pretty obvious.” You said once you’d slid the patio door shut, Bucky glancing at you through his eyelashes as he lit his cigarette.

“You’re not mad?” He murmured, exhaling the grey smoke.

“Well… you single-handedly paid half of my rent last night, so.” You shrugged, hooking your fingers in his belt loops to tug him closer. Looking up at him with narrowed eyes. “How long have you been watching?”

“Last night was the first time.” He took another long drag from his cigarette, looking at the cherry at the end. “A part of me wants to feel bad, because of your dad. But… I can’t even force myself to. Like- I knew you were gorgeous, but goddamn you’re a fucking goddess.” He huffed out, heat burning your cheeks as you looked up at him.

“I mean… just look at you. So cute and precious, but you’ve got a filthy mouth on you, sweets.” Your stomach flipped at his words, large hands caressing your waist before slipping down to grip your backside. “I just wanna fucking ruin you.”

“Gonna tell me what you’re gonna do to me while we’re on my dad’s patio? During you’re birthday celebration?” You teased, slipping your fingers under the hem of his t-shirt to feel the taut muscles that laid under smooth skin. “Not something that someone would do to their best friend.”

He groaned quietly, leaning down to talk in your ear. “Don’t shame me for wanting to fuck you senseless. I’d make you forget your own name, pretty girl.”

You whimpered, quickly covering it with a light laugh. “Where was all that talk last night, stud? You were wrecked for me and I never even touched you.”

His grip tightened on your ass to pull you closer. “Keep running that mouth I’ll fulfill that promise of stuffing it.” His tone was low and sultry, plucking something deep in your core as arousal pooled in your underwear.

“You’re the one who paid for me to get you off. Bet you make the cutest faces when you come.” You tested, getting a huff in response.

“Let’s see if you can keep that attitude when I’m done.”

You were quick to gather your things and head to the door once Bucky had finished his cigarette. Poking your head in the living room door where you dad was watching the tv. “Buck is giving me a ride home. Saves me money on a cab.”

“Alright, hun. Be safe- drive safe.” He gave Bucky a pointed look as a heavy hand rested on your upper arm.

“Gotta be a responsible driver with such precious cargo.” He joked, pulling the front door open.

“Drive safe, I mean it!” Your dad called as you walked out, getting a thumbs up in response.

Anticipation bubbled in your stomach during the drive as you leaned your forearm on the armrest. Turned to face Bucky as your fingers danced along the seam of his jeans, gradually creeping closer to the hardened bulge until you caressed it through the straining fabric.

Bucky’s grip on the steering wheel tightened when you gave him a light squeeze, chest heaving as he tried to focus on the road. “You’re already rock hard. Bet I could get you off before we even get to your house.”

He let out a dark chuckle, right hand moving from the shifter to prod at his belt and unfasten his pants. “Better get to work then.” He murmured, holding the back of your head as you slipped his erection out of the front of his briefs.

Bucky had to will himself to keep his eyes open when your lips wrapped around him, choking back a groan and gripping your hair as your head bobbed.

The position wasn’t the most comfortable, but the rewarding sounds that filled the small space made every second worth it. His hips rolling up slightly to push further into your mouth, left hand gripping the steering wheel so tight it would be surprising if there weren’t dents where his fingers were.

Luckily there was a red light when the swirling pressure started to crest higher, Bucky’s hand urging you further down in him until your throat constricted around him and hot spurts of his release flooded your taste buds. A drawn out moan vibrating from his chest as his head rested back against the headrest, riding out the aftershocks with gentle rolls of his hips until you pulled away. Cock still twitching as he grabbed your chin in his hand, smashing his lips to yours.

You traced your fingertips over his softening cock as his tongue slipped into your mouth, moaning at the taste of himself lingering on your tongue.

“Told ya’.” You smiled against his lips, his fingers digging further into your cheeks.

“Sweets, your pretty cunt probably can’t take me. Stop being a brat.”

Once Bucky had finally pulled into his driveway, you could feel a nervous twist in your stomach. Not one that made you want to back out, but one that added to the excitement that had your heart pumping since the talk on your dad’s patio.

“You’re clean right?” You asked as you guided Bucky’s shirt up, backing him to the bed as he slipped it off over his head.

“Of course.” He nodded, discarding his jeans and boxers before a hand pressed to the center of his chest urged him onto the bed. Laying on his back, propped on his elbows as he watched you strip the rest of your clothing off and climb on top of him as gracefully as you could. Sitting on his lower abdomen.

Goosebumps broke out across your skin as his hands caressed your sides, ghosting over your breasts to cradle your jaw in his fingers. Pulling your lips down to his in a sweet, tender kiss. Your hands exploring the expanse of his thick chest, feeling every dip under your fingertips as a shiver rolled down his spine from the delicate touch.

A surprised squeak left your throat when he rolled to hover over you. Soft lips and scratchy facial hair tracing your skin as he kissed his way down your neck and chest, sinking his teeth into the top of your breast until you let out a squeal and tried to squirm away.

“Sorry,” Bucky chuckled, soothing over the fresh mark with his tongue before continuing his path down. Pressing your thighs further apart as your twisted his short hair between your fingers. Heart thumping in your chest as he moved your thighs to rest on his shoulders and teased everywhere besides where you needed him.

“James, don’t tease.” You groaned, trying to buck your hips to meet his mouth before his bionic left arm draped over your stomach to hold them down.

“M’not teasing, just appreciating.” He breathed out, grazing his teeth along your inner thigh until a needy whine poured from your lips and you squeezed his hair.

You swore you were already teetering on the edge, that the moment you felt his warm tongue against your throbbing clit you’d turn to putty in his hands.

And you weren’t completely wrong-

But, Bucky wasn’t stopping at just one. His mouth not lifting from your cunt as you tried to squirm from his hold, aftershocks never seeming to stop the twitches of your body.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to push him away or keep grinding your hips against his sinful mouth. Lust blown eyes locked on the fucked out look on your face as he nuzzled his face closer, gently shaking his head as your fingers pulled his hair to the point of pain that only made his cock twitch against the mattress.

Your thighs squeezing around his head as you screamed out his name, another body writhing orgasm surging through you as you absentmindedly rode his face. The groan that vibrated against your cunt only adding to the shocks of bliss.

“Fuck, Bucky…” you panted, throat scratchy from the countless highs he pulled from you in less than an hour as he finally lifted himself from between your thighs. Lips shiny with your arousal as he gave you a cocky grin.

“Even sweeter than I imagined.” He breathed out, fisting over himself to relieve some of the ache. “Need’a minute?”

You nodded softly, leaning up to latch your lips to the base of his throat. Hand holding the back of his neck as he let out a content sigh when your other went down to trace along the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock.

“Seeing you tug your cock last night was the best thing I’d seen all week, stud.” You teased, the throaty chuckle that sounded from him making you clench around nothing as his hand replaced yours. Swollen head slipping through your folds.

“Still got that attitude.”

You gasped out when he fully seated himself in your oversensitive walls in a fluid thrust, a guttural moan filling your ears as you tried to adjust to the sudden stretch in the brief time he gave before setting a ruthless pace.

“This cunt is heaven-“ he groaned, gripping your waist as he sat up more. Watching how you stretched around him. His pace bordering brutal as you screamed out for him, hands gripping and clawing at whatever smooth, sweat slicked skin they could reach. Supple flesh of your chest bouncing with each punishing snap of his hips.

Your mind was a floating mess, only able to focus on the delectable pleasure that coursed through you from how perfectly he was splitting you open. Your eyes peaking open to watch his blissed out features- jaw slack to let almost pornographic moans fall out and chest slick with sweat as he fucked into you.

The soft clink of his dog tags being drowned out by the salacious sound of skin slapping and the squelch of your cunt. Your shaky hand reaching up to hook your fingers in the chain, tugging him down to you for a sloppy kiss. Swallowing moans and sharing breaths as your hand slipped up to wrap around his neck and apply a little pressure to the sides.

It took Bucky off-guard, but only added to the building pleasure in his abdomen. Managing to move his fingers to your clit as he found the spot in your walls that pulled the most reactions and fucked into it.

Over and over until an orgasm hit him so hard he thought he was going to black out for a moment. Holding himself up on his left forearm as he pushed as deep as he could and spilled into you. Your teeth digging into his bottom lip and nails carving down his back as you rode through your own.

Taking a minute to gather his bearings and blink away the stars in his vision, Bucky slowly pulled away. Heart beating so hard and fast he thought it would pound out of his chest if he moved too fast.

The shocks of bliss were still wracking through you as he slipped from between your thighs. Smooth metal and warm flesh hands caressing over your form as you draped your forearm over your eyes.

“You okay? Need anything?” Bucky silky voice was barely audible over the dull ring in your ears as you shook your head. Relishing in the way he was making over you as you came down from the final mind blanking high.

Gently massaging your thighs as he looked you over, so gorgeous and fucked out. Skin radiant with the post orgasm glow as you laid bare in front of him.

“C’mon, pretty girl. A hot shower will help.” He cooed, carefully helping you up and out of bed. Biting back a chuckle as you stood on wobbly legs.

But even the deep ache in your abdomen didn’t stop your teasing tone. “Knew you looked handsome when you come.”

Your body was still sore as you shifted around in the comfortable bed, the shower from the first round not stopping another two before both of you tapped out from exhaustion.

Bucky’s bare form was pressed in close from behind as you looked over your shoulder. Being met with a kind smile and those enchanting blue eyes as he laid on his side, propped on his elbow.

“Watching me sleep like a creep?” You teased as he grazed his knuckles along your upper arm. Earning a quiet laugh from him.

“Wore me out last night. Don’t think I’ve gone three times in one night in years.” He hummed, pressing his fingertips under your jaw for you to tilt your head back before tilting his head and locking your lips with his for a brief kiss. “Be nice if we could do this again.”

“Maybe we can.” You mumbled, barely shifting your hips to press against his half-hard cock.

“I think I have one more in me- what about you?” He suggested, hand going to grip the outside of your thigh.

“You’re insatiable.”

“Can just slip in how we are right now.” Bucky breathed out, hand slipping up to grope at your chest and erection pressing into your ass.

“What are you waiting for then, lover boy?” You purred, feeling his hand go between you before his tip prodded your already slick folds.

It was more intimate than the night before- hips slowly rolling into you as he grunted quietly in your ear. Gradually urging your front to the mattress until his sturdy frame was waving over your, stomach brushing your back as he started to grind into your ass. Staying buried deep to keep his tip pressed into the sweet spot furthest in your walls until you reached a breathless orgasm.

“Feels s’perfect being inside you. Don’ want anyone else now.” You whined at the slip of words, hand reaching back to grip the supple flesh of his ass as he filled you with his spend again before pulling away. Fingers grazing along your spine and a tender kiss pressed to your shoulder.

“You wanna be mine, sweets?”

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Little Brat

Credit @theavengers for the gifs

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary || Being a brat towards Bucky the entire weekend has its consequences. Now, he has to punish you for misbehaving.

Word Count || 2295 of smut with minimal plot.

Warnings || NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, Brat!Reader, unprotected vaginal sex, punishments, pet names (doll, babydoll, baby), oral (m & f receiving), cum swallowing, fingering, anal play, hair pulling, spanking, degradation kink, praise kink, breeding kink, choking, rough fucking, orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note || Sorry if the intro is kind of meh. I wasn’t really sure what to do with it, but it turned out ok I think.

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A misbehaved little brat. That’s what you’ve been all week, and it was bound to get you punished sooner or later.

From the sassy tone of voice you used with Bucky to the way you so blatantly flirted with every guy you came in contact with.

You don’t know what made you act like that. To get some form of reaction out of him? To grasp his undivided attention? You didn’t know. All you knew was the thrill and excitement in not knowing when he would teach you a lesson on misbehaving…

Sunday Night

The bedroom light was dimmed down; the only source of illumination came from the lamps lining the streets below.

Bucky’s frame was towering over you; the slight darkness made him look sinister, as he had his hand wrapped around your neck. His flesh squeezes the tender skin of your pulse point—pulling the air from your lungs.

“You fucking little brat. Did you think I wouldn’t punish you for your behaviour this week? You wanted my attention? You’ve got it, and you’ll be sorry for misbehaving after I’m done with you.”

He pushed you back, and you gasped for air as he released your neck. His chest puffed out as his hands clenched in tight fists.

“Take off your clothes.”

With trembling hands, you discarded each article of clothing until you stood in front of his starved gaze in nothing but your bra and panties. That wasn’t enough for him as he wanted you fully naked.

“All of it,” he demanded through gritted teeth.

You obliged, getting rid of the last pieces until you stood completely nude. This was far from the first time Bucky saw you naked, but the way his eyes bore into you as he scanned you up and down, licking his lips, had you feeling nervous that you'd released the animal inside him.

His thoughts ran wild, imagining everything he would do to you, his personal pleasure temple.

“On your knees, doll.”

There was no hesitation in you as you sank to your knees—palms resting on your thighs as you waited patiently for Bucky.

He undid his belt while keeping intense eye contact with you. The clang of the metal was like music to your ears, an indication that you were about to receive his cock. He pulled down his jeans, along with his underwear.

You were in awe at the sight in front of you. The black t-shirt that clung to his perfectly sculpted body and his hard cock, begging for attention, had your mouth water in need for all of him.

You leaned in to wrap your lips around his tip, but you were denied with a tug to your hair with his vibranium hand. The unexpected action had you emit a yelp at the harsh pull.

“Did I say you could suck it?” His other hand grabbed your chin to keep your attention on him as he spoke.

“N-no.”

“No, I didn’t. Naughty and bad-behaved brats don’t deserve to get dick. Now, be still, and don’t touch me, you understand?”

You nod your head in understanding of his commands.

“Spit on it.”

Spitting on his shaft, you watched with fascination as the saliva coated his entire length. It looked so tasty, and you whined out at not being able to take him in your mouth.

Bucky’s flesh hand wrapped itself around his impressive length and jerked himself off—his fist focusing on his red and swollen tip. The goal was to come as quickly as possible by how fast he was working himself. His eyes closed for a brief moment, his head leaning back some, as the bubbling pleasure in his lower stomach builds up.

Through your lashes, you look up at the god-like man you called yours. There’s nothing but lust and adoration in your eyes for him. Your mouth and pussy were jealous as you watched Bucky work on himself. Fuck, all you wanted was to take over for him and choke on his length as he forced your head on him—emptying himself down your throat. But this was one of your punishments, not being able to please him or touch his skin in any way.

He was close. His hand was starting to lose the steady rhythm he had created for himself; the thrust of his hips tried to make up for it.

The vibranium hand went into your hair again and pulled back hard, making you gasp at the slight pain he caused you.

“Open your mouth and show me that desperate tongue of yours.”

Complying, you opened your mouth wide and stuck your wet tongue out, ready to receive his delicious seed. Your eyes begged for it as you glanced up at him.

With a loud and heavy grunt, he came on your awaiting tongue. Ropes of him decorated the surface so beautifully. You make sure to catch all of it, not letting a single drop go to waste. Bucky rides out the aftershocks by rubbing his length on your cum coated tongue. Once he has come down, he takes a few moments to admire his work.

“So beautiful,” his hand caresses your cheek lovingly, “can you swallow all of that for me?”

Closing your mouth, you swallowed with no hesitation. It has become like second nature for you to do so. Opening your mouth, you showed him your empty cavity, which made him let out a satisfied groan.

“Good girl.”

“Are you going to fuck me now?”

You hoped and prayed, now that you’d been a well-behaved girl, that you would get your cravings fulfilled, but it seemed like he wasn’t entirely done with you yet.

His flesh hand went around your pulse point, squeezing hard enough to make a statement, as his face was mere inches from you.

“Not yet, doll. You don’t deserve it. Now get on the bed.”

A harsh smack landed on your ass cheek as you got up from the floor to walk to the bed. You laid down, waiting for Bucky.

Bucky left a sweet kiss on your lips, laced with love and adoration for his girl, before he went straight down to your nipples, his mouth now nothing more but a weapon to destroy you.

His vicious mouth enclosed around the hard nub, alternating between licking, sucking and biting the sensitive area. His vibranium hand paid close attention to the other breasts, palming the flesh in his colossal grip.

“O-h m-my,” your hand's fist in his hair to keep him to you as your body arched into him. Bucky wanted none of that.

“No,” he took your hands off him and placed them above your head, “don’t touch me.”

He returned to his assaults on your breasts, “mmm… your nipples are so sensitive today, doll. I want to make you come by just playing with them but,” his lips trailed down your stomach, leaving open-mouth kisses on his journey to your wet core, “I’m hungry to taste you.”

Bucky drags his broad tongue through your wet folds, flicking the tip of it on your needy clit. Your eyes flutter shut as you fist the bedsheets above you as he slurps your pussy up, quenching his thirst. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking the delicate nerve till it’s swollen. His actions resulted in your back curving upwards, which Bucky wasn’t fond of—placing his hand flat on your stomach to push you down again.

“Don’t do that. Don’t move. Don’t make a sound… This is your punishment for being a brat all week. Now, be a good girl for me while I enjoy my meal.”

You did your best to keep still and silent as he ate you out, but you failed miserably a few times, resulting in a series of slaps on the outside of your thighs.

You lost count of how many times he built you up, only to deny your orgasm when you were about to explode. Bucky was on his fourth, or was it the fifth? round of pleasurable torture, and you didn’t think you would be able to handle it no more. Tears spilled from your eyes at his cruel game.

“B-Bucky, p-please, I-I can’t…” the words came out in a weak sob.

There was a tiny hint of regret in his expression as he observed your tearful face. “Alright, babydoll, I’ll be nice and give you what you want.” His forehead came to rest on yours, kissing away your tears as his vibranium hand lightly rested around your neck.

Two long fingers teased your entrance before they found their place inside. They reached deep, brushing against that spot that had your eyes closing in immense pleasure. Due to the previously denied orgasms, this one built up in record time.

“Baby, look at me as you cum all over my fingers.”

You kept his gaze as your walls contracted around his digits, coming hard around him—clit pulsating as he kept stimulating it with his thumb. No sounds came out from your agape mouth as the pleasure possessed your whole body. A satisfied smirk decorated Bucky’s face as he took in your fucked-out form.

There was no time to relax after the intense orgasm; Bucky was already ordering you to get into position for the next phase of your punishment.

“All fours, now!”

With trembling legs, you somehow managed to turn yourself around and get in his desired position. As you were repositioning, Bucky took that time to remove the last article of clothing, his black t-shirt.

As soon as you were in place, face down, ass up, he left a series of slaps on your cheeks. The bedsheets muffled the cries of pain from you. After his harsh punishment, his palm soothes the stinging flesh.

“Are you going to fuck me or not, Bucky?” The bratty side came out, tired of his games and discipline. You just needed him to get on with it.

He didn’t like that tone from you. His vibranium hand cupped your neck and pulled you flush against his muscular chest.

“Really? You fucking little brat. I decide when I fuck you. Me. Not you. You understand?” His voice stern as he practically growled the words in your ear.

“Y-yes,” it was barely above a whisper.

“Huh? I didn’t hear you, doll?”

“Ye-yes, Bucky. You decide,” you loudly sob out.

He pushed your head back into the mattress—pressing your face into the soft material.

“Fucking slut,” he muttered under his breath.

True to his words, he didn’t fuck you just yet. He wanted to tease and torture you some more. His flesh thumb pushed into your pussy, coating himself in your wetness before he pulled out and traced his thumb upwards till he reached your back entrance—circling and teasing the tight hole before he pushed his whole thumb inside.

“Ah, fuck, Bucky,” your moans were muffled against the sheets.

While his thumb fucked your back entrance, his vibranium hand lined himself up with your pussy, slamming into your walls. A soft moan escapes you as he fills you up. You almost came right then and there at the feeling of his full cock inside you.

“So tight.”

The force of his hips made you jolt forward with each brutal thrust—clutching the sheets in your grasp to keep yourself grounded.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me so good, please,” you whimpered as he fucked you senseless.

“Baby, your pussy feels incredible. So warm and tight for me.”

Each time you clenched around his hard length, a guttural groan emitted from him as his whole body shuddered.

“P-please, Bucky, don’t stop. Don’t stop fucking me, please.”

The vibranium hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling it, so your back made a beautiful curve. Your bottom lip was captured between your teeth at his rough and dominant actions.

“You like when I fuck your needy little pussy, doll, huh? Is this what you wanted? For me to destroy you like this?”

“Y-yes, baby, p-please don’t e-ever stop.”

“I won’t stop, baby, I promise.”

He pressed your face back into the mattress again—metal hand on the back of your neck to keep you in place as the one that had been in your ass reached down to circle your precious clit.

Your eyelids fluttered as the only sensation you felt was how his cock penetrated your walls—his tip brushing your sweet spot and the way his rough fingers stimulate your clit, sending delicious chills through the nerves in your spine and toes.

“I-I can’t h-hold it a-anymore. Please, Bucky, permission to cum?”

“Permission granted.”

His confirmation was what you needed to let yourself go. Your pussy contracted around him as you came hard on cock, crying out his name in a loop. A few tears rolled down your cheeks, wetting the bedding, as the pleasure travelled through your nerve endings.

“Please, Bucky. Give it to me.”

His thrusts became irregular as your pulsating walls edged him on, and with a few more vicious thrusts, he coated your insides with his warm seed, emptying himself for all his worth. Guttural moans and groans filled up your bedroom.

After fucking you both through the high, he stilled his hips, cock balls-deep in you. “Good girl.” A few loving pats were laid on your sore ass. He proceeded to run his hands over your body, soothing the tension of your muscles. It was a wonderful contrast to his roughness a few moments ago. A content sigh emits from you at the lovely sensation.

“Did that teach you a lesson, doll? To not misbehave next time?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” his flesh hand snaked in your hair again and pulled till your neck was strained, “because next time I won’t be as merciful as today.”

He couldn’t possibly be any worse… or could he?

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