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I’m starting to think some of you guys are gay.

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Bucky Barnes and the art of not giving a damn The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (2021)

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sometimes i randomly remember this account exists- sebstian stan the man that you are, i am so fucking proud

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His Little Bee

Day 12 Kinktober prompt: Overstimulation

Pairing: dbf!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Overstimulation, multiple orgasms, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), face sitting, piv sex, dbf!Bucky is wild, y’all

Words: 1496

A/N: This is a direct continuation of Didn't Say We Were Done. You don't have to read that first, but you should. If you want.

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“Once the party is over, why don’t you come on over? I’m three houses down, and I promise, we don’t need clothes for what I have planned for you, pchelka.”

Almost as soon as the words had left his luscious lips, you knew you’d be knocking on Bucky’s door before the night had ended.

At a quarter to midnight you trotted down the street to the house with the mailbox marked Barnes. It’s the house of your father’s best friend, neighbor, and coworker. He’s also the most gorgeous man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

You knock on the door, and it swings open almost immediately. Bucky answers, wearing plaid pajama pants, and nothing else. He grins at you, and motions you into his house.

Almost as soon as the door closes behind you Bucky pulls you against his body. “Still desperate, pchelka?”

You nod breathlessly.

“Good girl,” he says with satisfaction. He pushes you against the wall with one hand, and unties one of your sundress straps with the other. Still wearing your little bees, pchelka.” He snugs his leg in between your thighs with a thoughtful hum. “Then I suppose that means…” he trails off, one hand slipping up your skirt to slide between your legs, “still not wearing any panties. I see you really are a good girl.”

The sheer arousal you feel from his hands, his presence, has you hanging on his every word, his every movement. Your short encounter in your parent’s garage had not adequately prepared you for how intense he’d be once he was unimpeded by the location.

He frees your tits from your sundress, and seals his mouth over one of your nipples at the same time he pushes two fingers into your cunt.

Your hands automatically fly up to his head, to tangle in his soft, brunette hair. He groans his encouragement when you pull on the messy strands.

You hadn’t touched yourself at all since you rode Bucky’s lap a few hours ago. Fuck, you’d wanted to, but since Bucky hadn’t come when you did, you figured you should wait for him, the same as he was waiting for you.

But fuck you’d wanted to rub one out really quick before you left the house. Every time you looked over at him and saw his hand in his pocket, toying with the panties he’d demanded from you, you’d get a little wetter, and a little more on edge.

Which is why you can hardly be blamed for succumbing to your first orgasm no more than a few minutes after you crossed the threshold into Bucky’s house. It hits you out of nowhere, buckling your knees, and soaking Bucky’s hand where it works between your thighs.

“Fuck, you are desperate, pchelka,” he groans against your cheek. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to stay for the rest of that party with your panties in my pocket, and your come soaking into the front of my shorts?”

You shake your head no. All you knew is how difficult it had been for you, and all you had left of him afterwards was the chafed skin at the apex of your thighs, and the little thrill you felt every time you saw his hand in his pocket.

With a growl, he tugs you away from the wall and escorts you through his house to his bedroom, stopping only to push your sundress down, and leave it in a pile in the hallway.

He spins you around slowly to admire you. “Look at you. God you’re gorgeous.”

In his bedroom, he pushes you down onto a huge bed, covered with lush blankets, and soft sheets. He hovers just out of reach, arching over you, barely touching you in any meaningful way, until he bends to kiss you deeply, and slip his fingers inside of you again.

“Bucky,” you whine. You’re already dancing on the edge of another orgasm. You’d never been with anyone who was this adept at working over your body.

“I am fucking dying to taste you pchelka,” he groans.

You moan and clench around his fingers. He chuckles, “Sounds like my little bee is dying to be tasted. Give me one more, come on my fingers one more time, and then I want you to sit on my face. Can you do that for me?”

And, well, with his fingers in your cunt like this, you’d do just about anything he asked of you, so you nod.

He grins at you, and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, while he curls his fingers against your sweet spot. You sink your fingers into his hair, and come with a wail.

As soon as the last moan of your climax fades, he’s scooting onto the bed, and arranging you over his face. You cling to his sturdy headboard with both hands, whining when his tongue slides through your slit, and Bucky’s satisfied growl rumbles against your sensitive skin.

“Mmm. Just as delicious as I thought you’d be, pchelka,” he hums, and seals his lips around your clit.

He eats your pussy as if he’s been waiting his whole life to taste you, and his talented tongue is relentless in its quest to make you delirious. Another couple orgasms, and you’re squirming on top of him so much that he has to roll you over onto your back so he can hold your hips down while he tongue fucks you.

“I’m not done yet,” he scolds. “So be still, pchelka.”

“Please, Bucky,” you whine, “just need you to fuck me.”

“I bet you do,” he huffs a laugh. “But I’m not ready yet. You look so pretty, ‘n sound so good when you come. I can’t get enough.”

He slaps your clit a few times before burying his fingers in your pussy again. His skin is shiny with your juices from his cheeks down to his bare chest, and as his fingers make you squirt, it’s easy to see why.

He curses quietly. “Fuck, you’re perfect, pchelka.” He goes to dip his tongue into your slit again, and you try to squirm away from him. His strong hands clamp down on your hips, and tugs you back toward him. “Where do you think you’re going, little bee?” He slaps your mound again, chuckling when it makes you jerk and moan. “This pussy is mine now. You can have her back when I’m done with her.”

You’re strung out and oversensitive, but somehow Bucky is able to walk the very fine line that keeps you just this side of too much.

“Bucky, please,” you groan .

“What do you need, pchelka?” He pillows his head on your thigh, but doesn’t stop working you over with his fingers.

You want to ask him to fuck you, to get his cock in you, instead of his tongue and fingers. You’re too strung out to express anything quite so clever as that, so what comes out is, “I can’t.”

He pokes his bottom lip out, and tuts. “But I think you can, pchelka. In fact…” he trails off, and crooks the fingers inside of you, and you come with a sob. “...you just did.” He grins at you radiantly.

He finally pulls his fingers out of you, and rolls over to peel off the pajama pants he had yet to take off. When he knees up onto the bed again, he’s got his hand around his cock jacking it slowly. It’s ruddy, and huge, and dripping precome over his knuckles. It’s easily the most gorgeous dick you’ve ever seen.

He surveys you from above. Your body trembles with both anticipation and overstimulation, your thighs are soaked, your pussy glistens in the light, and the way you’re looking at him makes him want to keep you on his dick forever.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you cream on my cock,” he groans.

“Bucky,” you whine.

He hovers over you, “What do you need, little bee?”

“‘S big,” you slur.

“Thank you,” he chuckles. “What’s the matter, pchelka? Worried it won’t fit?”

“Yeah,” you nod.

"Don't worry, I'll make it fit," and he’s dragging the tip through your slit already, and he starts pushing in slowly, groaning praise about how wet you are, and how fucking tight you're squeezing him He pauses when he’s halfway inside you, rocking his hips gently.

You’re throbbing and too sensitive. You whine, and beg him to just fuck you already. He shushes you. Tells you he will. Tells you to let him savor this for just a second.

“Now, I didn’t get to hear all those pretty noises you wanted to make at your parents house,” he purrs against your sweat-damp cheek, “and that makes me sad.”. He’s still half buried in your cunt, and he pushes forward the rest of the way, bottoming out with one slick slide, while you moan a loud curse. “There’s a good girl. Lemme hear you scream for me, pchelka.”

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Didn't Say We Were Done

Day 5 Kinktober prompt: Frottage

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Pairing: dbf!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Frottage/grinding, age difference (unspecified, Bucky is older than reader), dbf!Bucky just being a goddamn menace

Words: 1307

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A thousand little touches.

His shoulder bumping against yours at the cooler.

Your hand on his bicep at the grill.

His hand skimming over the small of your back while you chat with the people across the street.

Your hip against his as he brushes by you.

His hand around your wrist as you hand him a soda.

Your ass pressing against his groin for a lingering moment as you squeeze by him.

Never had you felt so bold as you did upon meeting your father’s coworker, and best friend—James Barnes.

“Call me Bucky,” he says with a cocky grin plastered on his bearded face when your father introduces the two of you.

Those not-so-innocent little touches between you and the wet dream who’d introduced himself as Bucky, have you feeling hot and bothered. It’s impossible to tell if he's like this with everyone, or if it’s just you.

The question answers itself a couple hours into the party. After retreating to your parent’s basement to cool down, and have a beer in relative quiet, you’re digging around in the refrigerator for said beer when a hand squeezes your hip, and a deep voice behind you says, “Hey gorgeous.”

The voice is instantly familiar, even after having only heard it for the first time a few hours ago; the hand is even more familiar because it’s been all over you all night.

“Hi Mr. Barnes,” the words come out in a breathless rush.

His eyes crinkle in the corners when he grins lazily at you. “I told you to call me Bucky, pchelka.”

“Bucky,” you whisper.

“There’s my good girl,” he hums, a scant half step forward and his lips graze yours when he speaks.

You aren’t sure what thrills you the most: the praise, or that he referred to you as his. He seizes the opportunity to close the meager gap between your bodies. A hand on the small of your back bringing your hips flush with his, and a hand on your chin bringing your mouths together for a kiss.

The heat between you is immediate and intense. In no time at all he’s encouraging you to hop up, and wrap your legs around his waist, so he can walk you both over to the couch in the corner without breaking contact.

He drops you onto the cushions, and follows you down, covering you with his body, your legs wrapping reflexively around his hips. He gives an appreciative hum, and drags a hand up your side to cup your tit in his palm.

You push his silly Hawiian shirt off his shoulders, and start pulling his undershirt out of his shorts, and he grabs your hand to stop you.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he says.

You look at him quizzically.

His tongue dips out to wet his lips, and you can’t help the way you follow the movement with a lecherous gaze.

“If someone comes into the house, and down to the basement” he explains, “it’ll be kind of hard to play things off as innocent if we’re undressed.” He’s obviously thinking more clearly that you are at the moment, and you kick yourself for losing your mind like that.

“Right,” you pull away with an apology poised on your lips.

“Hang on,” he smirks. “I didn’t say we were done.” He sits back and pulls you onto his lap. With his big hands he guides your hips to grind against him.

You’ve been aching for Bucky all night, and you’re embarrassingly close to coming just from him lifting the skirt of your sundress to situate you on his lap. Squeezing your thighs together all night trying to relieve the ache in your cunt had done nothing but make it worse. So when he presses you onto his thick bulge, you wish he was inside you, stretching you out and making you come for him.

“Why do you sound so desperate, pchelka?

“Because I am,” you whine. The grinding is nice, but your hand strays under your skirt because you’d feel so much better with some fingers inside of you. He snatches your hand away, and pins it behind your back and chides you for trying to touch yourself.

“I don’t think so,” he smirks up at you, pinning your other arm behind your back too. “From the sound of it, you don’t need any help getting off. So you’re gonna sit on this big dick until you come, and you aren’t going to lay so much as a finger on yourself while you do it.”

His blue eyes bore into you, and an overpowering arousal sweeps through you at his dominance. You let out a weak little warble when your cunt clenches around nothing.

“Do you understand me, pchelka?”

“Yes sir,” you whisper. A growl bubbles up out of his throat, and he pushes his hips up for more friction.

You moan at the increased pressure against your clit, and he’s quick to clap a hand over your mouth. “Easy, pchelka. As much as I’d love to hear you scream for me, I don’t think this is the place for that. So you be extra quiet for me.”

You nod, but he keeps his big hand over your mouth, the other goes to the back of your head to pull you in close until your foreheads touch. You moan quietly behind his palm, and he grins, “That’s better. Now, keep grinding on my cock. You can stop after you come.”

Once he knows you’re going to keep quiet, he keeps one hand around your neck, and the other on your tits while you grind on top of him. Because it feels so incredible, your panties are thoroughly soaked, so you go even harder.

Bucky hisses when you really start going at it. “Fuck, I bet you have the tightest little pussy,” he growls. “You’re so fucking wet right now. I can feel it soaking into my shorts. You gonna come for me, pchelka?”

You nod frantically, huffing air in through your nose, while your noises keep getting louder, despite being muted by the hand that he has again pressed over your mouth.

“Then come for me. Soak us both.”

When you come, you moan loudly despite yourself. Quickly he pulls you down to bury your face in the crook of his neck, muffling the noise a bit better than his hand. He groans encouragement while you rock on his lap.

Once your noises have tapered off, he helps you sit up. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you chuckle weakly.

“That’s good, pchelka.”

“What does that mean? Pchelka?” The word feels unwieldy in your mouth. It rolls off his tongue like hot butter, but just sounds clumsy coming from you.

He runs the hem of your sundress between his fingers, letting the fabric slide through them slowly like grains of sand in an hourglass. “It means ‘little bee.’”

You look down at your sundress, still fanned out around Bucky's legs. It’s black, and covered with tiny bees.

“Get up, little bee.” He instructs, “Take off your panties.” He didn’t come—didn’t want to, not like this anyway—so when you’re off his lap he adjusts his still-hard cock while you remove your panties. He hums appreciatively when he feels how damp they are. “I’m going to keep them in my pocket through the rest of this party, so I’ll be reminded of how wet I make you. And whenever you see my hand in my pocket, you’ll know my cock aches to be inside you.”

He stands, and rubs the front of his shorts with a groan, and smirks at you, “Once the party is over, why don’t you come on over? I’m three houses down, and I promise, we don’t need clothes for what I have planned for you, pchelka.”

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embarrassing confession: i rewatched catfa today after like (not exaggerating) 6 years and i had to stop halfway thru bc i forgot that bucky and steve are #HeteroFriends4Life and not, in fact, gay married

cafta is one of that films that always catches me off guard bc for me its the epitome/essence/softest soft that stevebucky ever was. bc these bitches are, in fact, gay married in the subtext if you think about it. of course 'til the end of the line' doesn't come til later, but cafta (and the prequel comic) gives us so much. that steve n bucky went to art classes together. went on double dates. that they went on movie dates, just fo bucky to find steve in back alleys. that bucky wanted his sweetheart safe on the homefront, not out on the warfront. 'no not without you!!!!' bucky's jealousy when he realizes that steve doesn't need a protector anymore, that he is no longer the only one who can see how amazing steve is. steve crying alone in the bar that he asked bucky to join him, despite it being bombed. steve avenging his great love and following him into the jaws of death. god!!!!!!!!

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The House Guest - AU Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: demon bucky, dom bucky, rough smut, manipulation, minors DNI

word count: 7.3k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1276145496-the-house-guest-ember

authors note: it's another super dark one loves, please pay attention to the warnings!

Taking a deep breath of fresh autumn air, Ember looked around what was about to become her new neighborhood. It was nearing sunset, the orange leaves fell onto the street and she could see kids playing up ahead. A small smile crept onto her lips as a breeze swept her brown hair back. This was going to be the change she needed. 

Ember turned on her heel and started up the stone path to her new home. It was an older house, built in 1922 with a red brick exterior and black accents lining the windows and features. The front door sat up on a large front porch. When she had found it at such a low price, she practically jumped at it and with no other offers, it was hers immediately.

As she stood there admiring her new home, a car horn behind her made her spin around with a gasp. Scanning the street, she could only see a white sedan waiting for some kids to get their hockey nets out of its way. 

“Ember!” A deep sultry voice came from behind her. 

She turned around with a relieved smile. “Mr. Barnes! How do you always get here before me?” She laughed, extending her hand to him as she walked up to the front door. 

“Great timing I guess. And I told you before, it’s Bucky” He winked. “Come on in!”

She followed him through the black wooden door and her face instantly lit up. Bucky shot her a friendly smile “it’s got some personality, hasn’t it?”

Certainly did, Ember thought to herself as they walked over creaky hardwood floors covered in a thick layer of dust.

She returned the smile in response as they made their way through the foyer. "I do have to thank you for being available to do the hand-off today after your normal work day ended, Bucky."

“I’m not your usual real estate agent, sweets. It’s on the card.” He winked at her, flicking his business card between his fingers. Ember gasped softly as it seemed to appear out of thin air. “Just a few papers to sign and it’s all yours.”

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?" Bucky asked.

"Make that card appear?"

Bucky blushed. "Used to do magic at kid's parties-- actually, you have something behind your ear... hang on." 

He reached toward her, brushing her hair away from her face, his fingers gently caressing her neck with the backs of his knuckles with a feather light touch. Ember's heart began to hammer, her cheeks flamed, and she felt goosebumps as Bucky pulled the pen she was keeping in her purse out from behind her ear.

"You lose a pen, darlin'?" He purred as he presented it to her, his eyes glittering.

Ember could feel her cheeks burning up as she slowly took the pen back from him. Keep yourself together, he is just the realtor and being nice is part of his job Ember thought to herself.

She wandered from the foyer into a large living area to their right, dust floating in the sunlight of the bay windows at the front of the house. Gazing up at a brass chandelier, Ember watched as a moth fluttered in a spider's web. A pang of sympathy echoed in her stomach as she watched the creature struggle. 

Suddenly, a warm hand splayed across her lower back, making her jump nearly to the ceiling. Ember whipped around to meet Bucky's amused stare, her heart hammering. The smell of something smoky tickled the back of Ember's throat, like a bonfire. 

"Sorry to startle you, sugar," he said with a soft laugh. "Do you want to take a tour? Some changes have been made since you were here last."

A shiver ran up her back where his hand had been, but her brow furrowed, "Changes?"

She nodded though, "Uh, sure. A tour would be good, I suppose?"

“Nothing major,” Bucky said quickly as he ushered her further into the foyer. “I think you’ll find they increase the value of your new home.” 

She passed by him on their way past the living room, and they briefly locked eyes. Ember swore she saw a glint of something sinister flicker in his baby blues. Her cheeks grew warm, color rising to the surface, and she quickly looked away. 

Before she realized it, she heard herself chuckle. “I guess that makes sense,” she said. The pair walked into the kitchen and it was as if she was watching herself from an adjacent room.

Bucky spun around with a wolfish grin, “Take a look around, I had the contractor restore the old brass finishings and we were able to save the butcher's block on top of the island.” 

Ember smiled listening to his almost sing-songy voice that made her ears tingle. It was almost addicting. She rounded the island running her fingers along the re-oiled wood. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah she is,” he said, a little softer this time.

Ember’s eyes flew up to meet his and he winked at her, his grin broadening. He chuckled and there was something there, a rumbling undertone that raised the hairs on the back of her neck even as her cheeks flushed at his brazen flirting.

She shook her head once and took a deep breath as they continued moving through the house. Running her hand along the dark wooden fixtures of the banister, and taking note of the original carvings in the crown moldings. Ember really couldn't believe this house was hers. 

"Ok I have a question.." She paused, turning to fix her eyes on Bucky and tilting her head to the side. "This house is gorgeous, and was a steal of a price. Why were there no other offers when I bid on it?" 

A smirk pulled at the corner of Bucky's lips, and Ember could have sworn his eyes darkened. 

Bucky leaned closer, and locked eyes with her "She's a special kind of house.. waiting for exactly the right person to come whisk her away" He whispered. "Houses like this have a personality that very few can handle, love.. Do you think you have what it takes?"

"I'd like to think I do. Let's see if I can prove it to the house and you." Ember said with an underlying wickedness.

His eyes darkened at her response, a grin finding a home amongst his beautifully tanned features. She could feel her throat getting a little dry as her heart hammered against her chest, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away from his eyes. 

“I’m sure you will sweetheart, I can sense you’re very special.” The husky tone of his voice and a slight breeze winding its way behind her, brought goosebumps to her skin. She broke away from his gaze momentarily to look back, only to be interrupted by his hand landing softly atop hers. 

“What do you say we sign those papers, love?”

Ember nodded, her head feeling light as Bucky pulled his hand from hers, fingertips grazing her wrist as guided her to the kitchen island where the papers were suddenly laid out waiting. 

“Ready for your life to change, darling?”

“That’s a… uh, that’s a big question.” Ember replied nervously, “oh do you have a—“ 

Before she could finish her sentence, Bucky held out a pen. Onyx and gold, expensive in every sense of the word. 

“Just a signature on the line, sweetheart.”

She must have caught something over the past few days between packing and running herself ragged, because Ember felt herself sweating, the letters on the page rearranging themselves and swirling in front of her vision. She smelled the faintest hint of sulfur, followed closely by the rich woodsy smell of Bucky's cologne, almost like firewood. 

Ember reached for the pen and Bucky quirked a brow and his tongue darted out to flick across his bottom lip. Her knees nearly buckled.

"You alright there, sugar?"

"Y-- yeah," she rasped, quickly signing to avoid any further embarrassment as her cheeks blazed. She smiled and returned the pen. "All good."

As she signed her name on the dotted line she could have sworn the ink was a deep red... but when she blinked it was back to a deep blue color. She pushed the papers back to Bucky.

“There you are. That wasn’t so hard was it?” He grinned as he looked at her signature.

Ember swallowed, placing the pen back down onto the table. Sweat trickled down her spine and her thighs were sticking together under her skirt. 

"Ember... can I ask you a question?"

His husky voice made her head snap up to meet his gaze and she hummed in acknowledgement. Bucky stared at her for a moment before leaning forward, his eyes never leaving hers. 

"Why are you scared?"

Ember felt lost in his intense gaze for a moment before she forced herself to blink.

"Scared?" She laughed nervously, "Why would I be scared?"

Bucky's lips were curled into a seductive smile though, "Sometimes signing these things... can feel like signing your life away," he said with a wink.

There was a sudden flash of lightning across the sky- the kitchen was bathed in bright white light, and Bucky’s face was illuminated against the backdrop of the dark wooden cabinets. Ember glanced out the window and could see dark clouds gathering outside, hiding the orange and pink hues of the sunset. The lights overheard flickered as thunder boomed. A chill ran down her spine. 

“I’ll make sure the electrician sorts that out,” Bucky whispered with a toothy grin.

Ember’s eyes raked over his features, somehow his cheekbones were sharper in the dim light of the kitchen and his stubble only further contoured his jawline. For a moment she imagined the small pickles of his beard against her skin and what his skin would feel like under her touch. 

"Ember?" The gravel of his voice pulled her back as she shook her head, trying to shake the thoughts and the warmth spreading through her away. 

"Sorry..." She nervously chewed on the inside of her lip as he smiled once more at her, narrowing his eyes for a split second before standing straight. 

"No need to apologize, sweets." Bucky gestured to the hallway leading out of the kitchen, "Let me show you some of the more important things you'll need to know to live here."

Ember walked through the doorway in front of him, brushing her bangs away from her damp forehead. Maybe she was coming down with something. She felt the heat of his hand return to the small of her back and when his thumb began tracing small circles against the edge of her top she almost moaned.

“Which way first, sugar? Upstairs or the basement?”

Swallowing thickly, her eyes bounced between the stairs going up and a dark door with a padlock she was sure led to the basement. It was like a magnetic pull was drawing her towards the door. Like it was whispering and calling her name… 

“Let’s go upstairs first!” She said quickly. “I uh, I need to make sure there’s enough closet space for all my.. clothes” she winced at herself, knowing how dumb that sounded. 

“As you wish, Ember.. right this way” Bucky gestured to the stairs, his eyes never leaving hers.

The electricity sparking in the air, Ember followed Bucky up the stairs, her eyes fixed on his broad frame encased by a well tailored suit.

Once they reached the landing, Bucky led her down the hallway to their left leading them towards the master bedroom. 

The room was exquisitely decorated in bold colors, mahogany furniture and the most amazing mirror she'd ever laid eyes on rimmed with gold detailing. Ember looked around the room in awe, meeting Bucky's satisfied gaze with a smile. 

"What do you think? Everything up to your expectations, sweetheart?" he asked as he slowly made his way next to her.

“It’s— honestly I’m lost for words,” Ember breathed, jumping a little as she turned to find Bucky right beside her. 

He had been silent, not even a creak of the old floorboards had given him away and Ember shivered, a cold sensation creeping across the back of her neck. 

“Have a wander, the view from the window is to die for.” Bucky murmured softly, his voice low in her ear.

She gulped and headed for the window, staring out at the gorgeous and expansive backyard. Red and gold leaves littered the ground and the entire yard was surrounded by iron fencing that was painted black. The trees were a mixture of red, gold, and bright yellow, leaves slowly trailing off of the branches and fluttering to the ground as the sun shone through them. 

"Breathtaking, isn't it?" Bucky asked from behind her, his warm breath on her neck felt almost fiery and she began to sweat. "Might make you feel better about signing your s-- life away."

"Yeah," she rasped. 

"It's all yours, darlin'. How does it feel?"

“Like I can’t exactly believe how lucky I am” Ember said as she continued to look out the window, it had begun to rain and the wind was blowing through the trees. She hadn’t realized how dark it had suddenly gotten. It was as if someone turned off the sun.

Bucky hummed and Ember swore she felt the vibration in her bones. A flash of lightning illuminated them once more, their reflection appearing in the windowpane. 

"I think," he whispered, creating a flicker of heat deep within Ember's body. "I might be the lucky one." 

Her eyes fluttered closed, the smell of smoke and sweetness growing stronger.  A feather light touch skimmed across the side of her throat as heat flickered in her belly and a whimper nearly slips through her lips. 

Another flash of lightning snapped Ember from her daze and she turned suddenly, meeting Bucky's wolf-like grin. 

"Just you wait, Miss Morris. We aren't even to the best part yet."

Ember took a shaky breath in, "Uh huh?" 

Thunder rippled through the room and a moment later lighting illuminated everything again - the storm was closer than she had thought.

But the light had cast their shadows sharply on the wall behind Bucky - if she didn't know better she could have sworn his had horns.

"Uhm... Y-you wanted to show me the basement as well?" She finally managed to get out.

His head tilted to the side, studying her for a moment, his grin still playing on his face, "Sure thing, sweetheart."

Gazing at him felt like she was staring into a funhouse mirror, except he was the only thing in focus. Her body felt tingly as if she was drunk and normally she liked the feeling. It made her feel relaxed and unwound but with Bucky, there was an underlying tension that it combatted. Like the feeling your stomach gets at the top of a roller coaster just before going over the edge but on repeat. 

"Lead the way," He urged, a cool hand once again found its way to her lower back, gently encouraging her forwards through the doorway and down the stairs.

They reached the bottom of the stairs and turned towards the basement door. She felt it again, that strange calling, drawing her ever closer to the padlocked door. It shimmered, as if in a heat haze, and she leaned into Bucky’s hand, searching for any shred of comfort. An ice cold tingling spread up her arm as he pressed a heavy iron key into her palm.

“Go ahead, unlock it. It’s your house.”

She slid the key into the rusted padlock and with a menacing click it unlocked. Pushing the door open, the air filled with a  loud creaking sound, Ember's eyes adjusted to the imminent darkness.

It looked like a normal basement and she was momentarily confused as to why a dusty basement could be “the best part.” 

“It’s, um… it’s a basement.” She chuckled despite the prickle of heat on her skin and the sudden feeling of her blood simmering in her veins. 

She could feel Bucky behind her, his hand daring to rest on her waist. 

“Ready, sweetheart?” 

“For what?” She breathed, why the hell is it so hot down here? 

In her peripherals, Ember watched as Bucky brought his hand up, poised to snap his fingers. She squeezed her eyes shut as the sound echoed loud and clear in her ear.

"Open your eyes, Ember."

His voice sounded more like a raspy snarl that invaded her ears. She smelled smoke, almost felt it filling her lungs, and her eyes popped open. Around them was a sea of flames. Bucky was still in his crisp suit, the fire licking the icy blue color of his eyes. 

In his hands, was the contract she signed upstairs. She looked down to see the floor black as night. The two of them were standing in a large pentagram with perfect lines etched into the floor in crimson paint. She smelled copper and her heart began to pound.

"What's going on?" She whispered. "Is this a trick?"

Bucky shook his head and took a step toward her. She tried to move backward, but it felt like she was pressed up against some kind of invisible wall. He reached out a hand and cupped her cheek, his skin searing hot as he ran his thumb across her cheekbone. His eyes dug into her soul.

"I've waited centuries for you."

His fingers moved to hold her chin between his thumb and forefinger and he lifted her chin ever so slightly so his eyes burned into her soul. She gulped a little, behind his piercing blue eyes there was something sinister that was calling towards her as if there was a force pulling her towards him.

“That’s… uh… an awfully long time to wait to sell a house” she whispered.

Bucky huffed out a laugh as his thumb grazed her bottom lip, causing her mouth to fall slightly open. 

"You're worth it. So kind, so soft, so...human."

Ember shivered as his hand trailed down her neck, long fingers gently resting at the base of her throat. The flames flickered and his grip on her soft skin tightened as he held the papers up between them. 

"And now, you're all mine."

What exactly had been in that contract? 

She bit her lip, lost in his gaze, he was so handsome - did she really want to be anywhere else?

She whimpered - what was he doing to her??

Ember felt like her entire body was on fire as the heat swelled around her, but even then she was so entranced by him. 

“What are you doing to me?” She managed through an almost moan. 

His eyes darkened at the noise making him tilt his head to the side and making a few tsks as he slowly dragged his index finger down the column of her throat causing her to lean involuntarily into him, “Oh, Baby girl, I haven’t done anything to you, yet.”

Flames burned in his gaze as he leaned forwards, his lips following the path of his finger, leaving a blazing trail in their wake. Ember drew in a shuddering breath, her fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, and he chuckled darkly.

“I knew it was you,” he whispered, his tongue flicking against the shell of her ear. “As soon as I saw you.”

He nipped along the edge of her jaw, the gentle scruff of his beard a counterpoint to the sharpness of his teeth.

Ember's breath hitched as his mouth inched closer to hers. It was like she was hypnotized by him. Nothing around them mattered anymore. As soon as his lips touched hers it was like a volcano exploded in her.

Their lips moved together in perfect harmony, as if they were made purely for each other. Electricity shot through her nerves as he wrapped his hands around her waist and brought her closer to him. He bit her lip softly and ran his tongue across it before pulling back from the kiss.

"I don't- What do you mean you knew it was me?" she whispered through ragged breaths.

"I've been waiting for the perfect partner to share all of this with and when you came into town it was like something came alive in me. All this time all I needed was you, Ember."

“But you don’t know—“ her words were stolen with another kiss, bruising and hungry. The heat within her burned brighter, white hot sparks with every tender brush of Bucky’s hands.

He was confusing, contradicting in the way he kissed and touched her, her mind felt dizzy with him.

“I know you, Ember.” Bucky purred through labored breaths, “I know your soul, it won’t be missed.” He laid a hand on her chest, his palm feeling like it was burning through her clothes. “And that makes you perfect for me.”

“My soul … won’t be missed, what is that supposed to mean?” She asked, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. All along her skin she felt light sparks of electricity as if she was constantly getting small static shocks. The air around them seemed to grow heavier and more humid by the second.

Bucky groaned, throwing his head back in impatience.

"It means that when you signed yourself to this house," he murmured as his hands gripped the fabric of her skirt at her hips. "You signed yourself to me."

He pulled her forward and started to press soft kisses to her face, her jaw and down her neck as she whimpered. 

"All you have to do, sweet girl, is say yes. I wanna hear you say it."

Each kiss down her neck felt like fire, igniting something deep within her.

"What - " she gasped when his lips landed on a particularly sensitive spot, just below her ear, "Mm, what happens if I say no?"

She felt his chuckle against her skin, "Your soul already belongs to me, sweetheart - You're stuck here now. Might as well give me everything else, right?"

Something at the back of her mind was screaming - but his body against hers felt so, so good. It was too late now, wasn't it?

"Yes," her response fell from her lips with another gasp as he squeezed her closer.

Bucky’s teeth nipped gently at her ear lobe, sending shockwaves straight to her center. She felt hands creep against her shoulders and gently shove her coat off. Yet, his hands were still firmly grasped at her waist.

The coat pooled around her ankles, touching the flames, and she gasped as his thumbs pushed against her hip bones.

“Whose hands were-“ he cut her off with a vicious kiss, their teeth clicking.

“It’s all in the contract, sweets,” he groaned, kissing down the length of her shoulder. “We can go through it later.”

His tongue felt razor sharp against her skin as he nipped and sucked at her collar bone. Ember let out a sultry moan in response to him as her fingers clamped around the lapels of his suit jacket. She could feel his fingertips bruising into the soft squishy flesh around her hips.

"What do you desire, Ember?" He cooed, pulling back slightly as his lips hovered over her kiss bitten ones. "Tell me what you desire and I'll burn the world down to give you it all."

“I…I want…”

She slid her hands under his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders.

“Bucky I want…you.”

She made quick work of his tie and the buttons of his shirt, relishing in the low growl he made when she scraped her nails up the plane of his chest.

Ember's head was spinning with thoughts of Bucky. That was it. It was as if everything else she had been worried about that day or throughout her life just vanished. All she could imagine was him. What his hands would do to her, how his tongue felt on her throat, the smoky smell of his cologne and how his beard felt scratching her skin. 

He moved to grasp her wrists gently in his hands and took a small step backwards, "Easy there, sugar.. All in good time.." He smirked before pressing his lips to hers. "Let me show you how long I've waited for you.. Let me ravish you the way you deserve" He growled.

She felt her breath grow heavy as her head got lighter. The overwhelming lust made her feel limp, powerless. But she loved it, in fact she craved it. 

“Tell me, sweetheart” he whispers as he brushes a strand of hair from in front of her hair behind her ear. “How good are you at obeying?”

Ember felt her cheeks heating up at his question but it felt like she lost her ability to speak.

"I want you to kneel, sweets. Can you do that for me ?" Bucky whispered in her ear causing a wave of goosebumps on her skin.

"Kneel?" She asked. 

Bucky grinned and grasped her chin, lifting her eyes to meet his.

"I asked you how good you were at obeying me, sweets, so show me." His lips hovered just above hers. "Kneel."

His voice was commanding and low, rippling through her bones like a low burning flame. Suddenly, it was as though her body wasn't her own, but she didn't care. She dropped to her knees in front of him and licked her lips. Bucky chuckled softly as he pushed her hair back.

"Such a good girl."

Ember nuzzled into his hand, eyelashes tickling the palm of his hand. She looked up at him, his broad form towering over her as the firelight cast shadows on his sharp cheekbones and shined in his pitch black eyes. 

"Your good girl, right?" she whispered breathlessly. 

Without a second thought, she opened her mouth and took two of his fingers in, swirling her tongue around the tips and causing his mouth to fall open. The groan he let out shot straight between her legs and she raked her nails down the front of his pants. He slipped his fingers from her mouth as she fumbled with the belt of his pants. 

She pulled his dress pants and boxer briefs down in one fell swoop, his hard cock slapping against his abs. A moan spilled from his lips as Ember grasped his impressive length at the base and spit into her other hand. He slipped his open dress shirt off his shoulders and tossed it aside, cast into the fire.

Again, it felt like she was watching herself from across the room- this newfound, confident Ember- amongst the flames and fire of the basement. 

She pumped Bucky’s cock in her hand as she adjusted her knees against the concrete floor. She could feel small rocks and debris digging in to her skin, but it didn’t matter. 

Bucky’s hands wove into her long hair, gently pulling her face back as she continued to stroke his cock with one hand. She looked up at him through her lashes. “My good girl, mmm- I like the sound of that,” he moaned as his hips bucked into her hand.

Ember ran her tongue along her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving his blackened ones. The flames flickered against his golden skin, casting shadows against the ridges of his abs and the sharp V that led straight to where her hands were working, doing absolutely nothing to stave off the warmth currently pooling in her panties.

"You're so big." She whispered, her eyes trailing down his body, to his cock currently weeping precum onto her hands. Ember felt him twitch every so slightly as his lips wickedly curled upwards.

"You can take it," He growled lowly, sharp teeth biting into his plump bottom lip watching as she slowly wrapped her lips around him.

She hummed as she took him farther into her mouth, keeping her eyes locked with his. A sultry moan dripped from his lips as he pushed her head gently, urging her forward to take him deeper.

"That's it sweet girl, a little more.. you can do it" He coached, brushing his fingertips lightly on her hollowed out cheeks.

Ember pulled back, and swiped her tongue through the slit gathering up the pre-cum before taking him back in her mouth.

"Mhhm. Fuck. Such a good girl." He droned, he let his head fall back in pleasure as Ember swirled her tongue around his cock, coaxing another guttural moan out of him.

She relaxed her throat and took him in further, hollowing out her cheeks as she bobbed her head. The soft graze of his nails against her scalp and his moans served as encouragement. Ember pulled slightly back, lifting her hand to grasp the base of his cock. Her mouth and hand worked in tandem to bring him to his peak.

"Shit. I'm gonna come sweetheart, just like that." he panted.

Bucky's fingers began to swim through her hair as his moans got louder, but almost sweet. Ember could feel wetness pooling between her thighs and he chuckled, gripping her hair and setting a firm pace. His cock slammed against the back of her throat and Ember could feel tears forming in her eyes.

"You look so pretty crying for me, sweet thing," he murmured as she felt him wipe a tear away with the pad of his thumb. "It makes me want to rip you apart."

She liked the sound of that.

Ember moaned loudly, her fingers finding their way between her thighs, teasing her swollen clit through her panties. Bucky drove his cock deeper down her throat and finally, she felt him come as pressed her face against his pelvis. Tears dripped down her cheeks, mixing with her mascara to form thick, dark rivers that stained her skin.

"Take all of it-- that's a good girl," he rumbled.

He slid out with a hiss, pulling her mouth open to see the evidence of him on her tongue.

"Fucking perfect," Bucky groaned and Ember felt her panties soak even further at the praise. "You ready for more, sweetheart?"

Ember stood, pulling her sweater over her head and making messy waves fall around her tear-stained face. Bucky's eyes flickered over the lacy cups of her bra and the swell of her breast, licking his lips. Her hands fell on her skirt and Bucky made a noise, stepping forward to grasp her hand.

"Leave it on," he growled before capturing her mouth with his own.

She whined into the kiss as his hand slipped under the edge of her skirt, tearing her panties away like they were nothing.

"Pretty girl," he groaned, licking her jaw slowly, one hand on her bare hip, the nails of his other dragging across her thigh till it was between her legs.

The moan that escaped her was downright sinful - there was pain where his nails had dug in, but it was good pain.

Bucky lightly ran his fingertips through her slick folds and a moan bubbled up in her throat. He removed his hand from her core before he spun her around. She gasped at the loss of contact, and immediately arched her back as she felt his thick cock against the fabric of her skirt.

He snapped his fingers and, out of nowhere, a large rock formation grew from the ground, i the middle of the pentagram. It was covered in the same red as the ominous shape.

Bucky grabbed her hips and roughly walked her forward, toward the rock. He put his large hand in the middle of Ember’s back and started to bend her over the rock. “Is this okay with you?” he sang, his voice sickly sweet. She nodded quickly, her eyes rolling back as he pushed further- her hands landing against the rough rock.

Ember's hands slipped against the crimson sticky substance that covered the formation, almost sliding forward but she felt his strong arm quickly wrap around her waist, catching her fall.

"Careful sweetheart," Bucky warned, leaning over her and pressing his chest against her back. His fingers trailed down the front of her stomach to the junction between her thighs, "I'm not done with you yet." He growled into her ear, nipping at her earlobe before pressing a soft kiss against her neck, dragging his teeth along her shoulder.

Ember whined, planting her hands firmly against the formation determined to not let herself slip again even though something in the back of her mind told her he'd catch her if she did. Bucky's fingers spread through her folds once more, his index finger rubbing slow teasingly tight circles against her clit.

"Take me," She breathed, pressing her hips into his pelvis feeling just how hard his cock had stayed.

A mix between a chuckle and growl left Bucky's throat from deep in his chest. He pulled his hand away and pressed his hip against her ass. "Don't be a bad girl Ember... You'll get what you want if you listen"

"Bucky please.." She whimpered, turning her head to look back at him with a small pout.

​​Bucky smirked, and leaned forward, taking some of the red substance from the rock and swiping it across her bottom lip. "My pretty girl.. " He whispered, before bringing his hand back down between her thighs and shoving a long finger into her, pulling a gasp from her lips. 

Ember felt like her head was spinning with pleasure. All she wanted was him. And he was depriving her of that. It wasn't fair.

"Just. Fuck. Me" Ember growled back.

Bucky's tongue swiped his bottom lip as a toothy grin appeared on his lips, "There she is..."

He slid his finger from inside her and turned her around slowly to face him, pushing her back against the rock. Her knees nearly gave out when she was met with the sight of Bucky licking her slick off his finger. His other hand found her thigh and he swung her leg across his hip, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance.

"Bucky, please." she whispered. 

"I'm getting there sweetheart, I just need one more thing from you, ok?" he purred as his hands worked the clasp of her bra, slipping it down her arms and throwing it into the flames. "See I need, just a couple of drops of well, you, to finally bind us for eternity."

Ember smiled at him, he doesn't need anything else to have her for eternity, she's his. "I'll give you anything."

"Mmm, as I you." he hummed. She watched the cerulean of his eyes be completely eclipsed, as his nails turned into claws. She felt no fear as he looked deep into her eyes, he was absolutely breathtaking. Bucky dragged his nail down her chest and she felt a sharp sting as he broke skin and blood began dripping down her chest. He swiped a finger through the red stream, collecting some of her blood as his tongue slipped between his plump lips. As he extended his hand to the side, letting the drops of blood fall to the pentagram below them, he dipped his head and dragged his tongue along the cut lapping up her blood. Ember let out a guttural moan at his action as the flames around them grew taller.

"Oh my God!" Ember gasped.

Bucky pulled back, his eyes black as night. She could see her terrified reflection staring back at her within them. It felt like looking into an abyss. A black, forked tongue darted out from between his lips as he shook his head slowly, her blood staining his lips. Small dark veins appeared on the skin around his eyes, pulsing like lightning strikes.

"No God," he whispered.

The flames grew taller and he smiled at her, dragging a claw across the open cavernous wound on her skin. She hissed in pain and he smiled, but Ember could still feel her cunt pulsing and aching for him as he pushed a claw into the edge of the wound and formed a "J", as though he were using a paintbrush.

"What are you doing?" She groaned.

"Signing my half of the contract."

Her skin split like butter underneath a hot knife and more blood began to stream down her chest. All she smelled was copper and sulfur, all she wanted was for him to consume her completely. Bucky caught it with his tongue and groaned, his claw forming the letter "B", followed by another. 

Ember's breath came out in shaky pants and Bucky's inky black eyes locked onto hers. He dragged his knife-like claw across his chest as he viciously thrust into her. Pain coursed through her body and her back arched like a bow. Her scream was eaten by the flames that surrounded them as his blood began to mix with hers.

"Oh, darlin', that is such a sweet sound," he groaned with a toothy grin, drops of her blood staining his sharp features.

His hips snapped into her relentlessly and she dug her nails into the taut muscles of his back, trying desperately to hold on. It feels like he's fucking in her chest, stealing her breath with every slam.

"Bucky," Ember whimpered. "It's too much..." 

His lips brushed her sweaty temples, inhaling blood and something sweet as he fucked her deeper. 

"You can take it, Ember. I know you can."

Maybe it was the praise, maybe he did something else - but the pleasure was starting to override the pain.

Everything else was nothing now - there was only Bucky, his low grunts, the way he was biting on his plump lower lip - and oh, hell - the way he was looking at her.

She knew she was getting close to her breaking point, but she didn't want it to stop now.

"Bucky!" She cried out, "Keep going - just like that!"

His head dropped to the base of her neck, "Ember!"

She could feel this prickling of his forked tongue trailing down the column of her neck, teeth bared and snarls escaping his lips as their eyes met, for a moment the black in his flickered to the ocean blue she'd come to know. Her chest stung and felt tight from the heat and pleasure building within her.

"I am yours," He growled, pressing crimson stained lips to her own in a wet slick kiss. Bucky's hips snapped relentlessly, her back undoubtedly getting thrashed from the rough edges of the rock, "As you are mine."

Ember's hands found his chest, digging her own nails into his skin causing tiny crescent moons to form on his chest. Bucky hissed, his eyes darkening as small trickles of dark blood, darker than her own, trailed down his chest.

"Mine." She groaned as the tip of his cock began hitting that spot inside of her that made her euphoric.

The fire in her belly grew as the flames did around them. Pain and pleasure mixing together as Bucky slammed into her. Ember could feel herself clenching and fluttering around him getting closer and closer to her edge. She couldn't remember the last time a man had made her feel like this. In fact she couldn't remember anything. And Bucky was no man.

"Come on baby girl.." He grunted, his fingers digging into her skin. "You can hold on a bit longer.." He smirked into her skin. 

Tears pooled in her eyes as she shook her head, letting out a raspy moan, "No.. Bucky please.. I'm gonna.." 

She felt his thumb wipe a tear from her cheek, "Don't you dare... A little longer sweet thing.. you can do it" He whispered, capturing her lips once more.

Ember dragged her nails down his back. The chorus of their moans and groans lost between their lips as he clapped his hips relentlessly against hers. He grasped his chin with her hand breaking away from the kiss, to lick away her tears. Her eyes were slammed shut as she tried her hardest to hold off her climax.

"Look at me, Ember." his raspy voice, making her cunt flutter once more. He grinned as her eyes fluttered open.

"Let go." he whispered against her lips.

His black eyes sunk into her like the claws that had pierced her skin not moments ago. The sensation running through her was electric, warmth spreading through her belly. Pleasure and pain were swirling in her body and she felt her chin tremble.

"I'm afraid," she whimpered.

Bucky's mouth dropped open and he drove himself into her with a brutal thrust that caused her to cry out. His hand cupped her cheek and she could feel sharp claws grazing lovingly against her skin. His lips hovered over hers.

"I've got you, mon amour." She sobbed and he licked away another tear that trickled down her face, smiling at her with hollow, shark-like eyes. Somehow, she found warmth in them as he nuzzled his nose against hers. 

"You're okay."

Her eyes rolled back and his mouth eclipsed hers as a blinding climax began to consume her like the flames that surrounded them. She had to break the kiss to scream as Bucky bit into her shoulder, leaving a blackened mark on her skin as he fucked her through her climax.

The all-consuming pleasure still hadn't subsided when Bucky's own movements started to become erratic.

"Close, sweets - so close," he panted.

For a moment, as his pleasure peaked and he lost control, Ember got a glimpse of his true form - skin grey, red veins spreading out from his black eyes.

It was the horns that really stood out though, and Ember reached up to touch one as her vision cleared.

That seemed to trigger what he had been chasing, a drawn out whine escaped him as her fingers dragged along the rough horns.

"Give into me," She begged as Bucky's hips continued to brutally snap against her own spilling into her. His head fell back with a guttural growl and a haze of black smoke began emanating off of him. He was dark and as her eyes grazed over his form, she should have been scared, but instead was filled with adoration.

Ember's fingers trailed down his hairline and along his jaw before running her thumb along his blood stained bottom lip admiring the noises he was making, her own moans still filling the room as he pushed her to the edge of another tiny bursting orgasm. Dark eyes locked with hers again and she knew he had her. Her body trembled against his own, their bodies slick with sweat and blood and all she wanted was more of him.

"So perfect," he panted, hips slowing down their erratic pace as exhaustion began washing over her overstimulated body. Bucky peppered her jaw and neck with kisses, every so often licking the still drying blood from her body before soothing the gashes with his tongue.

"Mmm.." Ember hummed, as her arms moved up to drape around Bucky's shoulders. Her mind felt clearer then ever, and she could see her entire life here with him. All the worries, and terror of not being able to think of anything else had been washed away. "What now..?" She whispered, sleepily. 

Swooping down, Bucky hooked an arm under her legs, and hoisted her up into him as he shushed her. He carried her up the stairs and made his way back up to the second floor master bathroom. Ember took note on how the basement door swung shut and the click of the padlock all happened behind him. He placed her on the white marble countertop and moved swiftly to start the bath, steam emanating from the tap. As the clawfoot tub began to fill, he moved back over to Ember, picking her back up and facing her towards the mirror. 

"I told you my love... I'm going to take care of you" He whispered, moving her dark hair off her shoulder so she could watch her body heal. The "JB" above her heart now looking more like a faint scar than an open cut. "You are mine" 

"I am yours" She repeated, feeling him place a light kiss on her shoulder.

Masterlist

[buckyndean]

Who's Your Daddy?

This is entirely @lookiamtrying 's fault and you can blame her that I did this instead of work on any of my poor, forgotten (not really) WIPs.

Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x Reader

Word Count: 846

Warning: SMUT 18+ (MINORS DNI), daddy kink, praise kink, spit kink, explicit language, p in v sex, squirting (mentioned), light choking, and uhhhh i think that's it?

Enjoy my filth xoxo

By clicking “keep reading” you agree that you are at least 18+ years of age.

A whimper was all that could escape as Chris’ fingers wrapped tighter around the column of your throat. Each drag of his thick cock against your velvet walls was hurling you closer toward bliss. While his hand continued it’s hold on your throat, the other continued to knead your breasts roughly.

“Tell me who’s making you feel this good, sweetheart, hmm?” Chris grunted as he gave a ruthless snap of his hips into yours, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

“Daddy!”

You didn’t even realize the word had left your lips, brain far too blissed out to fully make the connection. What did catch your attention however, was the way Chris’ movements came to a complete stop and his hand left your throat.

Your eyes slowly blinked open, chest heaving as you caught Chris’ gaze - somehow hungrier than it had been previously.

“Daddy, huh?” A smirk settled on his lips as he panted over you, placing his hands on either side of your head.

Your eyes widened in horror as you realized what you had done and you wanted nothing more than to disappear into thin air. As you stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse as to why you would’ve said that particular word, Chris pushed his hips slowly forward until he was buried to the hilt inside you - earning a moan from you once more.

“Say it again, sweetheart.” The low timbre of his voice in your ear, causing a shiver to shoot down your spine

Your heart felt as though it would beat out of your chest at any moment as you looked Chris in the eye, feeling incredibly small under his lustful gaze. You opened your mouth to speak, but once more there wasn’t anything coming out.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Did Daddy fuck you speechless?” Chris grinned as your lips parted even more at his words and it was very apparent to him that this was turning you on as much as it was him.

“P-please.” You finally managed to mutter. “Please fuck me, Daddy. Feels so good.”

There was a change to the look in Chris’ eyes as he lifted himself back up over you and grinned devilishly at you. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the way he began relentlessly thrusting himself into your already sensitive cunt. Your nails clawed their way down his back as your legs wrapped around his hips, desperate to feel him even deeper inside of you. The only noises you could make were whimpers and moans as he continued his ruthless pace.

As you arched your back and pressed your body into his when he hit just the right spot, Chris’ fingers wrapped around your throat once more. The pressure he added was never enough to scare you, instead just enough to make breathing slightly difficult.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for Daddy? You gonna make a mess all over my cock, baby girl?” His grip on your throat tightened as the coil in your lower abdomen did too.

You nodded as best as you could, holding on to him for dear life as he railed into you. As your moans and whines continued, Chris took the opportunity to lean over you and spit into your open mouth.

“That’s it, swallow it, baby. Such a good fuckin’ girl for Daddy.” He grunted, accentuating each of his words with a thrust.

It was at that moment that your vision began to blur and you were seeing stars. The coil in your stomach snapped so hard it felt as though your whole body was going to shake right off the mattress. A string of curses fell from Chris’ lips as he commented on how tightly you were squeezing him and how much of a mess you made.

His words were only somewhat audible to you as your head was stuck up in the clouds from your intense orgasm. Chris’ thrusts began to falter as he painted your walls with his spend. The grip on your throat was gone as he placed his hands beside your head once more.

The two of you panted in unison as he leaned his sweaty forehead against yours, pressing the occasional sloppy kiss to the corner of your mouth or jaw.

“So, you mean to tell me that to get you to squirt all I had to do was get you to call me Daddy?” Chris gave you a shit eating grin as he chuckled lightly when you weakly tried to shove him in response.

Your body shivered as he pulled out and began to gently clean you up. After getting things squared away, Chris slid into the end behind you and pulled your body flush against his. A soft hum buzzed from his chest as you laid your head against him. A scruffy kiss placed to your temple made you smile softly against his skin.

“Well, at least now we know.” You whispered, snuggling closer to him.

“Know what, baby girl?” Chris whispered back, fingertips running gently up and down your spine.

“That you have a Daddy kink.”

[buckyndean]

James Buchanan Barnes

The Bartender

The Detective

The Lifeguard

The Lawyer

The Woodsman

The Agent

The Set-up

The Birthday

The Boardwalk

The Festival

The Frat Party

The Spell

The Summer Camp

Other

The Nomad - Steve Rogers

The Groomsman - Steve Rogers

Stranger Things

Sweet Creature - Steve Harrington

Edge of Seventeen - Eddie Munson

Flavour of the Week - Steve Harrington

Sweet Dreams - Eddie Munson

[buckyndean]

they deserve a nice hug 💖

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[buckyndean]

im just saying i was 13 when i started watching supernatural so thats my excuse. post november 5th girlies i see you i understand u i forgive u. if THE BOYS??? or a TIKTOK OF A MAN IN A SWEATER???? is the thing making you watch 15 seasons of the cw's supernatural in the year 2022??? youve lost your mind youve lost your god damn mind. inexcusable.

[buckyndean]

then:

just so we're clear:

jensen really said 'can i get a big strong man to help me carry this chair' and then proceeded to ogle said man.