bulgingforbucky

[bulgingforbucky]

I make them kiss because I can

+ random study

[bulgingforbucky]

Killer Candy

Warning: Hazardous Choking, Art is scared of Freddy Krueger Art Donalson x afab!reader Word count: 1217 Summary: You've managed to get Art to watch Nightmare on Elm Street which was a fear from his childhood. While watching something bad happens and now he's scarred.

It's a casual movie night for you and Art; finals are over, and both of you took this as an opportunity to relax. Spending time with one another was rarely on schedule due to the contrast of your plans. Patrick is out for the night doing God knows what, but you both take the chance to spend time with one another. The decision was made to watch a movie, a horror movie to be specific. It was your idea, as Art is an action movie kind of guy. Snacks were put on the table while making an effort to get comfortable on the couch, with a blanket thrown over your bodies.

Nightmare on Elm Street was chosen as the movie.

Art throws his head back in protest with a sigh coming from him.

"Out of all movies, why this one?" he says with irritation, making you try your hardest to not let out a laugh. Art told you that when he was little, he watched the first movie, and it scarred him. He was too scared to fall asleep, thinking Freddy was going to kill him. Eventually he fell asleep, but he has recurring dreams with him running down hallways and flights with the end of him getting his heart ripped out. Yes, very traumatizing for the banana-flavored boy, but he's older, and you'll be his protector if he needs you to be. You won't allow him to go uncultured and not know anything about the Freddy franchise, as well as other killers.

"You need to get over your fear Art, that's why, if you watch the movies, it's actually funny and not scary," you reassured him with a comforting tone, pressing the buttons on the remote. He shakes his head, seeing you go down to the movie on the television before turning it on. The couch sinks under you as you scoot over to him to help him relax. You rub his arm softly, feeling goosebumps. "You know it's just a movie, right? He's not real," you whisper softly, looking up at him. He scoffs in response, making his curly fry hair bounce, "I know that, babe, I know."

The movie begins, and Art is taking it well. You make small jokes throughout it to make him laugh, so he won't be intimidated. Art's heart is pounding out of his chest expecting a jump scare every second. As expected, he takes a sharp breath at an expected scare which turns out to be nothing. A snicker comes from you trying to not laugh at him, but he's so cute when he's like this, adorable even. You look at him briefly before he faces you, making eye contact, your calm ones with his edgy ones.

"You ok?" you ask softly before looking away immediately when you see his eyes narrowed.

Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh.

"Now you know I'm not ok, you don't see me jumping over here? Give me those snacks," he says, taking the snack bowl away from you. Your hand covers your mouth at his reaction, you try to take the bowl from him making him put it out of your reach. You huff, turning back to the movie, not wanting to entertain his possible attempt to pull the attention away from the movie. Art quietly eats some of the candies before you scold him, "You're going to get a stomach ache if you eat all of that, you know."

"I wasn't going to eat all of it," he covers his mouth as he chews softly with a small frown. You smile, shaking your head, "Art, you have to pay attention to the movie, it's important." He looks like a chipmunk with all the candy in his mouth. You can just eat him up, but locking him away sounds more productive and beneficial. He passes you a couple of the candies but you're more of a chip girl rather than candy. "At least it's blueberry flavored, can't go wrong with that," you think to yourself as you pop it in your mouth.

You both return attention to the television, continuing the movie as it's almost done.

"Do you want to do a marathon or—"

"No."

You can't help but laugh at his immediate response. "Art, you didn't even let me finish," you laugh, trying to reason with him. "I don't need you to finish. I promise you I don't need to watch all the movies." He rolls his eyes, trying to avoid your attempts to make him watch more scary movies. "Baby, it gets more interesting, there's a Freddy vs. Jason movie," you mention, but you see his confused face.

"Who's Jason?"

Oh for fucks sake.

"He's a man who goes around killing people at like summer camps and stuff."

"What does he have to do with a man killing people in their dreams?"

You let out a tired sigh, "Lore Art... lore, you have to watch the movies to understand why." He finally agrees as he tells himself he's almost done with this movie. His hand reaches in the bowl before he grabs a peppermint unwrapping it. The candy is put into his mouth lying back. He suckles on it loving the minty flavor throughout his mouth. Flipping the mine in his mouth in a second, it slips into the back of his throat. In a panic, he stands up immediately, making the candy fall out of the bowl onto the floor.

You're alert to what's wrong with him; you see his hands on his chest. "Baby, what is it?" you say in a hurried tone as you're confused. He's managed to "swallow" it, but it's still there. "The peppermint is stuck in my throat," he says as he can still talk. Immediately, you grab your water, making him drink it. The water goes down, but it's nothing moving the mint at all. Art begins to panic as to why it's not going down.

"Art, breathe, you're ok, I'm right here, breathe. You can still talk, you're not choking breathe," you comfort him as panicking isn't going to help.

"I'm going to die."

"No, you're not—"

"Yes, I am!" he nods quickly as his body temperature rises in fear. "Baby, you're not gonna die from a peppermint, it's going to melt okay. Your throat is warm, it's going to melt," you guide him back onto the couch. "I'm going to fix you some warm tea, and it'll work. You're okay," you whisper before giving him a forehead kiss, making your way to the kitchen.

As you fix your tea, you can see the redness on Art's face as he rubs his throat. Every time he swallows, he can feel it there. Sounds of the microwave beeping following by the spoon stirring fills the kitchen. Once you think the drink is a good temperature for him, you make your way to him, carefully giving him the tea. He takes a couple of sips, feeling you sit by him, looking at him with care. He sighs, putting his head on your shoulder, "Thought I was gone there for a second." You frown, hearing the raspiness in his voice. "You okay, baby? Just drink your tea," you rub his arm, consoling him.

Art hasn't touched hard candy since, or watch the rest of the Freddy movies.

[bulgingforbucky]

lined up 𐙚 b.b

pairing: new avenger!bucky barnes x reader

warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors dni, sexual tension, dry humping, dominant!bucky, teasing, rough flirting, dirty talk

summary: bucky teaches you how to play pool. based on this request

word count: 995

author's note: pool is such a hot game, i love it, though i honestly suck at it.

The recreational room was quiet for once. No Alexei bellowing about rematches, no Yelena complaining about the vending machine, no sarcastic commentary from John. Just dim, flickering lights above, the low hum of some old speaker system, and the pool table that sat dead center like an unspoken challenge.

You shouldn’t have lingered. Should’ve kept walking when you saw him there, Bucky in a tactical tee with the sleeves pushed up, his forearms flexing as he chalked the cue with quiet focus.

But you didn’t walk away. Not when his rare good mood hung in the air like smoke. Not when his smirk was already loaded with trouble.

“Ever played before?” he asked, twirling the cue between his fingers so effortlessly it made your pulse skip.

“Once,” you replied, breath catching. “I sucked.”

His smile was slow, knowing. “I’ll teach you.”

Now you were bent over the edge of the table, cue in hand, trying not to squirm under the heat of his stare. You focused on the balls as hard as it was, instead of the way his shirt clung to his chest or how that muscle ticked in his jaw every time you shifted.

“Widen your stance,” Bucky murmured behind you, the sudden closeness making your breath hitch. “You’re too stiff.”

You obeyed before your brain even caught up, spreading your legs just slightly, only for him to step in behind you, boots heavy on the floor, presence unmistakable. His hands landed on your hips, strong and certain, the kind of grip that made your stomach twist with want.

“Here,” he said roughly, “let me help.”

He guided you forward until your body touched the table, the cool felt brushing your forearms as his front pressed against your back. You could feel him, heat and muscle, that dense, coiled strength that made him lethal on the field and devastating off it. The brush of his cock against your ass was unmistakable, and he didn’t even try to hide it.

“Bucky,” you breathed, voice catching.

“Shh,” he said, mouth near your ear, voice barely restrained. “Just showing you how it’s done.”

His metal hand slid down your side, cold against the heat of your skin, until it reached your hand on the cue. He adjusted your grip with slow, practiced movements, but his hips never moved away, if anything, he pressed in harder, grinding just enough to make your pulse stutter.

“Now bend over a little more.”

You obeyed, and that earned you a low, guttural sound. It wasn’t a word, it was need.

“You gotta stop doing that,” he murmured, grinding against you in a slow, filthy motion that made your thighs clench. “You’re making it real hard to focus.”

“I thought you were supposed to be teaching me,” you said with a faint, teasing lilt.

“Oh, I am,” he whispered, hips dragging against you again. “Lesson one: let me fuckin’ focus.”

Your smirk faltered when he pushed forward again, cock thick and hard through his jeans, grinding against your ass with agonising control. You gasped, hands tightening on the table.

“That part of the game?” you managed, voice shaking.

He chuckled darkly. “Only when you bend over the table like that, sweetheart.”

The cue was taken from your hand and dropped behind you without care. His flesh hand ran up your spine, then pushed gently between your shoulder blades until your cheek nearly touched the felt.

“Bucky-" you started, but he cut you off with a quiet growl.

“I’m not gonna fuck you here,” he said, grinding into you harder, his cock sliding exactly where you needed him. “Not yet. Just wanna feel you like this.”

You whimpered as he rocked against you again, the friction obscene. He was fully hard now, thick and heavy, and you could feel every inch of him through both layers of fabric. Your body arched instinctively into him, and he let out a dark, broken groan.

“You like teasing me?” he growled. “Wearing those tight little pants? Bending over like this? Think I haven’t noticed how you look at me during training?”

Your thighs pressed together without thinking, your whole body burning. Then his hand slid between your legs and pressed against your core. Even through your jeans, you knew he could feel how wet you were.

“Fucking soaked,” he muttered, his fingers pressing harder. “And I haven’t even touched you properly.”

“You’re insane,” you choked out, barely holding on.

“No,” he murmured. “I’m patient. If I wasn’t, your pants would already be around your ankles and this table would be shaking.”

The words made you clench, dizzy from the arousal pulsing through your body. His lips found your neck then, hot, rough, biting, the kind of messy affection that left no question about what he wanted. His metal hand squeezed your ass, fingers digging into the flesh with a possessiveness that made you moan.

“You think I’m not dying to fuck you right here?” he rasped. “Right now? But I’m not gonna. Not until you beg.”

You arched against him with a sound that was half whimper, half plea.

“Say it,” he growled. “Say please.”

You shook your head, panting, defiant even as your body screamed for him.

He froze behind you. Then, again, voice edged with steel.

“Say. It.”

Your voice trembled. “Please… Bucky. Please.”

The growl that rumbled from his chest was primal. His hips gave one more brutal grind into you, enough to make your knees buckle. And then, he stepped back.

The loss of contact was immediate and devastating. You spun to face him, trembling, wide-eyed, flushed with need.

“Why-?”

“You’re not ready,” he said smoothly, retrieving the cue like nothing had happened. “Not yet.”

“You bastard,” you muttered, voice wrecked.

He leaned in again, lips brushing your ear like a promise you’d never forget.

“Lesson two’s gonna be about patience, sweetheart.”

And then he lined up his shot, cue tapping the ball like he hadn’t just left you soaked and shaking.

a/n: also after writing this, i asked my boyfriend to teach me how to play pool properly ;)

[bulgingforbucky]

The Dandelion Boy

NSFW Warning: Handjob, Cum eating, Finger sucking Art Donaldson x afab!reader Word count: 1459 Summary: You are working on a college assignment for one of your main courses. You innocently caress Art while doing so, but it gives Art no so innocent feelings. I know he can laugh like SpongeBob and do it as flirtation. (I might write about that) He also has allergies and is sensitive to smells.

Have Art lie his head on your stomach, his blonde curls tickling your skin because you have sleep shorts on. He is staring off to the side while he fidgets and tugs on the hem of your shorts. You've grown used to it as you're doing your own work on your tablet. There's silence between you, other than the TV that is playing in the background, and your pen making firm tapping sounds on the tablet screen. Reading your assignment, you rub Art's back as a silent comforting reassurance that you're still there. His soft breathing makes your heart ache slightly due to him being so peaceful.

"You're going to wear a hole in my shorts if you keep doing that." Your tone is mumbled slightly from being focused on your assignment. You hear a hum from him as he continues to rub the hem of your shorts between his fingers. Soft sighs come from you becoming somewhat frustrated with your work. You write your answers down before erasing them. In your peripheral vision, you see Art's light eyes look up at you from under your tablet. Continuing to work, you can see how his eyebrows and furrowed with his lips formed in a small frown. He's worried about you, is all, seeing how you're working so frequently.

"You okay, baby?" Art says full of worry, seeing the stress on your face. You nod as your lips are pursed while you complete your assignment, "I'm fine, I'm almost done." He shakes his head in doubt because you said that almost an hour ago. You're telling the truth this time. You have one question left, then you'll be done. You chuckle softly at his reaction before you turn your tablet, showing him what you're working on, "I am Art, look." His eyes narrow as he looks at it, and indeed, you were almost done. A small smile appears on his face at how you're almost free from your work. You turn the tablet back to you so you can continue the work that's "not going to be on the test," but you know it is. Your hand rubs the back of his neck, sending a small shiver through him.

Your touches begin to become more frequent along his back and sides, along with scratching the back of his head. His body begins to shift, pushing his head into your stomach, "Baby?" Your concentration on your work is broken by hearing your boyfriend call you, and you glance in his direction. You can see how he's flustered and nibbling on his lip, "What is it, Art?" He swallows softly as he has to be straightforward, and he can feel his face getting hot by the second.

"You're making me hard."

You tilt your head at him, making him turn his head to face the TV instead of you. "Yes, I know you would be disappointed in me, you're just caressing me, there was no intention of anything sexual." Art thinks to himself, wanting to leave the room from embarrassment at how he can get worked up so easily. Art can feel you move under him, wondering what you are doing, but not wanting to turn around. You place your tablet to the side before you rub his side, feeling him tense under your touch. You can feel the heat coming from him before you lean down to his ear, pressing a small kiss to it.

Art squeezes his eyes closed at the contact before feeling more kisses against his neck and the side of his face. He bites his lip from the heightened sensitivity of your lips on his hot skin. Kisses are led down his neck before you softly suck the skin there making Art gasp. His cock is hard against his sweats and most likely leaking precum as aswell. His body squirms, which makes your hand that is on his side grip him to keep him still. The action makes the boy whimper, your lips pull off his skin that is now a soft hue of red and purple. More kisses a planted on him before his hand grabs yours, pulling it to his crotch.

When you give him a small squeeze, you make his hips rise from the pressure. Your hand begins to palm him over his sweats, then you can hear the sweet, soft sounds of his moans. His hips roll against your hand enjoying the pressure that is being put on his aching cock. Art is getting more turned on by the minute; he can feel his wet tip staining the inside of his sweats. He reaches out to you, grabbing onto your wrist to cease your movements. The pulses of his cock thumps frequently under your hand before you hear him speak.

"I want to feel your hand, baby, without the fabric," he looked up at you with a pitiful expression, he nibbled on his lip, making it raw from the top layer being pulled. "Please, pull it out. I'm making a mess in my pants," He looks down, your eyes follow him, and you see a small wet spot. Your hand starts to move up, and his hand falls from your wrist. He watches you with soft eyes, and your hand makes contact with his waistband, pulling it down. He assists you lifting his hips as his sweatpants and boxers are pulled to his thighs, his cock flicks out swaying softly. It's standing high while precum slides down his cock.

Your hand takes hold of him, pulling a moan from Art, and you begin to stroke him.

"Baby, oh fuck."

Art feels his cock being squeezed just right with your soft hand, a little more precum comes out the tip. Your thumb glides over the slick head of his cock, smearing the precum as you stroke him slowly. "You’re already so hard for me,” you tease softly, squeezing him a little tighter. He moans in response, his head tipping back. “I can’t help it,” he pants out, his voice breaking on a whimper, “it’s your fault.” You frown at him with fake sympathy. "Poor baby, it's ok, I'll make you feel so good."

Your hand speeds up, and he cries out a little, spreading his legs. "Baby don't, you know I come too fast," he gasps out, squirming under your ministrations. Your hand comes down on his chest, holding him there. "It's okay, Art, I want to see you come all over yourself, can you do that for me?" you ask softly, and you see him nod. He grabs your hand that's on his chest and kisses it, his kisses travel to your wrist and back.

You take the opportunity to push your index and middle finger into his mouth. The blonde boy eyes widen in shock but he immediately gets the task and sucks softly on your fingers. His beautiful eyes are lidded, moaning around your fingers. He feels a spike in pleasure, making him whine. He tries to get his thoughts in order to think straight.

But your hand feels so good.

You're going to make him cum like this, your hand on his achy cock and your fingers down his throat. His hips buck making his cock move in your clouding his mind. Drool covers your fingers, the feeling of the suction around them gives you a small stroke of pleasure to your core. Your fingers move in and out of his mouth feeling his cock i'm a fast rhythm. When your hand pulls at the base of his cock a small cut off cry is muffled from your fingers.

Art spaces out as he starts to get closer to his orgasm, his strong, slender hands tug on the beige sheets beneath him. His breath hitches, spreading his leg, trying to keep more friction from your hand. A ring echoes through his ear, drawing out any sound before he balls draw up. "I'm coming," his voice muffled around your fingers as he comes, painting his stomach.

Your fingers slip out of his mouth, and he groans from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. His hips stutter as you're still stroking him slowly, causing overstimulation. Your hand leaves his cock making Art sigh in satisfaction. Dropping down your lips connects with his stomach kissing the warm skin before slowly licking the cum off him. He watches and he's intrigued but how you're licking every drop of cum of his skin and not missing a drop.

Pulling back, you make eye contact with him before you lean in and kiss him. Art melts in your kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth to taste himself on your tongue. You pull back, giving him a kiss on his temple, as soft breathing is between you.

[bulgingforbucky]

Hayden Christensen as Sam Monroe Life as a House (2001) dir. Irwin Winkler

[bulgingforbucky]

pairings: thunderbolts!bucky barnes x female!reader

Bucky reminds you who you belong to.

18+ cw's below the cut: kinda dominant!bucky, oral with both female and male receiving, fingerings, bucky making you clean his fingers.

I was in huge trouble. 

Big, big trouble. 

I was supposed to meet up with Bucky for our morning meeting at The New Avengers tower but we had an argument last night which caused me to spend the night at my old apartment. I still kept it even though I moved into the tower with the other Thunderbolts but only went when certain circumstances called for it. 

Like last night. 

I knew I couldn’t avoid Bucky forever so I sucked up the feelings of anger and remorse and headed back to the tower. The second the doors slid open and I stepped inside to the main area, a bunch of different eyes set on me. Yelena and Bob were off in the corner, Ava and John were once again bickering about something, and Alexi was eating a bowl of wheaties on the couch. 

However, I paid none of them any attention. My eyes were on Bucky who sat at the large conference like table, dark eyes pinning me in place while steepling his fingers underneath his chin. 

Not only did I stay away from him last night, I’d been ignoring his texts and calls. 

Before I could open my mouth to utter a hello, Bucky was on me like a hunter on prey with his hand wrapping around my wrist and pulling me down the hallway, away from everyone.

"What the fuck?" I snapped, completely taking off guard by his dominance.

But also very turned on. The damp spot on my panties was proof of it.

"Where the hell have you been?"

Bucky's voice was eerily calm which made me nervous.

"I-uh-I spent the night at my old place," I said.

Bucky's eyes flashed as he pressed his hips deeper into me, keeping me locked in place. I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek to keep the moan quiet because I didn't want Bucky to know how much his actions were turning me on.

"Why didn't you call or text me back?" he asked.

I narrowed my eyes on him. "I told you I needed space! You called me your girlfriend last night and I didn’t think we were at that point yet.” 

It was true. We’d been hooking up on the side every now and then but I wasn’t ready to put a label on it. 

My voice carried down the hall which earned a few stares from people working backstage so Bucky looked around before noticing a closet a few feet away from us. He pushed me towards it and soon we were encased in darkness, our heavy breathing the only sound echoing in the small space.

A faint light clicked on from above and I saw only a fraction of Bucky's tender yet hard features as he linked our fingers together to pull me into his chest. He towered over me so I had to crane my neck back to look up at him, his fire eyes burning deep into my soul.

"You don't think we're dating?" Bucky questioned.

I gulped before shaking my head. "No, we're not."

He hummed, brushing his nose against mine. "What do you call what we've done together then?"

I was careful to lick my dry lips, not wanting my tongue to brush against him.

"We hooked up, that's it. If you could even call it that. You got me off twice, no big deal," I lied with a shrug.

Bucky chuckled as he buried his face in my neck, his warm breath cascading over me as his hand gripped my throat, vibranium thumb on my pulse point.

Oh. Shit.

I squeezed my thighs together so hard I thought I would strain a muscle. I had every intention of ignoring Bucky, only focusing on work, but now with his hand around my throat and wetness pooling between my legs, I knew I was fucked.

Figuratively and possibly literally.

Hopefully literally.

With a gentle squeeze, Bucky forced my head to the side so he could get better access to my neck, him working to leave a red mark there. His teeth scraped and pulled causing a harsh moan to fall from my lips.

"This isn't dating?"

I went to shake my head but realized I couldn't do to his grip on me so instead, I let out a hushed no in response. With the hand still wrapped around my throat, Bucky's other hand brushed over the valley between my breasts, down my stomach, and slipped underneath the waistband of my leggings. Long fingers glided over my slit through my panties and I bucked my hips up into the touch, needing more.

"What about this?"

Bucky pushed two fingers past my panties and sunk deep into my pussy.

"Fuck," I groaned as the sensation of his fingers thrusting in and out in rapid pace ignited every cell inside of me.

"You said it meant nothing but what's this baby?"

He pulled his fingers out, the sudden emptiness making me whine. He smirked as he held up the two fingers under the light and my pupils dilated when I saw them glisten with my arousal coating the tattoos. Bucky brought them to my lips, his own pupils blown with lust.

"Lick," he demanded.

Something inside me burned other than arousal and I stood taller against him.

"Lick them yourself," I tossed back with a smug smile.

A muscle ticked in his jaw and he forced my mouth open with the hand around my throat and pushed his two fingers past my lips.

"Be a good fucking girl and lick them clean."

My pussy clenched around nothing and suddenly wanting to obey because of the praise, I wrapped my tongue around his fingers and licked up my arousal. I didn't even cum but his fingers were soaked. Bucky's chest vibrated in approval when he pulled his fingers out, a loud pop echoing in the confined space.

"On your knees," his hand left my throat to push me down.

Not wanting to disobey again, I fell to my knees and gazed up at him through my lashes. Bucky cupped my cheek and brushed his thumb over my bottom lip.

"You did so good sucking my fingers. Why don't you do that to my cock?"

The base of my spine ignited with warmth at his words and I made quick work of undoing his pants, the outline of his hard dick pressing, almost begging, to be released from his briefs. I gazed back up at Bucky, a silent question he answered with a nod.

I pushed down his pants and briefs to mid thigh and watched as his cock bounced free, slapping against his thigh.

"Oh, God." I licked my lips at the sight of it.

"There's no god here, baby. Just us," Bucky guided the head of his cock towards my mouth, pre-cum spilling out from the slit. "Open."

Not wanting to waste another second, I took in as much as I could, nearly gagging on the length of it. Bucky tasted so fucking delicious and whatever I couldn't fit in my mouth, I wrapped my fingers around it. While my head bobbed up and down his length, sucking as I went, my hand squeezed and pulled. At one point, I hollow my cheeks so I could take even more of him. Bucky's hands had a death grip in the strands of my hair and the burn at my scalp made me moan which vibrated against his cock.

"So good." He purred. "Oh shit, right there."

I pressed my tongue on the underside of him, right below the head, and my body vibrated with his praise. The wetness between my thighs was now warm and sticky, my clit begging to be touched so I went to slip a finger in my leggings but Bucky's harsh voice stopped me.

"Don't you fucking do it. You walked away from me, Y/N so you don't get to cum."

My nails dug into the skin of his thigh, making him hiss in pain, but his grip was so tight on my scalp that I wasn't able to pull off of him to argue. I was so close that just a few short circles against my clit would be enough to tip me over the edge.

"You're mine." He enunciated each word with a thrust.

"Mhmm," I hummed.

His breath was erratic. "I'm yours, baby."

This time I nodded, working harder to make him come undone.

Bucky's body tensed and when I looked up at him, his head had fallen back and lips were parted. Sheer ecstasy radiated off of him and it made me want to make him fall apart for me. My tongue circled the head of his cock while my hand now played with his smooth balls and Bucky bit out a strand of curses.

"Fuck. I'm gonna-," he uttered.

I moaned over his cock, edging him on, and with a loud groan Bucky spilled himself deep in the back of my throat

"Every. Last. Drop," he demanded with languid thrusts into my throat.

I did, greedily.

With his grip still in my hair, he yanked me off of him to my feet and I wiped away the drool with the back of my hand. Bucky lifted me on top of a set of crates in the closet and kicked my feet apart so he could spread me wide for him. I leaned all of my weight back on my hands and lifted my hips when he began clawing at my leggings working to take them off.

"Bucky," I whined. "Don't tease me, please."

His intense gaze flashed up at me. "I had every intention of not letting you cum but now I want to taste you on my tongue when I make you fall apart."

Bucky Barnes will be the death of me.

He slipped me out of both my leggings and panties, leaving me bare in front of him. My knees instinctually pressed together to hide from him but his large hands forced them apart, leaving bruising marks there.

"No. You don't get to hide from me. Anything. Alright?"

I let out a soft whimper, knowing when he said anything, he truly meant that; anything. I could tell him things I was afraid of and he wouldn't judge me or run away. Bucky didn't want me to hide from him and after this moment, I wouldn't.

Not anymore.

Seeing the answer on my face, Bucky yanked me closer to the edge of the crates then leaned down on his knees becoming eye level with my drenched pussy.

"Fuck," his breath fanned over it. "It's so pretty.”

My nails dug into his scalp to force him closer to me; I was aching for some kind of friction, almost begging for it.

"Please, Bucky. I can't," my voice sounded wrecked.

His tongue darted out to lap at my clit, and I almost came. Bucky licked from my clit, down the entire folds of my entrance and when he speared his tongue into me, I cried out his name.

"Say it again," he ordered.

"Bucky," I rasped.

He replaced his tongue with two fingers, going knuckle deep, while his tongue attacked my clit in such an assault I raised off of the crates trying to create some distance. Bucky's free hand held me down with a hand on my stomach before sliding up underneath my shirt and bra to pinch and pull on my nipples.

This was it; the dam was about to burst, my orgasm so fucking close to crashing through my entire soul.

Bucky's fingers pumping in and out, his tongue ruthless licks on my clit, and him rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger was enough for me to strangle out his name in a prayer, my orgasm causing my body to quake underneath him. When the aftershocks began to fade is when Bucky finally pulled away, my cum coating his lips and jaw.

With my hand gripping his forearm, I pulled him up while I met him halfway, legs wrapping around him and I smashed my lips to his. Bucky didn't miss a single second of the kiss, him immediately forcing his tongue in my mouth so I could taste myself. I groaned in the most intense, teeth clattering, tongue dancing, lips bruising kiss I'd ever experienced. Bucky kissed me like a man starved and I was his last meal.

Finally, needing to take a breath, I pulled away and rested my forehead against his.

"Wow," was all I said because after everything that just happened, the kiss was the most knee buckling one.

Bucky beamed at me before laying another quick peck on my lips. "I've wanted to do that for so long."

I brushed the hair out of his eyes and nodded. "Me too."

His eyes had softened back to their normal brown as he linked our hands together. “I never meant to scare you last night. I just meant it as you’re it for me. I don’t want anyone else but you, okay?”

"Okay," I murmured with a slight smile. 

He gently helped me off the crates and once on my feet, Bucky pulled up my panties then my leggings as I brushed my shirt back down to cover my stomach. He must have tucked his cock back into his pants without me knowing cause he shut the light of the closest and pulled me back into the brightly lit hallway. I blinked a few times so my eyes could focus and when they did, I noticed a few people standing in front of us. .

"We were wondering where you two headed," Yelena said with a very smug smile on her lips, her arms crossed over her chest. 

My cheeks burned red as Bucky wrapped an arm around me to pull me into his chest. "Sorry, we got a little distracted."

Alexi let out a deep belly chuckle. "Well, we have a meeting in two minutes. Are ya ready?” 

"Oh fuck," I muttered. "How long were we in there?"

Bob ruffled my hair before walking away with Yelena and Alexi. "Awhile"

Bucky held me back for a few beats to place a chaste kiss on my lips, one I eagerly returned. “Worth it.” 

[bulgingforbucky]

Charlie Cox

Matt Murdock

Red Doesn't Knock- A late-night storm brings Matt back into your life, ready to stir up everything you've tried to settle.

[bulgingforbucky]

Red Doesn't Knock

NSFW Warning: Rough Sex. Minor Blood, Minor Angst, Sideways Missionary, Missionary, Uncommitted Matt, Manhandling, Choking, Restraint, Pussy Worship, Cum Eating, Suffocation Matt Murdock x afab!reader Word count: 3918 Summary: A late-night storm brings Matt back into your life ready to stir up everything you've tried to settle. starts crying, guys, I'm trying to post more than once a month, please bear with me. I have 30 drafts & ideas in progress with no motivation. :( I have one more test and I'm done for the semester and I'll have more time until fall. mwah love you guys

You lie in your bed as you stare at the ceiling late at night, collecting yourself from the long day you had. The blinding red light from a sign outside shines through the window as hard rain hits your window. Exhaling, you take comfort in the rain, like the sound of it hitting against the walls and the constant thunder. Suddenly, you hear your window slide open, making your heart drop as you're now alert. You start to make your way off the bed, away from the window, before you see a person climb inside.

When you see it's Matt, you let out a sigh of relief, but you're almost immediately annoyed by him. He stumbles getting inside before he closes the window, and you can see the droplets of water fall from his body onto your carpet. You squint your eyes from irritation, "Matt," you simply stare at the man you haven't seen in weeks. His tone is calm as he rubs the back of his head following him taking off his black mask, "You don't sound happy to see me." You couldn't help but let a scoff come from you with a dismissive tone.

He ghosted you, no calls, no check-ins or visits for weeks, now he just comes unexpectedly? Why wouldn't you be happy jumping around with a big smile, finally seeing him?

"Why did you climb through my window? How old are you?" You ask flatly. "I wanted to be in your presence," he truthfully admits, listening to the unique rhythm of your heartbeat. "You could've used the front door," you say matter-of-factly, hearing him hum in agreement. "Yes, I could have, but I didn't want to be seen, or use the door honestly," he states unapologetically with a shrug. You make note of his all black vigilante fit as it's soaked from the rain, resulting in it sticking to him like a second skin. His muscles bulge through the shirt, making his body more defined to the eye.

"So you wanted to be in my presence?" You asked in an accusatory tone, making him smile a little. "Yeah, will you let me?" He asks with hope that you won't tell him to leave. Rolling your eyes with a huff, you say, "You're getting my carpet wet." Matt lets out a breath as you avoid. "You telling me you didn't miss me?" He slightly teases you with a small smirk on his face. "Not one bit, I'm surprised you remember where I lived." You cross your arms as your eyebrow raises from his teasing. "Don't be like that." He chuckles before he starts to peel his suit off, wanting to be out of the wet clothes.

What the hell is he doing? I haven't seen him or heard from him in weeks, and he's just going to come in here when he feels like it and take off his clothes? I know they're wet, but he could've kept them on. I hope he catches a cold.

You focus on your breathing to calm yourself before you reach your hand to him with the intent to take his clothes, "Let me wash and dry them, your underwear too." At the mention of his underwear, Matt smirks, reaching for the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down, making you turn your head. You exit the room, going into the hall, and retrieve a towel for him to use. Making your way back to the room, avoid your eyes entering the room, "Here." You hand him the towel as Matt exchanges with you giving you his clothes before you make your way to the washing room. While you're gone, he goes into one of your drawers where extra clothes are stored for these situations. Matt uses the towel on his wet body, drying himself off thoroughly. He moves to his hair, ruffling the towel through it hair making it slightly damp, which makes it better than before.

He puts on some sweatpants and takes a pained breath before making his way to your bed, lying down on it. Tossing his clothes into the wash, you clean up the water on before you set his clothes to wash. Heading back to your room, you find Matt lying on his back, breathing softly as you lean against the door frame. You see how his shirt is raised, showing his abdomen, with his lips parted and his soft breathing. You zone out slightly as you stare at his physique before his voice cuts through your thoughts, "I know you're mad at me. I have no excuse to not reach out to you." Your eyes narrows before you start to rant, "Damn right you don’t, you disappear, no word, nothing. Then you just stumble into my place like everything is fine. I thought you were dead or something."

"I-I was worried about you," you sigh, feeling stupid for even caring about him in the first place.

Matt Murdock made you care. The vigilante who fights people in a mask, leaving them bloody and almost dead. The lawyer who talks sweetly to you in that voice when he seems concerned about you. The man who shows up when you need him, even when you didn't tell him, the genuine smile he gives when you make a bad joke or ask him to stay a little longer. The man who introduced you to his life and his friends. He made you care about him.

"I didn't ask you to worry," he mumbles, which makes you fume. "So you just come in my place, expecting me to patch you up when you're hurt, when you need information, when you just want to talk. One day, all that just stops, and I'm worried something happened and you have the damn nerve to come in here and tell me I didn't ask you to worry." You take steps closer to the bed where he is unbothered, lying on, as your voice rises. Matt sits up on his elbows as he listens to your yelling with his head tilted, making you angry at how calm he is. "You're acting like you didn't put me in this situation to begin with!" You go to hit him, but he catches your wrists, making you try to hit him with your other hand, which of course he also catches.

Both of you stay silent as there's only your breathing filling the room. "I didn't come here to fight, so you better stop talking to me like that. I'm not someone to care about," he grumbles out firmly, making you jerk against him in anger, but he keeps his hold on you. He leans in, bringing his inches from yours as his voice lowers with slight annoyance, "I can't be cared about, I can't be fixed if that's your goal. My life isn't all sunshine and rainbows with a happy ending." You glare at him due to his tone, "I'm not trying to fix you, I didn't think I needed to, you prick." You express your anger to him, making him huff as both of your frustrations worsen. “You want to keep fighting?” He growls the words, his tone darker now, before he presses his lips against yours.

You almost automatically melt into him, your lips parting as you kiss him back with a desperation that matches his, with slight anger in the mix. His hands leave your wrists, sliding down to your hips, gripping them tightly, squeezing as if he’s grounding himself in the moment. Your heart beats pick up drastically when he hears the rhythm, making him smirk slightly, giving him more confidence. His tongue slips into your mouth, a bold, slow sweep that makes you shiver. You can’t stop the soft moan that escapes you, a sound that encourages him. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his sleeve, your other hand sliding up to his neck, pulling him closer.

Without a thought, you lean forward, sitting in his lap, pulling a groan from him. When the kiss breaks off, you pant softly as his chest rises and falls with every breath. “Fuck,” he mutters against your lips before he press more soft smaller kisses to your lips. The kiss is sensual until it starts to get desperate, until Matt bites on your lower lip as pain is shot through you, making you flinch, pulling back from him. The slight throb of your lip makes you draw your tongue over the torn skin, the metallic tang of blood blooming on your taste buds. Matt only chuckles, like he meant for it to hurt. His head bends down pressing kisses to your jaw, feeling your warm skin, "Is this what you wanted?"

Your skin heats up as you get emotionally overwhelmed—hurt, angry, and yearning all at once. The wind outside picks up, howling through the trees as the rainstorm intensifies, mirroring the storm raging inside you. The atmosphere is charged, thick with tension. "You're getting overwhelmed. I wonder why." He starts while his voice is low and almost knowing. He remembers how much you’ve always loved this weather, the way it somehow calms your chaotic thoughts. The fact that he remembers makes you exhale sharply, a mix of frustration building in your chest.

"I hate you," you mumble, which of course you don't hate him, you just hate how he is playing with your feelings, pushing and pulling. "I know you don't, I can hear it in your heart that you don't," he whispers softly, leaning down, pressing a kiss to your heart. He grips the hem of your shirt, pulling it off of you as your breasts are exposed. His warm hands cup your breasts, giving them a squeeze, making you exhale shakily. His fingertip caresses your skin as he feels on your chest before he touches the peaks. You feel his fingers pinch and roll your nipples, making you hiss due to the sensitivity. A hum comes from him as he feels you squirm under his touch.

A whimper leaves your mouth as he leans forward, his tongue swiping over your nipple. Matt's warm wet mouth latches onto your peak sucking lightly in which you grip onto him struggling to push him away. With your sensitivity and his constant stimulation, your body starts to tremble. His hand reaches out, moving behind you, putting it on your lower back to keep you against him as he softly squeezes your body. Small sounds come from you as you experience his touch making your pussy ache.

"Matt stop please, that's enough," you beg him softly feeling him pull off your boob with pop. Matt suckled on it hard enough to make your nipple and the surrounding skin red. Before you can protest about it, he lies you on your back, hovering over your body, his lips pressing kisses from the valley of your breasts and down the planes of your stomach, making you tremble. You bite the inside of your cheek as his lips move farther south. "Can I take these off? Or are you going to fight me on that too?" he asks while his fingering hook on your waistband tugs suggestively. You huff as your attitude shifts, "Don't be an asshole."

"Is it a yes or a no?" he firmly says before you respond with "Sure." His fingers start to pull your pajama pants and underwear off your body. As you lift your hips up, you notice his erection is straining through his sweatpants, making your mouth water. Once he takes the pants off of you, he spreads your thighs as he can smell your aroma. His fingers make contact with your skin, "Of course you're this wet, you've just been sitting here making a mess in your panties?" You swallow hard, a shiver running through you, your body trembling. "Matt, I'm not—" He presses his fingers harder against your cunt, and you let out a gasp, cutting yourself off.

"You can't lie, I hear her clenching with need. She sounds really desperate," he whispered to you before rubbing his thumb against your wet entrance. Your pussy clenches against the pad of his finger in need while trying to calm your emotions. Your body remains calm and still as you feel his finger spread your wetness around. Matt tilts his head as he teases your hole, slightly pushing in before pulling away and repeating, "You're trying so hard to be quiet, and you know it's useless." His voice is quiet with a slight rasp, making you get butterflies in your stomach. Matt pushes his fingers into you, feeling your warmth surrounding him. A small noise escapes you, but of course, he hears it, making a smirk emerge on his face, "Yeah? I thought you were going to be quiet?"

Your body squeezes his fingers as your breath hitches before letting out a small exhale. The movement of his fingers makes you slicker as a small whimper gets let out as you call out for him softly. Another finger is added, and you can hear the slick wetness of his fingers moving inside you. Soft moans come from you, and you can feel your hot skin against the bed sheets as everything is beginning to feel hot. His fingers speed up slightly, making you jolt, his other hand holds you down by your hips, making you squirm from being forced to take his ministrations.

"Listen to how wet you are, it's all for me, isn't baby?" he taunts you while feeling how you are thrashing against the bed, messing up the sheets, wrinkling them. A slap is felt on the inside of your thigh, making you jolt at the pain as the heat expands from the impact before dissolving. "Behave," he firmly commands as his face is made into a hardened expression. Trying to explain your actions, you receive another hit on your opposite thigh, perfectly timed with the lightning cracking outside the window. You wince from the pain, making your trembling hands grip the sheets, attempting to obey him.

Even if it feels good, your body tries to get away from the constant stimulation. More noises start to emerge from you as they progressively get louder before you hear the man encourage you. "Yes, there you go, sweetheart. I know you need it," he murmurs as he keeps hitting the sensitive spot inside you, making your back arch. Matt softly hushed you, holding you down as he reassured you, "I know, I know." You let out a whine, "Matt, more, please? I want you so bad." Matt lets out a hum as the vibration travels through his chest, rupturing. He feels the satisfaction of you giving in, he pulls his fingers from your core as the stringy wetness is the only connection.

The lawyer's hands travel to his sweatpants, it's slow, and deliberate, pulling them down to free his cock. His fingers wrap around the thickness as the ache spreads throughout it, a slow drip of precum from his staining the bed below as evidence. His free hand grabs your leg, lifting it up, twisting your body to the side. You feel so open and exposed in this position, you put your face into the sheets. He kisses your calf, slotting between your legs, "I'm going to give you every inch of me." Your body clenches around nothing at that sentence before you feel his tip making you gasp.

"Shh, easy, it's ok," he rubs your leg as it's hiked against his chest. The tip started to rub against your entrance, resulting in you biting your finger. "Matt, I want it," you express desperately, followed by feeling him start to push inside slowly. Both of you moan in relief, finally feeling the pleasure that was needed. His body slowly continues to push inside, not wanting to rush your body. "I feel her squeezing me hard," soft pants from being overwhelmed feeling the tight pressure on his cock. A chuckle slips from him, pressing deeper into your body. You throw your head back from being filled, letting out a whimper of his name feeling his hand gripping your ass helping you stay in position.

"She must've missed me."

His pelvis finally pressed against your ass stretching you out completely making your tremble from the adrenaline. A strike of pain shoots through your body, and you feel his nails dig into your skin. Matt starts to thrust slowly, getting you used to him, "You always felt better." The sentence goes unheard due to the heavy rain pouring. The thrusts are becoming steady, making your body open for him. You curse softly, reaching out to his wrist for some kind of stability.

"There we go, look at that, she needs me deeper," his voice is deep with a teasing tone behind it. Your body softly bounces from his thrusts, feeling the soft burn from his thick length. "Matt, please, I want it rougher," you beg him softly. His hands hold you still before he starts to fuck into her deep and hard causing you to wail. "Oh, Matt-" your thoughts start to leave your brain, and it focuses on Matt. Your body aches as the sound of wetness is heard between your bodies.

His weight gets pushed upon you, circling his hips, giving you what you need from him. A deep groan is heard from his mouth, "I feel you wetting my cock, you need that bad?" he taunts you listening to your cries of pressure. His tip starts to hit your sensitive spots repeatedly, making your body squirm, moving in the opposite direction from him. Your body almost gets separated before you feel a hand wrap tightly around your neck, making you yelp.

Matt pulls your back to him, back onto his cock letting out a huff, "Where are you going?" Your body writhes against his grip, making it flutter softly around him. You choke on a breath feeling how his cock slowly pumps inside you deeply. The wetness is heard from his thrusts as you feel your pussy stretch taking all of him. Matt groans, taking in the feeling of being inside you, squeezing your throat, making it difficult for you to escape his grasp. With the thrusts getting faster, your body bounces against the bed as your cries travel through your apartment. A buzz is in your ears as you moan, your hands reach out, pushing against Matt's hips, attempting to slow his pace.

He slaps your hand hard, making you jerk your hand back at the sting, before he grabs both of your wrists with his hand. There are pins at your thighs before he tightens his grasp around your throat, pushing your head to the bed. "Stop fighting me, you think I'm playing with you?" he warns through gritted teeth, making you feel your wrist bones grind together in his grasp. "Ow, ok, ok I'm sorry," you plead with a hiss from the pain. "As long as you keep fighting me, I'm just going to give you more. I don't care that you're overwhelmed, you can take it," he says as his hips start snapping against you, making your body arch over the bed.

With his grip tight around your throat, you feel your body temperature rise as your breathing gets restricted. Tears begin to form in your eyes as you feel the hard pressure against your throat, making it ache. You try to take a small breath, which only grants you a tighter grip. You slowly begin you fade with your vision blurry, as you squirm against his hold, trying to fight to breathe. Darkness starts to cloud your vision as the sound of rain falls in the background, but just before it takes you completely, Matt lets go of your throat as your vision returns. You let out a series of coughs as tears flowed down your face from the suffocation. He hears how fast your heart is beating as he leans in close to you, "Do you understand now?" he asks deeply as you let out a raspy "yeah."

Matt loosens his grip on your wrists, but just enough so you can't move. More pleasurable sounds come from you while your head thrashes against the sheets. Hopefully due to the thunderstorm your neighbors can't hear you, but then who cares when you have a vigliante fucking you hard and making you feel so good. Your pussy is filled up over and over again, repeadtly getting stretch. You call out to him, feeling overstimulated as he's not letting up. "Matt, I can't, I can't do it," you protest as you pant with your wrists shifting in his hold. "You said you wanted it rough, so you're going to take it and you're going to cum got it?" He firmly states, before letting out a groan, feeling his balls get heavy, that you automatically agree without a second thought to it.

His cock continues to dive his warm wet cock in you as all you can do it take it. You untouched clit aches but you prefer not add it to the already overbearing pleasure Matt is giving you. Your wrists are released before the brunette spreads your legs, putting you on your back, and you immediately wrap your legs around his waist. You cling to him as your hands scratch at his back, hearing him hiss. His cock goes in deeper hitting more of your spots making you let out a small sob. As he's fucking into your tight wetness, he knows when his tip hits a certain spot because there's a minor change in your breathing.

As a response, he begins to hit it repeatedly. He leans down, pressing kisses to your teary face, mumbling words to you. He places kisses on your forehead before he reaches between your bodies rubbing at your clit. Your legs try to close to prevent him from rubbing it because your body can't take much more of his ministrations. A smirk appears on Matt's face, feeling how your pussy tries to milk him as he feels your release approaching. A pit begins to form in your stomach, tightening as you whimper, throwing your head back. "Matt-" you try to warn him before he cuts you off with a small shush. "I know, baby, I feel her getting ready. She's going to come on my cock isn't she?"

"Yes Matt, please I'm going to come," you beg as your pussy clenches and unclenches around him. A moan comes from you as you feel him cock moving inside you, fast and not too deep, just the perfect amount. "Come on sweet girl come on my cock," he whisper encouragement before you feel your body starts to release as an immediate ring fills your ears. Matt continues to fuck you through your orgasm as your fluids covers his cock making him moan. His hips begin to stutter, trying to keep the rhythm failing. He pulls his cock out your pussy before he quickly jerks himself off before cum starts to shoot out his tip landing onto your stomach and chest.

Both of your breaths are ragged as his body twitches, he reaches down, scooping up his cum from your weakened body. "Open," he softly demands, making you listen, your mouth slowly opens. He pushes his finger into your mouth, which you suck as if on instinct. You feel his finger leave your mouth before you feel his lips on yours. He kisses you deeply before he pulls away, "Good girl."

[bulgingforbucky]

When You Don't Push, He Pulls

NSFW Warning: Car sex, Comfort sex, Crying, Unprotected sex Bucky Barnes x afab!reader Word count: 2814 Summary: You've been stressed for days and Bucky wants to help you. Uhh well, this was gonna be a more... rough fic but I was listening to the neighborhood (alleyways specifically) and it got me into my feelings 🧍🏾‍♀️I shouldn't have taken this much time to write this.

Opening the door to the car you put your things in the back seat before closing the door and opening the front door. You get in the car closing the door before your eyes meet with Bucky's soft ones before it turns into concern. A raspy soft "Hi," comes from you greeting him while his fingers drum on the steering wheel. "Hey," he responded hearing the tone along with your nibbling on your lip as soft music plays in the background. Bucky knows you've been having a rough couple of days, you're a strong woman you can take a lot of things but it is constant, anyone could break under the stress.

Thinking to himself, he could either stay quiet and act like everything is alright. Eventually, time will only know when your feelings will start to unfold on their own. The other option is he could talk to you now asking how your day was and if you are ok. Ninety percent of the time if he asks if you're ok knowing that you're not will cause you to cry right there. He doesn't want to see you cry, but he has told you countless of times to stop bottling everything up. That's rich coming from him. His hand meets your back as he slowly comforts you hearing a sigh emerge from you.

"I didn't have a good day," you admit as your eyes become glossy looking down. Bucky looks at you before he grabs your hand squeezing it, "It's ok to have a bad day." You nod, "I guess," your voice strains as you resist crying, but tears roll down your face regardless. "Hey c'mere," Bucky whispers pulling you over to him and sitting you onto his lap adjusting his seat back. His arms embrace you hearing your sniffles, he rocks you side to side slowly while staying silent.

"I'm tired and my heart hurts," you whisper to him sniffling softly feeling defeated. Your body and mind are tired; everything is making you tired. A tingle is felt underneath your hot skin from Bucky's hand rubbing your back tugging on your shirt feeling the heat come from you. "Everything is fine you're ok, don't think about anything, it's only you and me." He whispers to you turning on the air to cool you down as well as turning up the music just a little.

"Just listen to the music," he suggests as he holds you against him. Listening to his advice, you listen to the music breaking it down from the tempo to the vocals and beat. You tend to not focus on your breathing as it'll just make your heartbeat faster, so instead you listen to Bucky's. Your eyes blink slowly as a tear falls from your eye traveling over your nose to your other cheek. The ache in your heart grows slightly causing you to cling to Bucky while he constantly rubs and pats your back to help you.

It's just us. It always is.

Bucky's voice is low as he hums the lyrics to the song causing your mind to relax. This isn't the first time this has happened; he has done this plenty of times for you. The last time he did this was a week ago. Bucky has a calming voice, it's smooth and raspy but it can be soothing to anyone. Leaning forward towards you, his expression is soft as you look into his blue eyes. Reaching out to you he slowly wiped the tears off your cheek before placing soft kisses on your wet skin. A sigh escapes you at his caring actions leaning into his touch yearning for more of what he has to offer. And what does Bucky Barnes have to offer you?

Everything.

Pulling away from you he takes in your tear-stained face before you hesitate to lean in brushing your lips against his. He kisses you softly feeling you relax against him; his metal hand holds the back of your neck in a soft firm grip. A soft whimper comes from you getting overwhelmed by your boyfriend's touch and just him in general. You feel his tongue swipe the bottom of your lip making you slightly part your lips for him. The feeling of his warm wet tongue enters your mouth, and you can't help but moan at the feeling.

The heat in your bodies start to rise as the seconds go by. You pull away from him panting softly feeling him place a kiss on your chin. "Want more?" He asks slowly in a whispered tone just as he analyzes your expression before he presses a kiss to your nose. Fear immediately strikes you making you look around at your surroundings, "Buck someone is going to see us." The possibility of getting caught is something you do not feel like dealing with right now. "No one is going to see us," Bucky tells you confidently reassuring you to soothe your worries.

"And how do you know that?" you scoff at his comment.

"Look around," he says somewhat bluntly as you look at your surroundings.

The windows are tinted, and it's dark outside.

"Oh," you mumble hearing a chuckle coming from him. "So, do you want me to continue, or do you want me to drive us back home, and when we get to our room, I can give you a bubble bath. We can relax and I can give you a massage, whatever you want," He caresses your thigh as he throws out that suggestion. "Well, why can't we continue and then do what you said after?" You ask softly before turning your attention from outside to him. He smiles before giving you a nod wanting to boost your mood any way he knows how, "Whatever you want baby."

The dark-haired man presses kisses to your forehead, his big arms that's shown by his rolled-up sleeves wrap around your waist giving you a small squeeze. The kisses transfer to your cheek traveling towards your jaw before he sucks gently. You bite your lip feeling his stubble pressed up onto you in which you grip his shirt. His soft kisses look travels to your neck also making dark marks on your skin. "You smell good doll," his voice muffled as he kissed your neck.

The hem of your shirt gets tugged on causing you to pull away giving him space to take it off. "You sure?" He asks to make sure you're certain about your decision. A nod is given in response as you quickly wipe your tears. He starts to take off your shirt pulling it over your head and putting it in the passenger seat. Small kisses are placed along your chest while his hands find the clasp of your bra unhooking it. The hand of the veteran starts to slide the straps down your shoulder placing a kiss on it as your breasts are revealed to him.

Bucky's thumbs make contact with your nipples rubbing them slowly and making them harden under his touch. He gives your breasts a soft squeeze before leaning down as his mouth slowly latches on one of your nipples. The feeling of the suction from his mouth makes you moan gripping his hair. "Bucky, c'mon please," you arch into his touch desperately wanting more of him. Bucky gives your sensitive nipple a tug with his mouth before he pulls off you, "What do you want baby?"

"I need more, please?" You beg desperately squirming a little in your lap. He chuckles at your tone, "Don't worry, I got you," his fingers fiddle with the button of your pants following the action by unzipping them. You lift your hips while his hands pull down the waistband of your pants and underwear as he pulls them off your legs one by one. Your pants are thrown to the side before he grips your thighs spreading them slowly making your cheeks get warm. "Don't get all shy on me doll you wanted this," he tenderly exclaims giving you a soft kiss.

Your hand reaches for his flesh one guiding him in between your legs to your clit shyly. He starts to rub your clit making you moan softly feeling the instant tingles planting kisses on your forehead. Your cunt starts to pulse under his touch eager for more making your body temperature rise. His middle finger teases your slit feeling it clench against his finger making him smirk slightly, "I know what you need doll we'll get there I promise." The finger that's pressed against you starts to push against you as your body almost immediately invites him in. Your body starts to get invaded as the motions on your bundle of nerves is continued. A whimper escapes your throat as his finger proceeds to get deeper making your body squeeze around his finger.

Bucky starts to move his hand pumping his digit slowly in and out of your pussy. The feeling of his finger filling you makes your mouth drop open as moans start to escape from you. Your thighs quiver from the feeling, "That's my girl, look at how well you're doing. Such a good girl." Your eyes roll back as he curls his finger pressing it up against your g-spot. Soft mewls are coming from you as he continues his ministrations on your clit and pussy. "I-I can't-" Your breath gets caught in your throat as the feeling of his finger and your clit starts to get overwhelming.

You whine trying to wiggle your hips away from his touch making him stop. His metal hand holds down your hips keeping them in place, "Where are you going huh? If you're acting like this now, how do you expect to take my cock hm?" You rock your hips trying to chase the pleasure he was giving him before you receive a slap on your thigh. "Answer me doll," Bucky demands firmly. "I'll be able to take it, I can take it now. I want it now," you beg for him making him smirk in satisfaction.

He pulls his hand away giving you small kisses on your nose. You get pushed back a little so Bucky can tug down his sweatpants to his thighs revealing his dark grey briefs. A large tent is revealed causing you to lick your lips before you see him palming himself. Soft groans come from him as he touches his aching bulge, you reach down hooking your fingers around his waistband as you tug on them. He chuckles softly before he stops touching himself reaching down in his underwear and pulling his cock out. Your eyes widen slightly seeing his thick veiny cock with a bead of precum seen spurting a little out his tip.

No matter how many times you seen him like this you're amazed every time.

"See what you do to me, sweet girl? You got me all hard and aching for you," he breathes heavily. His cock is held in his hand stroking it slowly as you bite your lip watching the veins pop out. "Bucky, c'mon," you whine impatiently making him laugh at your behavior. You reach out grabbing his hand wanting him to touch you, "I need it." Bucky leans forward connecting his lips to yours kissing you softly, "I know." He grabs your hips lifting you up before positioning his cock in between your folds. He teases you rubbing his tip against you, the slickness of your arousal coats his shaft causing it to twitch.

He pushes his tip in, and your body slowly accepts him as his hands hold your hips still. He continues pushing into you, the stretch makes you gasp slightly feeling the sting as he keeps going. Once he's fully sheathed in you, his flesh hand rests on the back of your head gently, "It's okay, I'm here." Your nails dig into his shoulder blades feeling his lips on your neck, "I can feel you," you whisper to him feeling his length twitch inside of you. Bucky pulls out halfway before thrusting into you making your mouth drop open in a silent moan.

"Fuck," you whimper feeling the sensation of his cock hitting deep inside you. His lips trail kisses along your collarbone and jaw, "Feels good doesn't it." You nod in response, and the hand on the back of your head moves to the front of your neck squeezing lightly. Your cunt squeezes him as you're already getting emotional. "I got you, you know I do," he whispers to you placing a kiss on your chin and rubbing you're back. You start to grind down on his cock as your mind starts to daze, the pleasure of his cock fills your mind. His hand on your hip is gripping you hard, and the other remains wrapped around your neck.

You sniffle softly; tears start to pool in your eyes. His metal hand reaches up wiping them away, "I know," Bucky knows everything, he knows what you're feeling. His hands slither down to your ass gripping it softly moving you on your cock. "Bucky," a mewl comes from you as he moves you back and forth on his cock sending a shiver down your spine from the pleasure. He moves a little faster hitting deeper in you making you gasp as he presses his lips onto yours. "Bucky," his name falls from your lips in a whisper once more as he presses his forehead onto yours.

His fingers dig into your hips as you know it will be a bruise there later, "Sweet girl you're stressed I know." Bucky coos giving you kisses on your temple feeling you clench around him. You grip the seat as you whimper feeling his thick cock sliding in and out of you. Moans emerge from you as you grip his dark blue shirt with your other hand your tears staining it leaning more into his chest as if it's your safe place. "Breathe doll," his tone is deep and low as you nod. He pumps his hips slowly enjoying the feeling of being inside of you, "You're my good girl. Taking my cock like this, hm? Such a good girl, my sweet girl I love you so much."

Your moans become louder at his praise, the feeling of his cock filling you up and the words coming out of his mouth has your body melting. Tears fall down your face once again making him wipe them away before he starts to pick up his pace. Your eyes widen as you gasp softly at his faster pace. He grunts lowly, "You feel so good." You start to pant at the new speed he's going, and the sounds of skin slapping and wetness echo through the car as it rocks. The heat in the car rises as both of your bodies are getting hotter. Your hand that's gripping the seat moves to grip the door handle; the window is fogging up due to the heat of the situation. You moan as your body squeezes his cock making him groan.

Everything around you is hazy as your feeling sensitive and vulnerable right now. Bucky's hands touching, caressing, squeezing you all over. You cry out softly as his tip rubs against your sweet spot repeatedly, your breasts bounce with every thrust of his hips as he watches them hungrily. He dives forward sucking on one of your nipples making you let out a high-pitched whine, his teeth graze over it causing the coil in your stomach to tighten.

His metal arm tightens around you as he keeps pumping into you giving you what you need. "Bucky, I'm going to come," you cry out softly, the heat in your abdomen getting too hot for you to handle. "I know, I can feel you. Come for me," his deep voice says against your tit as he pumps his hips making his abs flex. The rush of pleasure goes through your body making you let out a sob as tears fall down your face. Bucky grunts feeling you clench and unclench around him as your release coats his cock; he lets go of your breast and presses his forehead against yours.

You feel his cock twitching inside of you as he continues pumping into you. A growl rumbles from his throat, his metal arm squeezes you as he pushes deep into you as his cock spurts ropes of cum inside of you. Your legs shake from the pleasure, and the sound of his soft groans in your ear has goosebumps appearing on your arms. You lean into him giving him a kiss as he kisses you back holding you to him. He pulls his hips back and slowly his softening cock slides out of you. The sound of a low grunt comes from him as he places his hand on your back giving you one last kiss on your forehead.

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Hugh Jackman

Logan Howlett

Taking the Wood- You visit your boyfriend at his work site in an outfit you thought was cute. Turns out your boyfriend feels very differently about your outfit.

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Manny Jacinto

Qimir

Tied to the Inexplicable- You betray Qimir by siding with the Jedi in attempt to kill him. His response is making sure you won't try it again.

Lethal Cravings- Time after your attempt to kill your master he developed issues that strain your "relationship".

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Hayden Christensen

Anakin Skywalker

Splotch of an Infected Mind- Anakin slowly started to shift to the dark side, but he doesn't want to lose anything in the process. He will do anything to prevent it from happening, but what if that "something" was you?

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Mike Faist

Art Donaldson

Fill the Empty Space- Art have been your close friend for many years. What does it mean when you two get closer than you normally do?

Sub!Art

Helping Hand- Art wants to show you appreciation, as well as how a man is supposed to treat you.

Limerence Love- Art had a hard day at practice and wanted to blow off some steam with you.

The Dandelion Boy- You are working on a college assignment for one of your main courses. You innocently caress Art while doing so, but it gives Art no so innocent feelings.

Cloud Fics ☁️

Killer Candy- You've managed to get Art to watch Nightmare on Elm Street which was a fear from his childhood. While watching something bad happens and now he's scarred.

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Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

I See the Signs- A guy have been hitting on you and bucky does something about it.

Utopian Yellow Flower- You help Bucky with his release.

When You Don't Push, He Pulls- You've been feeling down for a while and you seek Bucky's comfort which he gives you and more

Sub!Bucky

Need It- You peg bucky (smut with no plot)

Late Nights- You take care of bucky after he's been away on a mission.

Winter Soldier!Bucky

Void- You're a new Avenger and you've been settling in great at the compound. When you go into the basement why do you feel like you're not alone?

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Lethal Cravings

PART ONE HERE NSFW Warning: Qimir physically hurts you, he's paranoid and developed trust issues, threats about k!lling you but it's ok you love him, they're toxic, no aftercare. Summary: Months after Qimir accepts you once again for betraying him, turns out he hasn't completely came to terms and healed from the betrayal. Tags: @brattyzanny

"After all this time, would you consider betraying me again?" He asks as he trains you. "No Qimir I wouldn't. That's absurd," you say making him chuckle darkly. "You know what's absurd? I still don't believe you. You lurk around me like you're just waiting for the right moment." You shake your head at his assumptions as he goes on. "If you are, then you should strike now. I am vulnerable, but you still wait. Why?" You try to speak, but he cuts you off. "Don't you think I can tell? The way you look at me, I can see it in your eyes. That desire for power."

"Master please, I would never betray you. I am devoted to you. You're paranoid!" you declare. "Qimir I said sorry! I thought we were making progress? I wouldn't do that-" you try to reason with him moving backwards before you trip over a tree root sticking out of the ground turning your back to him to maintain your balance. Before Qimir could process his own thoughts he quickly grabbed his saber impulsively slicing against your back causing you to yell in pain falling to the ground. When he pulled the saber away for a split second he felt concern and regret? Your body starts to shake from adrenaline as you feel the burning sensation on your back reaching back to touch it. Your clothing is burned as you hiss at the contact frowning feeling the damaged skin. You look up at him with a sad expression with a hint of hurt.

His hand wraps around your neck as he shouts at you, "You think a simple sorry is going to change the fact you tried to get me killed!?" He starts to fume seeing your terrified expression. You try to apologize more but his grip around your neck prevents you from speaking you can't deny, that the man does have a point. You are in no place to apologize, as you are the one who betrayed him in the first place. Qimir looks at you with rage as he watches your face slowly turn red from the lack of air. Qimir drops you on the floor and crouches down, rubbing his forehead. "God you infuriate me, it's actually funny," he says in a calm tone looking down at you.

You move closer to him trembling in pain on your hands and knees until you're close to his legs before burying your face in the fabric. "Master I'm sorry, forgive me please I'm sorry. I know I've given you a reason to not trust me but please I wanna be- I'm with you," you whisper as the words fill Qimir's head. You beg him seeking his forgiveness and maybe even comfort. He looks down at you, seeing you on your knees before him, where you should be. His warm hand pats your head before it travels to your cheek caressing it as he disarms himself.

You feel the tears running down your face as they seep through his pants. You look up at him, trying to make out his face through the blurriness letting out a small sniffle. Qimir grabs your jaw and tilts it up forcing you to look up at him, "Don't start with the tears it's annoying, toughen up." he says in a stern tone before leaning forward. He stares at your face, admiring it before he closes his eyes and kisses your forehead.

You immediately lean into him hanging onto him like he's a lifeline. "You don't deserve this, you don't deserve anything, anyone. Not even me." Qimir mutters making you shake your head. "Don't say that, Master please don't." Qimir leans back in and kisses your lips roughly. You let out a soft moan when his lips touch yours. "God you haven't learned anything, you're so sensitive and emotional, it's actually embarrassing." he insults you making you look down in shame. "I'll do better Qimir I swear it, I'll be the best."

"Yeah? You'll be the best?" The dark-haired man looks interested standing up. "Show me." You immediately grab his pants and start to untie them, Qimir raises a brow impressed. You pull his pants down enough for his half-hard member. "I see you actually are learning something, but it's not enough you still have to work on your mental and your physical skills, not the pleasure skill." Qimir scoffed as you cut him off, "Not that, I want to reunite with you, wanna show you my loyalty please?"

"Loyalty? I doubt it, but I'm willing to try and see if you can prove your worth to me once again." You lick the base of his cock making Qimir shiver. You leave kisses on the side of his dick making his eyes narrow before you take the tip in your mouth swirling your tongue around. "Don't be a fucking tease." Qimir scolds you grabbing your hair and pulling your head down.

Your mouth was suddenly filled with Qimir's warm cock hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag slightly. You hit his thigh in protest causing him to huff, "Say something about being pushed down and I'll make sure you fucking suffocate." He threatens making you whimper and give in to him. You start bobbing your head up and down slowly. Qimir encourages you as his grip on your hair tightens when you pick up the pace.

"God you're such a stupid girl hm?" he pulls you off while you pant for air. "I'm sorry, I was stupid master I was so stupid. I wasn't thinking clearly." you mewl. "You never think clearly unless I have the upper hand which explains why you made a dumb decision like that." You're not allowed to speak anymore because Qimir forces his dick into your mouth again, you gurgle on the tip as you start to suck and lick gagging on him.

"Shh, you got it. Just like that yeah." his cock throbs in your mouth as you shiver from the feeling. You take him deeper in your mouth steadying your breathing so you won't gag. "Don't fucking stop," he warns, his cock was now fully hard and twitching against your tongue. The salty taste of precum made your taste buds tingle while you whimper relaxing your throat before you start to suck him more effectively. You roll your back muscles feeling the heat from the sun hit your saber wound making it hurt more than it is, but you try to put that aside as your master's pleasure is more important.

He is more important than you. Than anyone. Or is it just the emptiness you so desperately want to fill. Even though you'll reject it, even if it sucks the life out of you at the same time, making you a shell of yourself.

Your cheeks are hallowed as you suck on your master's cock yearning for his approval. Pulling back off him you replace your mouth with your hard jerking him with a tight grip. Qimir groans as his head falls back trying to thrust into your hand. "Please Master, let me be good for you. Wanna be good, wanna be yours."

"You don't get that privilege, be grateful I haven't killed you. Say thank you, you ungrateful whore." You frown at his insult as your hand works him slowly. Not answering you receive a hard grip and tug on your hair. "Say it! Or so help me I'll split you in half right now." He threatens you yanking your wrist pulling you away from his cock holding you in a tight grasp. You wince in pain, "Thank you Master." you manage to say as fear floods your tone.

"For what?" He says immediately making you correct yourself. "Thank you for not killing me and giving me another chance Master. I won't take you for granted again," you say with deep sincerity. His anger somewhat decreases before he places a kiss on your forehead. Shocked, you immediately lean into him seeing the comfort and safeness he can provide under all the darkness and dissociation. "Come here, 'cause I see you still can't follow directions."

He pushes you to the ground tugging down your pants with your underwear. "You want it?" Qimir asks hearing you beg already. "Yes I want it, it's been so long please." You feel him tug off your clothes throwing them to the side and grabbing your legs. "And who's fault is that hm?" He parts your legs seeing your wet pussy pulse for him. Qimir leans down lifting your hips and kissing your slit. "Master." You gasp squirming a little. Your eyes roll back feeling his hot tongue lap over your slit as he probs at it. You can feel your slick coat on his chin as you start to grind into him.

You smile slightly missing the feeling of him touching you like this not wanting him to stop. His mouth travels down a little to suck on your sensitive clit. "Oh Master." you move your hips more chasing the increasing feeling of pleasure. The man growls feeling you do this pulling back and wiping his mouth.

His tongue gets replaced by his finger and you immediately clench. The pace gets set as he moves his finger inside you getting you ready for his cock. "So tight. You haven't had anything in there since you left?" He asks with a grin. "No, no one else." You admit before Qimir kisses your hip softly, "Good. No one else ever will understand you the way I do. But you knew that didn't you." Your body shudders as he says that, the man pulls out his finger licking it clean before he grabs ahold of your legs.

"You ready?" He asks as his husky voice makes you shiver. "Yes." You say as he positions himself over you before you feel his tip pokes your entrance. He sinks in slowly so he won't hurt you taking his time. Once his dick is fully seated inside you, you moan at how deep he's penetrating your depths. You feel every inch of him as he slides back out and then he slams back into you.

He's moaning above you and his face is full of bliss. You look down between your legs to see the point where he's fucking into you and the sight of his slick-covered member going in and out. His cock keeps pumping into your wet pussy as your moans grow as well the dept of Qimir's thrusts. "I'll do whatever you want Master, whatever you want I will follow by will please."

"Oh force, Qimir please-" He grabs your jaw hard making you protest. "It's Master. Say it." His fingers dig into your skin before you immediately respond. "Master." a whimper comes from you before you receive a kiss to your temple. "You have to re-learn your skills too?" He taunts you receiving a "no" from you. "I know Master, I know. If you want to though, I'll be happy to obey and learn from you."

He rolls his hips pushing his cock inside more making you clench on him. His hand grips your side pinning you to the ground. "Please Master- I need more." You plead and he stops making you whine. "That is not how you talk to your Master now, is it? Respect me." Qimir demands as you squeeze his cock. "I'm sorry Master please give me more. Please?" He gives you what you want resuming and speeding up his pace.

Your eyes roll back in pleasure when Qimir fucks you. The feeling of him moving against you makes you dizzy, the fact that Qimir is using you again like this is a dream come true. "Thank you, Master, thank you for this." you mewl. Qimir smirks pulling you back onto his cock making your breathing hitch. "Yes, Master yes." you encourage him wanting to boost his ego as your body bounces against him. "You're so wet, all for me isn't it? Making you so desperate and wanting." The Sith grunted deeply which you confirm. He focuses as he prioritizes shaping you into the person he wants you to be.

What he needs you to be.

Your cunt squeezes him as you let out loud moans. "That's it, my pupil, take Master's cock." He keeps you still as he lets out moans. His hips slap against yours making his cock reach deeper inside of you. "Too good, fuck." Your voice cracks before Qimir grabs your thigh lifting your leg. "You better not have me replace you, 'cause I will." Your heart starts to race quickly. "Please don't replace me! Choose me please, please. I'm yours Master's. You're mine." you express with need and sorrow.

"I'm not yours," Qimir responds quickly against your ear hearing your sound of sadness before circling his hips moving in your wetness. You start grinding back onto him needing more of him despite the sting in your heart, and burning on your back. Pants come from you as his balls hit your sensitive clit. "Look at you, you're giving me your pussy?"

You nod your head, "Yes Master I am. It's all yours." your voice quivers as continue to move your hips giving yourself to him. His cock starts to hit your G-spot making you cry out. "Right there! Harder please!" Qimir grabs the back of your neck pushing down onto you before moving harder. You gasp in pleasure, a whine escapes from you as you're being fucked roughly.

Your mind blanks out as he thrusts deep. His cock is hitting the right spot, and it's going to drive you over the edge. "Please, rub my clit please?" you beg softly for him. Qimir's arm that's supporting your weight moves down to your clit tapping it lightly. "Rub this?" He teases before rubbing it on circles. Your body jolts from his contact as you receive more stimulation. "Yes please, please." he hums feeling your clit throb against his warm finger.

"You always feel good on my cock." Qimir groans rocking his hips to get more of you as he possibly can. Your cunt flutters around his thick cock as you get close. "Master- I'm-." You try to warn him but he doesn't stop moving as he listens to you babble against the ground, "Yes, come for me, you know how I like it."

"Master I'm coming." You're in a daze as you try to hang on for him. He leaves small kisses on your neck chuckling slightly holding you and supporting your weight. "Come on my cock baby." A cry leaves you as your pussy grips him tightly with your hearing muffling as you come around him. "Master!" Your orgasm takes over you as you keep moving on his cock prolonging your orgasm as you gasp. He follows closely behind you before he pulls out releasing on your back.

Silence surrounds the both of you as pants are only heard. Qimir looks down at you actually looking at the wound he caused as it immediately reminds him of his scar that was given from his master. Qimir quietly pulls you to him kissing around the wound that he made. "Let me patch you up," Qimir says in a tone you're not familiar with as you relax letting him do what he wants.

As long as you're with him, you don't care. Even if both of you aren't good for each other.

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Limerence Love

NSWF Warning: Oral sex (F receiving), Handjob, Minor Sub!Art Art Donaldson x afab!reader Word count: 1161 Summary: The events after Art had a long day at practice. College!Art Is it bad that I want to stroke up on his cock so his foreskin makes a circle so I can run my tongue around it and pull on it like a tit anyway his noodle curls are so beautiful he's my baby

Imagine Art coming back from practice wanting to be close to you. He looks at you softly making a move opening your legs slowly before he lowers himself between them. You feel your pussy clench at the action before you feel his lips make contact with your inner thighs. He leaves kisses along your skin appreciating you getting close to your wetness. You invite him closer getting a feel of his warm wet tongue gliding softly over your clit. The action starts to soothe the ache between your legs as Art licks at you again making you bite your lip.

Art grips your thighs as his tongue swirls and flicks your clit before he starts to suck on it softly. Gasping you bite your lip to not let a whine slip as you begin to feel tingly and hot all over. Your hand reaches down grabbing his soft blonde curls rolling your hips feeling the suction of his mouth.

God just imagine his big blue eyes with a splotch of brown looking up at you with no thought in mind licking and sucking on your cunt because he wants to.

Your breathing quickens as you nod encouraging him. "Yes, do it like that sunshine," You beg him as you feel your body heat rise. He lowers his tongue licking at your entrance while you whimper and try to squeeze your legs together. Art pushes them back open licking slightly faster on your slit. Your cunt clenches in reaction to his movements before he kisses your clit dragging his tongue over it. "Does it feel good baby?" Art asks whispering to you which you nod shaking lightly.

He kisses more onto your clit feeling it twitch against his lips. The blonde boy rubs your thighs in comfort as he pleasures you with his mouth. Art feels his cock twitch and leak in his pants giving into the urge to himself. It causes him to hum onto your clit as he palms himself before he reaches his hand down pulling his cock out his sweats as you tilt your head making him look up at you. "Don't look at me like that, it hurts." He says in a pitiful tone while you look down seeing his hard cock in his hand. He goes back to eating you out as he tugs softly on his needy cock.

Looking at him with his cock in his hand stroking himself like a girl rubbing herself because she can't help it makes you feel sorry for him.

"Take your hand off your cock," you demand in which his reaction is filled with confusion before he begins to protest. "Make me come first, then I'll help you hm?" His pout falters before he nods in understanding taking his hand off himself. Art focuses on making you feel good licking your slit. You roll your hips and grind into his face letting him know where you need to be touched even though he already knows.

"Such a good boy aren't you," you whisper to him as he hums onto your clit causing you to buck. "Like that," you encourage him making him suck slightly faster. The tennis player feels the precum start to drip out his slit before he squeezes his cockhead in secret or so he thought. "Art," you give him a warning in which he immediately pulls his hand away looking up at you in desperation and innocence.

"I know I'm sorry. I'm trying." Art whimpers back to you sucking on you getting you close to the edge. "That's it baby." your voice is soft that makes as shiver and melt at the comfort of it. You feel yourself getting close as you start to grind onto his face. Your moans get slightly louder as you bite your lip gripping the sheet. "C'mon sunshine make me cum you're so close." you praise making Art whine in pleasure giving you what you want. Giving into the feeling of his warm mouth on you, you start to let go feeling your ears buzz as a moan escapes from you riding out your orgasm.

The blonde very softly sucks on you helping you ride through it before you push him off. The sight of his swollen red lips makes you want to use him for all he has to offer. "C'mere," you guide him to sit in front of you scooting back from the edge of the bed before you grab his cock while Art winces as his hips buck. The sensitivity of his cock makes him shiver against you as you let out a hum. "I'm dripping so much," he whines softly before he feels you plant kisses onto his neck and shoulder. "I see that," you whisper stroking him as his precum wets his cock.

Art's breath hitches, "You said you would help me. baby please," his hips rock into your hand before you feel him grip onto your sleeve tugging on it. "Oh hush I got you, no need to get all desperate on me, even though it's sexy," you tease him as he shakes his head. "Baby stroke me please 'm so hard and wet." a small hiccup emerges from him in the result of him getting overwhelmed. Your hand starts to move on his cock as you can hear the wetness wrapping your arm around his waist.

Art's moans increase while you begin to suck and kiss on his neck. His mind becomes fuzzy while you jerk him off. He let out strings of "baby" and "please" as small whines are heard he softly thrusts into your hand wishing it was your warm welcoming pussy. You whisper to him feeling him throb in your hand as it makes you smirk.

The urge to tell him he's your favorite man in the world while you pamper him with love as you make him cry with your touches is a need.

"I want it to be your pussy so bad, why won't you let me have it?" he jitters as begs for anything he can get as you frown at him. "Whore. I'll give it to you. But not right now and you're going to respect that got it?" you squeeze his cock making him yelp and immediately nod. "Yes, of course I respect it thank you, I'm sorry." He leans into you while you squeeze his waist. He spreads his legs more giving you access to whatever you want to do with him.

"Baby, you're gonna make me cum." He warns as more precum comes up from his slit before you slide your thumb across it. A shiver travels up the athlete's spine, reaching out to grip your thigh before he becomes dizzy. A string of whines tells you what you already knew was coming. "Go on sunshine come for me," you encourage the man kissing his ear before a grunt comes from Art as he starts to cover your hand and his cock in come.

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Taking the Wood

NSFW Warning: Sex in the woods, Degrading, Daddy Kink Logan Howlett x afab!reader Word count: 2167 Summary: You wear a revealing outfit bringing Logan his lunch and he doesn't like the men staring and hitting on you and he teaches you a lesson. Why am I imagining him as a cowboy?? but well said lumberjack!logan??? but what did Beyonce say? it's too big it's too wide. anyway I started college (help)

You drive up to Logan's job bringing him his lunch as usual. As you walk to Logan you interact with some of the guys as they give you compliments, chatting you up, and some whistling. While this is happening Logan is staring you down as you get closer and closer to him. Stepping in front of him you have a big smile on your face, "Hi baby." Logan narrows his eyes, "Don't "hi baby" me. You giggle in response, "What do you mean?" you ask in confusion making him scoff. "What are you doing here with your tail hanging out, you look like a whore."

Your smile falters turning into a frown, "What?" Logan shakes his head before he grabs your hand turning you around and facing away from him as he refers to your clothes. "Look at you, look how you dressed. Coming up here dressed like that in front of these men." When he lets go of your hand you turn around with your face of shame. "I didn't mean to offend you. I didn't think the outfit would be a problem." you whispered looking away. "That's always it, isn't it? You never think, but I'm always here to correct you." Logan taunts patting your head with a smile.

Suddenly it drops in an instant making you tense up, "Follow me." He says turning away from going into the woods. You hesitate not knowing if you should follow him or not as you look at him walk. When Logan doesn't hear you behind him he stops in his tracks turning around and shooting a glare. Seeing his facial expression makes you shocked as you immediately start to move walking in his direction.

As you follow him your heart is racing with slight fear and curiosity. You go deeper into the woods as his work sight starts to drift further away from you. Finally, he stops turning to face you with a look that makes you shiver. His eyes look as if he can drill bullets into your skull as he steps closer to you. "You know better than to dress like this, especially with so many men around." The mutant's voice sounds irritated. You frown, "I'm really sorry—"

"Do you know what those men were thinking, looking at you like that?" Logan huffs. Meeting his cold gaze, your heart pounds in your chest while anticipation coils in your stomach. Logan's features contort into a scowl as he approaches you, starting to step back your back is pressed against a tree. "Baby I'm sorry," You stammer, "I didn't mean to upset you I swear." Logan leans in, his nose brushing against yours, his hot breath fanning your face.

"It's too late for that now, don't you think?" He hisses, his warm breath sending chills down your spine. "You've already disrespected me in front of my coworkers, and I can't have that, can I?" He looks you up and down as if you were prey, "Acting like a little slut showing your ass off to those men who are practically drooling over ya." You shake your head as you can’t come up with an excuse. Logan's eyes narrow, and he yanks you by your shirt, pulling you to him.

His lips crash against yours, his tongue roughly invading your mouth tasting of cigarettes. You whimper into the kiss, your hands fisting his shirt as he presses his body against yours. Logan breaks the kiss, leaving a trail of kisses down your jawline, his breathing ragged in your ear. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget," He growls, his voice menacingly low.

"Lo, please don't do this here." You plead, your voice shaking. Logan smirks, "Oh, I think this is the perfect place, who cares if they hear us. You could use a good fucking couldn't you slut?" He whispers to you making you let out a small whimper. The man starts to kiss your cheeks trailing down to your neck. "You love letting them men look at cha don't you." He accuses which you deny. "Of course not, I don't like it." You say in a low voice tone.

Logan chuckles darkly, "I'm sure you don't baby." You can hear the sarcasm in his voice indicating that he doesn't believe you making you frown. "Am I not enough for you?" He softly kisses your cheek as you shake your head. "No of course you're enough." Your tone is in disbelief. "Is that right?" The mocking tone is set as he places kisses on your neck softly sucking. A shiver runs down your spine as his hand travels down to one of your breasts and he squeezes.

The mutant starts to undo your top unbuttoning every last button before he realizes you weren't wearing a bra with it. A glare is immediately shot in your direction as you look up at him feeling small. "I know what you're going to say but my bras were bulking up my shirt." You try to plead your case but he isn't hearing it, he yanks your shirt off and it falls on the floor.

Logan starts to kiss your chest before moving over your breasts. "Wanted to show the guys your boobs huh? Wanted them to watch how they bounce when you walk?" He gruffs as you shake your head. "No, I didn't I swear." You slightly gasp when you feel him cup your breasts.

"I really don't believe you."

Logan continues to glare before he drops his head down latching onto your nipple sucking gently. You bite your lip leaning into him. He hums softly and pulls you to him as you look down at him. He kisses down your chest leaving small hickeys on your skin. "Such an attention whore." He insults you as you bite your lip. "I'm not." you talk back. "You know you need someone to pay attention to you, or you'll start to look for it which is what you were doing."

Ok maybe he was right, you did want attention but not from anyone, you wanted his attention.

"I don't give you enough attention? Is that why you're teased those men." He asks as you shake your head. "No, you do give me enough attention." You tell him reassuring him and leaning into his touch, wanting more. "Tell daddy you need him." He whispers to you as the smell of wood fills your nostrils. You shake your head telling him no getting a reaction from him. He pulls away from your ministrations, "Fine if you don't need me I guess I'll go find someone else who does." He says in a huff making you grab him by his arm.

"I need you Logan, I need your attention." A look of desperation in your eyes. "I need you daddy I'm sorry." As he gives you an approving nod before unbuttoning your jeans. "That's right, you don't need those men who can't even take care of themselves huh." You nod in agreement. "But you'll show your ass to them and tease them." he bites on your earlobe making you jump. "Ow Logan." you protest.

He roughly pulls your pants and panties down exposing your wet core to the cool air. "Looks like you're enjoying this attention whore." He looks down at you as you look away with shame and need.

"Spread your legs."

You shyly spread your legs opening yourself to the older man. His hand goes in between your legs and starts to rub your clit as you moan in slight relief. "Feel good doesn't it?" Logan whispers to you as you nod. "I'm so disappointed in you, I thought you would've known better. I guess I was wrong about you wasn't I? Can't believe you embarrassed me at my job baby." He taunts you as his fingers work making you squirm.

"No, I'm sorry I wasn't trying to, I was trying to look pretty for you." You whine in desperation when you feel him slowly push two fingers inside you. "Pretty for me? By showing off to everyone else? I don't think so baby." His fingers set their pace, making you gasp and arch your back. You let out small sniffles as you clench around his digits. "Don't start that crying you crybaby, you got yourself into this situation this is your fault."

You feel a mix of shame and arousal as Logan's fingers continue their relentless pace. Your body betrays you, responding to his touch despite your conflicted emotions. "I'm sorry. You stammer between gasps. "Please forgive me daddy." Logan's eyes darken. "You'll have to earn my forgiveness baby." He withdraws his fingers abruptly leaving you aching and empty.

He undoes his belt with one hand as he keeps you in his grasp pulling out his hard cock. You make a small noise as he positions himself between your legs, you want to protest and push him away, but another part of you craves his touch, his approval. "Look at me," Logan commands. You look up as your eyes meet his intense gaze as he enters you making you cry out at the sudden fullness. "Stay put don't move." You let out a whimper as your cunt squeezes him.

He lets out a hum feeling your tightness around his cock as he makes sure you're pushed against the tree. The mutant pushes his cock fully inside as he feels you clench around him hearing you wince. "I know it's big baby but you have to learn." You let out little gasps as you try to keep yourself from getting overwhelmed. "That's my good girl," he praises, "Taking it so well for daddy." Your body responds to him as your pleasure starts to build as Logan hits just the right spot with each thrust. "I'm the only one who can make you feel this good." He pants. "Say it."

"You're the only one," You moan. "No one else can have this tight little pussy right?" He asks. "No, just you." You whimper softly as Logan smirks. "Atta girl." He grunts out. "Make sure you moan loud enough for them to hear." Logan rasped out against your warm skin. "I don't wanna be loud." You try to protest but he huffs. "You normally are, you don't want to be loud because you don't want them to think you're a slut." The mutant hums when he feels you squeeze his cock. "Maybe you do want to be loud." He mumbles pushing in his cock as your knees buckle as you grip the bark.

Logan's pace quickens as he senses your internal struggle. "Let them hear you." He growls as his voice is thick with lust. "Show them who you really belong to." His thrusts become more forceful each one drawing a desperate moan from your lips despite your attempts to stay quiet.

Your fingers dig into the rough bark as waves of pleasure wash over you. The forest around you seems to fade away until all you can focus on is the feeling of Logan inside you. His hand comes down hard on your ass making you yelp. He slaps your ass again as you wince at the sting on your bottom. "Poor girl, I feel you squeezing me, you wanna cum?" You nod immediately in need. "Please? Can I please?" You beg him hearing him moan softly.

"Go ahead, soak my cock." Logan urges you to cum, "That's it, baby girl." He praises you as your cries grow louder. His hand snakes around to rub tight circles on your clit pushing you closer to the edge. You feel your body go numb and your hearing gets softly blocked as you push yourself more onto his cock trying to feel him through your orgasm.

He holds you tightly as his thrusts become erratic as he chases his own release. "That's it, take it all." Logan growls as he grips the trees trunk of the tree thrusting deeper. "I'm gonna cum." He lets out a loud groan as you hear something sharp as he claws extract slicing the bark. You whimper softly overwhelmed by the sensation of him pulsing within you.

Logan's hips start to slow down coming to a stop. You both stay still panting heavily as you come down from your shared high as his claws retract back in. He slowly pulls out leaving you feeling empty and exposed. Your legs tremble as you try to steady yourself against the tree. He tucks himself away and helps you pull up your pants with his touch gentler now. "You did good baby girl." He murmurs pressing a kiss to your temple. "But don't think this means you're forgiven just yet."

After that the next time you bring him lunch you're covered up as you avoid contact with the men who's giving you teasing expressions making your face heat up in embarrassment. Logan though had a smile on his face watching you approach as you try to hurry and get out of there.