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“His eyes soften when he looks at you”

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Via

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Okay I'm on my knees after this photo.

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SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES and ANTHONY MACKIE as SAM WILSON THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER Episode 5 Truth

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Where do I apply? ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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I don’t know what’s happening with this sponsored posts anymore.

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*cools ur dashboard down*

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we can manage that.

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Hotness ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

📸 Francois Nois for Persona

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Bucky's beard between your highs OR Steve pushing deeper in you while you're cockwarming

cockwarming. definitely cockwarming.

“you gonna behave yourself now?” he asks, authoritative voice vibrating from the back of his throat, making another wave or arousal flood between your thighs.

you’re sitting on his lap, facing him while he responds to emails on his phone, ignoring you for the most part, aside from the occasional quip of if you’ve learned your lesson on talking back to him or not.

nothing but an old, faded t-shirt covers you from him. the fabric is worn but soft and thin. he can see your hardened nipples pebbled through it. he’s fully dressed, but his pants are undone and positioned a little lower on his hips where he freed himself enough to push inside of your core.

your arms are folded over your chest and you’re pouting. willing him to move, or at the very least, let you move. you have no problem with fucking yourself on his cock while he works.

“stop that,” he gently pulls on your bottom lip with his thumb and forefinger. “i asked you a question. are you ready to behave?”

but god, you’re stubborn. you love pushing his buttons too much to stop now. love being the one how makes his jaw clench and the veins bulge in his neck.

so you say nothing. not a word. you just stare at him and purse your lips.

he clicks off his phone and sets it on the empty couch cushion beside him. “you’re playing a game you won’t win, princess.” he warns, squeezing your hips and thrusting up into you three times before halting his motions. “spread your legs wider. c’mon.” he swats at your ass and forces your legs to open more, allowing him to sink deeper inside of you.

“you’re gonna stay like this until Bucky gets home. then he can deal with you. fucking brat.”

now accepting curious anons

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alright but how does bucky react coming home to see you absolutely out of your mind with desire making a mess all over steve’s lap while cockwarming him?? maybe steve is the one who is patient and can edge you for hours but bucky can’t wait so he just overstimulates you until you can’t take it anymore

part 1

Steve’s had you warming his cock for over an hour now. Your aching, throbbing, sopping wet cunt weeps just as you do, and through Steve can feel your walls constrict and beg for friction, he ignores it and your verbal pleas.

“Stevie...” You whine, making him roll his eyes, but still peer above his tablet at you. “I said I'm sorry. I’m ready to be a good girl. Please...”

You roll your hips against his, but he stops you with a strong hand on your hip, his grip sure to bruise your flesh. His hold on you is harsh and mean, but he knows you still find pleasure in it from the way you tighten around his dick.

Your prayer for salvation is answered when Bucky comes through the door, tossing his keys in the small dish on the table right beside the threshold. His warm smile and sweet voice makes you clench so hard that Steve hisses and has to calm himself down not to cum inside of you right then and there.

“Hi, baby girl.” He greets, leaning down to peck your lips. You wrap your hands around the sides of his neck and pull him close, kissing him deeply and passionately, whimpering as your tongue swipes over his, tasting stale cigarette smoke and spearmint from his gum. “Someone’s needy.” He chuckles, petting over the crown of your head as he straightens his back.

He takes notice of the scowl on Steve’s face and the redness of your eyes and your tear stained cheeks. He then notices that your bodies are connected. He sighs heavily through his nose and points a look at Steve.

“How long has she been like this?” He stands behind you, letting your back rest against his torso as he rolls your nipples between his fingers, aiding you with some much needed attention that you’ve been deprived from.

“She was being a fucking brat.” Steve replies.

“Is that true, princess?” Bucky asks.

“I said I was sorry.” You pout, looking up at him and physically feeling him melt.

“Yeah, after I told her to like, five times.” Steve scoffs.

“C’mon, Steve. Look at her. You can be so cruel sometimes.” Bucky shakes his head and shrugs off his jacket before taking you into his arms and bringing you over to the bed.

“Yeah, well you’re a pushover!” Steve’s exasperated acquisition falls on deaf ears.

Bucky lays you down on the plush comforter and litters your body with tender kisses. “Daddy was so mean to you, huh?” You pout your lips and nod your head. Bucky leans down and coaxes your tongue with his, playing an obnoxious game of tonsil hockey, just to piss Steve off more. “You wanna cum, kitten? Wanna cum all over my cock?”

All you can do his whine and nod your head. “Please...” You roll over to your stomach and prop your lower half up on your knees.

“Good girl.” Bucky praises, making you preen.

As he undresses, Steve watches from the corner of his eye, his dick still hard and throbbing against his stomach. His jaw clenches and he bites into his tongue as self punishment to stop him from wrapping his hand around his shaft. 

The bed dips under Bucky’s weight. He peppers your spine and shoulder blades with kisses and soft love bites. “How do you want it, honey?”

“Hard.” You grit through your teeth, rubbing your ass against Bucky’s pelvis in desperation.

He straightens his back and gathers your hair in his hand, closing his fist as he slowly eases into your wet heat. He groans from deep in his chest, and it catches Steve’s attention.

“That’s my good girl.” Bucky grins, pulling on your hair and tilting you head back as he starts to fuck you.

The sounds spilling out of your mouth are obscene. Downright filthy. The slapping of skin on skin echoes around the room and Steve can no longer ignore his erection. He scoots to the edge of the couch and takes himself in his fist, matching his strokes to Bucky’s thrusts.

Bucky slaps your ass and you cry out, already so close to the verge of coming undone after being pent up. He releases your hair and pulls you up on your knees, back to his chest, and wraps his hand around the column of your neck while cold metal nestles between your thighs and rubs your clit.

“You’re so close, sweetheart. I can feel it.” Bucky smirks, nipping at the shell of your ear.

“Cum, baby girl.” Steve grunts from the sofa, out of breath and sweaty as he too nears his end.

Your eyes squeeze shut and your whimper pathetically as your body begins to tremble and stars shoot across behind your eyelids. When they flutter open, Steve's heaving, sticky white all over his chest and abdomen.

Bucky hasn’t stopped his painfully rough but oh so good and bruising pace. “You ain’t goin’ anywhere, little girl. I’m not done with you yet.”

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Loveeee the idea of Bucky being super talkative when he's balls deep in your pussy

he brings a hand to the nape of your neck, supporting your head and bringing your gaze to watch his thick cock slip in and out of you with lidded eyes.

Bucky presses a long kiss to the top of your head with a choked groan, "Yeah, look at that," his balls press up against your soaked folds and you keen, brows furrowing and plush lips falling open at the delicious stretch of him.

"you okay?" he asks against your hair, still pumping into you.

you nod shakily, letting a soft moan fall past your lips, "feels so good." in the same moment, you reach down between your bodies to spread the lips of your cunt open.

Bucky moans from above you — "Oh shit, yeah, I like that."

you whimper, wrapping a small hand around Bucky's metal arm for leverage when he sinks alllll the way into your sopping heat.

Bucky presses his forehead to yours, circling his hips with a soft groan, "christ, you're tight," he leans back some to watch your folds hug his girth as he pulls out and pushes back into you, earning a squeal from you.

"Juuuusssst like that," the smirk is evident in his lofty tone, "ain't that right, sweetheart."

"Mhm," you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. Your tight walls squeeze around his length and you feel him shiver above you.

"You keep that up, and this isn't gonna last much longer."

You mumble a 'sorry,' that breaks into a heated moan when you feel his balls tap against your folds.

"Don't be sorry," he slips his thumb past your swollen lips, pulling your bottom one down, "just sit there and look pretty fr'me, 'kay?"

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PEDRO PASCAL as JOEL MILLER in THE LAST OF US SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

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I open Tumblr. I post something that should be a diary entry. I close Tumblr. I open Tumblr after having it closed for 1.2 minutes. I reblog 176 posts in a row. I add tags of absolute gibberish to 7 of those. I close Tumblr. I open Tumblr I post yet another should-be diary entry. I close Tumblr. I open tu