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sinners-library · 1 month ago

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Thinking abt Professor!Bucky eating you out in his little office...

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning: Smut

you had been on his mind for the whole entire day, the hunger inside him so irritating that he had no other chance to break your little rule of not doing anything in public.

now down on his knees and between your thighs, he’s messy being and he’s being sloppy – he’s got your slick running down his chin as he fucks you with his tongue, and his glasses keep fogging up from the way he keeps burying his face into your warm cunt. he’s like a starved beast, devouring you as if you’re the last meal he’ll ever get to eat.

with your free hand, you tug at his roots and it only makes things worse for you because the action makes bucky groan into you and the vibrations that sends all over your body are so intense that your eyes go cross.

voices coming from the hallway fall deaf to your ears, your mind solely set on your sweet professor’s tongue. he moves his whole head, not just the muscle, and soon enough you’re guiding him just the way you like with the hand in his hair.

you can’t keep your hips still either, grinding into him every time you push him against you. and he lets you do it. he lets you do it all.

Bucky isn’t ashamed to get on his knees, nor is he ashamed to let you use him for your own pleasure – despite the fact that it was his aching cock that got the two of you into his situation, he’s more than willing to forget about his own needs as long as he knows that you’re feeling good.

he loves the way your brows furrow and he loves the way your chest rises and falls. he loves to watch beads of sweat form on your forehead and he loves to watch you try and muffle your moans. he loves the way your body keeps on twitching and he loves the way you keep clenching around him. and he fucking loves the way you taste.

his cock throbs under the layers of clothing, just begging to be set free but Bucky refuses to take his hands off of you.

he’d rather suffer from actual blue balls than to give you any less attention than you deserve. his boxers are ruined with his pre-cum, his balls full and heavy, as he gets off on the mere sight of you. he reckons he’s never been this fucking hard before, better yet this close to cumming untouched, and he’s sure you’ve actually bewitched him. not that he’s complaining though.

you make him feel alive.

hell, he'd go to fucking war for your pretty little smile. when you give his roots a particularly rough tug, he knows you're close. so, he lets go of one of your thighs and brings it to your pussy instead; latching his lips around your sensitive clit, he sucks on the nub while lining up his two digits with your weeping hole.

the face you make when he pushes them in is fucking priceless - your lips part in a silent moan, your eyes screwing themselves shut as you approach your high.

using his middle and ring finger, the professor makes a wave-like motion inside you and suddenly there's a weird type of pressure building inside you, making your eyes shoot wide open again.

"ah! fuck- wait!" your broken whines are like music to his ears. "gonna- gonna make a mess!"

you paw at his head in a weak attempt of making him back away but to no avail, if anything he presses himself even closer - his fingers are so deep that they're touching places you didn't even know about and his lips are so soft and his tongue so warm and skilled and the band in your tummy gets tighter and tighter with every passing second.

Bucky takes his mouth off of you for only a fraction of a second. "make a mess then, doll, c'mon."

your glassy eyes meet his dark, lust-filled green ones and the determination pooling in them is the last push you need to finally unravel. your back arches off the chair and you can't hold back the loud moan that forces its way out from the depths of your lungs.

Bucky’s shirt gets completely soaked when you squirt all over him but he doesn't stop. the liquid seeps through the flimsy material and he can feel it on his skin, and fuck, is it hot.

a tear runs over the apple of your cheek and Bucky itches to kiss it away. your lip wobbles as you writhe in utter bliss, mind all hazy from the overstimulation.

as the wave of pleasure flows through you, the exhaustion finally settles in, making you drop your hand from his hair.

but before it can go any further, Bucky takes it into his. with his arm still under your thigh, he just presses it into your side and just keeps it there.

he helps you ride out your orgasm and the thought of not stopping, of going further, floods his brain - he wants to make you do that again, he wants you to make an even bigger mess but the clock on the wall behind you is clicking awfully close to his next class and he can't put either of you at any more risk.

hesitantly, he pulls his fingers out of you and tears his eyes from you to look at your abused hole. he groans at the sight of it and then he's already leaning forward to get one final taste. swallowing a whimper, you do your utmost best to stay still and to let him have his little reward.

he pushes himself off the ground, grinning from ear-to-ear with pride blooming in his chest as he looks at your disheveled form. biting your lip, you reach for him but are barely able to ghost your fingers over his bulge when he's stopping you.

"no, but...?"

Bucky’s lips smash against yours in a sloppy, haste kiss. and then he's pulling away again.

"Y'gonna suck me off while i give class, hm?" he teases while brushing some damp stray hairs from your forehead.

"i would."

Bucky’s heart stutters - no, it fucking stops working for a few good seconds. he stares at you with his lips parted and you get to watch in real time how the tips of his ears grow red again.

"don't- don't fuckin' say that." he grumbles at you, averting his gaze. "shit."

you laugh at his reaction but don't let him go away too far, tugging on his belt loops to bring him back. "yours or mine, professor?"

"mine, hm? i'll make ya something to eat."

cocking a brow you tease him a bit more, unable to let any of the opportunities go to waste. "like real food or...?"

he gives you a real professor-like look and you boop his nose. he lets you do as you wish but then he's wrapping his fingers around your wrist. "real food."

"okay."

"yeah?"

"yeah."

there's a moment of silence between you. the most comfortable kind. neither of you look away from each other's eyes, smitten and a bit giddy. excited.

"go change your shirt now, mister."

you poke a finger at his chest and almost cringe at the big wet stain you've given him. "wait, do you just have a change of clothes here with you?"

"no."

you cock a brow. "no?"

"Tony- i mean, mr. Stark, will bring me something."

"what the hell will you even tell him?"

"spilled my water." Bucky’s voice is calm as ever, deep and raspy, and all you want to do now after he's been so good to you, is to cuddle with him. "don't worry about it, doll, yeah?*

with a nod and a quiet hum, you comply. he leans to give you another kiss and an ass squeeze and then he's bidding you goodbye with a smug grin as you straighten out your clothes and collect your belongings before making your way out of his office.

you give him one last wave and disappear into the hallway, leaving Bucky standing there with a raging boner and a squirt-stained shirt.

he is not complaining.

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sinners-library · 1 month ago

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this vertigo of bliss

Dark!New Avenger!Bucky x Scientist!Reader

Summary: You were hired by Val to work alongside the New Avengers in the watch tower. Of course, you weren’t superhuman beings like them, but you were a brilliant scientist. And while the team went off on missions in their loud jets with their guns and grenades to fight battles, you stayed and took care of your lab and carried on with your research projects. Always looking for ways that might help your superheroes friends. Be it finding ways to heal their injuries faster, or how to keep them healthier, or understand their modified DNA better so that in the future as they age – albeit slower than most humans – they’ll suffer less. Plus, your research would be useful in case new superhumans popped up out of nowhere, like Bob did. And you were proud of your work, as was the team, but then one day you go down an ambitious rabbit hole and make a mistake. Luckily Bucky is there to save the day. Or is he?

Themes: sex pollen trope, mentions of drugs, smut, mild degrading kink, mild breeding kink, dom!bucky, explicit language, c*m play, aftercare

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You could hear your own heartbeat, your heart going insane inside your rib cage – a warning sign. This was bad. Very, very bad.

You couldn’t do anything but stand back and watch the pale smoke fill your lab, reaching every crevice, filling your lungs, coating your skin and leaving it feeling oily and dirty. You gasped for air, the mask over your face completely useless.

Shit, what had you done? What the hell had you done?

You were well aware it was hubris to even get into those secret HYDRA files on your computer. You knew it was selfish to try and recreate the drugs they used all those decades ago. You knew it. You knew it. It was wrong on so many levels. There’s a reason these files are so well hidden.

And you told yourself you’d never follow through. That you’d stop right before you created this damned thing. But you couldn’t stop. It was so tempting to do what is most forbidden and here you were now, breathing in your mistake.

You took the useless mask off, along with your lab coat. Your body was heating up. And you felt feverish. Like in a haze. And you knew what was happening. You’d read it all this morning. And you knew it would be hours before you felt normal again. Before this itch went away. This animal inside you, suddenly awake and hungry for… everything.

No, no, no.

You could barely stand up.

It wasn’t supposed to be this potent. You knew nothing would leak outside the lab, it was designed that way for safety, but you still locked the entrance just in case.

You blinked a couple of times, trying to reorient yourself as best you could, despite the smoke filling your nose and throat. Nobody was in the tower except you today. The team had left on some mission this morning.

Or so you thought.

Because as you were holding onto the wall, trying to make sense of what was happening to you, you heard someone knocking on the door.

“Hey, Doc. You in there?” A deep voice. Bucky. “The system notified me that something was wrong up here. Are you okay?”

Ah shit. Just his voice was making things worse. Your legs trembled, you were gasping for air. Your body throbbing at the mere thought of him, his hands, his mouth, his touch, his–

“Bucky.” You managed to respond to him. “Please,” You were getting breathless, almost fucking moaning, mouth watering just at the thought of him standing right there… no, no, no. “Please, don’t come in.” You managed to tell him, every fiber of your being wanting nothing more than to just let him use you, let him rut into you, let him–

“Uh, you don’t sound okay, Doc. Are you hurt?” He asked, the panic and concern very evident in his voice.

Fuck. No, he had to leave. Now. He had to leave now.

You managed to lean against the cool wall, trying to see past the pure lust coursing through your veins. You breathed slowly. “Bucky, you have to leave. Okay? I’m not hurt. I’ll be fine, you just have to leave. Now. Please.”

“No,” He argued, sounding worried. “You don’t sound alright. I’m coming in.” He said. And there was usually no arguing with that tone.

“No,” You whispered weakly. He had access to everything in this tower. Of course he could unlock the door with no problem. And before you could tell him not to, Bucky was in your lab. “Bucky, no.” You whispered, unable to speak properly.

You felt warm. Hot. Burning. And you could see Bucky’s large frame moving around in the smoke.

“Doc, what the–,” He stopped speaking abruptly. You felt the realisation sinking in, even in him.

You felt tears falling down your face. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, watching him get closer to where you stood, “I’m so sorry. Look, just walk away. We’ll wait it out.” It pained you just to say it. “Go away, Bucky.”

“Doc,” His voice was strained as he spoke, “What have you done?” His face so somber and blank. He was losing it too…

“I’m sorry.” You apologized again. “I didn’t know it would– I thought I could stop. I didn’t think…” You whimpered as he got closer, your brain – whatever part of it remained coherent and not lust drunk – knew he was feeling it too.

That pull. That damned itch. That need to feel, or grab, or bite, or fuck another warm body…

Bucky stood right in front of you. In full tactical gear. His guns were still strapped to his body. His glorious body… strong and muscular.

“You…” You spoke, despite the burning desire of wanting to just throw yourself at him and let him use you however he wanted. “You have to leave, Buck.” You whimpered, gasping for air, feeling your skin all warm and damp with sweat.

He was burning too. His fists clenched. His skin shiny with sweat, his body heat almost radiating off him. He was silent, then he reached for you with his metal hand. Tracing his cold metal fingers down your neck, feeling your quick pulse.

“You know I can’t do that.” His fingers carefully wrapped around your throat. He was losing control. “You know I can’t walk away from this. And neither can you.”

Something was different about his voice. Something was darker.

“I’ve been through this before, Doc.” He leaned in and held your stare. “Believe me when I say, it gets worse if you don’t fuck it out of your system. The first hour is fine. Tolerable. But by the third, the fourth hour… you feel like you’re losing your mind. Like you’re not even human anymore. Like you were made just to breed. Like an animal.”

“Please,” You felt fresh tears fall down your face. The guilt was still there under all the lust and filthy desires. “I didn’t mean for this to–,”

“Shh, it doesn’t matter. We’ve got each other. We can get out of this.” He leaned in and nuzzled your neck, inhaling your scent which to him felt like the most ambrosial scent ever. “I can make it better.” He promised, pressing his body into yours. “I’ll make it feel good.”

You whined, tilting your head back and exposing more of your neck and throat. Surrendering. “But, Bucky…” You tried, weakly.

“Don’t fight it.” He said, pulling away from your neck to look into your eyes. “It gets worse when you fight it, Doc. You know that, don’t you?”

That darkness in his eyes was new. You didn’t recognise it.

“I didn’t know it would–,”

He cut you off. “It would what?” He barked. His icy stare had you frozen in place. “You didn’t know what you were creating?” He taunted, and you noted – even in your own hazy state – that the smoke, the drug, whatever it was, was affecting him way more than it was affecting you. Because judging by his face, his voice, his stare, his movements… Bucky was almost completely gone. “Huh? You didn’t know what this drug was? You didn’t know what it could do? You’re a smart woman, Doc. Surely you knew what you were making…”

While you were clawing, trying to hold on to your sanity, Bucky’s words were luring over to the other side. “No…”

“Yes you did.” He accused. “You knew all along. And you still made it.”

“Please, Bucky.” You begged. You begged for… you didn’t even know what for. All you felt was desire, and pain. A hot pain. Like something inside you contorting, wanting to explode.

Bucky smirked, both his hands grabbing you this time. “It’s starting to hurt, isn’t it?”

You blinked away the tears and nodded, pleading with him with your eyes. Then you caught yourself, heavy-eyed, mumbling, “Make it better… please.”

That did it. That got rid of whatever was making both of you hold back.

Bucky picked you up and slammed your back against the wall – all while kissing you hungrily, like his life depended on it. You couldn’t even form a proper thought as his tongue slipped into your mouth, making you moan into the kiss.

Your hands slid into his ridiculously soft hair and he held you tightly against him. Your core pressed against his firm body as his mouth moved perfectly against yours, driving you crazy. Well, crazier.

You didn’t care that you were dry humping him, all riled up just from his kiss.

“That feels good, huh? Rubbing yourself on me like that?” He moaned quietly into the kiss as your hand gently tugged on his hair. He smirked and spread your legs apart just a little so he could be closer to you.

His hands held you up, securely against him, he had a very firm grip on your thigh, his other hand placed right under your ass – holding you up while he kissed you like there was no tomorrow.

“I’m gonna make it better, okay? You hear me, Doc? I’ll make it feel so good.” His lips left yours momentarily to kiss along your jaw, and down your neck, nibbling on your skin and making you moan out loud.

He pulled away from you for a moment, and stared into your eyes again. Almost like he was looking for any warning signs which told him to stop, “Tell me I can.” He demanded, “Tell me I can fuck you however I want. Tell me I can use your body and make us both feel better.” The pleading tone in his voice was hard to ignore.

You could tell he was fighting it too. The animalistic, primal urge to fuck. To breed.

“You can.” You told him, wanting. Just wanting. “Please, I’ll… I'll let you do anything. Just make it feel better.”

“You’re safe with me, okay? I won’t hurt you. I need you to remember that, okay?” His voice sent chills down your back and you didn’t want to be all slow and gentle anymore, you simply couldn’t wait any longer, so you reached out and started unbuckling his pants, and he helped you by tearing your clothes off, and slipped his hand in between your legs. Your naked, squirming body pressing against his tactical gear felt immoral in a way you couldn’t explain.

You were wet, embarrassingly so. And even you could tell just by how easily Bucky ran his knuckles along your wet folds, smearing your arousal around in the process. He chuckled right in your ear as you pulled his cock out and stroked it with vigour.

“Can’t wait, huh?” He slipped his forefinger and his middle finger through your entrance with ease and grunted in your ear as he felt your walls instantly welcoming him in. You could feel your wetness dripping down your inner thighs. He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting all the spots you wanted him too. “Just wanna be fucked badly, don’t you?”

“Bucky…” you whimpered and closed your eyes when he leaned down and nibbled on your skin around your collar bones. Something about how desperately, and sinfully his name escaped your lips drove him wild. You bucked your hips against his hand and he chuckled as you moaned out loud while he touched you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he held you up easily with just his metal hand. The rough material of his gear chafing your skin but you did not care. “Bucky,” You whined when you felt his cock briefly brush against your wet folds. “More, please. Please.” You cried out.

“I know, I know. I feel it too.” He kissed down your neck, smirking against your skin and peppering it with kisses as he aligned his throbbing tip with your entrance. “I know, baby. I know it hurts. I’ll make it better, okay? Just let me in…”

He pushed himself into you, stretching you out as he went. His nails digging into your skin as he held you by your hips, and yours clawing at his neck, and shoulders as he filled you up nicely. You were both panting by the time he filled you up entirely.

He barely gave you a few seconds to adjust to his size before he started rocking in and out of you. You felt all of him, each vein, each stroke brought you to tears with how good he felt.

“So fucking tight…” he whispered against your cheek, more so to himself. “You’re gonna let me have this tight pussy, huh? Just like that. Hmm? You’re that much of a little slut you’re not even gonna put up a fight, huh?” He stroked your walls with his pulsating cock and you were moaning against his cheek in no time. He enjoyed every second of it.

Both his hands supported you up by grabbing you at the curve of your ass, holding you against him, as he sped up into you. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck and said, “I bet you did it on purpose too, huh? You dirty fucking whore.” He hissed in your ear, cock sliding in and out of you as he fucked you like an animal. His brain running on nothing but pure animalistic instincts. “I see the way you look at me, like a bitch in heat. You’ve probably been plotting this for weeks now. Months even.” Bucky accused. “You knew everyone else left for that mission this morning and I stayed back. Maybe you knew it was going to be just you and me in the tower, and it all worked in your favour, huh?” His grip was punishing. “You had me all to yourself. And you knew I’d come to help you. You knew locking the door from inside wasn’t gonna stop me.”

“No…” You tried to protest, tried to tell him his accusations were wrong. But you could barely talk. “Bucky…”

He didn’t give you the chance to form coherent sentences. He kept taunting you. “And here we are now, Doc. Here I am, at your fucking service. Your good little soldier doing his job. Fucking you like you wanted it.” He let out a cocky chuckle. “Am I doing a good job, Doc? Am I being a good little soldier, fucking you how you want me to? Hmm? Is this good enough for you? Is this what you always dreamt of?”

“Buck…” You gasped. “You know that’s not true.” You whined. “I would never… never do this on purpose…,” You gasped, “To you.”

“No?” He taunted. “But look how well you’re taking it. Look at you. Look at your body swallowing that cock each time like you’d been practising.” He whispered into your ear, his tone filled with lust and filth, “Did you practise, Doc? Did you fuck your biggest toy each night leading up to this in preparation, huh?”

You moaned out loud again, reciting his name religiously as he slammed into you relentlessly.

He was taking over all your senses and you were more than happy to surrender to him.

You felt the pressure forming, fiery and pressing inside you. While it eased the pain, it also wanted out. It wanted to explode. You needed a release. “Please, Bucky. Please make me come…”

Bucky nibbled at the skin under your ear and you lost all control you had left. Your thoughts became cloudy and all you could focus on was how his body brought you closer and closer….

“So fucking good…” he mumbled softly against your skin while he fucked you like an animal; occasionally growling at how good you felt around him. “Better than I ever thought.”

Your throbbing clit rubbed against his pelvic bone each time he buried himself completely in you, and he soon quickened his pace – earning more moans from you.

“Look at what you did,” He growled in your ear as he pounded into you as fast as he could, your back slamming into the large wooden front door with each thrust. “Turned me into a fucking animal. All I can think about is making it good for you. All I want is to fill you up, and fucking breed you. Is that what you want? Want my babies inside you?” He rambled, also getting closer. “I’ll give it all to you, you know that? Not even worried about it, you’ll be a great mommy, won’t you? Won’t you, baby?”

Your body moved along with his, his cock sliding in and out of you like you were just a toy. And you never complained once. You barely listened to what he was saying, all you did was nod and agree with his ramblings. Thinking he didn’t mean them. It was the drugs talking, you reminded yourself with whatever sanity you had left.

You could hear the wet sounds caused each time he pushed himself into you and the sounds of your skin slapping against each other. It was downright sinful.

He moaned against your ear and the sound sent shivers down your back. “Perfect fucking pussy, fuck, you feel like heaven,” He gasped, “Could fuck you all day and do nothing else. Right here in between your legs, huh? Is this where you want me all the time, Doc?” He hissed in pleasure, “Yeah? Does that feel good? Do I feel good inside you?”

“Yes,” Your legs started to shake around him as he quickened his pace, pounding into you mercilessly. “Fuck… yes, you feel so good.”

You felt like you were losing your mind. The pleasure was too much and you couldn’t hold back anymore. So, you came undone around his cock, screaming his name out loud in the empty lab. Walls clenching around him, nails scratching down his neck.

“That’s it, baby. There we go, that feels good, huh?” His thrusts became irregular as he came right after you did, cock throbbing against your pulsating walls as he emptied inside you.

“Oh fuck….” You could feel his warmth filling you up. “That feels…”

“Come here.” He pulled out of you and grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you towards your nearby desk, and pushed you on it, making you sit on the edge, legs dangling for a moment as he grabbed your face and gave you a punishing kiss. “Need more from you, you hear me? Be good and give it to me, okay?”

You were too far gone to even care what position he had you in, all you wanted was him. Inside you. All you cared about was how he’d make the pain go away. So when Bucky grabbed your legs and placed them on the edge of the desk, opening you up to him completely, you let him.

He placed his hands on your thighs and spread them further apart and took his time inspecting your wet folds. He mindlessly dragged a finger up and down your slit, making you shiver and moan as he touched you, occasionally fingering his cum back into you.

“I wanna see what we taste like together.” He whispered, kneeling down.

His eyes trailed up to your tits, and his other hand reached up to pinch a nipple, making you yelp. He chuckled, “So pretty, and all mine to play with, yeah?” He whispered, getting down on his knees so his mouth was mere inches away from your clit. “Now, keep your legs spread for me. Just like this. Okay?”

You nodded, looking down in between your legs as he leaned in and pressed his ravenous mouth shamelessly to your wetness.

His tongue, his lips, the gentle suction of his warm mouth – it was all too much. He moved his head side to side, his coarse stubble brushing against your soft inner thighs. You whined and trembled, trying to keep your voice down as he made you lose your mind by eating you out like a starved man.

Then he looked up, meeting your eyes as the lower half of his face was completely submerged into your wet cunt. And that did it. You came with a yelp and a moan, riding his face and tugging on his hair.

He got up quickly and grabbed your face, breathing heavily with wetness all over his lips, “You wanna taste us together? Yeah? Wanna see how good we are?”

You nodded, delirious. And he leaned in to kiss you again. A messy, warm, filthy kiss. Bucky only pulled away when you were breathless and begging him to stop. He was panting by the time he was done abusing your mouth.

Then he looked down at your cunt, seeing the way wetness kept oozing out your hole.

“Look at that,” He looked down in between your spread, trembling legs and pointed at the little puddle of wetness you’d left there on top of the desk. “You made a mess, baby. Better clean it up.”

He pulled you off the desk and bent you over, pushing your face down, right into the little puddle you’d created there when you came for him.

“I said clean it!” He hissed, sliding his cock back inside you from behind. “Let me see that tongue licking all that up.” He growled, “Yes, that’s it. Lick it clean, baby, come on.” He pressed down on the back of your neck, refusing to let go. “Did you get it all cleaned up? Huh? Give me a taste of that then, come here,” He pulled you up, manhandling you however he wanted. He grabbed your face and turned it to the side to kiss your open, wet, and warm mouth. You were panting by now. He didn’t care, he took whatever he wanted. Shoving his tongue into your mouth and sucking your taste, stealing it.

He pulled away and that wild look in his eyes made you throb. “So fucking good…” Then he spat in your mouth and pushed you back down, bending you over your desk again and went back to fucking you from behind, keeping a tight grip on the back of your neck.

You whimpered as his pelvic bone smacked against your ass each time he thrust into you.

“Look at that body,” He mumbled. “Look at how perfect you are.” He teased, “Who knew our resident, nerdy little scientist would be such a filthy little slut for me, huh?” He slowed down, grabbing your neck and pulling you back into his chest, getting closer to your ear as he said, “Is that what you are now, Doc? Are you my little slut? Tell me. Tell me you’re my little slut and I can breed you whenever I want to. Tell me I get to use you whenever I feel like it.” He hissed, “Fucking tell me.”

You whimpered, “Yes I am. I am your little slut, please just… you can do whatever you want, Bucky, just please make me come.”

Bucky chuckled, cocky now that he’d heard all that he wanted to hear. “Yes you are, baby. A perfect little slut for me. Just for me.”

Then he resumed fucking you like an animal. His moans and groans loud in your ear.

“You better come for me, slut.” He growled into your ear. “You hear me? Come on this cock, come on. I want it wet with your cum.”

His words made you delirious. Lust drunk even more than ever before. You moaned as he reached every single sensitive spot inside you. You felt a familiar warmth taking over you, and a pressure building in between your hips.

“Oh…” You whined, “Bucky, I’m gonna come.” You cried, and you were pretty sure you had warm tears streaming down your face.

“Come on, baby. Come on. Let me fill you up again, huh? You’re gonna just be a good girl and take it, huh? You’ll just be nothing but a cum dump for me, that’s it, angel. Milk that fucking cock, it’s all yours baby… all yours.”

You couldn’t hold it any longer. And you came all over his cock, crying with hot tears down your face.

“Yes… look at you.” He cooed, his voice laced with lust and desire. “You come so good for me.” He slammed his cock harder into you, and your eyes watered even more. He felt agonisingly good, even though you were so sensitive that each stroke had you whimpering and trembling.

Bucky came right after you, grunting and sighing in pleasure. His warm load shooting inside you as your body shook against the desk.

“Fuck, angel, you’re so full of my cum.” He pulled out and pushed back into you, a shallow thrust, as if to test something out. “There, I can feel it all inside you.”

Your mind was a foggy mess. The lab was clearer now though, no more smoke poisoning your brains. But there was enough in both your systems that Bucky only had to wait another minute, before he was ready to go again.

Turning you around and stepping in between your legs and slid back into you again. “It’s getting better, huh? The pain? Are you okay, baby?”

You just nodded and let him take over.

A few slow strokes, then the animal in him took the reins again. Bucky fucked hard and fast into you, his teeth bruising your lips. His mouth swallowing your moans, as he whispered against your open mouth, “It’s all yours, all fucking yours. This is what you wanted, huh? This cock is all you wanted? Should’ve just asked, baby. You didn’t have to do all this. Should’ve just looked up at me with those pretty eyes, gave me one of those please fuck me looks and i would’ve done it.” He chuckled, ending with a loud moan. “Fuck, I would’ve done it. I would’ve taken care of you so fucking good…”

“Please,” You begged, “Please, Bucky, can you–,” A loud moan escaping your mouth cut you off.

“What?” He hissed.

“I want to taste you, please come in my mouth.” You asked, your brain barely registering what you were asking for.

He chuckled, “No, no, no. I can't waste all this.” He reasoned. “This goes in you, right? That’s why you did all of this? To be pumped full of my cum, right? So no, baby. Can’t waste it all by shoving all this down your throat instead of in your womb.” He teased, “Sorry, but not this time.”

Moments later, you were coming undone loudly while Bucky was spilling inside you, some of it oozing out all around his cock, which was still snug inside you. “There,” He gathered some on his finger tips, chuckling, “I guess you can have some of it.” He shoved his fingers into your mouth, which you greedily sucked on like it was fucking ambrosia. Bucky hissed, “Yeah, you like that? The taste of me?”

You nodded, his fingers still deep into your mouth.

“You want more?” He asked.

You nodded again.

“Let’s go then. I need a bed to properly break you in.”

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Hours later, finally satiated, Bucky decided you two could stop now. That agonising hunger subsided.

He was spent. As were you. And he had barely any energy left. But he made an effort, hissing as he got up and out of bed, feeling all his muscles screaming after hours of non-stop fucking. He stood there, stretching his limbs a little as he looked over at you.

You were buried under his blankets and pillows, only your pretty face was visible. And your eyes were shutting more and more. Bucky leaned over and caressed your face, waking you up gently. “Hey, baby. Wake up.” He whispered gently. “I need you to drink something, okay? Don’t fall asleep just yet.”

You whined, “Just wanna sleep.” You mumbled.

“I know, I know.” Bucky walked over to his mini fridge and got some sugary drinks out. “But you need to drink this, okay.” He walked back to bed and forced you up, pulling you onto his lap so he could better observe whether you were drinking all of it or not. “Come on, have some more. You need it, angel, please.” He reasoned, kissing your shoulder, and rubbing your thighs.

You finished your drink, and leaned back against Bucky, thankful for his warm chest and his strong arms holding you up.

“I got you, angel, I got you,” He murmured, his hands rubbing all over you. He didn’t care that he was smearing his own cum all over your thighs and abdomen, it felt weirdly good. Like he was marking you. “I’m sorry I got so rough earlier,” He apologised, kissing your shoulder. “You just felt so good, I wanted your body to bend and break for me.” He kissed your tired body wherever he could, “Am I forgiven?” He kissed your neck until it tickled, “Hmm? Do you forgive me for being rough earlier?”

He earned a sleepy drowsy giggle. “Yes, Buck.” You answered, letting him tuck you back in bed. “Need to shower,” You mumbled.

Bucky answered, saying, “Later, baby.” And he kept kissing you, murmuring praises and post-sex rambles into your ear. “You’re perfect, you know that?” He spooned you from behind, not minding the sticky, sweaty mess you both were. “My perfect girl…”

You were too close to falling asleep to note the change in his tone. The slight darkness lacing his words. Still.

Bucky pressed his body to yours, caging you in his arms. Then noticed the way you backed up into him, purposely because you did it twice.

“Again?” He asked you, chuckling when you nodded at his question, your butt pressing into his crotch as you drifted off… barely conscious and letting out the tiniest, softest moans as he slid his cock back inside you. Hard already. With ease. Fucking you slowly and enjoying the feeling of your wet warmth wrapped around him.

He knew your body by heart now, so even in the dark he let his hands roam all over you. Touching you exactly where you needed to be touched.

You let out a sleepy whimper, “Mhmm,” And mumbled some nonsense, “...feels so good.” You let out a sigh. “Gonna need you all the time now.”

“I know, baby.” Bucky murmured, already spilling inside you. Filling you up with his cum again. “I know it feels good.” He tightened his arms around you, left his cock snug inside you and pulled you closer to him, whispering against the back of your neck, “And we would’ve never known how good it can be if I hadn’t intervened to speed things up, now would we?”

How long had he yearned for this? For you? Months maybe. But you were always so cautious, always so proper. Always so distant and with frozen, icy walls around your heart. Bucky could never get in. But he wanted you. Oh, how he wanted you since the day he first saw you.

Gods… it was so easy to sneak those files into your computer. And he knew you were so curious by nature that you wouldn’t have been able to resist looking into them. And once you looked, you wouldn’t be able to resist trying to recreate something so forbidden.

All he had to do was let you believe that he’d left that morning with the team as well. But he never did. He planned things too well. Stalled just enough so that right as they were about to take off, Bucky was able to pull back. Showing everyone that the system had alerted him that there was something going on in the lab. The team agreed that Bucky would stay behind and deal with that while they went away and carried on with the mission.

So then, just as he had planned, you two were all alone in the tower and he was at the lab at the right time. Barging in to get you out, like a hero. And accidentally inhaled all that vapour that drove him wild…

And here he was now. His plan was well executed.

Bucky playfully bit your skin, tasting you like you were there just for that. “You played your part well, baby. Thank you for that.” He smiled upon hearing another one of those sleepy moans escaping your mouth. “And now you’re all mine.” He whispered into your ear.

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a/n: what? I was horny okay…

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sinners-library · 1 month ago

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john walker x reader

I’ve been thinking thoughts about john walker again… what is happening to me

Themes: smut, switch!john walker, explicit language, praise kink,

a/n: also i love this stupid scene below sm omg-

I have a feeling he would be down for anything. He wouldn’t mind leading, taking control, or being the dominant one in the bedroom:

“Come here, baby.” He’d called out, manspreading on the couch, patting his thigh for you to come get comfortable on. “Come give me a kiss.”

And how could you resist that face? That voice? That sleepy, tired look in his pretty eyes. The messy blond hair, the rough beard to match. So you’d go over to him, get on his lap like his good girl. And he’d tell you how pretty you are.

“Such a pretty girl for me…” he’d whisper into your ear, his beard brushing against your skin, while he slides another finger inside you. “All mine, huh? This is all mine.” He’d get you to moan louder and louder with his gentle, deliberate, slow strokes. “My angel… all mine.”

John would also be the type of man to just take whatever he wants. He’d be demanding for sure, always seeking you out. Always touching you. Always reminding you how much you mean to him. Always reaching for you, always needing your warmth whether it’s late at night or early in the morning.

Sleeping next to him would be such bliss because he’d just be so handsy. You’d wake up with his hand down your shorts, or up your shirt, grabbing you and cupping you possessively. Reminding you even in his sleep that you were his. Or you’d wake up feeling soft kisses all over your neck.

“I want you so bad, kitten. Spread those legs for me.”

Or he’d straight up refuse to let go of you once he starts. “Just one more, baby.” He’d gasp into your ear, pounding into you even after you were done coming for him. Multiple times.

“I need some more, angel, give it to me…”

But I guess, he also wouldn’t mind you taking control, and you telling him what to do:

Maybe he’d be extra sensitive after returning from a mission. He’d be tired, and quiet, and soooo needy because he’d missed your touch for days. He doesn’t even know how he survived not touching you. And now, he was starving and couldn’t even ask for what he wanted. He’d just sulk and give you puppy eyes until you figured it out.

“Is this what you want, huh?” You’d grab his hand and shove it in between your legs. You’d catch the surprised yet vulnerable look in his blue eyes. He’d be needy. Moments away from begging. “You need it? Hmm?”

“Yes…” He’d whisper, quietly, like he didn’t want himself to hear it.

“Yeah?” You’d lean in to whisper in his ear. “What do you need, huh? To fuck me? You want to fill me up? Mark me as yours?”

“Fuck,” He’d swear, his voice shaky. “Please, please just let me touch you.” His voice cracking in desperation.

You’d mess with him then. A game of push and pull, giving him what he wanted but not entirely. Maybe you’d tease him for as long as you could until he was limp in bed, mumbling nonsense, his eyes shut and his breathing heavy…

“Please, please, please,” He’d chant. “Baby…”

“What?” You’d taunt. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Or maybe John would be the type to follow instructions with no problem:

You’d find him while he’s with the others, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “You got ten minutes, Walker?”

And he’d know. He’d just know… he’d know that for those ten torturous minutes in the walk-in utility closet, he’d be nothing but a gasping, whimpering, pleading mess. With his cock in your mouth, your tongue teasing him, and his hands obediently behind his back, wrists trapped between him and the wall behind him. His blond hair a mess with how roughly you ran your fingers through it earlier, kissing him until he was breathless.

And he’d stand there and take it too. Playing by your rules, coming only when and if you’d let him. He’d moan so pretty for you. His voice strained and quiet, breathy moans that drove you insane.

He’d react so well to praises too.

Smiling to himself each time he’d make you come.

“You okay, baby? Can I make you come again?”

Or feeling all happy and proud each time he’d fuck you to sleep.

But mostly, your praises would make him weak during sex

“Yes,” You’d gasp, squirming under him as he fucks you nice and deep. “You feel so good, my handsome man…”

“Baby,” He’d plead, tensing up at the praise and looking down at you with a pleading look in his eyes. “Please, I can’t hold it much–,”

“Yes you can,” You’d argue, caressing his face. “Just a little longer, and then you can come, I promise, okay?”

He’d groan and go back to fucking you, riding that edge for as long as he can before making a mess all over you. His cum all over your thighs and abdomen. “Fuck, baby…” He’d whisper, shoving his face into your neck, his body clinging to yours, “I’m sorry I made a mess.”

He'd probably kiss his way down your body again, seeking your taste, wanting his mouth in between your legs, wanting to make you come again, not even bothering about the mess he just made.

"I want more, baby... just some more, please."

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a/n: help me. I did not choose to come to this town– this is [looks around] this is not even my town i’m just visiting i promise [sobs] call bucky and tell him to pick me up pls

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that bit of fuel to your fire

Mob!Lewis x Reader

Summary: Lewis makes you nervous. Yes you’ve been married to him for months now, but still. And no matter how much you crave him, you can’t seem to muster up the courage to openly ask for what you want. So you keep dropping little hints, you keep playing this little game. Hoping that he would catch a hint one of these days… and he does.

Themes: age gap, arranged marriage, smut, fluff, explicit language

“Can you please help?”

Lewis looked up from the papers scattered all over his desk, and saw you standing at the doorway of his home office, looking at him with those mischievous eyes. “Sure, what do you need, wife?” He asked, smiling.

Gods. He looked divine sat there behind his desk in his suit. The two of you had just gotten back from another fancy dinner party, and once home, he was already working again. Always busy working. You sighed dramatically and said, “The zip at the back of my dress is stuck.” You walked into his office and leaned against the side of his large, ancient looking desk, “Can you help me take the dress off?”

Nice choice of words. He thought. “Anything for you, darling.”

Lewis got up and reached you in less than a second. You turned around and gave him your back, with the zip halfway down. You caught the way his fingers ghosted over your skin before he grabbed the zip to lower it down. Which he did agonisingly slowly. And it had you shivering in no time.

You’d been married for months now. It was an arranged marriage so Lewis was basically a stranger. And you’d heard of him before getting married and he made you nervous ever since. He was older, dangerous, and he was quite famous with the ladies…

Getting married was the easy part. But living with him? Living with a drop dead gorgeous older man was… tricky. Especially when he was so sweet, attentive, and kind to you. You soon found yourself thirsting after your own husband. But you were too nervous to initiate anything. You never sought him out for sex. Ever. After all, given his age and the rumours, he was much more experienced than you were. Plus, he was intimidating as it is. And to imagine all that power unleashed upon you…

“You know,” He began, breaking you out of your reverie, while tugging on the zip that was actually stuck, “I hope you know you’re not being as subtle as you think you are.”

You turned your face to the side and asked, “What do you mean?”

“Oh really? We’re back to playing this game then.” Lewis chuckled, his fingers still brushing against your exposed back, his cold rings tracing down along your spine. “You think I haven’t noticed you’ve been making eyes at me all night? You think I don’t know what you’re doing? What you’ve been doing for weeks now?”

You held back a smirk. Not that he would’ve seen it anyway. “I still don’t know what you mean.”

Zip undone, but he didn’t let you go just yet. You watched as one of his large, tattooed hands reached around your waist to pull you back into him. Your exposed back pressing against the cool, expensive fabric of his suit.

“Don’t act so innocent, wife.” He said, nuzzling your neck and letting his lips brush against your skin. “You think I don't see right through you? Your little antics, huh?” He kissed up your neck till his mouth reached your ear where he whispered, making you shiver, “Accidentally pressing against me at night? Always wearing those little things to bed that barely hide anything? Walking around in those tight leggings? Wearing your little running shorts in the morning?” He chuckled into your ear, the sound making you almost moan.

His hand drifted downward, getting dangerously close to where you needed him the most. That damp spot in between your legs getting wetter, pulsing for him.

“You’re my wife.” He reminded you. “You don’t even have to seduce me. You just have to ask for it.” He reasoned. “Just ask for it, whatever you want. I’ll give it to you.” You heard the smirk in his voice. “I’ll give it to you good and you know that.”

“I… I–”

He turned you around so you faced him.

And that didn’t help at all. Lewis’ beauty was lethal. His pretty brown eyes, his smooth skin, the tattoos all over his neck… he looked like a god.

“Say it, wife. Tell me what you want.” He leaned in, brushing his lips against the corner of your lips. “Ask me to fuck you. Ask nicely.”

Shit.

“Please Lew… please…,” You couldn’t even beg properly. Your mind was melting already, he was too close, his scent, the look in his eyes, it was too much.

“Oh baby…” He leaned in closer, rubbing this thumb over your chin gently, “Can’t even ask for it, huh?” He chuckled, “It’s okay. I’ve got you now. I’m gonna take care of you.” He whispered, before he pressed his mouth to yours.

You melted immediately. Sliding your hands up his chest as you kissed him back with just as much passion as he kissed you. You were starving for him, for this. You had been for way too long now. His mouth moved against yours perfectly, his facial hair felt rough against your skin but you welcomed it.

As he pushed you onto his desk, making you sit on the edge, you mumbled against his lips, “I want you so badly.”

“Yeah?” Lewis smirked into the kiss, “How long have you been dreaming of this, huh? Of me touching you? Of me fucking you?”

He pushed you onto the table, stepping in between your legs already. You spread your thighs, “Too long.” You answered, your dress falling off your shoulders to bunch around your waist. “Way too long.”

He gave you another smug chuckle. Then he got impatient so your underwear came off of you immediately, and in pieces because he ripped it off before he leaned in to kiss you again, as his hand reached in between your legs to play with your wet folds.

He smiled into the kiss upon finding you already wet for him. “All that for me?” He teased, sliding a finger, then another inside of you, Lewis stroked your walls gently, preparing you for more.

You clenched around his fingers, moaning into the kiss as he finger-fucked you relentlessly, his rings cold against your warm skin, making you whine in need and desperation.

You held onto his broad shoulders and kissed him deeper as he made you come all over his fingers in no time. He smirked, looking down at you, given how quickly you came. “You couldn’t hold back, huh? Do my fingers feel good inside you, wife?”

“Yes…”

“I know it does, baby. Look how quickly you came all over my fingers.” He whispered, removing his fingers and shoving them into your mouth without another thought. “Now clean them.” He said, watching intently how you sucked on his drenched fingers.

He couldn’t wait anymore.

He unzipped his pants and took his cock out, looking deep into your eyes as he did. He watched how the sound of his zip made you shiver with lust and desire. He smirked, watching you as you looked down to where he lazily stroked himself. That tattooed hand moving lazily up and down his cock…

Lips parted, heart pounding, you watched him play with himself like you were starving for it. Which you were.

“You want it?” He asked, teasing you with an even slower stroke.

You whined at the way his big hand moved up and down his erected cock. You squirmed, trying to scoot closer to him, “Please…”

“Ask nicely,” He demanded.

You would give him whatever he wanted in that moment, so you fisted the fabric of his shirt and looked up at him, pleading, “Please, Lewis. I want you so much it hurts.” You begged. “I want it, please. Please, can I have it? Can I have your cock?”

He just smirked in triumph, “Of course you can, baby. It’s all yours.” He said, spreading your legs and sliding his cock into you finally. You wrapped your legs around him and welcomed him inside you.

And fuck, he felt good.

You were a moaning and whimpering mess as he began moving in and out of you so perfectly that it felt like you were losing your mind.

“I’ll fuck you whenever I want now,” He whispered, staring into your eyes while he pounded into you relentlessly. His possessive tone only lit your body on fire even more. “You made me wait long enough, baby. No more waiting. I’ll fuck this tight pussy all the time because it’s all mine, isn’t it?”

You nodded, unable to utter another word.

“Yeah it is. I’m your man, and you’re my wife and I’ll fuck you whenever you want me to, you hear me? You’re all mine.” He said, fucking deeper into you like he did own you. He bent down to kiss your open mouth, swallowing all your moans and whines in the process. “All fucking mine.”

His mouth, his taste, his scent. The way his strong body moved to bring you pleasure like only he could. It was all that existed in that moment. The rest of the world was not here. Just him. All of him.

You could only gasp and moan, unable to form coherent sentences while he pounded into you like he owned you. Your entire body tingled. “Lewis…” The pressure between your legs was getting hotter, tighter, and it would snap at any moment now.

Then he pulled away just a little, looking down to where your body swallowed his cock each time he thrust in and pulled out. “Look,” he said and you followed his eyes, letting out an even louder moan when you saw what he was looking at. “I’m fucking my wife, do you see it?” He purposely slowed down his thrust just so you could see.

You nodded.

“You’re mine, then why did you wait this long, huh?” He asked, leaning in to kiss you. A messy, desperate kiss. One that demanded answers. “Why did you keep yourself from me? Why torture me all this time?”

Fuck. Why now?

“I don’t know…” You gasped. “I was too nervous.” You mumbled, looking into his deep, brown eyes.

“Babygirl,” He chuckled, “I’m all yours. There’s nothing to be nervous about. Do you know how hard it was to hold back from touching you?”

You whined, regretting all the time you wasted, and pressing your face into the crook of his neck. You kissed his skin as best you could while moaning and whimpering, “Please,” You begged, “Please, can I come?”

He smirked and sped up into you again, “Wait for me, baby. Just a little more,” He sounded all growly and it only made you clench around him even tighter.

Hearing you moan and squirm under him only encouraged him to thrust deeper and faster into you. He was relentless as his body moved perfectly against yours.

A tear fell from your eye, out of pleasure. He was quick to wipe it away as he bent down and kissed your lips again, pounding into you rapidly. “Come for me,” he whispered against your mouth, his voice strained and raspy. “Come all over your man, baby…”

And that was all you needed. You cried out as you came around him, the pressure finally exploding and a familiar warmth washed over you.

“There we go, baby. That’s it… milk that cock, it’s all yours.” He murmured, his voice like a distant memory given how loud your heartbeats echoed in your ears.

You felt Lewis come as well, his cock throbbing against your walls as he came with a grunt, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise your skin surely as he filled you up nicely. His cum leaking out of you already, even though he was snug, deep inside you still.

“There,” He sighed, “All mine.”

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our bodies converse like old friends

Bucky Barnes x Reader x John Walker

Summary: Back home after a long mission, and there’s nothing these two soldiers want more than to just lose themselves in their favourite girl

Themes: threesome, smut, explicit language, bucky x reader, john x reader, praise kink

a/n: hear me out–

“You’re making eyes at my girl again, Walker?” Bucky strutted into your bedroom lazily, looking like he just got out of the shower. He glared at John in that stern yet playful way he always does.

“Our girl.” John corrected him and tightened his grip on you, making you giggle and squirm on his lap. “She’s mine too. Besides, I was here first.”

John earned a dramatic eye roll from Bucky. “She was mine first, before you barged into our lives with your little sob story.” Bucky argued, making his way towards your bed, where you and John had been cuddling.

“Whatever, Bucky. She likes me more.” John said, leaning in to kiss you on the cheek, extra loudly just to mess with Bucky.

“Does she now?” Bucky rushed over and pulled you out of his embrace.

John and Bucky made everything a competition – who’d get to spend more time with you, who’d get to wake you up in the morning, who’d find their way into your bedroom first each night, who’d make you come the hardest… you never complained. And you let the boys be boys. Plus you loved the attention.

“Hi Buck,” You slid off John’s lap for a quick second, got out of bed and let Bucky pull you into his arms.

“Hi, babygirl. You missed me?” Bucky asked, kissing your face while also keeping an eye on John who leaned his head back against the mountain of pillows you always kept in your bed.

You caught the look the boys shared as you answered, “I did. I missed both of you.”

Bucky spun you around, so you faced John while Bucky still had his arms around you from behind. John looked extra comfy in your large bed, surrounded by your pillows. And he had that smirk on his face – the one that promised lots and lots of trouble for you. The good kind.

“Did you?” John teased, “‘Cause you were just telling me you had the best sleep ever these past few days. What was it you said?” He pretended to think about it, then answered his own question, “Ah, you said there were no men here to bother you and that you had plenty of alone time to do whatever you wanted.”

“Wow.” And Bucky being the dramatic man he was, pretended to be hurt. “Is that how it is? We go out and fight to protect people, this city, and you, and this is what we get in return? You being happy when we’re away?”

“That’s not–,”

John cut you off, and added, “I’m telling you,” He said to Bucky, “We spoil her too much.”

Bucky nuzzled your neck, making you shiver as he whispered against your skin, “Is that true, baby? Do we spoil you too much?”

“No, not enough.” You argued, glaring at John’s pretty face. The betrayer.

“Oh is that so?” John questioned.

Bucky chuckled, “Not enough, huh? I don’t know, baby, I’d say you’re the most spoiled little princess ever. Huh, Walker? Don’t you agree?”

John got out of bed, walked a couple steps and reached you and Bucky. He touched your face, his fingers tracing your features leisurely. “Maybe you need a reminder, huh princess?”

“Maybe.” You mumbled, looking up into John’s blue eyes. His hair seemed darker because it was still damp.

Bucky chuckled again. “Reminder it is then.”

And before you knew it, you were naked between them. Bucky sat in your bed, leaning against the headboard, with his cock in your mouth. While you were in between his legs, ass up in the air with John’s cock buried deep in you from behind.

“Not complaining about not being spoiled enough now, are you, baby?” John whispered, his large hands grabbing you by the hips so firmly that you were sure he’d leave bruises behind on your skin.

He always did.

Bucky had that cocky look on his face, groaning as you took him into your mouth as much as you could. He held your head gently and watched you intently with parted pink lips how you took him so perfectly. “There we go, princess.” He said, “You’re so good at this, aren’t you? Our perfect girl…”

John was just as focused on your body, his hands keeping you in place as he moved in and out of you, watching how you wrapped around his cock perfectly, your walls inviting him in just how he liked it. “Good fucking girl…” He muttered under his breath.

“Yeah you’re such a good girl for us, aren’t you?” Bucky cooed. You looked up at him and whimpered, tears falling down your face as your walls clenched around John and he moaned in response.

Your body moved in between the two men like you were nothing but theirs to play with, all for them to use and you had no problem with that. They were greedy, both of them. Grabbing and touching you everywhere. But they were also gentle, and their touch was familiar and safe.

“You can do better than that, baby… you can take more, can’t you?” Bucky lifted his hips up gently, he held your head gently and slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut, breathing through your nose, taking him in until he hit the back of your throat. You felt all of him, his smooth skin, his raw taste, and you couldn’t get enough.

Your fingers clawed at Bucky’s thighs as John pounded into you from behind. He groaned and grunted as he filled you up entirely, your ass cheek slapping into his pelvic bone as he rammed his cock in and out of you incessantly, your wet warmth wrapped around him perfectly. “That feels good, doesn’t it, baby? Being filled like that?” John taunted playfully, “Huh? Do you prefer those lonely nights now?”

Bucky chuckled, “Can’t even talk, can you? Mouth full of cock… isn’t this a good reminder, baby? You still think you aren’t spoiled enough?”

Amongst the taunting and the way they used your body and mouth, you felt yourself drifting off to that high again. It was so close…

Bucky came first, coming undone all over your tongue and watching you swallow all of him, while John sped up into you, chasing his orgasm as well. Gasping and grunting, you loved how vocal he was, compared to Bucky’s more quiet manner. You couldn’t help the way you squeezed and milked him as you felt the familiar pressure forming in between your legs again.

You were already so desperate and needy, whining even as Bucky finally pulled his cock from your mouth and grabbed you by the chin so you looked up at him. Your whole body shook as John pounded relentlessly into you from behind. Bucky smirked as he looked into your eyes.

“So perfect…” Bucky breathed, looking down at you with nothing but pure desire in his ocean blue eyes.

“Be a good girl, and come for me, princess…” John spoke, fucking deeper into you. “Come on.” He urged you, his grip on your hips tightening. “That’s it, milk my cock and come, baby… there you go, good fucking girl…”

Bucky watched intently how your face morphed into a frown of pleasure. “So fucking pretty when you come.” He murmured.

“It’s like this pussy was made for me,” John grunted, and you felt his cock throb against your walls. You tightened around him, and he groaned and swore under his breath before coming undone, buried deep within you, “Tight little thing, aren’t you?” He mumbled under his breath as he came.

“Fuck…” You swore as you came right after, moaning and trembling between them both.

Your body tingled, and you felt warm all over and you felt sore because it had been days since you’d had them. At the same time. They could be a lot. Your jaw was sore, as was your sensitive spot in between your legs. You could still feel Bucky’s taste in your mouth while John pulled out and watched his cum drip out of you.

“Look at that, fucking beautiful,” He murmured, sliding a finger in and fucking his cum back inside you.

You were panting and whimpering, and about to collapse on your bed but they both held you up.

“Not quite done with you, princess.” Bucky spoke, mischief making his pretty eyes sparkle.

John added, cocky as always, “Did you think that was it?”

That’s how you found yourself right in between them not even a minute after. Clothes off. John was behind you while Bucky was in front. Bucky gripped your hips and settled your body right in between him and John. You could tell by the look in their blue eyes that they couldn’t wait for both of them to fuck you at the same time.

They always did this. And you always loved every second of it.

John gave you a quick kiss, his beard scratching your face, before he searched your bedside table to find the lube you guys always kept there. He held the bottle up and smirked at you. “I hope you’re ready, princess.” He teased, biting down on your exposed shoulder. “I won’t be gentle.” He added with a smirk.

You whimpered, your core throbbing and sore but ready for them at the same time.

Bucky touched your chin to get your attention, before he leaned in for a kiss as well. “Pretty baby,” He murmured, kissing along your cheek till he could whisper right into your ear, “Look at you, so fucking needy, it’s dripping down your thighs, isn’t it?”

John whispered in your other ear, “So fucking wet, princess. I think we would’ve been okay even without the lube.” He teased.

Bucky chuckled.

Your body trembled in between their naked bodies. They were so muscular, strong, and warm. And all yours. It drove you insane. And to think of all that strength, that superhuman power unleashed upon you… your heart raced like crazy in anticipation as you waited for one of them to finally fill you up.

John went first, he lathered his cock with the lube and toyed with your hole for a bit before he pushed his thick cock slowly into your puckered hole. “Fuck.” He cursed. The lube made it easier for him to fill you up and he had you whimpering and moaning in no time.

Your moans were shameless.

“You’re okay, princess,” John whispered into your ear, “Just focus on feeling good for me, okay? You can do it.”

You leaned forward and rested your forehead on Bucky’s shoulder to steady yourself, but before you could catch your breath and adjust to John’s size, Bucky guided his cock over to your folds and pushed himself into you as well.

They both groaned at how tight you were and slowly started moving in and out of you.

“You okay, baby?” Bucky asked, once he was fully inside of you. “Deep breaths, you got this.”

“We got you, angel, don’t worry.” John whispered. "We're right here."

You felt your holes stretching with both of their cocks inside of you and you felt so full that you could barely talk. You gripped his metal arm tightly, and nodded. Trying to accommodate both of them inside you was nothing new, but it always took away your ability to think straight.

“So fucking tight…” John whispered against the back of your neck. They both had their arms around you, holding you up.

The two moved in and out of you with a comfortable pace, one you were used to. Your walls clenched equally tight around each of them and the wet sounds your bodies made were sinful enough to make you almost lose your mind.

John bit down on your shoulder, whispering how good you felt while his arm tightened around you and he firmly placed his palm against your abdomen, right above your core. “You’re fucking perfect, baby, you feel that?” He could feel each one of Bucky’s thrust each time Bucky’s thick cock filled you up.

So did you, moaning at how full you felt. “Oh my god…” You whined.

Bucky chuckled, “No gods in here, baby. Just us.”

You were all theirs.

All you could focus on was their voices, their moans and their body heat as it wrapped around you, comforting you, making up for the time they’ve been away. Making up for the lonely nights you spent without them.

“Not missing those lonely nights now, are you?” Bucky taunted.

“You’re doing so, so good…” John reassured you.

They both moved perfectly against you, your heart beats and breaths in sync. You felt the pressure growing in between your legs again, and you could no longer hold it back anymore.

You were sensitive and needy. “Please….” You begged. To both of them.

“Can you hold on a little longer, princess?” John asked.

“No, no, please… please, can I–,”

“Shh. It’s okay,” He murmured into your ear, “I know it’s a lot. I know. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“Go ahead then, baby. Come for us,” Bucky finally said.

That was all you needed. You felt your walls clenching around both of them, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head while you came violently around both of them.

You cried out, actual tears streaming down your face and you whimpered as they kept going even after you came, pounding into you from both sides and chasing their own release.

“I know, I know,” John kept whispering, his beard rough against your soft skin. “I know you’re sensitive, angel. Just a little longer, I promise. Just a little…”

“Almost there, baby…” Bucky’s breathy voice murmured. “Almost there…”

The sounds of the moans and grunts coming from them made your body tingle.

“That’s it, baby.” Bucky growled. “Missed this fucking pussy.”

Bucky came with a loud moan.

John came right after, panting as he filled you up again, then carefully slipped out of you, letting his cum drip down your skin again. Because he loved to watch it, he’d told you once.

You whimpered when Bucky pulled out of you, you felt his cum oozing out of your folds and dripping down your thighs as well.

Your body felt heavy and limp, so you just leaned back against John while Bucky kissed your lips roughly. You were sure you would be sore even tomorrow.

John wrapped his arms tightly around you and kissed your temple. He was still catching his breath, all warm and sweaty. “You’ve been such a good girl for us, baby… so proud of you.” he whispered against your skin and kissed the side of your face. “You did so well.”

Bucky kissed down your neck, lips brushing against damp skin. “You’re always such a good girl, baby. Our spoiled, perfect princess…”

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a/n: this would send 2021 me into a coma

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briefed and blown 𐙚 b.b

pairing: new avenger!bucky barnes x reader

warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors dni, oral sex (m rec), teasing, team chaos

summary: you are on your knees for bucky, just before a mission briefing based on this request | requests are open!

word count: 1.1k

author's note: i loved writing this request! i hope you guys enjoy, love ya and stay safe out there!

i want him.

You dropped to your knees before the door even shut.

“Fuck,” Bucky hissed through his teeth, trying to backpedal as his spine hit the wall of the small storage room. “They’re right outside.”

Your grin was anything but innocent. “That’s the fun part.” Your eyes were locked on his, loving the way his breath caught. “Don’t pretend you’re not already hard for me.”

Boots scuffed the floor just beyond the door. Laughter. Alexei’s grumble. Yelena's sharp bark at Walker. The mission briefing was minutes from starting, and you had Bucky’s cock in your hand like you were a woman starved.

He was already getting hard. Thick and heavy in your hand, the head flushed dark with need, twitching when your thumb dragged over the slit. You couldn’t help but rub your cheek along the side of it, teasing him with your heat before even taking him in. Because of course he was. He always did for you.

“Baby-” he warned, voice low, gravelled, delicious. “Now’s not the—shit—”

You took him into your mouth in one smooth, practiced motion, lips stretched wide, tongue swirling over the tip as your fingers dug into his thighs to hold him still. You did it with practiced hunger, letting your lips stretch around his girth.

Your tongue flattened along the underside, tracing that thick, throbbing vein you knew made him twitch. You dragged your lips slowly down his length, savouring the way his cock pulsed with every teasing stroke.

Each inch you swallowed only made your core tighten, your panties already soaked from the memory of how he’d had you that morning. Face down in your shared bed, his hand around your neck, hips snapping into you while you whimpered his name like a prayer.

Now you were on your knees for him again, insatiable.

“Jesus,” he breathed, jaw tight, trying to keep control as your mouth wrapped around him. His fingers tangled in your hair instantly, the metal of his left hand cool against your scalp, tugging just enough to warn you, not yet, not too fast.

But you ignored him. Of course you did.

Instead, you moaned around him, long and low, letting the sound reverberate through your throat. The vibrations traveled up his cock, and he shuddered. You could feel it, every twitch, every attempt to hold back. And it only made you hungrier.

You wanted to ruin him.

You wanted him flushed and breathless, trembling from the effort of staying silent while his teammates sat on the other side of the wall — clueless, or maybe not, because how the hell could he not be loud when you were doing this?

You went deeper.

Your throat flexed as you took more of him, inch by inch, until your nose brushed his pelvis and your jaw ached from the stretch. The weight of him, the heat, the taste, it was too much, and not enough.

You swallowed around him, again and again, greedy for his reaction. Your hands gripped his thighs, anchoring yourself as you let him hit the back of your throat. You held there, choking slightly, eyes watering.

That’s when he cursed under his breath, low, raw, helpless.

“Fuck… baby, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

And still, you didn’t let up.

The head of his cock hit the back of your throat, and you didn’t stop. You swallowed around him, breath steady, gag reflex trained for this exact moment. Bucky’s head hit the wall behind him with a dull thud.

“Mouth so fuckin’ good,” he groaned. “Always knew you were trouble.”

From the other side of the wall, Yelena’s voice rang clear.

“Where’s Barnes and (Y/n)?"

“Please don't tell me they're defiling another supply closet” Walker muttered

You almost laughed around his cock, but the vibration made Bucky buck his hips involuntarily, and now you had a problem.

His cock hit deep, tears pricked at your lashes, but you held still, throat fluttering around him, one hand cupping his balls while the other braced you against his hip.

“ffuck,” Bucky gritted, trying so hard to keep still, to stay silent, but his grip on your hair was tight, borderline punishing. “You’re gonna make me blow my fuckin’ load while they’re talking about evac points aren't you princess?"

You pulled off with a filthy pop, gasping just enough air before diving back down and sucking. Loud, wet and messy.

You wanted him to feel it. You wanted him to suffer.

“Dirty little mouth,” he snarled, and this time, he didn’t hold back. His hips snapped into you, just once, just enough to feel the back of your throat close around him again. “You’re fuckin’ addicted to it, huh? To my cock down your throat.”

You moaned around him, shameless, spit trailing from the corners of your lips as your hand pumped what your mouth couldn’t take.

“Swallow it,” he ordered, voice sharp, breathless. “Be my good girl and take it all.”

Your nails dug into his thigh. The taste of him, the stretch, the weight of his cock in your throat had you dripping into your panties, your free hand slipping between your thighs for friction. But you didn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop.

You deepthroated him once more and that was all it took.

His jaw clenched hard. His abs tightened. You heard it before you tasted it, that ragged gasp he always let out when he lost control.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

He came hard, groaning deep in his chest as his hips flexed forward. The salt of him hit your tongue in thick pulses, and you swallowed greedily, desperate to take it all.

Your hands held him firm, your mouth milking him through every wave. You didn’t pull off, not until you were sure he was finished and even then, you gave a few soft sucks, letting him twitch and shudder from oversensitivity.

When you finally let him go, you licked your lips. Looked up at him, ruined and smug and satisfied.

He looked wrecked. The kind of fucked-out glow only you could pull from him, with his pupils blown wide, hair clinging to sweat-slick temples, his chest heaving like he’d just come back from war.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, pulling you to your feet like gravity had failed him. “What the hell am I supposed to say if they ask why I’m late?”

You smiled, straightening his collar for him. “Tell them you were getting briefed.”

From the hallway, Ava snapped, “Barnes! If you’re not in here in thirty seconds, I’m making Walker team lead.”

Bucky gave you one last look, part threat, part promise.

Then he opened the door.

“Sorry,” he deadpanned. “Got caught up.” His voice was hoarse, lower than usual, and Ava’s head snapped up. She narrowed her eyes, but said nothing, yet. Yelena smirked knowingly. John made a face.

Alexei looked up at Bucky, pointed, and then—

"He have the cum face"

Ava slid down in her chair, exasperated. "Fuckin' hell Barnes, it's 9 am"

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sinners-library · 1 month ago

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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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husband!bucky barnes who just wants to eat you out

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the first night of your honeymoon, staying in the expensive penthouse he paid for, you wanted to thank him, staring into his eyes as you’re curled up in bed together, you subtly shift your hips before he interrupts you.

“what are you doing, doll?” he questions, a firm grip placed on your hip to keep you still, your throat suddenly gone dry.

“wanted to thank you.” you reply, unsurprisingly all you get in reply is that dumb eyebrow raise he does.

“yeah, no. that’s not happening, lay down for me.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

striping his tongue across your slit, he stares up at you with his light blue eyes. his beard scruff slightly overgrown, scratching against your thighs.

“mhm? this pussy belong to me?” he groans while eating you out like a starved man, praising you for not holding back your noises, leaking onto his tongue.

“taste so fucking good princess. gonna make you cum till you forget everyone except me, yeah?”

you tangle your hands in his short brown hair, biting your lip so hard you think it might bleed.

when you finally cum, running his rough fingers over your clit he praises you.

“don’t want you trying to thank me again, this is all i need, wanna make you feel how you always should, ‘ bury my face in you everyday.”

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Extremely cracky but I am cackling at the thought of Thunderbolts endcredits(/Doomsday?) Bucky and pregnant reader hanging out with other heroes and the topic falls on everyone's hero suits and someone asks reader what she thinks of Bucky's new suit and she goes "Well, does this answer your question?" and points at her belly because he absolutey knocked her up when Bucky fucked her still wearing the fit.

If you want to make it smutty it can always include a flashback. 🤷‍♀️

in the suit?! | bucky barnes

Summary: ^^ Request

Word Count: 965

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this. And getting to stare at clips of Bucky in the suit as references. Thank you. Ps-Gif has nothing to do with the one shot, but fuck.

Present:

Your post-mission debrief had somehow turned into a party—beers around a bonfire, with s’mores. Yes, someone had brought s’mores. It was Bob. You half suspected that he’d googled ‘what do friends do for fun?’ on the way back to the tower.

You were sitting on a lawn chair, mocktail one hand, the other absently rested on your stomach—the baby bump very much obvious at this point. Behind you, Bucky stood with one hand on your shoulder and his vibranium hand wrapped around a beer while he looked like he wanted to re-enter the void any time anyone got too loud.

And naturally, Yelena got loud.

“Okay, here’s the real question,” she called out, waving her beer bottle around the team like a sword. “Which one of the ‘new’ Avengers has the best suit?”

“That’s so subjective.” Ava groaned.

“Exactly my point,” Yelena replied. “Subjectively, it’s me.”

Puffing out his chest, Alexei snapped. “I will ignore this insult and remind you of this iconic design!”

“You literally squeak when you move,” Walker said.

“You squeak emotionally.” Ava scoffed, taking a swig of her own beer bottle.

Walker pointed toward Bob. “What about him? Dude’s got like, three different fits.”

Bob smiled politely, yet his hand visibly trembled. “Thanks… I’m molecularly unstable.”

Then suddenly, all eyes turned to Bucky.

Including yours.

How could they not? The matte black suit. The red star. The arms.

After a beat of silence, someone—you think it was Ava—looked at you and said: “What do you think of Barnes’ new suit?”

Bucky froze. His hand tightened against your shoulder. Slowly you lowered your mocktail, raising your brows toward Ava.

“Well, Miss Starr,” you gave your swollen stomach a gentle double tap. “Does this answer your question?”

In surprise, Yelena dropped her beer into the grass. Alexei smiled, until the realisation flashed over his eyes and he clutched his chest like he’d been shot. Bob blinked rapidly in your direction, as though he was running a diagnostics. Walker let out a bark-laugh, quickly turning it into a full wheeze.

“No. Nooo,” He shook his head, the laughter still ringing through your ears. “Are you saying—Wait—in the suit?!”

You smirked, and shrugged your shoulders slightly. “Didn’t even take the glove off.”

Bucky’s eyes widened.

Three Months Ago:

The safe house door slammed behind you. You barely crossed the entryway before Bucky had you pressed against the wall. His breath was hot, his body humming with some leftover tension from the mission.

He was still in his New Avengers suit—matte black kevlar clinging to his body like a sin, his dog tags swung with every move, and his arm plates clicked together.

You barely had time to catch a breath before his mouth crashed into yours.

“Are you going to keep the suit on?” you murmured between kisses, fingers tracing the lining of the red star embroidered into his right arm.

His teeth pulled at your bottom lip. “Are you complaining?”

You weren’t.

Instead, you desperately tugged on his belt.

He growled.

And before you knew it, your legs were around his waist, his arm braced under your thighs. His vibranium hand reached up to cup your cheek, trailing his lips over your jaw with a ragged breath.

“You’ve been staring at me in this thing all damn day,” he hissed against the shell of your ear. “Did you think I didn’t notice, babygirl?”

“Maybe–Maybe I wanted you to.”

In response, he ground his hips against you—still dressed, but the feel of him had you clenching around nothing. Bucky didn’t rush. He never did. He made you feel it. He made you feel him. And every ridge of his suit, the inches of him still layered between you.

Finally, he freed himself, and you let out a sharp gasp at your underwear being shoved aside. “Don’t hold back, sergeant.” you breathed, fingers entwining in his hair, pulling the strands.

And he didn’t.

With one hard thrust, he was buried to the hilt—dragging out a broken moan from the back of your throat. He was rough, relentless. His hips snapped into you, driving you like he was proving a point.

He let your name fall from his lips.

The suit creaked with every movement, and his gloved right hand tightened around your thigh. His grip was bruising. His left hand found your throat—firm, grounding. Just enough to make your vision blur—not enough to lose control.

“You take me so good, baby,” he panted. “Fuck—you’re so tight, can feel you everywhere.”

Unable to form words, you gasped. High-pitched, wrecked whines of: ‘Harder—’. Pushing your chest out, you felt his dog tags swing between your breasts with every thrust.

Bucky’s fingers found your clit—still gloved, the textured leather moved over your skin toward the sensitive nub—rubbing tight, delicious circles.

You screamed his name.

Your body shuddered against him, vision turning white at the edges as your orgasm washed over you. Bucky’s hips stuttered, groaning deep from his chest as he spilled into you. His forehead pressed to yours.

He didn’t let you go.

Breathing hard, you clung to him.

Present:

“So, just to confirm,” Walker continued to laugh. “Bucky Barnes, the Winter freaking Soldier, turned into a thirst trap and you said ‘yes’ without any hesitation?”

“I said ‘harder’, actually,” you corrected, taking your mocktail straw between your lips.

Bucky muttered under his breath, looking up to the sky, up to the stars. “You tried to, at least.”

Yelena collapsed into Ava’s shoulder. “I never want to see that suit again.”

“I’ll be seeing it again, tonight,” you said sweetly, standing up to make your way toward the bathroom. Patting Bucky’s chest as you pass. “Pizza first, though. I’ll need the carbs.”

Bob blinked. “Should–Should I get more s’mores?”

“Yes, Bob,” the New Avengers said in unison.

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sinners-library · 2 months ago

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bucky shushing you on his cock while you’re hips are grinding needy into him, — tears pricking your eyes from the overstimulation.

he’s had you sat on his cock for a good two and a half hours and has managed to pull a handful of orgasms from your pretty pussy — but he wanted more

“buck…” you tip your head back as he has you sat on his cock — the two of you on the floor. your back was pressed against his chest as he had you in his lap, your legs spread eagle over his thick thighs to have you spread wide for him in front of the mirror

you looked like sin

“look at you..” he growls softly into your ear, your cunt throbbing around his thick cock shoved deep into your cunt. you were dripping over his length, down to his balls and the carpet

you watched as his hands gripped your hips, pulling you up on his cock and watching as he forcefully sits you back down

“daddy…pl-please…‘s too much…” you fall forward as your hands land on the carpet and you look back at him through the mirror

you just gave him the perfect angle

“sh-sh-shh baby,” he coos, leaning forward enough to grip your chin with his metal fingers and sticks his two fingers in your mouth

“you’re gonna take what daddy gives you, okay? and you’re gonna be a fuckin’ good girl about it while you watch.” your eyes can’t tear from his as he starts to thrust into you, tears pricking your eyes from the sudden force of how deep his cock is going now at the new angle

“gonna fuck this tight pussy so deep, pump you full of my cum,” he groans as he takes his metal hand from your mouth to send a smack on your ass

“fuck…please daddy…” you watch his eyes snap to your at your plea

“yeah baby? you wanna be bred, huh? have this slutty little pussy leakin’ of daddy’s cum for days is that it?” and you nod with moans slipping from your mouth as he grins wickedly

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Simon overstimulating you 😩 (nsfw)

“Shh, I know, baby, I know,” he whispers in your ear, kissing down your jaw. “I know.”

You sob, shaking your head, body quivering. He's got you on his lap, thick cock filling you up. His strong hands have you by the hips, lifting you up and down so you ride his cock. He's been doing it for over an hour, after he'd already fucked you senseless. Your legs are shaking, pretty eyes full of tears of ecstasy.

“'s too much,” you whine, nails digging into his broad shoulders, lips pouting even as you let out little moans.

“You can take it, love. I know you can take it,” he says, nipping at your neck. “You're doin' so well f'r me. Wouldn't wanna disappoint me, would you?” he asks, pulling away from your throat to meet your gaze, his eyes dark.

You hiccup. “But it's just so much,” you whisper.

“And you'll take it,” he says, raising a hand to wipe your tears. “You'll take it like the good girl that you are, hm? My good girl.”

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You’re sprawled across his lap, his stupidly big hands palming your hips like you’re a goddamn stress ball, and he can’t figure out if he wants to pull you closer or push you down and make you take it right here on the couch.

His mouth is everywhere—your lips, your jaw, your neck—and you’re barely keeping it together, letting out these soft, breathy little moans every time his tongue flicks against your skin.

"Jesus, Simon," you gasp when he nips at that spot behind your ear, the one that makes your whole body jolt like he’s turned on a switch. He pulls back just enough to smirk, lips glossy from where he’s been licking into your mouth like he’s trying to drown in you.

“Yeah?” His voice is filled with smugness, and it does nothing to slow the roll of heat pooling low in your belly. "What d’you need, sweetheart?"

Your brain's a mess, your fingers tangled in the collar of his shirt, tugging him back until his mouth crashes into yours, all teeth and tongue and messy, wet kisses that make your head spin. He’s not in any rush, though—he keeps pulling back to nip at your lower lip, tilting your chin just to watch you fall apart under him.

Your thighs tighten around his waist, grinding down against him, and he groans, his hips jerking up into yours. “Fuck,” he mutters, voice thick and desperate as his hands slip under your shirt, dragging rough palms over your back and sides, thumbs brushing over the waistband of your shorts. You’re burning up under his touch, shivering even though you’re practically glued to him.

"Simon, c'mon," you whisper against his lips, your voice breaking on a moan as he sucks your tongue into his mouth, pulling a shudder from deep inside you.

He chuckles darkly, breath hot against your lips. “Greedy little thing,” he murmurs, his hand sliding down to cup your ass, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. “Don’t worry, baby. Gonna take my time with you.”

You’re done for, melted into his lap, legs trembling around him, head tipping back as he kisses down your throat, mouthing at your skin like he’s tasting every inch of you. His teeth scrape over your pulse point, his tongue soothing the sting, and you can’t help the broken little moan that slips out, fingers tightening in his hair.

And he laughs, this sound that curls heat through your belly. “That’s it,” he growls, dragging his tongue up the column of your throat before pulling you back into a kiss so deep and filthy you swear you forget your own name.

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your guiding hand, your final decider

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky thought that no longer having to work under Val meant that he could avoid these pretentious parties. But no. Now that the New Avengers were the talk of the town, he was even more obliged to attend them – the entire team did. And the parties were always held at the tower itself so Bucky couldn’t even get out of there. But something had made these parties a lot more tolerable lately – someone rather, someone who had caught Bucky’s eye and now he couldn’t look away. You. And you were everything Bucky shouldn’t want. Well-known socialite, way too young for him, but something about the way you kept glancing at him with that look in your eyes… Bucky knew he was in so much trouble.

Themes: age gap (reader is in her mid twenties), smut, explicit language, soft dom!bucky

Bucky cursed mentally as he reached for another champagne flute.

Fuck this shit. He couldn’t even get drunk.

Bucky leaned against a decorative column in the shadowy corner of the room, people watching as always. He could see John working his charm on a group of people who refused to get away from him. He spotted Alexei forcing people to listen to his business and marketing ideas. He could see Yelena glaring at everyone, drinking as much as he was. He saw Ava and Bob trying to sneak out for the third time tonight. He met Ava’s eyes and shook his head gently. He could almost hear her sigh as she grabbed Bob and walked back into the party.

It was yet another fancy, pretentious mess – the party. Unnecessary people walking around, making unnecessary conversations, with unnecessary smiles on their faces. Every now and then Bucky would meet one of his teammates' eyes – especially the girls and they would share a miserable look before going back to drinking champagne or hiding from people.

At least the food was good.

Bucky thought he was in for another boring couple of hours, but then he saw a flash of red in a sea of black tuxedos. He stood up straight immediately, still hiding in his shadowy corner. He got a better look and found a slight smirk forming on his face as he saw you. Blood red dress, diamonds all over you, and a soft smile on your face as people naturally gravitated and came up to talk to you.

There you are. He’d been waiting for you, although he wouldn’t admit it. But lately, you were the only thing that made these parties tolerable. And the entire team teased him about it. Bucky hadn’t even spoken to you, ever. You always seemed so… out of reach. And you were so young, compared to his century old self. Besides, why would you ever give him even a slice of your time?

But then, a while ago, it seemed he caught your eye too. Because he’d noticed you would look up every now and then and meet his eyes. And you’d give him a faint little smile. Then over time you got bolder it seemed. Because not only would you smile at him, but you’d give him those eyes. Beckoning him, luring him like a siren. But he never went up to you. No matter how many times he found you alone at the bar, or how many times he felt that pull that he had to fight to resist.

But there would be no resistance tonight it looked like. Because you were walking right towards him. Bucky froze. You’d found him even though he was hiding in a corner, and you were marching over to him with that confident stride that made him weak. Bucky tightened his grip around the now empty champagne flute and worried that he might break it so he quickly set it down right before you came to a stop right in front of him.

Shit. You were even more beautiful up close. What the hell is he supposed to do? Say? Do with his hands? Should he shake yours? He looked around quickly, as if looking for backup, and all he found was John giving him a thumbs up.

He could already hear John’s voice in his head saying Come on man, you got this. Just don’t frown or glare.

“Sergeant Barnes,” You said, holding your hand out for him to shake. You introduced yourself then said, “I don’t think we’ve properly met.”

Bucky took your hand gently, and gave it a firm squeeze before letting go. “Yeah, I… you’re always busy socialising so…” He trailed off, shrugging. Running his fingers through his silky soft hair out of habit.

Not good with small talk, then. You noted. So you smiled and quickly said, “I’m gonna go get a drink, come with me.”

Bucky followed, walking just a step behind you. He caught a whiff of your scent as you walked and some kind of hungry animal woke up inside him. Meanwhile you kept talking to him, apologising for how you didn’t come to greet him earlier. You asked him about work just as you both reached the bar.

“It must be quite something knowing you’re one of the strongest people on this planet.” You said, after you ordered drinks for both of you. Bucky just gave you a faint smile, running his fingers through his hair again. Gods, you thought, he’s beautiful. The kind of gorgeous where you could tell he didn’t even realise it. And it had taken you quite some months to have the courage to walk up to him and say hi.

But you had your eye on him since day one. And judging by his demeanor, you knew he liked you too.

“It’s… you know? Work.” Bucky answered, bringing his whiskey glass up to his lips. He took a sip, then said, “It’s all I know. I never quite got the chance to be anything other than a soldier. It’s what I’m good at.”

“And you’re very good at your job, it’s all everyone talks about.” You said, and watched him struggle with taking the compliment. You added, “Thank you for keeping our city safe, Sergeant Barnes.”

There. There was that look in your eyes again. That soft, sultry yet gentle look.

“Call me Bucky.”

Fuck. Had his voice gotten lower? Deeper? You wished you had a handheld fan because you were sure the temperature just rose. And him standing there all tall, muscular, and handsome didn’t help at all.

“Bucky.” You repeated. “You want to step out and get some air for a while?”

“Sure.”

—

He led the way and soon you were both out on the large open terrace which overlooked the twinkling city. The night was dark, the city was alive. The wind was slightly cold, but it was perfect.

“You must come here all the time,” You said, admiring the view. “I would if I lived here. The view is to die for.”

You turned to look at Bucky and he was already staring at you, leaning down with his elbows resting on the metal railing. You took a moment and admired the man standing next to you. Metal hand. Beautiful face. Pretty eyes. Strong body. The wind moved his hair around, highlighting the softness of it. And you wanted nothing more than to just run your fingers through that hair… maybe even tug on it–

“It’s… I don’t know.” He did that shrug you found adorable. “You kinda get used to it. Especially if you work in the exact same building where you live. I barely even come out here. I just park the jet and go to my floor.” He explained and chuckled.

You gave him a smile and said, “Park the jet.” You repeated his words. “You say that so casually, it’s like you’re from another world.”

Bucky chuckled. Then said, “I could say the same thing about you.” A pause. Then, “We have nothing in common, and yet, here we are.” He sighed, still looking at you with those gorgeous eyes.

“Here we are.” You repeated, not breaking eye contact.

Bucky stared back, then a few seconds later he blinked a couple of times and looked away, muttering, “You should stop that.” He said it in a playful tone, but it piqued your interest.

“Stop what?” You turned to face him fully this time.

“Stop giving me that look.”

“What look?”

Bucky chuckled and stood up straight. “Alright.” He stared into your eyes and said firmly but gently, “I know what you’re doing, doll. Stop it. You’re too young, okay? I’m too old for you.”

You stopped pretending you didn’t know what he was talking about. You stepped closer and reached for his bow tie, mindlessly fixing it as you said, “I’m old enough. Besides,” You whispered, your fingers leaving his bow tie to gently trail down his chest, touching his soft white shirt, “I like an older man.”

Bucky was so still. Frozen, as if unbothered by your actions. Then with a deep voice he warned, “Careful, princess.”

You looked up into his icy blue eyes and said, “I’m done being careful. I’ve wanted you since the day we first saw each other. But you’ve been forcing us to play this game of hide and seek. I’m done waiting, Bucky. I want you.” You leaned in and brushed the tip of your nose along his neck, breathing in his scent shamelessly.

Bucky let you have your fun for a moment or two, then he gently grabbed you by the chin, pulled your face away from his neck so he could look at you and said, “Shouldn’t you go find someone your age if you wanna have reckless fun, huh?”

You pouted. “Oh come on, Bucky.” You whined.

Bucky chuckled mercilessly at your whining. “Those puppy dog eyes aren’t gonna work. And don’t pout.”

You groaned, pressing into him. Your chest firmly against his. Your hands still on his chest. Bucky didn’t move. He didn’t push you away. He was enjoying this little game a little too much.

“But these boys my age,” You sighed dramatically, “They’re horrible. They play too much, they’re so unserious. They don’t even know how to treat girls right.” You leaned in again, whispering into his ear, “They’re so stupid, they can’t even fuck right.”

Bucky went still again. His heart beating so fast he could hear it. “Oh come on, angel…” He sounded like he was begging.

“Nobody had to know about us.” You whispered, letting your lips leave lipstick stains all over his cheek and neck.

“Isn’t this wrong?” He questioned, keeping his hands to himself for now. Miraculously.

“Who cares?” You continued kissing him softly.

“We shouldn’t.” Bucky whispered, his warning barely believable.

“It’ll be our little secret.” You promised. Then you reached for his metal hand, and guided it over to your chest. He let his hand linger there. “Please…” You said, pressing further into him, partially because his body heat felt so good. You couldn’t even imagine how nice it would be to have him naked against you–

It took him a second to make up his mind. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the railing, “Come on then.”

—

The elevator ride to his floor was… sizzling. You could feel the tension between you and him, it was almost tangible. A living breathing thing. A hungry animal.

The moment you both stepped out of the elevator, Bucky led you to his bedroom. He almost said fuck it and almost gave in twice during the short walk to his bedroom, wanting to just push you against the wall and take you right there. But there were cameras… plus he knew it’d be worth the wait. He preferred fucking in bed rather than anywhere else.

You stepped into his dimly lit bedroom and immediately noted that it was just as dark and moody as him. With more shadows than light.

You opened your mouth to comment on his room, but you didn’t get the chance to because he grabbed you and pulled you into his chest, bringing his mouth to yours.

He kissed you, hard and passionately. You melted against him, smiling into the kiss. His hand moved down just a little to grab your breast, squeezing it as he pushed you backward, making you lay down on his bed before he got on top of you.

He held himself up above you with one hand, while the other explored your body. The material of your dress was thin enough that his body heat seeped through and you were already moaning and squirming under him.

You arched your back, pressing up against him and he groaned into your mouth before pulling away to look down at you. His stare was fiery, eyes darkening with lust. His voice was deeper than usual as he said, “Take this pretty dress off.”

You were breathless, trapped between his hard, strong body and the softest bed sheets. You were needy too, but you still sassed and said, “So you want me to do all the work for you?”

Bucky wasn’t expecting it so it took him a moment, but then he chuckled, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it. “Fine then. I’ll do it.” He sat back on his haunches, grabbed your dress at the neckline and tore the fabric in two, all the way down till you could wiggle your way out of it, giggling as you did. Then he was onto you again, kissing you even more ferociously.

His mouth slowly moved down your body. Kissing along your neck, kissing and biting your breasts, kissing down your stomach, your hips, your thighs. He purposely avoided where you needed him the most as he knelt in between your bare legs and stared at you laying on top of your now ruined dress. Something about it drove him insane.

“You okay, princess? You still want this?”

You lifted your upper body up onto your elbows and met his intense stare, burning with desire. “Yes,” You whispered.

Bucky held your stare as he trailed his lips up to your thigh then placed his hands on both your thighs and spread your legs further apart. “Fuck…” He swore, quietly under his breath as he gazed upon you. Your wetness slowly dripping out of you. “Do you know how desperately I’ve wanted to have you like this? Naked under me? Nice and open for me to taste?” He spoke and each warm breath of his made you whine and squirm even more as he held you there, open for him.

“Bucky, please… I need you.” You whispered, your voice breathy and desperate. You didn’t even bother hiding it.

He smirked, then quickly pressed his lips to your inner thigh, his mouth getting closer and closer to your core. You tipped your head back, sighing quietly as you felt his breath against your wet folds. Your body shivered and squirmed. You couldn’t help but slide your fingers into his soft, long hair.

Fuck, it was softer than you imagined. You were almost mad at him for it. How dare he roam around with soft hair like this? It was ridiculous.

“Damn you,” You muttered, and tugged harder on his hair as he brought his mouth over to your clit, sucking on it hard enough to make you cry out.

His tongue slipped past your folds and teased your entrance, occasionally flicking your clit. You tugged at his hair again and he growled against your skin in response. His tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit, parting your wet folds with ease.

“So fucking good…” Bucky whispered, more so to himself as he kept making you moan louder and louder just with his tongue. His broad shoulders parted your legs further apart as he leaned closer. His hands on your thighs, keeping your legs spread as far as they would go. He slowly brought a metal finger up to your clit, sliding it agonisingly slowly down your slit, parting your wet folds.

It drove you insane how he was still fully clothed while you were naked under him.

You shivered under his cold touch, then bit your lip to refrain from moaning too loudly. “Bucky…” You sighed, then gasped audibly as he slid a finger inside you, stroking your walls gently while he placed his mouth back on your clit.

“Does that feel good, angel?” He asked. And chuckled when you were only able to moan in response.

“Yes…” You whispered, breathless and wanting.

He hummed in satisfaction. His deep blue eyes watched you in awe and how you lost control under his touch, legs shaking as he teased your clit and finger-fucked your ever so gently.

You squirmed and moaned and gasped under his addictive touch. “Bucky…” you moaned out loud, your eyes closing and your head tilting back as you felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over you.

You came hard, all over his tongue, your walls clenching violently around his finger, your moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room. Your fingers scratched his scalp as you tugged harder on his hair as you came down from the high.

A giggle escaped your lips as Bucky left small kisses up your body as he hovered above you again. He stared deep into your eyes.

“I liked that.” You murmured, giddy with pleasure. You liked looking at the lipstick stains all over his cheek and neck from earlier.

Bucky smiled down at you. “I know you did.”

But that wasn’t enough now, was it? You wanted him so bad it hurt. “Please, Bucky… I want you.” You begged, reaching up to tuck a lock of his soft hair behind his ear.

Bucky’s smile was cocky as he said, “Whatever you want, princess.”

He pulled away only for a few moments, to take his clothes off. You sat up for this, watching him as he undressed. Gods… this man was a work of art. Bucky smirked as he put on a show for you.

“Oh hurry up.” You said, impatient.

Bucky chuckled, naked now as he climbed back into bed and kissed you again. You moaned into his mouth at the taste of you on his tongue still.

Bucky pulled away and you saw that he was about to open his mouth to speak again so you growled in frustration and need and said, “Oh damn you, fuck me already!”

Bucky chuckled at your little growl. He smirked before leaning down to kiss you again as he slowly slid his cock inside of you, groaning as he went, burying himself into you.

You felt his length stretching you, you gasped as he filled you up. Every thick inch of him sliding into your tight cunt. He pulled away to watch you again, and he held your stare as he reached down to grab your legs and wrapped them around his waist, then slowly leaned down to give you a messy kiss. “That’s it, baby. Take all of it.” He whispered against your lips.

You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he moved his hips the slightest bit.

“You look so good with my cock inside you, angel.” Bucky pulled away and watched you as you whined at the feeling of his cock slowly moving in and out of you.

You could feel your walls clenching around him as he sped up and pounded into you. You moaned, feeling all of him stretching you, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you to the point where the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of him moving against your body. Nothing else in the world mattered. Just him. His ocean blue eyes. His strong body moving on top of yours.

“Do I feel good inside you, angel?” He asked, pounding into you relentlessly, as he bent down to bite your lower lip and tug on it. “Tell me.”

“Fuck…” You moaned at how perfect his hard and muscular body felt against yours. “Yes, you do. Feels so fucking good.”

His long hair tickled your skin as he moved. Your legs trembled as you wrapped them tighter around his waist. His thrust was relentless and unbearably good. You closed your eyes as you felt the pressure around your lower body, tight and hot.

Bucky looked down at you as you clenched around his cock. He smirked, looking down to where his cock disappeared into you each time he thrust in.

“Look at that,” He whispered, “You were made for this. For me.” The possessiveness in his voice only made you clench around him again. “Are you going to come all over my cock, doll? Huh? Are you?”

You nodded, unable to say anything because of how good he felt sliding in and out of you. The familiar pressure formed at your core and you whined again when his fingers found your clit as he pounded into you mercilessly.

Bucky loved that look on your face as he teased your clit, utter bliss and pleasure.

“Come for me…” he whispered and that was all you needed to hear before you came undone all around him. Whimpering and back arching off the bed as you came hard around his cock.

He kept pounding into you as your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him violently. Your body trembling under his intense gaze. He watched you in awe, lips parted, breaths in rags, heart racing. That was when he realised he wanted more because this wasn’t enough.

“I want more,” He said, as he pulled out. His cock still achingly hard, as he flipped you around – your hips and ass up while your face was pressed against the soft bed. “Is that okay with you, baby?”

You were still catching your breath when his hand reached around and teased in between your legs, his fingers rubbed around your clit and made you tremble and moan. “Yes…” You moaned. “Yes, please.”

“Of course it is.” His body bent over yours, his warm chest pressing against your back as he kissed your shoulder and the back of your neck until his mouth reached your ear, “Of course you want more. It’s all you’ve been wanting, isn’t it?” He said softly, but you could hear the cockiness and untamed hunger in his deep, low voice. “All you wanted was some cock in you, huh?”

“Yes…”

He licked along your neck and said, “You’re gonna come for me again, you hear me?” He bit down on your shoulder and you let out a loud moan. He chuckled at the sound of it. “Fuck, I love that sound you make.”

You whimpered, “Please.” You murmured, voice laced with need and lust as he pulled away from your ear and kissed along your shoulders.

Then you felt his hands on you as he gripped each side of your hips then pushed into you from behind. Slow and deliberate strokes, until he fit inside you fully.

“Fuck, tight little thing, aren’t you?” He groaned and grunted as he filled you up entirely and moved in and out of you desperately trying to make you come for him again.

Your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you tightly, and your mind felt foggy, you moaned wantonly as he pounded into you, not easing into it this time.

He took you higher and higher. Your walls throbbed and clenched around him each time he filled you up.

With a few more strokes of his thick cock, you felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls violently. “Come for me again, doll.” He hissed, then moaned as you tightened around him – coming undone again.

He groaned and growled as he quickly pulled out and came all over your lower back as well, grunting and swearing under his breath. You whimpered as you felt his warm cum all over your skin.

“There, all nice and fucked.” He whispered into your ear, kissing your neck and shoulders. “Such a perfect little doll, aren’t you?”

—

Bucky’s hands didn’t leave you. Even after he cleaned you up nicely with a warm towel, he grabbed your naked body and pulled you under the covers.

You had no idea if the party was still on or not. You had no idea what time it was. But you knew Bucky wasn’t asleep yet, since he was still drawing imaginary shapes on your thigh, spooning you from behind. It felt nice and safe here, in his arms.

“I should go. You must have work early tomorrow morning.” You said, and waited for his reply.

His voice sounded sleepy and tired as he said, “Just sleep here. What kind of man would I be if I let you go home all by yourself after a night like this, huh? I’ll take you home in the morning, angel.” He said, and lazily kissed the back of your neck.

You smiled to yourself and burrowed deeper in his embrace.

—

You woke up to Bucky still cuddling you from behind, his metal fingers wrapped around your throat possessively. You giggled at the thought. As if he kept you in a chokehold so that you wouldn’t run off in the middle of the night.

“What’s so funny?”

You heard his sassy, sleepy voice ask. And you immediately hid your face under the covers, just a little shy now that the manic confidence from the night before had worn off.

Bucky laughed, grabbed you and turned you so you could face him. But still, you hid your face into his chest and refused to look up at him. Fuck, his scent and warmth were delicious. There was no other way to explain it.

“You slept well?” The deep rumble in his voice was making it hard for you to think straight.

So you just nodded into his chest. Bucky laughed.

“What?” He teased, “Not so bold anymore?”

Your words came out muffled as you whined, “Please stop.”

“Hey, hey look at me.” Bucky grabbed and pulled the covers down and forced you to look at him. “Are you okay?” He asked, traced a finger down your cheek. “Did you have fun?”

Fuck. If Bucky was gorgeous the night before, he was straight up godly in the morning. Soft, messy hair. Thicker beard. Soft, warm skin. Just looking at him made your face feel hot. You gave him a shy smile and nodded again. Then asked, “Did you?”

He leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead. “Yes, princess. I did.”

You almost purred at the nickname. It warmed your entire being just hearing it. “So… can we do this again then?” You asked, hopeful.

Bucky laughed. “Ah fuck,” He sighed and pulled you into his chest again, “I knew you were gonna be trouble.” He mumbled, his tone gentle and playful. “Yes angel, we can.” He answered, lips brushing against your bare shoulder.

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i need to take care of overwhelmed and stressed out bucky. wanna ride him on the couch while he’s whining and holding my hips down to his. NEED IT

he'd be so vocal too poor baby...

"please baby, please fuck me..." he'd murmur, voice barely above a whisper.

his last mission was hell. and now that he's back, he has so much paperwork to deal with, so many calls to make and to answer, so many cuts and bruises to tend to... his body is sore

but fuck he needs this, he needs you. And you're so soft, and warm, and wet... moving up and down his cock until he's a mumbling, whimpering mess under you, talking utter nonsense, hissing each time his poor, sore muscles do any work.

fuck, he can barely do anything so he's just holding on to you, desperate and needy, letting you ride him so perfectly he feels like he could just come undone at any moment-

"baby, feels so good..."

"yeah?" you coo in his ear, "is this what you needed? hmm? all those lonely nights you spent away from me, is this all you dreamt about while you touched yourself?"

"i...i didn't, couldn't do it." bucky gasps, throwing his head back and letting out a groan. "nothing feels as good as this pussy."

"it's all yours, buck." you remind him, "i'm all yours"

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e’s reading corner ❀࿐

i’ve been reading a lot more these last few months, and i wanted to compile all my favorites in one post! please enjoy!

all works are 18+ minors please do not interact! you are responsible for your media consumption! — fic range from soft smut to dark smut to some fluff.

it’s kind of a funny story — @witchywithwhiskey

like no other man — @/witchywithwhiskey

too big — @thyme-in-a-bubble

the black sheep — @/thyme-in-a-bubble

out of trouble — @notreallythatlost

close to him — @/notreallythatlost

sharp enough to ruin you — @societyfolklore

its what i’m here for — @/societyfolklore

knock you down a peg or two — @navybrat817

sweet like honey — @/navybray817

me and mrs barnes — @/navybray817

kneel for me — @/navybrat817 (can you tell i love navy haha)

cockworship — @buckysslut

collaring — @/buckysslut

lacy — @flowersforbucky

sexy men wear all black — @buckybarnesslutshop

bucky fucking innocent!reader — @bcksgirl

mad at bucky while he eats you out — @/bcksgirl

bucky with a breeding kink — @barnessangel

slow morning sex with bucky — @/barnessangel

giving bucky a blowjob — @/barnessangel

bucky barnes and pro boneing — @little-miss-dilf-lover

special girl — @kinanabinks

the penthouse — @/kinanabinks

needy and sad while pregnant — @buckyalpine

fingerprints — @mind-empty-just-fictional-people

mall day — @mugglebornmarvelite

curiosity killed the cat— @queers-gambit

in your arms — @jobean12-blog

lost in the dark / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4 / pt 5 — @tuiccim

taste of you — @mandoalorian

itty bitty sundress — @bckyslover

shy little tease — @/bckyslover

riding bucky — @sunday-bug

you said what? — @ilovolderman

trigger point — @buckybarnesluvr

kraken-merfolk adventures — @buckybarnesclubhouse

40’s frat bucky — @treatbuckywkisses

dark desire and tainted bliss — @sinner-as-saint

you take the dark and carve me out a home — @/sinner-as-saint

private show — @whambamsami

toxic — @ellemj

pussyslapping — @homiesexuallaj

desire — @giorno-plays-piano

just what you needed — @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

a door away — @lanabuckybarnes

pinned down — @lolab4t

the soldier and his mission — @magical-reid

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dark desire and tainted bliss

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Hiring you as his assistant was the best and the worst thing Bucky had done. He knew he shouldn’t be doing the things he was doing. He knew he shouldn’t have offered you to just live in the tower because it’s easier. He knows that this obsession of his will only breed problems. But the heart wants what it wants. And what Bucky wants, he gets.

Themes: stalker!bucky, dom!bucky, explicit language, smut, mild daddy kink (nicknames only)

“Show me her room.”

He ordered the AI upon entering his own room. Nothing happened in this tower without Bucky knowing about it. Which meant that he had access to everything, every floor, every room. He didn’t have eyes in any of the bedrooms, except for one. Yours.

He never did anything wrong, Bucky reasoned with himself, he just liked to know that you were on your floor, in your room safe and sound. Sometimes he liked to just sit back and watch you work as you replied to emails and calls from your bed. Sometimes he liked to just watch you read. Or watched as you video called your friends, or as you scrolled on your phone and shopped for useless things.

It calmed him down, and he only watched for a few minutes at a time. Just a few minutes wasn’t a crime, right?

Bucky walked over to his desk, placing a palm down on the table, he leaned over and stared at the screen of his computer which displayed the live feed from the hidden camera in your bedroom. Yeah, he knew he should’ve never placed that camera there. He knew it was wrong. But he just wanted to see you all the time. And yes you were almost always around him and the team during the day, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more.

So he watched. His eyes fixed on the screen as he watched you walk around your spacious room. How you disappeared into the bathroom and he knew you would only step out about half an hour later. So he walked away from his desk, hoping into the shower as well.

It was Friday, so lazy night in for you. You never went out on Fridays, you preferred to stay in and read or watch movies. Bucky knew that.

When he stepped out of the shower, he walked over to his desk again. And saw you disappearing into your walk-in closet.

He let out a sigh. If only he could just be there with you. It would make things so much easier, wouldn’t it? You wouldn’t even have to pay him any extra attention, he just wanted to be in the same room as you. He just wanted–

Bucky’s brain stopped functioning all together when you stepped out of the closet. His heart skipped a beat when he realised that you were wearing something really familiar.

His hoodie. Which he hasn’t seen in about a week or so. Bucky frowned, wondering how that could have happened… Maybe laundry got mixed up? But then, why would you still keep it? You must know it was his, you’d seen him working out or going out for runs in it multiple times, right? So why would you still wear it…?

You looked perfect in it too. Hood on and everything. So perfect all he wanted to do was gather you in his arms and savour your warmth. And it was all nice and sweet, Bucky felt all warm inside as he watched you walk around your room, in his hoodie, watering your little plants and tidying up as you went. He should step away now. He thought. He should stop watching. He should.

But he didn’t. He sat down eventually at his desk and watched. Like it was the most entertaining thing to watch you live your life.

And oh was he in for a surprise…

Around your regular bedtime, you slid into bed as usual. And fussed around with the pillows for a few minutes until it felt just right. Bucky smiled as he watched you create your little cosy nest before sliding in there. You left the soft night light on which he liked because… well, it would be hard to see you in pitch darkness.

Anyway, he watched you toss and turn until you lay completely still for a moment. Bucky frowned when he watched you reach for your phone again. You clicked a couple of times and out of nowhere, Bucky could hear soft feminine moans coming from your phone.

His jaw dropped. He’d been watching you for quite a while now and he’d never seen you watch porn. He always just assumed you got your fix from those smutty books you liked. So this was… new. And it tormented him. Because if he was there with you, you wouldn’t need porn, would you?

And he could hear the video loud and clear too. He could make out some words amidst all the moaning and skin slapping. Daddy… bunny… good girl…

Still, he watched. He watched as your hands slid in between your legs. You were under the covers so he couldn’t see much except for the look on your face and the soft movement of your hand under the covers. Fuck… his own hand drifted downward until he had his fingers wrapped around his cock. Stroking it gently. Soft strokes, matching the pace of your wrist.

Bucky watched as your face contorted in pleasure, as your lips parted when you began breathing deeper, how your hips moved along with your wrist, and fuck… he was dying. This was pure torture. His brain stopped working because all he could register was you touching yourself in your cosy, comfortable bed, while wearing his hoodie–

Bucky stopped and stood up. His hoodie, huh? The devious plan formed in his head before his rational part could stop it. It was his hoodie, he should probably go get it back, right?

He was at your door, knocking on it before he could talk himself out of it. What? He was here for his favourite hoodie. He had every right to get it back.

And he had to hide his smirk when you opened the door, looking all disheveled. Panting and eyes wild as you stood there at your bedroom door, wearing nothing but his hoodie. Bucky discretely checked out your legs, but maintained his composure. He didn’t let it show how much he wanted those wrapped around his neck–

“Sergeant Barnes,” Your breathless voice was driving him insane. “What, uh, what can I do for you?”

You never stumbled upon your words. So this was new to him too. He made you nervous and he liked it.

“Hey,” He said, sounding just like he always did. For now, he was able to keep the hungry animal in him caged. Not for long though, not when you looked at him like that. “I think our laundry got mixed up. I was,” He made a show of letting his eyes look down at the hoodie you were wearing, “looking for that actually.” He pointed at the hoodie.

He held back another smirk as he watched you search for an excuse.

“Oh? Oh I didn’t realise… um, you want it back right now? Or…?” You couldn’t even act dumb. You were a smart girl. Of course you realised what you were wearing wasn’t yours. “I could–,”

Poor baby. Bucky couldn’t pretend any longer, so he cut you off by stepping into your room and shutting the door behind him. He leaned against the closed door and gave you a look that had you stammering again.

“Oh come on,” He spoke softly, loving the surprised look on your face. It turned him on actually, seeing you so flustered. “We both know you’re smarter than this. And we both know what you were doing just now before I knocked on your door.”

You gasped, frozen for a moment. “What?”

Bucky quickly added, “Super soldier hearing, remember?”

You tried to hide your face by lowering it, but Bucky grabbed you by the chin and tilted your face up before you could hide.

“So? Touching yourself while wearing my hoodie?” He chuckled, the power he had in the moment getting to his head. “I think it’s kinda mean how you didn’t even offer to let me watch…” He paused before adding, lowering his voice even more, “Huh, little bunny?”

The look on your face was priceless. It only made his smirk grow wider.

“Bucky–,”

He cut you off quickly, “No, no. It’s daddy.”

–

Well, shit.

How did you find yourself in this situation? Yes of course you’d known it was his hoodie. And yes it had accidentally made its way to your room. But it was so soft when you grabbed it earlier. It smelled clean, like laundry detergent and something so manly that you couldn’t resist. So you put it on.

And having the fabric rub all over your naked body underneath, plus thoughts of the hoodie’s very handsome owner, didn’t help at all. It felt like you were in a dream, because Bucky was here. And shirtless. He was actually here and he’d heard you masturbating?

“I’m sorry, I–,”

“Shh,” He cut you off again. “I didn’t say you had to apologise.” He pulled you closer, your body pressing against his bare chest. “Did I, bunny?”

You shook your head immediately. “No.” You whispered quietly. Something in the tone of his voice made you want to rub your face all over his chest and neck and purr like a kitten. What?

“No, what?” He demanded.

You hesitated, but still mumbled a quiet, “No, daddy.”

“Good girl.” He said, smirking. “Now, let’s take care of you, yeah?”

Next thing you knew, you were being pushed down on your bed. Right on top of the pile of pillows you liked to sleep with. He pinned you down by your throat while he stared down into your eyes. His metal fingers cold against your skin.

His eyes wild and ocean blue. “Pull it up, don’t take it all the way off.” He ordered, referring to his hoodie. “Just pull it up. Let me see those pretty tits.”

You did. Tucking the bunched up material under your chin as you let him see your bare chest.

“So pretty.” He murmured, his warm fingers reaching out to tease a nipple. “Why’d you always keep them hidden from me, hmm?” He pinched a nipple, tugging on it. “I wanna see them often, you hear me, bunny? You’ll show daddy your pretty tits every day from now on, won’t you?”

You could hear your heartbeats echoing in your ears. “Yes, daddy.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Bucky held your stare as he pulled away to lower his sweatpants. His hand was back around your throat as he parted your legs and pushed his cock into you without wasting a second, stretching you out. “Got yourself nice and wet right before I got here, huh bunny?” He taunted. “That’s why I’m able to just fucking slide in like you were made for it.”

Your soft whimpers only fueled his desire to fuck you hard and fast, but he waited.

“Does daddy’s cock feel better than your fingers, bunny?” He questioned, knowing damn well you weren’t in a headspace to answer him given his hand was around your throat and his cock buried so deep inside of you that he wondered if you could even think straight.

“That wasn’t very nice of you, little bunny. Stealing my hoodie, and touching yourself while wearing it. And you wouldn’t even tell me about it, would you? You would’ve just showed up to work tomorrow and pretend nothing happened, huh?” He taunted through gritted teeth. Leaning over your squirming body he said, “From now on, I want you to tell me, okay? I want you to tell me each time you touch yourself. You hear me, bunny?”

You nodded quickly.

“Good.” He kissed your nose, “I’m gonna fuck you now, is that okay?”

You whined in need, then nodded again.

Bucky smirked as he dug his knees into the mattress before fucking into you hard and fast.

There was nothing gentle about him. He tightened his grip around your throat as he sped up into you, growling right in your ear, “You feel so fucking good, bunny.” He chuckled, “Look at you, all nice and open for me. You didn’t even put up a fight. You don’t even care your boss is fucking you, do you? Hmm? All you care about is getting fucked by daddy’s cock, huh?”

You were a moaning mess under him. “Yes… please.” It was all too overwhelmingly good, his voice, his weight on top of you, his cock thrusting in and out of you like that was its only purpose…

You whimpered desperately as Bucky moaned right in your ear, the sound of his moan making your heart flutter.

He sped up into you, mumbling, “You’re daddy’s little bunny, aren’t you? Say it. Tell me you’re mine.” He whispered in your ear, in a daze as he pounded into you. “Say it.”

You cried out, “I’m all yours…”

“Good bunny.” He released your throat and placed his hand on your abdomen, pressing down on your front so he can feel himself inside you with each thrust. He stared into your eyes while he sped up into you again. “You’re all mine. And this is where I’ll be every fucking night from now on, you hear me? I want you in bed, with your legs fucking spread just like this for me each time I walk in here.”

You nodded, holding his stare.

He shook his head, “No, no, no. Say it. Say ‘yes daddy, I understand’, come on bunny, say it.”

“Yes daddy, I understand.”

“Good fucking girl.” He moaned as he fucked deeper into you.

Your body squirmed under him, your back arching off the bed, you were burning with need and your body craved him even more.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, swallowing all your moans as he came inside of you. You felt his warm load shooting at your walls as he shoved his tongue past your lips. You cried out as that triggered your orgasm, and your walls clenched violently around him until you came undone as well.

Your brain was a foggy mess at this point.

“Not done with you,” He mumbled.

He flipped you around and pulled you onto your hands and knees and pushed into you again from behind. The pile of pillows keeping you in place for him. You moaned out loud, unable to hold back as you surrendered to him completely.

“Fuck, bunny,” He growled. “You’re so warm… such a pretty girl. I need some more, okay?”

Bucky gripped your hips and slid inside you again.

“Fuck…” He hissed, pounding in and out of you incessantly. You whimpered as both his hands gripped your waist, pulling you into him harshly each time, speeding up until you were a moaning mess again, barely having recovered from the previous round. “All of you is fucking perfect, huh?”

Your voice was strained and hoarse as you moaned and whimpered under him, coming undone again in no time.

Bucky chuckled in a cocky way as he came inside you again. “You come so fast, bunny.” He commented, “What is it? Daddy’s cock too much for you? Hmm? Are you so sensitive?” He pulled his cock out of you and just stared. His cum leaking out of you while you closed your eyes and panted under him, catching your breath.

And you, still in his hoodie. Oh, he loved what he was seeing.

He slipped his fingers back into you and loved the sound you made as he fingered his cum into you again, making you arch your back and whine in pleasure, “Please…” you whined, “Please, daddy… it’s so–,”

“What?” He barked, shoving his fingers deeper. “You don’t tell me how to play with you, bunny. You hear me? I’ll make you come again if I want to.”

You whimpered, “I can’t… please.”

Bucky scoffed. “Fine.” He pulled his fingers away and pulled you up, leaning in to kiss the side of your face, he said, “This stays between us, okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.” Obviously, you weren’t gonna tell anyone.

“Now, time for bed. And keep the hoodie.” He kissed your cheek again. “You earned it, bunny.”

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