#asks answered <3
becca-e-barnes · 8 months
do you have any pornstar dbf!bucky thots👀
The Video
I've had this thought in my head all damn day and I just needed to write it. I'll link this piece on both my Dad's Best Friend!Bucky master list and the Pornstar!Bucky master list because I don't want to choose.
Consider this the piece I wrote to celebrate my birthday today 💗 here’s to 23 with you lovely folks! 🥂
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Pairing: Pornstar! Dad's Best Friend!Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3K
Summary: You find out what your father’s best friend does for work.
Warnings: Age gap (reader is in her mid 20’s, Bucky is in his late 40’s), vaginal fingering, masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, praise kink, mentions of rough pornography, dirty talk, pet names, degradation
Minors, do not interact
Avoiding Bucky had never been your plan, purely because it would’ve been a fucking stupid one.  Realistically, it wouldn’t have been easy to avoid someone who probably spent more time at your house than they did their own.  When he wasn’t at ‘work’, your father’s friend seemed to spend his time at your house, mowing the lawn or polishing your mom’s car or watching some pointless sports game with your dad.
You’d never really questioned what Bucky got up to for work.  You imagined growing up that he must’ve practiced a trade since he was always the one your father called to fix the kitchen sink when it sprung a leak or tinker with the garage door when it became difficult to pull down.
Now that you were fully clued in however, it all made painful sense why Bucky had been so evasive when you had come right out and asked him what he did for work the year before you graduated from college.
“What do you think I do, sweetheart?”  He had asked with a smirk tugging at the corners of his soft, pink lips.
“I have no idea, Buck!  You seem to have as much free time as you like, I just don’t understand how you pay the bills.”  You had mused, sitting in your own garage on a work bench, swinging your legs in front of you, secretly hoping that Bucky would notice just how cute and tiny those shorts you were wearing are.  Unfortunately for you, he didn’t look up from under the bonnet of your dad’s jeep.
“I guess you could say I’m self-employed, angel.  I pick and choose the jobs I want.  I have plenty of offers.”  He tried to keep it as non-descript as possible, dodging the question rather than lying about it.
“I bet you do, you seem good with your hands.”  He could tell by the genuine innocence in your voice that you truly had no idea.  You weren’t leading him to answer one way or another.
He huffed out a laugh as he grabbed the rag beside him, wiping the oil from his hands, muddying the white cloth with the dark residue.  “Oh sweetheart, you have no idea.”
It all made perfect sense now though, scrolling through picture after picture on your phone.  Every drag of your fingertip brought a fresh wave of video thumbnails, each somehow more obscene than the last.  The titles certainly weren’t much better.  
Pictures of beautiful young women flooded your screen.  Some had their makeup thoroughly ruined, mascara tracked down their cheeks and a fucked-out look in their eyes.  Some were on their knees, their hair grabbed into a rough ponytail while they rested the tip of a cock on their tongue.  Some were bent over, evidently ‘trapped’ under their bed with their ass in the air. 
Curiosity got the better of you, after ignoring a warning from your brain that this might be an invasion of Bucky’s privacy.  It was all posted on the internet after all, it’s not like he could keep it a secret forever.  
One video caught your eye, titled ‘James Barnes fucks tight brunette, HUGE cumshot’.  The crude objectification made you wince a little but the short snippet of video that the thumbnail provided you with seemed a little bit gentler than the rest.
Skipping the first few minutes helped you feel like you weren’t too invested.  This was research.  Plain and simple nosiness.  You had no intention of watching this for any purpose other than to see whether Bucky Barnes had perfected his craft or not.
“Shit, that’s it.  So fuckin’ pretty like this.”  The voice from your phone was familiar but so much lower than you’d ever heard it before; so deep, you could only have described it as a growl.
The girl whimpered, almost pathetically.  You couldn’t blame her.  Bucky wasn’t small by any stretch of the imagination and judging by the reaction of the woman he was buried inside, he managed to hit all the spots he needed to.
You’d heard fake moans before.  Hell, you’d made plenty of them yourself.  Enough to know that the woman you were watching wasn’t orchestrating hers for the benefit of the camera.  No, those were real.  Right down to the trembling thighs either side of Bucky’s narrow hips.
“You have no idea how perfect you feel.  Tight and wet and warm.  You take me so fuckin’ well.”  You watched as he slid inside her, painfully slowly.  Admittedly, her body did take him well, letting him sink in until he had nothing left to give.  This poor woman was already looking somewhat blissed out, begging him to fuck her but that’s when you skipped forward to about a minute before the end.  That same woman was now clawing at his muscular back, whimpering and sobbing delightfully while Bucky pounded into her.  He wasn’t holding back in the slightest, letting the same filth tumble from his lips.
“Oh baby, you sound like you can’t take any more.  Are you done?”  He was so condescending, it made your gut tighten with lust, a dull throb settling between your legs but the woman only shook her head.
“Good girl.  God, ’m so close.  You’ll never get enough, will you?  Just a needy fucking slut for me.  Gonna have you all cock obsessed.  Bet you’ll think of me every time you touch that pretty pussy of yours from now on.  You’ll be begging to see me again.”  Bucky sounded wrecked, finishing his sentence with a drawn out, low groan.  Within a couple of seconds, he had pulled out, splashing his seed all over the woman’s tummy, pearlescent spend rolling down her sides and onto the sheets while some pooled on her heaving chest.
Over the next few days, you tried desperately to get what you had seen out of your head.  You tried hard, you really did.  Perhaps it didn’t help that late at night, you found yourself going back to watch more.  Perhaps it also didn’t help that you found your hand drifting under your panties as you watched, taking care of that familiar throb that seemed to turn into an ache when you watched for too long without touching yourself.
Dodging Bucky was simple enough but you knew you couldn’t keep it up forever.  Hiding in your room couldn’t become a hobby just because you found out your father’s best friend, the older man you had been so innocently crushing on, was a porn star.
The first time you bumped into him though, it was game over.  He could tell just from the way you looked at him that something was up, or rather, the way you couldn’t look at him.
“Everything okay, sweetheart?”  He asked, watching you make yourself look busy in the cereal cupboard late one afternoon after he had walked into your kitchen.  You saw him coming and very obviously tried find any excuse that meant you wouldn’t have to talk to him.
“I’m fine, looking for cereal.”  You replied, your head almost buried in the cupboard.
“Well, I hope you find it.  If you can’t see it from there, you’ve got a problem.  I bet your nose is practically touching the box, you’re so deep in there.”  He sounded too damn amused and it only made you more embarrassed.  This really was the last thing you needed.  “Why are you avoiding me, honey?”
There it was.  You were called out.
“I’m not!”  You tried to sound sincere but you weren’t awfully successful; you knew even as you were saying the words that it wasn’t going to fly.
“Mhm, and the fact you saw me coming has nothing to do with how you’re buried shoulder deep in the cereal cupboard?  Don’t think I’m stupid.  I know you’re avoiding me.”  In hindsight, you maybe could’ve handled that a little bit better but now here you were, pulling yourself back out and forcing some painfully awkward eye contact.
“I’ve seen the videos.”  You mumbled, looking away and making yourself busy with your nails.
“Okay.”  He dragged the word out a little, slowing it down and only adding to it’s gravity.  “And?  You’re an adult.  You know what porn is.  Things don’t need to be weird but if you’re uncomfortable having me around, I can leave you alone.”
“No, you don’t have to, I don’t have a problem with it.  It’s all just very… Rough?”  You weren’t really sure this was a conversation you wanted to be having, shame burning in the pit of your stomach because clearly you’d just admitted to watching more than a video or two.
He paused for a second, nodding his head, the couple of light grey hairs at the crown of his head glinting in the light.  “You’re right, sweetheart.  It's a little rough at times.  That’s not my preference, that’s the script I’m given.”
That made sense and somehow settled you just a little.  “So you just stick to the script?”  You quiz, holding eye contact with him again for a few seconds before it got too intense.
“For the most part.  It doesn’t tell me what to say, that’s all up to me.  It just gives me direction.  It’s a running order of the scenes we’ve agreed to shoot.  Most of those videos certainly aren’t a representation of how I would want to fuck if I got the choice.”  His lips were curled in a soft smile, watching you lap this all up.
“A-and how would you want to fuck if you got to choose?”  You couldn’t quite believe you’d said it but apparently you did because the question hung in the air longer than you might have wanted it to.
“Well sweetheart, that depends.  I’d treat a pretty little thing like you a bit differently.  I’d have to be slow with you.  Really ease you into it.  I bet I’d have to spend a lot of time working you up to take me.  I think I’d start by giving you my tongue until I can slip a finger into you.  Then a second finger.  Maybe a third if I think you can manage it.”  He could see the effect this was having on you.  You’d wanted to imagine it while you’d watched his videos but you couldn’t bring yourself to fall into the fantasy.  Now he was dragging you into it.
“Then I’d put you on your hands and knees.  I’d tell you to rub yourself while I press inside you, so slow you’ll be begging me to give you all of me.  And when you’re at that point, ruined and desperate for more, I’ll fuck you nice and slow.  I’ll have you just as addicted as those other girls but with a kinder pleasure.  I’d tell you how beautiful you are and how badly I’ve wanted to kiss every inch of your skin I can.  I’d tell you how gorgeous you look when you cum and how it’s better than I ever imagined.”
God, this was something close to a dream come true.  “I-I’d like that.  That sounds… Nice.”  Words were really failing you, hoping this was a genuine offer and not just some hypothetical situation that would never play out.
“It does sound nice.”  Bucky huffed out a laugh.  “It sounds real fucking nice.  I shouldn’t want my best friend’s daughter cumming around me.  I know I shouldn’t.  I know I think about it far too often but nothing gets me off the way you do.”
Your breath caught in your throat, an embarrassing arousal throbbing its way around your body, settling in the pit of your stomach.  Heat blossomed in your chest, hoping beyond hope that this wasn’t some sick joke.  
“I want that.  But I don’t want you to be too gentle.  I want you to fuck me the way you want to fuck.  Not what you think I need.”  Your confidence almost caught him off guard and he didn’t expect to find it as sexy as he did.
“God, you’re a tease.”  He muttered under his breath, crossing the short space between you both to crash your lips against his.  You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the difference in size almost making you shudder because you’d never felt this small against a partner.
His lips were soft, his hands wandering seemingly everywhere at once and it was so much to take in.  Fuck, it was perfect.  Intense and hungry but not overwhelming.
“Bed, Buck.”  You pant between fervent kisses before he’s grabbed you by the back of the thighs, helping you wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you to your room. 
You both had your clothes stripped off in a frenzy, not giving much thought to anything other than the way your lips slotted together.  Your bottom lip felt perfectly at home between his teeth, the slight pain of his bite only making you moan.
“You’re such a good girl.”  He whispers, tugging your panties off and groaning when he realises how slick they are already.  “Fuck, I should’ve known how bad you’d need this.  It’s always the ones you least expect.”
His breath feels so hot on your neck, littering the skin with kisses and gentle nibbles, panting tiny groans against you while his fingers slide over your core.
You’re wet and messy, aching with a need you didn’t know you were capable of.  “Oh sweetheart, I could slip right into you.  You’re soaking wet for me.  God, you’re a dream.”
“Buck, please.  I want your tongue later.  P-please just fuck me first.”  You could hardly manage a conhesive thought with the way his fingertips played with your body ever so gently, alternating between rubbing little circles on your clit and teasing your hole with the tips of two fingers, pressing them in just to the first knuckle.
“This is wrong, sweetheart.  So fucking wrong.  I shouldn’t get this fuckin’ excited hearing you beg for my dick but it’s all I’ve wanted for months.”  His voice is just as low as you heard in those videos, dripping with arousal.
“The only thing ‘wrong’ here is the fact you’re not inside me yet.”  You giggle quietly, rolling over and presenting your ass to him, exactly how he had described earlier.  
Whatever self-control he had was gone.  Long gone.  The sight of you offering your slick, hot core was more than enough to ruin him but the way you watched him over your shoulder with an excited smile almost had him trembling with need.
“This is wrong.”  He whispered, lining the tip of his dick up with your entrance, grunting at the feeling of the wet heat.
“So wrong.”  You repeated quietly.  “S-so fucking wrong.  We shouldn’t be doing this.”  You were breathless already, pressing yourself back until his tip had just slipped inside you.  “We shouldn’t need this as badly as we do.”
Bucky’s groan was beautiful, watching as you shifted yourself back to allow the rest of his length to slide slowly into you.
“You know damn well what you’re doing to me.”  He sighed, looking away from the sight of his thick length gliding home.  “Play with yourself.  I won’t last long this time sweetheart but trust me, I’ve got all night with you.”  
You’d never seen him this wrecked so early on in any of his videos so you did as you were told, letting two fingers circle your clit the way you often did when you watched him slide into those other women.  
You heard him take a deep breath, pulling back out as far as possible without slipping out before pressing back in again, dragging a soft groan from both of you.  This was everything you’d both longed for and more.
His huge hands squeezed the cheeks of your ass, admiring the how soft and plush it felt under his touch, dragging himself back out only to press back in, earning another groan.
You could’ve taken this forever, enjoying the way his tip nudged that delicate spot inside you while your fingers worked exactly how you like them to.  This was bliss in its truest form.  This was the passion you had craved, the gentle touches and soft praises but accompanied by an all-consuming pleasure.
“Faster Bucky, please.”  You whined and hell, you looked like a goddess, fallen forward onto the bed, so consumed by sensations that you wanted to have no control over and he could recognise that so clearly.
“Tell me you need me.”  He panted, speeding up his thrusts, letting each one land beautifully before forcing himself momentarily from the heat of your body once more.
“Oh God, I need you.  I need you, Bucky.  I need you to fuck me faster.  Fuck me harder.  It feels so good.  I’m gonna cum for you, I just need more.”  You couldn’t help but sob, drowning in the litany of groans and curses falling from the older man lips.
Your fingers worked faster, in time with the thrusts you were receiving until it all come crumbling down around you.  The knot in your tummy tightened unbearably, your heart pounding as the sensation took over entirely.  It was a perfect release, your body clenching and tightening rhythmically while you sobbed the ecstasy into the pillow under your head.
“Oh good girl, that’s it.  Cum nice ‘n hard.  O-oh God.”  You vaguely registered Bucky coaching you through your orgasm before reaching his own but unlike any of his videos, he didn’t pull out.  He stayed buried inside you, pressed as deep as he could go.  You felt the weight of his seed inside you, the position allowing it to drip deeper, pooling at your cervix and the thought alone made you shudder.
“My God, that was…. Wow.”  He laughed, kissing down your spine before pulling out and flopping onto the bed beside you.  
“Yeah… Wow.”  You giggled, kissing his cheek and curling up against him, not really worried that you were both a little sweaty.  
“I meant it though.  I’ll be gentle with you later.  I’ll take my time with you.  I just needed that.”  He kissed your forehead, running a hand down your back and damn, he certainly wouldn’t hear you complaining.
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lovewithasideoffries · 8 months
a fluff with jamie + cats
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You stared down at the furry creature sprawled across your lap in awe. You had always wanted a cat and it seemed Jamie had been ready to deliver for this year’s anniversary. Your hand slowly lifted to stroke the cat’s black fluffy head, scratching lightly behind his ears. 
“So…” Jamie prompted nervously, “Do you like him?”
“What do you think?” You looked up at him with a bright smile on your face. “Thank you, Jamie. I love you so, so much. More than words could ever describe.” 
“You’re welcome Y/n. And I love you too.” He wears a happy smile mirroring yours, and scoots himself toward you. “ But we have to establish some rules now that I’m sure you want to keep him,” he says seriously. 
You look at him in confusion. “Rules?”
“Well, rule, technically. There’s only one.”
“And what might that be?”
“You can’t love the cat more than you love me,” he states.
“Oh, babe,” you threw your head back in laughter. “The love I hold for this guy could never compare to the love I hold for you.”
“Really?” he leans down to kiss you but you dodge him, ducking out of the way with the cat in your arms.
“Nope! The cat’s better, end of discussion.” 
“You don’t even know the cat’s name!” he protests.
“Of course I do,” you respond.
“Oh yeah? What is it?”
“Soy… bean?” you trail off, having said the first thing that came to mind.
“Really? I get you a cat and you name him soy bean?”
“Maybe…” you say, scurrying off with your newly named cat.
“Y/n! Get back here!”
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I have a request about Tony stark where he get nightmares about past Thanos and snapping to save the world then being dead. Peter decided to get him a service dog and they found a shy and scared pup that was originally abused by its owner. They adopt it and treat as like their baby
AN: Hey there. I really liked this idea and it gelled well with another request I received on a similar theme, so I have combined them together. Enjoy!
Puppy Love
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Not beta'd. Mood board by me. Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Pairing: Tony Stark x Peter Parker (aged up) (set in my Place on Earth Universe)
Word Count: 2.2k
CW: Nightmares, mentions of Anxiety, PTSD, medication and therapy, brief mentions of Daddy kink and dumbification, smidge of Angst, lots of Fluff, Tony talking to doggies using 'the voice'.
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Screams and shouts echoed loudly in the smoke-filled air. Bullets flew and unknown energy weapons fired. There were flames everywhere as he spat out a mouthful of dirt. He could vaguely hear a voice shouting in premature triumph, but muffled as though he were underwater
“I am inevitable.”
He swallowed and raised his head.
“And I am Iron Man.”
He snapped his fingers and screamed. Pain, the most horrific pain imaginable, shot up his right arm. He felt it arching across his chest, across his damaged heart. His eyes blurred and everything went dark…….
Tony sat bolt upright in bed, sweat beading his brow and soaking his t-shirt. His mouth moved up and down, gaping like a fish. A small, soft hand grasped his, squeezing gently, its twin rubbing up and down his back.
“Shhh, shhh. It’s okay, honey, it’s okay. You’re awake now, you’re safe…”
Tony turned his head into Peter’s chest, a sob falling from his lips and he allowed himself to cry and be comforted in the arms of the man he loved.
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“I can’t keep going like this, baby.”
Tony sat at the breakfast bar in the penthouse, as Peter bustled around, making breakfast. The younger man pulled some toast from the grill and half threw it onto plates, blowing on his fingers.
“What do you mean, honey?”
“The nightmare’s Peter. I thought that they’d be going away by now. My therapist says that I’ve been doing really well. But every night, when I close my eyes….”
His hands tightened into fists and he could feel the bite of his nails on his palms. Peter looked up at him, immediately abandoning breakfast to run round to where Tony was sitting, and wrapped his arms around the man that he loved.
“We’ll get through it, okay? We’ll find a way. You’re a good man and I love you so much.”
“I know you do, bambino. And I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Tony tipped up Peter’s chin with his finger tip and pressed a chaste kiss to his soft lips. They cuddled for another few minutes before Peter detached himself, and returned to making breakfast.
He was more worried about Tony than he let on. The older man wasn’t sleeping well, and was getting more withdrawn by the day. Peter wracked his brain for ways to help, but psychology wasn’t his strong suit. In lieu of anything else, he decided that getting out for a walk would be a good idea. Exercise and fresh air never failed to help.
After they’d eaten, Peter urged Tony into some clothes suitable for walking. They’d only be going to Central Park due to being in Manhattan this week, as opposed to the cabin upstate, but anything was better than nothing.
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The air outside had a chill to it, but the autumn sun still shone brightly. They walked along the paths, hand in hand, leaves crunching under their feet. There were kids on bicycles and skateboards, shouting for their parents to watch them as they wobbled and weaved. Dogs barked and chased balls, and it made Tony smile to see all the happiness of life around him, even if he couldn’t feel it fully himself.
“You ever think about one of those?”
“Huh?” Tony turned to look at Peter, puzzled. “One of what?”
Peter pointed towards the children.
“One of those, a kid.”
Tony’s smile was sly.
“You getting broody, baby boy?”
Peter shrugged his shoulders.
“I’d like to be a dad, one day. But not right now. I want to enjoy us. Enjoy being able to indulge myself with you whenever I want.”
Tony stopped walking and tugged Peter to him, wrapping his arms around his slim waist. Peter’s arms slid up to wrap around Tony’s neck, fingers playing with his slightly shaggy salt and pepper hair.
“That would be weird though, Pete, referring to you as ‘Daddy’...”
They chuckled to each other.
“Well, I don’t want our kid to refer to you as ‘Daddy’, that would be…disturbing. You’d be Papa.”
“Hhhmmm, Daddy Peter and Papa Tony. I like it. But you’re right; not yet.”
Suddenly, a shout rang out through the air.
“Look out!”
Tony turned and saw a ball coming towards his face at high speed. Peter’s hand shot out in front of him, catching the neon yellow projectile before it could hit Tony in the face. He had just breathed out a sigh of relief when he felt himself being knocked to the floor. The only thing in his vision was a large ball of fuzz.
“Hey, hey!” Tony laughed as a wet black nose nuzzled him and rough pink tongue licked over his cheek. He pushed himself to sit up and eased the eager canine a bit further back.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Peter and Tony looked up to see a woman jogging towards them. “My aim is off, and Wilson just got so excited.”
The shaggy dog barked upon hearing its name and tried to jump up at Peter who was still holding the moist tennis ball.
“Down, Wilson! Down. Sit!”
There was no mistaking the tone of his owner’s voice and Wilson immediately obeyed. Tony smiled at the dog and reached out to pet him, scratching him under chin.
“You’re a good boy aren’t you? The bestest boy, Yes, you are. Yes, you are! Has that silly Peter still got your ball? He does! Silly Peter. Silly Peter!” Wilson licked Tony’s face and he let out a full on belly laugh.
Peter stood next to the dog’s owner, staring down at his fiance, mouth hanging open. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Tony so happy and carefree. A crumb of a plan started to form in his mind.
For the next half hour Tony played with Wilson, throwing the ball, throwing sticks, heedless of the muddy paw prints all over his designer jeans. Peter watched him from a near-by bench, chatting to Wilson’s mom, Louise, the gears in his head turning.
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It was a week later, and Peter had everything organised. He’d done his research and made the purchases he needed, all sent up to the cabin. He intended to take Tony up there later on, after their morning excursion.
The older man was looking even more drawn, his sleep disturbed more nights than not. Peter had had to literally twist his arm to make him go and speak to his physician about increasing his anxiety medication, and it would take a few days before it would make any difference.
Tony came out of the bedroom looking, at least to Peter’s eyes, extremely handsome in some dark blue jeans and a maroon sweater. He moved behind Peter, wrapping his arms around him and resting his bearded chin on Peter’s shoulder.
“What have you got planned, Peter? I know you have something going on in that giant brain of yours.”
Peter shivered as Tony pressed kisses to the soft skin behind his ear, the trademark facial hair tickling him.
“It’s a surprise, Tony. You’ll see when we get there, and speaking of that - it’s time to go. I’ll drive and you can relax.”
As they walked towards the elevator Tony scoffed, teasingly.
“How am I supposed to relax if you’re driving?”
“Quiet, old man,” Peter retorted. “Or I’ll put you in a home and spend all your money.”
Tony’s answering chuckle was like the sweetest music to Peter’s ears.
It was a fairly short drive to where Peter wanted to go, and when the car pulled up the confused look on Tony’s face was worth all the stress of organising.
“Err, Peter. Where are we?”
“Really? Now you’re eye-sight’s going?”
“Ha ha. Okay, smart-ass. Why are we here?”
Peter exited the car, an amused smile on his face.
“Darling, I love you very much, but if you can’t work out why we might be at an animal shelter, then there’s nothing left for it. Let me call Leafy Pines and…”
Tony rounded the car at speed, yanking Peter towards him and smashing their lips together. Peter grasped Tony’s jacket for balance and opened his mouth to the passionate onslaught. When Tony pulled back, Peter looked up at him, eyes hooded and mouth still slightly open. Tony’s smile was smug.
“Not too old to shut you up and turn you dumb though, am I? Come on, let’s go inside.”
There was a cacophony of noise inside the shelter, a mixture of barks, meows and various whines. Peter strode up to the reception desk and thrust out his hand.
“Hi there. We’ve got an appointment to look at the dogs.”
The receptionist looked up at them, her eyes widening in recognition before checking the schedule on her computer.
“Yes, Mister Parker, isn’t it. Are you looking to actually adopt today?”
“If we find a good fit, yes. My fiance here has some PTSD issues and I’m looking to get him a sweet natured and calm companion for when I’m not around.”
“Any idea on size or type?”
“Um medium-sized, I think, and we’re not fussed on breed type. We split our time between here and a cabin upstate. We’re unlikely to ever really leave it on its own apart from going to the odd restaurant meal. And we have the resources to get a sitter if we need.”
“Okay, I’m gonna take you through to the ‘Hello’ Room and then we’re gonna bring you through a few of our guests to meet you.”
Tony turned to Peter. “Are you sure about this, baby? A dog is a big commitment…”
“Are you telling me that you didn’t have the best day you’d had in ages after playing with Wilson for only half an hour last week? Imagine being up at the cabin, going for walks in the woods to clear your head, but with your dog for company. Someone to be with you when I’m working?”
“I’ve got FRIDAY to talk to.”
“Yes and that’s great for your intellect, but not your emotions. Cuddling with a pet is good for you. Releases oxytocin and all that. Come on. Let’s at least meet them and play for a bit, okay? For me?”
“Low blow, Parker. Low blow. Doing stuff for you is my one weakness and you’re exploiting that.”
Peter thrust his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels.
Tony sighed, overdramatically and followed Peter and the receptionist down to the ‘Hello’ room. It was brightly coloured, with sofas, an array of soft dog toys and dog beds, jars of treats up on a high shelf, and a pair of glass doors that led to a fenced and grassed outside space. Peter and Tony got themselves settled on the sofa and the receptionist told them that one of the dog handlers would be along soon with the first dog.
As Peter thought, Tony was fairly enamoured with each dog that was brought into the room. He coo-ed at them, leaning down off the sofa to throw toys and scratch them. However, it was clear that none of them so far were ‘the one’.
Then she appeared.
A timid pile of white and brown fur, staying behind the handler, tail lowered. Tony cocked his head to the side and slid off the sofa and onto the floor, getting level with the canine.
“Who’s this?”
“This is Layla. She hasn’t been here long, but she’s a sweet girl. She’s a bit nervous around new people. Her previous owner abused her, so she has a few trust issues. A neighbour rescued her, but couldn’t keep her themselves. We have noticed though, that if she chooses to trust you, she is just the sweetest little thing.”
Tony grabbed the jar of treats that had made its way down onto the sofa, and took one out. He sat with his back against the sofa, in a relaxed pose and held the treat out in front of him.
“Hey there, girl. You’re a good girl aren’t you? Would you like a treat?”
The dog sniffed and took a tentative step forward.
“It’s okay, Layla. It’s okay. Wanna eat this treat and have a cuddle and a play.”
He waved the treat a bit and patted his thighs. Layla inched towards him, grabbed the treat and flopped down, just out of reach of his hands.
“Oh, you’re a clever one, aren’t you?”
Layla finished her treat and looked up at Tony, her tail thumping a few times.
“You want another one? Well you have to come to me, princess”
He waved a second treat at her, but held it closer to his body. The dog got up and looked at him. She let out a small whine.
“You can do it. You’re a brave girl, aren’t you?”
Her feet padded across the floor, and then she was up close to Tony, taking the treat from him, gently this time, before lying down, her head in his lap.
Tony could help but smile broadly and carefully scratched Layla on the back of her head. Her tail thumped again.
“Do you want me to go and deal with the paperwork?”
“Yes, please. We have a Princess now. We do, yes we do. It’s you, isn’t it, baby girl? It is! You’re so beautiful!”
Peter walked out, his heart full of love, as Tony lay on the floor laughing, as Layla licked at his face.
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qlcwiinq · 10 months
try this!!!! 🌺
thanks for the ask anon <3
i got..
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you-expect-too-much · 6 months
It's insane how incredibly perfect you are.
It’s also perfect how incredibly insane I am 😎
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i've read your newest fic about richard madden and omg its SO good im literally obsessed 🤩 do you have any other richard madden fics or maybe some recommendations? thanks in advance!
thankyou so much hun, that means so much, it was another thing I wrote in the moment and spent like 3 hours writing it 😂 atm I am working on two more so it shouldn’t be too long until they are released, either today or tomorrow I think I may finish one of them. I really recommend the fics on @rocketrhap3000s page, their work is amazing but the dad Richard series is amazing, I am completely in love with it and have no bad words to say, it is completely perfect. And if you want some Robb Stark imagines (because I know I do 🥺) @coldstarks has some really great fics too. There was another blog that I also loved but unfortunately they deleted their account, and where at the time I didn’t know that you had to tag reblogs in order to find them I didn’t so I can’t find the reblog on my page, it was a great mini series 😢. But yeah I’d definitely check these creators’ works out hun
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becca-e-barnes · 2 months
Hi Becca! I would literally die for you blog. It’s my go to any time I need some good self care😉. You’re incredibly talented!
But I’ve had this idea bouncing around in my head. It boils down to just Bucky and cock warming. Like the reader is on him begging for more but he is just having way to much fun playing with their clit to start moving. Making them cum on him with out thrusting once.
Just an idea I thought you might like. I love you work, have a great day!!
I'm really glad you've been enjoying my stuff so much!! That's so sweet!💗 and I keep getting told I can get ✨filthier✨ so I'd love to mess with this is little bit
Because I love the thought of Bucky making you start off with a dildo that's just a little bit smaller in size than he is. Maybe one of those dildos with a suction cup on the bottom so it's stuck on a wooden chair.
"Good girl, take it all." He encourages, kneeling between your legs, watching your cunt greedily swallow the toy. It's a sight he doesn't often get to see and he's really not sure why he doesn't make a point of watching it more often.
You whine quietly, feeling the toy bottom out. Your ass makes contact with the cool, varnished wood beneath you and you can't help but roll your hips a little, enjoying the feeling of the tip rubbing against your velvety walls.
"If I wanted you to fuck yourself on that, I'd tell you to. Did I tell you to?" Bucky's voice has a sharp edge that almost knocks you out of your daze.
"N-no... But-" You begin, trying to justify your movement but he cuts you off.
"No. So don't. I want you to keep your cunt stuffed and take what I give you." He watches up at you as he presses your knees apart, keeping his eyes on your face until he can't bare it anymore.
You gasp quietly at the feeling of his hot breath on your exposed, slick sex and there's nothing you can do but whimper at the feeling of his tongue gently grazing your clit.
Fuck, it's good. It's not long before he's licking you like he's starving, lapping and sucking gently on your clit before forcing your legs wider apart to lick your arousal from the base of the toy.
"Bucky, please. Please let me move." You didn't mean to sound so pathetic but with each lick, you get closer and closer to an orgasm you won't be able to stop. An orgasm you've been warned you're not allowed to have.
You're almost surprised he takes pity on you, giving you permission to get off the toy. He removes it from the chair and sits down in it's place, offering his cock as a replacement.
You sit back down as you had earlier with your back to his chest but you can't help but feel amazed at how much better his dick feels. He's slightly bigger and while that's nice, nothing beats the way he throbs inside you and the hot, breathy groans against your ear at the feeling of your body taking all of him.
"Such a good girl." He smirks against your neck, littering your skin with kisses between his soft praises. You feel one of his hands on your chin, gently directing you to look to your right, over in the direction of the full length mirror.
The reflection you're looking at makes your walls flutter involuntarily because fuck, you really are stuffed full of his cock and he's making sure you're not able to fully enjoy it yet.
With one hand still holding your head in place, making sure you keep watching, Bucky's free hand trails down between your legs, flicking and rubbing your clit again.
"Oh f-fuck." You whine, watching Bucky's smirk widen. You can't sit still. You just can't. You want to grind your hips and take what you need and in that moment, his pleasure and all the instructions he's given you come second. You need to get off, consequences be damned.
"Don't even fucking think about it." He warns, delivering one harsh slap to your clit. It's not overly hard but it's enough to shock you. "You know you're not allowed to cum. I want to feel this pretty pussy dripping first. Don't worry though. Once you're wet and messy enough, I'll fuck you stupid on the carpet, right in front of the mirror. Want you to watch yourself cum so hard you forget your own name."
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becca-e-barnes · 4 months
Okay… there is something VERY sexy about Bucky cuming in his pants 🤤
No bc there IS something very sexy about it and we all know I love writing this 🙈
Because honestly, I think sex could be a really overwhelming experience for him and I think he'd really want to take his time with it. That kind of physical and emotional vulnerability might not come to him so easily.
I really think the tiniest little things would short circuit his brain and it'd nearly just be another point of concern for him. He can't quite understand why the smell of your perfume makes his heart race, nor can he understand why his cock stirs just from feeling the heat of your body against his.
He knows he won't have much stamina, so to speak. He's dabbled a little in modern porn and he knows he's nothing like those men. He's acutely aware that he can, and has, spent hours jerking his throbbing length, covering his own strong thighs in an embarrassing amount of cum but all it takes is a chaste kiss on the cheek from you to have his dick desperate for more attention.
It's all quite overwhelming but he knows he's safe to feel overwhelmed and that makes such a difference. His comfort is always a priority but sometimes he pushes his body just a little further than he can handle.
Like the first time he's got you on top of him, frantically making out. You're wearing a tiny little pair of shorts and a thin t-shirt and he's desperate to explore now that he's got the chance.
"Baby, please. I need... Oh God, that's good." Words fail him when your lips latch onto his neck, your teeth grazing the exposed skin. The tip of your tongue is sinful, paying close attention to the hollow of his throat while you make the most of the free reign you're being given.
"Is this okay?" You ask softly between kisses, pressing your core against his body. There's a time and a place for you to worry about how incredibly wet you are but this isn't it. There's no room for you to be embarrassed by your need. Not when you're settling on top of a man who's evidently just as into this as you are.
"Yeah... Y-yeah, that's fine." The quiet squeak is just about all Bucky can manage, his hands settling on your hips. He's not moving them, he realises. He's not the one rocking you back and forth over his aching length. You are.
"Holy shit." He groans into the crook of your neck, eyes squeezed shut, pure bliss making every nerve ending tingle pleasantly. He's not even inside you. Lord knows he couldn't handle that but he can't understand how this feels as good as it does without any real replication of the wet heat of your body.
He thinks he's got it under control as he lets your body roll against him. He got enough self restraint. He can handle it. He's got it. Right up until oh no, he really hasn't.
"Babe, you have to s-" He begins but it's too late. Pleasure radiates from the base of his spine, cum splattering against the inside of his pyjama bottoms and all he can do is hold you close and whimper.
His length throbs with each wave of ecstasy and nothing in him wants to lose the heat and pressure of your clothed sex against his. He almost feels pathetic for cumming like this, with minimal stimulation but God, he needs it. When he finally has enough clarity of thought, he registers the feeling of your hands in his hair and his brain starts to process all the filthy little encouragements you've whispered in his ear as he came.
When he comes down, he knows he should probably feel embarrassed but instead, he feels safe. He feels cared for and in a strange way, he feels a little bit more whole, knowing he's finally letting himself be intimate with someone who wants the very best for him.
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becca-e-barnes · 11 months
I just know Bucky would get so lost in you. Like the feeling of you around him has him going in and out of consciousness just mindlessly rutting into you. He would just start babbling saying how good it feels and how much he loves you and he just can’t stop. He’s just gone dumb on pleasure. I need him 😖
Oh god that’s so hot, like him almost losing control of himself while he fucks you because you feel too good 🤤
Because you’re fluttering and rippling and clenching around him and he’s never felt so dumb in his life. He’s so in love with everything about you but your body is just heavenly in a way that he can’t describe. You’re dripping wet, letting him fuck himself totally stupid in your sensitive little pussy and he’s not sure whether he’s going to cum, black out or cry from how good you have him feeling.
His hips are snapping so fast, chasing a pleasure his body just won’t surrender to. He almost thinks his body knows what’s best for him, not letting him cum because he won’t be able to handle it. It’s got him way too frantic though, fucking you like you’re just a hole for him to cum in and while he doesn’t like doing that, he needs it so badly.
“Holy shit, mhm Bucky no please, I’m going to cum again. Oh f-fuck please don’t make me.” You sob, your eyes rolled back in your head, clawing at the sheets but Bucky pays no mind at all. He’s too zoned out, rutting into you for his own pleasure to the point that yours is almost a hazy afterthought. He’d register your safeword and at this point, that’s just about all that he’d react to.
“Feel p-perfect. So fuckin’ tight. So wet n’ creamy. Y-you’re…. Fuck, it’s too much. ‘M gonna… O-Oh you’re gonna make me fill you. G-Gonna cum in you.” Bucky grunts with his face totally screwed up in ecstasy. There’s no stopping the slick slapping of skin on skin, your bodies shaking, desperate for the relief that only an orgasm can give.
“Bucky please, fuck, cum in me. Fill me, baby. Fill my little pussy and don’t stop.” You urge, right as you reach the point of no return. Your cunt practically robs him of his cum, forcing him to spill his load as deep inside you as your body will let him go.
He’s not even sure he’s fully present in his body as he cums. It’s pure bliss, somehow feeling like time has stopped and sped up all at once. His flesh hand grips your hip, holding you still as he sobs his release against your hot skin, pumping you full of such a huge load you feel it dripping over your asshole already and he’s nowhere near finished.
“S-so full. So full. Oh god, can’t fuckin’ stop. Y-you’re gonna be… Oh, I shouldn’t have - shoulda pulled out. You’re stuffed, fuck.” He groans, his whole body shaking from the force of his orgasm and the fact he’s not sure it’ll ever stop.
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becca-e-barnes · 5 months
Thoughts on walking in on bucky watching pegging videos 😘🫶🏻
Oooooh this could be so hot though, especially if it’s a little fantasy of his he hasn’t managed to tell you about yet.
I really like the thought of him exploring a little bit and getting himself a couple of toys and trying out all the different methods of self pleasure that he didn’t know existed previously. As soon as he stumbles across his first pegging video, the way he cums over his own fist with a broken sob had him rushing straight out to get himself a dildo.
But I do think he’d be quite hesitant to explore an interest like that with a partner right away so he plays around with it on his own for the first while.
And that’s how you catch him on his knees on the floor of your bedroom, bouncing on the dildo and letting out the softest little sobs.
He’s totally cockdrunk. But with his earphones in, he doesn’t hear you come in and fuck, he looks perfect, so lost in a pleasure he didn’t know existed.
“Oh god.” He whines, sliding down to take the toy right to the base and it looks like every muscle in his body tenses up.
But then he sees you. And he sees how you’re standing there, wide eyed but not embarrassed. You look like you’re into it and he takes the earphones off in a hurry, barely taking a breath while he bounces on the dick inside him.
“Are you enjoying that, sweetheart?” You’re making him whimper just by how you look at him but his eyes roll back in response because yes, he absolutely is enjoying this. He’s enjoying it a whole lot more now that you’re here.
“Y-yes.” He whimpers, breathless as he strokes his own dick, still bouncing on the toy. He’s jerking himself quickly and recklessly and you realise that you really have no idea how long he’s spent playing with himself already.
“You like having your ass stuffed full, Buck?” You have him full on groaning, your fingers trailing through his hair and it’s the first time he’s even dared to imagine this as a personal interest of his. Up until now, it’s been something that he imagines other men do, he just watches. This is much more personal.
“Fuck yes, it feels so good.” He whines and even the relief at finally admitting his interest in this feels euphoric for him.
“You look so pretty with a dick in your ass, you know that? You’re all flushed and it’s just adorable. Just wait until I’m fucking your ass for you. I want you begging me for more.” He seems almost broken, given over to his need to cum but it’s at war with his need to draw this out as long as possible.
“Please.” The word slips past his lips in a quiet, pathetic little gasp and once he says it, he can’t stop repeating it. “Please, please, please.”
Hearing himself sound so desperate finishes this for him, threads of ecstasy pumping from his tip while he continues to fuck himself. He can’t quite believe how hard he cums, pleasure radiating from the base of his spine and making his whole body quiver.
“Good boy.” You whisper proudly when he’s spent. “Now get on your hands and knees.”
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becca-e-barnes · 1 month
heyy!! can you do a dbf bucky caught masturbating? only if u wanna obv~!
No honestly bc the thought of a man masturbating is way too hot, it makes me so weak 🥵
I've probably talked about this before but it's delightful to imagine him staying over in the guest room of your house for a while and when he thinks the house is empty, he's taking some time for ✨self care✨, not knowing that you're still home.
I always imagine he's so vocal too so when he thinks he can be as loud as he wants, he doesn't hold back.
He's surprised at how badly he needs this, taking his time at first with just a few leisurely strokes. He's rock hard in no time, his hand wrapped around his own length, doing everything he can not to think about you.
Fuck, it would be so wrong to think about you. He knows it would. It's wrong to think about kissing up your bare legs or sucking bruises over your collarbones. It's wrong to imagine how you'd look on your knees for him, begging him to finish on your face.
No matter what he does, that's all his brain wants to come back to. He can almost hear how sweet your little moans would be when he rubs your clit.
You'd be such a good girl for him. He knows that and he loves it.
There's no harm in letting himself give in a little. As he gets hornier, precum drips from his tip and he's only focused on imagining how gorgeous you'd look beneath him, lost in pleasure the way he is.
He hadn't even considered that you might still be home. As far as he knew, you were planning to go out with your parents so he was safe to groan your name the way he wanted to.
Heat pools between your legs at the sight of him on the bed in front of you. The guest room door hadn't been pulled shut completely and when curiosity got the better of you, you were beyond surprised to see Bucky laid out on the bed, stroking his own cock and whining your name.
"Such a good fucking girl for me." His voice was loud enough that you could hear every word.
His hand moved faster, soft breathy moans tumbling from his lips and hanging in the air.
Your panties were soaked. Rational thought had all but left you. Pure need buzzed in the pit of your stomach and there was no doubt in your mind that you'd summon this image of Bucky every single time you felt like touching yourself for at least the next 3 months.
The decision seemed to come naturally to you and before you'd really thought about it, you'd pressed the door open and stepped inside, settling on the end of the bed.
Bucky sounded startled. Understandably. His cheeks were flushed, desperately trying to cover himself and make apologies at the same time.
"Bucky, please." You almost sounded timid while you prized the blanket from his grasp. "Can I taste you?"
He swore he had to be dreaming. This couldn't be real. You weren't actually asking that right after he'd spent so long imagining it. Is this how manifesting works?
"Are you sure?" He asked, not missing the way his dick throbbed when you nodded enthusiastically.
Bucky pulled the blanket back, grasping his dick again, stroking slowly. He swore he'd never forget the sight of your tongue pressed to the tip of his cock, looking up at him before you swirled your tongue around the head, gathering as much precum as you could.
"Oh fuck, that's it. Such a good girl for me, holy shit." He's lost in the feeling and he couldn't tear his eyes away from you, even if he wanted to.
Your lips wrap around his tip, sucking gently while he continues to stroke himself and he swears he's going to lose it. You hum your approval at a fresh bead of precum gathering over his tip but it's not there very long before you've licked that up too.
He forces himself not to imagine how pretty you'd look with your tongue or your face painted with his cum because if he does, this is over. He's determined to make that a reality but not just yet.
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becca-e-barnes · 9 months
Bucky missing you at night while your asleep him needing to cum so he just gets on top of you takes your little shorts off and slowly thrusts into you as you let out sleepy moans. Then he starts to use you while saying “ shhh baby just take it, take daddy’s cock like a good little slut”
Happy Sunday, let's get filthy 😈
This is really hot though, just the thought of him not being able to wait? Maybe you have a little bit of a free use situation going on and he knows you'll be totally fine waking up to him getting himself off by using your body.
Touching himself just isn't enough sometimes, not when you're right there. He almost feels bad disturbing your sleep because you look so peaceful but there's something about watching you come around while he's already inside you that makes him achingly hard.
He's made his mind up. He's taking what he needs tonight and God, he wants to be rough with it. He still needs you a little more worked up though.
Your shorts are in his way but not for long. He's not particularly gentle when tugs them down your legs given that he hardly has enough control left for 'gentle' right now.
He licks the pads of his pointer and middle fingers of his flesh hand, slipping them between your legs, letting his spit help with the glide. He'd usually use his metal fingers but he knows the colder touch will wake you up and that's not what he needs just yet. His fingers massage your clit in slow, firm little circles, just the way he knows you like.
"So fuckin' beautiful." He mumbles to himself, watching your face. Your lips have parted a little, your breathing a getting more erratic and he can't help but feel painfully smug when your body starts to respond to his touch. You're getting wetter by the second and he adores that he has this effect on you.
He knows you need a something more. He's so frantic, he almost considers just pressing into you now, he's so wrapped up in the thought of fucking himself senseless. He tests his own patience just a bit longer, pushing your thin pyjama top out of the way before latching onto your nipple. His mouth is so hot on your skin, suckling on the sensitive bud in the same way that usually leaves you keening against his mouth when you're awake.
It works wonders, whether you realise it or not. He can easily slide two thick fingers inside you, curling them delightfully in the way he knows you love. It's so easy to get lost in the sight of his fingers disappearing inside you and he's mesmerised by the feeling of your velvety walls rippling around him. His dick twitches in his own hand, clearly getting a little jealous.
He finally gives in, shuffling on the bed as quietly as he can, spreading your thighs and making room for himself. Slipping inside you takes more concentration than he's really willing to dedicate to the task but good God, it's worth it.
The first slow glide is breathtaking for him. You're so warm and wet and soft, it's pitiful how obsessed he is. He's used to a soft groan or a desperate plea from you right after he bottoms out but not tonight.
"Pretty little hole for me to use." He moans to himself, beginning to pull back, still so careful not to wake you.
He doesn't stay so composed for long. His thrusts speed up and there's just something about the way you can't hold in your moans that makes him need to fuck you harder.
"Bucky? Oh fuck, that's good." You groan, only really half awake.
You hear him moan, low and totally filthy but you barely have time to let your eyes focus before he's pulled out, flipped you onto your front with your ass slightly raised and he's sliding back inside you again.
"Just take it, sweetheart. Take it for daddy. Good girl. That feels nice, doesn't it? Waking up with daddy's cock inside you. Had to use you, baby. Couldn't stop thinkin' about you." He's so caught up in the thrill, it's hard for him to think straight, using his body weight to pin you to the bed.
"I-I'll take it for you, daddy. You fuck me s-so well." You gasp, your voice high pitched and frantic, your fingers curling to grip the thin pillowcase under your head while your eyes roll back.
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becca-e-barnes · 18 days
any chance you could write stepdad!steve catching you sneak back in from a party?
Pleaseeeeee 🤤 This is a lil short one but I might give it a second part
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"What time do you call this?" You knew you were fucked when the taxi dropped you home and the light in your kitchen illuminated the drive way. Your mum made a habit of turning it off every night and you were only getting away with this if everyone was asleep.
It was well past the time your mum and stepdad usually went to bed. Hell, it was well past the time you usually went to bed yourself. You didn't often stay up to 2:37am and you absolutely never stayed out that late. Despite the fact you're in your 20's, your new stepdad had set the rule that you were to be home by 1am every night. No exceptions. Asshole.
It usually wasn't hard to follow his rules. No boys in your bedroom. Don't stay out late. Fill up the fuel you use in the car. Nothing really out of the ordinary. But then again, he kept telling you that you weren't the rule breaking type anyway.
"Sorry, I lost track of time." You did your best to avoid looking at your stepfather while you lied through your teeth. You'd known damn well what time it was and you'd had every intention of staying out until the lights in the club came back on. You just didn't think you'd get caught.
"Mhm." Steve's hum almost sounded convincing, pausing while he folded his arms, his navy blue pyjama top straining around his biceps. "You expect me to believe that? You're a bright girl, sweetheart. I know you can tell the time."
Damn your own body for betraying you like this. His praise makes your tummy flutter and you know it's so damn wrong.
"I know you want to be a good girl, don't you?" He pauses again, waiting for your response and he seems satisfied when you nod. "Always so well behaved for me. You know what? I'll let you pick your own punishment. Just this once." His eyes are trained on your face, watching for any sign of discomfort at the way things are progressing.
"Option 1. I confiscate your car keys." Fair enough but that would be really inconvenient. "Option 2. I confiscate your phone." Oh no, absolutely not. "Option 3. I confiscate that shitty little vibrator you keep in the drawer beside your bed."
How does he even know you have that? It's mortifying enough that he feels able to punish you but this is a step further than you were expecting.
"No need to be shy about it, honey. I get it. You've got needs. Nothing to be embarrassed about. And if it makes you feel better, I could show you how a real man should touch you. You'll forget that little plastic thing even exists."
Fuck, that's an offer you could only ever have dreamed of. In fact, it's painfully close to what you imagine while you're frantically rolling the vibrator in question over your own clit.
"If you'd rather lose your car keys or your phone, feel free. Choice is yours." Steve sounds awfully nonchalant for someone who's just made a proposal like that but there's no chance you're turning down his offer.
"Option 3." Your voice is barely a squeak and you almost think you've made the wrong decision when Steve raises an eyebrow.
"Good girl. Go get it."
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becca-e-barnes · 9 months
Becca what about DBF!Bucky fucking the reader until she squirts? I feel like he would be so cocky about it and would 100% try to get her to squirt again
🍑 anon
You're not wrong here, he would be so cocky and I nearly think he'd be condescending about it? In a very sexy way though 😩
I can't stop thinking of this with Bucky railing you while you're bent over the kitchen counter. The edge of the marble is digging in a little with how delightfully he has you pinned down. "Mhm, you feel like a dream." He grunts, marvelling in the glistening slick that coats his length as he drags himself slowly out of you before slamming back in again.
Your little yelp almost makes it sound like you had no idea he was going to fuck back into you so hard and it makes him chuckle quietly to himself.
"You take me like such a good girl, you know that? Happy to bend over anywhere for me and take every inch of this dick like it's all fucking yours." He can hardly control himself, his thrusts getting a little faster and it's just mind-blowing.
"Such a good girl for you, daddy. O-oh fuck, please, that's so good." You can't help but go a little stupid. His thrusts are punishing, hitting deep and hard at a pace that makes your legs a little weak but God, it's incredible feeling so much pleasure all at once.
His thrusts are landing a little too nicely though. It's a lot and there's no fucking break from it, not that you even really want one. You can feel the flutters in your tummy, gentle ripples of pleasure getting more and more intense with each thrust until you're babbling nonsense, almost ready to cry because it feels so damn good.
It doesn't take long for your head to fall onto your forearms and you feel all that build-up come to an earth shattering climax. It's a peak quite like nothing you've ever experienced before and you feel your body gushing in response, a stream of hot arousal pouring down the inside of your thighs.
Bucky's groan is fucking beautiful, clearly he didn't expect your body to react like that. "Oh god, good girls don't squirt like that, honey." His voice is so low it sends shivers down your spine.
"It really feels too fucking good for your silly little brain to handle, doesn't it? Dumb little thing squirting on daddy's cock. Go on baby, let me see you do that again. One more and then I want to feel that against my tongue."
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becca-e-barnes · 7 months
becca, ari levinson is a filthy man and i love it 😩 but can you imagine stepdad ari fucking you on the kitchen counter while guests are in the room over. he could barely hold himself together seeing you in a cute dress, catching a glimpse of your panties when you ✨bent down✨ to pick something up 🤭
No bc Ari is filthy but Stepdad!Ari fucks
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I can imagine him getting so risky with it because he gets off on knowing that there are guests in the next room over.
You've been teasing him all evening, running your hand across those broad shoulders, letting your touch linger just a little longer than you should. He also noticed how you'd been bending over in front of him, letting the skirt of your dress ride up the bare thighs he spends so long worshipping. He snapped when you set his dessert down in front of him, getting so close that only he could hear you whisper "you'll get a sweeter dessert later, sir." right against his ear.
That did it for him, your heart pounding in the short space between the dining table and the kitchen door while your stepfather made your apologies to a room full of people that weren't listening anyway.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He whispered, his words soaked in venom. "Are you trying to get caught?"
The correct answer is 'no' but your brain and your mouth didn't connect before you started speaking. "I can't help it, sir." Your voice is almost a whimper as the door closes, Ari leading you by the waist around to the other side of the kitchen counter.
"You can't help it? Even after I fucked you this morning? Your legs were shaking when I left your room and now you need more? You just don't quit." Ari bends you over the counter, facing the door you've just come through before running a huge hand up the inside of your thigh while the other presses down on the small of your back. No panties. And you're soaking wet.
You hear a low groan from him, one that makes your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the feeling of his fingertips drifting between your slick folds.
"Fuck, haven't laid a hand on you and you've got yourself all worked up. We're gonna have to make this quick, sweetheart." He knows he can't drag this out the way he'd like to. Someone is bound to need something from the kitchen within just a few minutes but now you've started, neither of you can stop.
You feel him slipping into you slowly, the blunt head of his cock breeching your hole, pressing deeper until he's slid home and there's no feeling quite like it. "Good girl, that's it. This dick is all yours." He coos softly, giving you just a second before he's pulled back and slammed into you once more.
"Keep an eye on the door, baby. You wanted all those people to see you be a little slut for me. This might be your big chance." His teeth are gritted, trying to work himself to orgasm while rubbing your clit frantically to tear yours from you too.
It takes everything in you not to wail at the pleasure. It feels incredible, getting what you wanted, being pinned to the counter and fucked frantically but you know you can't vocalise that.
"Gonna cum inside you, sweets. Don't want you to clean it up either. You're gonna go back in there and sit at that table with your legs crossed so my cum doesn't leak out. Wanna lick it out of you later. You promised me a sweet dessert, remember?"
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becca-e-barnes · 1 year
Everything you write about Bucky cumming for a minute or longer and it being massive loads … this breaks my brain like. I can’t even function bc it’s so hot to think about 🥵 Anytime you wanna do something more with this, I’m HERE for it
Let’s just keep going bc honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever be done thinking about it
Because I love the thought of him having the most intense orgasms that just never feel like they’re going to end? Once he starts cumming, that high can last for minutes and it’s just mindblowing for him.
And I love the thought of him fucking you through his orgasm, like really milking every drop into your body. You begged him for it so how’s the man supposed to do anything other than give it to you.
“Come on baby, cum in me. Please sweetheart, so good. So fucking good.” You grunt through gritted teeth. Your legs are up over his shoulders and you’ve cum so many times, you’re ready to cry if he keeps going for much longer.
He has scratches down his back, his neck is marked beyond belief and he’s been holding back for far too long. He always feels like the amount of pleasure you get from love making has to be the same as his and when his orgasms are so intense, the only way to do that is to make sure you cum over and over.
“Sweetie, y-you can’t beg like that. Holy shit. I’ll fill your body so full. Make a mess on the sheets.” He groans, his eyes fluttering shut from the way your body tries to entice him to give in.
“Do it Buck, fill me full. Fill me until it’s dripping out of me and then don’t fucking stop. Please baby, I need it so bad.” You gasp, writhing beneath him from the overstimulation but there’s nowhere for you to go.
“Fuck, oh fuck fine. Oh God fuck baby, I’m cumming.” He sobs, low and broken and so painfully sexy, it makes your body throb.
“Too much. O-oh your body. Oh my god, you’re so tight. Still throbbin’. Fuck you’re taking it so well.” He groans, not slowing his thrusts as cum starts to drip from where your bodies are joined. You feel it, hot and wet and sticky, slowly dripping down over your asshole and eventually onto the bed.
“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, baby. I can’t stop.” He’s shaking with pleasure, groaning as you bite down on his shoulder, trying to stifle your sobs. You’re so overstimulated and he knows it but you know you can tolerate a few more minutes to let him finish up.
His thrusts slow down to give you a little relief but it doesn’t make it any less intense for him. “See what you do to me? You see how this pussy gets me? Addictive and you don’t even know it.” He’s totally lost, slowing his thrusts until he eventually stops, pressing as deep inside you as possible for the last 30 seconds of his orgasm.
“Took that so well. Thank you, honey. So incredible. Best fuckin’ girl for me.” As the high ebbs away, his head is empty, hardly able to process anything anymore.
And then the flood of cum that leaves your pussy when he pulls out has you both whimpering. On nights like that, you both need a little aftercare so you shower together, slowly caressing each other’s bodies under the hot water, offering little declarations of love and soft promises before falling into bed and cuddling until you both fall asleep.
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