#sebastian stan x black reader

[mavsstar]

.⋆˚ 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲︱𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠︱𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖.𝐂︱𝟐.𝟏𝐤

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬︱𝟏𝟖+, 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟!), 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞︱@buckspumpkin 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐬𝐨 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦!𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐜 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐥. 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 <𝟑

“Bucky you have to watch the movie, it’s phenomenal!” You rambled on as you plopped down next to him. “I know you don’t like a lot of the newer things but you’ll like this for sure.” 

“Are we sure we want to watch tv?” Bucky asked, trying to divert your attention. “You know what we should do?” 

“What?” 

He snapped his fingers in the air, “Play a board game!” 

“Buck we’re not playing a board game,” You said as you grabbed the remote. “Come on please just try it. If you don’t like it we can–oh my god!” You gasped when you turned on the t.v and was faced with a cracked screen. 

You turned to Bucky with your mouth agape, “What happened?” 

“Sam came over and–” 

“I don’t think I need an explanation, you said enough,” You cut him off. “I’ll bring my computer, just give me a second.” 

You left and Bucky was left sitting on the couch as he played with his thumbs. He watched you curiously as you marched out of your room and back into the living room where the internet box was. You inspected the internet box and let out soft questioning hums. 

“That’s weird, everything is just fine so why isn’t the internet working?” A moment of silence passed as you tried figuring out what was wrong. “Bucky, did you forget to pay the internet bill?” 

He screwed his eyes shut in frustration, “I must’ve. I’m so sorry Doll.” 

“S’okay Buck, it happens to the best of us. I’ll go pay it tomorrow during work.” You blew air through your lips and tucked your hands into the front sprocket of your jeans. “Looks like we’re playing a board game.” 

Bucky followed you to a very small closet down the hall. That closet mostly contained board games and long forgotten boxes you were supposed to open when you first moved in. 

You opened the door, revealing the dust collected boxes. 

“We can play Uno.” 

“Too repetitive,” You said. “What about Monopoly?” 

“No, because you cheat!” Bucky accusingly exclaimed. 

“I do not!” You defended. “Ok so no Monopoly….We should play chess!” 

“What are we 80 years old?” 

You glanced at him and checked him out, “Well you are.” 

Bucky’s face scrunched into one of annoyance, “Ha. Ha. Very funny.” Bucky hummed as he kept looking. “What’s Twister?” 

“You’ve never played before?” You asked as you grabbed the box. 

“No, I've played my entire life and I suddenly forgot what it is,” Bucky sarcastically said. “I haven't played before, that's why I’m asking.” 

You grabbed the box and started to walk back to the living room while you explained the rules. “There's a color wheel with a picture of a body part, depending where it lands you place the body part on that color. So say I spin and I get green and right hand then I have to put my right hand on a green circle on the mat.” 

“Seems easy enough.” 

Bucky truly overestimated his flexibility. At first glance he thought it would be easy and you would easily lose against him. He’s a very trained soldier after all.

Bucky flicked the spinner. Body part, foot. Colour, green. He bent over on top of you but because the only green circle left that can make it physically possible is behind him. Which means he would have to be stuck in a crab position until it’s his turn. 

“Come on Barnes, this hurts,” You complained as your arm cramped under you. 

“I don’t think I can do this,” He muttered to himself. 

“Either we keep going by you trying or it’s a forfeit and I automatically win.” 

There was no way Bucky was going to lose to you. He instantly moved backwards and into the dreaded crab position. 

Right as you went to flick the spinner you lost your balance and fell, making Bucky automatically the winner. 

“Ha! I win and you lose!” Bucky boatsed as he got up. “And I didn’t cheat.” 

“Yeah yeah you win and I lose,” You mumbled and tucked your legs under you. “How’d you like the game?” 

“It was alright,” Bucky shrugged. “But what if we added our own twist to it?” 

“Like what?” 

“Every time it lands on red we have to take a piece of clothing off,” He smirked. “In other words, strip Twister.” 

“You’re on Barnes,” You smirked, getting up. “You’re going first though.” 

Bucky flicked the spinner, left hand on red. Bucky clicked his tongue as he took off a sock and placed his left hand on the red circle. It was your turn and you landed on right hand on green. 

“You better not cheat,” Bucky teased. 

“Or what?” You playfully retorted. “Is the big bad soldier going to get mad?” 

“Jesus christ,” Bucky chuckled as he shook his head. “You love to tease me don’t you?” 

“Yes sir,” You winked as you saluted him with a devilish smile. 

“Just for that I’m making you go again.” 

“Meanie,” You pouted and spun again. “Oh you have to be kidding me,” You groaned when you landed on left foot on red. You copied Bucky and took your sock off. 

It was Bucky’s turn and he landed on right hand on blue. A flash of disappointment ran though you and you cursed at the spinner. 

“Why the sad look Doll? Wanted me to strip?” 

“You wish,” You scoffed. “Your turn.” 

The both of you continued taking off the smaller pieces of clothing, each getting excited with each spin. Soon enough Bucky had ran out of small clothing to take off. He spun and landed on red. 

“Get ready to see an adonis Doll,” Bucky said as he peeled off his shirt. 

You stared in awe as you watched him. It all felt like it was going in slow motion right before your very own eyes. He was an adonis. Even the faded jagged scars around his arm made you want to plant sweet tender kisses upon them, showering them in your affection. 

“Hey eyes up here,” Bucky smirked as he pointed his finger up towards his eyes. 

You rolled your eyes, “I’ll look wherever I want.” 

Now it was your turn. You spun the spinner and landed on red. Perfect. 

You slowly took your pants off, making sure to purposefully wiggle your but in front of his face. Bucky’s throat went dry when he saw your thighs. All the blood started to rush to his cock and he knew the game wouldn’t last long. 

“Now I really can’t do this,” Bucky said as he contemplated losing. You only had a pair of panties and shirt left on and he only had his boxers on. If he took his next move his face would be impossibly close to your chest and he would for sure lose. “I really can’t.” 

“Just do it Barnes, s’all part of the game.” 

Bucky took your word and maneuvered his body around, his hand going over your body to land on the green dot in the right hand corner. Just as he predicted his head was right in front of your breast. 

Bucky turned a bright shade of tomato red as he tried to look anywhere else. His hardened cock pressed against your thigh and you smirked in triumph. Bucky had desperately tried to hide his boner and he was successful. For the most part. 

“What sarge? Can’t handle a pair of tits in your face?” You asked as you pushed your chest in front of his face tauntingly. 

“That’s it,” Bucky growled as he got up. 

“Ha! I won!” You stuck your tongue out at him. “I’m the winner!”

“For now.” Bucky abruptly grabbed you and tossed you over his shoulder with ease. You squealed as you felt his metal hand grasped your body. He took you to his room and gently set your body on the bed. 

Bucky shortly after climbed on top of you and kissed you with an intense need. His body grinded against yours as he sloppily kissed you. 

“Just take this damn thing off,” Bucky snarled against your lips as he ripped your shirt in half. His jaw momentarily dropped when your bare breasts were exposed, “No bra? Dirty slut.” 

His hands played with your breasts, his thumb stroking your pebbled nipples ever so slightly. Your body arched into his touch, silently begging for more. He took the hint and his lips placed their love on your body all the way where you needed him the most. 

Using his teeth Bucky pulled your panties down to your ankles. It was the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen your entire life you couldn’t helped but have moaned. You felt his head dip between your thighs, his growing beard scratched your inner thighs deliciously. 

“Can’t wait for your pretty thighs to tremble ‘round my head,” Bucky quipped, biting one of your thighs. 

Bucky spread your legs impossibly further, watching your pussy leak. He flattened his tongue and likced a bold stripe up your cunt. Your hands flew to his hair, gripping the tousled hair in between your fingers. 

“You taste so sweet Doll,” He complimented, dipping his tongue into your hole. “Like fuckin’ candy.” 

Bucky went from long bold licks to short sweet kitten licks. It made you writhe around in pleasure and push your pussy closer to his face. His hot wet tongue was addictive, he had become your own personal drug. 

You felt his tongue trace out letters on your clit. You tried so hard to concentrate but the pleasure overwhelmed you. He kept going again and again until you finally got it. My cumslut. 

“Bucky y-you gotta stop-AH!” You moaned when he started to harshly suck on your clit. “Bucky!” 

Bucky pulled away, a string of your arousal connecting to his lips. “You really want me to stop?” 

“Yes,” You shook your head no despite your response. 

Bucky chuckled at your response, “Why?” 

You nervously gulped, “Because the first time I cum I want it to be around your cock.” 

Bucky looked genuinely shocked at your response. Never did he ever think he would hear those words fall from your lips. If he could he would replay those words over and over again until he got tired of hearing them.

Bucky didn’t respond and attacked your lips once again. You felt his tip prod at your entrance, “Needy slut, wanting to cum on m’cock first.” During the middle of his sentence he pushed all the way in, bottoming out soothingly. 

Pure ecstasy rippled through your lower half, your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him inside you. His hot throbbing member pulsed inside you. Teasing him some more you clenched down hard and watched Bucky’s eyes screwed shut. 

“Can’t stop with the teasin’ huh?” He clicked his tongue. “I’m just going to have to fuck it out of you.” 

His thrusts started slow but quickly rose to a fast and brutal pace using your hips as leverage. So fast your body jolted with the banging headboard. Pain and pleasure seared through your body. Beads of sweat formed between your bodies as Bucky continued to fuck you. 

“You feel s’good Bucky,” You whimpered as you felt his tip rub against your sweet spot. “So good. I love your cock.”

“Cock drunk already?” Bucky questioned. “Looks like it didn’t take long to fuck the teasin’ out of you.” 

“Shut up,” Your voice was merely above a whisper. “Just keep going.” 

Bucky finally felt the tremble of your thighs around his outer thighs. Deciding to spice things up he pressed on your lower tummy so slightly. He watched your eyes roll to the back of your head and drool dribbled from your swollen lips. 

“You look so pretty like this, fucked out becasue of me,” Bucky said as his thumb pushed the drool back in. “Imagine how you would be like if I actually got to take my time with you. Slowly tearing you apart with my fingers, tongue and cock.” 

The mere thought of it was enough to make you come. You dug your nails into his back as you screamed his name while you gushed around his cock. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” You mindlessly hummed as he kept going. 

After a few more thrusts Bucky pulled out and finished over your stomach, both of your juices mixing together. He watched as it started to drip down and closer to your pussy. 

“You ok Doll?” Bucky asked when you didn’t make a sound. 

“I'm way more than ok,” You giggled. “I don’t think it’s ever felt this good before.” 

“That's because the other guys weren’t me, Doll,” he pointed out. “Remember that, no man will ever make you feel as good as me.”

[ramp-it-up]

What’s This?

Paring: Henry Cavill x Actress Reader x Sebastian Stan

Word count: 1 K

Summary: Halloween or Christmas? Why not both?

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, RPF. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Flirting, suggestive language, definite praise kink,  drinking, slapping (and liking it), propositioning, finger fucking in public, implied threesome. 

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask.

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You were at your hotel bar after the awards show, savoring your Macallans 18, with Henry’s deep baritone British drawl in your ear. You didn’t know Superman had game like this.

“What he doesn’t know about, he doesn’t need to know about. You said yourself, you two are not that serious. It’s just fun. Why can’t you have some fun with me, Love?”

“What kind of fun are you talking about?”

You took a slow sip of your whiskey and snaked your tongue out to collect stray liquid. Henry’s eyes followed every movement, taking in your glowing skin, the deep pools of your eyes, and those moist, juicy lips. He had to have you.

“Let’s cut to the chase. I want you. You are beautiful, charming, intelligent, and one of the best actors I’ve ever witnessed on screen. In every room where we have the fortune to be put together in, I’m inexplicably drawn to you. And I wonder…”

Henry stopped speaking and put his hand on your bare knee, your leg as smooth as velvet beneath the hem of your short couture dress.

You took another sip of your drink and slapped Henry.

A couple looked over at you two from across the dark, almost empty bar. The bartender minded his own business. And Henry, well Henry just smiled a cheshire grin and stared at you with those blue blue eyes. He wanted more of that spirit.

“You are being very forward, Mr. Cavill. What makes you think that I want to get down on my knees and suck that rumored very fat dick and let you cum all over my tits?”

You cocked your head like it was a real question.

Henry’s eyes dilated and he moved closer to you. He could bend you over the bar at that moment, but he had to restrain himself, and the monster that was awakened in his pants. You were so fucking hot.

Oh yeah, you were ready to get down, wanting to touch, feel and taste the dark hair that was curling from the shirt that he was wearing. You were about to invite him up to your room when you heard Seb’s voice behind you.

“What’s this?”

Henry looked up and grinned again as Sebastian ordered.

“Another Macallans for the lady, and one for me too.”

You turned toward your boyfriend and let him kiss you on your cheek. He whispered, “Naughty girl,” and bit your ear lightly.

You shivered as you cut your eyes back over to your other companion.

“Sebastian, you know Henry? Henry, Sebastian.”

Sebastian received his drink,

“Oh, Henry and I go waaayyy back, don’t we?”

Henry smiled again and looked at you. 

“Yes, we have similar tastes in…. Well, in lots of things.”

Sebastian finished the explanation, moving as close to you as Henry was on the other side of you.

“And we have shared…. Our ….thoughts on those things.”

The silence was full of meaning. 

Henry and Seb looked at each other over your head as you dipped yours to drink and ponder, and Henry put his hand on your thigh again. Sebastian put his hand on your other thigh and pulled it apart from the other, so as to enable both he and Henry to move their fingers higher.

You shivered, and opened your legs even wider. Sebastian kissed your temple.

“Such a good girl. Henry, don’t you think so?”

Henry looked down at your dress, which currently showcased your rock hard nipples. His voice was incredibly deep, and broken because he’d reached the wetness seeping down your thigh. You sighed as his fingers reached your folds. You whimpered when Sebastian’s mirrored his on the other side.

“Yes, I think we’ll find her to be a very good girl for both of us tonight? Right?”

Henry slipped his fingers into your wetness, exploring your innermost parts. Sebastian had you memorized and went directly and smoothly into circling your hole while Henry traced your clit.

You moaned a little and looked around. To anyone, you would look like three very close friends having a quiet conversation. No one knew that you were silently screaming for them both to fuck you in all of your holes.

Henry called to the bartender. 

“Another for the lady.” 

The bartender nodded as you thought of how much more fun you would be with three drinks in you. You smiled at your luck.

“So. Speaking of taste, d’you remember the debate we had with Tim Burton in Cannes?”

You couldn’t believe they were talking business while they defiled you in public. But you dared not speak a word lest you start moaning.

Henry pressed more roughly on your clit as Sebastian slipped another finger inside you and started fucking you with them right there at the bar. You couldn’t look at the bartender as he set your drink down and quickly moved away again.

“Drink, Darling.”

Sebastian commanded you with a stern whisper in your ear. You nodded, took a gulp, and then held on the the bar for dear life as they had their way and pretended it wasn’t happening.

“Yes, Henry, I remember it well. He verified what everyone else but you knows: The Nightmare Before Christmas is a Halloween movie.”

You looked at Sebastian in disbelief. He crooked his fingers inside you, finished his drink, and then watched as you trembled, trying to keep it together.

“Finish up the drink I bought you, Love. Don’t be rude.”

You drank some more as Henry pinched your clit. You let out an eep from the sensation, and both men gave you stern looks. Then ignored you again.

Except for them ruining you in a place of business.

“Mate,” Henry shook his head. “The climax of the story happens on Christmas Eve. It’s a Christmas movie!”

The debate became more vigorous as they became more vigorous with you. Sebastian was finger fucking you, digits in all available holes and crevices, and Henry was abusing your clit as much as he could in the available space that he had.

“It takes place in HALLOWEENTOWN!”

“But, it’s about how Halloween characters would celebrate Christmas.”

“There are three separate songs that are anti-Christmas, man.”

You felt like Superman or Bucky Barnes, and as if you could break the bar in half with the force of your orgasm. But, you managed to not make a sound.

“Beautiful girl.”

“So good for us, you precious Angel.”

You watched both men suck your juices off your fingers.

You stood up from your stool and downed the rest of your drink.

“I don’t care what you say, The Nightmare Before Christmas works for Christmas and Halloween. It can be both at once.”

They both grinned at you like the cads they were. 

“Speaking of both. At once. Let’s go up to my room and continue this discussion.”

Henry hurriedly laid down cash for the drinks as Sebastian adjusted his pants. 

Tonight was going to be a good night.

For all.

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[afriendlyblackhottie]

Indulged

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x black!reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, knife play, daddy kink, mentions of rough sex

(A/N: I just… needed to get this out of my system. Unedited. I wrote this in like 30 minutes okay 😭😭😭 Please like, follow, and reblog with commentary 💜 ✌🏾)

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He’d started out by whispering, “are you sure about this, Baby?”

To which you’d enthusiastically nodded

There was no turning back once you started especially after you’d begged him for this

Even before you were together you were practically putty for him the moment you saw him wielding a knife

Weren’t even supposed to be on the same side as him, but there was just something about it

Of course you were going to ask for this eventually

And as he cut one side of the fancy frilly panties you’d bought for this occasion, you knew you’d made the right choice

“Ah,” the soft moan left your mouth as he bit his bottom lip

Surprising himself by how turned on he was

Dick straining against the zipper of his jeans belt buckle already undone as he watched the lace snap back

One side of your pussy coming into view looking delectable as fuck

Fuck he can’t believe it took him so long to even do this

He can’t believe how long he even spent fighting his attraction

Afraid of hurting you until he found out that’s exactly what you wanted

If anyone even knew what the teams sweet little secretary had been up to

That you were letting him cut a pair of panties off of you with his knife

Letting him run the blade up and down your semi exposed cunt

Shaking underneath the touch of metal

Chest heaving with need as he went to the other side

Falling back as he did the same to the other “Daddy!” You whimpered with your eyebrows all screwed up

This time he teased it, not ready to just let you have it

Felt like he needed to savor the moment

“Please,” you whined

Bucky chuckled, half smile on his face

Could see the mess you’d left in the crotch of your panties wanted to taste you so bad but too stuck on this

Knew that if he didn’t put his dick inside of you soon he’d end up cumming in his pants and he didn’t need that

Finally he cut the other side

Your oans getting louder as finally the fabric fell away from you completely

Leaving you exposed and ready for him

Juicy pussy in perfect view

Could have stopped to play with your pretty little clit, but he just needed to…

“Fuck,” he found himself groaning as he rubbed the dull side of his knife up and down your slit

You quivered, head going back letting out a sob

If anyone could hear you they’d probably think he was already balls deep the way you were acting but no

His nasty girl didn’t even need that

He was pretty sure you were close as is

Hell seeing your wetness on his knife was making him feel like he couldn’t wait any longer

Setting it down on his night stand so he could finally fuck you like he wanted

Pulling his dick out of his pants so he could push into you

Shit he doesn’t think you ever felt this tight

If all your fantasies were going to be so hot, he’d have to start just giving in

If his babygirl liked it rough, he was definitely going to indulge

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t

[cherthegoddess]

His Sunshine

Summary: Who knew a girl with such bright waves could catch the storminess of Bucky's eyes.

Pairing: BuckyxSuperhero!Reader

Warnings: This was written with a black reader in mind, but anyone can read it.

Word Count: 3.1k

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A/N: Heyyy everyone and welcome to my very first One-Shot! I really hope you enjoy it. I'm super excited for everyone to read it! Thank you so much to @novanitee for the dividers!

His Sunshine

Bucky was already exhausted from the day and it was barely 11. He did his early morning run with Steve and Sam. He tried to avoid Tony to the best of his ability. Got unfortunately caught, with that one Parker kid. And now some alien losers decided that today was a fantastic day to try to invade the Earth for whatever reason. He just wanted to return to his bed, read some books, and be away from everyone, but luck was not on his side. He dodged the punches being thrown his way landing a few with his metal one. There just seemed to be too many. He watched as Steve killed one with a few more coming behind him. Bucky ran to help him swiftly getting away from the debris of the battle. He pulled a gun out of his holster when he knew he wouldn’t get there in time, killing two and alarming Steve of their presence. He fought back-to-back with Steve. This battle wouldn’t be over for hours. Every time they killed one another popped up and every Avenger they could gather was there. 

Not long after the brush of defeat was starting to come into the air, a few of the aliens were screaming in pain from suddenly being lit on fire, others having branches growing out of their noses. The UFO that was in the air was being broken down piece by piece. The Avengers searched for their unknown hero. “Heyy guys sorry I’m late” Their heads quickly turned to the sky looking at the woman in the air wearing all blue, her identity hidden with a mask. The woman salutes before finishing off the rest of the aliens with bursts of fire, winds, and poor plants that have seen the back and front ends of the aliens. Bucky watched in awe with the others at her speed and effectiveness, all while not even lifting a finger. The others gathered in a small huddle and the woman began to finally hit the ground in front of them. “Whew! Those aliens were really something huh?” Their eyes train behind her as the city begins to rebuild itself. The woman looks behind her to see what they are staring at. “How in the…” She laughs. Waving her hand. “Oh, that’s me! Just doing a little cleanup!” Bucky looks at Steve confused, Steve shrugs his shoulders in response before stepping up. “Ma’am, who are you and where did you come from?” The woman grins. “Oh, my god. The Captain America is talking to me! Sorry, who am I, was your first question right? I’m Y/n. I don’t  exactly have a cool superhero name yet. I didn’t realize how hard it would be to pick one, especially with two powers, you gotta honor both. Sorry, I’m rambling! Second question, I’m from Harlem born and bred. I was actually building up the courage to come to tell you guys about me and hopefully become an Avenger, but then you know aliens! Now I’m here!” The woman, who long-windedly, explained her name to be Y/n finally finished with a proud grin on her face. “Okay, Scrappy doo, how did you do all of this?” Tony motions to the buildings that were freshly repaired. “I would love to explain, but repairing buildings and fighting aliens is kind of a draining task, is it possible we could go to the tower? I can explain everything there especially if you want to test me to see all the cool things I can do as well?” They eyed each other, Bucky more weary of Y/n. She was too… nice. Too happy even after being in the face of danger. And even more worrisome, she was powerful. “Fine, kid, but you have to stay by Barnes’ side until we get there, we don’t trust you quite yet,” Bucky’s eyes shoot to Tony glaring harshly even after Steve places a hand on him so he doesn’t say anything. Y/n’s eyes for the first time since her appearance, meet his, she grins and waves. She makes her way over to him. He rolls his eyes at her cheeriness. Tony tells F.R.I.D.A.Y to send a quadjet. 

“I’ve never seen anything like this! An Elementalist and you’re telekinetic! People should definitely be scared of you, Scrapy!” Tony exclaimed after running a physical on Y/n. Bucky, Steve, and Nat were watching from a window, while Peter, Tony, and Bruce were in the room with her. “Yeah! How did you get your powers, Y/n?” As she began explaining her story about how she got her powers, (which she got after almost drowning in a lake full of alien artifacts) Bucky still had a sour look on his face. “What’s wrong pal?” Steve asked. “I don’t know, man. I just don’t trust her. She comes out of nowhere with all these powers. And her happiness and all that positivity. No one‘s that good.” Bucky grumbles out. “Bucky, not everyone is after us. She literally saved us all,” Bucky watched as Nat rolled her eyes at him. He shook his head. It was just something about her that he couldn’t put his finger on. She was just pure sunshine but he could see clouds behind her eyes. 

It had been 4 weeks since Y/n had moved into the tower. 4 weeks of everyone saying how much they loved her, 4 weeks of her constant humming and singing, 4 weeks of Bucky avoiding her as much as possible. Every room that she was in he left, and every word spoken to him by her was ignored. He watched from afar as everyone enjoyed her company as he isolated himself even more from her. No matter how much he enjoyed looking at her he couldn’t find himself to get close to her. 

“Peter! I will not shoot ice at you to see if you could dodge it! You will not have Tony or Aunt May breathing down my neck if you get hurt!” Peter and Y/n got close when she arrived. She was about 4-5 years older than him and she treated him like a little brother. Bucky, however, teased Peter (even more than usual) about him flirting with Y/n. “Y/n/n, I promiseee, I’ll be okay! Plus I heal fast!” Peter exclaimed. Bucky sighed as he realized that he had to walk past the two in the living room to get to his destination of Steve’s room. Bucky begins to walk swiftly. Peter notices realization hitting his eyes. “I train with Bucky all the time! You can just ask him!” Bucky groans internally the two looking at him for confirmation. “Kid leave me out of your drama” The storm in Y/n’s eyes began to brew in disappointment. An urge to make that sunshine come back. He sighs, “Don’t throw ice at the kid, he bruises easily,” He turns and continues on his journey, not before hearing her whisper. “Peter, I can’t believe he actually talked to me! Maybe he’d finally give me a chance!” He rolls his eyes and knocks on Steve’s door. 

Fury finally let Y/n go on missions 5 months into her stay. It was her fourth mission and of course, Bucky was the one who was a part of the team that would go with her. He had successfully avoided joining her until now. Luckily everything was going well, for the most part, a simple infiltration of one of Hydra’s bases by getting information from their computers. They had all split up and somehow Y/n ended up paired with Bucky. He guessed it was some sort of plan from Steve to get the two closer. Y/n was surprisingly very tech-savvy and was placed in charge of hacking the first computer to make it easier for Nat and Steve to get access to the others. It was easy until it wasn’t. Everything happened so fast and she was distracted and Bucky so stupidly wanted to keep as much distance as possible from her rays. So before he could get to her a shot ran out hitting her side and making her fall to the ground. Bucky ran quickly the Hydra agents getting wrapped in vines in response to Y/n’s pain. Bucky called into his comms for help, his hands on the wound. “Y/n, Sunshine can you get up?” His voice was soft surprising even himself. “Yeah, yeah, I just need to- grow some vines to keep myself alive. I think that’s all I can get my powers to do right now.” her voice is breathy and light. “Okay Sunshine, I got you.” Bucky watched as Y/n begin to grow vines around her body protecting it from any harm she may face. Her light eyes began to close, Bucky picking her vine-covered body when he saw Steve and Nat rushing their way. “Is she okay? What’s going on?” Bucky held her close. “She covered herself in vines to protect herself. I should’ve been protecting her” Bucky said with a whisper. Nat and Steve look at Bucky and then at each other. “She’s going to be okay Bucky. This isn’t your fault. We need to get to the quadjet before more come.” Bucky didn’t say a word but made his way to the door. 

Bucky didn’t leave her side not once since they got back to the tower. He watched closely as they took her out of his arms and into surgery. He was there every step of the way. Something clicked for him. All of his distrust dissipated the second the bullet pierced her skin. He promised himself from that day forward he would always protect her. It had been a week since he saw the sunshine that was slightly covered by storm clouds. He would sit as everyone came to check on her, bringing her favorite flowers and teddy bears. The shot was almost fatal but luckily Y/n’s vines did some of the healing for her. Chamomile and echinacea grew around her wound. The doctors promised that she would wake up soon but even with that promise Bucky stayed. 

Bucky squeezed her soft hand. “Sunshine you gotta wake up for me. I miss your eyes. Everyone misses you. Please come back to us, to me.” He whispers to her. He sighs when she doesn’t move. He gets comfortable in his chair again and begins to hum You Are the Sunshine of My Life by Stevie Wonder, a song that he heard Sam and Y/n singing the other week. He didn’t tell anyone but he had the song on repeat for weeks and it reminded him of her. “I didn’t know, you like Stevie Wonder,” Bucky’s closed eyes popped open at the sign of her voice. He took over to her laying form to see Y/n’s smile and bright eyes. “Hey Bucky,” He had to hold himself back from hugging. “Hey. Are you alright? Do you need some water? I’ll go-” An angelic laugh broke his rambling. “I’m okay, Buck. I promise.” Before he could say anything else Dr. Chen entered. “I knew I heard a familiar voice in here. How are you Y/n?” She gave the same response she told Bucky. “That’s good, hopefully now that you’re up, Bucky will leave and go take a shower for the first time in a week.” Dr. Chen laughed. Bucky’s eyes downcasted. “I’ll leave you guys to it. I’ll be back after your check-up,” He left the room swiftly, heading to take a shower. He was so relieved that she was up. He had never seen her eyes shine so bright. 

Ever since Y/n woke up his and her relationship had taken a complete 180. They hung out all the time, had *platonic* reading dates, and watched all the movies that Bucky had yet to see. Everyone was shocked to see Bucky’s complete change in mood. It had been 3 months since Y/n fully recovered, and it was almost time for Tony’s annual Christmas pajama party. He had never seen Y/n more excited in his life. She loved Christmas. She explained that it was because she lost all of her family, and Bucky found out why all the clouds were there. There was also something else that he learned while being with her, that he was slowly falling in love with her. Steve tried many times to get him to tell her. But Bucky convinced himself that no one that bright could possibly like him back let alone love him. Little did he know she did. 

He was waiting on the couch with Tony, Steve, Vision, Peter, Thor, Clint, Sam, and Pepper when he heard a series of giggles come rushing into the room. There was his Sunshine burning brighter than ever. Y/n was adorable in a bright yellow bear onesie which she somehow convinced everyone else to participate in. He ended up being a cloudy one which got some teasing from Sam, but he didn’t care because it got her to smile. Y/n plopped herself right next to Bucky where he had a cup of hot cocoa with extra marshmallows waiting for her. “Thanks, Buck!” She said with a kiss on his cheek. Over time it became a habit of her that Bucky couldn’t complain about. Tony stood up when everyone sat down. “Now that everyone is here, let the fun and festivities begin,” Tony said with a clap and everyone cheered. “Our first activity is a gingerbread building contest. Get into pairs and may the best team win,” Bucky and Y/n of course paired up, and they almost won the contest but Vision and Wanda cheated by using their powers.

They also did hide and seek which Y/n won, they decorated the tree, did some Christmas karaoke and now finally they were doing some drinking and talking well until Tony spoke up. “I have a game for us to play… 7 minutes in Heaven!” A few people groaned. “Tony isn’t that a bit childish,” Steve asked. Tony winked at him. “Yes it is but it’s also fun. So everyone writes their name on a piece of paper and then you’ll pick a name, and then heaven!” Tony exclaimed. Everyone sighed but did it anyways. Tony took two of his old helmets (one for boys and one for girls) and moved them around the room as they placed their papers in. Tony shook the helmets to mix the names. Everyone grabbed a name except Clint and Sam. Bucky’s widened in shock when he saw his person. Y/n, his sunshine. He looked at Y/n to see her reaction and there was a smile on her face. Disappointment crossed his mind, she liked someone else. Who could it be? Probably that Spiderkid. He thought. The first to go was Thor who picked Nat. They were both slightly disheveled after they left the room. Nat got Steve, Steve got Wanda, Wanda got Vision, Vision got Pepper who did absolutely nothing with a threat from Tony, Pepper got Tony, Tony got Carol Tony got threatened by Pepper, and Carol got Peter who was shaking and nervous before he entered.

Bucky and Y/n were the only ones to not get anything. “Since Peter also got Carol that means, Bucky and Y/n got each other,” Nat said excitedly. Everyone had a knowing grin on their face as Y/n pulled him up into the closet. Before Bucky could fully close the door, Steve mouthed ‘Tell her’. He shook his head. Some string lights were hanging around the room so each person could have some light. Tony yelled that he started the timer. “So,” They said at the same time after a moment of silence. They both laugh quietly. “You go first,” Bucky said. He could tell that she was nervous as she played with a loose string of her onesie. “Bucky, I-” Bucky began to worry. “We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to Sunshine.” She sighed finally looking him in the eyes. “Bucky it’s not that. I just have something to tell you.” Bucky nodded his head hope slightly filling him. “Bucky, I like you. And I have since I’ve shown up here, but you avoided me when I first got here, so I figured there was no way that you could possibly like me back, but then the whole me getting shot thing happened. And you actually started showing interest in me, but I thought it was just because I was hurt, no matter how much Nat, Wanda, and Peter tried to convince me. There’s no way someone as wonderful as you could like me. You’re literally perfect, Buck. I-” Her words fell flat when Bucky covered her lips with hers. He could feel her shock before she settled into the kiss. She pulled back slightly “I guess I was completely wrong huh?” she said teasingly, her lips now slightly bruised from the kiss. “You couldn’t have been more wrong Sunshine. I’m not the perfect one it’s you. I didn’t think you could ever love someone like me. I’ve literally killed people, Sunshine.” Bucky shook his head before she could protest. “Y/n I’m so sorry for how I treated you when you got here. I’ve never met someone who brought so much light before and I was scared. I like you too, Y/n and you’ll never have to doubt that ever again, Sunshine.” She grinned before kissing him again deeper and longer this time. After a while, they were interrupted by a knock. “Okay lovebirds, time to get out! We even gave you guys an extra minute” They pulled away quickly when they heard the door begin to open. A few whoops and cheers followed when they saw their warm faces. “So who made the first move?” Tony asked. Y/n hid in Bucky’s shoulder as a few people groaned. “Y/n/n, you were supposed to let the old man tell you first ‘cause he’s old fashioned,” Nat said with a groan sliding Tony, Steve, and Wanda $100. Sam and Clint doing the same. “You guys did not bet on us!” Y/n exclaimed. Tony shrugged, “What can I say? I believe in you, Y/n.” The group laughed as Y/n playfully shot water at them all. Bucky kissed her head. 

The group turned on Home Alone after a while of teasing Bucky and Y/n and drinking spiked hot cocoa. Y/n was cuddled up on his side giggling as one of the bad guys got hit with an iron. He wasn’t watching the movie at all he was watching her. He kissed her forehead, snuggling closer to her. “My Sunshine” 

Fin

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His Savior

Summary: Do you have what it takes to save a wounded man's soul? Bucky Barnes sure seems to think so. And he doesn't much care if you're willing or not.

Warnings: Smut, DubCon, Cock Warming, Prisoner Reader, Kidnapping (referenced), Drugging (mentioned), Light Stockholm Syndrome, Manhandling, Cursing, Potential Future Stucky (if you squint), Minors DNI

A/N: This is a dark fic unrelated to anything I have previously written, so please heed the above warnings. Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Let me know what you think.

You’d been sitting like this for the better part of an hour. 

“Please, sir…” You sob as your hands grip the table in front of you. “Can-can I please move?” 

Having only recently returned from a mission, he’d sought you out the moment he’d arrived back at the hidden compound. And now you were perched on his lap, while his thick, hard cock remained nestled deep inside you. Keeping him warm.

“No.” Bucky growls before slicing off another piece of apple. Using his knife, he holds it to your lips. You shiver at the gleam of the blade when it catches a hint of sunlight, sending memories flooding back. 

Reminding you of a time when you used to be free. 

“Not hungry, moya dorogoy?” My darling. Your captor purrs as he traces the seam of your lips with the chunk of fruit, even as you shake your head no. “You need to eat. You’ve lost weight since I’ve last seen you.” You can't help the way your pulse thrums whenever he speaks to you in Russian.

Knowing that it will make him happy, you reluctantly accept his offering. You take your time as you chew, keenly aware that your every move is being watched. 

Studied. 

Committed to memory. 

You were slowly learning that this man possessed a number of dark and twisted fantasies. All of which seemed to revolve around you. Starting with the one that had initially led him to abduct you in the first place. 

Your eyes flutter closed as you recall the first time you’d seen him. It was almost as if you’d been drawn in by the beautifully broken man. The pain in his battle-hardened eyes, the hurt…it had called to you the day he had walked into your shop. 

You’d wanted to help him, fix him. 

At the time he'd been quiet, only concerned with making his purchase and leaving. And then he’d returned days later to steal you away in the middle of the night. Simply plucked you from your bed without uttering a single word. And then you'd awoken from a drugged sleep in a bedroom that you did not recognize.

Of course you’d put up a fight at first, holding out hope that someone - anyone - would come for you. 

But you’d been wrong. 

After all, he was Bucky Barnes, the newly reformed Winter Soldier. He was one of the so-called good guys now. A force for peace, a soldier for justice. And Captain America’s right-hand man. 

You should’ve known better. 

You should’ve known it was over when Sam Wilson, the one they called Falcon, had come to see you one day. His handsome face had been a mask of sympathy as he stood in your doorway, holding the keys to your gilded cage.   

He’d actually apologized for all of it. For everything. Including his role in helping cover up your captor’s tracks, along with virtually erasing your entire existence. 

But no, Sam wouldn’t help you. He couldn’t.

Not after he’d seen for himself just how your very presence had calmed the wounded veteran that he now called a friend. 

He’d made it clear that you were here to stay. For good. 

And what’s worse? Steve Rogers, Captain America, the leader of the Avengers, had signed off on all of it. Together, the three of them had vowed to never speak of the incident again. You belonged to the Winter Soldier now, to use as he wished. 

And he would never let you go.

“Where do you go?” Your keeper rasps as his soft, warm lips glide their way up the column of your throat. “Where do you go when you leave me?”

“Home.” You grit out, which earns you a dark chuckle. "I go home."

A whimper escapes you when he finally gives in and moves his hips just a fraction. Just enough to send sparks of pleasure shooting through you. Bucky smiles against your skin as he feels your walls contract around him. Your weeping pussy threatening to make an even bigger mess on his thickly muscled thighs.

And you hate yourself for it.

“Your place is here, with me.” Bucky thrusts again, enjoying the sound of your soft, sweet cries. He loves watching the way your traitorous body betrays you. He lives for how pliable and willing you become when he takes you into his arms night after night. “I’m your home now.”

A quiet groan rumbles past his throat as your greedy core milks him, seemingly of its own volition. “There we go, moya khoroshaya devochka. My good girl.”

You shouldn’t fucking want this.

You bite down hard on your lip, determined not to let him see you cry. But it’s all quickly becoming too much.

“You taste so good.” Bucky laps at a stray tear that makes its way down your cheek. “Your submission, your acceptance. You were meant for me.” He grunts as he slowly increases his pace. “You feel how your body welcomes mine?” His cool metal fingers dip between your soaked folds, reveling in your wetness. 

“No!” You hiss as you go limp, your head falling back to rest itself on his powerful shoulder. “I don-don’t want this!”

“You’re lying.” He growls, his mouth hovering just above your ear. “Even now your body betrays you. Look.” Bucky holds up two glistening digits. “I said look!” He commands again, his tone sharp.

“Mmphm!” You whine as he thrusts them into your mouth, nearly choking you. Meanwhile, his hips continue to piston in and out of you with ever growing force. So much so that you’re now bouncing on his lap.

The intimate sounds of your flesh colliding create a beautifully vulgar melody, filling the empty hall.

“That’s right, milaya devushka. Sweet girl.” His sharp teeth nip at your jaw as he masterfully owns your body. “Take me. Use me.”

He was giving you permission. Permission to use him the way he so often used you. For pleasure. For warmth. For comfort.

“Ah, fuck!” You mewl around him as you finally allow your primal self to take control. Driven by an indescribable need, you begin to move with him, your hips bucking and writhing as you give him what he wants. 

One day, you knew, he would succeed in taking everything from you. He’d already managed to strip you of your free will and self-respect. What more was left?

“Yes! That’s it.” Bucky rasps, his voice deep and rough as your greedy cunt continues to work him up and down. “Fucking perfect.” He finally removes his fingers from your mouth so that he can wrap his vibranium arm around your waist. He lifts you then so that he can bend you over the table. His pulsating cock momentarily slips from your heat, the brief loss of contact leaving you feeling cold and bereft.

You ached for him. And you positively despised yourself for it.

A high-pitched cry, yours, fills the air as he viciously shoves into you once more. “Oh, God! Bucky!” You rise on your toes as he bottoms out inside of you, his impressive member stretching your sensitive tissues as he finds a brutal, unrelenting rhythm. He was almost always like this when he fucked you. Claimed you. 

You knew you would continue to feel him long after he was through.

Bucky lets out a roar as continues making use of your body, the heavy weight of his balls slapping against your poor, overworked pussy. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, ensuring you would be left with bruises tomorrow. 

His version of a brand. 

Your desperate hands claw at the wood beneath you as the pleasure continues to build, the sheer power of it threatening to consume you. Because, although you were loath to admit it, you were beginning to crave his touch. 

Deep down, there was a part of you that desired his dominion over you. You fought it, yes. And you would continue to fight. But one day soon, you knew. You just knew.

That this man, James “Bucky Barnes, would soon become the keeper of your very soul.  

And there wasn’t a fucking thing you could do about it.

Sam watches his friend and teammate fuck you mercilessly from his place located just outside the door.

“This is wrong, Steve.” He whispers, unable to look away as Bucky tears at your blouse, exposing your breasts. “We should stop this, stop him.”

“You know it’s too late for that.” The other man replies, stroking a hand over his bearded jaw. 

“It’s not.” The former military man growls back. “We can find another way to help him. We can -”

“We tried it your way, Sam. It didn’t work.” Steve responds, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “For whatever reason, she keeps him sane.” 

“Steve.” He tries one more time, closing his eyes as the sound of your frenzied cries grow louder, echoing throughout the compound. “Please.”

“She stays. That’s an order, soldier.” He’d do anything for his best friend. Even if it meant damning his soul in the process. 

Shaking his head, Steve turns on his booted heel and strides away. Only pausing to adjust his aching dick once he’s convinced he’s out of sight. 

And maybe, just maybe, if you somehow managed to save Bucky…

Then perhaps you just might be his Savior too. 

END

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This kiss!!! I haven’t seen it on here. I can’t make a gif of it. This kiss is sexy and deserves attention.

As far as I know, this the first time he’s had an on screen kiss with a black woman. And she’s wearing a natural hair style!!!!

[mrsfrankadler]

Figuring it out.

jake jensen x f!reader, bucky barnes x f!reader

A/N: LOOK WHAT Y/N’S MESSY ASS DID NOW🤣🤣 she’s all over the place.. lordt. but in her defence, she is in a vulnerable state, things will be normal for her soon. & don’t be afraid to hit up that ask box 💋

Warning: intentional lower case, not in y/n’s pov, angst?, silly little pet names 🙃 ( doll, dollface, baby ), kissing, SMUT ( p in v, praise, no aftercare 😓 ), awkwardness :/

Summary: babygirl is all over the place ( i am bad at summaries ) 🤕. can be read as a standalone but ⬂

pt1 pt2

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the morning after your… unfortunate date with ransom, your alarm wakes you up earlier than usual. the jarring sound of that familiar ringtone reminded you of the obstacle you had to face today.

you were finally going back to work after your - much needed - mental health break.

being in a relationship with syd was hard in itself, but when he finally upped and left, that took a huge toll on your life. you were already affected mentally by the way he treated you when you were together but regardless you stuck around, so when he chose to leave, it just made you feel like shit.

when he noticed the effect of the break-up, jake suggested that you take some time off work to focus on yourself and try to recover, and so you did. but now that time was up.

jake was startled awake by the sounds of you rushing around to get ready, he was going to have to get used to you being awake at this time again.

you hear the floorboards creak as jake slowly steps out of his room, you peek your head out your door to see him in nothing but pajama shorts… who needs boundaries?

“you’re up early, y/n/n…” he points out, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes.

“yeah, jay, i’m back to work today.”

he tries to hide his concern knowing you wouldn’t want him worrying about you but he can’t help the way his eyes widen at your statement. “ah. i remember.”

“yup.”

“huh.”

“so i gotta go jake, love you, i would hug you but you’re basically naked,” he frowns as you kiss him on the cheek, and with a deep breath, you’re out the door.

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when you arrive at work, you make a bee-line straight to your little cubicle, not wanting anybody to ask too many questions about your whereabouts or your mental state.

when you thought you’d made it safe, you sunk into your chair and let out a deep breath. this is not so bad, you thought. until you heard a voice that was all too familiar to you. shit.

“well whaddaya know!” he practically bellowed at your cubicles entrance, “long time no see, dollface.”

luckily there was virtually no one in your vicinity so he didn’t draw to much attention. you let it slide.

you swivelled on your chair to face him, “barnes.”

bucky barnes, though you acted like you hated him, might have been the best part of your days at work. he was always cracking jokes and trying to make you laugh but you could never let him know you really found him amusing or he’d get too cocky.

“so, you were gone… and now you’re back.” he tilted his head with a grin. did he even know where he was going with this conversation? “what’s up with that?”

“yeah, i was. do you need something, barney? i wasn’t even gone that long.” you sighed.

“i missed you calling me that.”

“i didn’t miss your flirting.”

“oh, shit, yeah you have that boyfriend right?” he smirked and you internally groaned, screwing your eyes shut. really barnes?

the two of you stew in awkwardness before you break the silence.

“yeahhh, no. i don’t fuck with him anymore. we broke up.”

bucky’s face dropped. “ohh…” he just stood and scratched the back of his head, “damn.” and you huff out an annoyed sigh, resting your head in your hands on your desk until this idiot pipes up again.

“what happened? if you don’t mind me asking.” he came and sat on your desk.

“he treated me badly pretty much throughout the relationship and then he just dumped me. pretty much out of nowhere.” you just sighed.

“fuck, that’s awful. i’m sorry that happened to you…”

“yeah, thanks.”

“well, do you want a hug.. or something?” he trailed off, expecting to get shot down but;

“yes.”

you had to stand up slightly on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck and you rested your head on his warm chest. his big hands smoothed over your back, rubbing up and down to comfort you. you practically melted into his embrace, had you ever even hugged bucky before? shit felt good as fuck.

when you pull away, his hands linger on your waist and your mind starts to wander. why was he being so sweet and comforting? why did he seem genuinely concerned for me? does he actually care about me?

his steel blue eyes looked down at you through droopy lids. is he..?

he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. innocent enough. friendly enough.

he stared for a moment,

and then he ducked his head down to swipe his lips over yours. gently and barely, he kissed you.

“oh.”

“hm, i’m sorry, i shouldn’t-“

you decided to kiss him again, of course, to shut him up, no other reason. you figured you wouldn’t be able to handle the awkwardness that would follow his apology.

‘i’m sorry i kissed you, you’re going through a hard time, i overstepped’ etc, ugh no. if you were going to ruin the current dynamic of this friendship, you were going to get some fun out of it.

to avoid drawing attention, you whispered, “hm, it’s like three minutes till our lunch break and i think i want you to take me to the storage closet...”

if anything could evoke an instant boner from bucky barnes, it would be that sentence right there.

“and what would we do in there?” he smirked raising a brow.

“just shut up and let’s go.”

the two of you subtly made your way round to the storage room and briefly checked your surroundings before going inside. thank fuck there were no cameras around here.

when you had both made your way in, bucky immediately pushed you gently against the wall and started to kiss you again. his desperation was evident in the kiss, you could tell he’d wanted this for a really long time..

“i’ve wanted this for a really long time.” he whispered while trailing wet kisses down the nape of your neck.

all you can do is moan in response because, have you? you weren’t to sure.

he quickly gets to work and bunching your skirt up to your hips and moving your underpants to the side. at a tormentingly slow pace, he begins to rub circles on your clit eliciting a strained whine from you.

“that feel good?” you can practically hear the smirk is evident in his tone, as he dips his middle finger down to your hole to collect your slick, “fuck you’re wet.”

“well, that probably means you should hurry up and fuck me. you know, before we get caught.” you whispered to him.

he chuckles lowly, unbuckling and taking down his pants but his laughter comes to a halt as you begin to push his tip against your clit, silently begging him to get on with it. he smoothed his hands down the backs of your thighs, lifting you up so that you were just about hovering over the head of his dick and resting on the shelf behind you.

“you ready for me, doll?” he pressed a sloppy kiss to the side of your mouth. you nodded, ‘mhm’, and that was all the confirmation he needed to slowly lower you down onto his length, sharply sucking in air.

“awh fuck,” he groaned into your ear as he thrusted upwards into your cunt. “feel so fucking good around me, angel.”

the way he was moaning and whispering praises in your ear had you so wet to the point where he was effortlessly slipping in and out of you. his speed was causing the shelf you were rested on to rattle and shake which was making you both laugh slightly. you could feel him panting hot breath against your neck as he quickly rutted into you and you bit your lip to stifle your moans.

bucky admired you slightly sweaty, half-lidded form, “you’re so beautiful, y/n/n. can you feel what you do to me?”

getting praised and complimented like this was a stark contrast to your relationship with syd. sex with him was always pretty rough and there was never much love there. this felt different. in a good way.

the position that you were in mean that your clit was rubbing right up against his pelvis making it almost impossible to stay quiet.

to avoid finishing to quickly - you assume - he began to slow his pace, meaning he was now grinding into you with slow deep strokes that drove you crazy. you couldn’t help but let out quiet whimpers as you gripped his shoulder.

“you getting close?” he started to kiss on your neck.

“awh shit, bucky, i’m gonna-”

“come on, baby, come on this dick.” he grunted, his thrusts beginning to speed up again, indicating that he was also close. “can feel you squeezing me, just let go.”

“fuck!” you whisper-yelled as you reached your climax.

bucky pulled out of you and finished with a moan shooting his spend onto your inner thigh. breathlessly, he rested his head on your shoulder for a moment. you tapped his bicep,

“come on barney, don’t fall asleep on me now, i got places to be,” you checked your watch, “still got 8 minutes of lunch left.”

he picked you up off the shelf and gently placed you back down on your wobbly feet.

you turned to get a kleenex from the shelf to wipe away his jizz from your thigh and pulled your skirt back down.

“‘kay, fine, bossy. you go out first and i’ll come out five minutes later.” you could hear him redoing his belt buckle.

“okay cool.” you chirped, “um, thanks for… cheering me up, barnes. you are sweet.” you gave him a brief hug before slipping out of the moderately spacious big storage closet.

you inwardly sighed. what the fuckk.

⋆

the rest of your afternoon at work was not very eventful. just the usual shit. answering the occasional phone call, writing emails, counting down the minutes to go home… you didn’t really see much of bucky for the rest of that day but the thought of him didn’t leave your head. you just couldn’t really comprehend what you ( and him ) had done.

you let the flirty fuckboy at work hit it, real classy y/n. what is jake gonna think? you had to tell him, you two told each other everything so it would be wrong to keep this from him. it’s not like he’d be that bothered anyway. why would he care?

…

“YOU WHAT??” who were you trying to kid, you knew he wouldn’t take it well.

you were sat on the living room couch whilst he was frantically pacing living room.

“with that guy? ‘cause i don’t really know about him..,” he paused, “why?”

“hm, i was really horny i guess.” you rubbed your temples, “don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“oh no, hey, there’s nothing wrong with you.” he came and sat by you on the couch, “‘m not judging you. just confused. did you want to sleep with him?”

“i’m not sure jake. i just, i opened up to him a little about syd and, he comforted me and he gave a hug, but it was a weird hug and-“

“hey, hey,” he pulled you into his side and rested his head on top of yours. “i guess you don’t have to know right now. you’ll figure it out at some point.”

you just hummed in response.

“so how was your day, jake?”

he scoffed, “not as eventful as yours.” earning him a playful punch in his arm.

“whatever man.”

“you wanna watch adventure time?”

“yeah, jay.”

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a/n: gollllyyy. i was tired when i wrote this so it’s not that great & im also pretty bad at endings but the middle wasn’t too bad…🤷🏾‍♀️ anyways what do we think. i dont see her going back to bucky and this was her seeking comfort in perhaps the wrong form but, what can you do?

[callmelinamfsnow]

Character Work (Sneak Peak)

Sebastian Stan x Plus Size!WOC

Sneak Peak of a fic I started last year that I’m finishing up for you guys !! Follow, like, and reblog for more :)

You loved exploring his body whenever you two were like this. Feeling his back muscles tense every time he pulls in and out. Grabbing at his thighs when he bottomed you out, grabbing a fistful of his hair and staring him dead in the eyes while you make him cum first. You loved doing that. Getting him to cum first. Made it even better being able to tease him and make him blush. You might just make that your mission for tonight.

“Oh, James” you moaned and tilted your head so you could tug on Buck’s earlobe, causing him to groan in response and hoist you up into a better position. A quiet but present squeal escaped your mouth when he did so and he pushed you into the wall more. “I don’t know how you turn me on so fucking much doll” he muttered into your neck and kissed it sweetly. “Don’t know how I was living without this tight little thing” he started grinding his hips against yours. The friction from his pelvis to your sensitive bud was amazing. “This dirty little mouth” he continued and gave you a deep kiss. You let him explore your mouth which inevitably just turned into both of you moaning into each other’s when you clenched around him.

“God I don’t know how I was living before you doll,” he said breathlessly causing you to clench again. “Fuck I’m gonna cum soon” he groaned and pressed his forehead against yours. “So do it, Sarge. No shame in having a woman and more specifically a pussy this good have you cumming so quick” you said though you were moments away from cumming too. “Don’t do that. You’re gonna say that and a some more of that stuff I like and get me to cum before you” he started, you went to speak but he cut you off “-aND it’s been over 30 minutes so don’t even start with quick” he added and slapped your ass. The sensation drawing another high pitched moan of his name.

Please let me know via ask, message, or reblog if you’d like to be tagged when the full fic goes up

[bethsvrse]

me, a writer, at 3am: WHAT? I CANT FIND THE SPECIFIC FANFIC THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND WITH A WHOLE PLOT AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS??? WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE??? DO THEY EXPECT ME TO WRITE THE STORY I THOUGHT UP OF???

[ramp-it-up]

Hello! I just finished reading the Santa’s Helper prompt and oh my god you’re a god literally in every sense

I was wondering I I could request this prompt ——- “ I don’t care what you say, The Nightmare Before Christmas works for Christmas and Halloween “ with Sebastian and Henry please :)

Hi frienddd!

I am Not a god. Just a girl trying to relieve considerable stress by taking ppl into my dissociative worlds with me. 🙃

Lol, but THANK YOU for the compliment. ❤️

I wasn’t sure about these two at first, but this is hot.

And coming up soon!

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Pressure

Summary: Frank is your best friend and the two of you have feelings for each other, but he can’t seem to get his shit together.

Pairings: Frank (from Endings, Beginnings) x black!best friend!reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, threatening to spank, daddy kink, rough sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, hint of breeding kink

(A/N: wooooow two so soon 😭 I mean I owe you guys. I did accidentally post this before so I’m glad I’m finally finished cuz I didn’t wanna just let this one go lol. Based on Pressure by Ari Lennox. Anyway thanks for reading. Like, follow, and comment with a reblog 💜✌🏾)

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Oh you fucking knew what you were doing right now.

Honestly he was a little confused by it right now. How one minute you’d been ignoring him. Acting like he doesn’t exist. Pissing him off.

Fine. Frank knew he fucked up. He fucked up a lot, what was one more thing. Even if he’d been trying to avoid that with you. Because for once he actually cared about someone. Not in a way where he only wanted to fuck you either.

Not that he didn’t want to do that either. Now. But even before that he doesn’t know. He likes hanging with you. Things were easy. He didn’t see you like that then.

Then outta nowhere it was like something had changed with you. Had started wearing your hair a little differently. Putting more effort into your makeup. Not that you weren’t cute as hell, but fuck it he doesn’t know. It’s like overnight you went from looking like his best friend to his dream girl.

It was not easy.

Deep down he knew he was always into you. Even if he didn’t want to admit it for a long time. You were just supposed to be Y/N. His bestie. The one his girlfriends weren’t supposed to worry about even if they didn’t want to admit that they did.

Except now it was clear that, that shit didn’t matter. His latest fling not able to make it as she’d been mad at him over this too. Not like he liked fighting with you over his girls. To you they were temporary anyway. You knew exactly what kind of guy Frank was. Maybe that’s why you found yourself wanting him so bad.

You’d always had a thing for men that didn’t care as long as they got what they want. Not that it was a good thing, but what can you say you had a type. One that had overlooked you for a really long time.

Now all of a sudden everyone had been acting differently as if you weren’t the same girl. All because you’d started playing with your look a little more. Suddenly you weren’t one of the guys.

Honestly you don’t know what you should have expected. Clearly Frank was preoccupied anyway. Hadn’t even said hi to you.

Whatever not like you hadn’t been ignoring him. He’d pissed you off anyway a few days ago. It was bugging you how different he’d been acting since then. As if it was your fault.

Then you get dragged out because your friends were tired of seeing you mope around. Even had you pre-game to really loosen you up. Not that you told anyone why, but seeing as how the two of you suddenly weren’t attached at the hip it was a mystery.

Now he was here and you were looking good, but so was he. The two of you trying to not make it obvious that you were staring. Getting a few peeks in as your group sat around talking to each other.

“Trouble in paradise?” Melissa teased. Everyone a little surprised when you didn’t give him a hug. Were still trying to avoid him. “Is that why you’ve been all emo lately?”

You chuckled, holding your drink up to your lips. “I plead the fifth.”

Maybe it was that you didn’t really know what to say. How to even explain it all. Or maybe you just didn’t want to.

Frank on the other hand seemed to keep going over and over in his head about what he wanted to say to you. Wasn’t sure if he should. It was kind of tempting to just do what he always did and just say fuck it. To drink his sorrows away. Do some coke and fuck them problems.

Except you’d made him stop doing shit like that and had turned him into a fucking sap for you. One whose stomach turned at the idea of you finding out if he did some shit like that again. Hated that he’d pushed you away.

Just didn’t want to embarrass himself all over. He’d done that enough the other day.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted you. Finally deciding to just do it.

“Hey, Frank,” you replied, through gritted teeth. Feeling bundles of nerves clench in your stomach.

“Oh come on,” he said. “Where’s my hug?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes as he stretched out his arm wanting so badly to tell him to fuck all the way off. But then it was hard seeing him all wounded puppy eyed.

Instead of completely rejecting him, you went in for a side hug. Only for him to grab you tightly. Making sure he could squeeze you.

“Can we talk later?” He whispered in your ear.

“Maybe,” you replied, but honestly you weren’t in the mood to start a scene.

“Don’t think I won’t ask again,” he said into your ear. “Keep asking and asking until you’re sick of me.”

“Do whatever you need to do,” you replied.

Not like he didn’t think you’d be stubborn. Of course you were. Couldn’t resist it.

Frank watched as you ended up outside with your girls. Going from shots to beers. Dancing with them.

He kept a close eye on you. Always wanted you to have fun and didn’t mind being the person to have to care for you after. Except if you were pushing him away he couldn’t exactly do that.

As you’d already been drinking it didn’t take long for you to hit the point of no return. Especially as some guy was trying to push all up on you.

He hates to admit it even as he could hear your voice nagging at him to back off in his head, but he just couldn’t. What was he supposed to do let you go home with some dork. Some other guy. Yeah that wasn’t going to happen. Even if you were pissed at him.

“Alright, I think you’ve had enough,” Frank said, swooping in.

“What?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. “I know you think you are, but you’re not the boss of me.”

Well what what the fuck was he supposed to do? Just let you go home with someone else right in front of him? Yeah the fuck right.

“Cut that shit out,” he replied. “I’m taking you home.”

“Let go of me! You’re not my daddy!” You said.

Frank narrowed his eyes at you. Grabbing your hand to yank you away. Like hell he wasn’t. You’d really, really pissed him off now.

It wasn’t like he didn’t know about your kinks. Had teased you enough the first time he found out. If anything that was what had gotten him to really start thinking about you after he’d gotten down joking with you.

So yeah you knew what the fuck you were doing when you called him that in particular. And he wasn’t going to just let you have your fucking way.

He didn’t give a shit if you wanted to be stubborn. “What the hell is your problem?” You asked him with your arms folded from the passenger seat of his car.

As if you didn’t know. Fuck. No one pissed him off like you did. Honestly he really should be taking it as a talent. How you seemed to be the one person he could love most but it meant that you could get under his skin like no one else could.

Hell even you were annoyed that you ended up here. Had been trying so hard to come off as uncaring but you were drunk and he always took care of you when you were drunk. Why would it change now. But you were supposed to be mad at him.

“You’re my problem,” he grumbled back. “Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re fucking doing.”

You scoffed. “And what am I doing?”

“Getting on my nerves,” was all he said.

That only made you roll your eyes. He was so damn annoying. “You better be taking me home,” you said, crossing your arms.

“I am taking you home,” he said in a huff.

“Really because it looks like we’re on our way to your house,” you said.

“Exactly. I’m taking you home,” he replied with a smirk not giving two shits about your attitude. That’s okay you wanted to act like this, he had no problem showing you how much it irritated him.

“Take. Me. Home,” you huffed, crossing your arms.

Frank rolled his eyes at your behavior. As if he wasn’t used to you being a brat. Even before your little makeover that’s how you were. A little fucking brat.

This was just the shit he had to deal with when it comes to you. And yet all he could do was be in his feelings thinking about how much more it made him want you.

Even as you went off on him in the passenger seat. He didn’t care. He wasn’t even listening. Just wanted to get you back to his place so he could shut you up.

“I said take me home!” You yelled at him as he pulled up outside of his place as he cut off the car. Still ignoring you as he took off his seatbelt and got out of the car. You pouting in the passenger seat with your arms crossed like a fucking baby. That’s fine. You wanted to be like that. He didn’t mind taming a little fucking brat like you.

“Get out of the car,” he demanded as you looked away from him. “Get out or I’ll snatch you out.”

That’s what made your head snap to him. Almost like you were considering it until you replied, “oh please you’re not gonna do shit.”

Oh you were really trying to irritate him. Had to know what the fuck you were doing by acting like this. Fuck you were so- he clearly needed to show you that he was not one to be fucked with.

“Hey!” You squealed as he leaned over you to take off your seatbelt. Grabbing your arms so he could do exactly as he threatened. Picking you up and not caring as you smacked at his body as he carried you up the stairs of his complex.

Frank was fucking over it. Over pretending he didn’t want you. Over you acting like you didn’t want him when he knows you did. Even if you were smacking as his shoulder me as you hung upside down over it.

“Let go of me!” You shrieked.

Frank set you down on the floor. Not giving you a chance to get steady as he pushed you against the wall and between him. “I’m taking you inside and you’re going to like it. Am I clear?” He growled, grabbing your arm to push it against the wall.

You bit your lip. Half a mind to tell him to fuck off and take you home again. The other part of you the stupid nagging on just made me look up at him with Bambi eyes.

“I’m tired of playing games with you” he grumbled. “Tired of you ignoring my fucking calls and shit. I text you and you don’t even fucking respond.”

Your lip trembled, looking away from him. “Yeah because you were an asshole. I didn’t wanna talk to you.”

Frank’s eyes settling on your lips as you spoke. “Baby, look, you know I wasn’t trying to hurt you-,”

“I actually don’t know that. You don’t exactly have the best track record.” Your eyes finally starting to feel all hazy. Fuck no. You did not need to cry right now. Not in front of Frank of all people.

He put a hand under your chin, making you look at him. Your eyes connecting with those soft baby blues of his. “Bullshit. You know what I think? I think you wish I’d hurt you. I think you wish I’d grab you by your hair and pull inside. I bet you wouldn’t have stopped me if I grabbed your ass and told you it was mine. I think that’s what all of this is about. You’re scared of me taking control, but it’s all you can think about.”

Frank pressed his nose against the side of your face as he spoke into your ear. Close as hell. Way closer than you’d think you could handle. Biting your lip to hold in a whimper that was threatening to escape. It was not fair that he was doing this to you.

“Tell me I’m fuckin’ lying and I’ll let you go right now, but if you can’t I want you to get your ass upstairs like a good girl and let daddy fuck you exactly like you’ve been in wanting me to.”

You felt so tongue tied as he spoke down at you. Hating how your body reacted to his threats. While it clearly wanted exactly what he was telling you, your brain was telling to to run away.

But fuck, his hands felt so good as they grabbed your hips. Your skin prickling under his touch. Nipples getting harder against your padded bra.

“Tell me you don’t want me,” he said. “And I’ll leave you alone. We can go back to being just friends and I can live with that, but if not then I’m ready to take the chance.” He swallowed.

Your bottom lip trembling as you finally answered. “You’re full of shit.”

“Yeah?” He asked. “Think so?”

You nodded, once again looking away from him. He did that shit were he made you look back at him again. “… no…” you finally admitted.

Frank rolled his eyes. “Sick of this shit. You’re mine. I’m yours. Got it?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He shook his head. “No. You know what the fuck I want.”

“I… you know I can’t just-,” you stopped to breathe. “Not like… that.”

“What not?” He asked, tired of you beating around the bush. Fuck it was all he could think about since he found out. Since he read that shit on your phone. Even back then.

Except the difference between then and now was that he didn’t have to worry about seeing you with anyone else. Yeah that was fucked up, but fuck he’d been so used to you keeping to yourself and now look at you. All glammed up and daring every man to get your attention. He couldn’t let someone else had it. Not after he was the one that had it for so long.

He never had to share you before, why would he start now. Good thing your stubborn ass got it together. And yet you were still trying to resist him.

“Because I don’t even know if I can trust you,” you blurted out. Hell may as well put all your cards out on the table. Why wouldn’t you. If you and Frank were going to do this, you were going to do it right.

“I’ve never given you a reason to not trust me,” he said, furrowing his brow.

“Bullshit.” You laughed. “I’ve been friends with you for how long? I know exactly how you are and as much as I can tell myself that I’m different, am I? I don’t wanna get attached and then-,”

Frank sighed, putting his hands on your arms. “I know. Okay. That’s why it took me so long, but, Baby, I’ve wanted you for I don’t know how long and I’m not about to fuck it up.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” you said, crossing your arms.

He looked down at you, blue eyes meeting yours. Not like he shouldn’t have expected you to be stubborn. “Okay.” He leaned down and kissed your cheek. “If I have to prove it to you, I will.”

You shrugged. “Okay.”

Frank tilted his head to the side getting a good look at you. Fuck you looked beautiful. Fine. You wanted him to prove it. He would. Bring on the pressure.

He kissed you again. This time with no intention of stopping. Happy when you didn’t either. Pulling you into his apartment. Tired of waiting to get you into his bed.

Your arms went around his check as he pressed you into the door once he closed it behind himself. “You’re mine,” he whispered against your lips. “All mine.”

“Then you’re mine, too,” you said.

“You know I am, Baby.” He went back to putting his lips on yours. Not being able to help himself and he couldn’t get enough. Unlike last time, he wasn’t going to let you get away from him.

“Ugh, yes,” you whined as his lips touched your neck. Your hands grabbing at his shirt. Fuck you wanted him bad. Much more than you thought you did.

“Sound so fucking good when you moan,” he said into your ear. Fuck he needed you. Had been needing you and now he was about to finally fucking have you.

Clothes littered the floor on the way to his bedroom. Before laying you down. “Take this shit off,” he said. Going to the back of your bra so he could unclasp it.

“Frank, I-,” you whined as he started kissing on your breasts. Taking one of your nipples into his mouth and making you let out a moan as soon as he ran his tongue over it. “Fuck!”

Fuck he could hear you make noises like that for the rest of his life. “Mine,” He whispered against your skin. Meaning every bit of it.

“Frankie,” you cried out, fuck his mouth felt so good on you.

It wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but fuck hearing you moan his name made his dick get harder against your thigh. Can’t believe it took him this long to do this. Should have been doing this for years.

He started kissing down your body ready to get you out of your panties. “Not yet,” you whined. “More.”

Fucking brat. “I know, Baby, but I need to fuck you.”

“But,” you stopped to let out a little mewl, “it felt so good I was so close.”

“You were gonna cum from me sucking on your tits?” He asked.

You nodded. “Uh huh,” you whimpered.

Well, that was definitely noted. Seeing how sensitive you were was making him crazy. “Can’t believe it took me this long to find out what a needy little slut you are.”

As soon as he got to your center and was able to hook the little fabric around his fingers so he could finally tug it down. Frank whispered a fuck under his breath as your wetness came into view. Not sure he could have even stopped himself when he put his mouth on your pussy.

“Ah!” You gasped out. Hands going to Frank’s hair as his tongue worked your clit. “Fu-fuck,” voice turning into a whimper.

His hands looped under your thighs to spread you out even more. Fuck he felt like he was at a feast with how yummy you were. Could definitely see him being addicted to this.

“Don’t stop-,” you threw your head back, as he licked down to your opening. Fuck, he loved how vocal you were.

Your stomach clenched and you instinctively put your hand against your clit. Only for him to smack it away so he could do it.

“Right there!” You sobbed out. “Fuck, Frank- Frank- Frank, you’re gonna-,” you stopped to hiccup, “you’re gonna make me cum!”

Hmmm, as good as the idea of that was the idea of you cumming around him was so much more tempting. “Not yet, Baby. You cum when I tell you.” He peppered kisses along your thighs.

“No! Please! I need it!” You begged. “I’ll suck your dick after.”

Frank laughed. Fuck you really were a little slut. How the fuck did he miss this. Meanwhile you were trying to force yourself to dial it back a little. Couldn’t help it how far gone you were. Felt like he’d already fucked you stupid and you hadn’t even had his dick in you yet.

He climbed back on top of you, not caring about your protests before pressing his lips to yours again. “Want you cumming on my dick first. Show you that nobody can do you like I will. Need to ruin other men for you.”

As if he already hadn’t.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked.

He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, but I’m not stopping,” he said as he spread your thighs apart as he lined your entrance up with the head of his cock.

“Wait, what?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not wearing condoms when I fuck you. This is my pussy. If I get you pregnant then so fucking be it,” he said and fuck you hated how hot that sounded.

The anticipation made your stomach turn. Could you really handle this? Fuck he was big. Could you even take him. Not like he was giving you a choice at this point. Not like you didn’t want it.

“But-,”

“Are you on birth control?” He asked.

You shook your head. “You know I’m not.”

“Good.” With that he pushed the tip in. Making you hiss as he inched in deeper. Mouth dropping open as you looked between the two of you. Watching as he filled you up. “My pussy. I’ll cum in it as much as I want,” he whispered in your ear.

Not like you could try to hide how turned on that made you. Not with how fucking wet you were. Not the way you were trying to suck him in as your pussy clenched around him as soon as it could.

Frank bit his lip as he looked down at you. Grabbing the back of your hair so you had to meet his eyes. Smashing his lips to yours again. You gasped more against his mouth. Barely giving you anytime to adjust to it.

“Tight little cunt, fuck,” he groaned as he started to move. Your face going into his neck

“Frankie!” You mewled, as he fucked into you.

He grabbed your hair so you had to look at him again. “Eyes on me, Baby. Want you to look at me when I make you cum.”

Nodding as you bit your lip. It was probably for the best you didn’t know his dick was this good sooner. Better than the fantasies you’d built up in your head.

Pussy getting tighter around him as you were already pent up after being denied before. “‘m gonna cum,” you whimpered.

“Do it, Baby,” he whispered against your lips. “Cum for me.” Lips hovering against yours as he said. “Be my good girl and cum for me.”

You nodded. Face screwing up as your chest shook. Letting out a cry, nails digging into his back as you did what he told you to. Cumming around his dick. Pussy clamping down and forcing him to slip out.

“Frank!” You cried out his name, clinging to him now.

He scooped you up. Letting you cling all you wanted. Looking down into your eyes cuz fuck you looked beautiful like this for him. He needed to see you like this way more often.

Then he could help himself as he put his thumb against your clit. Making you put your hand against your mouth as you cried out.

Frank grabbed your hand. Bringing it up. “Nuh uh, I want my fucking neighbors to hear you when you cum on my dick. Let everybody know I’m fucking you good.”

You nodded and sniffled at that. Still trying to hold it in as your head went back again. Fuck.

With her his finger went to your opening. Pushing two fingers inside your pussy. “Fuck, did I just say?” He asked.

“I- ugh- I,” felt like you couldn’t get your head together. The pleasure becoming a little too much. Your body reacting to it all like this was the first time you’d ever been fucked.

“Can’t speak now?” He asked, with a raised eyebrow. “You were talking all that shit earlier though.”

Using his fingers to bring you on the verge of another orgasm. “I’m- ugh you’re gonna make me cum again!” You whined.

“Then do it,” Frank demanded. Putting his face in yours. Daring you. “Say my fucking name and cum for me.”

“I-,” you brought your legs up holding the back of your thighs. Toes en pointe. Wanting to give him as much access as you could as he leaned back on top of you. “Frank,” you gave in to exactly what he asked for. Why even fight it anymore.

“That’s right. That’s my fucking girl,” Frank growled as you squirted on his fingers. Rubbing you a little more furiously so he could prolong it when he felt the wetness hit his palm. “Fuuuuuuck, Y/N.”

“Ah!” You screamed out. Letting go of your legs as you tried to inch back. Not that he would let you. As soon as Frank realized what you were trying to do he wrapped an arm around you, holding you in place. “Frank! I can’t!”

“Yes you can,” he immediately replied. Not at all willing to take that as an answer. “Be a good girl and take it for me, Baby. Don’t you wanna be my good girl.”

You nodded with a whimper. “I- yes, but- ah!” Had gotten way past coherent thought.

Frank grinned as he noticed that look in your eyes. Leaning down to kiss your nose. Fuck you looked beautiful all dressed up, but like this? No this was all for him. Yeah fucking right he’d let you go home with some other guy. And let him take his place? Fuck that. You were his and you and everyone else needed to know that.

With that, he got back on top of you. Not giving you a minute to adjust as he fucked back into you. Suddenly feeling incredibly territorial. You needed to be the first one to know that you were his. “Whose pussy is this?” He asked.

Nails scratching into him as you whimpered. “It’s yours.”

Fuck. Frank felt himself ready to burst at that. Sounded so damn pretty coming from your lips. Needed to hear it again. “Whose pussy is this?” He repeated.

“It’s yours!” You sobbed.

“Cum for me one more time,” he grunted, feeling his orgasm getting closer but he wanted you to let go one more time. Didn’t need you thinking he was selfish for your first time. “Want my pussy cum for me.”

With his words he felt you tighten around him again. Cries come from your lips as you did as he told you to. Finally giving himself permission to do the same.

Frank pushed his cock in until he was right against your cervix as he finally came deep inside of you. Hips rocking with a slight edge as he tried to push his seed deeper into you. As if this was the mark you needed to keep other men away.

Finally he stilled. Laying his head on your breasts. Breathing deeply as he collapsed on top of you. Scratching your fingernails along his back as the two of you came down from your highs.

By the time he rolled off of you, you didn’t think you could even move. Body frozen as the aftermath of sex and booze finally getting to you.

Frank pulled you into his arms. Kissing the side of your head. “I love you,” he whispered. “Always have. Always will.”

As Frank looked down at you after noticing how quiet you were after his confession, he chuckled seeing you sound asleep. That’s okay. You’d talk in the morning.

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“Ugh,” you groaned as you opened your eyes. Peeking them open to the dark room around you. Head pounding and swirling at the same time. Once again feeling like you needed to throw up.

Sitting up and to pull the blankets off. Looking down at your naked body as everything from last night came flooding back. Shit. You were on his room. But where the hell was he?

Sure he talked a good game, but you knew Frank. What a flake he was. All he wanted to do was party and fuck and it’s not like you blamed him, but if he was serious as he said then he needed to keep that energy.

Like why the hell wouldn’t he be here as you threw up. Though maybe it was much less embarrassing alone.

You brushed your teeth after. Hopping into the shower to feel a little less gross. Climbing back into bed after putting one of his t-shirts on to fall back to sleep. Groaning as you wish you’d gotten a water bottle or something. Can’t believe you’d gotten that drunk last night. How embarrassing.

Resting your eyes again, mind wandering to the sex. Fuck. Can’t say he didn’t do you right. He might be full of shit but at least he fucked you right. Asshole couldn’t even be here right now.

“Y/N? You awake?” You heard him whisper into the dark. As much as you wanted to jump up and let him know you were awake to talk some shit to his face, you were too goddamn tired.

You peeped your eyes open to see his keys laid on the nightstand, his running shoes in the corner. Figures he’d still go for a run even after getting laid last night. You could tell he’d already showered by how good he smelled. Wanted to bury your nose into him. “Y/N,” he whispered softly. “Wake up, Baby. We’re going out for breakfast remember.”

Your heart fluttered at the nickname. Groaning as you thought about getting up again. “No,” you groaned.

Frank couldn’t help it as he smiled. Stubborn girl. “You okay?” He asked.

“No,” you repeated. “I just threw up. I don’t wanna go anywhere.”

“Ah, shit. Want me to order something? I can do that.”

You nodded. “Please?”

Frank pouted. Leaning down to press his lips to your temple. “Alright. Whatever you want, Baby.”

There goes that damn nickname again.

Waking up finally, you looked like the old you. Natural hair out and braided so that it was out of your face. Beautiful no matter what you did.

After ordering breakfast and getting you water, he climbed in beside you. Burying your head into his chest. Sure you were trying to be stubborn but you couldn’t help yourself. He was just so cozy.

You sat up, reaching for your cup. Taking a sip. And welcoming the feeling of your stomach starting to settle.

You drifted off again. Getting way more comfortable than you meant to with your head on his chest. Him peppering your head with kisses. Ready to lay there as long as you needed him too.

“No,” you mumbled, grip tightening on him as he tried to move out from under you, waking you up.

Frank chuckled. “I have to get the food.”

“Nuh uh,” you groaned.

He swatted your butt before taking a handful of it into his palm. Not able to help himself. He didn’t care what you’d say about it. This was his ass and he wasn’t going to keep his hands off of it.

Lucky for him you didn’t make a move to get him to stop. Why would you after last night. “Fine you stay here and I’ll-,” he tried moving out of the way except you held onto him tighter. He couldn’t help it as he smirked to himself at your reaction. His needy fucking girl. “Here how about I carry you to the couch. That better?” He asked.

“Mhm,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

It’s not like he didn’t have the habit of spoiling you for as long as the two of you had been friends. It really was only a matter of time before the two of you hooked up. Had already turned him into a sap for you.

Frank laid you down on the couch. Kissing your forehead before going to fetch the food despite your protests for him to stay. Brat.

When he came back, setting the bags on the coffee table, you hardly wasted anytime. Climbing on his lap as if you couldn’t go a minute. Frank smiled to himself, kissing your cheek. “Needy girl.”

You scrunched your nose at his words. Even though he was right that didn’t mean you weren’t in denial about it. Instead you reached for the remote going to Netflix as you ignored it. Asking him if he wanted to watch the show the two of you had been binge watching together.

“Surprised you didn’t finish it without me,” he said, taking the food out of the bag.

“I was tempted to,” you replied.

“But, you didn’t,” he added, holding your sandwich up to your face to take a bite before taking it out of his hands altogether.

You finished chewing, looking over at him. “I mean, it’s not too late to,” you replied. “Make you suffer through Selling Sunset.”

Frank looked at you and rolled his eyes. “Hell no. Put it on before I spank your ass.”

You stiffened at the threat, looking up at him before doing as you were told. Oh? So that was the magical button. Huh. He could really get used to that.

You got up after to wash your hands and throw your stuff away when you were done. Frank staying right where he was except when he needed to use the bathroom. Then taking back his spot next to you.

“So where’s Maya?” You finally asked him, eyes still focused on the screen. “I thought the two of you were kicking it or whatever.”

Frank chuckled. “Yeah we were. Shit changes.”

“Clearly.” Okay so obviously you were still upset with him. And no amount of breakfast food would fix that. Hell he thought his dick would have shown you that. What the hell had even happened. You’d went from being all over him to irritated all over again.

“Look…” he started. “Okay come on. No way you’re still mad. I thought we were good,” he replied. Really not wanting to fight. Couldn’t things just be simple already.

You crossed your arms across your chest suddenly wishing you’d put on pants or underwear. It wasn’t even that he wasn’t right. More so that you didn’t want him to be.

“I don’t know how many times I’ll have to tell you I’m sorry until you believe it,” he said, pulling you closer. Sick of you being so far away. Especially since you were his now whether you wanted to argue about this or not.

“Look… when I kissed you that day, I really didn’t mean for it to end up like that. I was in my head and Maya had been complaining that I was spending too much time with you,” he explained. “So I thought fuck it why not maybe I really do and then I don’t know when things didn’t stop-,”

“Yeah I was there we don’t really need to rehash this,” you cut him off.

“But, we do,” he asserted. “Because for the first time in a long time, Babe, I realized… I felt something and it scared me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, i know everyone wouldn’t stop talking about how perfect you were together.”

Frank sighed because holy shit how were you not getting it. So goddamn stubborn. What was he supposed to do with you. How the hell were you not getting it!

“I’m not talking about Maya!” He replied. “Fuck, Y/N. What don’t you get!”

“Then tell me! You’re the one being weird!”

“Because I’m in love you with you, you jerk.”

That’s when time had felt like it had stopped. Both of you suddenly holding your breaths. Your mouth dropping open then closing.

Frank shifted his eyes away when it became clear you weren’t going to say anything back. “… forget I said anything,” he said, ready to save himself further embarrassment.

“Don’t…” you suddenly said in a small voice. One he doesn’t think he ever heard from you before. “Don’t say that again…”

“Well, you’re not exactly responding, okay?” He scoffed.

“… I just… you can’t say that and not mean it okay. Once you say it you can’t take it back,” you whispered.

Frank sighed watching as your lip quivered. Tilting his head to the side so he could get a really good look of you with your eyes all round. “I’m not gonna take it back,” he replied.

“Promise?” You asked holding out your hand, extending your pinky finger.

This time he chuckled. Fucking nerd. “I promise.” Hooking his own pinky with yours.

You bit your bottom lip, feeling like you were scared to make even a peep again. His confession rendering you even more confused than before. On one hand, shocked. On another hand kind of feeling stupid for being so mad at him.

But, then there was another part…

One of the reasons his reaction had pissed you off so bad because you thought out of all guys, Frank wouldn’t be the one to leave. That the two of you finally kiss and then the two of you stopped talking. It fucking hurt. He should have been here kissing your ass after that. It made you feel so… you’d had a rough few weeks.

So now he was here telling you why. Honestly he was lucky you didn’t tell your brother on him. Had been wondering how could he do that. And now…

“What’s wrong?” He asked, noticing how quiet you ended up getting again. The way your eyes seemed to get all shiny. Ah shit. “Please. I want us to be able to talk to each other. I’m sorry for not being around, but we’ve never not talked to each other. I don’t wanna lose that.”

“You ghosted me,” you said. “It- it fucking broke me, Frank.”

Yeah he knew he was an asshole for that. He didn’t mean to ghost you. It wasn’t like that. He just… fuck he was an ass.

“I know, Baby,” he said, finally pulling you into a hug finally just pulling you into his lap. Holding onto your little . “I’m sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, okay?” Frank kissed the side of your head. Nuzzling you with his nose. “I’m sorry, Baby. I’m sorry.”

He could feel your tears getting his shirt wet. All he could do was hold you. Fuck he hated that he made you feel like this.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I know. I was an asshole.”

Not like he wasn’t already aware. Not like you hadn’t seen him treat other women exactly the same. Fuck. No wonder you’d been so mad at him.

“I’ll make it up to you, okay?” He whispered into your temple. “Do whatever I need to. I’m sorry, Baby.”

You sniffled pulling away. “I like it when you call me Baby.”

“Yeah?” He asked, he put his hand under your chin.

“Yeah,” you whispered softly.

“I like calling you Baby,” he whispered back.

“Are we gonna be one of those annoying couples that are always telling each other to hang up first?” You asked.

“Oh? We’re a couple now?” He asked as a smile spread across his face.

“No. I said are we going to be.”

“Ha,” he laughed. “We just might be, Baby. But first, let me make it up to you.”

You nodded. “Okay. How?”

“Well, first of all, I don’t want us to have sex again until the time is right. I don’t want you to think I’m just trying to hit and quit. I want you to trust me.”

Frank grabbed your hand. Lacing your fingers together. “Are you sure?”

“Mhm,” he replied, leaning over to kiss your temple again. “I’ll do anything to prove myself to you. Make you trust me.”

“Ok,” you whispered, head laying on his shoulder as you stayed curled in his lap.

Couldn’t believe the two of you had finally made it this far, but now that you were this was it for him.

[cherthegoddess]

Sneak Peek of His Sunshine

Heyyy guys! Here's a quick sneak peek of something I've been working on called His Sunshine, a Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader. It's definitely a Grumpy x Sunshine fic and I've been having dreams about this story! I'm excited for everyone to read it so please enjoy! Oh! And same warnings as my other stories, this is written with a black reader in mind but anyone can read it!

His Sunshine

Bucky was already exhausted from the day and it was barely 11. He did his early morning run with Steve and Sam. He tried to avoid Tony to the best of his ability. Got unfortunately caught, with that one Parker kid. And now some alien losers decided that today was a fantastic day to try to invade the Earth for whatever reason. He just wanted to go back to his bed, read some books, and be away from all people, but luck was not on his side. He dodged the punches being thrown his way landing a few with his metal one. There just seemed to be too many. He watched as Steve killed one with a few more coming behind him. Bucky ran to help him swiftly getting away from the debris of the battle. He pulled a gun out of his holster when he knew he wasn’t going to get there in time, killing two and alarming Steve of their presence. He fought back-to-back with Steve. This battle wouldn’t be over for hours. Every time they killed one another popped up and every Avenger they could gather was there. 

Not long after the brush of defeat was starting to come into the air, a few of the aliens were screaming in pain from suddenly being lit on fire, others having branches growing out of their noses. The UFO that was in the air was being broken down piece by piece. The Avengers searched for their unknown hero. “Heyy guys sorry I’m late” Their heads quickly turned to the sky looking at the woman in the air wearing all blue, her identity hidden with a mask. The woman salutes before finishing off the rest of the aliens with bursts of fire, winds, and poor plants that have seen the back and front ends of the aliens. Bucky watched in awe with the others at her speed and effectiveness, all while not even lifting a finger. The others gathered in a small huddle and the woman began to finally hit the ground in front of them. “Whew! Those aliens were really something huh?” Their eyes train behind her as the city begins to rebuild itself. The woman looks behind her to see what they are staring at. “How in the…” She laughs. Waving her hand. “Oh, that’s me! Just doing a little cleanup!” Bucky looks at Steve confused, Steve shrugs his shoulders in response before stepping up. “Ma’am, who are you and where did you come from?” The woman grins. “Oh, my god. The Captain America is talking to me! Sorry, who am I, was your first question right? I’m Y/n. I don’t exactly have a cool superhero name yet. I didn’t realize how hard it would be to pick one, especially with two powers, you gotta honor both. Sorry, I’m rambling! Second question, I’m from Harlem born and bred. I was actually building up the courage to come to tell you guys about me and hopefully become an Avenger, but then you know aliens! Now I’m here!” The woman, who long-windedly, explained her name to be Y/n finally finished with a proud grin on her face. “Okay, Scrappy doo, how did you do all of this?” Tony motions to the buildings that were freshly repaired. “I would love to explain, but repairing buildings and fighting aliens is kind of a draining task, is it possible we could go to the tower? I can explain everything there especially if you want to test me to see all the cool things I can do as well?” They eyed each other, Bucky more weary of Y/n. She was too… nice. Too happy even after being in the face of danger. And even more worrisome, she was powerful. “Fine kid but you have to stay by Barnes’ side until we get there, we don’t trust you quite yet,” Bucky’s eyes shoot to Tony glaring harshly even after Steve places a hand on him so he doesn’t say anything. Y/n’s eyes for the first time since her appearance, meet his., she grins and waves, making her way over to him. He rolls his eyes.  Tony tells F.R.I.D.A.Y to send a quadjet. 

[botnasty]

The Missing Link

Pornstar!Bucky Barnes X Director!Reader

Words: 2.2k words

Warnings: Smut (Duh), lill past trauma, but sweet ass bucky.

Note: I am getting rid of some of my draft and this was part of it.

Main Masterlist

“Where is she? She was the one who begged to do a shoot with him!” It was almost chaos in the house you rented. Everyone was ready for today; the cameras were set up, Bucky Barnes, aka The White Wolf as the porn industry calls him, was in the back getting ready with his fluffer. Everything was set and ready, except for his co-star. She was the one who approached you in the first place, Bucky’s manager, to do this shoot with him. She had begged you for months to be able to do a video with him, and the moment it was supposed to happen, she disappeared.

“Did you contact her manager?” asked one of the cameramen. You almost wanted to roll your eyes. “Of course I did, John. What do you think I’ve been doing all this time? He says he can’t contact her either. She is completely AWOL.” Your hands were almost shaking. You couldn’t just ask everyone who came; unfortunately, they weren’t needed... And Bucky, you made him come out here on his day off. You couldn’t just tell him it was all for nothing.

“Think, think.” You said to yourself as you kept on pacing in the white hallway that led to the bedroom where the shooting was supposed to happen – hopefully. What did your own manager do when you were a pornstar? You sighed and leaned against the wall. He would have done nothing, since he was a sack of shit who literally stole money from you, which was the reason you left being a porn star to become a manager yourself.

Years ago, being a pornstar was some of the worst times of your life. The lack of respect and regulation in the industry made it hard for anyone to truly enjoy what they did. It was a world where exploitation lurked behind the glamor, where your worth was often measured by your ability to perform on camera rather than your humanity. 

But now, times have changed. The industry has evolved, becoming more professional and respectful of its performers. Your own experiences in the past have shaped the way you approach your current role as a manager. You left behind the world of adult entertainment, partly because of the exploitation you faced, but also because of a manager who took advantage of you, stealing money and betraying your trust.

Despite the challenges you faced, you've found a way to navigate the industry with integrity. Your decision to step back into a role you thought you had left behind speaks to your dedication to ensuring the success of this shoot. You're willing to do what it takes to make sure everything goes smoothly, even if it means revisiting a past you'd rather forget.

“Boss, you okay?” You jumped back to see Bucky out of the room that was assigned to his dressing room. He had no shirt on, only a pair of jeans, which was how he was supposed to be in the scene. “Yeah, all is good, but I think you heard about the problem.”

“She still hasn’t shown up?” He tossed his hair back with his hand. “Well, this complicates things… Maybe I could do a solo shoot? It could be a solution,” he grinned, "because I do not think any random co-star will pop out of nowhere.”

You walked closer to him and looked up into his eyes. “You could, but there is also another solution, only if you are comfortable with it…”

It’s like he knew exactly what you were talking about because his eyes widened. “You would do that? But wasn’t your experience in the past something you told me you never would’ve wanted to do again?”

You looked at the time on your phone. “I know, but it would be necessary. We are on contract, and the agency wants a full video, not just a solo one.” You tried your best to keep your voice steady. You trusted Bucky; you knew him ever since he was an amateur in the porn industry, and you knew how he was with all his co-stars. He always tried to make them comfortable, get to know them a little so that when the camera rolled, everything went smoothly.

“You would trust me with that?” He scratched his pec and leaned closer to you as you nodded. “Okay, and I am comfortable doing that with you too, but if at any time, it gets too much, we stop, and I do not care what the agency says. It’s not our fault she didn’t show up.” His eyes went back and forth between yours. “Are we clear?” You wanted to laugh. You were the manager here; you were supposed to be the one comforting and all that, but here he was doing that to you.

“Yeah, big guy, I guess it’s time for me to go get ready. I'll tell everyone it’s almost ‘go’ time. And you,” you pointed at him, “Go back to your fluffer and get ready.” You said with a smile.

He smiled back. “Oh, I do not think I’ll need one for this shoot.”

After the decision is made for you to step in as Bucky's co-star, the atmosphere on set shifts. The initial tension and uncertainty give way to a focused determination to make the best of the situation. As you both prepare for the scene, there's a sense of mutual respect and understanding between you and Bucky, forged through years of working in the industry.

As the cameras start rolling, the room falls into a hushed anticipation, a quiet reverence for the performance about to unfold. You and Bucky stand facing each other, the air thick with tension and unspoken words. The set fades away, and it's just the two of you, locked in a moment that feels both intimate and exhilarating.

Bucky's touch is like fire against your skin, igniting a passion that burns brightly between you. His eyes are intense, filled with a hunger that mirrors your own. Your head is all over the place as to what is about to unfold. You can feel the heat of his body radiating against yours, heightening every sensation, every touch.

"You ready?" Bucky's voice is a low growl, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. His fingers start stroking the skin on your arms.

You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "More than ready."

He grins, “Well then, let’s start this.” He grabbed your head in his big hands and kissed you on the lips. Never in your life would you have ever thought of being on the receiving end of Bucky Barnes. You had always guiltily imagined it: being his co-star. Your arm traveled around his neck as your other hand explored his tone body. He was so firm at all the right places. You wanted to smirk when you heard him growl as you reached lower and lower.

Suddenly, before you could even reach his bulge, he let go of you. “Get on your knees, baby. Come on.” He let you slide down on your knee as he held to your hair. “Get in out for me.”

“I happily will.” You couldn’t help but say. You licked your lips when you saw a glimpse of the head poking out from the top of his boxer. He was so big, you were already salivating at the thought of having him in your mouth. 

As you pulled down the boxers, his dick springs out, the tip so red it looked uncomfortable. You placed your hands on his thighs and let a drool of spit land on the tip. It’s so thick you couldn’t help but think. You wrapped your hand around the base and you heard his breath hitch. You looked up at him and saw his eyes were dark with desire. “Fuck my face, big guy.” Was the last thing you said before he took your head in his hands and pushed his dick deep inside your mouth, almost choking you. He must have realized his mistake because he asked you: “If it’s too much, tap my thigh twice.” You never did. 

His dick was so heavy in your mouth, so hot. You had never liked sucking your co-star’s dick before, but his dick was now part of the exception. Hesitantly, he let out a low groan, shutting his eyes tightly as he gripped onto your hair even more tightly. His free hand went instinctively towards his chest- covering his heart that was now racing wildly.”Fucking hell, baby. You have such a wet mouth. It feels so good.”

His head fell back slightly, letting out a shaky exhale." Jesus fucking Christ." He muttered, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. A small smile appeared on his lips though as he opened them again.”Squeeze my balls, baby. Grab them in your hands.” As you did a loud groan left his mouth and he suddenly pulled out.

“I was about to cum, baby. Oh, fuck.” You smirked.

“Oh really? And here I thought the big bad wolf had more in him.” You taunted him. You saw a big smirk appear on his face. “Oh, you asked for it baby.” He grabbed you suddenly, a little gasp leaving your mouth, and threw you on the bed.

“Touch yourself. I want to see what you do when you think of my dick every night.” Slowly you brought your hands to your tits, your fingers twisting your nipples as you looked straight in his eyes. You saw him swallowed thickly, still staring at you with an unreadable expression. For a moment, it’s like he was simply watching  you – taking in every detail of your appearance, committing it to memory.

With one last pinch you brought your hand to your clit, never in your life had you been this wet in a shoot. Always, before, the guy needed to use lube with you, but this time, you could feel some wetness dripping down your thighs and also down your ass. It had been such a long time since you’ve felt pleasure at all.

He got on top of you, hid dick in his hand. "I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby.” He said loud enough for the camera to pick it up, but in your ears he whispered: “You okay?" he asks, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

You smile, a mix of gratitude and admiration in your gaze. "I'm perfect. You're amazing."

He pecked your lips. “I’m gonna put it in…” He slapped his dick twice against your clip, making you jolt with a moan. The tip of his dick gently breached your opening and already you felt full. He was so big. You placed a hand on his lower back and bit on his neck as he went deeper. “OH, fuck. So fucking tight.”

Your hands grabbed whatever you could have he trusted deep inside of you. The wet sound of sex vibrating in the air, as he kept going. He growled. “I fucking love your pussy.” He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer as he went on his knees. “How come you hid this from me, huh?” You could feel all the ridges of his dick, how veiny it was and the tip always brushing your sweet spot inside in this position. 

You grabbed one of his hands and tried to bring it to your clit. “Please, please, please.” Once he understood, he started rubbing your clit with his thumb as he forced his dic depper in you. Everything was too much.

You let out a moan and tossed your head back, your legs were shaking all over the place. “I can feel you tightening, baby. Are you gonna cum like a good slut on my dick? You are, aren't you.” You tried to nod, but to no avail. Your body was just completely shaking, before you let out a loud moan and you felt your pussy tighten around him. Somehow this was enough to make Bucky Barnes, the man you knew could last for hours, to cum in you. He groaned and moaned as he kept on doing little thrust in you, making all of his cum pooling inside of you just as he fell down on you. Both sweaty bodies against each other and heavy breath mingling.

The room seems to pulse with a shared energy, a connection between you and Bucky that transcends the physical. When the director finally calls "cut," there's a moment of stillness, as if everyone is caught in the spell you've woven.

"You were incredible," Bucky says, his voice filled with genuine admiration and he kissed your cheek. "I couldn't have asked for a better co-star. Maybe we should do this again sometime"

You smile, feeling a sense of pride wash over you, a sense of reborn. "You weren't so bad yourself.”

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