#soft!dom Bucky

[stuckysbike]

More Than One Valentine

A/n: All mistakes are my own. Written on my phone.

Stucky x Reader, Bucky x reader, Stucky, Steve x reader

AU: you finally get Steve and Bucky together- now you need to work out what to do with yourself abs your broken heart.

Warnings: angst, smut, 18 plus only please, fluff, FWB situation, presumed unrequited love, polyamory, MMF, bisexual Stucky, Dom!Bucky, sub!Steve, switch!reader

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Bucky and Steve finally shared their first kiss on Valentine’s Day.

It was a bittersweet moment for you; you’d been trying to get them together for too long and now you had nothing to do, nowhere to go.

In a twisted and complicated situation you’d ended up as a FWB to both of them. It started with Bucky, a wet night with only his leather coat for shelter turned into desperate kissing and more. Then three months later he was on a mission and Steve had come in from a date in a terrible headspace.

You called Bucky because you didn’t know what else to do. Bucky’s advice was to screw Steve’s brains out.

“What?” You stuttered.

“He gets too into his head, you gotta’ help him clear it out doll,” Bucky said in that gruff tone.

“I - but - we-“

“Go ahead. I don’t mind sharing our arrangement with Stevie. Always shared everything with him anyway, you’re no different,” Bucky said as if you were an old coat or a favourite book.

It hurt, deep in your gut like a hand twisting it savagely, but you brushed it aside. You were just a couple of friends who tamed an itch. Bucky probably did it with lots of girls and guys. You weren’t his only one. You couldn’t be.

So you fell into a routine with them. If Steve had any reservations he didn’t share them and his mood changed, not just that night but overall. He was lighter, different like he had a plan again.

It was obvious they were in love, that they wanted each other. Everyone could see it, especially you. You spent most time with them, you saw the subtle touches, kind words and gentle gestures. You would find them making each other breakfast, or always making sure the other one was drinking enough water.

And the sex was …even? You never spent more time with one over the other. You went from one to the other than back.

Sometimes you didn’t even get to shower; after a night with Steve Bucky would drag you to his room in the morning to taste you while Steve went on a run. Sometimes Steve would come in after a long stint of being Captain America and bury his face in you pussy moments after Bucky had went to his own room.

“I can’t take it. They’re ruining my vagina,” you complained to Nat one evening after too many cocktails. The and my heart was left unspoken but you both knew it.

Nat had laughed anyway because in that moment you both needed to laugh. “Set them up.” She poured another drink. She wasn’t even following recipes any longer. It was shots of hard liquor that burned in the best way.

So you did, you made sure the floor you all shared was off limits, you lit candles and played soft music, dimmed the lights. You got your hands on some Asgardian Champagne, scattered rose petals and made sure both their bedrooms had ample supplies of lube and toys.

You made sure your own room had noise cancelling headphones, snacks and a queue of your favourite shows all lined up to make sure you didn’t think too much. Or hear too much.

You should have prepared for a broken heart.

Here they were after confessing their love and finally kissing as they stood in front of the massive windows. You were on the couch, you needed to start them off, convince them to take the leap, but as soon as they got lost in each other you stood and slipped away.

At least you tried to.

“Where are you going?” Steve asked, his voice small and vulnerable.

You froze and looked over your shoulder. They were both looking your way, faces unreadable.

“To give you both some privacy,” you said quietly.

“But we need to thank you,” Bucky’s voice was equally soft.

You offered them a smile, it was genuine because you were happy for them, you just realised too damn late that you’d fallen for both of them.

They walked towards you, a pair of supersoldiers, one beefy the other sculpted. One dark the other light.

Two pairs of blue eyes burned into your skin. You felt like crying, because it was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen and all they were going to do was hug you then get on with their lives.

Bucky caught your hand and pulled you towards his body but he turned you so your back was to his chest.

“Say thank you Stevie,” he growled.

Steve immediately dropped his mouth to yours. The kiss was gentle, just a brush of his pink lips as they pressed into yours. He pulled away after the kiss that was not just friendly. “Thank you.” He had that sincere look, the honest voice.

Your heart broke a little more.

And then Bucky was turning you in his arms and looking down at you. Steve’s big hands rested on your hips as he held you in place for Bucky. Bucky was rougher than Steve, his lips pressed you harder more demanding making you weak at the knees.

Where Steve asked Bucky took.

“Thank you,” Bucky said, a tiny smirk at the corner of his mouth. “Now where were we?”

And they started kissing over your shoulder. They moved close crushing your body between theirs, hands holding you still as they explored each others mouths.

You gasped and tried to slip away but you were trapped. You tried harder only for them to part and Bucky looked at you with hard eyes.

“Stop squirming doll, I’m kissing on my fella and you’re distracting me. You’ll get your turn.” You gaped up at Bucky but his focus was back on Steve. “Come ‘ere you.”

You could hear the wet noises of their kisses, could feel their physical reactions as you stood trapped between their hard bodies.

When they pulled apart for air you found yourself turned back to Steve and he was kissing you, desperate now as he licked into your mouth. He let out a needy moan as he lifted you and you had no choice but to wrap your legs around him.

“So fuckin’ sexy,” Bucky growled. His hands were on your hips and ass and it took you a moment to realise you were moving towards Steve’s bedroom.

Steve fell back on his bed and looked up at you with doe eyes, lips parted and pure trust. And something else you couldn’t place. You were straddling his waist when the bedroom door clicked shut.

“Don’t mind me,” Bucky sat on the chair in the corner, and you looked between them. Maybe this was one last night with them, and you would make it count before they got on with the rest of their lives without you.

In the bedroom Steve was submissive. It had surprised you at first; but it made sense. Steve carried the universe on his shoulders sometimes so it was natural that he’d want to forget. So you were what he needed you to be. You took charge, took care of him, made it so that he didn’t need a plan or a rousing speech in the bedroom.

Bucky was dominant, that didn’t surprise you at all. He needed control, where he’d been tortured before now he thrived in giving pleasure in making decisions, on taking care of his lovers. You let him take care of you, you basked in and enjoyed it. You loved the attention.

And you were the perfect switch between them giving each of them what they needed.

You bit your lip, nerves running through you but you pushed it aside to try and enjoy one last night with them both.

“Colour?” You asked.

“Green!” Steve said urgently.

“Steve, take your clothes off,” you said. Steve immediately sat up and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, looking between you and Bucky but you clicked your tongue and Steve’s eyes flew to you. “Eyes on me baby, you have him all to yourself soon enough.”

Steve’s eyebrows scrunched and Bucky shifted in his chair but you stayed still watching Steve. He folded his shirt then toed his shoes off, and as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops he looked down at you, holding it between big hands.

Bucky sucked in a breath as you nodded and Steve set the belt on the bed for later. He sat and removed his socks then his pants.

Once upon a time his cheeks would have been red by this point but Steve had gotten past that, he trusted you and with his attention on you the fact that Bucky was sitting right there didn’t even phase him.

His boxer briefs were navy blue, and it was obvious he was aroused by the whole situation. He looked at you as he thumbed the waistband.

“Won’t be much fun with them on will it Soldier?” You teased and his cheeks flushed a slight shade of pink before he started to push them down. “Eyes on me.” You reminded him and his confidence returned.

And then Steve was naked, standing tall and proud and fully erect. You looked at Bucky and he was watching the two of you with something that looked like pride.

“Why don’t you get your ring, plug and the lube?” You suggested to Steve.

Bucky groaned and you glanced over at him as Steve scrambled across the bed to grab what he wanted from underneath. “Do you want to cut in?”

Bucky smiled, warm and genuine and for a second your breath caught. “Yes,” he said softly. “But not yet. I’m dying to see where this goes.”

When you turned back to the bed Steve was kneeling in the middle, eyes wide and wet lips parted. “You look like a horny puppy.” You told him and it made him laugh.

You didn’t say anything else as you removed your clothes and Steve settled down to watch you, waiting patiently with his hands in his lap.

When you got to your bra and panties you hesitated but Bucky’s soft voice rang in your ears. “All of it.”

You looked over at him, making eye contact to acknowledge you’d heard him then nodded, holding his gaze.

You removed your bra, then panties and Steve let out a gentle moan.

“On your back baby,” you told Steve. He complied immediately and lay back, spreading his long legs so you could settle between his thighs. He handed you a pillow and you thanked him with a kiss to the lips then helped him place it under his hips. “Do you want your belt?”

Steve nodded eagerly and you handed it to him. Steve lay back with his arms stretched above his head holding the belt in his hands.

“Colour?” You checked.

“Green,” Steve said.

“Steve is such a good boy that he stays like that until he’s told to move,” you told Bucky. “Well, most of the time.”

Bucky laughed softly and you drew your focus back to Steve. Bending you kissed his thighs, nipping at sensitive skin. As you moved closer Steve moaned and gasped until finally you were pressing a chaste kiss to the base of his cock.

You kissed lower until your tongue reached his tightly furled ass, and then with wet licks you proceeded to help him relax. You didn’t notice Bucky get out of his chair, not until you saw the black vibranium hand resting on Steve’s knee.

You pulled away and looked up at him. “Too much for you?”

“Christ Dolly you’re killing me,” Bucky’s voice was rough with arousal.

You giggled and got back to your task. It wasn’t long before you were sitting up and drizzling lube on your fingers. You warmed it up then pressed two against his puckered hole.

“The lube is edible and flavoured. Steve likes his asshole eaten,” you said conversationally to Bucky.

Steve whined and you grinned up at him. You shuffled closer and took the tip of his cock into your mouth, licking the pre-cum and sucking the skin as you curled your fingers. Steve cried out and you took him deeper, breathing through your nose as he filled your throat. You loved this, Steve at your mercy as you pleasured him.

When you finally felt the hairs at the base of his cock tickle your nose you pulled back and reached for the cock ring. “He doesn’t really need this, he has a refractory period just like yours but sometimes he’s over eager. He can get…messy.”

Steve moaned softly, hearing you talk about him as if he wasn’t there was driving him insane in the best way.

“You know him well,” Bucky praised. He was right behind you now looking over your shoulder, still fully clothed apart from his shoes and socks. You hadn’t noticed him taking them off.

You reached for the plug next, it was a smaller one, black, with a flared base. It slipped in easily but Steve moaned and arched his back. You turned it slowly and watched his chest heave.

“How do you feel?” You asked Steve.

He nodded and met your eyes. “I feel yeah-“

“Colour?” You asked.

“Green,” Steve practically slurred.

You chuckled and then settled back onto your haunches. Bucky looked at you curious for your next move.

“He’s all yours,” you whispered looking up at him.

A big hand cupped your cheek and he kissed you softly. “He’s all ours Doll.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you wished that were true but you pushed the hope away. This was about getting them together. Nothing else.

Bucky kissed you, his movements lazy but dominating and he gripped your soft skin. His hand slipped between your legs and you’d been able to ignore your needs until now but as soon as his fingertip brushed your slick puffy lips you sighed and leaned into Bucky. His other hand moved to your hair and he fisted it just enough to pull your head back. “I’m so proud of you. Watching you with Steve, so proud of both of you.”

You felt the blood warm your cheeks at his praise and snuggled against him.

“Now, I’m going to undress. I want you to get a reward for being so good to Stevie, what do you say Steve?” Bucky asked easily taking over the room.

Steve nodded eagerly. “Yes, please, baby, sit on my face?”

“Yeah, I want to see that. Go sit on his face baby,” Bucky kissed you again. You did as he asked, turning so you could watch him. Steve didn’t let go of the belt as his tongue dove inside your folds, lapping and sucking at your juices.

Steve moaned and Bucky’s sharp eyes zeroed in on you. “Hovering baby girl? That’s against the rules,” Bucky warned.

Steve moaned again and you chuckled, giving Bucky a bright smile. “I know he’s been good, but he has to earn it,” you teased.

Bucky smiled softly and removed his black boxer briefs and then he was kneeling between Steve’s spread legs. He skimmed his fingers along the sensitive skin on Steve’s thighs and you could see Steve tremble. You close that moment to rest your full weight on him for a few seconds, knowing he needed it.

His moans vibrated through you and then Bucky was kissing you. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

Bucky touched Steve and every time he cried out or trembled you rested your weight onto him, calming him.

And then Bucky was bringing the plug out, replacing it with his fingers. His eyes flicked up to you as Steve sucked on your clit.

“Cum baby,” Bucky said. You didn’t even know you were waiting for permission. You cried out as your release washed through you, making your toes curl. As you came down from your high Bucky kissed you. “Now go clean him up.”

You moved fast, straddling Steve’s tummy and kissing over his face, licking into his mouth. You were so busy kissing Steve you almost missed the deep groan he let out. Two hands, one warm and one cold lifted your hips and then Steve’s cock was sliding snugly into your soaked cunt.

“I’m going to fuck both of you now,” Bucky warned.

“Please Bucky,” you whined.

Bucky’s hand slid into your hair and he grabbed a thick fistful as he pulled you back against his chest.

“Look at you,” Bucky growled in your ear as his other hand slid around your throat. His nimble fingers trailed your body, plucking at your nipples, squeezing soft flesh, tickling your hips and exploring the area where you and Steve were joined. “Our perfect girl.”

“Bucky,” you turned to him squeezing your thighs. Beneath you Steve grunted as you squeezed his cock, his eyes never leaving you and Bucky.

“Colour?” Bucky asked you.

“So fuckin’ green!” You said.

“Stevie, baby I need you to hold onto her, make sure she has some support. Hands up,” he said.

Steve let go of the belt and raised his hands, palms up and fingers wide. “Good boy baby,” Bucky praised. You reached out and pressed your palms to Steve’s, let your fingers tangle and lock together.

Steve tested the pressure, moving you slightly and you couldn’t help but giggle as he practically used you as a weight, lowering you to kiss his lips then pushing you back to Bucky’s chest.

Bucky let out a soft laugh at the two of you and hooked his chin over your bare shoulder. “Show off,” he said to Steve. Steve, in a happy headspace blew him a kiss.

Bucky started off gentle, his thrusts going through Steve and into you. Bucky was taking his time, working out this new position as he managed both of you.

His hands returned to your body, his fingers strumming over your body. He knew every nerve, knew what made you sigh and squeal, what relaxed you and what wound you up.

With a palm on your back he pushed you forward until you were lying on Steve’s chest. His right hand gripped your butt cheek, moulding the flesh and you knew it was coming but you still yelped.

Steve grunted, you were squeezing his cock again. “Do you know why I’m spanking you?” Bucky’s voice cut through your brain fog and you nodded.

“I broke a rule,” you slurred. Steve kissed your cheek and forehead as he simply observed. “I hovered.”

Bucky grunted in agreement and a few more slaps landed on you. “You had a good reason though so I think that’ll do.”

Bucky’s hands moved over your back as he curled over you both. His right hand cupped Steve’s cheek. Kissing each other in this position would be impossible so he ran his thumb over Steve’s lips. Steve opened his mouth and sucked Bucky’s thumb in. Bucky groaned at the sight and the sensation.

“You good there Sweetheart?” Bucky asked him.

Steve’s smile was dopey, despite Bucky’s digit in his way and he nodded, his eyes shining. “Never better.”

The words were garbled but easily understood none the less. As Bucky pulled away he kissed your cheek.

Bucky started to thrust again and you moved back to sit on Steve, that’s when you realised you couldn’t feel the cock ring. Bucky must have removed it from Steve and you were grateful because you didn’t think you had the ability to remove it at this point. You were a soft Dom, you didn’t like delaying or preventing orgasms, you were too needy yourself.

You kissed Steve’s chest and face as Bucky fucked him and Steve sobbed into your mouth when your lips met. Bucky’s movements were getting more aggressive and Steve was gasping and thrashing in pleasure.

“Is he good?” You prompted.

“So good, I’m - it’s - he’s amazing,” Steve said.

“Shush, baby hush, he’ll hear you and his ego will be insufferable,” you teased.

Bucky laughed, his hand sliding around your throat and pulling you back to his chest. “So rude,” he grunted as he kissed you, his fingers finally brushing over your clit.

Steve came first after you clenched around his cock, your body chasing Bucky’s fingers, and you followed a few moments behind him. The familiar stutter of Bucky’s breathing told you he’d found his release too.

“You two will be the death of me,” he said as he kissed your neck and shoulders and helped you untangle yourself from Steve.

A warm cloth was cleaning you, hands were moving you and you realised Steve was getting the same treatment as he sighed in contentment.

Bucky got into bed on the other side of Steve and smiled softly at you both.

“I should go,” you said suddenly.

“No!” They both said at once.

You shifted. “But I- this was about you two.”

Steve pulled you on top of him then rolled over, pinning you between him and Bucky. “Going nowhere.”

Bucky chuckled. “Darlin’ we’re crazy about you, if you haven’t noticed. I know you like to talk about feelings and stuff but we’re doing this my way. You’re my best girl, he’s my best guy, we’ll work it out from there.”

You opened your mouth but your words betrayed you so instead you snuggled into their arms and enjoyed their warmth. Maybe this could work, maybe the three of you could find peace.

“Besides,” Steve yawned, “you negate our stupid.”

You giggled. Bucky slid a leg between yours and rested his hand on Steve’s chest.

Meanwhile deep inside your own chest your heart sang.

[clandestineloki]

the queen of hearts (NSFW)

mafia!loki x reader x mafia!bucky

tw: threesome, cuckolding, light bondage, corruption kink, innocence kink, praise kink, slight humiliation kink but it's very sweet i promise, unprotected sex

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he’s always loved seeing you so nervous.

loki watches as you waddle around to the bar counter, lips parting and closing again in hesitation.

goodness, you pure little soul. he can see your dainty little hand tapping at your side as you ask for two glasses of Bourbon Old Fashioned, stuttering out a please and thank you like a good girl, and norns if you aren’t just the cutest when you’re shy.

as if you haven’t done much more depraved favors for him than just fetching some drinks.

and not only is that trait the one thing loki loves most about you; it’s also the most obvious. you can never hide anything from him— not that you do that often, but it doesn’t take him much… persuading to get you to admit what’s on your mind— the flush of your cheeks and chest and the way your eyes dart away and the way you hide your face in the side of your hair is unmistakable.

especially tonight, when he invited you to come with him to the casino for a few hours of poker between him and the second-in-command of the howlers— bucky barnes.

normally loki’s quite possessive, hiding you away from any men that even breathe differently near you, in fear that they might kidnap you or take you away from him.

but he trusts bucky and knows him quite well— from the very wine he fancies to the two secret hideout flats he has in case something happens (aka, where to find him if he even dares to try anything).

more importantly, he relishes in the flustered look on your face when bucky talks to you.

and he finds it adorable how you're nothing but a flushing, timid mess around barnes.

it’s no secret you see bucky as much more than just your lover’s illegal business partner. (loki knows that shyness all too well, from when he first took you to a dinner date at the rooftop of a first-class hotel and asked to be your official boyfriend, from when he gave you a beautiful diamond necklace to wear at a party with him, from when he kneels between your spread legs, lifting up your dress to reveal the dripping wet, clenching little cunt he loves to spoil so much.)

it was undeniably cute how you clung to loki when the three of you first met at the lobby, and even more adorable when barnes complimented your little blue dress and you mumbled a thank you, tucking your face into loki’s shoulder.

he merely chuckled, softly patting your head as he sent a knowing look to barnes.

“i’m back!”

loki looks up to see you place down the glasses.

the corner of his mouth quirks, and he reaches for your hand and presses it to his lips, mumbling a thank you, angel as he watches in amusement as you react so cutely, eyes widening and face burning red.

bucky clears his throat and raises his eyebrow from the other side of the table. “loki. your move."

loki snickers, letting go of your hand as he side-eyes bucky. “don't rush me, barnes. you'll get your turn soon."

both of them know he's not just talking about poker.

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“you fucking bastard.” bucky grins, laughing breathlessly.

loki chuckles, raises his hands as the dealer sweeps the chips to his side of the table.

“one time. one time you let me win is all I ask," bucky takes another swig of his drink.

“sorry, i have to put on a show. can't let my darling here think i'm a loser.”

you perk up from leaning on loki's shoulder, half-asleep.

“hmm?" you mumble, sitting up. "more drinks?”

loki chuckles, placing a hand on your knee and another on your head to lean you back against him. “no, no, we're alright, thanks, love.”

“y’know,” bucky quips, tapping a finger on the table. “this’s getting a little boring. you and i both have a lot of money and betting a few thousand isn’t gonna change that.”

loki tilts his head, brows furrowing. “i don’t follow.”

“just wondering,” bucky shrugs, running his metal hand through his hair. “why don’t we put much more valuable stuff at stake?”

your lover grins. “like?”

bucky rolls up the left sleeve of his black button-up, flashing a stunning gold watch.

“this is one of the very first rolex oysters ever made, back in 2000. an ordinary one costs six thousand, but this baby is worth 1.7.”

“million?”

loki turns when he sees your eyes widen as you lean forward, admiring the watch.

“you heard it right. some say the only people who have ever touched it are the ceo, steve jobs, and kim kardashian.”

“and you.” you mumble softly. “i remember i watched this on buzzfeed unsolved. it went missing from from the british museum... did you-?”

“hold on, sweetheart," bucky chuckles, “i didn't steal this or anything. hydra did, i just happened ‘ta rip it off that bastard strucker’s dead body.”

loki turns to bucky. “it’s… quite interesting. though, it's a shame i don’t have anything on me tonight worth betting.”

bucky’s eyes meet yours.

then he grins.

“how ‘bout you bet your little angel here, huh?”

loki’s eyes darken, pulling you close to himself. “what?”

bucky laughs, waves his hand nonchalantly.

“not, like, forever, just one night, take her for a little spin. bet she sounds real pretty when she feels good, huh?”

in the corner of his eye, loki sees your brows furrow, and he feels you grip onto his shirt tighter.

“not that i’ll stand a chance against you, snake boy. doesn’t really matter what you put on the line if you win, right?”

you place your hand over loki’s, looking up at him anxiously. “loki, did i hear that right?”

he brushes a hand against your cheek, before turning to barnes.

“give us a moment."

bucky nods, standing up to go get another drink, leaving the atmosphere heavy with tension as loki patiently waits for you to say something.

“is it… weird that i kinda want the watch?"

loki scoffs, patting your hair as you lean into his touch. “of course not. i’ll win it for you, i’ll even kill him if it m-”

“no!!" you yelp, and he laughs.

“just joking, dear." he kisses your hand again.

“mhm.”

“mhm?" he mimics your breathy hum, smirking and teasingly kissing your cheeks and neck. “and why is my angel suddenly so shy, mhm?"

you gasp, trying to push him away with no avail. “loki, love, baby-”

he leans in just enough for his lips to graze against your ear. “can i tell you a secret?"

you nod, whining softly, and he grins.

“i know about your little crush on barnes~"

your eyes widen. “what?"

“oh, don't act so coy, love.” loki presses a hand to your chest, pushing you against the seat. “you know you can't hide anything from me, can you?"

“i’m not hiding anything-”

loki chuckles, shaking his head as he leans over you, smiling harder when your face flushes.

“right, you aren't, love," he tucks a stray bit of hair behind your ear. “not when it's so obvious to me. not when you’re such a shy little dove when he’s around, hmm?"

the way your lips part and close again as if you’re struggling to speak goes straight down to his crotch. he knows deep down you want this, that no matter how much you deny it the way you squeeze your soft thighs together is unmistakable.

“i’m going to accept this little deal, angel.”

he tentatively presses his thumb against your lips, watching intently as your chest heaves nervously at his touch.

“and while we’re playing, i’ll be watching your every reaction to him.”

he brushes your lower lip, pressing a bit harder to slip his thumb into your mouth, pulling away just a second after. you mewl softly, but he pins you to the seat so you can't get away as he leans in to brush his lips seductively against your neck.

“and if i see you turn even the slightest bit pink, i’m going to let him win on purpose and he’ll have you all to himself for the rest of the night.”

he knows you're way too transparent to even try and hide it, but that's the point, isn't it? he knows you want it too. and who is he if not the very first person who should be showering you in rewards and granting your every wish?

he nips down hard on your neck*,* then sucks delicately on the spot, relishing in the sweet sound of pleasure that leaves your lips.

“and if you’re a very good girl for him, i’ll give you a reward you’ll love very much. do you understand, my angel?”

“yeah,” you answer, more whimper than words.

he grins, and just in time, bucky comes back with a few drinks, sitting across the table just as loki moves away from your trembling figure, adjusting his tie very casually as if he didn’t just cuckold you off to his best friend.

needless to say it doesn't take long for the game to end and the more exciting part of the night to begin.

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loki pours himself a drink, swirling the liquid around in the ice and taking a sip.

pretending his cock isn't getting harder with every whimper from you.

bucky’s got you pressed against the king-size bed in his suite, being a pretty angel so kiss-drunk already as he pins your wrists to your side. he’s teased you relentlessly on the elevator ride up to his suite on the 38th floor.

“bucky..." you mumble, your voice breaking off into a gasp as he moves down to your neck.

“gosh,” he grins against your sensitive skin. “you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.”

the praise has your head spinning as bucky sucks at your neck, grazing his teeth over the mark he’s making.

“see? that right there, how you get all shy when i tell you you're pretty, makes you such a cutie… i don’t blame loki for always keepin’ his hands on you, sugar~”

“bucky-!” you squirm as his knee presses up against your crotch.

loki takes another swig of the alcohol and sets his glass down.

he chuckles. “where are you running off to~?”

bucky is just as amused by your shy antics, letting you struggle in his grip as much as you want to, though he doesn’t let you go.

“gosh, lokes. she’s so-” he kisses your neck real hard and your eyes glaze over, “-fucking pretty.”

“she really is~” loki agrees, leaning back in his chair. “you know, you can be a little bit rougher with her.”

bucky hums. “really? she's real sensitive, don’t think she’ll last long, can’t have my little prize passin’ out on me. will ya’, pretty?”

you shake your head, and both men smirk at how good you want to be for both of them.

“i just wanna get a little taste of you, baby,” bucky mocks your breathless whines. “so could you be a good girl and lay back, hmm? let me claim my prize?”

“o-okay…” you mumble, feeling floaty as his hands wander all over you,.

“so damn cute,” bucky growls, nipping your ear. he places his hands on your thighs, spreading you out for him. bucky’s eyes widen, and he looks back at loki.

loki grins. “no underwear, hmm? just as i told her. see, she’s such a dirty little thing~”

“this whole time?” bucky kisses your inner thigh. “you’re corrupting her, loki.”

“and she likes it,” loki crosses his legs. “no matter how shy she is, it makes her feel heavenly when i praise her for doing everything i command.”

flustered at the way these lethally attractive men are talking about you as if you aren’t here, your eyes meet bucky’s and he smirks.

“that true, baby?”

“i- uh, kinda…?”

loki chuckles at your answer. “barnes, i think your reward is getting a little restless~”

bucky licks his lips and dives in for the kill, tracing his tongue along your slit before sucking on your clit. you whimper, trembling at the sensation, and bucky chuckles.

“god, you taste so fucking pretty.”bucky groans, using his thumb to tease your little bud as he fucks your dripping hole with his tongue.

loki shifts in his seat, the bulge in his pants becoming more and more prominent as he downs the rest of his glass and makes his way towards your helpless, shaking body.

a loud ripping sound fills the room and you gasp, completely bare as loki reduces your little blue dress to shreds.

“i’ll buy you a new one, angel,” loki sits you up as bucky grins up at you, his face wet with your juices.

your eyes widen as he licks his lips again, and you get flustered at the brazen look in his eyes.

“god, sugar,” bucky unfastens his belt. “’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll go stupid.”

you whine, closing your legs to ease the ache, but loki whispers in your ear, “don’t move, darling, you said youd be good for him~”

when bucky rolls up his other sleeve, you realize that you’re completely bare to them while they are both still fully clothed.

the feeling of powerlessness sends a tear down your leg.

bucky pins you down on the bed ass up, and loki takes the belt, binding your hands behind your back.

“she gets all fidgety when she starts feeling good,” loki chuckles when you whimper at his drawl. “don’t want her running off when you make her dumb, hmm?”

bucky swats his hands away, and leans in really close to your ear.

“i’m gonna fuck your pretty hole real good, baby,” he murmurs, and you whine at his dirty words.

bucky spreads your thighs and lines up, smirking up at loki, who quirks an eyebrow as he returns to his seat.

“and your loki here is gonna watch as you come for me over and over and over again like the little cockdrunk princess you are.”

there’s a lewdly wet sound that comes from your pussy as he pushes his cock into you, and you moan loudly, soaking him with your arousal and clenching down on him like a little slut.

“and maybe… if you look real pretty and let me do what i want, i’ll let loki have a turn~”

your glassy eyes flicker up and you whimper at what you see.

loki’s got one fist around his leaking cock, watching as his pretty baby adjusts to bucky’s size.

“you ready, cutie?” bucky laughs at the blissful teary look in your eyes, and decides that he’s got his reply.

he pulls his hips back slowly, making you really feel every bit of him sliding out-

bucky slams back in, stealing your breath and making you squeak brokenly. he laughs, kissing your cheek with a loud smack sound. “hmm? feeling good, sweetheart?”

“uhuh…” you look back at bucky, who grins and kisses you again on the lips.

“such a good little baby~” he mocks your airy voice, and presses you down on the bed and begins thrusting at a slow but rough pace.

loki groans as he watches you get fucked dizzy. “you alright, darling~?” he smiles teasingly, voice raspy from stimulating himself.

“y-yeah…” you mumble, whimpering into the pillows as bucky fucks you from behind.

loki just loves you like this: so depraved yet still shy and willing and still so eager to please, even when your coherence is withering away with every relentless thrust of bucky’s cock into your cunt.

“so fucking cute-” bucks rams particularly hard into you, making you squeak and kick helplessly.

“no, no, don’t fight it, darling,” loki chuckles, tilting your chin up to get a look at your pretty eyes wet with tears. “you’re just his little prize, so just be a good girl for us?”

bucky licks your shoulder and sucks on your sensitive skin, his thrusts getting sloppy.

“f-fuck, i’m getting close, baby~” he whispers hoarsely. “think you can come for me? keep squeezin’ your pretty cunt around me just like that?”

“mhm…” you whimper, nudging your cute little head into the pillow.

bucky fucks into you, groaning at the feeling of your warmth, and pins your shaking hips down on the bed before coming inside of you and making sure none of it drips out. loki cums too, his spent staining the expensive carpet.

shaky breaths tickle your ear, before he laughs and kisses your shoulder, pulling out and untying the belt on your wrists. loki laughs at how limp his pretty angel is as bucky lifts you up into his lap.

“cutie,” bucky traces a metal finger under your chin, brushing his lips against yours.

you shyly hum, eyes droopy and your body too exhausted to move.

but you still register the metallic click and something encasing your wrist.

“a little gift to you for being such a sweetheart, hmm?”

your eyes flutter open as you look down at the million-dollar gold watch around your wrist.

bucky laughs at the way your eyes widen. “don’t scratch it, baby. it’s a modern-day historical relic~”

“b-but didn’t loki lose?” you ask, “that’s why i-”

another set of arms wraps around you, making you wonder when loki got up from his seat.

“darling,” loki drawls, “what you don’t know is that either way, bucky would have ended up fucking your pretty cunt, mm? he likes you very much, doesn’t he?”

your lips part as he places you back down on the bed, spreading your legs before cradling the back of your head with one hand and grabbing your hips in the other.

“while bucky’s recovering from how good you made him feel, pretty angel~” loki praises you, kissing your lips and breaking away too soon, “let’s make the most of the night and your pretty body, shall we? don’t worry, you’re in very good hands with the both of us, my princess~”

[buckyalpine]

Babes, I just want you to know that if you ever need an excuse to post any Bucky with breeding kink (ofc alongside others and other sceneries maybe?)

You could always have an AU where Bucky and Reader decides to film all their sexual adventures while trying for a baby then posting it on corn platforms.

In that way, even the most random breedingkknk (and other kinks) would just make sense ✊🏻😭

This is me basically suggesting an AU where they “vlog” all their baby making, baby planning, all baby. 😭

Hell yes. 18+ AF

Warnings: Heavy breeding kink, sweet baby making smut , lots of dirty talking, body worship, lots of fluffff

AN: Tags are messed up so temporarily not using them until I figure out why I keep getting errors

(also if posting onto corn platforms isn't your thing, imagine they film for themselves/ use a mirror to watch themselves instead of a camera)

"Ready sugar?" Bucky set up the camera while you bit your lip, nodding and laying back on the pillows. He made his way over and crawled on top of you, his cock already leaking, the very thought of getting you pregnant making him throb. You draped your arms around his shoulders while he peppered your face with kisses, his hand cupping your cheek, stroking your skin.

"Hey pretty girl" He smiled, his precum making a mess on your tummy, humming as you brought your legs to wrap around him, your pussy dripping, aching for him to fill you. "Been waiting for this"

He dipped down to capture your lips before getting off and pulling you up with him, sitting against the headboard and moving you to sit on his lap, leaving you fully exposed to the camera. You squeaked as he spread your thighs apart top of his, his arm slung around your waist to keep you from squirming.

"Bucky please" You sounded needy, wanting him to stuff you full, too desperate for his teasing.

"Let's show the world how gorgeous you are, let me tell you how special you are to me" He gently nipped your jaw, stroking your waist, keeping your legs spread, refusing to let you hide how perfect you looked.

"But Bucky, need you" You whined, your pussy already clenching around nothing.

"I know sweets, I know, just let me love you for a minute okay?" He cooed, brining two fingers down to rub your clit in soft circles, lightly rutting his cock against you from behind "Wanna show you off sweets, show everyone how gorgeous you are, how perfect you are for me"

You moaned, throwing your head back onto his shoulder while he added a bit more pressure, focused on rubbing you sensitive bundle of nerves, your clit throbbing against his finger tips.

"I wanna worship my angel, my pretty baby who I get to fuck with my bare cock. My sweet angel who lets me pump her full of my cum, lets me empty my balls into her tight little pussy, isn't that right doll?"

He bit your ear as you mewled, bucking your hips against his hand, your arousal soaking the sheets as he began to rub you faster.

"Look at you baby, look at how wet you already are. Is all this for me?" He dipped his fingers into your sipping hole, gathering your slick onto his finger tips and shoving them into his mouth, his eyes rolling back at the taste. "Sweetest honey angel, got my cock so fuckin' hard"

He pressed you against his erection, pushing his cock right against your ass, grinding his hips up slightly so you'd feel all of him while he continued to toy with your clit.

"Are you wet for my cock baby? You know what I wanna do tonight, does me getting you pregnant make you all needy and soaked?" He groaned by your ear at the way your cunt glistened, chest heaving, your inability to speak telling him all he needed to know.

He moved you to lay against the pillows, kissing up your body before lining his cock up with your entrance while you moved your legs to wrap tightly around his waist, your ankles locked at his lower back.

"M'gonna love you so good tonight sweets, all just for you" He started to inch his cock in, the both of you moaning at the feeling of him filling you up. He stilled as he pushed his cock in as far as it would go, closing his eyes and collecting himself while your greedy pussy fluttered around him.

"You feel how full my cock is baby? S'all for you sweet girl, all the cum to get you pregnant. Promise there's so much angel, don't think I'll be able to stop tonight" He tucked his face into the crook of your neck as he began to thrust slowly, his hands coming to lace with your pinning you against the bed. You let one of your hands slip free so you could card your fingers through his hair while he suckled and kissed the sensitive skin along the column of your neck, the both of you lost in each other. "I love showing you off baby, love showing everyone how to love you, how to make love to you, want everyone to see how I make a baby with this perfect angel that's all fucking mine"

"Feels so good Bucky" Your thighs squeezed around his waist, wishing there was a way you could melt into him, loving the way his bare cock felt in you, feeling every vein and ridge as the swollen head of his cock rubbed against your sensitive spot.

"Feels so good for me too angel, s'fucking perfect"

As kinky as Bucky was, this was different. Any other occasion and he'd rail you, degrade you, fuck you till you couldn't walk, leaving your pussy sore and legs numb. He'd pull pleasure from your body as if it kept him alive.

Not this time though.

God, he couldn't get enough of you. He squeezed your hand tighter, moaning at the way you clung onto him, his forehead resting on yours.

"It's all you sweets, you're gonna be the mother of my child, y'know that?" He pulled away slightly so he could look at you properly, bringing his hand to cup your face, squeezing your cheeks slightly. "It's you babygirl, my beautiful baby mama"

You whimpered under him, your eyes glassy as he moved a little faster, his thumb swiping away a stray tear that rolled down your skin. He was so gentle with you as if you were made of porcelain, admiring the way your brows pinched together each time he pushed his hips forward, every moan and whine slipping past your lips because of him. "You're so beautiful, you know that? M'so in love with you baby"

"I love you James" You whispered pulling him down so you could feel his full body weight on you. Bucky moaned, his balls growing heavier, tapping against your ass as he braced himself to fuck you as deeply as he could, wrapping his arms around your body.

"Can't wait to see you with your belly swollen, nipples leaking" He could feel his cock start to dribble, his orgasm at the tip of his cock, desperate to fill you. "I wanna get you pregnant so badly sweets, want you to have my babies, c'mon, tell me you want it to angel"

"Oh fuck James" You cried out, the band in your belly ready to snap, his precum leaking out of your pussy.

"Say it, say you'll carry my child angel, you'll have my baby?"

"Want your babies Bucky!"

"Yeah? You want that baby, fuck, don't-don't stop" Bucky started to sound more needy, panting as he sped up his thrusts, his cock swelling more each time. "Makes me wanna cum when you say that baby, I wanna give you all of my cum"

"Get me pregnant Bucky! Please, I-Ohmygod fuck-fuck!" You let out a silent scream as your orgasm washed over you without warning, your fluttering walls greedy to milk Bucky's cock, pulling him back in with each thrust. "Fuck Bucky!!"

"M'gonna get you so pregnant angel, don't worry. M'gonna cum so deep in you over and over again till your full and stuffed with me" He hid his face against your neck, moaning and panting, sweat beading at his forehead. You gently played with his hair with one hand while the other scratched down his back while you moaned loudly at the feeling of him fucking you through your high. "you're choking my dick baby, fuck it feels good"

"J-James!!"

"Mmm, that's right mama, say my name, say your baby daddy's name when I get you pregnant, say my fuckin' name when I cum in you baby, c'mon say it" He locked his eyes with yours, fucking you into oblivion as you eyes rolled back from over stimulation. "Say my name pretty mama"

"Jameses" The sound of skin slipping on skin bounced off the walls along with the headboard steadily thumping against the wall as he started to chase his high, desperate to fill you till it took.

"Oh shit, m'gonna cum angel, gonna cum, gonna put my baby in you sweets, gonna put a fuckin' baby in you, GONNA FUCKING CUM" Bucky cried out against your skin, his pace growing sloppy as he continued to rut his cock in your cunt, barely pulling out, making sure he stayed as close to you as possible. "F-fuck theres so much cum baby, m'gonna fill you till your dripping onto the sheets. Take my cum angel, c'mon make a mess with daddy, so beautiful taking my cock sweetheart, so pretty"

"There's so much cum Bucky" you could feel his warmth squirt out of you while he kept pouring his seed into you, endless ropes of cum still steadily pumping out of his cock.

"I know babygirl, look at what you do to me mama, got me all fucked up when I make love to you, you feel too good, don't even know what to do with myself" He panted, whimpering and whining as he cock began to slowly soften, still occasionally throbbing while you cooed, rubbing his body. He hissed as he pulled out, admiring the mess he made inside you chuckling at your fucked outstate, your eyes barely able to focus.

You whined as he crawled off you to grab the camera, your eyes growing wide as he bent you in half, bringing the camera closer to get a shot of your soaked pussy. His cum was messy between your thighs; you squeaked as he shoved two fingers into you, pushing his seed back in.

"Bucky!" You felt your face heat up while he smirked, placing a sloppy kiss onto your sensitive clit, making you squeal.

"Gotta show everyone exactly how much cum I filled you with baby, gotta show them how fuckin' pretty this pussy is and how perfect our baby making was" He give you a wink before turning the camera off and settling by your side, spooning you from behind. His hand came to rub your tummy while kissing your temple, his cock already hard again.

"Rest for a bit mama, we still have all night"

[buckybabieboy]

Heyy! I was reading you work, which I love btw, and I wanted to request a one-shot or blurb for little!bucky accidentally getting drunk, like how would he act, what would he say. I feel like he’d be super clingy and needy. With cg!mommy!reader please 🥹 Love you writing <333

Lol this is gonna be the cutest thing ever😭. Thanks for the request Babie!

Tipsy Baby.

☁️ Summary: Bucky has way too much to drink at Natasha’s party, leaving you to take care of your little boy.

⚠️TW(READ.): sub!touch-starved bucky, dom!fem!reader, Bucky is so touch starved😭, reader is able to carry bucky, lactation kink cuz I felt like it, mentions of alcohol, Bucky can get drunk if he drinks an abundance.

📝A/N(PLEASE READ): DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE. ITS THAT SIMPLE. DON’T REPORT MY WORK JUST BC YOU DONT LIKE IT. Anyways, pls enjoy this lil blurb! drunk Bucky is just the cutest 🥰. and your right, bucky is VERY clingy AND FUCKING TOUCH STARVEDDDD when he’s drunk.

“Mommyyyy!” Bucky slurs out as he dramatically falls in front of you on the compound’s floor.

“Mommy pay ‘tenttion to me!”

You peer over your phone and watch as your baby heaves and pants on the ground, his beautiful pale skin flushed with pinkish-reddish tones, and his big puppy dog eyes red and puffed.

“Baby, are you drunk?” You question him, though you already know the answer. He only whines and thrashes his limbs around in a hissy fit, not using his words.

“W-why are you so faaarrr?” He wails petulantly, completely ignoring your question.

“M’ not far, sweetheart, ‘m right in front of you.”

An empty bottle of Tiger Beer has accompanied him on the ground, clutched inside his sweaty palms.

“Gimme that!” You sigh before getting off of your comfy spot on the couch and snatching the bottle out of his hands. He whines even more.

“Who let you have this?”

Bucky pouts and mutters something, but it’s almost impossible to hear with the music and noise that flood throughout the compound.

“Can’t hear you bud, you’re gonna have to speak up f’me, okay?”

“T-tasha…” He hiccups. “N-Natasha lemme have some, mommy…”

Another exasperated sigh escapes from you as you begin to regret supporting Bucky’s idea to come to Natasha’s party. It didn’t really surprise you though, since he was always a party guy when he was younger. You rarely ever drank, especially when you were going to an event. You opted out of that a long time when the both of you got drunk, which you both know didn’t end well.

Natasha had invited everyone to her floor for a party. You weren’t too fond of the idea when you heard there was going to be alcohol, but Bucky was very excited and begged you to go. He assured you that Steve and Sam would be there to watch him.

So eventually you gave in, but not before making him promise that he wouldn’t drink.

When you arrived at the party, Bucky was acting more than normal. He immediately started chatting and playing party games with Wanda and Vision. He even played Twister with them, which you knew was a surprise to everyone. Despite the fact that loud noises triggered him, he seemed to be having a good time. Needless to say, you felt comfortable with letting him go off on his own for awhile.

Scanning the room, you spot Natasha by the fridge, a Tiger Beer in hand. The trash can next to her was filled with empty bottles of that stuff, and you knew they had to be Bucky’s. He couldn’t get drunk easily so it would take a copious amount of alcohol to get him drunk.

The blame wasn’t all on Natasha, though. Wanda, Vision, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all were made aware of Bucky and his little space—you’ve told them a numerous amount of times for his safety. So Natasha could’ve given him a bottle, but Bucky must’ve gotten his hands on this much alcohol all by himself.

You’d have to talk to them about that another day though, because right now, your little boy was cemented on the cold floor, spacey and dazed below you.

“S-so pretty. Mommy so pretty!” Bucky giggles, his head cocked to the side in awe as he gazes up at you. He wasn’t thinking about anything else. He literally couldn’t. His little brain couldn’t process anything while in little space, so him being drunk definitely amplified it X10.

“C’mon, baby boy. Let’s get you taken care of.”

You offer your hand to him. He doesn’t budge though, instead he whines, and mutters more incoherent sentences. This wasn’t the first time Bucky lost all of his words. When he was little, most of the time he would gesticulate instead of speaking up.

“Hmm…” You tap your index finger on your chin, prenteding to brainstorm. “Oh! I know what you want! You want uppies!”

Bucky nods and squeals, making grabby hands up at you. You place your hands under his arms, pick him up, and set him on your hip. A precious little noise escapes from him as he wraps his legs around your waist, his arms around your neck, and leans into your touch. The smell of your hair seemed to be the only thing he was able to process.

Once you make it to your floor, you set him down on the bed. He whines once again when you leave and you quickly shush him, reassuring him that you’re just getting his pj’s out for bed. Bucky stands up to take off his pants but stumbles and trips, landing face down on the floor.

“Hnnngh..” He whines, starting to pick up his thrashing and wailing from earlier.

“Hush, my little boy, let Mommy take care of you.”

“M’ dizzy…” He fusses. “Everything’s spinning…”

“I know baby, I know. Let’s get you in your PJ’s, okay?” You hush him a little bit before helping him off the ground and settting him back on the bed. It was a struggle, but you got his pants and shirt off. Now the task was to replace them with his nighttime ones. You take one leg of the pants, grab his leg, and slide it in.

“Good job, Jamie! Now your right leg!” You praise your little boy. He giggles when his pants are all the way on, and doesn’t even fuss when you put his shirt on for him.

“Perfect… now let Mommy get changed and then we can go sleepies, okay?”

He fussed, but you got changed in no time, and his fussing quickly became coos of happiness once you cradled him in your arms.

“My little baby.” You fawn. “Your mommy’s boy aren’t you?”

Bucky’s eyes flutter, as he tries to stay awake. His baby blues are glossy and clouded from the substance earlier.

“Mmm… uh-huh! M’mommy’s boy! Mommy’s goodest boy!”

“Yeah, except for earlier. What did I tell you about drinking that much alcohol? You know your little mind can’t take it.” You scold, and he pouts up at you.

“Sammy was watchin’ me! But then he drank some too, ‘n we-” His hiccups interrupts him.

“W-we made a stupid bet. Who could drink the mostest, ‘n I won.” He giggles at that last part, obviously proud of himself for beating Sam at literally anything.

You were about to respond when you noticed his eyes flutter. His metal fingers tug on your tank top—you already know what that means by now.

“Awh my baby’s hungry! You hungry, sweetheart?” You coo at him in the softest tone possible. He does nothing but nod, his words are becoming little to none—indicating that he was deep in.

“Go ahead, Jamie. You can have some, mommy doesn’t mind.”

You help him out a bit by tugging down the top yourself, your leaking tits out for Bucky to suckle on. He wastes no time, immediately latching his pink lips on your right nipple. His suckles were harsh and rapid. All he wanted right now was to taste your sweet nectar. A few strokes to the scalp and he’s almost out—his stamina completely gone from earlier.

You praise your little baby. Whispering to him all of the things he loved to hear. Calling him all of the names he loved to be called while in his little space.

The meekest whines and whimpers come from him as he suckled more frantically. As time went on he became frustrated—frustrated at the fact that he was too exhausted to keep going.

“Shh, it’s okay. I know… your so exhausted, hm? So exhausted from having so much fun earlier?”

You stroke his scalp with your fingers, keeping the movements slight and slow for him. Bucky could never describe it, but there was always a certain tactic, or pattern in which you’d scratch his scalp that made him feel so innocent. So vulnerable.

You know this, You know what touching Bucky’s hair does to him, what it does to him when he’s completely reliant and under your control.

“I’ve got you, Bucky Bear. Hush now.”

Bucky eventually quiets down, and so do his suckles on your nipple. He lets your nipple fall free from his mouth, some milk dripping down his parted lips. You wipe it off gently.

“Mommy m-mines?” He whimpers. “All mines?” He nuzzles himself into your chest, the warmth of your body and vibration of your voice as you cooed to him always calms him down.

“All yours, honey.”

[bucksangel]

okay i just need to get some stucky x reader thoughts out of my system

tw: soft!dom!steve, mean!dom!bucky, kinda sub!reader, unprotected p in v sex, oral, anal, double penetration

soft!dom!steve with mean!dom!bucky?? steve being all sweet and soft, praising you for taking them so well. but bucky is there right behind him telling you how slutty you look taking both of them, how good of a slut you are, how tight you are despite several rounds that each lasted upwards of almost an hour.

damn their super-soldier stamina.

they each take turns fucking your mouth while the other fucks your pussy, sometimes playing with your ass, giving you load after load in and on you. you can't even count the amount of orgasms you've had, you're on the verge of passing out from exhaustion and pleasure, crying loudly each time you're forced over the cliff of ecstasy, but you're fighting sleep with all your might because you'll be damned if you let this end.

Finally, when they decide they've ruined you enough, steve lays down in the middle of the bed - not caring about the amount of cum staining the sheets. they both have to help you straddle steve's waist, steve holding onto your hips as bucky guides your hands to brace on steve's chest.

you're struggling to stay upright as you sink onto steve's cock, and even through the haze of pleasure you know he's trying to hold back on his urges to fuck you until you do finally pass out.

but then bucky lines himself up with your asshole, pushing in oh so slowly because even though he's rough and mean he'll never ever hurt you. but once they're both buried so deep inside you that you can practically feel them in your throat they don't hold back. bucky fucks you like he hates you and steve fucks you like you're an angel - but you know both of them worship the ground you walk on.

and then, when you've finally blacked out from your umpteenth orgasm, they cum one final time, steve holding you tight to his chest while bucky covers your body with his, covering you in their warmth.

they're very careful when moving you from between their bodies, steve taking it upon himself to clean yourself of the sweat and cum coating every nearly inch of your skin while bucky goes to retrieve new sheets. steve holds you close to his chest so bucky can change the sheets.

once the clean up has finished, they both arrange your limp body in between them so they can cuddle you close and coo sweet nothings into your ear while you slowly come back to consciousness.

and when you do, they make sure to praise you over and over and tell you how much they love you, how good you are for them, how they trust you and honor how much you trust them.

ANYWAYYY

[havensins]

comfort sex with bucky after a love confession?

oooh yes yes yes!

bucky, who has dried tears on his cheeks from emotions brought on by his confession, is in your lap. his hair is down and brushes his shoulders, he looks so pretty like this.

he’s moving slow as he rides you, face red as sounds are drawn from his lips everytime his hips come down flush with yours. you offer to help him move faster but he only sniffles, swallows down a moan and declines. “i-i want to take my time,” he’d murmur

and the heart eyes you have for him would only increase, hands pressing into his hips and staring him down.

the intimacy and emotional aspect of it all had you warm, the boiling feeling of your impending orgasm building up in your gut.

as if he could read your mind, like the angel he is, he leans down and kisses you, lacing his fingers with yours at his hip. you grunt as bucky squeezes you, and he grins.

you push your hips up into him as a warning and he stiffens, gasping softly and muttering curses. soon enough, he whimpers, clenching around you and whispering out how he was close to cumming.

and with only a few more thrusts, the both of you cum together, bucky still seated in your lap as he made a mess on your stomach while you came inside of him.

[buckyscombatboots]

Unfinished Dark!Bucky x Reader Drabble

Warning: smut, asphyxiation/choking, marking, manipulation, dark!stalker! Bucky, dark!soft dom!Bucky, Stockholm syndrome, breeding (maybe soon if I finish it)

Nicknames: Doll

I have no idea if I’m going to finish this, you’re meant to be locked in Bucky’s basement and you’ve kind of developed Stockholm syndrome and developed a dependency on him—you want him to mark you, you want him to breed you—but that because you’ve been manipulated. This is just a fragment, so the story line isn’t that obvious enjoy.

Update: This story will be continued soon in a series called ‘Now and Forever’ coming soon

His thick arm pressed to your throat holding you in place preventing your head from swivelling away from the sight on top of you. His hair moist with sweat, darkened and glued to his forehead, his steely blue eyes stare intensely down at you with uncharted amounts of passion and love-fuelled aggression as he pounds you into the mattress. The sound of skin meeting skin bounces off the walls, the force of his thrust ensuring you’ll wake up with red marks, possibly even bruises, from the impact of his hips, and you wouldn’t have it any other way; you want his mark to remain permanently on you even if only you can see it, it’s a bittersweet reminder of the steamy nights we’ve shared. The lustful scent of sex fills the room as the humidity rises high enough for the rain covered windows to steam, enabling you to dive deeper into your fantasy of the world only containing you, him and this room.

You are snapped out of your trance by Bucky lowering his head to your earlobe, his prickly stubble itching your jaw and cheek, he encompasses the shell of your ear in his mouth and nibbles down on the thin skin prompting a yelp from your lips “Come back to me doll, keep your beautiful eyes on me.” His voice deep and thick with lust goes straight to your loins causing your walls to flutter around his throbbing cock.

[johnslittlespoon]

bucky has a degradation kink but in like a sweet way and by the end of the scene it has to turn into praise

I AGREE. i can't see him enjoying actual mean degradation because he's hard enough on himself as is; more so a dash of slut shaming, a pinch of humiliation, a classic "look at you– i've barely done anything and you're already so hard."

gale forcing him to talk when he's all flustered, "use your words", scolding him for misbehaving in less of a cruel way, more of a "you disappointed me today, bucky" way until john's pliant and flushed and eager to make up for his acting up.

and it always ends with gale praising him, telling him how well he did, appreciative firm touches, soft affirmations so he doesn't spiral out.

[sgrdoll]

Vanilla

synopsis - stark industries intern jade whitlock is tasked with creating a vibranium cell for the winter soldier.

warnings - extreme head trauma, male on female violence, angst, tooth rotting fluff, the winter soldier!bucky, anxious reader, best friend wanda

a/n - i am almost positive this won't be a series lol. this is just a one shot that popped into my head. i couldn't let it go until i wrote it out in its entirety. thank you for reading! :)

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wc: 2.9k

Jade loved her job. It was probably the best thing about her entire life. Since she was still pursuing a doctorate in engineering she counted herself lucky that she got paid while in school. She had Tony Stark and Bruce Banner to thank for that. 

The pair scouted her from Columbia University when she was in her first year of doctoral candidacy. They used her talents for a myriad of things, including creating an AI brain which is what the trio was currently working on. 

Tony was an easy boss as was Bruce. They had been incredible to her and even allowed her to stay in the Avengers compound where she did her research. She loved all of the people she was surrounded by, especially her newly found best friend Wanda Maximoff. 

They were the two girls closest in age and had a lot in common. Since Jade’s life had revolved around academia since she was little she held onto a lot of social anxiety from her childhood which she and Wanda had bonded over. 

Sometimes Wanda would sit and watch Jade tinker in the lab while gossiping about the other people in the compound. 

“I think I should get an honorary white lab coat to wear while I’m in here,” Wanda commented while shoving a bite of salad into her mouth. 

Jade put all of her focus into the bolt she was unscrewing but still answered her question, “You get a white coat when you get your masters, otherwise no.” 

“You’re so bossy,” Wanda huffed. 

Jade just giggled at her. 

“Wanda,” Tony called while walking into the lab, “You know you were supposed to be in a meeting like an hour ago, not bothering my intern.” 

Jade stifled a laugh and Wanda rolled her eyes.

“She needs me to properly work. Don’t you want her to properly work?” 

“Out.” Tony commanded while pointing to the door. 

Wanda shrugged and mouthed a sorry to Jade before walking out the door. 

“I need you to drop everything you're doing and help me with this,” Tony’s tone was serious which was very rare for the sarcastic man. 

“What’s wrong?” Jade asked while sitting all of the equipment she was using in a neat line. 

“Bucky Barnes is here and I need something to contain him. Immediately.” 

Tony left no room for questioning and Jade quickly got to work while Mr. Stark watched over her. 

“Mr. Stark I don’t think we have the materials to keep him in a box,” Jade said quietly and turned to her boss. 

“Vibranium is our only option.” 

“We only have a limited amount, are you sure?”

Mr. Stark nodded and she was left to do her job. She began to work while also thinking about why the Winter Soldier was here. The last she had heard of him he was still with Steve learning how to manage his past. To be fair, Jade was not in the top secret loop that all of her superiors were in. 

It didn’t take long for her to create a mechanism that would hold him. It was fairly simple, the strength of the vibranium and the physics of the design did most of the work for her. She buzzed Tony and he just instructed her to send it to the basement level. 

Jade didn’t feel comfortable taking the precious vibranium down the elevator with no supervision so she tagged along. She shoved the large box towards the elevator with a grunt and caught her breath on the ride down.

It took forever to get from the 12th floor all the way to basement level. When she finally arrived the elevator opened to an eerily quiet hallway. It was dark with barely functioning fluorescents overhead. Jade shivered when the cold air hit her face. 

She walked down to the end of the neverending hallway and touched the handle of the door. She stopped when the sounds of shouting penetrated the concrete walls around her. 

Jade took a deep breath in and summoned the courage to gently knock against the metal door. The shouting immediately stopped and a breathless Steve Rogers came to the door, “Do you have it?” 

Jade nodded quickly, “It’s right outside the elevator. It was too big for me to get all the way down the hallway.” 

Steve just nodded and moved past her to get the appliance left down the hallway, “You need to get back upstairs. Now.” 

He left no room for argument and she walked quickly behind him to get to the elevator. 

The metal door that Steve had shut tightly was being hit from the otherside. Jade watched in shock as the metal bent to accommodate the hand that was going through it until the door finally burst open. 

It revealed the man she had only heard mythos of, Bucky Barnes stood with his mask on. She stopped in her tracks and stared in fear. 

“Jade!” Steve shouted her name and instruction to go to the elevator and run, but she just couldn’t move. 

Bucky’s icey blue gaze captured her own. Her eyes widened as he grabbed her by the shoulders, surely leaving a bruise. There was a glimpse of fear in his eyes but it was gone as quickly as it came. 

He was studying her and then decided he had no more interest and threw her against the concrete wall next to him. 

Jade’s head smacked against the wall and her vision blurred. She could vaguely hear Steve fighting against Bucky and then calling for backup. Jade felt her stomach turn and suddenly those barely there fluorescent lights felt like they were burning through her skull. 

Jade closed her eyes tightly. She was still conscious enough to understand she had some sort of concussion. The commotion around her picked up and everyone began flooding the basement. 

She opened her eyes and saw Sam and Tony wrestling Bucky back into the room he came from. “Jade!” Wanda came rushing to her side. 

“Can you tell me where it hurts?” Wanda was trying to speak calmly but even Jade could hear the panic in her voice. 

Jade groaned in response to her question, “I think I have a concussion.”

“Yeah, babe, you do. Can you tell me what year it is?” 

Jade answered correctly and Wanda continued asking her as many questions as she could, more so to keep her awake. While the pair sat there Wanda created a forcefield between them and the chaos going on around them. 

This made it so that it was quiet for Jade and eased the pounding in her head. Wanda kept her conscious until the rest of them got Bucky back into his cell. 

Tony called for Wanda when they finished with The Winter Soldier.

“Someone get her to medical,” Tony said while touching her head in search of any blood. 

He pulled his hand back and surveyed the amount of blood on it, pondering if she might need stitches. Since the forcefield was broken, Bucky’s screams and violence could be heard again. Jade winced and touched the side of her head where she was injured. 

Sam helped her to her feet and made some comment about how she stayed conscious after a blow like that, although she had trouble even understanding anything that was happening around her. 

They walked Jade up to medical while Wanda ranted to Tony about the dangers of letting her down there alone.

She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and fall asleep but even in her blurry state she knew she couldn’t. 

The group took her to the in-house clinic and the doctor there told her she did in fact have a concussion. He prescribed limiting certain physical activities and drinking lots of water. He also said that Jade wasn’t allowed to sleep for at least six more hours. 

By this point, she had become more aware of what was happening and was extremely tired. Wanda promised the doctor that she would stay with her and keep her awake. 

Jade and Wanda sat on the couch of the compound’s common room and played different board games to keep busy. It started with Uno and ended with Connect Four. 

At some point during their games Steve came in and sat down next to Jade.

“Listen, I am so sorry about what happened. I should have been more vigilant and made you go back upstairs before he even had the chance to do something like that.” 

Jade felt anxiety bubbling in her stomach. She was terrible at talking to people, especially men as attractive as Steve Rogers. 

“It wasn’t your fault,” she stammered out, “Really, I should have listened the first time.”

Steve noticed her nervousness and took it as a sign of her recovering from a traumatic event, not her actual personality. 

“I am seriously sorry. Bucky is back to himself again and he wanted to talk to you but I didn’t want you to be scared around him. Do you think you would want to talk to him?” Steve posed the question very kindly so as to not frighten her. 

Jade looked back to Wanda for help and her friend stepped in, “I don’t know if it’s a good idea for him to be in the same room with her again. She’s not even two hours removed from the accident.”

“What if I was there? Bucky could even stay in the vibranium cell you made him,” Steve tried again. He didn’t want to say it out loud, but making amends with his victims was part of Bucky’s therapy. 

Jade chewed on her lip, “Okay. But, I want Wanda there too.”

Jade trusted Wanda with her life and as strong as Steve was she knew he would always choose Bucky’s safety over hers. 

Steve nodded at her response, “He’s on the third floor with the conference rooms. I don’t think you want to go back down to the basement so I’m going to bring the cell up there to him. Just sit tight and I’ll text Wanda and let her know when we’re ready for you.” 

Steve left in a hurry and I turned to Wanda. She had a skeptical look on her face that was leaning on disappointment. 

“I’m sorry. I just feel bad for him. He’s been through a lot of stuff and the Winter Soldier and Bucky are two different people. I don’t want to alienate him for something he can’t control,” Jade explained while looking down at her fingers.

Wanda sighed, “I’m not mad at you. This is your choice, not mine. I’ll be there to support you.”

Jade smiled as Wanda’s phone buzzed. She looked down at the device and motioned for them to head to the third floor. 

Jade was honestly scared out of her mind the entire ride up to the floor. Her heart was beating out of her chest and her breathing was uneven. It felt like her organs were making their way up through her throat. She tried to take deep breaths and calm down a bit before seeing Bucky. 

Walking off the elevator and being on a floor she had never been on before didn’t help much either. This was where the Avengers held meetings about the fate of the universe and things of that nature, meaning she was unfamiliar with it.

Steve met them at the elevator and guided them into one of the conference rooms. All of the tables and chairs were moved to the side of the room to make space for Bucky in his cell. Looking at him now he was much less menacing. His icy blue eyes were a soft gray and his mask was off revealing his entire face. Bucky looked soft and almost welcoming to Jade. She knew he must be putting up his best front so as to not stress her out anymore than he already had. 

“Hi,” Jade said softly, breaking the silence in the room. 

“Hello. We have never met before,” Bucky stated, “I guess I didn’t make the best first impression.” His attempt at a joke earned him a glare from Steve and a small smile from Jade. 

“I’m Jade. I just wanted to let you know, I’m not upset with you. I know you can’t really control it.” 

Bucky gave her an apologetic smile, “Thank you, but I would understand if you were. In fact it’s okay if you are. I am truly very sorry for hurting you in any way. I’m working on it.” 

Jade appreciated his sincere apology. 

“Steve,” she said, “I think Bucky and I should talk alone.” 

Wanda stepped in quickly, “Are you sure, Jade?” 

Jade nodded with a reassuring smile, “Yes, but he still has to stay in the cell.” Steve was quick to leave but Wanda stayed behind until Steve gently pulled her out of the room, leaving Jade and Bucky alone. It was uncomfortable at first, neither of them speaking. 

“Are you okay?” 

That was the first question Jade asked him. He was shocked that he had thrown her against a wall and cracked her head open and she asked him if he was okay. 

He looked at her for a second, “I’m not the one who got hurt.” 

“I didn’t mean physically.” Her response made the room dead silent. Bucky sucked in a breath. This was the part he always dreaded. He hated when people asked him about what was going on in his head because he himself didn’t know half the time. 

“I feel better than what I did before. I feel like I should be asking if you’re okay.” 

Jade smiled, “There isn’t much a doctor can do for a concussion. I just have to slow down on work for a few weeks and limit physical activity. I’m fine other than the headache though.”

Hearing that he had harmed an innocent person sent a sharp pain through his chest. He wanted to be done with the life Hydra created for him. He wanted it all to be over. 

Bucky looked at her through the clear glass of his cell, “I am so sorry. I will do anything I can to make it up to you.” 

“I’m fine, there’s nothing for you to make up to me. I know this wasn’t your fault,” Jade tried to make him feel comfortable. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have no control of your body and actions because of one little word. 

“It’s nice of you to say that,” Bucky gave her a kind look. 

“What’s it like?” Jade practically blurted. Her hand came over her mouth quickly, “I’m so sorry you don’t have to answer that.” 

Bucky chuckled at her, “No, it’s okay. You can ask me anything you want.” He paused for a moment to formulate his answer, “I still know what’s going on when it happens. I can feel and see everything I’m doing. I just can’t stop it. I’m at the mercy of this other being inside me that I can’t get rid of.” 

“Do you think that you can get better?” 

“I do. I really do think that I can get better. This was my first outburst in months. I was doing really well before today. I’ve been at the compound staying away from missions and decompressing for a while, I just snapped when I heard someone say one of my trigger words. I thought it was over and I was normal again.” 

Jade could see the shame written all over his face and her heart melted for him. She wanted to give him a hug and comfort him. She knew this wasn’t what he wanted in any way. 

She walked up to his cell and pressed the release trigger on the side. Jade made it, after all, so she knew all of its functions. 

The glass in the cell retracted back into the metal and Bucky was face to face with the woman he almost killed. 

He took a deep breath. Bucky was afraid he might get triggered and hurt her again. 

“I’m not scared of you anymore. You can come out, I’ll be okay.” 

Her warm smile was encouragement enough for him to step out of the confines of his cage. The first thing he noticed was the way she smelled. It sounded crazy but when he stepped out of his prison the only thing he could focus on was the vanilla scent of her hair. 

���Thank you for trusting me. I promise I will do my best to make sure this never happens again,” Bucky vowed, looking down at her and smiling. 

She wrapped her arms around his hulking figure. Bucky almost pulled back in surprise. It took a second for him to respond to her touch, but soon he was melting into her frame. It had been almost a hundred years since he felt such an affectionate touch from another person, someone who didn’t want to turn him into a killing machine, someone who didn’t want to exploit him. He soaked up every second of her soft hug and breathed in her scent. 

Jade pulled back first, “I’m sorry they hurt you like that.”

Bucky almost teared up hearing her say that. Of course, it wasn’t her fault, but to hear someone sympathize with him instead of demonizing him was refreshing. 

“Thank you, Jade. I’m sorry for everything that happened today. I hope we can start again.” Jade smiled and nodded happily, “I’d like that.” 

[buckyalpine]

Salacious

18+ Minors dni

Bucky x f reader 

Just a horny ass list with shit Bucky would do/ say he would say in bed depending on his mood. No plot. Just in each others ear like....

Warnings: Smut (Dom/sub themes, daddy kink, orgasm denial, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, breeding kink. So much dirty talking, Bucky’s filthy mouth is a warning)

Word count: 3.1k   Also no one asked for this, I’m so sorry.

Needy/Subby Bucky - There are two versions of this Bucky.

Version 1

He slips into subspace when he’s had a difficult day; you take care of your soft needy baby when he gets like this. At first he doesn’t talk much; he just needs you to take control.

You’re soft with him, sucking him while he squeezes his eyes shit, whining and rocking his hips up chasing your mouth while you twirl your tongue around his sensitive tip.

“More? Please?” His voice comes out a whisper, moaning when you take him deeper. He wants to feel your pussy wrapped tightly around him so badly, he wants you to squeeze his cock until his cock is empty.

Sometimes he likes to have you on top while you bounce on him, milking him for all he worth but there are also times he likes to feel you under him. He loves the way your body wraps around him, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, arms draped around his shoulders. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, whining and whimpering at the way you feel.

His arms wrap around you and he’s rocking and grinding his hips into you, clinging onto you, higher pitched desperate moans slipping through his lips.

He’s more vocal when he starts to get close, his lips by your ear. You never deny him but he’s begging anyway, so soft and needy, talking to himself at this point while you coo at him.

“Please, feels so good”

“M’so close, please?”

“M’so sensitive, it feels s’good”

“You make me feel so good y/n, wanna cum in you, please?”

“I-I can’t hold it baby, you’re making my cock throb”

“C-can I cum?” He’s looking at you with glassy eyes, “I want to cum, can I please?” He know you’ll let him cum when he wants, he just needs to beg, lost in how good you feel.

“Can I cum inside you?

“M’gonna cum, my cock feels good baby, it feels so good, oh God, I’m gonna cum”

He’s nearly sobbing into your shoulder when he cums, but he doesn’t stop moving. His movements have slowed to a glow grind, over stimulating himself because he doesn’t want to leave your warm body.

“I c-cumming y/n, you’re making me cum baby, h-hold me tighter please?”

Your legs around his waist squeeze him, you’re rubbing his back, trying to comfort him but he’s nuzzling deeper into you, moaning, his cock still hard.

“I can’t stop cumming baby, I can’t, make it stop” He’s still rutting into you, cum still slowly streaming from the tip, he just wants to cuddle with you now but the stress of his day is making it hard for him to relax. He’s getting restless, whining, unable stop his shallow thrusts.

“It’s too sensitive, cocks so hard, help me baby, too sensitive”

“M’sorry baby, making a mess all over you” He pouts at you, while you massage his scalp with your finger tips, kissing his face softly, telling him how perfect he is for you. He starts to relax, drained and exhausted. He’s cuddled up to your chest, clinging onto you. You kiss his head, pulling the sheets over you both, his cock still buried in you as he falls asleep.  

Version 2

Then, there’s Sub Bucky when he’s being punished. He’s oblivious that women have been throwing themselves at him all night, smiling and laughing at things they say. But then he picks up on your tinge of jealousy. Instead of reeling it back, he decides to be a little shit just to rile you up because he wants what comes after.

Of course you know he was doing it on purpose. So you’ll give him what he wants. He’s been stripped of all his clothes, vibranium cuffs holding his wrists in place above his head, locked to the bed. His cheeks are flushed; sweat covering his body and you haven’t even touched him yet.

“Please touch my cock, please baby, please”

“Sh-shut up, you don’t deserve to cum- oh fuck yes!” You’re across from him, all your clothes thrown off, stuffing your fingers up yourself, shoving them in and out, your body squirming, back arching off the bed. Bucky’s hips are nearly lifting off the bed watching you pleasure yourself and he can’t take it.

“Oh fuck I’m so close” You smirk at how disheveled he looks, his cock throbbing against his abs.

“No! Don’t cum yet, let me make you cum y/n, please, just come touch me a little, my cock fucking hurts baby”

“Aww, it hurts?” You coo at him mockingly, stroking his cheek before smacking his cheek, your hand trailing down to pinch his nipples, making him cry out.

“M’so fucking hard for you, it hurts so fucking much, theres so much cum, cocks fucking swollen baby, I need you. Baby, m’sorry, just touch me, please, I need it, need it, I’ll be so good for you y/n”

“Go ahead, fuck one of those girls you were talking to” You growl, grabbing your vibrating wand, pressing it against his balls. “Go stuff your cock there”

“OH FUCK, FUCK AH- Pre cum is pooling around his stomach, his head thrown back, his legs spreading wider when you press the vibrator into him.

“Fuck them, I don’t want them, want you, please, my cock baby, I- please, its so fucking hard for you, I don’t get hard like this for anyone else, never thought of anyone else like that but you”

You roll your eyes, turning the vibrator up a notch while straddling his thigh, rubbing yourself on him.

“Get me off then, tell me how dirty and desperate you are for my pussy”

“Y-you have no idea baby, can’t go a single day without thinking about burying myself balls deep in you”

“I’ve cummed in my pants just thinking about you, your pretty lips on my cock, so so desperate for you y/n”

“Aww, are you a slut for me baby?”

“I’m you’re slut baby, your good boy, please just -fuck-

“Can’t control myself around you, touched myself the day I met you” He quietly confesses, remembering the way he moaned your name in the shower, feeling guilt and shame, only to cum thinking about you again minutes later in his bed.

“I dream about you baby, wake up every morning with a mess in the sheets, soaked in cum, dreaming about having you wrapped around me, end up humping the bed in my sleep”

You position yourself above him, rubbing his cock through your folds, teasing your entrance. He’s nearly thrashing on the bed, tugging at the cuffs, he needs some type of relief. You toss the vibrator away, smirking, slamming your hips down, taking is entire length all at once. Both of you crying out as you start to bounce on top of him.

“PLEA-OH FUCK- fuck thankyouthankyouthankyou yesyesyesYES OH GOD” His feet are planted and he’s thrusting up like his life depends on it. He can feel his cock throbbing ready to blow, and you pull off the second he’s about to cum.

“PLEASE LET ME CUM”

“M’so fucking close,

“I’m gona cu- FUCK PLEASE”

“Yes, baby yes, yes, yes, YES YE- NO, DON’T STOP-

“Y/n, y/n, y/n, m’begging you baby, it hurts” You’ve made yourself cum around his cock 3 times, finally deciding to give in to his pleas. The second you start riding him again, the sound proof walls do absolutely nothing for how loud he’s crying out.

“I’m a slut for you baby, such a fucking slut for you, I’m gonna blow baby, m’gonna make a fucking mess I can’t, I can’t, yes baby, yesss”

“OH GOD I’M GONNA CUM, BOUNCE ON MY COCK BABY PLEASE DON’T STOP”

“FUCK FUCK Y/N RIDE ME BABY, USE ME FUCKING USE ME”

“I-IM CU- AAH FUCKKKK”

He has tears streaking his face, his cock red from over stimulation. There’s cum everywhere. You uncuff him, getting up to get a damp cloth to help clean him. He whines in protest when you get up. You clean him off, pulling his head to rest on you after, making him look at you before you pull him in for a possessive kiss.

“You’re mine”

“You know I really love when you get jealous?”

“Shut up”

In love Bucky

Everything is soft and slow. Love making and nothing else. You’re caressing each other, making out while he thrusts in and out of you, showering you with how much he loves and adores you.

“You’re my angel babydoll”

“You’re so gorgeous angel, look at you, does it feel good baby?” You’re so lost in his sweetness, looking into his eyes while he laces his hands with yours. All you can do is moan while he claims your lips again with his, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist.

“Do I make you feel good baby? Tell me how good I make you feel babygirl” His eyes are nearly rolling back at the way you’re squeezing him, sucking and nibbling his ear while telling him how perfectly he stretches you, how much you love the way he feels, how much you’ve been craving him.

“How did I get so lucky baby? Miss you when you’re not with me”

“I love you so much” He’s picked up his pace a little, moving his hand to grip onto your waist, while he pushes into you, his lips brushing with yours as he pants feeling your walls start to flutter.

“Gonna cum baby, cum with me, please baby, fuck I love you”

“I need you baby, need you every day”

“Cum with me doll-fuck- so good, so fucking good baby”

He’s spilling into you, your tongues tangled together, moaning into each other. He lifts you in his arms to run a bath, cradling your body to his while you both relax in the hot water.

Dom/Jealous/Possessive Bucky

You’re his precious angel. But when someone gets too close to you, he’s marking and claiming you, reminding you that you’re all his. He’s torn off your clothes with his hands, grasping your jaw, pressing his fingers in, jaw clenching, glaring at you.

“You’re fucking mine. All mine” He’s sucking dark bruises on your neck, all the way up to your jaw and there’s no way he’s going to let you cover these.

“You’re a filthy little slut, you know that? But you’re my slut baby, can feel your panties already soaked for me”

“You gonna let daddy fill all your holes baby? Go on, get on your knees, open that pretty mouth of yours”

True to his word, he’s going to fill you till you’re stuffed and leaking with his cum. He leans against the wall, gathering your hair in a pony tail while you focus on pulling his cock out. The second your lips are on the tip, he shoves his length in, kissing the back of your throat.

“Choke on my cock baby, there you go, making a mess already angel, slobbering all over me like that”

“Use your tongue baby, you like daddy’s cock fucking your mouth like a flesh light?” All you can do is moan around his cock while he holds your head in place, thrusting in your mouth making you gag.

“You wanna taste daddy’s cum, hm? Ready to swallow my load baby? Take it baby, take it, take it fuck” You can feel his cock engorges in your mouth, shooting his load down your throat.

“Oh fuck, drink my cum angel, take my fucking cum” You swallow as much as you can, your mouth still stuffed with him, dribbles of cum slipping down your chin.

“Ready for more baby?”

Not even minutes later, his cock is standing tall again. He’s not asking. He doesn’t care for the bed when he’s like this. He takes you on the floor where he can toss you around like a ragdoll.

“Get that pretty ass up in the air for me, only I get to fuck you here, don’t I baby” The tip of his cock is prodding against your rim while he lubes up his fingers, spreading it all over his cock before shoving two fingers into you.

“Bet that guy wishes he could have you spread out like this with your ass up like a greedy little whore, hm? You’re so tight baby, tell me, have you ever let anyone else fuck you here?” You’re whining and shaking your head while he removes his fingers, lining his cock up with your ass. The tip breeches your hole and you’re screaming in pain and pleasure. He shoves his fingers into your mouth, grabbing your hair back with the other hand.

“Shhhh, suck on my fingers baby, good girl, good fucking girl”

“Your ass is something else baby, such a tight little hole desperate to be filled” You can feel the burn and stretch through your whole body, desperately trying to grab at nothing.

“Awww, is it too much for you baby?, does daddy’s fat cock hurt? It hurts baby?” He coos at you mockingly. Tears are streaming down your face, drooling all over his fingers while he continues to ram into you.

“M’so close, ass so tight around me baby, fuck I’m cumming”

He moves you over to the full length mirror in your room. He wants you to see him wreck you.

“Want you to watch baby, look at how gorgeous my angel looks full of my cock”

He’s kneeling behind you, pulling your back flush against his chest. He’s pushing his cock in your drenched soaked pussy, his metal arm snakes around your front to wrap around your neck while his other hand starts to circle your swollen clit.

“Bet you’d look even more beautiful with my babies in your belly” You’re already clenching down on him at his words, making him pick up his pace.

“Only I know how much of a slut you are, you want me to knock you up don’t you, you want all of daddy’s babies?!”

“This mouth, ass, pussy, your body, everything, you, you’re fucking mine. You’re mine babydoll, fuck, you make me so hard”

“Can feel you squeezing me, look at how fucking beautiful you look when you cum for me, you want me babies angel?”

“Take my fucking babies, take my cum, SHIT- such a fucking tight little pussy, TAKE IT FUCK”

Once he’s done, he’s massaging your body on the bed, rubbing your skin softly, pressing gentle kisses on your bruises. He’s whispering sweet nothings all night, cuddling and kissing you.

“You’re such a good girl for me doll”

“I love you”

Pregnancy kink Bucky

He was gentle initially, terrified to do anything but ever since he’s figured you won’t break, he’s fucking insatiable. He’s animalistic with you, all his primal urges are on over drive. You still have many weeks before your due date but you’re carrying his super soldier babies and they’re growing fast.  You’re carrying his sweet beautiful babies, two angels in your tummy. He’s utterly in love with the way your body has changed. Your belly is so swollen and the more your babies grow, the more he wants to ruin you.

His hands are on the sides of your tummy, rubbing soft circles while he rails into you from behind. His balls are heavy, he’s already thinking about getting you pregnant again.

“God you’re so fucking full of me princess”

“I can’t wait to get you pregnant again after our babies are born, fuck, you’re such a pretty little mama, you know that?”

“You look beautiful carrying my babies angel, you gonna let me fill you again?

“Aww baby, did daddy give you too much of his cum, filled you up so well, put two babies in you”

There’s not a lot of movement when you’re on top. He has you on top so he can admire you while warming his cock; if he moves even the slightest, he will cum on the spot, you look so perfect on top of him. His hands are all over you, stroking your belly, squeezing your heavy breasts in his hands, pinching your nipples.

“Look at those pretty full tits baby, you’re gonna feed our babies so well”

“Fuck, don’t-shit-don’t move baby, you’ll make me cum if you do that”

For some reason, seeing you tired, grumpy and pouty makes him even more feral. He always means well, just wanting to take care of you but…

“Baby, you tired? Come here sweet heart” You huff, sitting in his lap while he starts to rub your tummy, soothing you. Your body is relaxed against him, loving the way he’s kissing your shoulders, cradling your baby bump. But then his hands start to travel down. He can’t resist dipping his hands into your panties, playing with your clit. He loves how extra sensitive you are, and he’s using every excuse he can think of, to make you cum.

“Shhh, just let me make you cum baby, it’ll help you sleep”

“It’ll help you relax, you need to relax, just sit down, let me do the work”

“Why you so grumpy mama, come here, let daddy take care of you” 

It starts off sweet, hes rubbing your feet, making his way up to your calves. He always end up with his face between your legs minutes later, and it doesn’t matter where you are. Standing in the kitchen? He’s on his knees, under you dress. Making coffee? He has you on the counter. Watching tv? He’s laying on the couch, flicking his tongue over your sensitive clit.

When you start lactating, he’s acting like a starved man.

“Wanna give you all of my babies babydoll, keep these perfect swollen tits full of milk”

“You gonna let daddy have a taste? Let me drink from them baby, just let me taste a little, come on, please”

“You taste amazing mama, so fucking sweet, “He’s careful not to tug too harshly, always finding a way to gently suckle, lost in his own world, nothing else matters.

His favourite thing to do, more than anything else in the entire world (for now), is whispering sweet nothings to your baby bump while its just the two of you wrapped under the covers.

“I love you *kiss* and you *kiss* and you” He comes up to kiss you sweetly before resting his head on your tummy again while you softly stroke his hair.

“Good night angels”

“Good night my beautiful babydoll”

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[chaashni]

Dollar, Dollar Bills

Warnings: Sexworker!AU. Smut. Gunplay. Possessiveness. A little unhealthy. Toxic Nick Fowler. Some obsession. Groping. Slapping. Blowjobs. Choking. Hair pulling. Unfair power dynamics. Aggressive sex. All that. And yeah, Printesa.

Hot pink nails curled around your second free drink of the night, you rolled your shoulders, the delicate body chains wrapped all around your body and looped over your bralette sparkling as you sauntered towards the man, his sharp cheekbones and eclectic blue eyes drawing you in closer.

It was easy to forget you were the temptress when it came to Nick Fowler. Beautiful as he was, his words held an engaging darkness, struggling to rip free, crossing you in your own game and luring you in every time he decided to visit you.

"Nick Fowler." You eyed him up and down, eyes lingering at his belt, lingering at the gun he had strapped in there before snapping back to his lustful ones, keening to see that you were the object of his attention. Even now. "What brings you to me, huh?"

His chuckle was dark and expensive, just like everything else about him, the lustrously ardent eyes flickering with darkened flares as he sized you up and down, looping an arm around your bare waist, fingers itching to caress the lace of your bra. "Nothing can ever keep me from you, printesa."

You rolled your eyes, keeping your glass on one of the tables and pressing your palm on his chest, walking away, swaying your hips with grace, just the way you knew he liked. Somewhere behind you, you knew he had a tick in his jaw, his fists clenched. You could almost feel the roll in his eyes as he followed you, eyes trained on your legs. Even in the booming, lush tunes of the strip club, you could hear him thinking of ways to rip off the nylon stockings and stake his claim over your skin, tear down the curvatures of your body with his touch, mark it, brand it.

Of all the things about Nick Fowler, his possessiveness was what you understood.

Possibly because you were always looped in an uncertain web of its existence, the coils which held you hostage loosening and tightening according to <his> convenience, but never really setting you free. Like a trapped butterfly, Nick let you flutter your wings all you want. He'd have no qualms with you dancing the night away, swinging from man to man all through your shift at the club, but the moment you'd get too close- intimately close- his words, not yours, he'd riot.

Your pussy would burn and sting all through the next two weeks if you ever directly indulged another man's advances, especially when you were done with the transactional elements of your job. Ethics, he called it, often using it as his excuse to get away from stuff. Disappearing randomly for months? Work stuff. Classified. Wouldn't disclose because of 'ethics'. Making you slip pills into the drinks of potential targets so he could take them away from getting interrogated? You were helping the country. Ethics.

Ethics was the reasoning he gave when he wanted you to snoop on men who arrived at your club, jokingly calling you his 'asset', all dressed in lace and high boots, ready to kill if he asked you to.

"Where do you think you're going?" He caught your wrist, spinning you around and pulling you flush to his chest before his hands were on your hips, pushing you against one of the booths and pressing his body to yours.

He wasn't mad. Not yet. His pupils blown wide, you could barely discern the cerulean ring cuffing the exterior of the black pits as he hungrily took you in. Holding the same vehemence in those irises when he was buried inside of you, his glare was cutting through your lashes and searing into your brain, leaving you helpless in his hold.

Almost.

"Away from you." You bit back, hands pressing to his chest in an attempt to get away from him, legs sliding between his to aid you in your struggle but Nick just held on tighter, chuckling darkly.

Condescending. Mocking. Lying. It still made your cunt weep, and you would still be furious at yourself for letting him leave traces of himself all over you when you'd wake up in an empty bed.

"That's never going to happen. Not untill you unload a gun in my chest."

You scoffed, glaring at him. "Don't take your chances. I will."

Nick chuckled a little more, looking down at you like the very idea was amusing and childish in the least, still holding you close to him.

"And I wouldn't appreciate you taking the chance to run when I'm not finished talking." His knuckles ran down the apples of your cheek, sliding down to your jaw from where his thumb reached over to your lips, smirking as he smeared some of your lipstick out of the corner, onto your skin.

You rolled your eyes, removing your hands from his chest and backing up against the wall, tilting backward in your heels. "And you think you're the fucking President that I would listen to you?"

He shook his head, clicking his tongue and placing the fault of his palm over your stomach, his nails digging into the skin, leaving tiny crescents in their trail. Marks. He loved placing them on you, from his hands, his teeth, his rings. Sometimes his belt. He had his ways to make you bend, be it the leather flogger you kept in your bedside stand or his thick cock being drilled up your walls.

The choice was always for you to listen, or so he claimed. You didn't believe him.

Nick Fowler was a fucking liar. You told him so, spat it at his face only to be held tighter, like he was apprehensive you would bolt right after, a steelier look in his eyes, assuring you he wouldn't let you get too far.

He had you addicted to his lies. To his touch, more possessive than a wolf's, he trailed you like a predator circling its prey, always out of sight for you to find him, always too close for you to erase him.

"Son of a bitch." You cussed, eyes tracing the hard line of his jaw, the flare of that nerve on his temple, the twitch of his fingers. "Agent or not, I'm not going to help you find dirt on your gangs. Not for that dick of yours."

He claimed he was an agent. Showed you a CIA card too for assurance and somehow sharing the little secret with him caged you in further, like he had set the tracks of his confession to manipulate you to find your way back to him. Wait for him. Stay for him.

Nick cursed, pinning you to the wall of the booth, some giggles from inside letting you know at least someone was having a good time. "You're being a brat."

You rolled your eyes, snorting,the palm of your hands digging to his abs and succeeding in pushing him a few inches away, much to his chagrin. "C'mon Nickey boo. " you taunted, "You handle so much, you've got to work. Disappear for weeks and come back like you own me, which," you raised air quotes, "Newsflash- you don't."

The murder in his eyes, the feral madness which haunted you whenever you were out in the streets and someone got a little too close to you, radiated out of him with such intensity you had to take a moment to shut up, before your eyes were lighting up again, fuelled by the outrage building in his eyes.

"Can't you handle me being a little brat? Think you can't control me?" You contemplated mocking him some more before you shook your head, looking straight into his eyes. "I'm not doing shit for you. Find someone else to do your dirty work."

With that you ducked, attempting to sweep out from under him and go back to the business area, find a potential client to grind on, even take one home because you had already lit the spark, you could as well have some fun before the incoming explosion tore everything down.

Nick had other plans.

A hand clamped around your throat before you could even swoop down, hauling you into the booth and pinning you to the wall behind, his gun pressed under your jaw. Behind his broad frame you saw the group of inebriated friends get up from their happy bubble, confused and frankly scared out of their mind at what they were seeing.

"Leave." You ordered, glaring at them, overall salty at the few couples in there who were all over one another.

They had something you could never.

"The fuck are you waiting for? Out." Nick barked, the barrel of the gun digging into the skin of your exposed waist, his hand tilting your chin up, glaring deep into your soul.

"I know someone who has connections with this guy you're searching for. Seemingly stole a lot of money from him and loves to gloat about it. He can help you. Leave me out of this." Nick had come back for business, hadn't he? If he wasn't getting his dick wet, he was asking you for favours, requesting you to find more about people he was supposed to do whatever with, and you had done it. Out of infatuation, out of the sheer need for the dollar bills he handed you. You were not going to do that again.

"Oh babygirl," Nick chuckled, shaking his head. Your eyes followed the gun as he raised it up, snapping back to his feverishly fanatic ones as he ran it down your face, digging it right under your jaw, using it to angle your face upwards.

"Stop trying to find your way out of this and do as you're told." Voice silky and cuffed with restraint, barely comparable to the unhinged look in his eyes, you felt the heat in them drip right to your core, your anger from being abandoned stemming into arousal with each rough action of his.

You still said nothing, keeping your face on a frustrating neutral, unphased when he brought the gun over to your lips, a soft gasp betraying you when his hands curled around your jugular. "I've been going too easy on you, isn't it?"

"That shouldn't be a surprise when you're never around, dipshit."

"On your knees. Another word and I cut out your tongue." He wheeled you around, away from the wall you were squashed against, slowly reducing the pressure on your jugular, domineering eyes beckoning you to follow his orders and melt under his control like the obedient girl he wanted you to be. Deeply ashamed of yourself for having ruined your panties over this, you lowered yourself down to your knees, your heels clicking against the tiles as you reposition yourself, keeping your thighs spread open the way he liked you.

"I expect to make a whole lot of money out of this, you get it?" You sassed, rolling your eyes at him, ignoring the way you were frothing in the mouth as Nick unbuckled his belt, his hand curling around his semi while he pointed his gun at you, pressing the barell of it to your cheek.

"You'll get it." He slid it down, pushing the barrel past your lips into your mouth, precum dribbling out of his cock. "Just a few dollar bills, a few orgasms and you can do anything I want you to do, isn't it?"

He pushed the gun deeper, watching your lips roll over and then pulling it out, a feral look in his eyes. "You know what to do."

Inching forward, you curled your digits around his cock, stroking the length before spitting on your hand, expertly smearing it all over the length. Nick's hand buried itself into your hair, the body chains sliding along your body and getting entangled with one another as you leaned forward, licking a teasing stipe over his tip, smirking at the hiss above you.

"Your dick's the only good thing about you" you sassed, not waiting for a reaction before slipping him into your mouth, hollowing up your cheeks and stroking your tongue all around him, taking him halfway and bobbing your head. Nick cursed as you broke the line of spit connecting his cock to your lips, his hands digging into your shoulder, past the chains and the lace, marking you up again.

"Being a bitch isn't getting you out of this."

"Oh, I fucking know." And you were deepthroating him again, revelling in the way his hands clung to your shoulder, his gun thrown to the side as he grunted, your tongue and mouth on him. You liked how this was the way you could exercise some control on him, however fleeting and frail. It was satisfying, watching such a man, dangerous and obsessive with having the upper hand crumble right under your mouth, your touch, your lips.

The hand tracing your collar bones curled around your throat, pulling you up and flipping you around in the blink of an eye, your tiny skirt flipped up. Bending you over the very table where the couples had been exchanging filthy love promises. One hand caging your wrists, keeping them pinned behind your back, Nick ripped the nylon off your ass and thighs, his hand striking against the flesh. Hard.

You could almost feel the handprint form on your ass.

Thinking you'd go back home with that, his cum full inside you, possibly plugged up, evidence of him mapped all over your skin, had this intangible thrill burn through you. Only Nick could give you that. That was your twisted reasoning, the lust of that unachievable fire he possessed in his deranged veins, that was exactly what kept you hovering around in his clutches.

"Been too fucking long, isn't it? My beautiful princess needs me to come around more, give her more." He let go of your hands, grabbing fistfulls of your ass with both bands, kneading and rolling them. "Needed my attention so bad didn't ya? Wanted me to come back, toy with you a little and have you crying, bent over something. Isn't that it?"

You gasped, shivering as Nick dropped to his knees, his hands lifting your hips up and placing your dripping cunt right over his face, eager hands ripping off more and more of your stockings, till your calves were exposed and under the mercy of his demanding fingers.

"You were gone. For weeks." Your accusations felt weak when they were melted in a sea of pleasurable moans, his tongue teasing your nub and snaking against your folds with such ease, like he knew exactly what would have you squirming, like Nick had never left.

Buried between your thighs, he groaned, smacking his lips over your clit and sucking it filthily, his moans vibrating over your cunt, your grip on the edge of the table hard, your face pressed against the wood.

"Doesn't take long to get you squirming." Nick spoke right over your pussy, words muffled by your moans as the vibrations rung through you, a sob stretching out of your lips. "Cause you're mine. Your body knows that. Your mind accepts it too."

He landed a smack on your ass, smiling against your dripping lips at your startled gasp, shoving his tongue into your hole. "You think I don't see it? Past that bratty little mouth?" This man, your nemesis, chuckled, tongue lapping up your juices as you squirmed and moaned, "I know how much you want me. Letting me fuck you in a club, where your silly little friends can see you get fucked stupid. Your dipshit customers too"

The hard smack on your pussy had you barrelling forward, and you felt Nick stand behind you, his meaty thighs landing on each side of your hips, hands dancing over your back to the sides of your boobs. "I know you want it. Being claimed by me? You love it. You love how feral I am for you, how much I hate being away from you."

His hands danced over the thin strips of lace holding your bra together, loosening it and sliding under the body chains over to the side of your boobs. "Will be marking them up later. All night long if that's what is needed for you to remember."

As you cursed under your breath, Nick lined his cock against your folds, teasing the tip all the way down your length before sliding an inch into your hole, chuckling darkly when you tried to push your hips back on his cock.

"Fuck me properly, asshole." You seethed, knowing how his expression would go all sinister and mean after this, eyes clouded with the feral unhingedness you seeked in every man you performed for. His hand dug into your hair, pulling the roots harshly, some tears pricking into yours.

"That's what you want, babygirl?" Without another warning, he snapped his hips, drilling his cick inside, the moan dancing at the tip of your tongue knocked out in full force as he began thrusting in hard and fast, leaving you panting and drooly as you tried to match back to his thrusts. Holding your hair still, he chuckled when your boobs slipped out of your loose bra, your curses incoherent in the sea of pleasure. Rolling his hips, Nick slowed down, only to cuff the back of your neck and press his digits into the dip of your collarbones, plunging his cock in, tearing some sobs out of your lips. He chanted his claim away, mouth mapping down your bare back, tongue caressing every dip and freckle of your skin, claiming every spot that made you shiver as his.

Nick filled you up the moment you had stopped convulsing from the effects of your orgasm, mouth latched over your shoulder, your face smeared with tear tracks and mascara lines, perfectly disheveled.

"That a good enough homecoming present for you, Princess?" He asked cockily, taking in your face, scoffing at the smirk you gave him.

Now's your time.

The gun he had thrown carelessly aside now rested in your hands as you managed to slip out and flip around, pointing it at him. Nick looked unphased for the most part, a little impressed at most.

"What do I have to do to get you to stay?" You implored, the gun pressed to his forehead. Nick chuckled, shaking his head.

"I'm never gonna leave, babygirl."

"Liar."

"You love the way I lie," he smirked, pulling the gun out of hold easily, one of your boobs exposed. His hands went to your nipple, twisting it darkly, chuckling when you winced.

"And I love it when you stay here and wait for me like a good girl." The gun pressed to your cheek, he toyed with your breasts, tweaking your nipples and swatting them. "You'd do that for me, wouldn't you?"

You nodded. This was a losing game anyway, so you set your sight on the wad of cash he placed next to you, your second best bet.

"Good -fucking- girl."

[bbyboybucket]

I’m so horny for Bucky rn

[buckyscombatboots]

Unfinished Beefy!Bucky x Reader Drabble

Pairing: Soft Dom!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Lots of steamy kissing, Beefy!Bucky, biting, marking, mentions of blood, size difference, Bucky has tattoos, Bittersweet (reader is hella sentimental, because I was in a sappy touch starved mood whilst writing this)

Here’s another thing from my pile of unfinished things, that will probably never be finished. This was either meant to be part of a biker!bucky fic or roommates!bucky fic but at this point I don’t know so here you go, enjoy.

His strong hands hooked under your thighs pulling you impossibly closer to him as he harshly slammed you against the steamed up shower room glass. The cold glass electrified your senses causing your nipples to pebble and your whole body to be covered in goosebumps. Bucky craned his neck down to lick and suck at your throat causing blossoms of red and purple to bloom under his demanding mouth. You let out whines and moans as he sucked, you tugged at his dark wet locks. Bucky let out an animalistic groan whilst sinking his teeth into the area where your neck and shoulder met, his head suddenly rose just enough to meet yours. He leant his forehead against yours, kissing you and forcing your mouth open with the prod of his tongue. The kiss tasted metallic, like blood you peered down at where Bucky had bit and saw a faint copper tinge to the water that was running down your shoulder. He had bit you harder than you expected, but the overwhelming pleasure of being enveloped by him must have overridden the pain from his teeth sinking into your neck. He nudged your cheek with his nose, causing you to turn back to him “I’m not finished kissing you yet. You can look at my handy work later, kiss. Now.” He demanded in a hushed hoarse voice. He nibbled at your bottom lip before reconnecting your mouths. His kisses make you crazy, they make you crave more, they make you want to hold on to him and never let go, they make you never want to lose him, ever, they make you desperate, sentimental even…that doesn’t happen much. Your hands fall from his hands and begin travelling all over his body, parting the hot stream of water with your finger as you trace his tattoos. His tongue explores your mouth and tangles with your tongue. He pulls away breathless, eyebrows knitted together chest heaving. Your heart pounds against your rib cage as if it’s desperate to escape. The sight of him so utterly destroyed just for you, you both broke each other down, both of your defences were worn away and now you could see each other for the first time and you loved it, you loved him.

[fandoms-writings]

🥺🥺 just love him so much

and he loves you🥺