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#bringbackmouthcovering #bringbackdryhumping #bringbackhairpulling #bringbackfingersinmouth

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THUNDERBOLTS* – 2025, dir. Jack Schreier

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Florence Pugh in Thunderbolts | 2025

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florence pugh - thunderbolts*

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HAILEE STEINFELD as KATE BISHOP - HAWKEYE S1E2

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Bucky just wants his arm.

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THUNDERBOLTS* 2025 | dir. Jake Schreier

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Elizabeth Olsen | WandaVision Gag Reel

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yelena strapping you every single fucking night becuase she can’t get enough of the sound your little pussy makes when she sinks into you

“hear that, sweetheart? the sound of your wet pussy taking my fake dick?” and she’s fucking grinning while watching you hold onto the cuffs for dear life above your head

her hands are pushing your legs so fucking wide that you can feel the cool breeze on your swollen clit

“like she was made to take it, wasn’t she?” she asks, not looking for an answer per say — well…she had her panties shoved in your mouth so. not like you could answer back clearly anyways

just as you want to let out a soft whine, you hear a grunt in the corner.

bucky casted to the cuck chair with a hand wrapped tightly around his fist. the rules were simple — he wasn’t allowed to say anything to yelena, but dirty talk the fuck out of you.

and he did.

and every time something he said turned you on, all yelena would say was, “fuck — she’s squeezin’ me again.”

“such a fuckin’ slut, aren’t you doll? gettin’ fucked by someone while i’m watchin’…bet that pussy is fuckin’ leaking for more dick.” your eyes flash over to yelena’s as you whimper — pussy making the wettest sounds any of you have ever heard

“don’t even have to fucking say it — can hear that sopping little cunt the harder yelena fucks you.” he groans as he leans back farther in the chair and spreads his legs. he goes to grab his balls in his melts hand — the cool sensation on his hot skin making him flush in the cheeks

“she fits like a fuckin’ dream, barnes. wait til you slip inside…” she rambles as she picks up the lace, her cock heavy on her hios as she wants to shoot her load into you

“you want it, sweetheart? want mommy’s cum?” you nod, breathing heavily against the panties shoved in your mouth and the clinks of the chains rattling gently against the wood

the cum wasn’t real, and the dick was plastic — but she was fucking you like she was on a mission to put a damn baby in you

“and when she’s done pumping you of cum, doll, i’m next.” bucky stands at his full high with his cock still heavy in his hands, thumb swiping the tip of his mess

“that’s right, sunshine.” yelena quips, gripping onto both your hips tightly.

“he’s gonna fuck it right back up into you.”

“and then imma pump you full of daddy’s cum. so this pretty pussy will have both our cum to get that belly big and full.”

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── undo me (bucky barnes x reader)

cw: praise kink, dom!bucky, slightly possessive bucky, soft aftercare, mild angst

m.list

The safehouse was quiet—too quiet. Rain beat gently against the windows while you sat on the couch, one leg tucked beneath you, nursing a bruised shoulder and a heart full of things left unsaid.

"You okay?" Bucky's voice was low as he walked in from the other room. He hadn't taken off his tac suit yet, and the way it clung to his chest shouldn't have made your stomach flutter. But it did.

"I'm fine," you muttered, not meeting his eyes.

"You're not." He crossed the room and crouched beside you, brushing your arm lightly. "Let me help."

You finally looked at him. "With what?"

He didn’t answer—not at first. Just studied you. “You always push me away after missions.”

You blinked. “What are you talking about?”

“I see the way you go quiet. The way you avoid me. The way you look at me like you're scared of what might happen if you let go.”

Your breath caught. “And what would happen if I did?”

His jaw tightened. “I'd ruin you.”

Your eyes locked, tension snapping like a live wire between you. One second passed. Two. Then he kissed you.

It wasn’t soft. It was months of built-up need, frustration, longing, all crashing into you at once. His hands were on your waist, then under your shirt, then pushing you back onto the couch, lips trailing down your jaw, your throat.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, hovering over your lips again. “And I will.”

You hooked your fingers in his belt. “Don’t even think about it.”

Clothes were everywhere—your top flung across the floor, Bucky’s jacket tossed aside. His dog tags swung over your bare chest as he hovered above you, hips grinding slow and deep against your core as he kissed your neck.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he groaned against your skin. “Always walking around like you don’t know how bad I want you.”

“Then show me,” you gasped.

He pulled your panties down slowly, almost reverently. “You’re perfect. So damn perfect.” Fingers brushed through your folds, teasing. “This what you wanted? Me touching you like this?”

“Y-Yes—Bucky, please—”

He pushed two fingers in, slow and firm, curling just right. You moaned his name, legs already shaking.

“Good girl. That’s it. Take it. You’ve been so patient.” His metal hand gripped your hip while his flesh hand worked you open. “God, you’re so wet. You were thinking about this, weren’t you?”

You nodded, breathless. “I always think about you.”

That broke something in him.

He kissed you again, deeper this time, fingers fucking you faster as your body arched into him. And when he finally sank into you, thick and slow, stretching you perfectly—his groan was filthy.

“Look at me,” he growled. “Wanna see your face when I make you come.”

You clenched around him, body trembling. “Then don’t stop—please, Bucky—don’t stop—”

He didn’t. He fucked you through it, praising you the whole time, whispering how good you felt, how much he needed you, how long he’d waited for this.

And when you collapsed against him, spent and shaking, he pulled you into his arms like you were something precious.

“You okay?” he murmured against your hair.

You smiled sleepily. “Better than okay.”

He kissed your temple, holding you tighter.

“You’re mine now,” he said softly. “You always were.”

You hadn’t meant to fall asleep.

But you did—curled up against Bucky’s chest, wrapped in one of the threadbare blankets from the safehouse linen closet. His hand rested over your lower back, thumb brushing circles into your skin as if to remind himself that you were still there.

You woke up to the soft press of his lips against your shoulder. A kiss. Then another. Then another.

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” he murmured, voice low and rough with sleep—and something else. Hunger.

You stretched slowly, feeling the ache in your thighs and the soft throb between your legs. “You didn’t.”

His hand slid up your bare side. “You feel too good. Couldn’t stop touching you.”

You turned onto your back, looking up at him. Hair mussed, lips slightly swollen, dog tags still resting against his chest. He looked… beautiful. Wrecked. Yours.

"You never said what this was," you said softly, searching his eyes.

Bucky’s expression didn’t waver. “It’s real.”

“Just for tonight?”

His jaw clenched. “No. Not just tonight.”

You kissed him, slow and sweet—and just like that, the tension between you shifted again. From soft… back to hungry.

It started slow—your fingers brushing over his chest, down his abs, dragging across the band of his boxers. Bucky’s breath hitched, his hand catching yours.

“You’re sure?”

You nodded. “I want all of you. Again.”

That was all it took.

He was on you in seconds—mouth hot, eager, tongue licking into yours like he couldn't get enough. He kissed his way down your body, stopping between your legs, spreading them gently with both hands.

“Let me taste you again,” he rasped.

You gasped as his tongue slid through your folds, slow and greedy, sucking your clit into his mouth while his fingers dug into your thighs. He moaned like you were the one giving him pleasure.

“You’re so sweet, fuck—never gonna get enough of this.”

You tugged at his hair, your hips lifting to meet his mouth. “Bucky—God—please—”

He didn’t stop until you were shaking again, crying out his name, grinding against his face until he finally came up, chin wet, eyes dark.

“Turn around,” he whispered. “Hands on the headboard.”

You obeyed before you even thought about it—back arched, legs spread, body thrumming with need.

He slid into you from behind, slow and deep, his metal hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.

“You were made for me,” he groaned against your ear. “Look how easy you take me.”

Your walls clenched around him, greedy. His pace was brutal, controlled—like he’d been holding back and couldn’t anymore.

You reached back blindly, and he caught your wrist, pinning it to your lower back with his flesh hand while his metal one slipped between your legs, rubbing tight circles against your clit.

“Come for me again. I wanna feel you squeeze me.”

You shattered—again—your vision going white, legs trembling, sobbing his name as he fucked you through it. He wasn’t far behind, hips stuttering before he finally spilled inside you with a broken moan, forehead pressed to your back.

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take my breath away

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Me @ the thunderbolts men

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Chris Evans as Steve Rogers AVENGERS: AGE OF ULTRON

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Thunderbolts (2025) | dir. Jake Schreier

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THE AVENGERS (2012)

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HAILEE STEINFELD as KATE BISHOP - HAWKEYE S1E3