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veltana · 22 hours

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No but I feel for Ransom so much 😂 when I met my partner I was like "I sleep on my side of the bed and you on your side and don't fucking touch me." And now I can't get a good nights sleep if were not cuddling 🙈

This was the perfect combo of fluffy and smutty and I loved it! They're just perfect for each other 😍

Security Jammies

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,221 Summary: It was an annoying, inconvenient realization that had Ransom showing up at your place unannounced. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Soft!Ransom. Established relationship. Unprotected sex. Cockwarming. Feels. Two trolls in love tbh.

A/N: I am so ridiculously excited to share my first offering for our Cum Together: A Community Revival Extravaganza!! The prompts below just jumped out at me and I really wanted to write some soft!Ransom because I’m so in love with him, and making him a happy, in love boy just makes my heart so happy 😭 Also this maaaay or may not be an interlude from a larger story I have planned but can totally be read as a standalone hehe.

My Prompts: Showing up at your love’s home in the middle of the night because you need to be with them + “Admit it, you didn’t really know true happiness until you met me.” + “My favorite thing in the world is being here with you.”

The knock at your front door as you were turning out the lights to go to bed was surprising.

Finding Ransom Drysdale, your boyfriend, on the other side of said door was even more surprising, although his unexpected arrival certainly wasn’t a bad thing.

In fact, the sight of him alone had your belly swooping with happiness, your lips tugging up into a smile as you leaned against the doorframe, crossed your arms, and said, “I didn’t realize we had plans tonight.”

“We don’t,” Ransom huffed, shooting you an annoyed look before his gaze was flickering away.

Avoiding yours.

His attitude only made you smile bigger. As did the realization that he was looking a little more haphazard and rumpled than usual in his favorite cream cable knit sweater, black joggers, and his worn sneakers.

“Something I can help you with then, handsome?”

Once again, Ransom’s narrowed gaze found yours, accusation shining in the brilliant blue depths of his eyes as he frowned at you. His words were muttered so quietly, you almost didn’t hear them as he confessed, “I can’t fucking sleep without you.”

You nearly burst into laughter, but you could tell that Ransom was genuinely grumpy at this realization–and probably the lack of sleep, too–so instead you did your best to suppress your smile from growing any bigger, grabbed one of his big hands with one of yours, and tugged him inside.

“Poor handsome Ransom, just can’t stay away, huh?”

He shot you a half-hearted stink eye as he kicked off his sneakers and left them beside your own by the front door.

“Yeah, yeah, yuck it up, jammies,” he huffed.

You giggled at the ridiculous pet name that you loved so much which spawned from Ransom’s insistence that you had more pajamas than actual clothes, and he wasn’t wrong. As his gaze dipped to take in your current pajamas, you tried not to preen.

You could tell that he was torn between scoffing and laughing when he caught sight of the embellished cartoon llama on your t-shirt, wearing its own pajamas, and the baby pink sleep shorts with tiny little llamas all over them that went along with it.

“Christ, you’re ridiculous,” Ransom grumped.

You just grinned at him.

The longer he stared at you, the more the forced annoyance bled from Ransom’s beautiful features, his head tilting to the side and his lips curling into a smirk when he realized, “You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”

It was instant, the way your body perked up in awareness, and you couldn’t stop yourself from squirming on the spot as you crossed your arms over your chest, your own eyes narrowing.

Ransom was full out grinning now as he stepped closer, plucked a wrist of yours in each of his big hands, and dismantled your makeshift shield so he could get a better look at the way your hard nipples were poking against the thin cotton of your shirt.

“Don’t hide from me.”

Your cunt clenched at the huskiness to his voice, but you weren’t ready to give in to him just yet. You still had some more teasing left in you.

Because you were a perfect compliment to Ransom’s own troll nature, after all, and heckling him was your favorite.

“You’re so obsessed with me, I’m a little embarrassed for you to be honest.”

Ransom just rolled his eyes as he slowly backed you into the nearest wall. His gaze sparkled at you when he shoved a knee between your thighs and your breath hitched at the sudden, warm press of him between your legs.

Nooo, don’t let him win, you internally whined at yourself.

Tipping your chin up, you turned Ransom’s smirk against him. “Do you have an altar for worshiping me at home? Maybe tucked away in your closet where no one can see it? Do you kneel or–”

Ransom smothered the rest of your words with his lips, grinning at your quiet squeak as he kissed you with the kind of determined urgency that had you instantly melting against him and kissing him back with just as much fervor.

When he finally pulled away to let you catch your breath, Ransom touched his forehead to yours as he purred, “We both know you on your knees for me is the much better scenario.”

You just blinked at him owlishly, your sluggish brain taking a long moment to process his words and remember your own that had spawned them.

Ransom laughed at the dazed state of you, kissing the tip of your nose before he was corralling you away from the wall, then down the hallway to your bedroom.

It felt like one second you were in the doorway, Ransom’s big hands framing your hips and giving them a promising squeeze as he loomed behind you, and then the next you were both naked, your bodies perfectly slotted together as you laid on your sides facing each other, curled close as Ransom drank from your mouth like he simply couldn’t get enough of you.

The feeling was totally mutual, your hand reaching between your bodies for Ransom’s hard cock before your brain even realized its destination.

“Wanna feel you,” you panted against his lips as you hooked your leg over his hip and shimmied closer. “Fill me up.”

“Who’s obsessed with who now?” Ransom hummed, laughing when you just shot him a dirty look before giving his cock a squeeze and stroke combo that had him “Hnnngh”ing.

“You little menace,” he grunted.

Your resulting smile was beatific as his big hand dropped to yours and guided your touch, until both your hands were sticky with his pre-cum and you were whining for your own stimulation.

Just about to beg for him again–and shamelessly so–your words caught in your throat when your eyes met Ransom’s and found such a soft and warm kind of tenderness awaiting you in that dark, wanting gaze of his.

The swoop was back in your belly, your chest fluttering with joy as your face softened and you slid your hand against Ransom’s ruddy cheek and reeled him in for another kiss.

You kissed him slowly this time, your lips languid against his, loving him without speaking a single word and savoring the taste of him on your tongue as he groaned into your mouth.

Ransom’s hand squeezed your hip, hitching your leg up higher as he rolled you over onto your back, settling his big, lean body on top of yours. His hand kept on ascending, until it found yours and he laced your fingers together as he held your hand down against the rumpled sheets beside your head.

His lust-blown gaze found yours just as he drove balls deep into your needy pussy, his kiss-swollen lips trapping your moan between your mouths as he dropped his forehead to yours and panted.

You breathed his name as your eyes fluttered shut, allowing yourself a moment to just feel him, all of him filling you up, making your cunt flutter and clench as that needy string pulled taut and wanting deep within the core of you.

The thought was sudden but genuine as you realized that you could happily spend the rest of your life just like this - locked together with Ransom, filled by him, consumed by him, wholly his and no other’s as you basked in every single second of being with him, being his other half, his person.

Because he was most definitely, unequivocally yours.

“Hey, you okay?”

Your eyes fluttered open and you realized you were crying, blinking the rest of your happy tears from your blurred gaze as you nodded and shot Ransom an abashed smile.

“Yeah, I’m good. Really good,” you promised, tipping your face up and kissing him gently.

“You sure?” he asked, swiping away a lingering tear from your cheek and watching you closely as you nodded again.

“Promise.” You rocked your hips, clenching around him on purpose. “Make us both feel good.”

“Jesus, you’re bossy.”

Ransom cracked a grin at your giggle, giving your hand still clasped in his a squeeze before his hips started to move.

Soon your bodies were working together in tandem, writhing and rocking in a sensual push and pull that had words lost to you both as you pressed close and kissed each other frantically between sharp gasps and throaty moans.

It felt like your body was soaring, rising higher and higher toward the peak of your pleasure, and you knew that Ransom was nearly there, too. You could feel it by the way his rhythm was growing jerky, the way he was grunting against your ear and rutting into you desperately, wildly.

He suddenly flipped you over, making you gasp and then groan as you settled over him. You felt him so much deeper than before, grinding against him and meeting his fucked out gaze as his big hands shot to your hips and guided the bounce of your body on top of his.

“Cum for me, kitten, come on, wanna feel you,” he moaned, planting his feet on the mattress and pounding up into you from below.

All it took was a few swipes of your own fingers against your clit before your orgasm was slamming into you, whiting out your vision and making your head buzz as it dropped back and you keened long and loud as you writhed atop Ransom as you rode out your release.

The wave of ecstasy was just starting to recede from your body as Ransom came, and you distantly thanked every deity in existence for gifting you this moment, witnessing his unabashed pleasure, because of you.

Ransom was beautiful as he surrendered to his own bliss, his hair wild and flopping over his forehead, his handsome face rosy with exertion and shining with sweat.

But it was the way his eyes were fixed on you so avidly–so intently–as he gripped your hips and drove into your messy, overwrought cunt that final few times that had another small rise fluttering through you and drawing out his own climax.

It was one of your favorite things - being locked in Ransom’s feral, possessive gaze as his cock throbbed deep inside you and he filled you with his cum. You shuddered atop him as you felt the last few twitches and pulses of his cock, your body hyperaware and your mind already settling into that blissed out, floaty state that had you sighing your content as you stretched out over Ransom’s body just as he went pliant beneath you.

Humming your satisfaction, you knocked your nose against his, finding that soft, warm look awaiting you in Ransom’s eyes as you met his gaze just before you were kissing him just as gently as he had been watching you a moment ago.

Feeling sleepy and playful as you pulled away and clocked Ransom’s happy, boyish grin, you spared him a cat-that-got-the-cream kind of smile as you teased, “Admit it, you didn’t really know true happiness until you met me.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna write a sonnet about it tomorrow,” he deadpanned without missing a beat.

Laughing, you stole one more peck from his lips before happily sinking down on top of him and hugging him like a clingy koala.

Ransom was quiet for a few moments, his big, soft hands slowly dragging up and down your bare back in soothing strokes. “Let me clean you up,” he murmured, trying to shift out from beneath you.

“Noooo,” you whined, holding him tighter and clenching around his cock, which was still tucked deep inside of you, on purpose. “Not yet. Love being filled by you.”

He grinned at your slurred words, tone playful as he hummed, “My little cockwarming gremlin,” and nearly laughed outright when you just wordlessly hummed right back at him in confirmation.

Feeling soft–and happy–Ransom settled beneath you once more, his own gaze growing more half-lidded with each quiet second that passed. Still, he couldn’t help but force himself to stay awake, just a little while longer.

He had something on his mind, gnawing away, something he needed to say, but he wanted to make sure that you weren’t awake before saying it, because he wasn’t quite brave enough yet to say such things to you outright.

When he was sure that you were asleep, Ransom smoothed a hand over your head, nosing at your crown as he finally confessed on a whisper, “My favorite thing in the world is being here with you.”

“I know…” you replied instantly, sleepily, but still awake after all.

You pressed a kiss to Ransom’s bare chest and grinned at the way he had gone stock still beneath you, caught red-handed in his soft feels for you.

“And ditto…stalker,” you teased to break the tension, feeling his big body shake with laughter beneath you.

“Go to sleep, jammies,” Ransom huffed for show, even as he held you a little bit tighter, enamored with you and your sweet, playful heart just a little bit more than he was when he first showed up on your doorstep tonight.

Sighing your content, you tipped your face up and burrowed it against the crook of his neck. Inhaling his comforting scent, you barnacled Ransom just as tightly as he was barnacling you as you finally, happily drifted off to sleep.

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veltana · 22 hours

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YES! I would watch the SHIT out of a live show like that! 🥵 this was so fucking hot to read! And the header(?) for the fic is A+! God damn!

Your Soft Doll

Steve Rogers x female reader; cam!boy Steve Rogers x cam!girl reader

summary: A new collaboration increases not only your ratings, but also your heart rate.

warnings: sex work; sex work positive; cam!boy Steve; cam!girl reader; smut; sex recording; p*rn content; oral (m receiving); pussy spanking; safe sex/use of protection; light Dom/sub undertones; aftercare; pet names (Doll);

word count: 5.7k

Author's Note: This is my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420's Extravaganza 🔥I used prompts: #CE!babe is a cam!boy and #Soft!dom. I think the vibe of the story is telling, but if anyone has any doubts after reading it, then I confirm that they totally going to be coworkers who fall in love 🥰 Steve is titled Sir as per the final results of the most exciting, head-to-head till last minute poll.

Ever since you found yourself in front of the camera, your confidence has gradually grown. The shyness and uneasiness of the first shows you did has diminished, since you fully acknowledged that you had full control.

You decided on what to do, how to show your body, which toys to use. Even when you allowed your viewers to pick something of their choice, it was curated to whatever you felt comfortable doing.

The power was yours all the time.

It was about to change…

When two weeks ago a private message appeared in your inbox, your heart paused for a long moment, then started into a rush.

Registered viewers could send you DMs, but your web provided e-mail address was hidden, available only to the site managers and other verified performers. Aside from regular updates about rules, porn-related newsletters and fun messages exchanged with a few cam working friends, you never received any significant mails.

Until him.

The name of the user itself has evoked such a strong reaction.

Nomadick.

One of the most popular camboys on the site, whom you knew not only due to his followers count rating him in the top three, but also because he was one of your secret little joys.

Well, considering his actual size, it was a massive joy. Had been even before you set up your own profile.

The term camboy also didn’t fit him.

With his broad frame, impressive shoulders to waist ratio, sculpted muscles, big hands and the most beautiful, thick cock? With sharp jawline softened by neatly trimmed beard and blue eyes sparkling mischievously as he stared into the camera? With his voice so deep and velvety that each of his words felt like a caress of leather on your naked skin?

He was no boy, but a man.

A man of your dreams. Of your wet, needy dreams.

You indulged in his videos and livestreams before you even joined the site yourself. And you still continued. While some of the sex workers strayed away from that source of pleasure once they got to work it from the inside, you still enjoyed it. You had a few of your favorites, but Nomadick triumphed over all.

To have him contact you directly was a somewhat of a fangirling moment for you.

His message was polite and professional, without an ounce of cockiness or lewd undertones. What you appreciated was that he started with an introduction of his real name - something so simple, but which you read as a truly respectful approach.

Steve.

You knew from now on you would be moaning it as you got yourself off watching his videos.

He wrote to you with a proposition of a co-working project. Something that never truly crossed your mind, until he suggested it.

Steve listed the reasons why he was considering a series of shows with a partner (something he hasn’t done yet himself either) and admitted that you’re the first and so far the only camgirl he had messaged about it. Keeping it professional, he suggested meeting for coffee and talking the details over.

You remembered your heart hammering in your chest and your skin tingling with heat as you approached him at the small, but quite busy cafe. It was sort of a business meeting, yet you were trembling and nervous as if it was a date.

Steve’s smile and friendly approach eased your nerves, though something in the way he eyed you a few times suggested he was probably aware of his effect on you. If he figured out that you may have gotten a little wet, Steve didn’t comment on it.

He skilfully led your conversation from comfortable small talk, to sharing some funny misadventures in your workline, to finally talking over the details of your potential cooperation.

You had a nice number of subscribers and your streams have gotten more and more viewers these past months. However, Steve’s statistics were monumentally more impressive.

From the business point of view, having your name associated with his would mean a great gain in terms of new followers and income.

Even if you weren’t itching to feel his hands on you at least once, it was an opportunity you couldn’t pass.

With the way Steve explained why he chose you, he had any remaining doubts and resistance melting away, too.

He made it clear that he watched a few of your shows; complimented the way you made the viewers feel as if they were exploring some things with you for the first time; which was what he aimed in his work, as well.

Steve’s eyes darkened slightly, causing your thighs to clench, when he mentioned how hot you sounded.

You both agreed that doing a livestream first, to gauge the public’s reaction, was the best idea to start with. If the response would be as enthusiastic as Steve predicted, you would plan on recording more videos. Perhaps even decide on a long-term cam partnership.

The following days consisted of exchanged mails: each of you listing your limits, preferences, expectations, as well your latest STD testing results. Over the phone you talked over the recording details, including choosing the place of action.

Steve left that decision to you, flexible to be at your place, if you felt more comfortable and safe in your own home. However, you decided his apartment was the best option. Not only was it considerably bigger than yours, but Steve owned better equipment. Quality was important in your line of work, or at least you liked it more polished and clean.

Preparations had you focused on the practical side, pushing aside anxious thoughts of actual sex. It was the moment you stepped out of your apartment to go to Steve’s place, that realization of what was about to happen unleashed some buzzing emotions.

It was a rush of excitement, underlaid with a softer kind of fear.

Nervousness about the performance veiled the trembling curiosity regarding intimacy with Steve.

You scolded yourself inwardly; reminding yourself of the professional angle of the whole situation, to treat it more clinical than emotional. But then Steve opened the door, wearing only a pair of low-hung sweatpants and an objective approach flew out the window.

Perhaps, if you were co-working with any other camboy, your reactions would be more restrained.

With Nomadick it wasn’t possible.

Not when you experienced so many orgasms induced by his videos, flooding your body with binding oxytocin.

Steve greeted you with a boyish smile and let you in. Being shown around his apartment as if you were simply visiting a new friend, allowed your heart rate to gradually settle down. Though it picked up its rhythm again once you stepped into his spacious bedroom.

You recognized that bed and that background. Steve often streamed from this exact place, sprawled on his bed like a king to be worshiped, basking in the golden hour’s glow.

The other place you liked in his videos was a big, comfy armchair in the corner of what looked like a library, though he hasn’t shown you that nook in his house yet.

“Do you want something to drink?” Steve asked, pointing to a dresser where a whole array of water bottles and fruit juice stood. You also noticed a basket of candy bars.

A camera was set up on a sturdy tripod in front of the bed, along with basic light equipment already put in place in the right setting. The camera was linked to a laptop, which was on a narrow table right next to it. The screen displayed Steve’s cam site.

On the bedside table Steve has prepared a bottle of lube, a box of tissues, some wet wipes and a box of condoms.

You had an implant and a part of you was more than eager to take Steve bare, but since it was your first time together using condoms felt like the right choice.

When you expressed a slight doubt on the matter, wondering if the viewers wouldn’t prefer it the other way, Steve said that they’d be into watching your pussy taking him anyway and that a creampie could be something additionally exciting for your future projects.

Build up the excitement for more.

“Not at the moment, thanks,” you replied with a smile, placing your to-go bag on the floor.

“Thought we might start soon, since we’re reaching the busiest hours on the site’s activity.” Steve said as he pulled closer a small clothes rack with free hangers for you to put your clothes and necessities on. “If you need more time, that’s okay, too.”

You smiled, feeling some of your nervousness float away at Steve’s caring and patient behavior.

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “There’s really nothing that I could do to be more prepared.”

Though remembering now the size of your cock, maybe I should take a week or two of stretching my pussy…

Trying to appear confident, you took off your t-shirt and hung it on the rack. You chose a pink, floral lingerie set to wear. Even if you’d be losing them rather quickly, you enjoyed wearing pretty things.

As you unzipped your jeans, you remembered something you wanted to ask Steve earlier.

“Umm, one thing, though-”

“Yeah?” Steve glanced your way as he moved to prepare the stream to start.

“You go by Nomadick and your real name has never been revealed on the camera. I imagine there will be moments when I feel the urge to address you in some way,” you focused on your clothes, hoping your sudden embarrassment didn’t show. “How would you want me to call you?”

There was a quiet pause and when you looked up Steve was back right in front of you. His lips were curled in a soft, appreciative smile.

“You are right, I’d prefer our names to remain private. Though-” he touched your cheek with a single digit, tracing a gentle line to your lips- “calling you by your name feels the most instinctive.”

“Wha-what do you propose then?” You stood glued to the spot, mustering all your control not to quiver at his touch.

How the hell would your body react to him fucking you, if you were already quite putty in his hands?

“There's a word doll in your username. How about I call you that?”

Hearing Steve roll the pet name on his tongue sent a tingling zap to your nipples.

Your choice of username was dictated by the necessity of the job. You were never truly fond of that particular pet name, but there were already so many kittens and babies on the site that you needed to stand out in some way.

When Steve said it, suddenly it felt good.

“Sure. That’s actually perfect, I think.” Your sweet wonder soured as your brows drew into a scowl. “But I’m not convinced that calling you Nomadick would sound natural. Nor begging, please give me your dick, Dick.”

Steve laughed at that and you reciprocated with a grin of your own. However, when his mirth slowly ceased and he tilted his head down, peeking at you from beneath his ridiculously long, curved eyelashes, you felt the heat burn your lungs again.

“And what would you like to call me, doll?” He didn’t make any move to touch you again, yet somehow you felt a brush of digits right between your thighs, causing your breath to hitch as you replied:

“Sir.”

Tip of a pink tongue darted out as Steve slowly licked over his bottom lip. You felt an urge to swipe your own tongue over it, to coax him into kissing you so good you’d grind against him in need.

“Agreed,” Steve accepted your suggestion.

For a few seconds more you just looked at each other; a charged pull holding you both in a tense bubble that really called for one, delicious kind of burst.

Then Steve straightened and took a small step back, bringing you both back into reality. He returned to his task of setting up the stream, while you put final touches to your appearance.

Once you felt ready, you slowly stepped toward the bed and sat on it. You had a few poses mastered and you knew to curl your legs as you slightly leaned to the side, bracing on one arm, while your other hand gently stroked your own thigh.

Steve winked at you as he approached the bed then sat on the edge of the mattress. He faced the camera and you knew that he gave the viewers this seductive, playful smirk as he greeted everyone.

“As you can see, I have a special surprise for you tonight.” The way he said it made you giddy, as if you were the recipient who was about to get spoiled.

In a certain way, you would be, since you got to experience Steve in all of his glory.

“I’m so excited to spend this evening with YourSoftDoll-” Steve turned his face to look at you.

Your eyes met, your breath once again hitching in your lungs as he tucked a curled finger beneath your chin.

“You have good taste,” he winked at the camera, “so I’m sure you’re already familiar with her work. If not, there’s a direct link to her account. You have to check it out, it’s most delicious.”

“It is,” you chimed in, keeping your voice in that softly seductive tone you practiced for your videos. “Just like I am delicious…”

“Mhmm, can’t wait to find that out for myself.” Steve held your gaze as he moved his hand to brush down your neck and over your shoulder. “I’m sure our audience would love a taste, too.”

He eased the pink strap of your bra down your shoulder, then drew his index finger along the trim of your bra cup, tracing a hot line over the swell of your breast.

You let out a tiny sigh - a little practiced, but also elicited by your genuine reaction to Steve’s touch.

You tilted your face toward his, not quite reaching his lips.

“I want a taste of you, too.” You made your plea sound just on the edge of needy.

The way Steve’s eyes darkened suggested he wouldn't mind satisfying that need.

He splayed his fingers over your sternum then swiped them up, curling around the front of your neck as he claimed your lips. It was an intense kiss, even if it was on the more demure side compared to the open licking and messy spitting type of kissing most porn portrayed.

When Steve pulled away, it was with a slight bite to your bottom lip and his hand still wrapped around your throat.

“Let’s show this beautiful body of yours to the viewers first, doll,” he directed softly.

“Yes, Sir.” You licked your lips, nearly giggling mischievously as you saw Steve’s gaze fall back to your kiss-swollen mouth.

Steve made you sit on the edge of the bed, taking his place behind you. With how big he was, your frame in front of him didn’t obscure the sight of him too much.

With your back to Steve’s chest, you leaned your head onto his shoulder and sighed in pleasure as his hands traced over your body. Steve’s touch was feather-like at first. Unexpected gentleness of that intimate introduction to each other’s bodies evoked goosebumps on your skin.

He eased his hands down your sides. Onto your thighs. Gripping your knees, he pulled them wider apart.

You wondered if his camera would catch that wet spot already forming on your pink panties.

How wet he’d get you, before discarding your underwear completely?

Steve peppered soft kisses along your neck and shoulder as he cupped your breasts. He teased your nipples through the fabric, tormenting them into hard points that were visibly straining against the lace.

When he unhooked your bra and took it off of you, you purposely hunched forward and then pushed your chest forward. You kept the slight arch of your back as you comfortably leaned back against Steve’s chest.

Your own hands were gripping and moving against Steve’s thighs. You let out soft humming noises as he caressed your sides and belly. Then a tone louder moan when his hands cupped your tits again.

Soon, the sounds and squirming weren’t heightened for the audience’s pleasure, but because Steve’s fingers were driving you mad.

He played with your breasts, tugged on your nipples, or held them pinched for a long moment - until you needled your fingernails into his thighs and rubbed against his crotch with a truly needy whine.

“So responsive, pretty doll.” Steve kissed a spot behind your ear.

One of his hands smoothed down your soft belly and dipped between your thighs. Two of his long fingers rubbed over the wet fabric of your panties.

With his other hand, he pulled your panties to the side, exposing your wet pussy to the camera. A pause to let everyone get a good view, then his fingers dipped between your slick folds. He brushed them up and down, then circled your swelling clit a few times.

Steve returned his hand which had been holding the panties aside, to your throat. His grip was very light, but you felt it wasn’t about pressure, but the gesture itself which would make some of the viewers extra horny.

Honestly, you didn't expect it affecting you this much, either. But the slight pressure of his fingers had your clit throbbing.

Your own hands moved to your chest, playing with your tits as Steve teased your pussy. You rocked your hips eagerly when he rubbed your pearl in wicked eights, drawing your arousal higher and higher.

Suddenly, he withdrew his hand. Wet fabric of your panties rolled back over your folds and you made a sound of protest.

You watched from your angle as Steve brought his fingers, glistening with your juices, to his lips. He sucked them into his mouth, letting out a loud purr of pleasure.

“Even more delicious than I thought.”

He kept his fingers on your neck as he bent his head to kiss you. The tangy taste of your own juices filled your senses at the sensual push of Steve’s tongue.

“I believe you also demanded a taste,” he said against your lips, but loud enough that the viewers could catch it.

“Yes!” You nodded eagerly, feeling a rush flooding you at the prospect of getting to play with his cock.

“I want you on my tongue, pushing into my throat.” You rolled your ass into his crotch harder, eliciting Steve’s groan. “Want to suck your beautiful, big dick so bad, Sir.”

Though it was your first time together, you somehow knew how to follow Steve’s clues when he got off the bed and took off his sweatpants.

Getting onto your knees, you rolled down your panties, shimmying out of them with a little giggle. Once you flung them away onto the floor, you raked your fingernails up your own thighs, until you reached your mound.

You were about to tease the audience by dipping a single finger between your folds, but Steve tsk-ed at you and your attention immediately snapped back to him.

Pumping his hard dick in his fist, he stood in a wider stance on the side of the bed.

You crawled onto your hands and knees, angling your body for the audience to have a clear view of your swaying breasts and of your profile. Especially of your mouth that was going to stretch around Steve’s girth.

Wetting your lips with a quick swipe of your tongue, you leaned forward to kiss the crown of Steve’s cock. Such a pretty shade of dark pink with a shimmering pre-cum on the tip.

You didn’t take him in your mouth right away, first nuzzling your face into the juncture of Steve’s thigh then tracing open mouthed kisses across his abdomen. The curve of a protruding vein flowing above his hip bone and disappearing into very neatly trimmed curls tempted you to lick its length.

Finally, much to your own pleasure, not only Steve’s, you ghosted your lips along his cock.

You let your hot breath tease his sensitive skin. Then you gave his underside a broad lick, flicking your tongue against his rounded tip.

Steve moaned unabashedly when you closed your lips around him. Only the tip first, then with each bob of your head an inch more. Hollowing your cheeks, you paid attention to suck extra hard each time you were pulling back.

You were unable to swallow him whole. Steve’s length and girth weren’t monstrous, but he surely was more impressive than most of the toys you used; even the ones you sometimes sucked on the camera.

Using your hand, you stroked the rest of him, smearing your drool along. Steve put his hand on the back of your head, but conscious of the viewers he used the one which wouldn’t obscure the sight of your face stuffed full of cock.

A visible, shiny string of saliva hung between your bottom lip and Steve’s dick as you pulled back. You let the audience enjoy the messy glimpse for a second, before you dipped your head down to mouth at Steve’s balls.

You were considering tasting his cock again, quite enjoying all the sounds Steve was making and the pressure of his hand on your head, but he snapped his hips away.

Unexpectedly, he flipped you onto your back.

His chuckle at your little squeak sounded criminally sinful.

Steve helped you arrange into desired position, so that your head was tilted back, almost hanging off the edge of the mattress.

Understanding his intention, you opened your mouth again, sticking your tongue out. You kept one of your legs bent at the knee, but the other - the one closest to the camera - you laid flat down and angled to the side.

The audience wouldn’t be able to see your pussy fully, but with your legs spread they would see clearly anything Steve did to it, while you were choking on his cock.

Holding the base in one hand, Steve slapped the head of his dick against your cheek then guided it into your awaiting mouth.

The push was slow, but deep. Much deeper than you took him previously.

“That’s it, doll.” Steve praised. “Relax your throat for me.”

As predicted, after the first gentle thrusts into your mouth, Steve bent forward. His fingers slipped over your drenched pussy. Three digits rubbed between your puffed folds, matching the same rhythm with which he was rocking his hips into your face. With his thumb, Steve caressed your swollen clit.

Suddenly, the softness of his touch disappeared. Only to be replaced by a sting from a swift slap.

Your body jerked in reaction. Your cry was garbled due to a cock in your throat, but judging by Steve’s sound (a mix of laugh and moan) it gave him extra pleasure.

For a few minutes it continued - slow face fucking with petting and spanking your pussy.

After Steve pulled back, letting you catch gulps of air, he bent at the waist to capture your lips in another kiss. This much messier than the previous ones, but not less seductive.

“Are you good?” He asked softly.

“Yes,” your voice was already a tad raspy and breathless.

Steve kissed you again, tongue gliding against your own more lewdly. In the back of your head you knew this one was for the show and you matched his performance, until he broke away with a growly curse.

You stayed on your back, only wiggling slightly down the mattress so your head rested properly on the soft covers, while Steve moved to the nightstand. He grabbed one of the condoms and rolled it down his length.

He walked around the foot of the bed and climbed onto the mattress. You parted your legs wider, tracing one of your hands down your belly and lower; fingertips barely touching your wet, eager pussy.

You swear your walls clenched at the look Steve gave you. It was leashed hunger for destruction.

He settled on top of you, bracing his weight on one arm. With his other hand, he guided his cock into your opening. No teasing this time, as if he couldn’t wait to feel your pussy.

The first inch stretching you open was enough to have you moan; your hands fisting the sheets. It wasn’t painful at all. It just felt so fucking good.

Steve slowly sank in, still keeping himself braced on one side, so the camera caught the best view of your bodies joining. It wasn’t until he was fully in and you were breathing heavily, your toes curling, that Steve caged you between both his arms and started really moving.

“Your cunt feels so fucking good, doll.” Steve grunted, snapping his hips against yours. “Feels like it was meant to take my cock.”

“Hnghh!” You were more coherent when recording your own videos, but your brain cells scrambled away the moment that dick speared you.

“ T’s so big-” you whimpered. “Feels so good, Sir.”

Despite knowing the preference most viewers displayed toward the female remaining pinned down and just taking the pounding, you couldn’t help your hands from touching Steve.

Your sweaty palms mapped the wide span of his back, clutching onto him on especially harsh thrusts. Fingernails nicked his skin as your arousal started peaking; your head tilting and your back arching.

Never a particularly loud lover when cumming, your cries of release were a string of stretched, high-pitched moans, but the way your body strained and writhed beneath Steve surely gave away the intensity of your orgasm.

Through which Steve fucked you mercilessly.

Eyes widening, you stared up at him as he quickened his pace. He paused for a split of a second, only to change the angle of his thrusts. Which resulted in him hitting a spot that threatened to either make you pee, or lose consciousness.

When you keened, straining your arms out to press your hands against his pelvis and push him away, Steve huffed an amused laugh.

He stopped. Withdrew even.

But you didn't use your safeword, nor safegesture that would indicate your true distress.

So the split of a second pause was your only reprieve, before Steve was rolling you onto your side. With your face facing the camera.

He closed your legs together and bent them at the knees, placing them on the mattress. Your wrists were captured in one of his big hands and held against your thigh. Which made your breasts squeeze between your arms; they’d bounce with each thrust.

Steve was kneeling. He pushed his cock back in between your swollen folds and in this position it felt even more maddening. With his free hand he gripped your hip, his fingers clenching on the soft roll of your skin.

He resumed his previous pace, depriving you of any means to fight the onslaught of pleasure.

The sounds of skin slapping could be heard by your audience, despite not setting up extra microphones. If you weren’t making so many sweetly pitiful noises, maybe they could also hear the obscenely squelching sounds of your pussy.

When Steve made you cum again, the viewers could clearly see your face - the way your lips parted on each cry, your eyes glazing over, your brows furrowing as the pleasure continued into light pain of overstimulation.

Steve’s own sounds gained in volume as he neared his own peak. His hold on you tightened. You didn’t think it was because he wanted to hold you extra hard, but because the tension rolling down his spine and into his muscles was too great.

Though spent yourself, you couldn’t resist tipping your face slightly, so you could watch Steve as he came.

His cheeks were flushed pink, his hair messy, strands slicked with sweat sticking to his forehead. His plush lips were parted as he moaned. His neck strained; a vein protruded in the redness of his skin.

You felt his cock throb inside your cunt and you experienced a pang of disappointment that you couldn’t feel him spilling deep into you.

Steve remained buried in your pussy, rocking into you in shallow moves. His gaze locked with yours, sharing a very intimate connection.

The hand holding your hip eased its grip and the sting of it was an indication of potential bruises forming there in a few hours. Still holding your wrists captive, Steve used his other hand to squeeze your breast. He gave your nipple one last pinch, grinning as your walls contracted around him in response.

A few heartbeats later Steve slowly slipped out of you.

You stretched out your legs in a lazy, cat-like manner, but remained on your side, glancing at the camera and purposely drawing your bottom lip between your teeth.

Steve walked over to the tripod and with a very satisfied grin and a cheeky wink to the viewers, he turned the camera off. Then he ended the stream.

You watched him walk into the bathroom, admiring the way the marks from your nails mixed with the bold ink of tattoos. When Steve returned, still fully naked, the condom was gone.

He walked over to you and crouched down next to the bed. His hand slid across the covers to touch squeeze your fingers.

“I’m quite biased, but that was fucking fantastic,” he flashed you a lopsided grin, which spread into a full one when you snorted.

“What do you need now?” Steve asked next, his tone soft and comforting. “Is there a ritual you go through after a session?”

“Well, it’s a bit different when I do it solo. I’m definitely less worn out then,” you pointed out. “For now I just need a moment to catch my breath and return my brain to my body. And to hold Pinkerton.”

“To what?” Steve arched a single brow at the last part.

He looked quite comical, especially compared to how hot he presented a few minutes ago, and you couldn’t help the small giggle escaping your lips.

“Open my to-go bag, please.” You pointed in the direction of your belongings. “Pinkerton is right on top.”

Pinkerton was a fluffy bunny stuffie. Despite its name, it didn’t have a spot of pink on his creamy coloring. It had a bow tie, though.

Steve was chuckling as he handed you the bunny, but you didn’t sense any judgment nor mockery from him. He rather looked simply amused. For which you couldn’t blame him.

“I’ll take a shower while you and Pinkerton have a moment.” Steve stretched as he said it. Your eyes greedily followed the whole length of him as he did so. “Then we’ll order some food. Is pizza okay?”

“More than okay,” you replied, touched by the provided aftercare which Steve made into something far beyond just cuddling after sex.

A half an hour later you were stepping into Steve’s kitchen - having showered yourself and put on some comfy clothes. He was dressed, too. In clothes he looked as impressive as he did naked.

“Pizza should be here soon.” He told you, setting down plates and glasses on the kitchen counter. “I order from this small Italian place nearby. I have to confess that they converted me from the typical American pizza to theirs. Don’t tell other Americans.”

“To be honest, I’ll probably eat any pizza, as long as it doesn't have fruit or anchovies on it.” You weren’t too picky when it came to pizza. Or burgers. Or soup.

“So-” Steve started a moment later- “I took a quick peek at the statistics. It’s too soon after the livestream to talk about actual numbers, but what we have so far is amazing. I’ve gained twenty one percent more viewers for this stream than my most popular one did in the first week.”

“Shit, that's a really good result!” You expected the numbers to be big, but you didn’t think it would be this good.

And it was only the first hour of streaming. The saved lifestream would be available for weeks to come, calling more new viewers, as well often having the previous ones revisiting.

It tempted you to check your own profile right away, to see how many new viewers browsed through your videos. But you made a resolution earlier that day to look at it only after a full twenty four hours pass.

“I know!” Steve showed the same enthusiasm as you, not playing it down as a honed porn star like him could’ve.

“We agreed to give more thought to future projects together,” he continued, “but I don’t think there are any doubts left to consider. I mean, of course, no pressure.”

You didn’t get to reply right away, because the doorbell ring announced the arrival of pizza, but you returned to the topic after the both of you swallowed down half of your slices.

“Working together would benefit us.” You took a sip of soda. “Making couples videos along with our solo performances gives more variety and heightens the chances of holding the viewers attention.”

“I agree.” Steve nodded. “I wouldn’t want either of us to give up on our brands, but rather expand them.”

“Yeah, exactly. That way people stay excited and curious about what we drop next. Will it be solo? Will it be us fucking? I’m sure we could really come up with some interesting ideas on how to make it creative.”

“Positions and toys aside,” Steve smirked, bringing a glass to his lips, “are there any ideas of what we could do that are already sprouting in that pretty head of yours?”

You felt a wave of heat fill your chest and face, but you hoped not to appear too embarrassed as you admitted the truth.

“Well-” you took a long sip of your drink, before bravely meeting Steve’s gaze.

“Some of my favorite content of yours is in that library nook, which I haven’t noticed anywhere here. I may have had a thought, or two, about being over your knees while you sat in that armchair.”

Steve’s eyes sparked. You weren’t sure if it was mischief, or desire at the image you created. Probably both.

To see a reflection of his eagerness caused your own body to react with a new flush of need for more.

“As it happens, I often am tasked with cat-sitting for my best friend.” Steve explained. “Bucky goes away for longer periods and his kitty isn’t fond of leaving the house for more than an hour or two. So I’m staying over at his place when he’s away.”

“Bucky’s aware of my work and we’ve come to an agreement that I can use the library to do streams and record videos when I’m there. I’m forbidden from his bedroom, though,” he flashed a cheeky grin.

It morphed into a seductive smirk as Steve leaned forward and lowered his voice.

“Quite a pity-” he murmured- “You would look so fucking sexy on Bucky’s dark sheets.”

Your heart jumped up. A tinge of interest fizzed into your nipples and clit, though it was more about Steve’s proximity and the sinful way he was looking at you than just the forbidden fruit of fucking on the mysterious Bucky’s bed.

“I’m not sure if my striking beauty would compensate for defiling his bed,” you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe not.” Steve shrugged, not the least apologetic. “But a session in the library? We’re totally doing that.”

He took another big bite of pizza, before adding: “It would allow for a really good close-up on your cute ass and your holes taking fingers, or toys.”

You almost choked at his words. For which he was unrepentant as well, winking at you as he stuffed his mouth with puffy crust.

Perhaps you should spend some time assessing risks of this co-operation, because you found yourself immensely eager to shoot a hundred videos and more with Steve, of whatever wicked, hot things he wanted to do to you. Just because it would be with him…

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I wish I had some kind of celebration for this! New fics, or an event or letting you send in prompts! But right now that's kind of not possible, so I just want to say a really really heartfelt thanks for following me ❤️❤️❤️

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Yeah it would be something else 🥵 thank you!

Unleashed - Avengers!Bucky/Fem!Reader

✦ Pairing: Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~4,2k

✦ Rating: Explicit

✦ Warnings/tags: Sex pollen adjacent kinda, smut, a bit fluffy, one shot, possessive!Bucky, co-workers/friends to lovers, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praise, creampie, pet names (doll).

✦ Summary: During a mission, Bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions and all he wants is you.

✦ Note: Previously posted on AO3 since I have basically no time or energy to write new stuff. It was titled You’re what I need before but I always hated that title so I decided to re-name it. Bucky is kind of an asshole in this, but it's just because he wants you! As always, reblogs, comments, and asks are very welcome ❤️

Masterlist | AO3

The worst part about watching from afar as a mission goes to shit is that you feel useless. Even as you dispatch medics for the team all you can do is tell them, "Help is on the way."

Captain America shouts orders that you hear through the comms. The wait feels endless until the crew of the quinjet declares that they have spotted the team and there's not much else for you to do but look at your monitors and wait for an update. When you get the call back that the team is secure you breathe a sigh of relief, but then the next message is to prepare the medical staff to receive multiple injuries and chemical exposure. You ask the crew to clarify, but they are too busy, so when you notify the medical center, they prepare a quarantine room.

Sometimes you wish you had a superpower and could be there with them instead of staring at your monitors and doing endless calculations on whatever the team needs. But then when they return they always compliment your work and tell you they don’t know how they managed without you. You try to remind yourself of those moments at times like this.

Once the quinjet is docked and everyone has been accounted for you push away from your desk and remove your headset, taking deep breaths and trying to calm your heart. A moment later a message pops up on your screen, probably because they couldn’t reach you through your comms. [Bucky wants you to come down here]

Your heart does a little flip in your chest, making you scowl. He is your friend and probably injured, you have no idea why he would be asking for you, but it’s not because he feels the same way you do. You grab your tablet and head to the MedBay.

When you get down you take stock of the situation. Nat and Steve have some scratches, Sam's arm is broken and Wanda has a few cracked ribs. Tony is bruised, his suit had taken most of the damage. You look around for Bucky but don’t see him anywhere and quickly deduce that he must be the person currently in quarantine.

When you get to the wing, you’re almost too scared to go in, afraid to see what could have happened to him. Inside, you find a team of medical personnel discussing Bucky's condition with him through a glass wall. His hair looks damp and he's wearing standard-issue quarantine clothing, soft black pants, and a black sweatshirt. When he sees you standing patiently at the side he says. "You can come back later. I need to talk to her more than I need to talk to you. Go away." His voice comes from speakers in the ceiling.

You're shocked by his behavior but smile apologetically as the white coats pass you on their way out. When you get up to the glass you hiss. "Bucky, what is wrong with you, don't be rude.” "You make it sound like I'm never rude otherwise," he laughs. "You're not rude to healthcare professionals, you know better." You glare at him as you wake your tablet. “Now what did you need me for?”

"Do you like me?" he asks. Your mouth falls open and your heart starts to beat faster. You’re happy your vitals aren’t monitored as you quickly collect yourself and try to deflect his question. "Of course I like you Bucky, you're my friend." But now it feels weird to look at him and you find a spot on the wall far behind him to focus on.

"What if I want more than friends?" is his next question and despite your best efforts, hope warms your chest. This is not happening. Of course you toyed with the idea of you and Bucky, he is always sweet to you, and if he has the chance he brings you gifts from the missions. But you’ve told yourself repeatedly that he needs someone stronger, who can keep up with him in the field and you’re not that person.

"Can we have this conversation when you are not high on some HYDRA drug?” you ask, trying to keep your voice from betraying you. They are monitoring everything in the room. And there is a sheet of unbreakable glass in between you both. If you're going to confess your feelings, it won't be like this.

"I'm not high," he huffs. "My mind has never been clearer." "I still think we should have this conversation later." "Doll, look at me." The command in his voice is so strong you don’t think, you snap your eyes to his and they are so blue and soft.

"I will feel the same tomorrow, and the day after, whenever this drug wears off but now is the only time I can't hold my tongue," he explains. You place your hand on the glass and he does the same on the other side. "It will be fine Bucky, I promise," you say just as the door opens and Steve walks in, making you pull your hand back to your side. He's showered, in a fresh pair of clothes and he swings his arm over your shoulder.

"Stop hogging her time Bucky, I know for a fact that she also needs to debrief," he smiles but Bucky looks as if he's seeing red. Through gritted teeth he presses out, "Get your fucking arm off her, punk. She's mine."

You and Steve burst into laughter because it has to be a joke, but then Bucky punches the barrier with his vibranium arm. The glass doesn't crack but both you and Steve stop short and step away in shock. Steve removes his arm and says, "I'll meet you upstairs." Before quickly heading out.

You turn to Bucky and point at him, anger rising in your chest. "What is wrong with you? Steve is your friend!" "That is what it’s like in here every day,” he points to his head. You're taken aback by his statement and his wide feral eyes. Clearly, whatever he was exposed to had messed with his head and he's not himself. “Bucky I need to go,” you tell him, and before he can protest you continue. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smile feebly at him and are out the door before he can say anything else.

After debriefing and having dinner you go to bed early. Your head is spinning with the day and most of all, Bucky.

It's way past midnight when you wake to the soft closing of your door. Since you always sleep with a night light the soft warm glow reflects off his left arm and leaves no doubt about who has entered your room. You blink at him but before you can ask a question he rasps out, pleading. "I need you. So bad. Please doll, help me." He moves closer to your bed.

You quickly remove your covers and get up, glad the giant t-shirt covers you to your thighs, ready to spring into action. "Anything Bucky, what do you need?" You stop an arm's length from him, but all he does is reach his hand out to cup your face, letting his thumb stroke your cheek. There is a wild look in his eyes but you keep calm. "I can't get you what you need if you don't tell me," you whisper, meeting his eyes and watching as his brow furrows.

"I need you. Right now. If I don't get to touch and taste every inch of your body I'm going to lose my mind," he confesses in a low voice. His words shock you and you hitch a breath. You’re not sure what you’re supposed to do. You have this great friendship. If things were different you would not have minded taking it to another level, but with the day in mind and the fact that he somehow got out of his containment room you say, "Bucky, you’re not yourself, you need to get back to-”

"Doll,” he interrupts with a hard voice. “For once, I feel more like myself than I have in a long time. The only thing the drug did, I think, was remove my inhibitions. For once I feel free. My mind isn't controlled by HYDRA or by fear that you'll reject me. All I know is that I crave you and I can't be quiet about it anymore.”

"Bucky… I…" your whole body is flushed with warmth from his words and you're not sure how to respond. "I dreamt about you and couldn't stop myself from going over here. I don't want to hurt you, doll, but I'm not sure this drug will let me leave. All I wanna do is move closer to you.” You swallow hard as he continues, thumb still stroking your cheek. “Ask FRIDAY to get Steve, or the Hulk if you want me to leave."

Instead, you step into him, making up your mind in an instant and resting your hands on his chest. "Stay, I'll be glad to help you with anything you need," you whisper honestly and by the way his eyes widen there was still some doubt in his mind that you would reject him.

Instead of saying anything his vibranium hand grasps your waist and pulls you closer. There is no escaping the smell and size of him and his hands on you got your pussy throbbing for him already.

"I hope you understand what you've agreed to," he whispers, leaning closer. "Once I have you I won't stop, you'll never be rid of me. I'll claim you against every surface of this fucking compound if I need to." That makes you whimper and press harder against him. "Fuck you'd like that huh? Are you a kinky little thing? Like getting fucked where people can see you and hear you moan, do you want people to see my hard dick spread you open?" "Fuck Bucky!" You exclaim and lean your forehead against his chest. Maybe that idea excites you or maybe it is just that the word ‘claim’ sounds so primal.

"You're going to tell me all your little secrets later, doll. But now, I'm going to take what's mine." And with that, he crushes his lips to yours. He backs you towards the bed, kissing you the whole time, letting his hands explore you. When you land on your back, he stands over you with eyes like a predator about to devour its prey.

You shuffle up until your head rests on the pillows, spreading your legs for him. Without taking off any clothes he crawls after you, settling on his knees between your legs and placing his hands on the headboard, crowding you with his large frame. "Mine," he whispers and it makes a shudder pass through you. He ruts his clothed cock against your core, slicking your underwear even more and making you whine, gripping the sheets under you.

"Yes," he almost hisses as the length of his dick presses on your clit and forces a mewl out of you. It's been a long time since you've gotten laid. "Bucky," you plead. "No doll, I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of claiming you, from the outside in. Did you think this would be hard and fast and that I would be gone before you knew what happened?"

He lets go of the headboard to put his elbows beside your head instead, his weight on you, pressing you down into the mattress. "When I leave you will long for me, spend every waking second wishing I was still inside you. I want your cunt to be permanently drenched so I can fuck you whenever I please." He kisses you forcefully and any coherent thought that was left in your head flees. "And when you're too sore to take more of my dick in your pussy I'm going to do the same thing to your mouth and ass."

He rids you off your t-shirt and instead of having to move from between your legs to pull off your underwear, he rips them apart. "Ah!" you exclaim when the force of his movements jolts you but he takes no notice, he just stares at you, letting his hands roam up and down your sides, up to your tits, cupping them and caressing your nipples with his thumbs.

Whimpers are coming from you with every pass of this touch. Then he moves down and lays on his stomach, not saying a word as he sweeps his tongue over your pussy before he starts devouring you with a throaty moan.

It doesn’t take long for the first orgasm to take you, his movements are precise and his words and actions have made you hornier than you’ve ever experienced. Or maybe it's because he is the hottest person you’ve ever laid eyes on and he only wants you.

When you’re finished and sensitive he dips his tongue into your hole to taste you and groans loudly, lapping up the wetness from your orgasm. "Better than I've dreamed of," he says when he pulls away. Now you’re the one that must be high because you can't help but giggle. "You seriously dream of me?" "All the time, doll. Every night when I go to bed I wish you were with me and then you plague my sleep with your soft curves and radiant smile."

You're about to tell him how his laugh makes you warm and fuzzy on the inside but at that moment he sucks your clit into his mouth, cutting out every thought in your brain. He's gentle but not hesitant, it's as if he's feeling you out and when you make a particularly loud sound he continues the same movement, making your whole body go hot.

The second orgasm is intense enough to send aftershocks through for a long while afterward. Bucky lays his head on your thigh as you tremble, caressing your skin and letting the fingers of his right hand skim over your opening.

Despite what he's already given you, you still crave more. His fingertips never come close to where you need them and when you whine at the back of your throat Bucky smiles up at you. "Don't worry, I'm not even close to done with you, but I don't want you to pass out on me.” One of his fingers glides inside, making you take a sharp breath just because it feels so good. Once again he is careful, moving slowly, listening to your breath and your body.

"Please Bucky, I need more.” "No need to beg, I'll give you everything you want… in time," he breathes and kisses the skin on the inside of your thigh. Slowly he moves his finger in and out. You're sure it's a form of torture. The sweetest kind there is. Your breathing is labored and when he finally adds a second, you start to quiver.

He nips at your skin and then kisses it before speaking. "You look like a goddess, doll, eyes filled with lust, your skin is gleaming. I'm going to worship you until you're tired of me.” "Never gonna happen," you whimper. Then his thumb lands on your clit, making you cry out. Everything is so sensitive and overstimulated.

"I don't- Bucky, I don't think I can again," you tell him even though his touches are causing your insides to melt. "Yes, you will," his voice is soft but the command is clear. So instead of trying to speak again, you sink further into the madness that is him playing with you. The third one takes its sweet time but you never feel rushed or stressed that it's taking too long. Bucky isn’t in a hurry.

Then it’s suddenly there, crashing through you. "Fuck Bucky, fuck you're gonna make me come." "So good for me, let me feel you come on my fingers," he urges. "I'm going to lick them clean afterward so make sure you get them nice and wet for me. I want as much as you'll give me." The climax reaches its peak and you come with a cry of his name, body convulsing and your hand shooting down to tangle in his hair.

"Just like that doll," he smiles up at you and holds your gaze when he pulls out his fingers and sucks them clean, moaning while he does. It's a filthy sound, but it turns you on as if he didn't just make you come for the third time. Then he dives in between your legs again, licking at your skin and your soaked hole. Letting go of his hair all you can do is just lie there, writhing, as he somehow coaxes a fourth orgasm out of you.

“Fuck me,” you plead when he pulls back. “I need you inside me Bucky.” This time he takes pity on you and moves away to take off his clothes. When he’s naked he kneels between your legs again and you spread them as wide as you can. "Want me, doll?" he asks with a smirk. He swipes his cock through your mess and then uses his hand to coat himself with you. "Yes," is all you can say. Both you and Bucky stare as he pushes his dick into you, filling you up completely. Of course, he takes it torturously slow this time too.

"This feels better than any dream I've ever had," he whispers almost in awe. You grip his biceps and arch into him, pushing him deeper, faster. That makes him tsk but smiles at the same time as he pushes the rest of the way, finally seating himself. Without giving you a chance to relax he starts fucking you, his cock pushes perfectly against your insides, pulling sounds from you that you haven't made in years.

He sits back on his heels lifting your ass effortlessly until your weight is resting on your shoulders and neck. It's like he is in a trance, pulling you onto his cock over and over again. Your body is his, your mind has fled, and all you see and feel is just him all around you. His eyes keep changing between his dick filling your cunt, your bouncing tits, and your half-lit eyes as if he is not sure where to look. "Mine," he rasps and thrusts hard to empathize the word. "All mine. Say it."

It takes some time for your brain to connect to your mouth and form the words but his gaze never leaves you. "Yours," you whimper. "I'm yours, Bucky." There is a familiar heat low in your belly that's steadily spreading through your limbs. It makes you wiggle and move because it's overwhelming. He is overwhelming in the best sense. Whining you reach down to rub yourself but he slaps your hand away. "I thought I told you, it's mine. I own this cunt. If you wanna touch yourself you have to ask permission." It's as close to a growl as is humanly possible and you don't understand how he can be so cognizant right now, because your brain is like putty. "Can I please rub my clit Bucky, I wanna come on your cock so bad," you cry.

"Good girl," he praises, and when he calls you that, your mouth falls open with a keening sound, gripping the sheets even harder, pulling at them because you want to come so bad. "Do it, show me how you get off when you're alone in bed without me." Everything is slippery and sensitive when you start with your fingers and you immediately know it's going to go fast. With his previous words in mind, you ask. "Can I come?" He meets your eyes with a wicked smile. "Fast learner. Yeah, you can come… when I tell you."

You rip your hand away, afraid you might fall over the edge at any second. The sound out of your throat is almost a sob. "Don't be like that, doll, I thought you said you couldn't do it more times?" "I can-I can! As many times as you want just please let me come." "Fuck, I like it when you beg with my cock in you." But he doesn't say anything else, just continues fucking you. He's not even winded while you're straining your entire body. Your hand wants to move back, anything to relieve the pressure inside you but Bucky was very clear and you don’t want to disobey him.

Then he pulls out and drops you onto the bed, but you don't get to relax because he flips you onto your stomach and pushes one of your knees up to the side before he presses in. His dick hits your G-spot dead on and you scream into the pillow under you. Bucky chuckles right by your ear. "Guess I found it." He's merciless, his hips hit your ass hard and if it weren't for his weight pressing you down you would soon hit the headboard.

"Bucky!" you wail because it's too much. You're losing the last pieces of your mind to the sheer force of the pleasure and you're scared you're never going to be able to come back to yourself. Then his hand presses in between you and the mattress. "Rub yourself on my fingers, make yourself cum. Fuck my cock and come all over me doll." You brace yourself as best you can and move your hips as he keeps almost completely still, just shallow thrusts in stark comparison to what he was doing to you just moments ago.

His fingers slide along your clit, his cock brushing your G-spot over and over again. You're breathless, sweat breaking out along your skin, but the climax you're chasing will be well worth it. You just know it.

"I can't fill you up until I’ve felt you come around me," he grunts, his voice tight with holding back. You whimper, the feeling of fire flushing your whole body, and building up to an eruption like no other. "Yes, yes, yes," he chants low in your ear. "That's it, come for me, make me proud. Fuck it feels so good." And he starts moving again "I'm going to fill you fucking full of my cum. That's it!"

The heat in you breaks and you come with a shout of his name, shaking under him. It gets even more intense when Bucky finishes right behind you, groaning your name. He collapses on top of you but his hips are still moving, slowly, as if he doesn’t want it to ever end. Neither would you but your body is wrecked.

When he finally rolls off, you're so close to falling asleep, but he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. "Pee." He points and you want to tell him that you know the drill, this isn't your first time, but all that comes out is a grumble before he closes the door behind him and you sit down on the toilet.

When you're done, you stumble out and have a moment of panic, thinking he left. But then the door opens and Bucky returns with two bottles of water, handing you one before leading you to the bed and sitting you down on the edge. Gratefully you drink and lean against his shoulder before asking. "How do you feel?" "Better than I have in a long time," he answers, kissing your forehead. You chuckle. "Yeah I have a magical pussy, it can cure anything," you joke and it makes him laugh. "You should get back to quarantine," you comment. "Before anyone notices." He shakes his head. "No I'm staying here, I'm never leaving you again." He takes the bottle from your hand and places it on the bedside table together with his own. Then he crawls beneath the sheets and you go after him, letting him envelop you in a tight embrace before you fall asleep.

Alarms blare and you wake with a start. "FRIDAY what's going on?" you ask out into the room. “Sergeant Barnes has escaped his confinement.” The voice echoes through the room. You sigh and glare at Bucky grumbling beside you, like the loud signal is just a regular alarm clock. "FRIDAY please inform the team that Bucky is here and everything is fine."

A second later the sound dies and with a sigh you get up to pull on yesterday's discarded t-shirt and find a pair of pants. Right when you're done there is a knock on the door and Steve asks, "Everything okay in there?" You open the door enough to show yourself. "We're fine, he broke out during the night and came here." "Oh," Steve says and there is a hint of blush on his cheeks.

Then you feel a presence behind you and Bucky’s arm goes around your waist. "Mine," he says and you can't see him but he's probably glaring daggers at Steve who backs away. "We'll be okay, I'll alert FRIDAY if I need help," you tell Steve. When you close the door Bucky turns you before pushing you up against it and kissing you hard. "Mine," he mumbles against your lips. "Fucking caveman," you tell him. He grabs you around the waist and throws you over his shoulder. "I'll show you caveman," he says and carries you to the bed

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Unleashed - Avengers!Bucky/Fem!Reader

✦ Pairing: Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~4,2k

✦ Rating: Explicit

✦ Summary: During a mission, Bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions and all he wants is you.

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The worst part about watching from afar as a mission goes to shit is that you feel useless. Even as you dispatch medics for the team all you can do is tell them, "Help is on the way."

After debriefing and having dinner you go to bed early. Your head is spinning with the day and most of all, Bucky.

Instead of saying anything his vibranium hand grasps your waist and pulls you closer. There is no escaping the smell and size of him and his hands on you got your pussy throbbing for him already.

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Unleashed - Avengers!Bucky/Fem!Reader

✦ Pairing: Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~4,2k

✦ Rating: Explicit

✦ Summary: During a mission, Bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions and all he wants is you.

Masterlist | AO3

The worst part about watching from afar as a mission goes to shit is that you feel useless. Even as you dispatch medics for the team all you can do is tell them, "Help is on the way."

After debriefing and having dinner you go to bed early. Your head is spinning with the day and most of all, Bucky.

Instead of saying anything his vibranium hand grasps your waist and pulls you closer. There is no escaping the smell and size of him and his hands on you got your pussy throbbing for him already.

#thanks for reading and reblogging!#veltana reblog

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Unleashed - Avengers!Bucky/Fem!Reader

✦ Pairing: Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~4,2k

✦ Rating: Explicit

✦ Summary: During a mission, Bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions and all he wants is you.

Masterlist | AO3

The worst part about watching from afar as a mission goes to shit is that you feel useless. Even as you dispatch medics for the team all you can do is tell them, "Help is on the way."

After debriefing and having dinner you go to bed early. Your head is spinning with the day and most of all, Bucky.

Instead of saying anything his vibranium hand grasps your waist and pulls you closer. There is no escaping the smell and size of him and his hands on you got your pussy throbbing for him already.

#thanks for reading and reblogging!#veltana reblog

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Unleashed - Avengers!Bucky/Fem!Reader

✦ Pairing: Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~4,2k

✦ Rating: Explicit

✦ Summary: During a mission, Bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions and all he wants is you.

Masterlist | AO3

The worst part about watching from afar as a mission goes to shit is that you feel useless. Even as you dispatch medics for the team all you can do is tell them, "Help is on the way."

After debriefing and having dinner you go to bed early. Your head is spinning with the day and most of all, Bucky.

Instead of saying anything his vibranium hand grasps your waist and pulls you closer. There is no escaping the smell and size of him and his hands on you got your pussy throbbing for him already.

#thanks for reading and reblogging!#veltana reblog

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Unleashed - Avengers!Bucky/Fem!Reader

✦ Pairing: Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~4,2k

✦ Rating: Explicit

✦ Summary: During a mission, Bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions and all he wants is you.

Masterlist | AO3

The worst part about watching from afar as a mission goes to shit is that you feel useless. Even as you dispatch medics for the team all you can do is tell them, "Help is on the way."

After debriefing and having dinner you go to bed early. Your head is spinning with the day and most of all, Bucky.

Instead of saying anything his vibranium hand grasps your waist and pulls you closer. There is no escaping the smell and size of him and his hands on you got your pussy throbbing for him already.

#thanks for reading and reblogging!#veltana reblog

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