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#BUCKY IS HOT AF
clevervonskelli · 1 month
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We're gonna forgive the fact that in reality Buck's flight jacket and crush hat were most likely confiscated at the Dulag Luft before entering Stalag III because he looked DAMN FINE wearing them as he appeared at the fence!
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iloveprettyboysblog · 2 years
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Hot Ones 🔥 🥵
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mybuckymood · 2 years
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Newwwww
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So fuckin hot 🥵 like why can’t we have some clones to where we can do the dirty 😂😂
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aikaterini-drag · 2 years
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HAPPY SATURDAY EDIT 🤍 MAKE SURE TO RELAX, INDULGE, ENJOY, AND LOVE YOURSELF!!
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buckyalpine · 4 months
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Imagine shy beefy Bucky being the little spoon. He feels like he should be the one cuddling you since he’s so much bigger but he loves when you hold him instead.
However.
There’s this one thing you do that always makes him blush and flustered and he just doesn’t understand it.
You love rubbing his tummy.
You hold him from behind, peeking over his shoulder because you love how peaceful he looks when he sleeps. You know he's not actually asleep because his abs are still tensed, worried over how you'd feel with the beefiness that covers his muscular body.
He’s self conscious when your hand slips under his shirt, rubbing his soft but firm tummy up and down; his skin is so warm and you love how plush he is. He’s still getting used to the fact that he isn’t as trim as before. Not that he’s unfit. Quite the opposite. He’s a thick hunk of muscle mass. You can feel the iron like hardness that runs under his skin whenever you're pressed against him. He's so large and perfect to snuggle up with; your grabby little hands love finding their way to his stomach.
"Doll-" He whispers with pink dusted cheeks, holding your wrist away when you sneak over his waist, stroking your skin, "Doll, I- I'm not-" He struggles to get the words out, embarrassed he's not lean like Steve, "Baby, I-
“Shhh, I love you like this” you coo, kissing his shoulder. He shrugs, still not believing you. You tell him how much you adore him every time but he can't help but think back to the time where he was pure muscle without any pudge.
"Sweetheart, you don't have to pretend, I wish I was-"
You shake your head, pressing your lips to his to stop his spiral.
"But you're my big boy" You pout, shuffling over till your straddling him, forcing him to lay back. You huff, pulling his shirt up exposing him, shimmying your hips down so you can curl up on top of his bare torso like a little kitten. You let out a content sigh, pressing your face into his stomach, peppering kisses all over before peering up at him.
"I love your body so much baby" You say sincerely, kissing just below his belly button again for emphasis. "You're so warm and soft and strong, my perfect bear"
Bucky can't help but melt over the way you melt into him, your smaller form using him as a pillow to your hearts content. If you liked him like this, always kneading away at him or trying to burrow yourself into him, who was he to say no?
Cause imagine how fucking hot he'd be when he finally embraces how good he looks with a lil beef. Imagine he stops trying to cover up with large hoodies and henley's. He works out shirtless more.
You're not the only one who drools over him anymore.
All the other trainees can't help but swoon whenever they see him at the punching back or pumping with weights. You have to claw them off him from trying to climb up his legs, desperate to have Sargent Barnes carry them with one arm with ease.
Even the other Avengers can't help but cat call at him because he looks fine af.
Sometime he lets his hair out or ties it half up along with his scruffy cheeks and Tony's taken to calling him a man slut for walking around like that.
"Tony, I don't think thats what slut mean-
"I know what it means. You're telling me he's flaunting all that around and he doesn't know he's hot while doing it? He doesn't know he's getting all this attention?"
Bucky snickers to himself while you coo over your handsome boyfriend, wrapped around him like a koala while the others watch in amusement, your hands skimming all over his body and scratching his beard.
"See? Told you you're perfect like this, big boy"
Imagine he knows you find comfort in him and he no longer feels conscious over it. Whenever your sad and in need of cuddles, he holds you nice and close, usually sans clothing, all skin to skin contact.
He knows you're a little pervert and he'll give into your puppy like eyes, sometimes letting his towel drop after a shower while you grin, shamelessly watching him.
"You're staring again, you little creep" Bucky snorted while applying lotion, dropping his hands when he felt yours paw at his back to take over.
"Just a creep for you, handsome" You quip before continuing your journey exploring his body, moving your hand to his front, deciding to wrap around his co-
Anyway, I love this beefieee babieeee
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espinosaurusrexex · 1 year
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!this is a repost because something was wrong with the original!
Thank you so much! I had a lot of fun with this. Already looking forward to all the other imagines lined up 🥰
Secret Relationship (Bingo Game)
!BINGO ASKS CLOSED!
BuckyBarnes x Female!Avenger!Reader
word count: 1.4k
warnings: fluffy af, little angst
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Your eyes stared over the coffee mug at him from across the room. He was stealing glances over to the kitchen in which you sat as Sam and Tony tried to convince him to meet the smoking hot yoga teacher bachelorette the two of them had found for him this week. 
You felt a little bad for him, to be honest. Bucky seemed exhausted from their constant nagging. It was weird to see the two men together like this. Normally, Tony and Sam would just pass in the hallway with subtle nods. But when it came to finding a woman for Bucky, the two could be mistaken for best friends. 
“Her name is Ronda and she is hot.”
“Mhm. Gives hot yoga a whole new meaning.”
“That’s right. And she’s willing to meet you!”
“Well, I’m not willing.”
“Why are you always like this, Bucky? We go out and we find you a nice girl and you decline every time.”
“Maybe he’s like this because Dr. No over here isn’t getting laid. Which is why you should go on this date.”
“I don’t need to get laid to be in a good mood, Tony.”
“We don’t know that. You’re always grumpy and you’re most certainly not getting laid. Doesn’t sound like a coincidence to me.”
“Oh, that definitely isn’t a coincidence.”
“I’m a scientist I know that stuff.”
“Yeah, he’s a scientist. Listen to him.”
“Shut up, Sam.”
But Bucky was panicking, you could see it in his eyes. He wanted to say it, that he didn’t want to go on dates because was already dating you. But you had forbidden him from doing so. It was better this way, and he had not spoken up when you suggested keeping your relationship a secret for now. 
With a small smirk, you got off your chair.
“Have you two geniuses ever thought about your annoying banter being the reason for his bad mood?” You sauntered past the men with your mug still in hand, the other slightly grazing Bucky’s back on your way to the door. You could feel his muscles relax just from the small touch. 
“How are we being annoying? We are literally helping him get some.”
“I don’t need to get any!” 
That was the last thing you heard Bucky shout frustratedly when you entered the hallway, a small chuckle leaving your lips before you went to your room to finish the report you had yet to hand in. 
-❁-
It wasn’t long before Bucky entered your room with an exhausted sigh. He leaned against the closed door when you looked up and then proceeded to approach you at your desk, where he leaned over your shoulder, arms caging you to his chest and chin nuzzling in your neck. 
“They’re the worst,” he mumbled into your sweater before placing small kisses along your neck. 
“I know, baby.” You stroked his arms. “For the geniuses, they claim to be, they’re really hardheaded.”
“I feel like it’s just me they’re bothering with this. For all they know, you are single too.”
Another pang went through your chest. Bucky had not been part of the team for long. And you had spared him all of the details about most members that Steve hadn’t already told him about. 
There was a reason why Tony and Sam didn’t suggest eligible partners to you, and that was because you had multiple suitors amongst the team and beyond already. If you wanted to have someone, they just assumed you would get them. Not to mention the total embarrassment they had witnessed when you had rejected Pietro in front of the team during movie night. You hadn’t meant to, but he had sprung it upon you without warning, and you hadn’t wanted to lead him on. 
Then there was Peter, the intern, that harbored a silly schoolboy crush on you since he had gotten his first action figure of you, and letting him down gently was harder than you had thought. Tony and Sam, especially, had gotten amusement from the frequent serenades and suggestive fan mail you received. They even suggested an “open mail + wine night” for their personal entertainment one time. And, well, you didn’t say no to wine and gossip. 
But despite all this, it wasn’t the reason why you wanted to keep your relationship a secret. Bucky had been closed up from the very first time Steve introduced him to the team. It had taken two months for him to reply to simple questions such as if he wanted coffee, too. But somehow, you had the honor of being the first person he trusted after Steve. And once you had gotten to know him better, he was the sweetest person ever. Caring, funny, charming - very touchy. But you were scared this would go away once everyone started teasing him about it. So yes, it might have been to protect Bucky, but it felt more and more like personal gain to you. 
“I want you to know that I don’t need Yoga Brenda, or Coffeeshop Mandy, or anyone else. I just wanna tell them that I’m already dating the most gorgeous woman they could ever find.”
“You are wonderful, do you know that?” Your head leaned against his shoulder when you felt Bucky smile into the crook of your neck. “And I guess I could deal with a little more PDA - warm the team up to it slowly.”
“Sounds like a great plan.” And with that Bucky turned your chair and pulled you up and towards the bed. “Until then,” he patted his lap once he sat down, “I demand a kiss for every time I had to vouch for us.”
You smirked before straddling him. “Oh, I’ll gladly pay up, then.”
-❁-
You knew Bucky was touchy, but now that he had permission to do so outside your rooms, it lit a whole new fire within you. You couldn’t reach the cupboard? He would press up against you with a hand on your hip and get whatever item you needed. You walked through a door? You bet he would hold that thing open until you were all the way through. 
But those were just the, in his way, subtle approaches for when everyone was around. When the two of you happened to catch a quiet moment, he wouldn’t hesitate to hug and kiss you in every common area of the compound. 
You didn’t mind it too much - Bucky was a great lover all around. But you were still a little nervous as to what the team’s reaction would be. You had already gotten glimpses of it. A raised brow from Natasha, who really was just surprised it had gone past her for so long. A double take from Pietro when Bucky brushed an eyelash from your face. And a knowing smile from Wanda, who to be honest, had probably known all along - your thoughts weren’t exactly subtle... or PG.
Though you had yet to see Sam or Tony react to the increase in affection Bucky gave you. It wasn’t unusual that he asked you to train or make a joke - you were friends in everyone’s eyes. But it would become obvious if he kept up the thing he was doing right now. 
Bucky had just swiped some chocolate from your face in the kitchen, and when Clint had left the room, Bucky’s hand just lingered on your face. You were staring at him. And every time those eyes gazed into yours, it was hard to remember that there was a world around you. 
“I like this,” Bucky smirked when his thumb grazed over your cheek. His mouth followed shortly and soon he was stealing pecks from your soft lips.
“It is very nice,” you admitted flustered from the kisses, your hands now grabbing at his shirt. 
“See, it’s not so bad.”
You just hummed in response when Bucky patted your ass affectionately.
“Ahhh! What did I just see?” Sam’s eyes were wide, his head immediately snapping to Tony. You just sighed as you leaned against Bucky’s chest. It had to happen sooner or later...
“Holy smokes, Barnes. Had we known you got Miss Unattainable, we would have shut up a long time ago.” Tony whistled in acknowledgment before he approached the fridge and retrieved a water bottle.
Bucky just looked at you with a lazy smile, his hands rubbing up and down your back. It was nice not to hide anymore.
“What can I say?” He was looking into your eyes when he spoke. “She likes to keep me to herself.” And when you responded with a smile, he leaned in and kissed you shamelessly.
“Geez, get a room,” you heard Sam mumble gruffly. 
But all you could do was giggle as Bucky hid his smile in the crook of your neck, his scruff tickling your skin and the weight of the secret falling from your shoulders.
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dungeonpuppykai · 11 days
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Since I don't see much of it,may I request a dark robber Bucky AU? That turned soft dark? It can be a home robbery. Or a bank robbery. Whichever's easier for you. But I feel like a bank robbery would be way more thrilling. Maybe he held her as a hostage and had his way with her. But then decided he wants to keep her for himself after all and add kidnapping to the list <3 Ski mask and all. Like the one Seb wears for his role in that Destroyer movie with Nicole Kidman. Except I want to request the long haired Civil War Bucky looking Bucky in this one. Just imagine how hot it is when he takes off his ski mask & reveals himself to her in all his glory with his long hair falling to the sides of his face and framing it perfectly. And reader is just stunned,because he's too beautiful. Again,if you want to do a home robbery instead,it's fine too. He went to rob a house but wasn't expecting the pretty little thing hiding under the blanket/in the closet. Decided to have some fun on his "quest" and had his way with her but had a change of mind and decided to correct his way, "moves in" with reader in her home and get a proper job now so he can finally marry her in the near future and propose to her with a diamond ring,one that doesn't belong to reader's mother/grandmother/aunt lol. And finally have that break,that normal life he's been craving for so long now and a beautiful wife by his side to spend his whole life with. Sorry if this request sucks,just haven't seen much robber AUs of Bucky so I thought why not? Okay,that's all I got. Whether you want to take it up or not,thank you so much <3 I'll keep enjoying your other works :D
so… um… idk if you know me or not but i am kinda known on here for being a mad slut… i hope you like it and please don't hate me if you don't i know i am greedy af. ill redo it with one of the scenarios if you don't like it <333 
| Small World |
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Pairing: Dark-Soft-Dark Robber!Bucky Barnes | Naïve!You.
Warning(s): Non-con/Dub-con, Dark!Bucky, bank robbery, violence, knife play, gun play, fear kink, unprotected p-in-v sex, missionary, doggy style, corruption kink, sir kink, power imbalance, Daddy kink, stockholm syndrome, he's lowkey mean, size kink, naive!Reader, virginity loss, fingering, spanking, dacryphilia. Minors do not interact. 
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Panicked and horrified eyes turn to stare at you when you are pointed out of your group of hostages to stand up from your position on the ground. Some of your colleagues look at you with pity, others with hope and plea in their teary eyes.
Please, do it for us.
The greater good, and all.
Before you can decide whether you are the sacrificial lamb type or not, the masked man who has called out for you wraps one of his gloved hands around your arm and tugs you away from your group. Your meek and wheezed out requests fall on deaf ears as you are marched down the main hall.
“P- Please!” You turn your head to look back at his covered face with tear stained cheeks, head slightly shaking as your hands tremble beside it from their position in the air.
“I won’t repeat myself” the soft volume of the man’s voice can easily be easily mistaken for mercy if not for the menace in his tone. And the fact that he has the biggest stature out of his entire group –practically a giant- does not help your case. “Get the fuck inside or I’ll make you” he nods towards the door of the manager’s office, gun trained at you threateningly. “Move it.”
Within the next few moments, the man has you pressed up between him and the heavy wooden desk while he towers over you, toying with the loose strands of your hair with a little pocket knife that he has brandished out of his leather jacket.
“Please…” You helplessly plead in vain, thighs quivering from the way he rests his gun between your legs. Your shaking thighs tightly hug the barrel as the tip presses into the table.
“Aw, honey” he is relaxed and unfazed, almost as though he is unaware of the severity of the situation. Or perhaps this is more natural to him than you can ever know. A chill rises in your back as realization hits you. He cannot care less. “Why are you crying?” The man gathers a drop of your panic on the tip of his blade before bringing it to his mouth and taking a lick before humming at the taste. “I just wanna be friends… don’t you wanna be friends?” Your bottom lip wobbles as you shake your head stupidly. 
“P- Please lemme go join the rest…” He sighs at your sob, disappointed. 
“Out there with all those average Joes?” His teal eyes watch you from behind the mask as he traces the shape of your clothed boobs with the knife. “Oh, come on, pretty girl” terror fills you when you feel his hard-on rubbing against one of your knees. “You’re too special to be out there with those lowlifes, baby” your body freezes when the knife trails its way up your chest to rest on your bottom lip.
“P- Please…” A whisper shudders its way out of your still lips while your widened eyes watch the blade trail along the opening of your mouth. “D- Don’t hurt me, s- sir…”
“I won’t have to if you behave…” The tip of the weapon clinks against your teeth as the crown of his gun caresses your intimate part at the same time; having found its way into your pencil skirt. “So say, doll. Will you behave for me?” You would be a fool if you think that you have any other choice than to nod. “Use your words now, come on” his muffled coo is so soft it nearly triggers something inside you. 
But before you can ponder over it, his hand thumps against your cheek to bring you back to the present moment and you find yourself instantly nodding again. "Y- Yes, sir. I- I'll behave for you…" Something scratches at you from deep inside, but the sickening stimulation that you're being subjected to keeps you bound in the present moment.
"Good girl" you let out a relieved exhale when he pulls the blade from your lips and now brings it to the buttons of your blouse. "Tell me, honey. Do you have a boyfriend?" Your cheeks flush despite the situation and you gulp, lowering your eyes to watch him bounce the stitch holding your button together against the sharp metal. "Or… maybe a little girlfriend?" You can't help but loudly gasp when the thread finally comes undone and your swells bounce into his view. 
"P- Please, sir…" The man tuts and shakes his head. 
"Remember, baby. I'll only be nice to you if you are nice to me…" As if to put emphasis on his words, he straightens the knife and softly pokes one of your boobs by sliding the tip inside. You can't see it but your hurried apology makes him smirk under the mask. "Now, then. Where were we…?" 
"N- No, sir…" You softly sob, unable to control your tears. "I d- don't have a boyfriend…" 
"Good girl" he speaks as if he knows you and like you owe it to him, his gun-holding hand disappearing inside his jacket to put the weapon away. Though the relief that washes over you at the sight is short-lived because said hand then comes to grip and caress one of your thighs… under your skirt. "You're too good for silly little boys" your mouth falls agape when he suddenly catches two more of your buttons in a single strike, making your boobs jerk downwards due to the sudden change in pressure. 
"Please–!" 
"Shhhh" his rough hands yank you closer and against him by the help of your ass, your clothed core colliding with his bulge as he now presses the wider part of the knife against your lips. "I won't remind you again, baby. I'll only be nice to you if you shut up and behave like a good fucking girl" his eyelids flutter a little when his hips move against yours. "Because you'll look just as pretty to me without a tongue as you do now, so make your choice" you freeze as blood drains from your face. 
The man gives you a few moments to try him and then he hums in satisfaction when you don't dare. 
"See, that wasn't so fuckin' hard, was it, baby?" Your eyes sting from how tears keep spilling out and down your face in thick streams, the saltiness pricking at your lips as you feel his knife cut your skirt open from the middle before he tears an opening in your pantyhose, groaning at the sight of your pussy before you feel the leather of his gloves tease your folds. "Fucking hell, honey. You've such a cute little pussy on you" you can no longer clearly see what he's doing due to your blurry vision, but the violation of your intimate parts leaves you devoid of any desire to do so. 
Your mind screams at you to stop him.
No one should touch you.
You don't know why exactly, but every fiber of your existence is screeching at you to run. 
Not so much to escape, instead to avoid being defiled. 
But what match are you to an armed man who is thrice your size? 
"It's so tiny and fragile, do you think she can handle me, huh baby?" His voice is heavy as he now pumps his huge leaking cock with one hand, hissing when he touches the tip against your opening to gather some of your slick before spreading it on himself. "You can cry as many of those pretty little tears as you want, angel. Your naughty little pussy is telling me everything I need to know" a sob leaves you at his words as you helplessly sit wide legged with your head hung low, hands resting flat on the table behind you like you had been instructed to do so a few moments ago, now awaiting the inevitable. 
"Fuck" he can't help but roughly curse when your opening refuses to accommodate him and his thick tip slides off it a couple times. "A feisty one" he snickers casually like this is the most normal thing ever. "Good thing I am in the habit of taming–" his words abruptly disappear into a grunt that is accompanied by a jerk of his hips, the action eliciting a loud moan of discomfort from you, "–silly brats like this sweet little pussy here" your back arches as your features scrunch in discomfort, nails pressing against the wooden tabletop. Your pussy squelches around his cock as it is being pried open by his thick girth. 
"Ohhh, sir!" You grunt and more tears escape your eyes. "N- No, no…" Your thighs tremble as you shake your head in horror. "N- No… This is wrong…" Your voice is barely a whisper but he seems to understand you clearly. 
The man cruelly chuckles, the action causing vibrations to travel up your body from where they are connected. "But it sure feels fucking great, don't you agree?" The flat part of his knife digs into the side of your leg as he tightens his hold on your thighs and settles on a rhythm, hips rocking back and forth between the space of your legs. 
Your arms give out and buckle in, causing you to land on your elbows as the loud squeaks of your pussy squeezing at the skin of his cock before letting it go with humiliating clicks only for it to repeat fills the air. 
Your lack of response makes him snort. "What, you don't agree?" When you still don't say anything and just continue to stare at his ski mask, a competitive glint appears in his teal eyes. He brings the knife to your lips and holds it against them. "Kiss it" when your shoulders shake with silent sobs, his hips speed up and the blade presses harder against your skin. "I said, kiss it!" The harshness of his tone forces you to succumb to fear and you obey, nearly sliding up and down the table as you peck the metal. "Now thank me for fucking you" your lips wobble against the weapon but he is relentless as he pants for air in the mask, one hand tightly curled around your knee as your other leg dangles from the table. 
"T- Thank you for fucking me, s- sir…" He twitches inside you with a satisfied growl, each thrust fucking into you deeper and deeper. 
"Now tell me I am the best cock you've ever had" your head is splitting. You feel as though you are being pulled in two opposite directions. A chaos has erupted in your mind and you can barely register his demands anymore. "Do it!" The slap he lands on your boob breaks your train of thought but the hit triggers something inside you and you speak before you can think it over. 
"Please, sir! He won't like it! I can't!" You have no idea who you are referring to and the way his eyes narrow down at you signals that he doesn't either. 
Just what the hell is going on? 
The entirety of today feels like one big Deja Vu.
"Who won't like it?!" His thrusts have turned animalistic but his voice is much less nonchalant than before. "You said you didn't have a boyfriend!"
"I don't!" You squeak out through your tears as your pussy clenches around him and your stomach flips over, the overwhelming sensation in addition to the cruel way in which his hips snap causing your elbows to give up at last. 
"Then who the fuck are you talking about?!" Your shoulders knock over the stationary holder as you shake your head helplessly. 
"I- I don't know!" His hot seed explodes in your tight cavern as you whine loudly, desperate to get away from the assault his cock is inflicting on your worked up gspot. "I don't know! I don't know!" You are at a puzzling loss of words. "But he won't like it! He won't!" 
His concluding thrusts feel almost angry -not that they were much tender in the first place- as a string of muttered curses release from his clenched mouth, the man's long dark hair swaying over his broad shoulders every time he moves. 
"Fucking hell, angel" he rasps once he has finally stopped, though he still remains inside you. "They really did do a number on you, didn't they?" His mask is nearly snatched off his face in the next moment to reveal the most handsome man you have ever seen. 
Utterly remarkable features accompany the teal eyes that watch you angrily, shiny long strands framing them in the most attractive way as the wide shoulders of the man rise and fall with each furious exhale of his flared nose. His sharp jaw that is covered in light stubble is tightly set as he scans your face, fingers tightening around your flesh more and more with the passing second. 
You feel your nether region blink against his cock as you numbly take notice of every detail that he has to offer. Your eyebrows furrow after a few moments when you realize just what you are doing. Then as your eyes begin to widen and palms find the surface of the desk to press against it in order to hoist you up, the realization of why you are doing what you are dawning upon you. 
Your face is next to his within the next second, the discomfort of your joint bodies long forgotten as you reach a finger out towards his face to touch it. 
"Oh, my God…" You whisper as you slowly trace out what the mask had been hiding and like a dam broken, a barrage of memories hits you so hard your vision falters momentarily. "No way…" Your hand falls limp at your side in shock.
"Small world, eh?" His grin glints in the dim lighting of the room. 
. . . 
A loud thump sounded right outside the door of your wardrobe and you couldn't help but whimper, the sound making you widen your eyes before you hurriedly buried your mouth in your fuzzy yellow blanket. 
It was an ordinary Saturday night and you had been watching a movie when you had run out of snacks. So you paused it and got out of bed to grab yourself something from the kitchen but faint unexpected footsteps in the hallway leading to your room forced you to halt your quest.  
Thankfully, you had made it into your current hiding spot just in time before the door to your room slowly opened and a huge figure stepped in, peeking around the room before it stilled in front of the TV. You watched through the slits of the doors as the mysterious man had put two and two together before beginning his search. 
For you. 
You slowly shifted a little to see better when he disappeared momentarily, but then he suddenly walked by the wardrobe and you had to stuff the blanket in your mouth to keep yourself from gasping. The man paused and scanned the room again. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest as he turned towards your bathroom and vanished from your field of vision again. A door opened before clicking close and you sighed in relief. 
Letting a few moments pass before slowly opening the door to a crack, you half turned to grab Kiki, your cuddle buddy and favorite teddy in the entire world from where she had fallen off your lap a moment ago. Though when you went to exit the wardrobe to find your phone and figure out your next move, you found a pair of teal eyes watching you from the crack you had just created, the shock causing you to jump out of your skin and land against the wall behind you with a loud gasp.
You clutched your blanket and teddy close to your pounding chest as you hid your face in your knees, shaking in fear as your heart hammered against your ribcage. 
Some moments passed in complete silence before you felt hands tugging at your cocoon. "Please, please, please!" The most soothing voice you had ever heard responded to them. 
"I'll be nice to you if you'll be nice to me" his words were the most convincing you had ever heard. "What do you say, angel?" You raised your head just enough to see a metal arm extended towards you. 
"Please don't hurt me" you whispered through a wobble of your bottom lip.
"I won't have to if you behave yourself" his form towered you like a vulture hunching over its prey. "You're a good girl, aren't you?" Your furniture had given him some idea of the kind of person that you were. 
And the rest Bucky wanted to find out for himself.
He had decided that he would have you before he had even stepped inside this room when the framed pictures of you with friends and family decorating the living room had caused a tent inside his pants. 
"Use your words for me" you whimpered before slowly nodding your head. 
"Y- Yes, sir. A- Am a good girl" he hummed before thrusting his held out hand in your direction. 
"Come on, then. Don't make me repeat myself" the menacing edge to his tone made you gulp and comply before the minute's end. 
You were slowly and carefully helped out and onto your feet. The stranger's silky hair rushed forth to frame his face when he lowered it to look at Kiki as she landed with a thump on the floor. 
Holding your hand in a firm grip, the man bent to pick her up but didn't hand her back to you. 
"And who is this?"
"K- Kiki, sir."
"Is she your… friend?" 
"B- Bestie, s- sir…" Unbeknownst to you, his cock hardened at your choice of words. 
Fuck. 
"Do you want her back?" You slowly nodded with pleading eyes. 
He hummed again before speaking. "There's a condition." 
"C- Condition, s- sir?" 
"You will be quiet and obedient."
You agreed, not that you had much of a choice but Kiki's wellbeing was your top priority.
The stranger placed you on your bed within the next few moments, pulling your blanket away and giving you a pointed look before threateningly waving the poor teddy in the air when a low whine escaped you. The warning was enough for you to shut your mouth as you curled your toes, flushing under his violating gaze that scanned your underdressed form. 
You were clad in nothing but a tank top and some strawberry pattern underwear. The sudden shift in your body temperature due to the lack of a blanket made your nipples harden against the sheer material of your shirt and the man cursed under his breath before his free hand traveled to his bulge. 
"Why don't you show me how well you and Kiki get along, huh, angel?" You eagerly nodded when the teddy was finally allowed back in your safe hold and you protectively hugged her before going to speak but his next action had you gasping in shock instead. 
"Sir–" 
The man clicked his tongue. "One little peep and you can sweep little Kiki from the hearth tomorrow morning" your eyes became glassy at his words, bottom lip wobbling. And then you inaudibly vowed upon your teddy's safety. 
"S- Sorry, sir."
"See?" His breathing was labored when he stripped you of decency, spreading your legs to examine what was between them and inaudibly grunting at the sight. "That wasn't so hard now, was it, baby?" You shuddered and exhaled heavily through your mouth when his hand curved over the shape of your pussy, thumb swiping over your moist folds.
"N- No, sir." He clicked his tongue. 
"You're too little for that, honey. Call me Daddy." Though questions emerged in your mind, you kept them to yourself for Kiki's sake. "Well?" He raised an eyebrow as his digit found its way to your entrance and he poked at it, the sensation causing you to jump up in shock. 
But you knew better than to express it.
"... Y- Yes, Daddy…" The word felt foreign and awkward in your mouth, but the intrusion of your private areas overpowered every other feeling. 
"Tell me how it feels, honey" the man's tone turned into one of coaxing as the tip of his thumb glided up and down between your folds before circling your entrance. But he kept it from invading your privates for now. 
Your eyebrows were tightly furrowed together as you whined, nuzzling your face into Kiki. "W- Weird, Daddy" that seemed to please him, and he hummed in approval.
"Good girl" a loud and confused squeak escaped you when he pushed the tip of his digit up your glistening slit next. 
"S–" the click of his tongue stopped you and you corrected yourself just in time. "Daddy!" 
"It's okay, honey. Daddies are supposed to take care of their little babies like this" his thumb was soon replaced by his middle finger and you couldn't help but let out a moan when it began to toy with the hood of your clit now, his finger working you open all the while. "See, getting better, isn't it, angel?" It was nothing but strange for your inexperienced body. Your hips tightened but you had no idea what it meant or led to. 
And the intimidating visual was not helping the puzzle. 
"L- Looks so scary, Da- Daddy" your bottom lip jutted out as you sniffled, unknowingly clenching around his finger and making him twitch inside his pants in turn.  
"Aw, baby" he could swear you were the most precious thing he had ever come across. "Too much for your innocent eyes to handle, is it?" He had to have you. "Daddy can help you with that" his finger plopped out of you and your hole retracted, a shudder running down your spine at both the feeling itself and the loss of contact. 
A small pout made its way on your face as you snuggled into Kiki, subconsciously missing the penetration. 
Bucky moved further onto his knees and grasped your naked thighs in his strong calloused hands. "Turn around for Daddy, angel" you were moved to your knees in front of him. He spread your legs apart before moving back to undo his own pants, admiring the handiwork that he had made of you all the while. 
Then he told you that it would  feel a bit strange at first, that it may even hurt, but then it was sure to feel good. 
You panicked when he entered your narrow opening as he hissed out curses, his metal hand curling around your thigh while the other rested on your ass cheeks that it fondled every now and then.
His words that you had initially suspected turned out to be true the more he moved inside you. Your tight, warm channel of moist flesh gripped at his cock in the same way your arms bracingly choked Kiki, whines drawling their way out of your gaping mouth as you nuzzled your flushed face in her soft body, feeling a small flame ignite in the base of your stomach. 
"Hnnng owwhh, Daddy!" You whined as stars clouded your vision when his thick tip hit you deep up your cavern in a certain tender spot. 
"You're so fuckin' tight, angel" his breathing was laboured as his muscular thighs slapped against yours, the collision causing your skin to sting as well as fill the room with a loud clapping sound which was occasionally accompanied by a squelch or two. "It's like you were waiting for your Daddy all along, huh?" You winced when one of his hands wrapped around your hair to pull you back as gently as he could manage. "Tell me you were waiting for me to come along and fuck this pretty pussy broken" you yelped when his free hand landed a harsh smack to one of your ass cheeks. When you didn't respond, he gave a demanding yank to your head. "Don't make me repeat myself, now." 
Bucky could see that you had some difficulty with carrying out orders. 
So he added that to the list of the things that you would have to work on. 
"I- I…" Your chest ached as you struggle to breathe, feeling your senses battle between pain and pleasure. "I w- was waiting for you to co–" your words dissolved into a moan as your form swayed under his rough fucking, "come- come, come and–!" Your fingers tightened around Kiki to brace yourself against the influx of sensation that burst out between your legs when he spanked you one last time before trailing his fingers down your pussy. 
"Go ahead, baby" his lips found the crook of your neck before his sharp teeth grazed against the skin. "You're doing so well for me" your back arched when he pecked your skin right before biting down on it. 
And all of a sudden, the sensory overload was too much for your fucked out mind to handle. Your hips clenched and a lava of what you could only classify as pleasure exploded between them, your vision paling and hearing becoming muffled, mouth falling open to let out raspy stomach churning moans. Suddenly, the intensity of every stimulus that had been tearing its way into your body decreased and a faint ringing swam in your ears. The skin piercing hammering of your heart morphed into heavy thumps and your body went limp as it hung from the robber's cock, being held up solely by the tangle of his arms that encircled your body. 
Bucky felt himself twitch when your orgasm gave way to obedience and you guzzled out your words to fulfill your command. "W- Waz wai'ing for D- Daddy to come along and f- fuck my pussy b- broken" his curse went unheard by you due to your temporary vertigo. 
"Now tell Kiki that" he had to tap one of your cheeks to bring you back to the present. "Look at Kiki and tell her that" the sternness of his words fueled the overstimulation that your core was suffering, the hypersensitivity causing you to clench hard around his girth that pounded into you at a barely registerable pace, your knees shaking uncontrollably. 
"K- Kiki…" Your arms were jelly as you forced them to wobble the pink teddy up in your sight since your head was locked in place by the grip he had on your hair. "I- I…" You whined out a loud moan. "W- Waiting on D- Daddy to c- come and b- break l- little pussy o- open" the brokenness of your voice coupled with the omission of words reached out for his climax and pulled it through. Bucky loudly cursed out in between moans as he rammed into you animalistically, his seed searing into your worked up walls and coating the flesh pale.
You had never been praised the way you were that night when the man– Bucky, he told you once he had placed you in the comforting bath he drew for you, cleaned and washed you thoroughly as he pressed reassuring kisses to your tear stained cheeks. When he declared the next morning that he was moving in, you did not say much for he still intimidated you but you had your suspicions. However, as time passed and you two grew closer than ever, you realized that the transition had been much easier and natural than you had expected. 
Your lover excused you from your outdoor obligations and gave you a list of rules to abide by to make sure you would well fulfill your role as the homerunner. He made a promise with you to mend his ways and he actually did it by finding himself an honest job that paid well enough for your household. Then, even though you reassured him that he could just give you your grandmother's ring to propose, he was adamant on buying you one with a big rock. One that would match the shine of your pretty eyes, he said.
In other words, everything was going well. 
Yes, the beginning of your relationship had been unconventional to say the least.
But fate had a strange way of bringing people together. 
That eventful night had been your share.
What did such silly things matter when the both of you loved each other so much? 
That was, until one day…
. . . 
"I told you, angel. I'd always find my way to you" the man speaks as he fixes his pants while keeping a vigilant eye on you. 
Your mouth is wide as tears wet your cheeks like an unceasing waterfall. "Daddy…" 
"Yes, Daddy" passive rage drips off his smug words. "You thought you could report me and flee the country and that'd be the end of it?"
You shake your head vehemently and sputter out all the words you can manage in your honest defense. Your labored breathing turns into sobs as you grab at his hands and plead your case desperately. 
You hadn't reported him. You could never do that to your Daddy and future husband!
Not even in your worst nightmare!
What had actually happened was that you had been tending to your daily tasks as usual when some strange men with badges you did not understood had shown up to your house while he was at work. They were mean but they had not hurt you. Instead, they had thrusted all kinds of files and records in your face, saying unbelievable things about your Daddy that simply could not be true and then demanding you tell them where he worked. 
But you were too little to know those things. 
So they ransacked your house before one of them found a piece of paper from one of Bucky's jackets before showing it to the rest. Their boss had turned back to look at you one last time with pity in his eyes before he called someone on his phone and joined his fellow men in one of the sleek black SUVs that they had arrived in. Your Daddy had not come home that night. Instead, your sobbing mother who lived in a different city had approached you where you had been waiting for Bucky out on the front stairs of the house. 
She had forced you away from your home. You kept telling her that you had to inform your Daddy of what had happened and that he never ate without you and that he would be looking for you. But your sweet mother had become a tyrant with your safety -like you needed it- and you just could not understand the hysteria until she placed you in therapy that you thought you did not need. 
But when you finally did start responding to the kind lady at the funny smelling clinic, you had slowly understood your mother's manic behavior. 
"... And she said you were a terrible man that I best forget all about and move on in my life, Daddy. I didn't mean to blank you out!" You finish your speech, squeezing his fingers earnestly as your eyes beg his to believe you. "I didn't want to. But they said you were bad and a criminal and, and– I didn't have a choice" you sob and shake your head desperately, the awareness of just how hurt he must have felt when you disappeared choking your heart out. "And they wouldn't listen and they kept saying that you kidnapped me and–" he doesn't interrupt you. In fact, he hasn't done much of that in the past few minutes. 
But then a heavy bell goes off in your head all of a sudden and you understand why he has been quiet, the horrific realization causing your muscles to freeze and shrivel as you feel foam rising in your mouth. Your eyes widen to the shape of saucers as the pattering of your tears literally becomes audible in the quiet room. "... But… Y- You…" Your clammy fingers try to yank themselves out of his. "You… did kidnap me after…" Terror grips at your throat. 
Unreadable emotion passes by his teal orbs faster than you can process. Bucky lowers his head as he restricts your hands from pulling out of his by interlocking them in an iron-strong hold. Heaving in a deep sigh, he snickers to himself humorlessly, the long strands of his hair falling over his face as his shoulders shake. 
"Oh, angel" he looks up once he finally gains composure over what had turned into sneering chuckles. "You will have to relearn everything all over again, won't you?" Your body feels petrified as the graveness of the matter sears into your muscles. He tugs his gloves off before cupping your face with his metal hand. "Good thing we have the rest of our lives with no one left to trouble us this time, huh?" With a promising kiss to your lips, he pulls his mask back down and fishes another one out of his jacket before slipping it over your face. "Come on, let's go home" Bucky effortlessly hauls you onto one of his massive shoulders after he swipes your nose with his thumb on which he had poured a strange substance out of a vial. The liquid instantly numbs your mind and your eyes go heavy, not that your terrified body was moving much in the first place. 
The next few things that you feel through your melting senses include Bucky pulling your tattered skirt down before giving a powerful smack to your ass, turning in the opposite direction of the way you had come here after exiting the Manager's office, descend the fire escape that he chooses to exit the building through before briefly jogging to what you figure is probably a vehicle since you hear the beeping open of a lock.
And then everything goes dark.
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rillils · 2 months
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STEVE & BUCKY'S LOVE STORY, UNABRIDGED SOMEWHAT ABRIDGED, part 2/3 (here is part 1)
picking up from where we left off:
some 65 years into the future, steve's plane is fished out of the ice, and they find him, frozen like a sexy hot-dayum popsicle, but still alive thanks to the same super serum that made him go from Smol to Lorge.
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steve is thus brought back into the world, but it's a world he no longer recognizes after all these years; a world where all the people he used to know and love are long dead, and his own face has been turned into a tool for propaganda over the years. obviously, he has a hard time adjusting, and he turns to fighting again, joining this group of kinda possibly superheroes, aka the avengers.
lots of exciting new things happen, sure; but steve is still pretty miserable. until one day, a mysterious masked assassin dressed in bondage gear (but not really), and sporting one very shiny metal arm (!!!!), is sent to kill steve's sort-of-boss. and then to kill steve himself. oh no!!
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in what is possibly the most gripping, most visually pleasing hand-to-hand fight sequence in the history of cinema,
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(NO BUT SERIOUSLY, all jokes aside, if you've never watched it then please do bc it's!!! *shrieks* so fucking good!!!)
a fight sequence which also happened to unlock both steve's and an entire fandom's competence kink with that little sexy knife-flipping trick alone -- i know you know what i'm talking about, don't you lie to me babes--
as i was saying, steve manages to knock the mask off of his opponent's face. and who do you think appears before him? can you guess??
DING DING DING!!! EXACTLY!!! IT'S HIS LONG-LOST BAE BUCKY! who apparently doesn't recognize him??
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confused and upset, steve fights to uncover the truth. turns out, the man is indeed the very same bucky he grew up with and loved. only, he didn't actually die in that tragic fall in the ravine; rather, due to the experiments performed on him while he was a war prisoner, he survived long enough to be found and captured by the enemy. who then proceeded to torture and brainwash him, using him as a tool for murder against his will, and literally putting him back in the freezer when they didn't need him.
which, as it happens, is how he stayed so young in the first place: he, uh, spent the better part of 70 years frozen. yeaaah, are the parallels paralleling or what, hmmmm?? preserved in ice like your mom's best lasagna from last week? plunging to a 'death' that isn't really a death? waking up in the future kinda screwed over? :D
ANYWAY
steve is even more devastated than before, now that he's learned that while he was asleep in the ocean, bucky was out there suffering. when he finally confronts bucky again (and it's fucking epic and also fucking heartbreaking, believe you me) steve is desperate to bring bucky, his bucky, back. knowing in his heart that his bae is still somewhere in there, no matter how deeply buried.
in the most critical moment(TM), steve chooses to stay behind, on a plane that's about to fucking blow up around them - just like bucky did for him all those years ago - because if he can't save bucky, then he'd rather die with him.
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only, bucky is scared and confused af at the moment, and he attacks steve, because 1) he has a mission after all, he's supposed to kill this guy dammit, and 2) wtf is even going on here??? who IS this man, WHY does he keep saying that they've known each other their whole lives?? and WHY does bucky feel like he's actually seen him somewhere else before?????
AND HERE IS THE PIVOTAL MOMENT OF ALL PIVOTAL MOMENTS: for the first time in his life, steve refuses to fight back. like he literally drops his shield out of the plane and into the river underneath, in a very powerful and symbolic gesture, signifying his surrender: he's not going to hurt bucky anymore, no matter what. THIS FUCKER LITERALLY LETS BUCKY BEAT HIM TO A PULP, WITHOUT EVEN TRYING TO DEFEND HIMSELF, 100% ready to let bucky kill him if that's what's gonna happen here, because that's still better than living in a world where bucky's gone - a world where bucky will look at him and only see a target, or a stranger at best.
and then!!!!
no this is like, this is THE most romantic shit, okay, like you could try to convince me that it isn't for the next hundred years and i wouldn't buy it, because. BECAUSE.
at the very last moment, steve finally manages to break through bucky's brainwashing, breaking the metaphorical spell bucky was under. and do you know how he does that? i ask you, do you know how steve does that, my love?
by repeating to bucky the very same words bucky offered him way back in the beginning, when he proposed asked steve to move in together. till death do us part the end of the line, baby. romeo could NEVER
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bucky, who was about to deal the fatal blow, freezes instantly, finally recognizing the man under him.
and when steve falls out of the plane, bucky jumps after him, instinctively saving his life instead.
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but bucky can't stay. confused, wounded, vulnerable, and only just beginning to remember who he used to be and what was done to him, he slips away and hides from steve - and from all the other people who might be looking for him, and probably want him dead. you think this is gonna stop steve, though?? now that he knows that bucky is still alive, and that he remembers him??? now that he knows that bucky's not lost to him forever?? AS IF!!
(to be continued in part 3)
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dwailol · 10 months
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My Favorite Pose
ComPOUND Round 3 [Bucky x Fem Reader]
Minors DNI 🔞
Summary: First morning of your week alone in the compound with Bucky. He adds himself to your morning routine. ;) Established relationship. If you’ve been following the plot PLEASE STOP but your powers and vaguely why you stayed behind are revealed.
Warnings ⚠️: smut af, bondage, a lil rough but not too much, oral (m and f), praise kink, p in v, unprotected
WC: 1.7k??
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It’s 5:30 AM and there are little to no off days even for low key weeks like this. I get up and walk to get the specially designed breakfast that F.R.I.D.A.Y. planned for me. If there is one thing I miss about my past life it was a big flavorful breakfast… well and my family not being the reason the rest of the Avengers are trying to save a population of innocent people.
Surprise! I’ve got daddy issues. That’s my whole conflict of interest that kept me from the mission. I can’t do it. I told them not to tell me who did it if they are gone by the end of it. No matter how much I’ve been burned by them I’ll still hesitate.
I take my last bite and walk to the training center. I try to quiet my mind with some yoga before I get into the intense workouts. As I move into downward dog, I feel Bucky’s two hands pull my ass to his crotch. He gives it a light squeeze that still hurts because of the marks he left on it last night.
“Downward Dog - my favorite pose. What are you doing up so early Angel?”
“You know that pet name can only stretch so far,” I stand up. He throws his hands up with a cocky grin.
“Sorry, it’s just so fitting. I haven’t seen them in a while. It’s kind of hot when you pop them out. You should give me a quick show,” he says with that grin somehow getting smugger. The lack of sleep I got last night really motivated me to remind him what got me here in the first place.
“Careful what you wish for.”
In less than a second I sprout my wings then clap them hard in front of me which sends him flying across the room. I retract them back in an instant. He gets up laughing and clapping.
“Woo! That is what I’m talking about angel! I would ask to see the other stuff but we don’t want to set the building on fire do we?”
I can’t control myself when my other powers ignite - literally ignite. While he playfully annoys me, I don’t think I could ever release that hell fire. My powers are not “biblical” but they sure are other worldly.
“I need to get back to it. There’s food in the fridge. Just don’t touch my meal prep,” I hate that sentence just left my mouth.
“I don’t want your meal prep,” he walks behind me with our bodies facing the mirrors and his hands snaking up and down my body. “I want you. If you wanna get some training in I can show you somethings,” he says into my ear while tucking my hair back. So unfair.
“I don’t have-“
“You see this?”, he picks up my yoga strap. Out of nowhere he runs in front of me to kick the back of my legs. We both fall to the floor. He has me pinned down and starts tying the strap around my wrists.
“This is called a constrictor knot. In the event you have a disobedient girl giving you attitude, this knot comes in real handy,” he pushes his hand up my shirt to grab my breast. He moves it back down into my leggings and starts rubbing.
“Fuck. I could do whatever I want to do to you right now. You’re so wet. I cannot wait to get my cock inside you.”
I feel his fingers slip in and out. I let out a whimper. The sounds of my wet cunt make him growl. With a loud grunt he rips my leggings off. His fingers are back inside me and moving with fury. His eyes are hungry and he plants his head between my thighs with force.
As his tongue moves around my clit, I let out some “Ah! Ah! AH!”s. I start thrashing my body from the pleasure. He takes his vibranium arm to hold my hips down making me immobile.
“Whatever I want to do to you. Don’t make me repeat myself again. Now what do we say?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good girl.”
He sits up to free himself from his shorts. I am towered over with his cock in my face.
“Get to work doll. Let’s practice some breathing exercises for your training today.”
He puts his cock in my mouth and I start to move my head up and down. His length hits the back of my throat and I cough choking on it.
“Such a good girl for me trying so hard. Now you’re getting that pussy filled.”
He pulls on the strap to lift me up for a sloppy kiss with my taste still on his tongue. He drops me to the floor again to pin me under him. In no time his cock is thrusting into me with a speed so fast it shakes my body back and forth.
“I’m really making you mine this week. I’m gonna fuck you in every room I can. Get ready to drop whatever you’re doing for me whenever I want.”
I need this honestly. Losing my body to him feels more comfortable than I ever thought it would. My helplessness to his pounding excites me with both safety knowing he’s the one doing it and anticipation for what he might pull next.
He pulls the strap up so that I mesh into a seated position with him. He pumps into me with an unmatched passionate kiss. His free hand runs through my hair and gives it a pull in the back. He releases a heavy breath and moan. I’m squealing as he hits my g spot and my clit rubs against his body.
“Fuck Bucky! You’re killing me!”
“Good thing we know you’ll go to heaven then.”
He turns me onto my stomach so that I’m facing the mirrors. I arch up my ass anticipating his next move. I grip onto the strap preparing to take him. He kneels behind me and picks my head up.
“Look at you catching on. Now watch yourself get fucked.”
He slams his cock back inside me and thrusts with power. My high pitched screams are music to his ears. He grabs my ass and slaps it back and forth a few times.
“I thought I was being your good girl?”, I tease.
“Don’t act like you don’t get pleasure from my punishments. You might be my good girl right now but doesn’t mean I won’t give you a reminder of what’s in store for bad girls.”
“Not fair,” I laugh. Wrong choice.
He flips me over swiftly. He pulls tight on the strap to put the end in front of my face. His grip tenses around it.
“You remember this? I decide what’s fair and what’s not. You’re all tied up Angel. You take what you get and believe me you’re gonna get it.”
He throws my arms down then smacks the side of my ass with his vibranium hand. There is pleasure in his punishments. His movements are the hardest and fastest I’ve felt from him since our first time.
“I’m getting close to giving you my next load. I’ve loved filling you up with all my cum and watching it drip out you. Shows you’re all mine. No one else gets this pussy but me.”
My body tingles at his words. I give him an affirming mhm. He grabs my face.
“I wanna hear you say it ‘Bucky this pussy is yours’ if you want this load. Sing me that beautiful song Angel and it’s all yours.”
“Bucky…,” he hits the spot again which throws me off track.
“Bucky this…,” he cues for the rest of what he wants to hear. He lifts my hips up and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I scrunch my face then open my eyes wide as I feel my own cum.
“It’s yours! It’s yours! I promise it’s all yours!”
Mmmmh! I feel his huge burst of cum in me. He pulls out and it was definitely the biggest load of all the rounds so far. My hands are set free with some mild brush burns. He grabs my hands and gives them each light kisses.
“I’ll be more careful next time bunny. You just get me too hot,” he groans. I get a kiss loaded with tongue.
What a wonderful first morning with him back!
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firefly-in-darkness · 6 months
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Hopelessly Devoted
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Pairing → Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary → You visited the Harvest Festival and your boyfriend, James 'Bucky' Barnes surprised you.
Word Count → 1.3k words
Warnings → none, fluffy lovey dovey stuff.
Beta → none.
Prompts/Bingo Cards
AFG Square Fill → Grease AU - @anyfandomgoesbingo
AF Fluff Square Fill → Carving initials in a tree - @anyfandomfluffbingo
Sebastian Stan Square Fill → Blindfold - @sebastianstanbingo
Writer's Note → Well, it's been a while since I wrote anything, let alone shared it on here. This was something I had written last year and just gone over it briefly so hope you enjoy it.
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Summer was fading; the sun was setting earlier, and the cool breeze was picking up. Bright greens, blues, and yellows disappeared and replaced with oranges, reds, and browns. Fall was fast approaching, and you didn’t mind one bit. Cozy cardigans, knitted stockings, roaring fires, and hot chocolate were calling your name.
The town’s Harvest Festival was in full swing; pumpkin patches, hayrides, corn mazes, and even hosted a fairground with a Ferris wheel and arcade games. Everyone from town was there, including you and your cousin, Danny. Who had conveniently just left you to show off his bowling skills to his girlfriend, Sandy.
"Hey Doll," the low timbre sent a wave of giddiness through your body.
"Hey yourself," you turned to James and returned his lopsided grin.
James was wearing all black and the trademark T-bird leather jacket. His hair wasn’t as slicked back as earlier. It was a little fluffier, and you prefered it that way too.
He presented a small stuffed teddy bear, "Told you I’d win something for you before night fell."
"And how much did that cost you? I bet the amount you spent would have bought three of these from the store!" You wrapped the bear in your arms as you teased your boyfriend.
"Where’s the fun in that?" He puffed out his chest in faux machoness, "Gotta prove my worth to a Zuko."
You giggled as he exaggerated and flexed his biceps. He turned his head to the side, and you kissed his cheek.
"Thank you, I love it."
His eyes sparkled with mischief, "Let's get out of here."
"What are you planning, mister?" Your eyes narrowed at him in jest.
“Follow me.”
Your gingham skirt and petticoat fluttered out and around you with each step as you skipped to keep up with James' longer strides. You bypassed the bright and colorful fairground. The laughter and joyful screams echoed with each stand and ride you left behind.
James didn’t stop at the coconut shy to show off his throwing skills or the Ferris wheel to charm you with whispered sweet nothings and to kiss you at the top. Instead, he diverted you to the exit and straight to his car.
James held the door open for you as you gathered your skirts and climbed into the car. He raced around the front with a massive grin, slid inside, and handed you the soft blue tie he had worn to prom last year. You'd only been on a couple of dates by the time prom had come around, but he'd made your heart swoon at the gesture of matching the color of your dress.
"It’s a blindfold. I want this all to be a surprise,” the quick explanation eased your confusion.
You nodded and placed the material over your eyes. It wasn’t thick enough to block out the light but obscured your vision enough to not see much in front of you. You tried to tie it but fumbled. James’ hands covered yours and took over.
“Are you going to tell me anything?”
"No, Doll. It will spoil it, but we'll be there in about 10 minutes."
Butterflies erupted in your belly, excited for what lies ahead. You thought of all the places that could be nearby and what the surprise could be. Maybe you were going to have one of those giant sundaes at Frosty Palace, or you were going to see a movie at the drive-in.
The engine started, and you released a small yelp. James laughed as you tried to regain your composure. The familiar sounds of the crackling radio filled the car. You relaxed against the leather bench and enjoyed the sounds of Bill Haley and His Comets.
The absence of Bucky's touch was brief as he held your hand while he drove. You're sure he could hear the race of your heartbeat, but you didn’t care. 
The car pulled to a stop, and you heard Bucky open and close the car door before opening yours.  A cool breeze wrapped around your exposed calves, and a shiver ran down your spine. It wasn’t long before Bucky's warm hand took yours. You climbed out of the car as gracefully as possible. A slight snigger from Bucky had you doubting how well you achieved that.
You focused on your other senses and tried to work out where you were. The soft ground under your pumps meant you weren’t on the sidewalk. Birds chirped above, the slight rustle underfoot and the sweet scent of flowers wafted around. You almost screamed at the feel of something tickling your legs. You managed to choke it down but earned another snigger from James.
"Barnes, you're cruisin'." You mustered up a stern voice.
You lost James’ touch without a word. Your heart dropped as you reached out to find nothing.
"James?"
"I'm here. Gimme a sec, doll."
Your heartbeat returned to normal, and the fear of being left alone was gone as quickly as it had entered your mind. 
"Okay, I'm going to come up behind you now."
You felt the warmth before his torso pressed into your back. His body encircled, and a not-so-unfamiliar feeling ignited in your belly as he whispered in your ear.
"Hope you like this doll. You deserve the best."
James removed the blindfold, and it took a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the fading sunlight. Slowly, you looked out over the golden meadow. The blanket, a wicker basket at one, and James’ leather boots on the other, at the foot of the oak tree made your smile widen.
You turned to James with your hands on his chest, "A picnic? For me? Oh, you shouldn't have."
He smirked and lightly kissed your forehead, "I definitely should have.”
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Your head rested on Bucky's lap, his arm draped across your waist underneath the makeshift blanket of his leather jacket. Stomachs full from sandwiches and treats. The peace of being close to one another brought unbreakable smiles to your faces.
"Y'know what, doll, I'm so glad Ma moved out of Brooklyn last year. I miss home. But I’d never have met you if I hadn't come here."
You grinned up at him and caressed his cheek, enjoying the scratch from the stubble on his jaw. James leaned into your palm and peppered a kiss there.
His face contorted away from adoration to neutral in a flash. You might have missed the shift if you didn’t know him as well as you did.
“What you thinkin’ about stud?”
“Nothing, it's silly,” his cheeks tinged pink, and he looked away.
Gently, you turned his face towards your line of sight, “This is silly.”
You pulled a ridiculous face with your eyes crossed and tongue sticking out while rocking your head from side to side. James chuckled, and the crinkle of his eyes warmed your heart.
“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.
“I’m hopelessly devoted to you,” He whispered back and kissed you once more.
After you enjoyed the last moments of the sunset, Bucky helped you to stand up. You brushed your skirt down and draped his jacket over your shoulders. Then you heard the sound of clicking and scraping.
You followed the noise to find James braced against the tree trunk. You unashamedly gazed at how his muscular arms and back shifted under his top. The propped foot at the roots gave an enticing shape to his behind in the already tight black denim. You almost missed him calling out your name.
Bucky moved away from the tree, closing and pocketing the pen knife to reveal his handiwork.
Yours and his name inside a heart, etched into the bark, for all eternity.
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samodivaa · 8 months
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I need you more than I want to
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Soldier Boy x Reader
Jealousy changes you — it completely shifts your mind and paradigm. It makes your brain cloudy with anger, unable to think clear. His eyes are full of language, but what kind of lover is he? With all this love and no words for it?
Words - 3700
Warnings - lot of smut, angst, rough!Ben, bl00d k1nk, choking, fingering, degradation, breeding
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Set after the threesome with Bucky, Double Satisfaction
(no need to read it to understand the plot)
Ben is just jealous and rough af after Bucky made u feel good :0
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Ben needed some time alone. He tried to deny the truth, deny that maybe Bucky is maybe a better lover, pushing his desires to just fuck you aside and tucking them somewhere in the back of his mind until they were less fresh…until he could control the animalistic urges, he tried at least.
„ Hey, what-ts’ gotten into you? “ you say, carefully setting the knife down on the counter as you feel him against your back.
„ Shut up, doll “ he scolds, fingers finding their way on both sides of your hips, drawing soft circles as they travel up towards your waist.
„Oh? Ben, if the threesome was such a bad as an experience for you, why didn’t you tell me, it’s been a week- “
„Who said it was?“ he finishes, leaning down to bring his mouth to the back of your neck, tongue purposely likening the skin, you groan as blood drips hot and thick down your neck - breath hitching as you try to swallow while Ben sucks greedily. The pace is agonizing, his tongue dragging lines across your wounded skin – you moan under your breath, the feeling causing your knees to wobble.
You can't even feel the pain, your brain turns it into pleasure as you hear a moan of elation and satisfaction escaping his mouth, he loves tasting you.
„I am yours, you know that?“
„What the hell is wrong with you, why are you so–“ you whine as you try to rip away from his grip; you manage to turn around, facing him.
„So what?“ He squints his eyes at you, studying your expression.
„–not acting like yourself“ His lips softly brush against yours, the hum of your chests reverberating against each other, breasts push into his chest. Ben feels his rising manhood beginning to push into your leg, he is sure you can feel it too „What’s wrong with you today?“ You ask, your lashes fluttering softly; to not squirm away from his touch, it always drives you crazy, and he knows it – his hands digging a little deeper into your skin, not wanting to reveal his worries.
This fucker–he really got into my mind, the way he touched you. He touched you for the first time and he made you moan like a whore while calling you a doll, like he knew your body better than me.
He hasn’t braced himself enough, he realizes. Ben grabbes at the racing thoughts, struggling to come up with a retort that would let him leave with his dignity,with his ego.
„Nothing, why the fuck are you bringing it up?“
His voice comes out low like venom, empty of any mirth; profile is serious, jaw clenched - words pained you; it sends a chill down your spine. Your gaze flickers up to his green eyes – stone-faced. You can’t tell if he’s furious or sad, and it scares you.
He regards you thoughtfully and sees the comprehension dawning in your eyes.
You know exactly what he is saying and feeling. And it’s infuriating that his expression doesn’t change — remains cool and collected.
This is how he feels? Does he really think that you will give up this love?
„Oh, so how am I not jealous when we have threesomes with women?“ You shake your head, unable to believe anything that is coming from his mouth, confusion shining in your eyes.
„You are annoying” he mutters, scraping his teeth against the edge of your jaw. „Enough talking“ he kisses you, the taste of blood fresh in his mouth. It's deeper, passionate. Something that leaves you both gasping for air when you part.
„Fuck me then“ you whine through slitted eyes.
He looks at you looking at him. You could tell he is looking at you in a loving, passionate way that he had never looked at you before. Only his eyes can convey the fiercely intense, love and compassion he feels, words couldn’t describe how he feels.
You want nothing more than for him to kiss you more, but you are sure that he doesn’t want it vanilla, clearly – your heart pounds at the thought of what he is capable of when cornered by such jealous thoughts.
The green color eyes swallow you whole – they drift down to your cleavage, sitting there for a second before flashing back to meet your gaze. One hand stays against your hip, the other grasps the back of your neck tightly.
He can't suppress the desire to intertwine his fingers through your hair, tugging your head back and kissing you, the light pain forces your mouth open and uses that to savor it with his tongue. His need for air finally rips his tongue out from yours, sticky strands of spit spilling between your mouths as you share collective gasps of breath.
Your eyes open wide as Ben suddenly loosens his hold on your hair, allowing him to pull away as he slaps your legs softly, gesturing for you to jump into his arms. Wrapping your legs around his hips, you assume that he will take you to the bedroom, but he puts you on the countertop instead.
„I suppose you do love me, in your way“
„And how else should I love you – In your way?“ he speaks low, knowing that look all too well before he connects his lips to yours, biting the lower one slightly.
Ben is swollen with words he never says, swallow with horded love. And he thinks about – her love is all he knows in his new life; as his body falls silent, he knows this is love, but he has come too far in his distance to let tenderness rule him, all he needs is time. All he needs is time. The voice in his head tells him to say more, it trails behind like silk scarves, but the air stays wordless.
„All I want is your trust, nothing else, Ben“
Love and trust are not concepts or tactics. They are ways of being with someone, ways of being in the world, and ways of being in your body. For so long Ben felt like he should be somewhere else, with all the betrayal he experienced from people. He knows he is hard to handle, selfish and sad – he is incapable of communicating the depths of his thoughts, but he really tries. His reckless solitude in his own mind was there from the start of your relationship, a remnant of the war between his head and heart.
He initiates a bruising kiss to distract you from the hand that carefully moves to unbuckle his pants and he pulls them down and off, leaving him in his boxers, which he promptly takes off. His cock stands proudly as always, thick and long, leaking precum.
“You’re such a fucking whore” says Ben, breathlessly.
“Am I–?” you try to respond, artificially sweet.
His hand moves slowly in between your skirt, your voice cuts off into a squeak when you feel his wonderfully rough hand slide up your thigh.
„Yeah, but you are my fuckin’ whore“ Ben says, pulling your panties to the side, pulling apart your lips and sticks two fingers in you, rocking them slowly inside, seeing how tight and wet you are, pressing his thumb against the clit, rubbing in circles „You–“ He doesn’t want to picture you down on your knees again, sucking obediently on Bucky's cock – the image was scorched in his mind and he just couldn't shake it „fucking slut“ he is ashamed to admit his odd mix of arousal and jealousy.
His voice is still deep with anger and now the added lust sends a chill down your spin. He slides his fingers up and down, causing your lips to barely part as the audible sound of your wetness fills the room. He just keeps going, his pace triplicating in a moment, making your inner heat clench taut around him.
Your fingers trace the contours of his lean muscle of his shoulders and neck before your hands suddenly grab his face, forcefully bringing it up to your own, mouth hungrily devouring his lips. The kisses grow increasingly sloppy. Ben moans when you nib on his lower lip, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.
A string of your spit bridges your tongues for but a blink and he grits out between his teeth, his eyes glowing.
„You look desperate,“ you say breathlessly, mind racing.
Ben’s lips curl into a forced smile, there’s no humor in it, no humor in the way his eyes drag over you, lazily as a warning – he pulls his fingers out of you, only dragging them across your folds, teasing.
He leans closer, brushes you ear with his beard „Can you say that again, sweetheart?“
You yelp quietly at the feeling of a large hand gripping your neck and fingers slamming back into your cunt – squeezing with as much pressure as he thinks won’t kill you. Then his hand picks up the pace, pumping fingers in and out of you. He watches as he pulls them out, hissing through his teeth as the suction only pulls them in as soon as he does so, watching how your body shudders while eyes water from the lack of oxygen.
„Ben, p-please–“
Mine, mine, mine—
How desperate your pleads sound, how pure and sinful all at once.
He brings his other hand up to your chin, keeping your gaze locked „I didn’t quite hear you“ His voice drops an octave, lips ghosting over your own. „Who is desperate?“
A blush found its way across your face as you averted your eyes from his unnerving gaze – dissecting you for an answer, mocking you.
You couldn't take it anymore. It is too much, too fast, and the way he is looking down at you is just cruel. You barely catch his last audible words before you give into euphoria. Slowly, methodically he pumps his digits throughout your orgasm.
Tears fall from your eyes, the pain and the pleasure mixing, making your mind all cloudy. Ben captures your lips enthusiastically, the hand from your chin returns on your neck, resting just below the hollow of your throat. You swallow his groan as your fingers snake through his hair, pushing yourself into the kiss.
Tongue and teeth pluck hard paths of possession down your shoulders and chest. Marks, raw and painful, are bitten on your skin. He blinks slowly, swallowing hard as he pulls back to look at his work.
My girl—
It is unhealthy, but you really couldn't deny him anything. He is carnal, animalistic, possessive. He can tear you into pieces and you would still want more. Depraved, lustful, not gentle, and jealous.
Ben gives up, finally done pretending like he isn’t as desperate as you are, as your hands in his hair grabs him and pulls him back for another deep kiss.
No words.
Nothing, but the mantra in your body, in time with your heartbeat. You are clumsy and eager and aching and needing, tempting as sin — you whine and spread your thighs apart.
Ben watches, a dark smile appears as he slides the tip of his erection up and down in his free hand, using both her wetness and his pre-cum as lubrication.
„Fuck…“ he mutters, eyes roving your face.
“I love you” you say, sparks in your eyes as the need for him floods your senses.
The length in his palm jerks and spasms.
He thrust into your body, groaning with a mix of pleasure and relief as he sinks into you, taking you in with slow but harsh thrusts, pulling out and slamming down, dragging needy sounds from you as your legs wrap tightly around him.
His hunger is finally satiated as he slides into you before setting a punishing pace that has sweat dripping from his scalp and pleasure shooting up his spine faster than he’d like.
He grips your hip, shutting his eyes with an exhale.
„You are mine, only mine“ His voice is rough, words forced out between sharp thrusts and harsh breaths and you squirm against the bruising grip around your neck.
„Yeah“ you hesitate, your hazy brain trying to decipher his tone, but failing “Choke me, just choke me harder” you gasp out, legs starting to quiver with the impending orgasm, feeling the skin beneath your nails split open as your fingers death grips into his shoulders.
„You can’t–get off without a little pain?” He chuckles, but it’s low and twisted  „ –me too“ pushing his hips forward and sinking his length even deeper, feeling the roughness of your pointy manicured nails. There is no denying that sliver of arousal that accompanies the ache – he loves it, he loves you.
He slows his pace down a little as he rubs his hand along your throat, you try to suck in air, but more moans come out instead, but any sounds strain as the hand constricts itself a little tighter, depriving you of air. Bright spots and tears swarm your vision as you fight to keep from passing out.
He pants against your lips, moving his mouth to the hollow between your shoulder and neck and absently nuzzles against the sweat slicked skin there with a contented hum, his hair clings to his forehead.
You begin to come barely a second before him, clinging to him, tightening your legs around Ben, his name dripping from your lips as your cunt clenches around him, and then he can’t hold on for anything.
His movements stagger, growing erratic and with a low groan he pushes himself flush with a sense of finality, coming deep inside you with a residual rock of his hips, multiple pints of hot slimy cum shoot inside her body, riding out your over-stimulated hole with a full body shudder.
You caress his cheek, and Ben finds himself leaning against the touch, his eyes closing momentarily to relish in the feeling. And something about this scenario — so domestic and vulnerable — makes him choke up, disgust curling deep in his gut. He heatedly ignores the longing feeling in his chest.
„Let’s sleep, I am so tired“
„Okay, sweetheart“ You raise an eyebrow at him, as if to see if he is kidding.
„Sweetheart is not better than doll though“
Startled by your comment, his widened eyes meet your neutral gaze.
„Just reminded me why I decided to call you a whore in the first place,“ he angrily spat, managing to keep his expletives inside, but mustered an icy and contemptuous reply that conveyed his feelings all the same.
„You are not the praising type anyways, if you call me sweetheart again in bed, I will just laugh“ You mutter bashfully and bit lightly on your smiling lips.
Ben shakes his head, not in ignorance, but in disagreement.
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  „What time is it?“ Smiling sheepishly, you ask, voice thick with sleep. The pitch-black room makes goosebumps rise on your entire body.
„Does it matter?“ Ben trails his lips up to your ear, tugging gently at your earlobe with his teeth.
You soak up the very essence of his voice. The slow movement of his hand snaking its way up from your back to your waist gives you chills.
„Yeah, I want to sleep more“
Ben pulls you into his frame with the hold on your waist, breath fanning across the back of your neck. You feel the bulge forming against your ass, grinding slowly.
„And I want to fuck you“ A laugh bursts from his throat. A scoff.
„Ben-“ you mumble meekly.
The melody of your weak voice cuts through Ben, familiar burning inside his gut fires up, where he can’t tell if he would like more to kiss you or to slap you.
„I. Will . Fuck . You“ he clips his words, hissing them into your neck. His voice is deep and husky, with a commanding and dominant tone. There is no escape from this.
The dizziness comes next.
He uses that moment to climb over you. He is anything but gentle as he nearly rips your night dress off your body, taking off his own t-shirt as well and stares down at you like an animal stalking its prey. His hair tickles your neck as he lowers his head, tongue licking at the bites, catching any stray drops of blood that he might have missed before pressing your lips together for a kiss, opening his mouth and you get the hint, doing the same and letting your tongues twist around each other.
„Why the fuck do you have a blood kink and why do I like it so much?“ His voice is low, a rumble in his chest.
He has already removed his boxershorts, shaft throbbing and glistening from a large quantity of pre-cum as he starts stroking it, making sure your gaze is there, watching him work himself up.
"Yeah, look at me. Such a good girl " he groans, eyes roaming over your naked chest.
His eyes settle on your face, but noticing movement at the bottom of his vision, his eyes move down your body, and he watches you buckle your hips upwards, silently pleading him to fuck you, wordlessly begging - he is on the brink; he torturously denies his own release and stops.
He lowers himself down atop you. His fingers then press against your wet panties, making you gasp at the sudden contact. His fingers make their way down to your entrance, dipping his fingers deep inside, eliciting a throaty gasp from you. Although, you nearly cry in desperation when he retracts his long finger. You just stare, biting your lip, breathing a deep lustful moan as the tip of his cock presses against your entrance.
You want to hold back your cries and you put a pillow over your face, but Ben is having none of that. He laughs softly as he pulls the pillow away, throwing in on the floor before brushing fingers against your throat „You are a shameless bitch, there is no need to hide “ he whispers sensually, tightening the grip.
It comes as a snarl and you suck in a quick breath as it makes you want to squirm, as you feel yourself throb down below. You are more desperate from him choking you, and your eyes prick with tears as your access to oxygen is restricted.
Without warning, his length thrusts deep inside of you, making you scream in both surprise and delight, the tip of his cock already hitting your cervix, and he hasn’t started fucking you yet. There is nothing sweet and slow about the way he grips both your hip and neck tightly - overwhelmed and long past the point of caring about the bruises he is causing , moans flowing freely from his lips.
He growls, biting at your shoulder „You are mine“
„You can just say that you are jealous“
A corner of his mouth rises a bit at your words. He is physically, mentally, and emotionally not ready to hear that you have figured him out. The gentle friction of your hand on his cheek is enough to strike a match inside him. Ben is unsure which pain is worse - the shock of your words or the ache to deny it.
Your mind blanks, his head dips into your neck, biting the skin slightly. The sudden burst of pain that accompanies him biting into the soft flesh of your neck makes you whimper, and he grips your hip, the other hand wiring in your hair. It hurts and tears prickle in your eyes, but you feel the pain fade slowly. A euphoric feeling replaces the pain, a certain type of indescribable pleasure.
He snaps instead.
He is furious, and ravenous for you. 
He thrust into you deeper, choking you so hard, you fear your neck would snap.
Your knuckles turning white as you grip the hand that is choking you, muscles locking in place.
„How dare you say stuff like that?“ he snaps, heart beating fast. „Nonsense, but what can I expect from a woman“ he adds, his brows furrowed and brooding.
He ducks down and kisses you somehow both soft and rough; The lack of oxygen is starting to cloud your mind – his thrusts grow clumsier, he is swearing even more violently – Ben finally loosens his grip, and your eyes close, breathing deep and uneven.
You are so warm beneath him, full of pushing and pulling and tension and fire – always plucking the vibrating strings of Ben’s mind. Your face is empty of the wild taunting from only a moment before.
Small throaty noises escape you, and he let his hand slips from your throat for a few moments.
But then - anger comes back, maybe too fast.
Your mouth clamps shut, eyes look straight through him as he starts choking you once more. Then your focus brakes due to the lack of air, jaw unclenching, mouth half open - trying to catch some breath. You lose a strangled sob when you feel his cock, thick and full, pounding relentlessly into your body.
The pain as well as the pleasure is intense, tears being to fall from your eyes, but it was nothing compared to the self-loathing he feels from when you mocked him.
He leans down, licking along the tendon in your neck, a smirk appears across his features as he listens to his favorite melody – your agonized whimpers.
He craves this...this release – directly into you. It's infuriating and so fucking hot, and the wash of shame that runs through him doesn't feel all that different from possessiveness anymore.
His eyes are full of language, but what kind of lover is he? With all this love and no words for it?
Ben gasps breathlessly, ejaculating inside of you with a sudden spurt. Normally he lasts much longer than – but then again – this whole situation and feelings are not normal for him – it's something else entirely.
Your eyes lock. You can see his desire, his jealousy, his want.
He is way too rough, aggressive, possessive.
He spaces for a few minutes, just floating in the endorphins before finally pulling out and he half-sprawls atop you, pressing kisses into the hollow of your neck, lazy and warm in the afterglow of his anger.
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bitchyglitterfox · 1 year
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NSFW Alphabet - Steve Rogers
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Warnings: its very very dirty, smut, gender and pronouns not used however highly implied afab reader.
A/N: omg Liv is finally posting something that isn't Moon Knight or Bucky related?? Couldn't be!
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Ooo Steve is so good at aftercare, he will be at the ready with a warm washcloth to clean you in between your thighs, water and snacks because fucking a super soldier can be tiring. Especially since his stamina is pretty high. 
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favorite body part on himself is his muscular thighs. He enjoys how he is able to fuck you so deep by hip thrusting into you. His favorite body part on you is your hands, he loves how soft they are and how they feel in his own calloused ones. 
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
He loves using his finger to hold his cum inside your aching cunt. He also loves watching it drip out. Will also eat his own cum out of your cunt. 
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Has a fantasy of fucking you from behind while Bucky takes your mouth. Has told you about it and youve agreed. Now you both want to talk to Bucky about it. 
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?
He knows exactly what he is doing. This man has being fucking since before he went into the ice so he knows a thing or two for sure
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Loves fucking you from behind while infront of a mirror, being able to see your face as he takes you from behind.  
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
You both started laughing when you had queefed due to Steve pounding into you and causing you to start to laugh so hardy, which in turn caused him to laugh as well. 
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Very well groomed, trimmed. A dirty blond color 
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 
When you both had sex for the first time he made it so romantic. Candles, music, brand new comfy sheets. 
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Oh hoe hoe this man's is so dirty, like he will literally keep your used panties to jerk off with. Had yall just had sex in the last couple of hours and he finds your panties you left? Immediately hard and puts them on his face to fuck into his hand. He may look like America's Sweetheart and he is but he's also hella pervy haha 
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
This man's has a mommy and daddy Kink. That is all 
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
He likes to do it in the training room. The risk of being caught turns him on. Especially if he's fucking you after the both of you have just spared? He loves it, it's almost animalistic how much your sweaty body turns him on. 
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Your natural musk and body scent turns him on to no end. Sometimes after you've trained he will jump your bones(only if you want and aren't too tired). He also loves how domestic you can be with him. When yall move out and get your own place, just the way you act turns him on. You sitting in your corner nook reading a book? Hot af. 
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He  like slapping you in the face with his hands(prefers to use his cock), any bodily fluids except for cum and spit those are all hard nos - examples: scat or urine. 
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) 
He is so amazing giving oral. He is like a man starved, you are the oasis in a desert and he is thirsty for your essence. However when you give him oral? He's gone! You literally suck his soul out of his cock. 
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He's likes it's rough and slow, and however you want it. You want him hard he will fuck you from behind while he holds your arms against your back. 
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Loves quickies, he's pulled you into many a closet in the compound just to fuck your brains out real quick. Wanda has had many questions as to why your blouse was ripped and your hair a mess when you met her for lunch once. 
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Was literally in you balls deep when Bucky came to get him for their usual morning run with Sam. Kept fucking into you slowly making your toes curl and your eyes go into the back of your skull as Bucky was on the other side of the door. Super soldier hearing and smell let Bucky know just what his best friend was doing to his best girl. Bucky wants in. 
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…
This man is a super soldier, he can last for a long while. However if you get tired he will infact stop and will help himself in the bathroom
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?
He loves those remote control toys. Like he will use them on you while you're out with the rest of the gang on an outing. He'll use it on you. When it's just you and him in the bedroom he will get a vibrating cock ring and use it.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
This man will edge the fuck out of you. Will tease you until you have tears falling down your cheeks. He will make it worth in the end as described in previous parts. 
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He gets loud. So loud infact that it made Tony sound proof everyone's bedrooms just so they could all get a good night's sleep and not have the image of Steve pounding you into the mattress. 
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Won't admit to it but has jacked off to the thought of Bucky fucking you while he watches. 
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
BIG. DICK. ENERGY. and it's correct. This man is thick, and long but not to long, just above average. He hits all the right places when he's fucking into you. He fills you up so nicely. 
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
The last time this man's fucked was back in the 1940s, his sex drive is so high especially when it comes to you! Get it baby 
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 
He will literally wait until you have fallen asleep before he even thinks about sleeping himself. He's a gentleman like that. 
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Thanks to @gay-jewish-bucky all I've been thinking about is Bucky with long curly hair
Bucky buying shit ton of hair product when he gets started, to see which one suits his hair best. But steve has to smell them all first so that bucky doesn't get triggered cus of certain smells
Bucky waking up unusually early one day a week even before steve wakes up for his run, so that he can do his weekly hair care routine
Steve is shocked af when he sees Bucky up at like 5am and is just like "buck????? Are you okay???" And Bucky is just like "yeah steve, being this hot with amazing hair takes effort smh"
But then steve starts getting excited for when bucky will be up early with him and enjoy some peace together before his run
Bucky buying shit ton of satin bedsheets and pillow covers, buying micro fiber towels which btw steve is not allowed to touch in any case whatsoever
Using bright colored silk scrunchies cus those are the best for his hair and makes his hair look so much more pretty
Also. Scrunchies everywhere. In any given room at any given time you will find atleast 3 scrunchies (or is it just me who is dumb like this?)
bucky letting his hair down with all the curls looking perfect and steve is just sitting there speechless drooling all over with his jaw on the floor.
bucky trying different kinds of braids on his long ass hair and putting FLOWERS in them and LOOKING SO PRETTYYYYYY
In the bathroom Steve's side has like a couple self care items and bucky needs a whole new shelve to hold all the stuff he has for his hair
steve being extremely proud of the progress bucky has made in self care and the way he looks at himself
Bucky just taking care of himself and getting some much deserved self love cus if there is anyone who needs that its him.
i can just go on about this for so long omg
I LOVE THEM.
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buckysforeverprincess · 9 months
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Selfie
Sooo… haven’t done this writing thing in a while and seeing the new Seb content, this just popped in my head. It’s not much, just a drabble and probably no good, but it’s a start. Please don’t hate me 🙈
Warnings: Cussing and sexual innuendo. Minors DNI.
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Bucky: My stylist thinks this is a good look. Thoughts?!
You stare at the message and selfie of your incredibly hot af boyfriend and actor, the thoughts he’s asking for are nowhere near pure. It’s plain and simple, and oh fuck! The women of the world are gonna weep. Many vibrators will need new batteries tonight!
Text: Daddy? Sir? God?
Those were the best words to let him know what you were thinking, because damn! Daddy with the long hair is back with a vengeance!
Bucky: So, fuckable?
Oh, he wasn't just fuckable. No, no. He was fucking delectable! Gourmet cut with a side of ‘please let me be your submissive.’
Text: Please, sir, can I have some more? *British accent required*
Bucky: 🤣🤣 Message received, Oliver Twist. Rain check on the fuckable?
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justarandomgirly · 2 years
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He kicked all of their asses
I want Beefy Bucky to beat me. I'll pay him.
Idk why. But the fact noone beat him and that its that boy from CA 2011...is hot AF.
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