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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Impure III

Again. This is a standalone. Just impure fuckery that I want to put out into the world. This is so forbidden and messed up I’m sick with myself.

“Don’t you look pretty” He stood but the doorway of your dressing room, his dark chestnut hair combed back, beard trimmed, wearing a blue navy suit. His eyes raked you up and down while you finished off your makeup.

“Thank you” You felt your face heat up, fixing your veil and brushing off the front of your dress, your body buzzing with anticipation. In just a few moments, he’d walk you down the aisle to the man you were going to marry. You blinked at him with doe eyes as he closed the door and clicked the lock, striding over to you, blue eyes locked with yours.

“Are you ready princess?” He whispered, letting the rough pad of his thumb trace over your cheek, glancing at your soft lips while you kept your eyes down, unable to meet his intense gaze. You could feel butterflies in your tummy but they weren’t for your soon to be husband. They weren’t from excitement on your special day. They were for-

“Such a pretty little angel in white” Bucky cooed, letting his hands drop to your waist, pushing you against your vanity, lifting you and placing you on top of the table. Your heart started beating out of your chest as he slotted himself between your legs, rubbing your thighs through the soft silk material of your wedding dress. You whimpered as he tugged the top of the dress down to expose your lace covered breasts, dipping down to take your nipple in his mouth, wetting the fabric.

“Wearing what I bought for you, hm? You think your husband deserves to see you in this?” There was a growl in his voice as he bunched your skirt up to your waist, his cock twitching looking at the garter that clung onto your thigh and your barely covered cunt. He tugged at the white lace, groaning at the arousal that soaked your panties, pulling them off and slipping them into his pocket. He didn’t waste any time unbuttoning his pants and tugging his cock out, spreading your legs and hooking them around his waist, bringing his weeping tip to your fluttering entrance.

“Look at my princess, spreading her legs for her stepdaddy on her wedding day” Bucky groaned, pushing his cock in, not giving you any adjustment time as he started to thrust into you like an animal.

“D-Daddy!” You cried out, biting down onto his shoulder to keep your screams low as he started to plow into you, the vanity mirror shaking and thudding against the wall. Your white heels dug into his ass as you clung onto him for dear life, taking every bit of pleasure he was fucking into you. Bucky pulled off the tie off his neck, stuffing it into your mouth, growling as he brought your leg up over his shoulder, shoving his cock in and out of you as deep as possible.

“Quiet you whore, you don’t want your mother to see you like this do you? You want your husband to hear you? He doesn’t know about our play time does he? How you take care of your needy tingles with your stepdads cock” You sobbed in pleasure, your muffled moans drowned out by the sound of Bucky’s grunts, practically snarling against your neck, fucking you like he was in heat.

“Does he know? How his future wife gets off on fucking her mothers new huaband? How filthy she is, slobbering over her stepdaddy’s cock each night?”

“Open” Bucky ripped the tie out of your mouth and squeezed your cheeks together, forcing your jaw open, smirking a the way you stuck your tongue out for him. He spat in your mouth, groaning when you swallowed, “Good girl, my dirty little girl” He snaked his hand down to your sensitive bundle of nerves, tracing soft circles over it make your pussy clench and gush.

“My favorite thing to play with” He let out a dark chuckle at the way your body jolted as soon as he started to rub your clit, your moans growing higher, turning into whined and whimpers whenever you were close.

“Daddy I-I’m-” You shuddered, trying hard to keep it together, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as he slammed into you while playing with your bud.

“Tell me sweetheart, are you gonna play with your princess parts after your married? You gonna wait for your husband to leave for work so you can rub your little pearl and think of me? hm?” Your jaw was slack, silent screams rasping from your lips as your eyes rolled back, your arousal squirting out of you as you started to cum. “Remember when I first caught you princess, caught you humping my pillow like a filthy dirty little whore, getting your sweet cream all over the place? Remember when daddy licked you clean afterwards?”

Your mind was reeling, thinking back to when Bucky had caught you touching yourself, the way he’d practically held you upside down so he could devour your pussy, sucking and drinking your nectar until you screamed so loud you could have sworn the neighbors heard.

“You gonna run home to daddy so he can take care of that tingly achy feeling between you legs because he can’t satisfy you?” Bucky snarled against your neck, a wave of jealously pumping through his body at the thought of you having another man inside you, at the thought of your soft needy moans for someone else. “He’ll never be me, you know that right baby? Daddys the only one who can make his angel cum”

“FUCK DADDY” You could feel a second orgasm lick up your spine, gagging as soon Bucky shoved his fingers into your mouth to shut you up.

“Shhh, keep it down sweets, don’t want him to hear how much of a dirty little whore you are. He think’s he’s marrying a virgin, he doesn’t know I’ve stretched and ruined your pussy, stuffed my cock in all your holes. Take it princess, take your stepdaddys cream” Bucky groaned, his hips stilling as he pumped you full of his cum, smirking in satisfaction knowing you’d be walking down the aisle with his cum dripping down your legs.

He pulled out of you, helping you off the dresser, giving you a moment to retouch your make up and fix your dress. He yanked your hand away as you went to grab a tissue to clean yourself, shaking his head while you whimpered at the stick mess that soaked your legs.

“If he’s so lucky to get a taste of your pussy to night, he’ll get to taste the man you really belong to, too” Bucky whispered in your ear, nipping your neck as he linked your arm in his, ready to walk you down the aisle.

You stood on shaky legs, letting Bucky take your hand, placing it in your fiancés, a dark expression on his face as he took a step back to let the wedding proceedings begin.

“Take care of her” Bucky nodded to your soon to be husband, the possessive hand squeezing at your waist letting you know this wouldn’t be the last time he had you.

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graciegoeskrazy · 7 months

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jump then fall

Sebastian Stan x StepDaughter!Teen!reader

wc: shmall/776

summary: y/n comes home drunk but Sebastian is there to make sure she’s okay.

warnings: alcohol, step parents(???), one mention of teen pregnancy, lemme know what i missed plz.

a/n: hiiii wrote this last night. thought it was cute. this is unedited so sorry in advance. will i fix it? no prob not.

You got your friend to drive you back from the party. You made her turn the headlights off and drop you off a couple of houses down from your home. “Holy Shit!”

“”Language, young lady.”

“”What are you doing up?” You said, trying not to slur your words. It was no use though.

“Waiting for you.” Sebastian said, leaning against the door frame. He hadn’t married your mom yet but he moved in with you and your mom. Over time the relationship between you two grew very deep. It was evident he cared for you. Not growing up with a father figure, you weren’t sure how this was gonna go, but you were thankful for Sebastian being there whenever you needed him to be. He was more than willing to step up.

“You don’t have to do that.” Trying to act nonchalant.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Make sure you’re not drunk.”

“Well, no need to worry because I am nethier of those things.” You proceeded to give a weak thumbs up. Sebastian walked over to you after a second. Arms crossed. “How many drink did you have?”

You sighed and looked down, defeated in your drunken state. “like 5.”

“Y/n!”

“But, I was very responsible! We had a designated driver. We did nothing but talk at Sophie’s house. We even gave each other emergency contacts! I gave them your number just in case!” His heart secretly swelled.

“Please, whatever you do, please don’t tell mom?”

He sighed and paused for a bit. But finally released a simple “Ok.”

You were shocked. You didn’t think he would let you off this easily.

“What? Ok?”

“Listen, She’s gonna find out. You think she’s an idiot? And even then she’s not gonna be upset. She’s been in your shoes before. We both have! Your mom knows what it’s like to be a teenager and have fun. She got pregnant with you as a teen for Christ's sake!”

“I don’t intend on doing that.” You said slurring.

“That might get you in a little more trouble.”

You hid your head in your hands, both out of embarrassment and out of pain with your oncoming migraine.

“So you’re not mad?”

“No. Of course not. I just wanted to make sure you’re ok and not too drunk.”

“Well i’m ok and super drunk.” you said almost falling in his arms before he caught you.

“Ok we need to get you to bed.”

“But im not tiiiired!”

“Yes, you are.”

“Ok, I’m very tired.”

Sebastian led you to your room. You immediately flopped on your bed with a grunt. Sebastian chuckled to himself as he walked over to your closet to find some pjs for you to wear. He found a set and threw it on your bed. “Get changed into this, I'll be right back.” You just moaned and layed still for a good minute before getting a spruce of energy and sitting up to change. You took of your layers of jewelry and put them in your side table before you heard a knock. “Enter.” You said, as you flopped back down on your bed. Sebastian laughed as he sat down beside you. “Come here.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you up. You just grumbled which only made him smile more. He had a makeup wipe and proceeded to wipe away the dried mascara and and anything else that was left after the drunken night. Once he let go of your arm, you fell back down on the bed again. He smiled. “Goodnight, y/n.”

“WAIT!”

He turned around. Your eyes were half open as you managed to get yourself under the covers. “You have to tuck me in.” You said matter of factly. “Ah of course.” He returned to your bed and sat beside you, helping to move the covers up. You talked as he tucked you in.

“Sebastian?”

“Hm?”

“Am I gonna be hurt tomorrow?”

“Hurt? Well maybe, but it’s nothing time and some advil can’t help.”

“Sebastian?”

“Yes sweetie.”

“I’m never gonna drink again.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. Drinking is for disgusting people.”

“But I drink does that mean i’m disgusting?”

“Eh…you get a pass.”

“Thank you.”

He plugged in your phone, turned the light off, and gave you your final tucks.

“Sebastian?”

“Hm?”

“Can you stay?” You looked at him with longing eyes. He climbed into bed without another word. He turned on some random disney movie for background noise. After a while, your head fell on his chest and your breathing slowed. He kissed the top of your head.

“I love you baby.”

You snuggled deeper. “I love you too dad”

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍 (ma poupée)

valentine's day masterlist - daddy's babydoll and his friend's sweetie

summary - your stepdad bucky buys you something special for valentine's day.

the gif and headers aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Bucky walked through the front door, he had to lie and tell you he’d be late home as he had a lot of work to do, but he mostly was getting your present ready. He had known you wanted this very expensive handmade doll that came with different clothes and accessories for a long time, so Bucky had bought it for you, patiently waiting for it to be shipped out. He smiled at the sound of your little feet running through the house and toward him.

“Daddy!” Bucky carefully places the gift bag down, opening his arms as you jump and wrap your legs around him, smothering him with kisses. “I missed you! I thought you had to work?!” You pull back and pout, looking at him with large innocent eyes.

“I missed you too, Doll.” He pecks your forehead, holding you tightly against him. “I lied. I didn’t have work… But! I got you a present instead!” Bucky smiles.

You look at him with wide eyes, “Really?!” He nods, and you jump down, finally noticing the large gift bag. “What is it?” Your head tilts, feeling excited.

Bucky leans down, grabbing the bag before he hands it to you. “Why don’t you open it, Doll.” He chuckles as you hold it and place it on the table nearby. You slowly open the bag and gasp, jumping in excitement.

“You got me the doll! Oh my god!” You pull it out and hug it to your chest, hugging it tightly as you look inside and see all the accessories and clothes. “It’s so cute! Thank you, Daddy!” You run back over and hug him, pressing more kisses into his face and onto his lips, giggling with excitement. Bucky holds you close and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m glad you like it, Doll. I’m happy to spoil you with anything you want. I hope you know that.” You nod, snuggling into him, feeling your heart explode with warmth and love.

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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Day 24 — Breeding Kink

Pairing || Stepdad!Bucky x Stepdaughter!Reader

Word Count || Around 600

Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, dub-con, explicit content/language, pet names, major age-gap (reader is early/mid 20’s, Bucky is early/mid 40’s), unprotected vaginal sex, breeding kink, daddy/stepdaddy kink, rough fucking, being used, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Kinktober Masterlist

You bounced up and down on your stepdad's cock while his hips jerked upwards to meet your movements, his thick girth splitting your dripping and quivering cunt in half. The lewd smacks of your ass hitting his pelvis and the squelching sounds of your wet pussy echoed throughout the living room as he took you raw and dirty on the sofa.

You supported your trembling and weak body by gripping his thighs hard, digging your nails into the skin, while his hands palmed and held your bouncing breasts, toying with your nipples between his fingers.

Each time he sheathed his whole cock between your walls, his bulbous head nudged and teased your sweet spot, edging you towards your release with each rough movement.

He uttered nothing but vile profanities in his deep and raspy voice, making your clit tingle and pussy flutter at the roughness of his words and actions.

“You're so good for your daddy, baby girl. Such a good tiny pussy that I get to fuck and abuse every day. My little fucktoy I get to use and stuff whenever I want.”

“P-please, daddy,” you mewled, “come inside me,” you begged in a whine.

“Yeah? You want me to come inside your pretty little cunt, angel? Want me to put a baby in you? To make your breasts full and plump?” He groaned as he squeezed them harder, making you moan at the painful sensation. “Make you swell up?” He grunted as he ran his palm down your stomach, caressing the skin in a soft motion. “You want to make me a real daddy?

“Yes, daddy, please,” you sobbed loudly like the little cock mess you were for him. Nothing on your brain other than wanting his warm cum to fill you up.

“Play with that pretty little clit for your stepdaddy, baby girl. I want to feel your pussy squeeze and grip my cock as I pump you full of my cum.”

Bringing your fingers to where he and you were connected, you circled your aching and deprived nub, the added stimulation making you jolt in his lap and shudder in bliss.

It didn't take long before you fell apart on his cock, sobbing as you exploded around him and making a mess all over yourself and him. Nothing but whines and begs left you for him to fill your needy and empty little pussy up with his sticky and warm cum. Your walls were practically begging for it as they squeezed and milked his length.

“Daddy, please, I want your cum.”

With deep and heavy grunts, he coated your insides with his warm and sticky seed, filling up your womb with everything he had to offer as he continued to mutter his profanities about what a good little girl you were for taking all of him.

“Good girl for taking all of me in that tiny little hole, angel. Letting me fill you up and make you swell,” he groaned as he continued to thrust up into your tightness.

Once you were thoroughly fucked and filled, he stilled deep inside you, ensuring that none of his cum could escape your used pussy. You rest your back against his torso, panting heavily while he cradled your weak and trembling body, kissing your temple and caressing your lower stomach.

“Rest up, sweetheart, and then we're going again. I need to pump and stuff your cunt with my cum all fucking day until I'm sure you'll be round and beautiful for me.”

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jessybarnes · 1 year

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Patience

Title: Patience

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2,934

Tags: SMUT, angst, fluff, cockwarming, submissive Bucky, handcuffs, drinking, flirting, pet names, maybe slight degradation if you squint, slight dom/sub, masturbation, fingering (female receiving), clit play, permission to cum, edging, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, begging, crying, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Written For: @buckybarnesbingo, @sebastianstanbingo, and @anyfandomangstbingo

Square(s) Filled: Y1 - Kink: Cockwarming for Bucky Barnes Bingo // G5 - Submissive!Bucky Barnes for Sebastian Stan Bingo // G2 - Handcuffs for Any Fandom Angst Bingo

Dedicated To: @buckyalpine - I love you, bby ❤️ I really hope you like this 🥺 It's a thank you for all of the amazing content you've put out for us.

Beta(s): Just Grammarly

A/N: I'm so sorry this is bad... I've been so busy these last couple of weeks with Thanksgiving and yesterday was my stepdaughter's birthday and today is my daughter's so I've had basically no time to write. I really hope this isn't terrible, but I'm so sorry if it is. Also, have I already used the below GIF before for one of my fics? Yes. Am I using it again? Yes. Will I probably use it for a future fic? Also, yes. 🤷🏽‍♀️

You sip your drink as you watch Bucky from the bar. Currently, he's smiling at something Steve said, his flesh hand patting the blonde super soldier on the back while his metal one holds his glass of Asgardian mead.

You're not one for parties, but you know it means a lot to Bucky that you're here with him. He's finally rid of the Winter Soldier, the assassin side of him that he's battled to overcome for years, and in true Stark fashion, he threw your boyfriend a party.

It feels like everyone Tony has ever talked to is here, and crowds make you anxious, so the bar is where you'll be until Bucky's ready to go.

Natasha refills your glass and smiles at you warmly, "he's come a long way."

You swirl the amber liquid around a bit before taking a healthy drink.

"He has. I'm so grateful to Wakanda and the Dora Milaje for helping him. It took a while, but we're finally here."

She nods and pours herself a shot, "it's been a long time coming."

"Speaking of coming, I feel like everyone and their mother came to this thing. I don't even know half the people here..."

Nat snorts, "it's Tony, what did you expect?"

"Touché."

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you and you feel yourself starting to unwind.

Finally.

You finish your second drink and motion for Natasha to refill it again. She sets the bottle down and glances over your shoulder shaking her head.

"Looks like one of the secretaries has taken a liking to Barnes."

Well, so much for being able to relax.

You turn in your seat and watch as a pretty blonde touches his arm softly, batting her eyes at him like a giddy schoolgirl.

Bucky doesn't reciprocate, but he doesn't shoo her away either. He looks up at you momentarily and bites his lip before smiling at the girl in front of him. You know he's not really interested in her. He'd never cheat on you. It still doesn't change the fact that he's deliberately flirting with her in front of you though.

Your fingernail taps on the side of your glass as you grow more and more irritated. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and trails her index finger down the front of his shirt.

You grip the glass so hard that your knuckles turn white.

"I'll pay you later, Natasha," you down the rest of your whiskey and slam the glass down on the bar top. "Right now I've got something to take care of."

You push through the crowd and tap the blonde on her shoulder. She whips around and gives you a pointed look, "can I help you?"

"Yeah," you raise an eyebrow, "you can help me by stopping yourself from eye fucking my boyfriend."

Her eyes go wide as she looks from you to Bucky. He shrugs and she huffs before walking away.

You glare up at him and he takes your hand, "oh, come on doll. I was just teasing you."

"Don't doll me, James. You know I don't like seeing you giving someone else that kind of attention."

His free hand wraps around your waist and pulls you into him, "come on, baby. Don't be like that."

Steve chuckles, "I don't know, man. That girl was looking at you like you put the stars in the sky, and it's not like you pushed her away when she touched your chest."

"Who's side are you on, pal?" Bucky narrows his eyes at his best friend.

You've had enough. This party, that girl, Bucky's attitude, all of it, and it stirs a possessiveness inside of you that you haven't felt in a long time.

"It's time to go."

Bucky's eyes go wide, "go? But the party just star-"

"I said it's time to go."

Steve whistles as you drag Bucky toward the elevators, "good luck!"

Once you get him back to your shared bedroom, you shut and flick the lock.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., please tell anyone who comes to our door that we aren't taking visitors."

"Yes, Miss Y/L/N."

Bucky leans against the wall and looks down at you softly, "I swear I didn't mean to upset-"

"Well, you did. Take your clothes off and lay on the bed."

"Y/N, please just let me properly apologize to you."

Your hands move to your hips and you give him a stern look. To anyone who isn't familiar with your relationship, it would be quite comical seeing your tall, muscular, super-soldier boyfriend being so submissive to you. You know he needs this though, to be able to let go and give himself completely to someone he knows won't hurt him. And who are you to deny him that? Especially since you love the rush of taking control sometimes.

"Don't make me ask you again, James."

Bucky bites his lip as he stands up straight. He pulls the red henley he's wearing over his head, and you watch the movement of his well-defined muscles with hooded eyes. He undoes the button on his jeans and slides them and his boxers down to his ankles before stepping out of them.

"I really am sorry, baby"

"I know you are." You gesture behind him, "I've changed my mind. Sit with your back against the headboard."

He turns to walk over to the bed and you groan at the unimpeded view of his ass. Fucking hell, he's perfect.

He settles on the comforter and looks at you with curious, blue eyes. You don't say anything to him as you walk into the closet. Moments later you return with two pairs of silver handcuffs dangling from your fingertips and you watch his cock twitch in interest.

"Y/N, I don't see how this is a punishment," he drawls.

You smirk and cuff each of his hands to the small metal hoops that jut out from the side of the headboard. These were no ordinary handcuffs either, they were made with raw vibrainium which means he can't get out of them easily.

"Trust me," you step back and reach behind you to pull the zipper on the back of your dress, "you'll see."

Bucky watches as the little black dress falls to the floor and pools around your feet, his eyes darkening with want.

"God, you're so damn gorgeous, baby."

You smirk, "and it's too bad you won't get to touch me." You smooth your hands over your soft skin, your fingertips barely catching your nipples making you gasp. "I was really looking forward to those big, strong hands all over me, Buck."

He groans and watches you take off your bra and panties, "come on, pretty girl. Please let me touch you...please?"

You climb on the bed and straddle his chest, his cock beginning to leak in anticipation of your touch. You ignore the urge to and slide two of your fingers between your soaked folds instead.

"Mmm, you should have thought of that before ... fuck ... before you flirted with that secretary.

He watches you circle your clit slowly, his eyes nearly black now as he tugs harder at the cuffs.

"Baby... fuck, baby please!"

"Shit, I'm so wet for you, Bucky...feels so good..."

You bring your glistening fingers to your lips and close your mouth around them, licking them clean of your arousal. Bucky whines and raises his hips in frustration.

"Let me have a taste, please baby? Please! I'm so sorry for even looking at her... God, please...need you so bad..."

You tilt your head to the side and look down at him. His eyes are desperate and you almost give in and undo the handcuffs.

Almost.

"Aww, do you need a taste? Do you want me to sit on your face, baby boy?"

Your tone is teetering the line of sincere and condescending, and it makes another bead of precum spill from the head of his cock. Your words alone are making him fall apart. You've never been this dominant with him and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it.

"...please."

It's merely a whisper, but you hear him nonetheless and decide to take a little mercy on him.

"Lay on your back for me, baby."

Bucky scoots down, his arms suspended slightly upward and out to the side as he lays flat. You move so your legs are on either side of his head and hover your dripping pussy over his lips.

"Since you love using that pretty mouth to tease and flirt so much, why don't you put it to good use and make me cum. Maybe if you do a good job I'll let you fuck me."

Bucky licks his lips, "I'll make you feel real good, doll. Please... just please let me taste you..."

You lower yourself down to his mouth and he immediately begins ravishing you. His tongue skillfully slides between your folds, alternating from your hole to your clit making you moan.

He's always been so good at this. Taking you apart over and over again until you're a shaking, quivering mess. But this? The way he's delving his tongue into your dripping cunt, devouring you as if he needs you to survive, it's another side of him you've never seen before and it's one of the hottest things you've ever experienced with him.

"Fuck... yeah, baby just like that."

Bucky groans and moves back to your clit, sucking it and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. His untouched cock is leaking profusely now. He's determined, desperate to feel you cum, desperate to make you fall over the edge and taste you.

It isn't long until the familiar coil begins to ignite and your legs start to shake from the amount of pleasure your boyfriend is bringing you. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling it as your hips rock against his mouth.

"Oh, Bucky! Don't stop, baby! Don't you fucking stop... oh, my god...fuck, you're gonna make me cum!"

He moves his tongue faster, tugging at the cuffs and wishing he could grip your luscious thighs.

Your eyes flutter closed and you throw your head back as your orgasm shoots through you like a bolt of lightning. Bucky doesn't stop, and you let him work you through your high until it becomes too much. Finally, you climb off of him and lay on the bed at his side, moving your fingertips up and down his thigh slowly while he breathes heavily.

"Did such a good job for me, baby. You made me cum so hard."

Bucky turns to look at you, "does that mean I can fuck you now?"

You bite your lip and just barely graze his thick shaft.

"Oh, sweetheart, you didn't think it would be this easy, did you? You thought giving me one orgasm would warrant forgiveness for deliberately flirting with someone else in front of me?"

Bucky gasps and whines from your touch, his cock twitching in need.

"Doll, p-please...," his eyes shine with tears and his fists clench and unclench, "I'll never do it again, I promise! Please I...I need you so bad...so bad, baby..."

You kiss his lips and shush him, before carefully straddling his hips. His eyes are wide and needy as he looks up at you, and your heart thuds hard against your ribcage. He's so fucking beautiful like this. All spread out for you. Needy and begging for your touch.

Bucky is so good at being in control when you need him to, but at times like this, he's the prettiest submissive you've ever seen.

"Sit back up for me, honey. I'm going to give you a reward, okay?"

He nods and scoots back up so his back is against the headboard again. He watches as you rise on your knees and reach behind you. His eyes roll back into his head as you wrap your fingers around his cock, and you immediately pull them away.

"Ah, ah, ah...keep those eyes on me, baby."

Bucky nods and you curl your fingers around him again before lining him up with your entrance. You're so wet that you don't even need him to prep you.

Ever so slowly, you sink down on his thick, hard cock. Bucky's so worked up that you can feel him throbbing as you take him to the hilt.

"You're so fucking big, baby. Mmm, you fill me up so well. Does this feel good, sweetheart?"

He shudders and resists the urge to raise his hips so he'll go deeper, "so good...feels so good."

"Is this what you wanted, honey?"

Bucky swallows thickly and lets out a shaky breath.

"Wanna...wanna feel you ride me. Please...please just wanna cum for you."

You cradle his face in your hand and brush the pad of your thumb over his stubble, "only good boys get what they ask for, baby. Besides, I love feeling you just like this. So deep inside me, the head of your pretty cock kissing my cervix, you make me feel so full."

Bucky whimpers and you lean forward to kiss him again, your mouth moving against his slow and sweet.

He kisses you fiercely and you reciprocate with just as much fervor. Bucky could stay like this forever, just drowning in the way you feel around him, in your touch, and your taste.

You pull away and smooth your thumb over his bottom lip, "if I uncuff one of your hands, are you going to be good for me?"

The thought of being able to touch you makes his eyes fill with tears as he nods enthusiastically.

"If you can be a good boy for me I'll ride you, baby."

You reach for the handcuff keys on the bedside table and uncuff his metal hand.

"Rub my clit, baby boy. Make me cum around your cock."

Bucky reaches down to where the two of you are joined and touches the cool metal of his thumb to your bundle of nerves. You gasp at the contrast of temperatures as he begins making tight circles.

"Fuck, Bucky..."

You rock your hips slightly back and forth, cupping your breasts as hot sparks of arousal shoot through you. A low rumble sounds in Bucky’s chest when he feels you clench around his cock, and he has to force himself not to cum.

"God, baby...can feel you squeezing me. Wanna watch you come undone with my cock buried inside of you. Please, princess? Please come for me..."

The way he's begging for you, the feeling of the smooth metal of his gold and black thumb moving over your clit, and how fucking good it feels to have his thick cock stretch you open sends you falling over the edge for a second time. His name tumbles past your lips over and over and spots dance in your vision as you cum hard for him.

You're both panting when you finally open your eyes again. Bucky's shaking, his eyes are still wide and shining as he silently begs for release and you finally, finally give in to him and plant your palms on his chest.

"You've been such a good boy for me, honey. I'm gonna ride this beautiful cock and I want you to tell me how good it feels, but you can't close your eyes. I want you to look at me when you cum."

You know he's not going to last long. Not when you've worked him up this much, so you don't bother starting slow. You move up and down at a steady pace, listening to his needy, desperate moans.

His metal hand grips your hip and helps to guide you as you start to go faster, and you can feel how close he is, his cock throbbing inside of you as his lips part in a silent scream.

"Oh, my god, babydoll... feels so good... m'so close! Gonna cum so hard for you, pretty girl. Please! Please am I allowed to cum? Can't hold it anymore...s'too much...feels too good... please ... please!"

You brush away his tears and lean down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.

"Fill me up, baby boy. Come on, let go for me. Show me, sweetheart."

Bucky slams you down on his cock and holds you in place as he groans loudly into your neck. His orgasm crashing into him like a tsunami as he nearly sobs in ecstasy.

You pepper kisses all over his face and shush him as he shakes in your arms, sweet nothings falling from your lips as he comes down from his high. Eventually, you move to get up, but he whines and pulls you closer to him.

"I need to uncuff your other hand, honey."

"But I wanna stay inside you...please? Just wanna feel close to you."

Your eyes soften and you free his flesh hand, rubbing his wrist gently.

"We can stay like this as long as you need to, Buck. I'm not going anywhere."

He moves so you're both on your sides and slides his softening cock back inside of you gently. He sighs happily and buries his face in your neck.

"Love you, princess... love you so much," he whispers sleepily.

You kiss his forehead and rub his back tenderly, "I love you too, baby. Close those pretty eyes and sleep for me, okay? I'll be here when you wake up."

It isn't long until you feel his breathing even out, and you continue to hold him close as sleep begins to take you too.

You're happy and safe inside the embrace of the love of your life.

You're home.

Tagging: @buckyalpine @madashatters18 @sarahrogersevans @chrisevansdaughter @nerdygingermoose88 @brandyywar

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sweeterthanthis · 2 years

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Shades Of Cool

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x 18+F!Reader

Summary: What's a girl to do when she's on vacation with Daddy? Make the absolute most of every intimate moment, of course. Even if she has to play dirty to get it.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, forced intoxication (not main pairing), teasing, infidelity, stepdad/stepdaughter/stepcest, daddy kink, grinding, vaginal sex, pool sex, semi-public sex, fluff, Bucky's dirty mouth. 18+.

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: I missed them so I wrote a little 'cut scene' to help with my yearning while I figure out how to finish the next official part of the series. This is...a little softer than we're used to. Thank you so much to @dreamlessinparis for kicking me across the finish line with this and for all the encouragement.

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Bucky Barnes didn’t vacation much, if at all, when he was a child. As he rests back against the sunlounger, the Caribbean sun beating down against his bare torso, he struggles to remember why he’s grown to hate this faux family lifestyle so much.

Afterall, there are worse positions to find yourself in aren't there? His thoughts are all but confirmed as you slink across the patio towards him with another rum punch in hand, his eyes fixed on your hips as they sway. The purple string bikini does very little to maintain your modesty, not that you have any issue with that.

Bucky hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off you all afternoon, which is precisely why you’ve been plying your mother with cocktails double the strength of your own.

Alone time with your stepfather has been precious and rare so far this week, and you aren't going to wait any longer to make some summer memories of your own.

With your mother out for the count on the daybed, her drunken snores filling the salty, ocean air, you set yourself down on the edge of Bucky’s sunlounger and take a sip of your drink.

“I don’t even know why you’re with her,” you exclaim, eyes on him as he keeps his head forward, his sunglasses shielding his gaze from yours. He might be pretending to look out over the ocean, but you know he’s looking at you. You tilt your chin towards your mother, her limbs splayed out around her and her sunhat resting over her face. He doesn’t answer you, so you shuffle a little closer. “You don’t have to pretend. It’s not like she can hear you.”

“Yeah, that might have something to do with the double strength cocktails you’ve been pouring down her throat all afternoon.” There’s a hint of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. If you’d blinked you might’ve missed it. He lifts his glass to his mouth, taking a sip and tilting his head slightly to the side while the alcohol marinates on his tongue, and then swallows. “That how desperate you are to get me all to yourself?”

“Worked, didn’t it?” you retort, not missing a beat. His fingertips dance up your thigh, and you reach out to lift his glasses off his face to get a look at those eyes. You always did think they resembled the colour of the ocean, and now you’d had the chance to compare, your romantic metaphor was all but confirmed for you.

Bucky sits forward, setting his drink down on the stone pillar next to him. His index finger dips beneath the flimsy string tied around your waist, and you fight back a shudder as it threatens to roll through you. “Do you like the bikini’s I packed, Daddy?”

“Princess,” he warns in, that tone your gut recognises before your brain does. Teasing him is one of your favourite things to do, precisely because it garners a reaction like this. You readjust your top, pulling the little triangles away from your sun soaked skin and letting them snap back into place against your hardening nipples. “Know you like showin’ off. Can’t blame me for admiring the view. Especially when it’s as good as this,” he trails off, his knuckles grazing your clavicle as he moves to cup your throat; eyes darting to your lips.

“If you wanna kiss, Daddy, all you gotta do is..” you goad him, tilting your chin just enough to capture the pad of his thumb between your teeth. Your lips suckle at his skin, cool from the condensation of the cocktail glass he’s been holding. You grin as you release his digit, watching as his lips move to part and diving in to press your own against them - playful and swift. “Catch me.”

His fingertips skim your butt as you bolt up from the sunlounger, your bare feet thumping against the sun-hot tiles beneath them. You toss him a grin over your shoulder as you leap into the swimming pool, your body submerged in cool bliss. You swim beneath the surface, arms gliding through the water towards a small tunnel that leads to a hidden grotto. You’d been watching your mother joke all week about getting her husband alone in there, and you were more than happy to take her place.

“Gotcha,” you smirk to yourself when you hear a splash echoing off the stone walls surrounding you. You perch yourself up on the edge of the small pool, one leg crossed over the other as you lean back on your palms; arching your back into a soft curve while you await his arrival. The fact that you’ve even managed to lure his arrogant ass to chase after you is a boost to your ego. “Tick tock, old man!”

You giggle to yourself when you hear his deep mumbling from outside, the ripples from his body wading through the water to get to you growing more prominent by the second. Your amusement fades to lust when he appears, waist deep in water, droplets trickling down his sun kissed chest, making their way down over his abs and soaking into the waistband of his swim shorts.

“Almost got me,” you tease, kicking your foot back and forth in the water. His large palm grips your ankle, holding it firm as he stalks towards you, your legs parting to accommodate him. “That’s better.”

A gasp leaves your throat when his hand moves swiftly to grip the back of your neck, squeezing possessively as you tilt your head back invitingly. Your heels dig into the small of his back, tugging him closer, his firm chest pressed against your torso. You suck in a breath through your nostrils, inhaling the fresh scent of him.

“Caught you,” he breathes, the tip of his nose a hair's breadth from your own. “You gonna give me that kiss?”

The control you feel is a rarity, and it has your gut surging with courage and sass. “Take it.”

He kisses you instantly, all open mouths and tongues as his hands move over your body. They settle at your waist, his deft fingers pulling at the string bows of your bottoms, tugging them taut and humming against your mouth as the material falls into the water.

"Someone's a little eager," you smile, nipping at his top lip with your teeth and rolling your hips, your clit nudging against the bulge that resides within his shorts. You push him away, reaching for his hand and guiding him to the built in seat at the edge of the small pool. "Every night we've been here, I've fucked myself thinking about you."

"I know. You sent me the videos to prove it, remember?" You climb atop his lap, knees digging into smooth stone and the water lapping just below your waist. Bucky's hands grip the meat of your ass as he kneads it in his palms, grinding your naked core against his stomach. "Drive me half fuckin' crazy and you know it."

"Obviously not that crazy. Haven't woken up with Daddy's cock inside me so far, have I?" You pout, your fingernails grazing his freckled chest. He leans up to kiss you again, one hand finding your breast and his thumb brushing your pebbled nipple. You can taste the remnants of rum on his tongue as it sinks into your mouth, a strangled whimper escaping you when your clit rubs against the coarse trail of hair that sits just above his waistband.

"Is that what you want? Wanna wake up already stuffed full of dick?" He asks, chuckling when you nod, your forehead resting against his. The words are filthy, but there's a subtle intimacy in the way he whispers them. A groan rumbles in his throat when you reach beneath his shorts, wrapping your fist around his cock and feeling it thrum against your skin. "Keep tossing those cocktails your mom's way and Daddy might even sneak you out of here for a little private time. Would you like that, princess?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?" You jest, butterflies erupting in your tummy when he looks into your eyes, a little half smile painted on his pink lips. The tension in the air thickens, and your eyes flit to his Adams apple as it bobs. He’s unusually quiet, and surprisingly, you don’t feel the urge to tease him about it. You get the feeling he’s looking for something else from you right now, and you’re content to give it to him. “I’ll hold you to that, Mr.”

Your hands reach for him as you urge him to rest his elbows against the edge, your fingers gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. He groans at the sensation of your nails raking against his scalp, his head lolling back a little, leaning into your affections. You kiss him; slow, deep and full of intent. The scene could almost be considered romantic.

Well, if your mother wasn’t passed out 20ft away that is.

“Thought you preferred it when I took control, Princess?” he asks, grunting in satisfaction when you pump your fist up and down his solid length. You love him like this, the alcohol in his bloodstream lowering his inhibitions as well as the air tight walls he usually works so hard to maintain. His eyes flicker closed, thick lashes feathering his face. You fight the urge to lean down and kiss his eyelids.

“If I can’t take care of my Daddy on vacation, when can I?” you retort quickly with a sly smile. You release him from your grip, sitting further back on his lap and tugging his swim shorts down his thighs. You salivate at the sight of his firm cock springing free, sloshing through the water and falling against his stomach. “Missed your cock. Don’t like it when you make me wait for it. Say you can’t resist my pussy,” you pause, your cheek grazing his jaw when you lean in and press your lips against his ear, “but she’s been missing you all week.”

His hands move to grip your waist, but you slip out of his hold, turning around and maneuvering yourself on his lap; your back, slippery wet, against his chest. An arm snakes around your torso, his warm palm splayed out against your stomach in an attempt to keep you close to him. Reaching back between your bodies, you settle his cock between the globes of your ass, gently winding your hips and grinding back against him.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, fingernails digging into the flesh of your waist. Slipping his cock between your legs, you glide back and forth over his shaft, letting your fingers brush over the tip each time it peeks between your thighs beneath the water. “You trying to punish me, baby? Is that what this is?”

You reach for his hand, dragging it up towards your breast; his fingers instantly dipping beneath the flimsy material of your bikini top. “No,” you start, resting your head back against his shoulder and grinding against his lap. “Maybe I just wanna tease you a little, make you the needy one for a change.”

Turning your head, you nip at his stubbled jaw, letting your teeth sink playfully into his skin and giggling as you do so. Both of his hands grab at your chest, breasts out and his fingertips plucking at your nipples. "How many times do I have to tell you, Princess? M'always needy for this pussy."

You have to fight back the groan that leaves his mouth when you stand up, his dick slapping against his stomach and his arm outstretched and reaching for your slippery skin. You turn back to face him, his thighs spread wide and his fist wrapped tight around his girth. The sight has your thighs clenching together, and the smirk on his face tells you that he can see exactly how much of an effect he's having on you.

"How's that plan of yours workin' out, huh?" Bucky grins, hissing through his teeth when his thumb swipes over the swollen crown of his cock. You know he’s messing with you, and you know you should at least try and pretend he’s not getting to you. You also know that you’ve only got a limited amount of time before your mother wakes up.

“Let’s see how cocky you are,” you say, your hands on his shoulders as you climb back into his lap, facing him this time, “with my cunt wrapped around your dick.”

Your hand reaches for him, feet planted either side of his thighs on the seat, you sink down onto him and revel in the blissful burn that racks through your insides. There’s nothing like that first stretch with him. Nothing. Your cunt clenches him tight, his hands gripping you firmly; one beneath your thigh, the other curled up over your shoulder to hold you in place.

“Daddy,” you keen in his ear, bouncing gently in his lap as the water sloshes around you. The heat from his breath fans against your skin, and your heart flutters at the feel of his lips skimming your chest. Your own brush against his temple, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades as you fuck yourself down onto him. "Tell me how good I feel. Wanna hear you say it."

Bucky grunts against your flesh, head dipping to capture your nipple between his teeth and suckle it into his mouth. You smirk at his attempt to avoid answering your request, rising up on his cock until just the tip remains inside you. "Say it."

"Shit, baby." You grin triumphantly, knowing you'll get your way before the compliments even start dripping from his lips. And they do. “You know how good you feel. Jus’ wanna make me say it so you can-fuck-tease me about it later.” Your walls clench him tighter - an intentional move that has him holding you closer. “Feel like fuckin’ heaven. Best pussy daddy’s ever had. Told you ‘nough times.”

“Soft,” he continues, pumping his hips up to meet yours as you work your pussy up and down on his rigid length. “Tight.” A soft kiss against your clavicle. “Hungry." His teeth dragging against your skin. "Mine."

His words shoot straight to your heart, pinching and tugging, making your bones ache with the sheer intensity of your affection for him. The affection that you’re always trying to pretend is situationary. You are his, but you’re not admitting it quite so easy today.

"This cock is mine,” you whisper boldly, hands gliding up over his chest as you take him inside you again, winding your hips against him and humming at the sensation of your clit throbbing against his abdomen. “You might sleep next to her, and wake up next to her every morning. But you are mine. You know it, too."

“Don’t wanna talk about her,” he grumbles, letting his forehead fall to your breastbone. You shudder, his hot breath warming your skin, and smile; leaving a kiss atop his head. Bucky’s arms are almost tight around you now, one hand sturdy between your shoulder blades and the other grabbing at your ass - guiding your pussy up and down his length as it throbs against your walls.

"I'm not jealous. Wanna know why?” you ask him gently, resting your cheek against his temple while you ride him. “‘Cause I know that even if you fuck her out of pity, you'll still be thinking about me."

Bucky doesn’t speak, but he doesn’t need to. His face buried in your chest and his lips ghosting against your wet flesh, he doesn’t need to say anything at all. You can feel it. You’ve been able to feel it for months. To you, it’s no longer a sordid affair - and you have a strong suspicion that it’s not as simple as that for him anymore either. So, you leave it. For once, you’re not teasing him. You’re not egging him for a response. You just want him to know.

You want him to just be, in this moment, with you.

“Daddy,” you whimper, the vulnerability you feel washing over you as you cling to him. You’re wobbly on your feet, your insides churning and your pace faltering. He’s got you, though. Just like always.

You wrap your legs around him as he pushes away from the wall, turning and pinning you against the stone, and capturing your trembling lips in a searing kiss that sets your insides ablaze. He fucks you hard, but not rough. No, not rough. Every stroke of his cock against your cunt is masterfully in tune with the aura surrounding the two of you.

Firm, insistent, passionate; but most importantly of all, tender. Loving. Full of unspoken care and affinity.

He fucks you through two orgasms, neither one of you uttering a word to each other as you keep your eyes tight shut and try to block out the world around you, looking towards a future that doesn’t exist. But it’s nice to fool yourself now and again.

“Princess,” he grunts, your cunt a little sore, the water washing away your arousal. You hold his face in your palms, fingernails digging into his cheeks as you roll your hips against him, desperate to coax him to release. Your name tumbles from his tongue, muffled by the pressing of his lips against your mouth.

“M’coming,” he whispers, his voice breaking as you feel his length pulsing inside you, humming in utmost contentment at the sensation of being full of him again. You whine when he pulls free of your cunt, feeling his spend seep from your hole and into the water surrounding you. You want to keep him there, inside you, where he belongs.

Preparing yourself for his inevitable switch in demeanor, you tug the triangles of your bikini top back into place and press your hands against his shoulders to put some distance between the two of you. Trying to take control of the situation before he pulls away from you. Your eyes search the water for your missing bottoms, and his fingers catch at your chin, tilting your head up to meet his amused gaze. “So, about that date huh?”

Your eyes widen and you blink slowly, wondering if you misheard, because he can’t possibly be serious. You can’t even imagine he’d follow through on that suggestion, but you’ve seen that amused twinkle in his pretty eyes before. The one that’s always laced with stubborn intent. You push your shoulders back, shrugging as you unwind your legs from around his waist and set your feet down on the pool floor.

“I can barely feel my toes and I need another drink, so you better not be fucking with me.” Bucky’s brow cocks at your brazenness, his hand sinking beneath the surface of the water to grab at your stray bottoms. You expect him to hand them to you, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he wordlessly dips the material between your legs into place, tying the first bow at your hip before moving to the opposite one. You don’t often feel uncomfortable in his presence, but something about the way he’s handling you makes you nervous. You mutter a jumbled ‘thank you’ and round his body, turning to face him as you let your body glide through the water.

“10pm tonight, at the side entrance.” He’s holding back a grin at your bossy insistence, and you know it. Turning to make your way out of the grotto, you throw him a departing look over your shoulder; grinning at the sight of him tugging his swim shorts back up. “If you don’t show, I guess I’ll just have to find a hot bartender to keep me company, won’t I?”

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spideyyboiirecs · 1 year

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Bucky Barnes Reblogs

A masterlist of my fav Bucky Barnes Fics

SERIES

A Maidens Tale 18+ @world-of-aus

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Dolores, Mob!Bucky x Maid!Reader

The Truth Will Set You Free @angstysebfan

pairing: Bucky x Female Reader, Thor x Reader

Bad Decisions 18+ @syntheticavenger

pairing: Mob Boss Bucky Barnes x Right Hand Female Reader

Monster In Law 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Chubby Bee 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Plus-size!Reader

The Annoying Guy @holylulusworld

pairing: OFC x fem!Reader, Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Every Other Day 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

Mr Grumpy and His Ex-mate @holylulusworld

pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Rebound 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Unwilling Bride @holylulusworld

pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barney’s x fem!Reader

Howlin’ For You @invisibleanonymousmonsters

pairing: Biker!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Her soft animal 18+ @kinanabinks

paring: Dark Bucky x Reader

The Penthouse 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Multiple Characters x Reader

Two Thousand, Five Hundred and sixty nine 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: frat!bucky x best friend!reader

Relax 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader

Best Friend 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader

ONESHOTS

As In The Mother, So Is Her Daughter @suitk0via

pairing: Dad!Bucky x Reader

His Little Play Thing 18+ @bucky-barnes-diaries

pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x Stepdaughter!Reader

It All Belongs To You 18+ @angrythingstarlight

pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Rescuing Alpine @angrythingstarlight

pairing: Bucky x Reader. Alpine

Top Of His List @angrythingstarlight

pairing: Mafia Bucky x Reader

Don’t Make Me Wait 18+ @angrythingstarlight

pairing:

Thin Ice 18+ @angrythingstarlight

pairing:

Say The Word and It’s Yours 18+ @angrythingstarlight

pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Cruel 18+ @kinanabinks