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tinabelcherseroticfriendfiction · 2 years

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Never Too Much

Title: Never Too Much Fandom: MCU Pairing: Bucky X Reader Rating: R Warnings: Past traum, oral sex (female receiving), teasing, Bucky Barnes because that man is a warning by himself in this fic, Words: 2,268 Summary: Bucky has been begging you for weeks to let him eat you out. You finally relent.

All mistakes are mine, but shout out to my beautiful BETA reader @welcome-to-the-sin-zone. This is purely self-indulgent. Please be kind!! <3 <3 I love you all!

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“Put me down!” You scream, the terror in your voice only outmatched by the anger. You hate being picked up. You don’t trust anyone to pick you up without dropping you. At over 250lbs (113kg or 18 stones), you had never been picked up by anyone, always told you were too heavy. So naturally you believe them, recognizing that lifting fat women wasn’t something people do, or could do.

Bucky, though, didn’t appear to hear you as he continues to pick you up and carry you into the apartment. It only infuriates and terrifies you more.

“Are you fucking deaf!?” You cry. “I said put me down!! Now!”

As soon as your feet hit the floor you scramble way from your boyfriend and plop your ass down on the first seat you find, your legs shaking and adrenaline running through your body as you tried to determine if you are more terrified that he could have dropped you because you were far too heavy to lift, or angry that he blatantly ignored you when you told him not to pick you up and then ignored you again when you demanded he put you the fuck down.

“Hey -” Bucky starts, a frown etched deep in his brow as he tries to grab you, but you’re too quick, escaping his grasp, but falling promptly to the floor and landing on your ass. “What’s wrong?”

“I told you! I hate being picked up!” You snap. “The fuck, Barnes!? Are you deaf or are you just trying to hurt me!?”

“I’d never hurt you,” Bucky protests. “You said you were too heavy to pick up, and I told you that was bullshit, why are you -”

“I am too heavy to be picked up!” You climb up onto your feet but stay just out of Bucky’s reach to avoid being picked up again. “You could have dropped me! Or… torn a muscle picking me up and then we both would have fallen! Don’t pick me up! Why can’t you follow one stupid rule?!”

Ok, so it was definitely anger taking over your fear. You aren’t surprised, you always defer to anger in situations where you feel vulnerable. Part of you feels ashamed for yelling at Bucky, knowing he really didn’t do anything so wrong that warranted this kind of reaction from you, but your fear fuels your anger and you can't stop.

“What’s with the attitude?” Bucky snaps back at you. “You weigh practically nothing compared to what I can lift, you were perfectly safe!”

“Why do you feel the need to ignore my boundary and pick me up without my permission!?” Now that you are on your own two feet again, and the threat of falling is past, the adrenaline drop starts kicking in and you quickly lose your fight. “It doesn’t matter that you can bench press a fucking freight train, Bucky. I’m not comfortable being picked up. It - fucking terrifies me.”

Bucky’s face drops as you let out a frustrated sigh. “Does this have to do with your exes?”

“Yes - well… no. Kinda…” You let out another frustrated noise and roll your eyes as you sit down on the couch. “I’m too fat to be picked up. That’s been made clear my whole life. If someone picks me up, they’re gonna break their back. Or they’re gonna hurt themselves some other way, and it ends with me falling and getting hurt, and whoever’s trying to pick me up getting hurt too,” your arms wrap around your stomach as you look anywhere other than at Bucky. “It’s safer that no one tries.”

Bucky takes a seat next to you, listening. “That’s bullshit.” He says bluntly, shaking his head. “Yeah, some people probably can’t pick you up, but they also probably can’t pick up a bag of dog food, either.”

You snort a little at that, glancing at your boyfriend. He always somehow made you laugh even when you just wanted to cry.

“Has anyone even tried to pick you up before? Carry you around? Or did they take one look at the number on the scale and tell you you’re too heavy?”

“I stopped getting picked up when I was, like, three years old.” You roll your eyes. “I’ve never been thin, even as a baby. I’ve just been.. Too much. Too heavy. Even in dance classes, when we were all paired up with partners to do lifts and shit, I was always partnerless because no one would be able to hold me.” You’re far too tired to hide the hurt in your voice.

Bucky reaches over and grabs your hand with his right hand, squeezing it comfortingly. “You were never too much. They weren’t enough. And that’s not on you, doll. That’s completely on them. You don’t weigh too much, you aren’t too fat, and you definitely are never too much. You are perfect just the way you are. And I really want to just pick you up and carry you around all the time now.”

“Bucky…” You whine, glancing at him. “What if -”

“No what-if’s, doll. I won’t pick you up if you really don’t want me to, but I swear, I will never drop you. Ever.” He suddenly sits up a little straighter, looking at you curiously. “Wait - is this why you won’t sit on my face?”

Your face heats up so quickly and so hard you have to pull your hand away from his and bury your face in your hands. “Bucky!” You cry, completely embarrassed.

Bucky, the bastard, starts poking at you, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. “No, seriously!” He chuckles, “you think you’re too heavy to sit on my face!?”

“Oh my god - I’m not answering that!”

Bucky chuckles again, leaning into your personal space and wrapping an arm around your back, “I’ve been begging you for weeks, doll!”

“It’s gross!” You scream, embarrassed, squirming as he pokes your sides where you’re ticklish. “It’s so gross, I mean - pee comes out of that general vaccinity, and it’s always covered by panties, and sweaty because, like, there’s no air flow, so it’s just musky and dirty and … gross!”

“There is nothing gross about it, doll,” Bucky raises an eyebrow at you, still amused. “It’s natural, and it would make you feel so good… Has no one ever eaten you out?”

You shake your head vigorously, clearly embarrassed. “I didn’t let anyone. You don’t think it’s gross? I mean - it’s genitals… it’s -”

“Babe, that is your Catholic upbringing. There is absolutely nothing gross about your genitals,” he promises, serious. “And I would be honored to be the first person to get to taste that sweet pussy of yours.”

“Oh my God, shut up!” You can’t stop the embarrassed giggle that comes out.

“Pretty please?” Bucky begs, pouting at you.

You giggle again and shove his face away from you. “The physical appearance of the please makes no difference!” You giggle again, quoting one of your favorite movies.

“Oh, but I’ll make it so good for you, baby!” Bucky pushes, a large grin spreading across his face, “you’ll be screaming my name so loud the neighbors will call the cops,”

You laugh again, burying your face in your hands as you shake with laughter. “You’re rather confident there, old man.” you tease, peaking at him through your fingers.

Bucky’s wounded expression on his face only lasts a moment before he’s grinning again, “Old Man, huh?” He grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his lap, holding you close. “Old man? I’m a super soldier, doll. I’ve got stamina for days and years worth of experience. I’ll show you what this old man can do,” he grins, kissing you deeply.

Your laughter dies on your lips as Bucky kisses you, a pleased hum escaping in its place. Your arms wrap around his shoulders without much thought as you settled happily into his lap, your legs straddling his thighs.

You tilt your head back, breaking the kiss only for Bucky to start kissing down your neck, his hands gripping your hips tight enough to keep you in place. “Come on, doll,” he purrs in your ear. “Let me eat you out, I wanna taste you, please.”

“Buck…” Your face contorts, wanting to give in to him and let him have his way with you, but also fearing the repercussions. He wasn’t wrong. Your Catholic upbringing has tainted a lot of sexual activities for you, though most were easy to overcome or adapt to. Like masturbating. You hated your hands being sticky or wet, so you would do it in the shower, or use a towel wrapped around the end of your toy if you were lying in bed.

But oral? All your anatomy lessons reminding you that the urethra and the vaginal opening are so close and yeah, technically urine isn’t dangerous to ingest, it doesn’t sound appealing in any way shape or form, even if you do clean yourself. And then there’s the fact that it’s so enclosed. It smells, it’s musty, it’s moist.

Bucky’s hand has traveled down your hip, your thigh, to your knee, and back up again, his thumb brushing against the junction of your thigh. “I’ll take it slow,” his husky voice tickles your ear, thumb moving closer to your core. “Tear you apart, piece by piece, and put you back together again, over and over, until you can’t remember your own name,”

“Bucky…” you breathe, your hips pushing into his thumb as he brushes over your leggings clad clit. “Fuck…”

You close your eyes, dropping your head onto his shoulder as he pushes his hand into your leggings, teasing your entrance. Your hips rock forward into his hand, your breathing hitching as butterflies release in your stomach.

“You’re so wet already, baby,” he purrs, “Just give in, let me taste you. Please,”

“Fuck - o-ok…”

Before the words are completely out of your mouth, Bucky has you on your back on the couch, kneeling between your legs as he pulls your leggings down with your underwear. He wastes no time throwing them across the room before his hand is there again, rubbing your clit and pushing a finger into you, teasingly.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he breathes, leaning over you and kissing your neck. “You remember the safeword?”

You nod, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer to kiss him.

“Gotta hear it, baby,”

“Warcraft,” you mutter, “But please don’t stop,” you tug his hair again, pushing your hips up into his hand. “Bucky, please,” you beg, a small whimper leaving your lips as he pulls away. “What -”

Your question dies on your lips as Bucky adjusts you both, pushing you up further on the couch so your head is resting on the arm rest and he is kneeling between your legs. His hands travel up your thighs as he leans over you and gives your folds a soft kitten lick.

Despite watching Bucky’s movements, the first lick is a shock, sending your body into a convulsion you weren’t expecting. “Buck-”

“Shh,” he purrs, licking you again. “I’ve got ya, baby,” he grins. “You look so beautiful like this.”

“Shuddup,” You whine, looking away from him before he’s suddenly there and devouring you like a starved man’s first meal. “Oh my fuck!” You cried, your eyes widening comically as you stare down your body at his head bobbing between your legs.

He doesn’t lie to you - that was a stipulation of yours when you agreed to give him a chance. No lies, no secrets, no surprises. From either of you. You always tell him what’s on your mind and he does the same. Occasionally it takes some prodding, you both have so much trauma from your pasts that it can be hard to remember sometimes that you both are safe with each other. But there were never lies.

So you shouldn’t have been surprised when he kept his promise to tear you down piece by piece and put you back together again.

Yet, here you are. Writhing on the couch, your hands clutching Bucky’s hair as you pull him closer, only to push him back when it starts to feel too much. He divides his time between teasing your clitorus with small, tiny little kitten licks and long, languid broad strokes of his full tongue, followed by plunging that delicious appendage as deep into your core as he can reach, the stubble on his face scratching your lips, and his nose nudging at your sensitive bud.

It isn’t long before your first orgasm rolls through you like a fucking tidal wave.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it,” you hear Bucky’s gruff voice as you come down from the high of your release. “Jesus, look at you. So beautiful… There you are. Hey… you ok?”

You nod and run your fingers through Bucky’s hair as you open your eyes, seeing Bucky still kneeling between your legs. “Holy shit,” you mutter as you chuckle. “Ok… I see your point.”

Bucky laughs and leans forward, kissing you softly and you can taste yourself on his lips. It’s salty and strange, but not horrible like you always thought it would be.

“Next time… I want you to ride my face until I pass out.”

You groan and roll your eyes. “I’m not smothering you!” You cry, amused. “I think that constitutes assault, you dweeb!”

“I don’t care, I’d die a happy man.” he grins at you, pulling you up off the couch. He pulls your shirt up over your head and throws it to the floor. "Come on, let's go to bed." He winks at you.

~*~ Fin ~*~

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#fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky/reader #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #self indulgence at its finest #exes #ex boyfriends #abuse #smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x female reader

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truly-morgan · 7 months

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[Reigen meets his ex boyfriend, Feat. Saitama and Genos]

Reigen Arataka | Mob Psycho 100 One-Punch Man Cross-Over 04-01-2023

[#mp100 post-canon ish + #opm, awkward ex saitama/reigen meeting]

Where ???%/Shigeo chaos in the confession arc is classified as Disaster level Demon (bordering on Dragon if he's not stopped). And the ones on their way there are Genos and Saitama

But there's no need for them to really be there since once they arrive the problems as already been taken care of. "I wonder which hero managed to take care of this before we arrived" Genos ponders.

Saitama is about to complain about the fact he was missing some sale on veggies for nothing. A Second time that problems in this city seem to take care of themselves.

They are about to simply make their way home, Genos saying that maybe if they are quick enough they can still make it. Then they notice two people walking among the deserted and destroyed city. Genos decides to go and see, maybe they need assistance. As they approach he sees the way man seems in bad shape and the teenager had been crying. "Do you need help to join safety?" he asks, the teenager looking back at him surprised.

Mob is about to reply that his shisho would need some help, but he is interrupted when Reigen suddenly blurps out "Saitama?", with a surprised and dumbfounded look on his face.

Saitama looks back at the injured man, no emotion really showing on his face, until recognition suddenly bloom on his face. "Arataka?".

"You two know each other shisho/sensei?" Mob and Genos ask at the same time.

The air suddenly becomes awkward as Reigen lets out an just as awkward laugh, scratching at his head (which he winces at the action).

"Mob you may know the Hero Saitama? He's... my ex" he admits.

"It's been a while" Saitama offers to Reigen, which is true, they haven't seen each other in years.

"What?!" Genos and Mob suddenly react.

"Yeah it's been a while, I guess we were both too busy to meet up" Reigen says, "But I can see you are doing pretty good right now, finally became a Hero" he grinned.

"How's your business?" Saitama then wonders

"Sailing smoothly" Reigen grins, carefully throwing an arm around Mob's shoulder to bring him closer, "Even got a powerful student and employee" he added.

Mob doesn't miss the glance Genos gives him, as if trying to assess him.

"Happy to hear everything is going smoothly then"

"I didn't know sensei had an ex" Genos mentions, something in his voice sounding sour and dangerous, glaring at Reigen, making the man back off as Mob steps more in front of him, eyes not leaving the cyborg.

"If my calculation is correct, I think we still have a chance to get the sales if we go now" Genos mentions to Saitama.

This seems to catch Saitama's attention greatly, pully his phone out "No time to chat around then, but we could try and meet again later... if you want" Saitama suggest.

Reigen quickly accept as they exchange numbers again, making sure neither of them had changed theirs. Mob and Reigen wave at them as they rapidly get on their way for the sales, Reigen finally relaxing now that the perceived threat of Genos is gone.

"He hasn't changed" Reigen hums, "Still running after sales" he mentions when Mob looks back up at him, curious. Mob simply nods at this, unsure what to make of this strange encounter. Something in him is happy they somehow didn't figure out he was the one who caused this.

"Let's go now, Why don't we go get ramen after we find my shoes?" Reigen offered, arm thrown over Mob's shoulder once more for support, back on their previous path.

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I dunno why I suddenly felt like writing some Saitama/Reigen ex meeting again. throwing some one-sided genosai into it, we have one jealous cyborg Although I'm sure mob would also be pushy if it was a bit later, when he maybe developed deeper feelings for shisho

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#tweet archive #mp100 #opm #mob psycho 100 #one-punch man #reigen arataka #shigeo kageyama #genos #saitama #ex boyfriends #on good terms tho <3 #reigen x saitama #at least mentioned

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thepolyamorouspolymath · 1 year

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Jim continues to be the biggest piece of shit on the planet. I keep letting him in, he fucks up all kinds of shit, and his mood swings are insane -- I'm perfect and wonderful then I'm the worst person in the world.

But tomorrow I move to where he doesn't know the address and Monday I'll have B change my phone number. He can still reach me through Facebook, I guess, but easy to delete without reading and block him. Can't change the account because my business page is on it.

#jim #ex boyfriends

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lazya1 · 1 year

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When I like the dynamic of two ships and want the both of them be "canon" in my hc, I just put them in the "ex and actual" dynamic

I did it with Lisa x Jean, with them being the actual couple, and Diluc being Jean's ex-bf, and I think it's a good dynamic, especially when I think Lisa and Kaeya are like best friends

I also did it with Kaveh x Alhaitham, that are the main couple, and Cyno being Alhaitham's ex-bf, and I think it's beautiful~~ I like to think Kaveh and Tighnari are pretty good friends and chat smoothly with each other, while the two exes keep fighting all the time~~ 🤭

#genshin #kavetham #lisjean #ex boyfriends #funny dynamic

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labyrinthcat · 1 year

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#exes #ex boyfriends #toxic exes

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liamdonnellyart · 2 years

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HOW ARE YOU HOLDING UP? - 38 Next Page • Previous Page • First Page • Print Edition

#gay comics #ex boyfriends #boyfriends #boys in love #gay #holding up #realpost #holding up 38

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myodd-dreams · 2 years

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My boyfriend and I were at one of my childhood homes. We were attentions a party but I was also having an existential crisis because I remember thinking, “where am I? Who am I?” While looking at the scenery of the backyard.

Once inside I found that there was people I didn’t know. Woman. Two or three of them that my boyfriend invited apparently. One of them gets on his lap and he kisses her on the cheek and I told him to watch it because this was highly inappropriate. He said “or what.” And I told him “fine we’re over.” And walked to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich.

In there, was my grandma, owner of the house, who either didn’t like me being in there or didn’t like that I broke up with my boyfriend because she walked out as soon as I went in. So I went on with making my sandwich but when I look outside through the open back door, I find a lake out there. So I go out and look down at the water wanting to go for a swim.

Then my ex and someone else shows up and we all fall into the lake but I’m not a very good swimmer so I basically tried to stay as belly up as I could so I could at least breathe while being moved away by the current.

The current starts to carry all three of us away into what seems like the entrance of a water rollercoaster ride. I get out of the water with the help of someone who looked a lot like Henry Cejudo (mma fighter) and he helps me to a stool chair because apparently I also wasn’t wearing shoes and there were fireants everywhere.

#myodd dreams #myodddreams #lakes #ex boyfriends

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haroldhighballjordan · 1 year

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sometimes I randomly think about the time a girl posted in this girls only Facebook group I’m in telling everyone how she broke up with her boyfriend and he lied saying that he lost the spare key she gave him, only to then break into her apartment when she wasn’t home and steal the cat they’d adopted while they were together, but then he denied having done this and she didn’t really have proof that he took the cat since he wouldn’t let her come into his place and look for it. And then another girl saw this post and knew her ex-boyfriend, and she was like “girl. I used to hook up with your mans back in xxxx and I still have his number. If you want, I’ll hit him up and get him to invite me back to his place and see if your cat’s there.” And the OP was like “bet.”

So this woman hit up homie dog, asked him out for drinks, went home with him, slept with him, and then woke up in the middle of the night and TOOK THE CAT. Like she had only said that she would confirm if the cat was there but then she took it upon herself to steal this woman’s cat back. Like she full on Trojan horsed this man and then hit up homegirl like “I got the goods. Where you wanna meet.” And then the two of them posted a photo of them together with the cat to the group.

And I just think women supporting women is so beautiful.

#the best part of all is that I also knew the ex boyfriend because he worked at this place my friend was the manager of #and I texted my friend like ‘yo have you heard about this cat situation’#and she was like ‘I swear to god if one more person asks me about this fucking cat’#it was the drama of the century #the whole city was up in arms over this cat

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thots-m · 7 days

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okay so it’s is weird for me to still be friends with my cousins ex boyfriends on social media? lofc i had things against them bc they were either a little crazy or super protective when they were dating my cousins. besides all that, is weird that i still have them on fb or ig? i mean my cousin never came and told me to unfriend them or anything but should i be considerate and unfriend them?

#random thought #ex boyfriends

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flower1622 · 3 months

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#taylor swift #swifties #kayne west #hailey bieber #ex boyfriends #beyonce #music #rap #rapper #demi lovato

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sweetiecutie · 5 months

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More ex bf!König headcanons bc I love my men pathetic

Ex boyfriend! König who is definitely over you. That’s what he tells himself and his friends, sipping on his beer and pressing his new girl closer to his side. No one says anything but they all share a knowing look - all of his new girls resemble you somehow: their general appearance or some exact features like shape of her lips or eyes, their behaviour or how they handle themselves. But needless to say that none of those ‘relationships’ lasted longer than a few months.

Ex boyfriend! König whom you meet at one of your shared friend’s party, his sharp eyes detecting you the moment you step into the room, his throat growing dry as he watched your every move intently. You seemed relaxed - too normal, not mourning the loss of your relationship as much as he did, seemed like you didn’t spend sleepless nights thinking about him.

Ex boyfriend! König who after a few drinks has you cornered in small bathroom, on his knees with his face pressed against your thigh, begging for you to take him back. “Please, I need you so much, my life doesn’t have any sense without you. I’ll be better, please baby, I love you so much”. Your heart clenched at the sight before you - always arrogant and complacent he’s now kneeling at your feet, fat tears running down his reddened cheeks as he scatters small kisses all over your knees.

Not so ex boyfriend! König who is too eager to take you to his place once you mumble out small “Okay, fine. But this one is the last chance you get” to prove to you just how good of a boyfriend he may be for you.

Boyfriend! König who eats you out like man starved, your slick smeared all over his chin and cheeks, tongue buried deep inside of your cunny as his ears strain to not miss a single little sound you make, familiar taste of you clouding up his mind and turning König into a perfect whore for you. He spends the rest of the night fucking you oh so good, rubbing and licking all your soft spots - ones he knows by heart, until you cry and beg for him to give you a little breather. But he just can’t - not when you’re finally back, laying all spread out on his bed, hands tangled in his bedsheets, your trembling legs wrapped around his waist.

Those months spent without you were the worst in his entire life and now that König has you back he’s not letting go of you never again.

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