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thehomierobbstark · 1 year

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Any of your men but my first thought was baker Bucky and peach!

(there’s no nudity, and I think it’s sfw, it’s just a lil meme)

That's Baker!Bucky. He'll do anything you want as long as you let him touch you. Anything you want including watching a horror movie.

Pairing: Chubby!Baker Bucky x Reader

CW: Fluff, body worship, Bucky's biting kink, mentions of oral (fem receiving).

A/N: Written on my phone. Unbeta'd.

"Peach I really don't want to watch that," Bucky states, his lips pulled into an exaggerated frown. His large body shudders and he takes a step back. "No one should watch that."

"It's not that bad," you laugh, rolling the remote in your hands, the low budget sci-fi horror movie queued up behind you. It is that bad. Beyond awful. It's why you love it. And why you're trying to get your baker to watch it with you. While you don't want him to suffer—much—his reactions make these kind of movies hundred times better.

"Please," you drag out the word, slowly biting your bottom lip and he shivers again. This time for an entirely different reason. You begging him for anything is one of his weaknesses, along with seeing you wearing his clothes. His pupils dilate as his gaze drifts down your body taking in the way his oversized shirt clings to your curves. "I want to spend time with you. I missed you. Don't leave me alone Jamie," you say softly, peering up at him.

His resolve doesn't break, it crumbles into tiny pieces.

"Peach," Bucky groans, his large hand running down his face. "You sure you don't want to watch anything else?"

Without breaking eye contact, you start the movie, tossing the remote on the coffee table. Creaking noises fill the room, a withering voice warns the viewers to leave now while they still can. Bucky's brows lift and he takes another step back, shaking his head. "Nope. I'm good. I'll see you later. "

This is the same man who killed a massive spider for you last night without blinking. Laughter crawls up your throat, spilling out at his offended look.

Turning on your heel, you plop on the couch. "Aw that's too bad." Dragging your shirt up with one hand, you rest your chin on your palm, giving him a coy glance. "I was going to let you use me as a pillow but since you don't want--"

Bucky drops his heavy, warm body on top of yours, pushing you into the cushion, your hand slips from under your chin. A shocked oof cuts off the rest of your sentence.

"You gotta start with that. You know I can't resist that Peach." He eases his way down your body, kissing along your spine until his bearded cheek hits your ass and settles between your thighs. "Okay. I'm ready. Let's do this."

You're about to tease him when a horde of hybrid aliens burst out of the ice, startling the scientists. Bucky inhales sharply, his long fingers clench, squeezing your ass so tight you know you're going to be wearing his marks in the morning. Looking over your shoulder, you see him cringing, using your butt as a shield.

"What the fuck was that? What the fuck are they doing?" he whispers, his warm breath drifting across your skin. "Why aren't they running? Peach why aren't they running?" His tone bordering on accusatory, like it's your fault the lead scientist is taking a picture instead of fleeing.

His wide blue eyes peer over your lacy panties, darting across the screen, one alien drops his head back and begins to split into two gruesome creatures. That's all Bucky needs to see, he shrinks back, pulling you with him. "Fuck. That."

Your upper body twists as you slide across the smooth cushion, one leg dangling off the side, the other landing on your baker. "Bucky," you say, grabbing onto the arm of the couch. "Bucky, put me down." Your demand is weakened by the giggles escaping your lips, your chest shaking.

"No."

Bucky continues shifting on the couch until you're both on your sides and he's safely tucked behind your ass, his arm wrapping around you to keep you from moving away. "Okay, okay I can do this," he mutters to himself, eyes closed, he rubs his beard across your butt. A garbled haunting wail rattles off the screen and he bites you. Hard.

"Hey," you protest, playfully swatting his head.

Bucky doesn't let go. He didnt mean to bite you, he was just startled but now that he's mid bite, he discovers this is a good way to keep from freaking out. You feel good, taste even better. You wanted to be his personal pillow and damn it if he's not going to take advantage of your sweet softness. He might be able to survive this night after all with the help of your pretty ass. Lifting his face enough to glare at you, he sinks his teeth into your soft skin harder and harder, sweet pain rippling across your ass sending a wave of heat straight to your cunt.

"Jamie," you splutter, trying to wiggle away only to be pinned down by the larger man.

"You like it," he mumbles around his mouthful, his fingers sliding across your thigh and down the front of your panties, sweeping across the undeniable proof of just how much you like it. "Watch your movie, Peach," he orders.

You do.

Laughing so hard that your stomach aches every time Bucky freaks out. Moaning everytime he bites your ass to distract himself from the scary scene unfolding before him, soothing the sting with a kiss when it ends. Enjoying the way he questions every stupid decision the character makes, demanding answers from you like you're responsible for Becky getting out of her car to explore the creepy woods instead of driving to safety.

You miss half of the scenes because of his antics.

You've never had a better time.

He doesn't make it to the third act before Bucky decides he's had enough and needs something a little more than just biting you to distract him from the horrifying aliens taking over the small town. You end up on your back, your hands buried in his hair to keep him right there, his face buried between your thighs, his warm, wet tongue and thick fingers making you cry out louder and louder until you're sobbing his name drowning out the screams floating out the speakers.

Your vision blurs around the same time credits roll across the screen and as your first orgasm rushes through your body, you know you're going to make this a weekly tradition.

#bucky barnes x reader #fics #a fave

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thehomierobbstark · 1 year

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JEENNNAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Just dropping in to say hi and I miss your antics! K, Loveyoubye! 💛

MISS VANITYYYYYY 🥺🥺🥺🥺 how are you love???? I miss you too and the group chat antics 😭😭😭

How have you been girl?????

#nons #fwends

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thehomierobbstark · 1 year

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Demon Time 👅😈(2)

WARNINGS: looooooooads of sexual explicit-ness; smut; language; edging; oral; straight fuckin’, etc. 21+ ONLY

Pairings: killmonger x black reader, killmonger x plus size reader

Word Count:?|masterlist|main

“Fuck!” Yn moaned as her back hit against the front door of Erik’s home. Erik aggressively picked Yn up and wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing and biting at her neck. After teasing him with a mind numbing blow job, Erik needed her all to himself and away from prying eyes.

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#erik killmonger x black reader #erik killmonger x reader #bp #black panther fanfiction #a fave

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thehomierobbstark · 1 year

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Daddy’s an exhibitionist 😍😍🤤

Blindfold Me: The Party

Part 2. After all that, y'all still have the Halloween Party. Kinktober submission @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Pairing: Erik x Reader

Tags: Smut, Size Kink, Exhibitionism, Roleplay, Queening, Knife-play

An idea strikes from nowhere and who's gonna stop you? Erik? He isn't thinking about you in particular, he's driving you back to the Cheesecake Factory parking lot so you can drive your car and follow him home. He's very cute in his absentmindedness. He's watching the road and doesn't notice you watching the minor things he does, those tiny habits that are sexy for no reason. It's the way he leans driving one-handed with his other elbow in the window. It gives you the space to fish Lil Erik Jr out and frisk him, make him feel real nice before you choke him. Big Erik likes that, but there's something you haven't tried.. another way to pleasure Big E and torture Lil E. You sauce-board him. Erik jumps in his seat, but he can launder his pants. He's changing clothes at home anyway. You dip the head of his penis in cilantro sauce, swirling it around the rim of the plastic cup and sucking it off with a pop, chasing it with a bite of samosa, amused at his face, like he's traumatized.

"You fuckin booger, my dick is not a samosa."

You put them side by side. "Could've fooled me.. the samosa bigger."

"I hope they have good music at this party. I'm a kick Meech's ass when we get there."

He switches hands on the wheel, swatting out like a parent which leads to you both slapboxing with him mushing and grabbing your face, fake choking you while you pop his arm and pinch him. He knows he's not small. You know he's not small.

When you get in your own car, you call him.

"You need music for that?"

"My theme music. Every queen deserves her own theme music."

"I hope he didn't cheap on liquor. If so we need to pre-game."

"Let's pre-game," you agree, getting another masterful idea for a cocktail. He grabs your arms in the doorway of the house before you can close the door and pulls them behind your back, cuffing them quickly. "Erik," you stare from over your shoulder and back at the neighbors' houses across the street. "Be real. It's still broad daylight and families live here." They always walk and sit out on porches.

He bends you over and pushes your dress up, hooking his knuckles in the seat of your panties and pushing the head of his dick against your opening. No one's outside but they could still be watching through windows.

"Dave has a ring camera," you gasp as he holds your weight up by your throat with two hands. Your feet spread for balance as he pushes inside, spreading your walls apart with his width.

"It's fine," he whispers.

"Fuck, daddy." His pumps stay shallow teasing those nerves just inside the entrance that trigger your lazy eye. "He's gonna see this," you sigh picturing the footage in his hands as Erik slides deeper, your walls hugging him tight. "We can't do this out here."

"It's fine. He'll jack off and not say shit, watch." He slides back and squishes in again as a car drives by.

"Erik!" Your ass hits his stomach.

"Oh, that turn you on? Nasty bitch. That pussy getting wetter."

With arms tied behind you, you moan as he bounces you up and down his length, your kitty suctioning him and squishing with every stroke. Another car drives by, a neighbor further down and you hope they don't call the police.

"Move ya hips, like a lil neighborhood porn star slut. Fuck me."

His hands still grip your neck for leverage. You swivel your hips as he digs in your gut, moving one hand under your dress to rub your clit.

"Now everyone gonna know how we get down," he says in your ear. "Lil slut bitch and her daddy. You happy?" His full lips rest on your ear, his dick filling you completely. "You a happy lil slut?" He hisses and groans, stroking your nub. "It's ok, tell me."

"Fuck, yes daddy..," you moan biting your lip and feeling full, your kitty squeezing as you concentrate on keeping your balance. "Oh god don't stop don't stop, it's right there," you pant.

"Don't cum. Don't you cum, baby.. Hold it in.. Hold it in, baby.."

"Fuhuuck!" You laugh trying to hold it as it attempts to burst free. He stops rubbing but keeps giving those deep strokes.

"Yeah baby? Hold it for me. You like this dick? You like it?"

"I love it, daddy, can I cum?"

"Good lil slut, not yet," he squeezes your neck. You don't want him to stop but if he doesn't-

"Shit. I'm reaching my Iimit."

"My dick small?" He thrusts into you. "Tell me how small that dick is baby."

You look back and up at him as he chokes you and you laugh still impaled and panting. You knew he'd get you back. He's 9 inches. 9 delicious beefy inches and each one is hiked up your pulsing sopping wet pussy. "I'm gonna cum.. I'm gonna cum.."

"Answer me," he growls, rubbing you again.

"Fuck. Big, daddy. Your dick is so big and juicy in that tight lil pussy, shit. Please can I cum?"

"Cum..," he hums in approval. "Wet ass pussy. That's a good girl." His fingers go straight in your mouth rubbing on your tongue. "You gonna be a good lil girl for me, baby?"

"Yes, daddy." you nod.

"Shut the door. No, you gonna be baaad tonight. At the party. Daddy like his lil bitch wicked. Now get on your knees and taste that mess you made on this big dick." He moans as you kiss up his shaft and lick it. "Put it in ya mouth. Eat this dick up."

You suck the first three inches, salivating and licking up the spit that drips down his shaft, spitting it back on the top and pushing it with your mouth. "Cum in my mouth," you direct watching him bite his lip as you keep sucking for your own pleasure.

"You want me to cum, baby?"

"Mm," your lashes bat.

"Mm. You deserve a lil candy for Halloween. Go head, suck that cum out my dick."

You suck until it it spits back, leaking semen and you suck some more, swallowing and licking his tip until he pulls it away and kisses you sweetly on the lips. He removes the cuffs and you stretch your arms.

"Pre-game," he whispers leading the way into the kitchen. You both need to change clothes, but there's time. You have hours.

"Pregame!" You sit two shot glasses on the counter and mix coconut rum, melon liqueur, pineapple juice, and grenadine while he watches intrigued. You shake it in a tumbler with ice and pour it into the glasses. "It's called a lick my pussy," you smirk raising your glass. His brow raises as you toss it back.

"Bet," he sucks his fingers, the same ones that were on your clit. "Tastes so fuckin good," moans chasing with the shot. It makes your pussy twitch again.

"Boy go get the plant and the grass seed out the trunk!"

"Fine," he laughs heading out. "Pour me another shot I'm tryna be fucked up tonight."

You wait until he gets back to ask, "How we gonna get back if both of us drunk because I'm a be fall off the bone drunk."

"I'll schedule a ride now and we'll be ready to leave at.. what time you think, 12:30ish?"

"Party starts at at 9. That works for me." You raise your glass toasting his that still sits on the table in a clink and tossing it back. Once the safety car is booked, he takes his shot too. "I can't get too drunk before I do my makeup, I'm a look like shit. One more," you pour it up taking it up with you to shower, do your skin routine once more, and start your Akasha makeup with Renaissance on shuffle. It's about the smooth buttery glowing skin with no imperfections. You go full coverage. You build your smoky eye and use your Fenty Trophy Wife for the bright golden highlight, a whiter highlight in your eye corner. Akasha's signature eyebrow and eyeliner combo is done with black eyeliner pen and perfected with gel liner on a thin brush. You put on your fake fangs and take your shot before applying lipstick. Erik uses the shower while your stuff is all over the sink. The lips require contouring and a coral liner/lipstick overlapped with a rosy gloss. You switch wigs to a sleek long and black glueless unit and cover the hairline with Akasha's crown.

Erik stinks up the bathroom taking a shit so you wiggle past his knees leaving your mess of makeup and brushes on the sink. You put on your costume and spray yourself with body oil and highlighting mist. You've nailed the look, you even move your arms like Akasha in the bedroom mirror.

"I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew," you respond to his stare.

Erik is impressed but you wave him off with a lie that he smells like shit. "Why'd you wait until after you showered to shit.. you stanky ass boy."

"Can't help when nature calls."

You watch as he turns himself into a loc'd version of a vampire killer in a black bulletproof vest with silver colored clasps in front and black pants, already looking fine. You want to bite him as he pulls on a long leather Matrix jacket with matching gloves. His cosplay elevates with a black clasp belt, black sunglasses, and clunky punk boots. Thanks to Dave, he's got his hands on a sexy long saber that he waves around like he thinks he's on a movie set. A very sexy sleek sword.

"Ok stop playing with your sword," you smirk, "And let's go get another drink. I know just the one." You grab two small glasses and pour ice, crown royal vanilla, and a can of cherry coke between both. "I don't care how good this party is, it would've been better with me bartending, he don't know I'm that bitch. You better tell him."

Erik sighs, "Aye.. you still got that..???" His brow raises. "That peach cobbler.."

"Oh hell yeah," you run back up the stairs to grab that lube you both like. It was an amazing find. You grab the fake blood while you're at it. Maybe you'll find a use for it.

Meech's house is decorated tastefully like he had help from a woman with style which makes you and Erik wonder what woman he had to do it because he needs to keep her around. It's a red and black vibe with a fog machine, everything you wanted as a child for Halloween but now y'all grown enough to create it yourselves. Erik presents the alcohol the two of you decided to bring as a contribution. You set up a counter of shots with Grateful Dead shots for people to grab at will. It's a 90s rnb, 00s hits, and 10s hip-hop and rnb playlist that has everyone dancing and having a good time.

In the kitchen there's the real soul food: pans of chicken wingettes, ribs, fried catfish, potato salad, 2 pans of mac n cheese, collards, and salad. Erik looks at you and starts to build a plate of everything. You grab two forks. "Uh uh fix your own plate," he holds it away.

"I am Akasha, Queen of the Damned," you say channeling Aaliyah's voice in the movie. He looks visibly turned on and offers you the plate. You make him hold it for you. "You're my little simp tonight." You make him feed you until you take over and feed him back with your fork. Then you both take decide to dance and socialize on your own, meeting up organically.

Meech has a game where everyone has to complete the lyrics to a song or take a dare which is either tossing back a shot, taking a shot off someone's body, or taking a shot of hot sauce. It's fun to watch no matter what the punishment. You don't know the words to Juice WRLD Lucid Dreams or Future Life is good so you drink shots out of Erik's belly button as he giggles and grabs your head like you're finna give him head. You and him know he's serious, but the party think he playing. You snatch his face in your hand and whisper. "Play nice."

He bites at you and your eyebrow arches. He smells like alcohol. You see his fangs. He couldn't give up his grills for the white fangs like you have. Gangsta ass Blade. Sexy mothafucka. You release him ready to find a place more private. "Meet me upstairs," you whisper not asking for permission but sneaking upstairs in Meech's house to his bedroom and throwing his unfolded clothes on the floor to free his unmade bed. Erik appears minutes later holding up the doorframe.

"Looks like it's open season on suckheads. I'll give you something to suck."

You dance to him like Akasha. He draws his sword from his back and you lick your fangs interested to know what he plans on doing with it. How will he defeat you? He's got something in mind. He's been proving himself to be a lot of fun. Not vanilla, but French vanilla with some cinnamon and nutmeg. He raises the sword like he's about to slay you but you raise a clawed hand and he halts dropping the sword. You smirk and reach for it but he kicks it up and grabs it swishing it through the air with you frozen wide-eyed. All you know is he'd better not make a mistake. You wonder how far he'll take it ready to match him.

The sword comes to your neck and your eyes dare him to push it further, deeper into your skin. He takes that challenge to your surprise. The sharp edge digs into your neck near your jugular and you keep your chin raised standing extremely still, your heart suddenly pounding and skin growing goosebumps as you feel something drip and look down. Blood. "There are worse things out tonight than vampires," he whispers in your ear.

"Like what."

"Like me. He licks the blood off the blade and scrapes the edge across the skin of your neck, like a razor. You run your fingers over his bulletproof vest as the blade scratches at your skin like fingernails, down your neck and across your shoulders. When it drags down your breastplate you grab his head and bite into his neck so the sword drops again.

He growls from deep within as your teeth sink into his shoulder next, breaking skin and leaving indentations. Your tongue soothes the bites and you suck leaving behind a bruise. He moans grabbing a fist of your hair at the base of your neck.

"You fuckin bit me.."

"So bite back," you hiss pushing him back. You walk to the bed and beckon him to you. "Now. Come my love. I'll show you how to feasst."

He licks his full lips on the same kinda time you’re on and starts to approach. Your raised hand stops him and he growls once more, impatient.

"Down. Crawl and commme to me," you gaze watching him sink to his knees and seductively crawl as if he's your slave. "You'll do annything for me.." He bites his bottom lip. "Hungry, my love? Get up."

You throw him on the bed and turn him so his head hangs off. You raise your skirt and drop it over his head like a curtain while you grind and bounce on his face like a dick.

"Taste," you command as his face becomes a throne. You feel his tongue at work stroking and flicking, his arms at his side as you smother him with kitty and thighs. "This is the rightful order."

When his tongue flicks your starfish you count it as an accident but he does it again. You don't call it out, but you hear him groan as you press and rub your kitty and your starfish on his tongue, lips, and nose.

"It's juicy?"

His fingers finally dig into your hips and you give him a little air sinking right back down to drown him some more.

"Drink that cum," you order as you squirt on his face covering it in a rush of sticky nectar. He sucks on your clit and you hold down his arms. "Keep eating." You roll your hips and raise up once more hearing his gasp before you smother him again. You give him a face full of booty and let him toss your salad, switching back to the kitty. He'll lick whatever you give him right now. "Take that dick out," you tell him in the meantime. He gets it done fairly quickly. You take your shoes and straddle his hips on the bed in a squat but fall on him. The liquor. At least you have the peach lube it helps you glide. You get on your knees instead and ride reaching out for the bed frame to stabilize yourself. He's in another world as you fuck him with the slippery lube, the peach smell in the air. You slide back up to sit on his face with all your juices wetting his neck. They were starting to dry down on him. He acts like he's eating actual peach cobbler. "Lick me up. Tell me how I taste."

"Delicious," he says deliriously when you hop back on his dick. "Fuckin demon."

You grin. "Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!"

"Nasty bitch," he pants as you jump on his dick until he cums hard inside of you. You push it out and suck it off his dick as he twitches. "You bit me," he sighs with a grin showing those sexy grills.

"You cut me," you remind him touching your neck.

"Do you feel a cut? I used your fake blood."

"Well," you scramble. "Oh well."

"I liked it," he admits.

You look around the room and get up to grab a random lighter that's on the nightstand. "Let's keep this," you flick it lighting the flame. "For memories since we probably won't remember in the morning. "

"Bad girl," he teases. "I'll remember."

"Right." He drank more than you and you'd been drinking. You take the lighter and pull him up forcing him to return downstairs before you so it's not obvious. You go minutes later and find him to dance. You grind him in the dim light, your hips twisting as his move behind you. They call the costume contest and the both of you win first place which gets y'all a goody bag with a big thick fluffy brownie.

"Split it tomorrow," he suggests. There are enough snacks to eat at the party, but it's after midnight. You follow Erik outside to meet the car that's coming to pick y'all up when it comes. Erik holds you and lifts the back of your skirt to put his dick in you once more but there are people directly beside you and you quickly pull your skirt back down before he can get his dick out. You grab his face again. "Play nice." His kink is serious. He loves being watched.

By the time you both make it back home, he's ready to fuck some more pulling you to the kitchen floor but he falls asleep on top of you and you're too tired to move. You wake up to daytime and he's gone. When you call to ask where in the house he is he says "At work."

"Why you ain't wake me up," you fuss feeling a monster headache. "You'd already called out but you thought he had too. "You didn't even say you were leaving. Why you hungover at work?!"

"I don't feel bad at all. Granny's hangover tonic. Works every time. I left you some on the stove."

"I don't understand how you can work. You probably don't remember half of last night. You were so drunk you ate my ass."

"You wanted to try it didn't you?."

"Oh." He did remember.

"When I get home I expect God tier head. With the Akasha cosplay."

"You getting a little too zesty for your own good ain't you," you tease.

"You the one wanted me to be more open with my kinks. You saying you can't keep up?"

"A lot of talk," you grin. "I will make you forget your name don't play with me.

"I don't wanna wait, come fuck me," he whispers. New Erik has a strong public sex kink that makes you clench. You get off the floor to put yourself together.

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thehomierobbstark · 1 year

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Not her complaining about the motel after getting the Freaknik 2000 treatment 😭😭🤣🤣🤣 sis!! (But no really…we don’t do motels baby we can finish talking about this in the car 🚘 🏃🏾‍♀️💨)

Blindfold Me

It's the SP00KY SZN and in honor of my good good Judy @nahimjustfeelingit-writes we're gonna kick this Kinktober off right. PRE-GAME! Shout out to the twin @theegoldenchild

Stay kinky 💦👻 Part 2 HERE

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Pairing: Erik x Reader

Tags: Smut, Sensation Play, Nipple Play, Helplessness

Only in the dark and comfort of your bedroom can you feel comfortable watching and masturbating to questionable hentai though it’s on mute. Erik is sleeping beside you and you blame Ash, your bestie for flooding the groupchat with gifs and links to her favorites. Curiosity has you watching an anime girl with a fat oily ass get rawed on a bus seat by the busdriver on her back with her legs in the air, then doggystyle as she holds onto the back of the seat. She sucks her juices off his dick, him pushing into her mouth with her glowy asscheeks pressing against the window.

Even though the driver is ugly, you imagine your man’s face on him and you’re the one getting your bare asscheeks pressed against the glass for everyone outside to see as he uses your throat. In your fantasy, your wetness coats his hard throbbing dick like it coats your fingers and your nearly silent Lilo Soraya vibrator. You look over at him in a deep sleep beside you on his side, facing away. You don’t want to wake him up by moaning or moving too much since this is your private time to enjoy your more private kinks, but both the video and the vibrator are doing what they’re meant to do. You close your eyes briefly and look back at your screen. Fantasy Erik is thrusting inside you so deep that only his nuts are left out and you’re bouncing so hard on his thick veiny dick taking all of him. Your titties bounce like in the anime and his cum is warm inside you, seeping down your thighs and dripping from your pussy.

The vibrator has you dampening the seat of your panties and making a small wet spot on your side of the sheet. You turn over on your stomach and go to the next link watching a girl with large gravity defying jello knockers get abducted into a public shower by a faceless man who gets her alone and holds her down forcing her to recieve oral until she squirts everywhere over him and herself, panting with her release. It’s so bad, but he’s so dominant and it looks like it feels good. You almost moan with her, but remember Erik is asleep beside you. Only in a hentai does this shit happen which is definitely for the best, but now you’re cumming on your wet panties and pruney fingers and wetting up your sheet even more. One more video..

“Nasty lil bitch,” he mumbles. Immediately you look over and switch the vibrator off, closing the tab, but it’s just him talking in his sleep. He better be dreaming about you.

You wait, watching him in still silence as he breathes in and out. He doesn’t speak again but his breathing gets deeper. What kind of wet dream is he having, you wonder. You wanna see his face. Quietly and carefully you sit up on your knees and lean over his shoulder catching the second he taps the power button on his phone, darkening the screen and hiding his phone under him.

“UH UH! ERIK!” You push at him. He was watching some dark and blurry ass porn, you saw it and it looked like hentai. “GET UP!” Sitting back, you grab a pillow to beat his head with. “What you up looking at, porn?”

Wait. You look up remembering the mirrored ceiling.

“Yeah, same shit you lookin at. I ain’t stopping you, it’s what you like, right?”

“I thought you were sleep,” you gasp, covering your mouth in shock when you can see his eyes in the mirror as clearly as he can see you.

“I know. You like some freaky shit.”

You drop the pillow and think back to all the kinky nasty porn you’ve masturbated to right beside him thinking he was asleep. Whole time he was probably zooming in using the camera and the mirror to spy, even when you’d stopped and closed your tab thinking he’d woken up. Even when you were still and working hard to not moan, he’d been watching and zooming in on your body and your filthy ass screen. Shit you would never show him.

Violation! You hit him with the pillow again and he grabs it, throwing it on the floor. “What sketch ass hentai was that?”

“Whatever, you're so vanilla,” you glare and climb off the bed to hide your face.

“Vanilla?” He sits up watching you snatch up your pillow from the floor and sit the vibrator on your nightstand while you act busy. “Just how hardcore are you ya lil booger?”

“Hmm. Harder than you lil daddy.”

“I’m open-minded,” he says defensively. You smirk. He is. He’s open to a lot, but he’s also shut to a lot, arguably more than he’s open to. Anytime you bring up anal or using toys, for example, he shuts down or it doesn’t turn him on and you’ve wanted to experiment with those things for a while.

“Still vanilla,” you plop back on the bed.

“I have my kinks.”

“Your kinks are straight dick to pussy penetration and getting your dick sucked. That’s about it.”

“You want me to stick my dick in ya ass, I’m not doin it.”

“You don’t have to, that’s not even what I was-” You sigh, calming yourself. Why are you even explaining yourself?

“I do have kinks, I just don’t tell you.. But I have fantasies about fucking in public where we could get caught. I would fuck you in a bus.. Or in the parking lot or in the movie theater.”

“Really?” You’re starting to picture it, stroking his thick hard cock as you’re side by side in a dark theater surrounded by unsuspecting people who’re paying attention to the movie, not your hand sliding up and down his length. “I’d like that..”

“I’m horny right now,” he announces. “My dick is hard as fuck, come ride it and let me suck your titties.”

“Oh you ain’t said nothing,” you chuckle leaning back to throw your leg over his head and bring it down on the other side of him, sliding into his lap. He grabs your hips and puts you where he wants you to sit, holding onto you while you get stable on your knees.

“I believe you mean, yes daddy.”

You pull your wet panties to the side and guide him into your already wet and pulsing pussy grinding your hips in a circle to get the full sweet feeling of this dick touching every wall. “Yes daddy,” you moan, bouncing your full weight on his lap up and down with him sandwiching himself between your boobs and hugging them to the sides of his face. He sticks his tongue to your chest between them and motorboats, coming out to squeeze them together and pepper kisses on your areolas. “Mm, keep sucking em.” You hold his head as he alternates sucking your nipples while you grind, getting clit and nipple stimulation with penetration all at once.

“I love your titties,” he says between brief sucks that you feel in your clit. "Your titties so pretty." You’re squeezing him and grinding in circles, panting in his ear that you're about to cum. “Go 'head, cum on my dick.”

“Uhn, yes daddy,” you moan doing just that while he thrusts up so you don’t stop cumming. He pulls your hips thrusting deeper inside. “This some good dick baby,” you sigh feeling it touch your soul. “Oh god..”

“Cum, but don't stop fuckin me.”

“Yes daddy,” you breathe into his neck feeling his grip on your your hips, there to ensure you don't stop. "Fuck me," you moan grinding desperately and already on the edge again.

He rolls you over to get on top with his elbows at your ears and your thighs parted wide letting him deep.

"Fuck me, daddy please," you pant covering your sensitive clit while his dick glides in and out of your sloppy hole. You love that it's so wet and covered in your juices. You like watching it go in and out and feeling it slide deep inside as your toes curl.

He loves eye contact so you look back up into his lust-filled eyes. Your arms latch around his neck and he dives down kissing you open-mouthed, your tongue in his mouth and his in yours while he delivers his signature deep strokes.

"Cum," he whispers into your mouth, licking and sucking your tongue while you pant on the edge once more. It's him squeezing your titty and pinching your nipple that sends you over. "Good girl.. guess vanilla ain't so bad huh?"

"Goodbye," you laugh still in your after glow. "It never was bad," you sigh staring at him through the mirror above. "Sometimes I'd like to try new things though."

"And we will.. who knows I might kidnap you and drag you to a motel.. fuck you till you cry. You like that?" He finger enters your pussy and you clench pressing your knees together. "You nasty little slut," he sings in a higher pitch rubbing your sensitive clit. "You really want me to kidnap you? What would you do?"

"Whatever you want," you writhe. "I'll do anything," you moan, letting out another orgasm.

"Suck my dick right now. Make me nut on them pretty titties."

That was last night's activities, two nights before Halloween.

As a natural early riser, Erik wakes up bright and early some Sunday mornings to mow the lawn and rake leaves if they need raking. He may wash or detail the car, anything really, but that's his personal time. Today it's the lawn. Tthe sound of the riding lawnmower wakes you up giving you time to shower, change the sheets, make a quick breakfast for two, and clean your vibrator.

The two of you then go your individual ways for a few hours until lunch where you meet up at Cheesecake Factory around 2 PM, leaving your purse behind on the floor of your locked Volvo. He already has a table in front of the window with bread and your drink, having ordered it and your food for you.

"It's drizzling," you say sitting across from him and adjusting your seat. You can't really see it through the glass. "How are you? How you doing?"

"You wouldn't believe my day today," he starts in. "So first, I'm on my way to Lowes when this truck merges and almost hits my car just to speed and cut me off."

"Wow!"

"So then I see them turn on my exit and I'm still behind them. We both get to Lowe's and they fuckin wreck in the parking lot. They hit this other car, I saw it and braked and because of the petty nigga I am, I parked and gave the other car my contact. Afterall, I did see the whole thing."

"And you got a fiance whose dad is a lawyer."

"That's what I told him."

"Well I hit the post office to mail some things for my granny and student loans.. filled my tank.. Then I went in the Spirit of Halloween to look around." You tap your nails together with an impish grin. "I got the fake blood but idk if I should use it."

His friend Meech is hosting an adult Halloween party tonight and you've been itching to go since you heard of it in early September. You and Erik already have costumes. You're Akasha Queen of the Damned and he's Blade.

"I don't think you need the blood if you're doing your makeup."

"I think you're right but also, vampire with no blood??"

"Your call," he sighs as the food comes. For a while you both just eat and chill, then he checks his phone and you check yours.

"I'm excited for tonight," you smile getting his eye contact. "And before I get too fall down drunk to say this, I plan to get you pregnant in your Blade costume."

His brow raises. "It's like that?"

"It's like that, baby."

"You gonna talk that crazy to me when we're at Cheesecake?"

"I don't know what it is, Erik, but it's something about," you hiss, rubbing your hands all over your chest and neck imagining him being rough with need, doing anything he pleases. He's looking at you like he wants to jump across the table and grab you out the seat. You can feel it in your stomach and between your thighs. "I just- It's sexy to me."

"Nasty, nasty bitch," he whispers glancing over your shoulder. "I'll fuck you in the Blade costume long as you keep the Akasha cosplay after tonight."

"Deal," you grin. "Be careful lil daddy, I might just bite if you keep turning me on like this.."

"I'm built for it, baby. Bite me, scratch me.. I can take it," he stares. "Can you?"

"Oo-hoo," you shiver feeling a threat laced in his words. "Getting a lil zesty ain't you? I like it." You sip your drink with your eyes still caught on his, neither of you breaking.

"Told you I have my kinks.. I just don't typically share'em."

"You should, I wanna know. Maybe we could uh.. Do something about it." You bite your lip wondering what possibilities lie ahead and he smirks.

"Ok. Hold that thought."

He slips under the table but it's open and anyone who's looking could see him down there.

"What are you doing," you whisper looking around subtly as his hand goes up your dress.

"Dropped my airpod."

"It's not in there, I swear," you laugh feeling his fingers burrow past your panties to rub your slit. You let your legs open a bit more to give him room to work despite the feeling of eyes on you. "Stop," you whisper, swatting at him. "People are looking."

He pats the ground and climbs back up to his chair, "Found it," he announces.

"You already knew where the clit was," you joke but he still looks like he's feenin.

"Baby I'm a be real right now," he leans in. "I'm horny as fuck and I need you to do something for me. Go wait in the car, I'm a pay and then I'm a come eat ya pussy in the backseat."

"Right now?!"

"Right now, baby. Get up. Go to the car."

You float straight to the door, not passing go. Then you wonder which car he meant, his or yours. Where is he parked?

You hit the extra keyfob on your keychain that's synced to his red BMW and head in the direction of the beep, finding him parked a few rows behind your car, between another red car and a black van. The backseat is clean and inviting. The grass seed and mulch he bought from Lowes must be in his trunk.

You suddenly hear a click and sliding door behind you and a man grabs you, pulling you backwards into the sus black van and closing you in. Nobody saw. You kick, but don't even get to scream because it happens so fast, one masked man muffling your mouth with a cloth in his hand that's clamped over your face. Another is squeezing your arms at your side and restraining you. They ballgag your mouth, put a blindfold on you, and zip tie your wrists behind you. They're silent and don't speak otherwise. It’s eerie, but luckily Erik is smart and tech savvy. He also doesn't play about his woman. He can track your phone and he's coming. He's gonna realize you've been taken and know what to do to find you quickly. They probably think you're alone.

Your job is to delay them for Erik. You struggle knowing you have no chance against two tall muscular men but they hold onto you as the van takes off, driven by a third to a second location approximately ten minutes away. They then pull you from the van, holding you up as you stumble in your heels, blinded. You're sat in and tied roughly to a chair with your hands still behind you as a gloved masculine hand wraps your jaw, you can feel the texture of the softened leather, but what does he want?

"I'll get you my pretty," he growls in your ear going down your spine and into your vagina deep inside. He takes the gag from your mouth.

“Erik, I oughta kill you. You scared the hell outta me! Feel my heart!” He’s laughing but your heart is legit racing. “Is that Meech behind me? Come here Meech so I can–OOH! Can’t stand you niggas!”

“Damn lil booger, you harder than I thought. I thought you’d be whimperin and snottin by now. You ain’t break a sweat.”

“Nah, she struggled but she was a G about it,” says Meech as Erik snickers.

“Uh guh-guh,” you mock. “Untie me now fuckin dickheads. MEECH! I was NICE to you! What the FUCK?!”

“Bye Meech!” Erik grips your thighs. You feel his minty breath on your face. “It's you and me, kid. All alone in a room. What exactly should I do to you?”

"Free my hands real quick, I wanna see somethin.."

"Cute," he pats your head. "Hold that thought."

He walks away briefly and when he comes back you holds something to your nose. You smell it, it smells like Lavender. You love lavender and the fact that he knows that.. one point for him.

He switches the smell. Vanilla. One more point. Your eyes roll in pleasure from the combination, it smells so clean and cozy and good.

He massages a hot liquid that smells like a mix of the Lavender and Vanilla deep into the muscles of your neck and shoulders rubbing out all the tension as if saying to your body 'relaaaax'.

"Mm. More of this," your head rolls, your neck feeling loose. "Oh god yes..Right in there."

Now the wonderful smell is staying with you because it's in your skin and you're feeling relaxed as you can with your hands tied, your waist tied to the chair, and your eyes covered.

You're not mad anymore. In fact, now that you know it's your goofy ah fiance and not some psycho you're a little stimulated by this naughty game. You didn't think he had it in him. "You can take the kink out of the shoulders, but you can't take it out of the girl. I'm still super turned on."

"Because you're a pervert.. But that's okay, I like a nasty, nasty lil slut. Long as you my nasty, nasty lil slut. I'm the only one who can kidnap you."

"You can do more than that."

You flinch the slightest amount when you feel a cold sensation on the side of your neck. It’s wet. It's ice and it slides spreading a chill over your skin wherever he moves it.

You feel his tongue on your neck where the ice was, licking the water droplets. "Let me finish what we started at Cheesecake, I've been craving you. I'm a untie you and I want you to strip for me, but keep the blindfold."

You stand with his help and he unzips the dress helping you so you can remove it. You can do the bra on your own, teasing it off slowly and your panties.

"Put your arms up."

You don't ask, you just do. Your arms are up. He ties your wrists once more and hooks the binding to something that makes it impossible for your arms to drop.

Another cold chunk of wet ice trails over your legs and up your thighs as you pick your leg up flamingo-style. It sounds like he's getting it from his drink or a cup of water. You hear his fingers slosh for the cubes wishing it was you he was fingering. The ice swipes up your spine and you get taller. His gloves are wet and ice cold touching your back. He uses those cold wet gloves to cup your breasts from behind, letting ice melt on both your rapidly hardening nipples as he kisses between your neck and shoulder. They feel frozen and too erect, a feeling that's both uncomfortable, mildly painful, and erotic.

"You smell.. delicious," he whispers. Your thighs squeeze together and you moan when he pinches your overly sensitive nipples, following with a simultaneous lil slap on both tits. You still have goosebumps everywhere.

He moves away and returns with ice in his mouth pushing it into yours when he kisses you, the both of you tonguing it until it melts. A new sensation tickles your bellybutton while his tongue is in your mouth. The soft tickling is then briefly on the side of your neck and inside your ear. You break the kiss hiding your ear on your shoulder. It felt like something crawling but it was Erik. You know it was.

"I don't like that one," you cringe as he teases you with it once more on your leg. He grabs your ankle and pulls up your foot, pulling off your heel just to tickle the bottom on your foot and snicker as you kick trying to make him let go. He knows you're very ticklish. "Stooop," you kick. You can feel it's a feather when he brushes the whole thing across your foot. He tickles the tip of it on your pussy next and you quickly close your thighs.

"Oh," he teases. "Sensitive are we? Let me bring you back down."

His follow-up is the hot liquid that you've determined is oil and you can't be anymore happy with this decision. He massages it into your entire body from your arms and your titties on down, spending extra time on your titties, molding and squeezing. You're still relaxed when he takes a fistful of your hair and gently tugs your head back, his other hand sliding down your stomach to your mound for a pussy massage. It feels so much different with a soft leather glove and you like it.

"Freaky lil slut," he moans. "Just for me though. Right?"

"Yes daddy."

His thick gloved finger slips inside of you. "Good girl."

He pulls that finger and it immediately pushes against your lips which you part to let it in your mouth. His other hand squeezes the sides of your neck with gradual pressure. Your hips roll in the air, your coochie aching for something to grind against. You want his face down there, but you also need him inside. You're starting to feel a little lightheaded, meanwhile his leather coated wet finger rubs, rolls and presses the distinct taste of your arousal on your tongue causing you to salivate. Drool leaks down your chin.

You like the intoxicating flavor and you make it hard for him to take his finger from your vacuum sealed lips. "Delicious," you smirk. He licks your chin collecting the spit and drooling it back into your mouth, sucking it right back off your tongue. can feel his touch on your waist and then your thighs.

He picks up your thigh and does what you've been waiting on, buries his lips into your cavern, moaning and licking you out as you grind his face, eyelids fluttering behind the blindfold. He drags his tongue to suck on your clit and pinches your nipple at the same time while you grind in his face. As you moan with him your muscles pulse with your orgasm. He continues as if you didn't just nut. You can picture his bearded, handsome face sticky with your juices. It's when he looks the sexiest, when he's coated in your fluids. You wish you could see him drowning in them.

When he's had enough you're still craving dick and he stands and wraps both of your legs around his waist supporting your full weight. Providing premium Grade A beef he bounces you up and down on his BBC as he grunts into you like a savage forcing you to cum all over his dick again and again.

"You're making a mess of me, I can't stop cumming," you whine. With wrists bound above all you can do is take it and love it, feeling your pussy stretch and slam on that thick pole.

"I love it when you fuck me like this daddy," you grit taking him with no choice, the thought has you cumming again, whimpering as you unravel in his arms. Meanwhile he sucks on your nipple because it's what he loves to do.

By the time he's satisfied with his orgasm that he loves to withhold to bust on your body, you're a mess. He stands you up and unbinds you, freeing you to sit in the chair to gather yourself, breathe, and remove your blindfold. There he is, face still dewy and beard juicy. You appreciate his dick, so beautiful and covered in you. Your reaction is to pull it to you and suck it, getting your flavor and his mixed in a tantalizing fusion. Your hand swirls on his shaft like your pussy and you replace it with your warm mouth. You swirl and spit and lick watching his dick jerk on its own and swallowing it up into your mouth again. When you rub his balls and do it, he cums again, this time in your mouth and you show it to him before you swallow.

He bends, kissing you open-mouthed once more.

"We still got the Halloween party tonight..," he says turning to find his pants on the bed. You finally look around and peep the location.

"Oh no. Speaking of a trick or treat. This is both, baby, I don't do motels. We can talk about this outside," you point getting up to put your dress back on. He zips you.

"It was just for the act babe."

"Yeaugh," you shiver in paranoia leading the way out and waiting for him to show you to his car so you can get in and relax for real. You fasten your seatbelt and turn down his radio a couple notches. "Did you pack up my food?"

"Yeees," he groans playfully. "Lil gremlin.. It's in the back."

#erik killmonger #bp #erik killmonger x black!reader #black panther fanfiction #a fave

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I love my Grumpy Bucky !! He’s secretly a softie , I know he is ! So I have another ask for him ! Bucky being a literal asshole to anyone and everyone !! Except his girl that he has heart eyes for . When he’s being flirted on he is borderline offended cause he very obviously has a girl and he’s not all that kind about turning girls down ! He’s ruthless when he’s training recruits , he’s an asshole to everyone . But his girl !? His sweet angel !? He is the softest human alive ! And Sam would tease him about it . One moment he’s longingly staring at you , tucking hair behind your ear and the next he’s staring daggers at Sam ! But then you hop on his lap and his back to being your sweet , soft boyfriend ! At home he’s laughing to something silly you’re doing , tackles you on the sofa and tells you how much he loves you ! He’s not shy of PDA either . Kisses too deep for people to be around , possessive hands . He just looks like a meanie when he’s out 😂

YES YES YES YES. Bucky's entire essence is being a complete teddy bear for you and you alone.

Honestly, imagine the new recruits are all whispering about getting to train with Sergeant Barnes.

"I heard he has a girlfrined through"

"Ugh"

"I know right?"

"How cares, we'll see how loyal he is when I'm grinding on his fat di-

"Oh my god, he's going to hear you!"

"Good, then he'll know what to expect"

Bucky heard it all and he's absolutely offended. He feels sick. How could anyone think they could replace his angel, fuck no. He's already stoic around everyone, but knowing the trainees are trying to get into his pants knowing he has a girl? He's ruthless.

First of all, he doesn't let them touch him. No. Ew. He calls over some of the senior trainees and directs them on what to do with the newbies, critiquing their form the entire time (not for no reason, but he's much less kind about it)

Imagine their faces when you walk into the gym and he just melts. He's such a puppy for you, his eyes are sparkling, hes grinning when you make your way over to him.

"Hi babygirl"

"Hi Sergeant"

Oh what that word does to him when it comes from your lips. He kisses you deeply, keeping his hands on you for longer than necessary. The girls are rolling their eyes and avoiding eye contact and honestly he doesn't care cause he's not doing it to show them shit. He's doing all this cause he's just that in love with you.

Sometimes, he gets lost in how adorable you look, just staring at you with heart eyes while you telling him about you day. He's playing with a piece of your hair, tucking it back and Sam is having a fucking field day with this. He can't believe what he's seeing, Bucky Barnes blushing and simping and so deep in love. Bucky's heart eyes disappear when he narrows his eyes at Sam, who is still snickering.

You don't even notice, you happily sit on his lap, still talking about your day and your little puppy is back, his nose is nuzzling your cheek, hes peppering kisses onto your face.

The team is watching a movie and he's making his way downstairs. All he sees is you. You grin when you see your boyfriend approaching, giving him grabby hands. He tackles you onto the sofa, kissing you all over, wrapping his arms around you, trapping you.

"Hi angel!"

"Hi baby bear" You giggle, your nose nuzzling with his.

The team doesn't know what to do with themselves, they don't understand what's happening.

"Did she just call him baby bear?"

"Yes"

"Am I high"

"Probably"

They get used to it eventually, but only parts of it. Bucky gives no fucks; he will pick you up and pluck you onto the counter, making out with you like a horny teenager, fucking 8 in the morning while Steve just wants to grab his coffee.

Possessive hands. All over. You're always in his lap, he's always touching you in some way. When he's really in a mood, he marks you, sometimes in places only you can see but when this one agent gets too close to you, he makes sure he marks you in a way no one will look at your twice.

But when he's back with you, wrapped in your warmth, you have your sweet teddy bear again and he'll never let you forget just how much he loves you.

#bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #fics #a fave

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Oooooh I have an idea !!!!!! Fuckboy Bucky falling in love with you ! He’s begging you for a chance , one which you deny continuously knowing his reputation. He sends you the fluffiest texts , pictures of things that remind him of you but you won’t budge ! And one night , you’re drunk while all of you are out ! He keeps you close all night and then he takes you home ! He’s a gentleman . So you’re more than surprised to find him sleeping on your couch the next morning !! He greets you with a smile and then you thank him , give him a small peck and finally grant him that date he’s been begging for months for

college fuckboy buck x f reader

OOOH I love Fuckboy bucky, his name is Bunky btws. Bucket is the cheater, Bunky is a fuckboy but he can be redeemed so we all still love him. "Come onnn y/n" Bucky groaned, having asked you out for the 4th time this year. "Please? Just give me a chance, one date, please?"

You rolled your eyes while he leaned against your car, having trailed behind you after your class finished.

"Please?" He gave you his best puppy eyes, his bottom lip jutting out into an almost convincing pout but you willed yourself to ignore how adorable he looked. No. It wasn't worth getting your heart broken.

"No thank you Barnes, I don't want to join your roster"

You got into your car, shutting the door without waiting for him to respond, mostly because you were worried you'd break and agree to going on a date. Bucky sighed, watching you pull out of the parking lot without looking back; he really did like you. A lot. He wasn't great with emotions, he bottled up his feelings and deflected his emotions. He distracted himself with girl after girl but you were never just a distraction. You were different to him. You were really sweet. You helped him with his papers. You helped him take notes in class. He didn't intend on falling in love with you but here he was now, begging and pleading and chasing, hoping one day you'd say yes.

*****

You heard your phone ping, opening your lock screen to see a text message from Bucky.

"Thank you for the study notes, you really are a sweet heart"

You shook your head, snorting to yourself, he was probably copying and pasting the same text message to the other four girls he spoke to in class. It was bad enough you actually found him cute; he was well aware of how charming he was. You truthfully hated it. He was attractive, sweet, tall and the biggest fuckboy you knew. He didn't do relationships. Your phone pinged again to yet another message. It was a picture of a little golden lab sitting in his lap, the both of them having nearly identical facial expressions. Large twinkling eyes, an innocent but not so innocent face, fluffy hair (and fur).

"Saw this puppy, thought you'd like it"

"Guess which puppy I was referring to"

"Get it? Because were both adorable?"

You bit back a smile, immediately frowning afterwards. No. You would not be going down that rabbit hole with him. You only gave him your number so you could arrange study meets but Bucky took advantage of it, sending sweet messages and pictures of things that reminded him of you.

"My ma found my teddy bear from when I was little, reminded me of the one you have on your lockscreen" (Picture of a fluffy brown bear with the words Baby JBB embroidered on the front)

"Remember when we got coffee after studying late at the library?" (picture of a coffee cup and heart sugar cookie)

"It's sweet like you" (picture of a mini cupcake)

You sighed, scolding yourself every time your heart fluttered. No. It didn't matter how much he tried. You wouldn't give in. You wouldn't budge.

*****

Your body felt heavy and light at the same time, just a couple of drinks in. More than a couple. Many. You could feel the bass of the music thump through your whole body, swaying freely on the club dancefloor, seeing a familiar face in the crowd off to the side.

"Y/n?"

"Buckkyyyy" You slurred out, giggling while you stumbled towards, falling into his arms. He caught you with ease, holding you close to him, his heart racing because he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable being so close to him. You bounced on your heels, still swaying to the music while still in his hold, completely in your own world.

"Careful doll, are you okay?" He chuckled while you gave him a hazy smile, your eyes glazed over, letting out a tiny yawn. Your face heated up hearing him call you doll, you hated how much it made you feel giddy on the inside.

"Yessssss" You nodded your head, your eyes closed because you were starting to feel tired. "M'not drunkkk"

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm, very sure Buck" You mumbled, burying your face into his chest, breathing in the scent of his cologne and something that was distinctly him. Like warmth...home...your heart...no. Nope. You tried to pull away but your body betrayed you, snuggling further into him as he held you.

“Think you might be lying y/n” Bucky snickered leading you to sit in a quieter lounge area of the club. You didn’t hesitate to crawl into his lap, throwing your arms around his shoulder with your face nuzzled into his neck. You squirmed until you felt comfy, sighing contently when you felt his arms around you again.

You pulled away from him suddenly, cupping his face to make him look at you; you looked at him with wide eyes as if you just realized something. Bucky watched you curiously, his heart braking because your adorable drunk antics were only making him fall for you more. He only wanted one chance.

“I think I like Bucky” You whispered while squeezing his cheeks together, making his lips pout. “I have a crush on him”

Bucky bit back a smirk, his cheeks blushing while you continued to look at him with owlish eyes, waiting for his response.

“Really? You think so?”

You nodded vigorously, slapping your hand over his mouth before he could say anything more.

"Shhhh don't tell anyone, its a secret" You continued to whisper, your hand trailing down to his chest to play with his chain. Bucky couldn’t tell what was worse; how sweet you were when you were like this, the fact that you just openly said you liked him and the fact that he had no chance with you. Even if your drunken ramblings were saying one thing, he didn’t want to keep pressuring you.

“M’sleepy” You stretched on him like a cat before snuggling into him again. Bucky smiled softly, carefully lifting you in his arms, getting into a cab to take you home.

“Do you have the keys doll?” Bucky gently nudged you while you clung onto him outside of your door, mumbling something about them being in your purse. Bucky fished them out, opening the door and carrying you in, kicking his shoes off before taking you to your room. You sighed happily feeling your soft bedsheets about to fall asleep again but Bucky wasn’t having it. He knew you wouldn’t want to just fall asleep with your makeup and dress on. He cleared a bit of space on your sink counter before coming to get you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” He carried you to the bathroom, setting you on the counter. He grabbed some of your makeup wipes, removing your makeup and lashes while you kicked your feet, looking at him with heart eyes. His touch was warm and gentle, grabbing a bit of moisturizer to finish off. He massaged your skin, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks, his heart beating out of his chest because he so badly wanted to lean in and kiss you.

“I brought you your sleepshirt bubs, I’ll be right outside the bathroom okay? Get changed and we’ll get you to bed”

You nodded, clumsily trying to unzip your dress but to no avail.

“Buckyyyyyy” Bucky poked his head into the bathroom, chuckling at your pouty face.

“What is it doll?”

“Take it off”

Bucky stared at you with wide eyes, had this been any other situation you wouldn’t have had to tell him twice. He held the strap of your dress up while unzipping it for you, making sure it stayed up before leaving the bathroom. You some how managed to get changed, leaning against the doorway for support while Bucky waited. He lifted you in his arms and helped you under the sheets before tucking you into bed. He grabbed a glass of water and some pain medication to keep by your bedside table while you started to fall asleep.

“Good night y/n”

“Good night baby” You smiled in your sleep, softly snoring within seconds. Baby. He knew he was head over heels in love with you. Bucky made his way to your living room, crashing on your couch for the night incase you needed anything in the middle of the night. He checked on you twice to make sure you were okay, blushing each time he saw your adorable curled up form. He would have given anything to be able to cuddle up with you and hold you close to him.

******

You rubbed your eyes, still feeling a little disoriented. You were home. How did that happen? You remembered dancing....and then...

You crawled out of bed, surprised to find a glass of water and pain meds on your bedside. Who put them there? You were grateful anyway, quickly downing all the water and taking one of the tablets. You made your way to the kitchen, gasping when you saw Bucky scrolling through his phone, sprawled on your couch.

“Bucky?”

“Good morning doll” He smiled up at you, his eyes still tired from checking up on you throughout the night.

“You brought me home?” He nodded while you hesitantly came and sat beside him, nervously biting on your lip. “You stayed here?” Some of the memories of last night flooding back. His soft hands on your face. Carrying you into bed. Tucking you in. You heard the door creak each time he checked on you.

While your heart melted, Bucky’s heart raced, fearing you thought the worst. The last thing he wanted was for you to think he took advantage of you. He scrambled to sit up properly, his puppy eyes wide.

“I promise nothing happened doll, you were tired so I called us a cab and brought you home. I helped you get ready for bed but I didn’t see anything, I just tucked you into bed and-

You lips pressed against his, cutting off his rambling,

“Thank you. Now about that date you’ve been asking for.....”

5 years later

Bucky spun you around, pulling you towards him, his hands holding your waist close to him. Every time you thought he couldn’t get more handsome, he’d some how one up your expectations. Tonight he was in a dark suit, his beard trimmed,

“Y’know, you admitted you had a crush on me that day” He whispered, a cocky little smirk playing on his lips.

“When” You narrowed your eyes while he chuckled, swaying with you on the dancefloor.

“The day you fell in love with me” He stated matter of factly, while you shook your head, your skin heating up. The affect he had on you never went away.

“Who said I fell in love with you Barnes. All I did was agree to go out on a date with you”

“And what else did you agree to” He wiggled his eyebrows, pecking a kiss onto your nose.

“I didn’t agree to anything else” You shrugged, giggling when he dipped you, nipping your jaw, earning a bunch of whoops and whistles from the crowd.

“Well you already said I do today, Mrs. Barnes”

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thehomierobbstark · 1 year

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I had an idea !!!!! Bucky and best friend reader making out . Not just once . Constantly. When they’re drunk at a party , they find a corner and start making out . When they’re sober and watching a movie , they make out cause the moxie was boring . And if anyone asks ? No they’re not dating . They’re just friends that like to kiss . And not just simple kisses . Sloppy full on make out session ! You can take this and do whatever you want with it

18+

We are talking sloppy sloppy. We are talking lips glossy, swollen and tender. Tongues laced with each other. Hands roaming wherever they want. Tangled in each others hair, up each others shirt, stroking thighs, stroking waists.

The drunk party set it off. Tequila for you and Asgardian mead for him, you'd both started off with giggling over nothing; neither of you can stop the way your eyes flick to each others lips.

"M'bored"

You huff and Bucky gets a bright idea, grabbing your waist and dragging you off to the quieter side of the room.

"Come here" He pulls you into his lap, cupping your cheek, lips brushing against his. You don’t hesitate, parting your lips, letting his tongue slip though, your hands grasping onto his shirt, wishing he could be even closer some how. He shifts so you can straddle him, his hands on your ass, while you run your fingers though his hair, soft moans and whimpers falling from both your lips.

“Isn’t this more fun” Bucky rasps, pulling away for air while you take in a breath, your forehead resting on his.

“Much better” You giggle, going in for his lips again, which he immediately reciprocates.

Most of the team see at some point but they shrug it off figuring you’ll both forget any of this happened by morning because everyone’s shit faced.

Except.

It’s movie night.

Everyone's sitting around the living room, snacks out, comfy blankets, and the movie is great. It's one of your favorites. But there's something else you'd rather do...

You're sitting beside Bucky in a large beanbag chair, glancing at him every so often, his lips are so much more interesting than anything happening in that movie. He catches you sneakily looking at him and it makes him smirk; he shifts so he can pull you a little closer to him.

"Buckyyy" You pout at him, hoping he can take the hint without you having to say anything. "M'bored"

He grins, tilting your chin up, pressing his lips softly against yours. It's dark enough that no one would really notice unless they looked directly at what you were both doing. You part your lips granting access for his tongue to tangle with yours, his hand moving to grasp the back of your neck. Your hands fist his shirt, tugging on his dog tags to keep him as close as possible, nipping his lip, making him groan. You could stay like this forever and be perfectly content.

Your both so lost in each other, you don't notice the lights turning on after the movie ends. OR screaming and howling coming from the team when they look down and see you sitting right in Bucky's lap, his hands carded through your hair, making out with you like its the one thing that's keeping him alive.

"HOLY SHIT"

"What the-

"WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?!"

"Do neither of you need oxygen?!"

"Bad Bucky"

You and Bucky yelped, breaking apart, feeling water hitting your face while Tony sprayed you both once more for good measure.

"Bad Bucky. Bad. Down"

"You wanna tell us what that was" Sam wiggled his eye brows while Bucky groaned.

"We were bored" He shrugged, his cheeks skill flushed and lips still plump. You nodded in agreement, while the rest of the team stared at you both. They have so many questions but don't even know where to start so they call it for the night.

Imagine they come down for breakfast and they find you on the counter, your legs wrapped around his waist, both of your plates still left on the counter because you got...busy.... Steve attempts to cough to get you both to stop but Bucky's to distracted, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other tugging your pony tail from your morning run. They all stand and watch for a while, Tony occasionally checks the time, a little impressed with just how long either of you can go without having to break apart for air. Sam finally breaks the silence, mostly because he's hungry.

"Okay, fucks going on with you both"

"What do you mean" Bucky's voice is breathless, his chest heaving. Neither of you even bother to look over, eyes still locked with each other, still glancing at each others lips.

"I've watched porn with less raunchy kissing than this" Tony snorted, while you both kept gazing at each other, clearly itching to jump at each other at any moment.

"We're just friends" Bucky helped you off the counter, hoping to drag you somewhere else because he wasn't done kissing you.

"Friends that kiss" You added, pulling Bucky by his wrist to go and make out somewhere else.

"I'm putting you both in separate cages!"

A few years later

"We are in the house of God, don't you dare pull that shit up here"

"I have no idea what you're talking about" Bucky snorted while Tony shook his head, rolling his eyes. Bucky could feel his heart race, while Steve squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

“I will pull out the spray bottle”

"You look gorgeous doll" Bucky whispered, holding your hands in his, itching to do the one thing he wanted to do so badly the moment he saw you that day, just a second longer...

"You may now kiss the bride"

His hands wrapped around your waist pulling you close, his lips smashing against yours. Your hands cupped his cheeks, moving your lips softly with his, the crowd erupting into cheers and happy tears while you both stayed lost in each other.

"I told you not to pull that shit up here!" Sam sniffled, grabbing a tissue from Steve, watching you both still softly kissing each other, unable to stop the little pecks and nips on each others lips. You finally broke apart, still giving each other heart eyes; no one else stole his breath away like you did.

"Friends that kiss, huh?"

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Hey honey ! I was wondering how are Bucky and reader from “Pocket Angel” 🙃

Original Concept here

They are doing amazing okay, let's see what's been going on since the team met you. The team loves you just as much. They love the softness you bring out of him and the sweet energy you have every time you’re around. The name baby bear stuck. You call him many things but the team can't get over baby bear, its adorable, it suits him perfectly and at this point Bucky doesn't even mind that everyone calls him that now too. He responds to it and it makes you giggle each time because he doesn’t even realize they hardly use his name anymore.

They cannot get over how much of a softie he is just for you. They think it’s the most precious thing in the world because he’s such a puppy when it comes to you, he becomes so pouty if he’s away from you for too long. If he’s on a mission away from you, you’re the only thing he’s thinking about.

"I miss y/n"

“Y/n would like this”

“Why so grumpy baby bear”

“I can’t sleep without y/n”

When he finally gets to see you again, he’s the first one off the jet.

"Angel!" He grins, running over to you and scooping you into his arms, showering you with 100s of kisses, taking you straight to his room for all the sexy times and cuddles.

Seeing Bucky soft was one thing but it’s also just seeing him happy and relaxed that gets them every time. Especially when they saw Bucky around the kitchen, baking with you, flour on his cheeks, icing on his nose. You’re both focused on icing sugar cookies, making each one look like a different Avenger, meanwhile the team pauses the movie they were watching because you and Bucky are so much cuter to watch.

On more than one occasion, the team has taken the long way to get to a different floor than cutting through he living room because Bucky had dimmed the lights, 40's music playing in the background while he sways and dances with you. He didn't mind if people walked by but no one ever wanted to interrupt your adorable little bubble, where he has you wrapped in his arms, dancing with you.

"You're my sunshine" He whispers to you, his forehead resting on yours, giving you all the soft kisses while dipping and twirling you.

“You’re my baby bear” You whisper back, burying yourself in the warmth of his chest.

Steve and Sam and have been sneakily capturing little moments with you and Bucky; the best pictures that would make a cute photo album for the day you get married because everyone knows it’s going to happen.

Pictures with you both asleep in your pillow fort.

Pictures with you both walking on the beach.

The both of you baking.

You’re little dances in the middle of the living room.

Bucky painting your toes.

Bucky giving you piggy backs.

Bucky snuggled up with your hoodie, using it as a pillow on the jet.

You’re both too adorable for words, and he’s so in love with you. The team is happy to see him glowing and finally living.

So so in love.

His little pocket angel is everything to him.

Imagine what would happen if something happened to his pocket angel.

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thehomierobbstark · 1 year

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Yess Daddy 🥵🥵🤤

Do Not Touch

Mayans MC

Summary: You ask EZ to pick a number between 1-30 and he has to deal with the consequences of his choices.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, teasing, masturbation, destruction of property

Author’s note: once again, this is @chibsytelford ‘s fault.

**Reblogs and comments are encouraged!**

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“Y/N?”

“In here,” you call out from your place on the bed. You almost felt bad at the urgency in EZ’s steps as he hurried to the sound of your voice.

“What do you need?” He asked, stepping in the bedroom, eyes darting around to try and find what prompted your text of needing his help with something as soon as he could get there. His eyes landed on the dining room chair sitting at the end of your bed, then he looked up. “Something wrong with the ceiling fan?” You follow his train of thought and giggle to yourself.

“The ceiling fan is fine, but there is something else in this room that needs attention.”

He drops his eyes to you, immediately catching on to where your thoughts were traveling. “Is that so, querida?”

Before he can climb on the bed, you put your hand on his chest to stop him. “But first, I need you to pick a number between 1 and 30.”

“Pick a number?” EZ stands up easily now, confused as to where you were going with this.

“I want to try something new, is that okay?”

His eyes soften, “Of course, we can try anything you want.”

“Okay, then pick.”

He squints down at you, sitting on the edge of the bed looking just a bit too innocent for his liking. “Do I want a high number or a low number for this thing you are trying?”

“Depends on how long you want the game to last.”

His squint turns into a smirk, “Well, in that case, I pick 25.”

“I was hoping you’d say something like that,” you say, pulling out your phone and hitting the app for the countdown timer, before showing it to EZ. “I get 25 minutes to do whatever I want to you and you cannot touch me.”

His eyes snap from the phone to your face, “What?” You climb off the bed, handing him the phone before tugging on his shirt to get it over his head. Once that is discarded, your start on his belt. “Querida, what is this?”

“Are you going to start the timer or are you letting me get some free minutes in here?”

EZ quickly thumbs the screen to start the timer on the phone before tossing it on the bed behind you as you are working on removing his pants. Once you get them down to his ankles you push him to sit in the chair at the end of the bed, before lifting first his left then his right leg to remove his shoes and clothing. As you straighten up between his legs, he brings a hand forward no doubt to pull you in for a searing kiss but you grab it before it can touch you.

“Nu-uh,” you singsong. “No touching,” you say, taking his hand and kissing his fingers before setting it back on his thigh. You stand up and slip off your own clothes before sliding back on the bed completely ignoring his nakedness.

“You want me to sit here and not touch you for 25 minutes?”

“Hey, you picked that number, not me. You could have said 5.”

“How was I supposed to -,”

The words die on his tongue as you lift your feet to his thighs, then drop your knees to the side, exposing yourself to him. His eyes are glued to your core and you swear you can feel the heat of his gaze. You use one hand to palm your breast, while dragging the other hand down your belly to between your legs, running your fingers over your folds, slipping one between them to help spread your wetness. “Do you see what you just being here does to me, Ezekiel?” When he doesn't answer you tip your head forward in time to see him dragging his hand down his face. “EZ?”

His eyes snap from your glistening core to your eyes. “Yea?”

“Do you see how wet you make this pussy? WIthout even touching it?” To make your point, you slip in two fingers, bringing your other hand down to rub at your clit.

“I see that, querida, tell me. How does it feel?” EZ asks, voice dropped so low, you could barely hear him over the sound coming from between your legs.

“It feels good, but not as good as when you do it,” you admit, adding another finger to your wetness.

“Then let me touch you,” he says, but he hasn’t moved to touch you yet though, respecting the rules of the game.

“Not yet,” you say, moving your fingers faster. You see movement but instead of touching you, EZ clasps his fingers on top of his head, the veins in his arms that you love so much starting to pop out of his arms at his resistance. The vision of EZ sitting between your legs has your breathing picking up and your orgasm on the edge. “I’m going to come, EZ, do you wanna see me come?”

HIs eyes haven’t left your fingers, “Yes, go ahead, come for me, I’m watching.”

You come almost immediately, removing your fingers, but rubbing your clit so he can see you spasm through your orgasm. In your own ecstasy you almost miss the moan slipping out of his mouth. He brings his hands down on your legs, but you quickly adjust your foot so it is placed in the center of his chest. “My time’s not up yet. No touching.”

He sighs, but puts his hands up. You slide your toes down his chest, dragging your toes over his erect cock, delighting in the sigh he lets out at the contact.

“On the bed, flat on your back,” you say, standing up to give him room, moving the phone showing 15 minutes left to the night stand.

He quickly gets into position laying flat on his back in the middle of the bed, hands at his sides. You take a moment just to drink him in, this strong, proud man, laying naked in your bed, letting you do whatever you want to him.

“Like what you see?”

You give him a sly smirk before climbing on the bed next to him. “This cock, EZ, it's a thing of beauty,” you say reaching out to wrap your hand around it. “It was made for me, look how perfect it fits.” You lean over and take him into your mouth, swallowing him down your throat until your nose was buried in his stubble.

“Jesus Christ,” EZ said, his hands coming to your head, so you pull off immediately.

“No hands,” you admonish.

“What am I supposed to do with them when you do something like that?”

You take his hands and guide them to the headboard, wrapping his fingers around the top. “Keep your hands here,” you say.

“Querida, I will rip this thing apart if you do that again.”

“I’ve been thinking of getting a new one,” you say with a shrug, resting your hands on his chest to bend down to give him a kiss. He meets your lips hungrily, glad to be able to touch you in this way at least. Using this distraction, you swing your leg over his hips, lining him up at your entrance by feel. When his head slides into place at your core, he breaks out of the kiss, gasping at the contact.

You brace yourself on his chest, pushing to slide down on his cock in one smooth motion. “Mmm, you feel so good inside me, EZ.” Rocking your hips forwards and back a bit, you allow yourself to get used to his size. You glance over at the clock, “Five minutes left. You think I can make you come before you can touch me again?”

You don’t wait for him to answer before you raise yourself on your knees almost to the tip and fall back on his dick, squeezing your inner muscles as you do.

“Fuck, Y/N,” EZ moans, eyes rolling back in his head. His reaction only encourages you to move faster, grinding your hips into his, raising yourself up and slamming down on him. You can feel the sweat starting to run down your back for as hard as you are working him over. You glance down at him and his eyes are lidded, darting between your face and where your bodies connect. His arms flexed, hard, veins popping out, fingers turning white against the headboard. Not slowing down your pace, you lean forward taking a nipple in your mouth, biting lightly on the left then the right. While swirling your tongue over his nipple, you thought you heard the headboard creak. You sit fully upright, causing him to hit a new delicious spot inside you, heat pools low in your belly and you know you are close.

“I’m going to come, baby, squeeze this cock for all it’s got,” you say, slamming your hips on his once more, when it all let's go at once. Your orgasm floods through your body, clenching around EZ. The headboard creaks and a crack appears right down the middle, and the timer on your phone goes off. Paying no attention to the timer, EZ’s hands latch onto your hips and he thrusts into you twice before pulling you to his chest and coming inside you. His hands are roaming all over your body like he is trying to make up for the last 25 minutes of not touching you.

You lift your head up and admire the crack in the headboard. EZ glances up, surveying the damage, “Sorry about that.”

You reach over and silence the alarm on your phone, only just noticing it was still going off. You shake the phone at EZ, “Wanna try tearing it down completely?”

He grabs the phone from you and hits start. “Yea, but this time, it's my turn to touch.”

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