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I think too much in real life to fully let myself enjoy some activities so I'm going to live vicariously through the characters I write 🙃
He's here for pleasure. You're not under any illusion about his intentions. Sure, he'll let you snuggle up beside him afterwards, playing with the little soft curls on his chest. He'll kiss your forehead and smooth your hair and you'll laugh together about the silliest things but it's no secret that it's the sex that keeps him coming back.
Secretly, it's exactly what you need too. It works well for both of you. You get someone who has the confidence and experience to show you things you didn't even think you'd be into and you get to simply enjoy the way he gets off on pleasuring you. There's no need to feel shy around a man who's told you his secret filthy fantasies.
"What's one thing you've always wanted to do but have never had a chance to?" You probe one evening, taking your necklace off and placing it on the bedside table, well aware he's probably wearing more of your lipgloss that you are after the way he greeted you at the hotel room door.
You hop onto the bed to take your shoes off, enjoying how the mattress bounces you slightly.
He doesn't answer right away, pouring two glasses of a sweet, chilled Riesling before handing one to you. You take a sip, trying not to put him under pressure but the time he's taking to consider your question makes you even more curious.
"If I tell you, I'd like you to try it with me. So how badly do you want to know?" He stands in front of you and places the glass to his lips and in that moment, you couldn't want anything more than you want to fulfil a fantasy for him. You want to be something he's never had and offer him opportunities to enjoy your body that he might never have again.
"Tell me. We'll do it." You hardly even have to think about it.
"I'd like to lick you. All of you. Run my tongue all over your body. Find what makes you shiver. Find what makes you moan. Find the places that are so ticklish you need me to stop. I want to lick all the places you've never been licked before. If you'll let me." He really could make anything sound appealing.
Excitement fizzles in your core and a real desperation begins to build. Just being around this man makes you wet so you can't help the fact you're ready for him already.
"If that's what you want to do, I'll let you." If you're honest with yourself, you'd probably agree no matter what he asked for. You trust him enough to know he won't take you further than you're comfortable with.
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You knew what you were signing up for but you didn't think it'd feel like this. Why the hell haven't you tried this before?
He's kneeling at the end of the bed, stroking his cock while his hot, wet, stiff tongue flicks gently against your asshole and there's no denying how much you're enjoying the pressure there. You couldn't hide it if you tried. You're so wet, you're practically dripping and it only spurs him on. It's intimate in a way you don't think you'll ever recover from while being one of the most erotic things you think he's ever done. There's nothing to be embarrassed about it when it's clear he's enjoying it just as much as you are. Maybe more.
The way you're gripping his hair has you wondering whether the strain on his tongue or his neck will overwhelm him first but he shows no signs of relenting. That is until he stands up, already looking delightfully over-pleasured and sinks his cock into your fluttering, neglected cunt without a word.
If he goes too fast it's all over and he knows it but he can't resist holding both of your ankles, watching you while he places open mouthed kisses to the soles of your feet, thrusting into you with slow, calculated strokes.
#becca writes spice#becca's thots#dbf!bucky#dads best friend! bucky#I just want to get some of my personal needs out before I go back to writing requests#I have a couple more fantasies that I can't shake so I'll have to write those soon#I had an assignment due this afternoon and oh boy#Leaving it to 9pm last night before I got started was a plan that I knew would suck#but I was in my second job all last week and couldn't be bothered starting any earlier than that#so I worked from home today to tackle the sleepies#and I spent all day working from bed with an Easter egg so like... pretty good Monday#tw: alcohol mention#tw: alcohol#can you tell I've been to one single wine tasting event 💅🏻
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Honestly, it might not be everyone's thing but the thought of sweet, domestic free use makes me purr 😵💫
Just the thought of baking in the kitchen with some quiet music playing that you can't really hear when the mixer is running. Wearing a cute little dress with an apron on top, knowing that your husband has been enjoying the way the hem flutters just above your knees.
Bucky's always been full of compliments but never more so that when you're making him his favourite sweet treats. He appreciates you. All of you.
"Such a good little wife for me." He's been sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for your mixer to finish incorporating the dry ingredients into your chocolate brownie batter.
With your back to him, he can't see the smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. He can't see the joy you feel at being able to show him how much you love him.
"You're so gorgeous, do you know that?" He's already crossed the space between you, standing behind you and trailing his lips up your neck.
His hands feel huge on your waist and you feel how desperate you are to melt against his broader frame. You're safe and loved and appreciated and it makes you want all of him.
"I think you'll like the panties I'm wearing." You whisper, trying not to look at him as the kisses to your neck pause.
One hand slips from your waist, under the hem of your dress, trailing up the outside of your thighs.
He doesn't know whether to expect lace or cotton or silk or something else entirely but his breath catches in his throat when he finds nothing. No fabric at all. Just more soft, warm skin.
"Fuck sweetheart, you've been at home all day with no panties on?" The hand disappears and you hear your husband undo his belt buckle.
"No, I took them off before you got back." Somehow he likes that answer more. They came off just for him.
"You must've been hoping I'd take care of you." He gives his stiffening cock a few strokes before pulling your dress up and bending you over slightly.
His tip has no trouble slipping inside you, followed quickly by the rest of his length. You're almost embarrassingly wet just from knowing that he was looking at you.
"Just you keep doing what you're doing. Don't let me distract you." He groans as he thrusts into you, enjoying the tight, wet heat of your body and the way you try to turn your attention back to your mixing bowl.
#becca's thots#becca writes spice#I'm a sucker for the illusion of domesticity#I bake a lot these days and it gives me a lot of time to think#and in another life I opened my own bakery#I have an assignment due next Monday#and I'll write anything but that assignment rn
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Since it seems everyone is as horny as I am about men cumming quickly, let’s keep talking about it 🤤
The very second your lips touch Bucky’s, you feel how eager he is already. His lips are warm and plump and slick and insistent, gliding against your own with a hunger you can only hope to match.
His hands trail over your body, touching you with an urgency you’re very much enjoying. His fingertips dig in a little, making you feel like he craves you and it’s entirely dizzying.
“This isn’t fair. You get me so worked up.” He’s practically panting through kisses to your neck, nipping and biting his way to your breasts, encased in the pretty lace he picked out for you.
The thick outline of his cock is more than distracting and even in the dim bedroom light, you notice the sheen of precum that has soaked through his thin underwear.
He kisses your breasts tenderly, not removing your bra just yet. He wants to enjoy it; he wants to be able to call on the memory whenever he needs it.
“Fucking perfect.” He moans, letting his hand trail between your thighs, finding you wetter than he could’ve dreamed.
“Not yet.” You tease, removing his hand and sinking to your knees in front of him, pulling his underwear down his toned legs. His hard length bobs in front of your face, the tip wet with his own arousal and your mouth waters at the thought.
“Prove you can handle my pussy. Show me you deserve it.” Your hand wraps around the base of his cock while your tongue flicks against the tip, savouring the taste of him.
You pump your hand in time with your mouth, pausing every now and again to take as much of him as you can.
Your soft moans are nothing compared to his.
Fuck, he’s lost in the feeling of your warm, wet, sinful mouth and the thought of you swallowing his load.
“Babe please, slow down.” You hear him moan and it makes slowing down the last thing on your mind.
“Don’t you dare.” You take just a second to breathe before you’re back to stroking and sucking his faster than before. He’s not going to last. He knows it. So do you. That’s exactly what you want.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He groans, desperately trying not to but that’s hard when he’s watching your pretty face and focusing on the way your lips look wrapped around his dick.
It’s a toss up. In your mouth or over your face? It hardly matters when you have him exactly where you want him.
#becca’s thots#becca writes spice#sub!bucky#needy!bucky#idk what I’m doing on this account anymore tbh#a break from it might help#But I know I’d probably never go back to it#maybe it’s just the Sunday sads idk#I had such a lovely night last night too#I made burgers and brownies and my own icecream#And then I made cinnamon rolls for my family#everything was great#and now I feel like 💩
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I’ve been enjoying some premature ejaculation thoughts recently and it’s probably time to talk about them before they makes me even dizzier 🤤
Just the thought of slipping Bucky’s thick, leaking dick slowly inside you while you’re on top. The glide down on top of him is wonderful and when he’s as deep inside you as you can manage, you take a second to just enjoy feeling stuffed full.
You feel him throbbing inside you, his dick twitching and although he’s trying to keep it together, he’s determined not to let you know that.
After a couple of seconds, you raise your hips and let them fall again, working just a couple of inches towards the base of his cock.
You do the same again a few more times, barely establishing a rhythm before you feel Bucky’s grip on your hips tighten. “You have to slow down for me, sweetheart.”
The strain in his voice floods you with panic for a second and you stop moving.
“Does it hurt? We can try a different position if you like.” You cradle his face with one hand while holding yourself up with the other, staying as still as possible.
“It doesn’t hurt. Just might not last very long like this. Feels so good.” He’s a little embarrassed to admit it but he’s got nothing to worry about.
“Oh? You like this?” You roll your hips once more and enjoy the sharp intake of air it forces into your partner. “Is this too much for you?”
He nods sheepishly, aware of how much he wants this but of how much he wants to please you too.
“You gonna cum inside me already?” You tease, biting your bottom lip while you raise your hips up, letting him slide almost entirely out of you before sinking back down.
The moan it draws from him is beautiful but you’re not stopping there. “You are, aren’t you? You’re going to stuff my pretty pussy full of cum for me. Gonna make sure you have nothing left tonight.”
“Fuck, fuck.” He groans, his hands gripping your waist, pressing you down so he can finish as deep inside you as he can. His face is scrunched in pleasure while his hot cum shoots in thick ropes against the walls of your eager pussy.
There’s something so satisfying in the knowledge that it took no time at all for him to finish and if the rest of the evening is like this, it’ll be a whole lot more fun than you imagined.
#becca’s thots#becca writes spice#subby!bucky#Idk this scratches such an itch for me#brain starts purring at the thought of this#and on a more wholesome note#I planted some strawberry seeds this week!!#really excited about them#I hope they turn out okay 🥺
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Last week I had a full 9-5 day of meetings with no break but it really got me thinking about how much more fun that could’ve been with my Bluetooth controlled vibrator 🙈 Especially with someone like CEO!Bucky who has your calendar and knows what a long day you have ahead of you.
You received a message early in the morning telling you to make sure your toy was fully charged and slipped inside you by 9:30 and there was no way you weren’t going to follow that instruction.
The anticipation alone was enough to let the toy slip in easily and you found yourself distracted enough to almost forget it was there by 10am.
Around 10:15 you felt it start up and it almost made you jump. It wasn’t too intense, just unexpected but you could tell you’d kept control of your expression. People probably wouldn’t notice on a video call anyway.
‘That’s nice.’ You send the text off quickly, hardly looking away from the laptop screen.
‘Good. I’m pacing you.’ The reply almost drew a shiver from you. You can just imagine yourself sitting here all day, writhing in desperation by 5pm.
Incrementally, the intensity of the toy creeps up and up over the next hour until it reaches around half its maximum intensity and then it drops off again.
You’re convinced you’re bound to be dripping. Your panties are absolutely soaked through, the insides of your thighs are slick under your dress and you almost whimper each time the toy changes slightly.
‘Still enjoying yourself?’ The text makes you hesitate because you’re almost not sure that you are. Do you need more or less? Any more and you’ll undoubtedly cum and you’ll have to hide it from the people on the screen. Plus, you’re quite confident that your climax won’t be a reason for him to stop. If you ask for less though, you’re stuck here all day, unsatisfied and frustrated.
‘Fuck, yes.’ That feels like the best response you can manage.
‘Good.’ You hardly have a chance to read the notification before the toy ramps up inside you, far more intense than the 50% you’d been getting.
The vibrations are wonderful and within a few seconds, you’ve flicked your camera off so you can grind you hips pathetically, riding out an incredibly overdue high against your office chair.
It’s not long after that the toy drops back down again, slowing to a light buzzing that keeps you dizzy but not overworked.
‘If you turn your camera off again, I might just bend you over your desk and let them all watch while I fuck you myself.’
#becca’s thots#becca writes spice#ceo!bucky#Bucky Barnes smut#Bucky Barnes x reader smut#I can’t lie besties#the Sunday evening scaries have got me#and it’s been a while#probably gonna go have a bath with my new book and try to chill#I’m so tempted to quit my second job rn#I’m just so tired#all the time#and I have so much I want to do but no time to do it
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“Daydreams” by We Three has me thinking the most delightful thoughts about that lovely, big, strong man letting his girl take care of him and I can’t clear my head.
Just the thought of Bucky losing it slightly when you’re on top, groaning into the crook of your neck. The glide of his cock into your soft, slick heat is mind numbingly wonderful for both of you but he’s really showing it.
His fingertips are digging into your thighs, trying to keep you close, desperate for you to either slow down or speed up but he’s not entirely sure what he needs more.
“You like that?” You tease, kissing his forehead and basking in a moan from him that verges on pathetic.
What a silly fucking question. He’s not sure he’s ever liked anything more. He’s getting a chance to appreciate the way you feel around him without needing to do anything more than just sit there and enjoy you.
“Love it. Love how you feel.” He’s a little lost as his hands stray up your body to hold and squeeze your breasts.
“Good.” You hum before his mouth latches on to one of your nipples, teasing the sensitive bud with his teeth and tongue.
He’s so beautiful like this. Your fingernails scratch soothingly against his scalp, encouraging to keep up his good work while you continue to let your body rise and fall on his cock.
“Fuck.” He groans, not releasing his mouth from your breast. He wants this to last forever but he’s entirely conscious it’s not going to.
“Don’t you dare.” You warn, pausing your methodical grind, giving him a second to make sure he doesn’t finish too quickly. You reach over, pulling out a pair of fluffy handcuffs you’d tucked behind a pillow earlier. “We haven’t even got to the really fun part yet.”
#becca’s thots#becca writes spice#needy!bucky#subby!bucky#sub!bucky#posting on a Thursday?? wild.#I had oysters today#and I swear I’ve been worked up ever since#then I heard that song and it’s all I can think about
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Head full of thoughts which feature bondage tape rn 😵💫 it’s definitely something I see dbf!bucky being into
It’s a lovely, safe way to start dabbling in bondage play. He lets you feel it before he binds your wrists, letting you appreciate just how thin the material is. It isn’t sticky. It won’t hurt. It’ll just stop you from using your hands for a little while.
“Fuck, you’re pretty like that.” His voice is a hushed whisper, enjoying the sight of your wrists bound together, anchored to the headboard.
You’re naked in front of him, your pleasure is entirely his responsibility and he knows you trust him with it.
But dear god, he wants to be selfish. He wants to indulge himself, to tease you with his fingers and tongue until you’re quivering and desperate. He wants to edge you until you’re begging, squirming underneath him but unable to give yourself the sensation you need to finish.
He wants that but that’s not what tonight is for. No matter how his cock twitches at the thought, tonight is about easing you in; letting you build your trust in the tape.
“You. Are so beautiful.” He brings your knees to your chest, binding your legs around the knees and once more around the middle of your thighs. With your body like that, it gives him perfect access to your glistening, soaking wet sex.
“You’re practically dripping.” He muses, slipping two fingers inside you, amused at the way you squirm when he curls them inside you.
“Fuck, that’s so good.” You whine, letting him hold your legs pressed where he wants them, taking the sensation for as long as he’ll give it to you.
He can’t wait much longer and in no time, he’s replaced his fingers with his cock, sinking into you as deep as he can.
The angle is overwhelming and you feel the tip of his cock rub the sweet spot inside you with every frantic thrust.
His thumb rubs your clit while he uses you and something in you wants to imagine that’s what he’s doing. He’s using you. He’s taking his pleasure from your fluttering, needy little hole and the thought of being nothing more than a toy for him has you closer to orgasm faster than you thought possible.
#becca’s thots#becca writes spice#dbf!bucky#bucky barnes x reader smut#bucky barnes smut#I’m backkkkk#I’ve felt pretty icky about myself recently and couldn’t get in the mood to write anything worth posting#so I’m easing myself back in slowly#I have a couple of requests I really want to get to too#trying to be patient with myself#tw: bondage
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The need that I have for early morning, tender sex with Dbf!bucky that gets a little frantic and really passionate 😵💫
Especially if you tend to drift apart in your sleep. It feels so much nicer to curl up against him again the next morning, stealing some of his heat and enjoying the way that he smells so familiar to you now.
You can't help but feel a softness in your chest when he sleepily pulls you closer, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head with his eyes still closed. If nothing else, you feel incredibly safe with your bare chest pressed to his and your limbs tangled together comfortably.
The sunlight has just managed to creep through a gap in between the curtains, illuminating the few grey hairs peppered across your partner's hairline and you swear he's never looked more beautiful.
He's more awake than he'd lead you to believe though. His eyes are barely even open before he's tilting your chin up, making it easier to capture your lips with his.
"Good morning." He mumbles in his deep morning voice when his lips part from yours.
"Hi." You can't help but smile, wiggling your body against the bulge in his underwear. "It's a great morning."
He can't help but roll his eyes at your enthusiasm.
"Didn't I take good enough care of you last night? You still want more." He pretends he's insulted but secretly, he's pretty damn pleased. You want him; plain and simple. You don't dress it up or play it off. Don't we all want to be wanted?
"See, that's the problem. You were too good to me last night. And now. I'm all worked up." You slip kisses to his neck and shoulders in between your sentences, hoping that it really drives your point home.
"You're a handful." Bucky teases, tilting your chin up once more, letting his lips collide with yours before allowing his tongue to do the same. It feels like his hands are all over your body at once, teasing and rubbing and gripping you, getting you even more worked up.
It's not long before he's got your leg hooked up over him and he's slipping his cock into you. The glide is that much easier given that he finished inside you just a few hours ago and the thought of that alone makes you even wetter.
Bucky's low groan as he slides into you is addictive. He's clearly still sensitive but it feels too good for either of you to stop now.
"Such a good girl. You take me so damn well." He's babbling already, eyes rolling back as he presses as deep inside you as possible, giving you a chance to take a breath before he starts to work your body in a way that no one else has ever managed.
#becca's thots#becca writes spice#dbf!bucky#dad's best friend Bucky#This is the silly one scratching an itch in my brain rn#I am a real morning person#I hardly make it past midnight these days#I've also had a lot of thoughts about the filthy things that could be done while one party takes a work call 😏#Might have to write that
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thinking about mating press with beefy!bucky. all that weight on top of you, knowing for certain he’s about to breed you?? ughhh
Oh God yes, the thought of this makes me fucking purr 🤤
Just the thought of his thick, slightly curved cock sliding as deep inside as you can take. The feeling of his tip rubbing against your cervix before he withdraws, pulling almost entirely out of you before he glides back in again.
"Good girl, 'm so proud of you. Cum nice and hard for me, I've got you. You're safe." He holds you so close, letting you sob your pleasure against his neck while he works you through another orgasm. It's tender and romantic and loving and you're beyond aware that this man makes you insanely wet.
Your thighs are still trembling as you come down from your high. Each thrust now feels like it's almost too much but with the way Bucky's groaning, he might not be able to keep it up for much longer.
"Fuck, you feel like Heaven. This pretty little pussy was made for me. Made to be mine." His thrusts are punishing but it's an addictive feeling. "I'm going to fill you. I'm not going to pull out. Going to give you a baby."
You're almost surprised how badly you want that but it's very hard to find the words to tell him; not when his thrusts are beginning to stutter and his high seems to get closer and closer.
"I'm going to fuck a baby into you." His hand holds your chin, making sure he can see your eyes. The evidence of pleasure written all over his face might've been enough to convince you that you could handle another orgasm but you'll still not quite sure that's a good idea.
Within a few more seconds, his cock is throbbing inside you, shooting stripes of hot, thick cum right against your cervix. He looks entirely content with his decision, pressing as deep as he can so you can feel him pulse and twitch.
There's not much you need to say to each other for a few seconds. Instead, it's nice to just listen to you both trying to catch your breath while your partner floods your waiting, fluttering sex with his cum.
#asks answered <3#becca writes spice#beefy!bucky#beefy!bucky smut#the sleepies have hit me hard this week#I had a really productive day today though#Washed and dried all my new tableware and assigned it a cupboard to live in#Had a lovely afternoon just listening to some Hozier and getting my kitchen looking nice#I've had this one really filthy thought that I might just have to find the time to write this week
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Cannot stop thinking about making a really submissive Bucky cum until he can't anymore 😵💫
I love the thought of working load after load from him and the way that he'd go from being pretty quiet and composed to whimpering and writhing, unsure if he needs more or less of your touch.
Getting him to a stage where he feels empty. He feels like he has nothing left to give you. You've made him watch as you jerk him off with a delightfully lubed hand, squeezing and tugging until his cock is twitching and throbbing and shooting thick, messy stripes of cum against your palm. You don't stop after he's finished though. His release only makes the glide of your hand smoother and the sight of his own pearly cum being worked back over his cock makes him hard again in no time.
"Please." He groans, throwing his head back, exposing his beautiful throat. Your hand tightens around his cock involuntarily and you find yourself almost wishing you had your other hand around his neck. "Please don't make me cum again. I-I can't."
Bless him, his strong thighs are twitching, his muscles tense, trying to force his body to listen to his brain for just a second.
"Sweetheart, I don't think you're empty yet. You gave me so much cum just a few minutes ago." You let yourself give in just a little, leaning over and kissing along the column of his throat, enjoying the light salty perspiration against your lips.
Bucky rolls his hips but it's hard for him to tell if he's trying to lean into your touch or away from it. In truth, he loves feeling like this. He loves having his cum milked from him and having no choice but to enjoy the mind numbing pleasure of your body.
His thighs are streaked with evidence of his own lust and he's almost ashamed that he's still hard. Not just as hard as he was when you started though.
"F-Fuck." The slick sound of your hand pumping him quickly is overwhelming. Your grip is tight on his shaft while you cup his balls, squeezing and teasing them gently, encouraging them to work overtime for you.
"I can't cum again. I can't." Bucky pants, whimpering when he forces his eyes to meet yours again.
"You told me that last time. I'm not sure when you decided it would be a good idea to lie to me but I promise you, it isn't." Your tone would make him tense but he's tense already, trying to hold back an orgasm he truly doesn't need.
"This is the last orgasm I want from you. You can manage it for me, can't you?" You sound so sincere this time, he can't help but agree.
"Good boy. Now cum nice and hard for me. I want to hear how pathetic you sound."
For the next few minutes, there are no sounds except the delightfully wet sound of your hand working lube and cum against his dick and the frantic moans of a man reaching a level of pleasure that verges just nicely on painful.
When he does cum, you let it splash against your palm once more and you notice how little he's able to provide you with. He's entirely empty, legs shaking but babbling how grateful he is for the way you touch him.
Now that he's spent, it feels like your turn to enjoy yourself while he watches and nothing sounds better than touching yourself with the hand that's covered in his cum.
#becca's thots#becca writes spice#subby!bucky#sub!bucky#it's official#I have the keys to my new house!!#I went over really early this morning and got started on my unholy deep clean#If it can be bleached I will bleach it#if it can't be bleached I will scrub it until it wishes it could've been bleached#and it's silly because it's really clean already#it's nice to get in and start planning my projects though#I'm thinking a little log burner in my main living room#my bedroom only really needs to be repainted so I'll do that by the end of the week#and then I'll move on to the kitchen but that'll be a bigger project
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I know I'm a week late (oops) but the thought of spending a smutty New Year's Eve with Bucky 👀
The thought of his plump, soft lips peppering kisses up your sensitive inner thighs while the quiet groan that slips from you hangs in the air.
Your fingers weave through his hair, encouraging him to focus his attention on the task at hand.
You hear him moan quietly, trailing his lips higher to meet the soft, soaking wet folds of your sex and he doesn't waste any more time. He kisses over your body gently at first, losing himself in the feeling of your copious slick arousal coating his lips.
Very soon after he's begun, he can't seem to get enough. He's hungry for this. His tongue licks broad strokes from your throbbing clit to your fluttering entrance and back again, lapping at your body like the taste is everything he's ever needed.
He's gripping your hips and thighs, hoping to be able to press you tighter against his mouth since nothing feels like it's enough for either of you.
Not until his tongue dips into your entrance, lapping your arousal right from the source. This is what he needs. He's spent far too long craving your taste; whole evenings spent pleasuring himself, doing his best to remind himself of how it feels to be exactly where he is right now.
He's achingly hard, no doubt about it but he's not ready to think about that yet. Not even close.
In the distance you hear the soft pop and fizzing of fireworks, marking the turn of the New Year. You can't see them but you don't need to. You'd far rather focus on the New Year's kiss you're receiving.
#becca's thots#becca writes spice#I couldn't let this thought go so I just decided to write it#finding it really hard to get motivated to write anything atm#everything I write is feeling really repetitive#idk I'm just feeling a little off at the minute#starting to wish I'd taken a break over Christmas instead of working in the coffee shop
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As a romantic, sentimental shit, I decided to add a little spin off to the Moving In series.
While I'm not a huge fan of Christmas, Christmas Eve always felt really special to me. Christmas Eve traditions in our family have changed a lot over the years but I'm really excited to start my own! I've been trying to imagine what my perfect Christmas Eve would be like next year and it'd be pretty damn close to this.
If you celebrate it, have a lovely Christmas tomorrow! If you don't, I hope you have a wonderful day!
There's no way to keep the cat off the twinkling fairy lights on the tree. You've tried every trick the internet could offer but nothing stops her; except her own sleepiness.
After a long afternoon fighting the lights (and losing), she's curled up in the armchair, peacefully sleeping.
The tree is safe.
For now.
"Your fluffy murderer is asleep." Bucky hums contentedly, pulling you impossibly closer to him on the sofa.
"Good." It's about time. Even the TV playing Olaf's Frozen Adventure doesn't seem to be disturbing her and she loves that movie.
You're surprised the heat hasn't knocked Bucky out yet. Between your body heat, the matching pyjamas you're both wearing and the glowing embers of the fire, you're surprised he's not asleep too.
"What's Santa bringing tomorrow?" Bucky teases, running his hand from your hip to your waist, slipping his hand under you top and letting it rest there.
"I don't know! Hopefully the stand mixer I asked for... Maybe some baking supplies... Some cat treats maybe." You smile at the thought and feel Bucky laughing against your back.
"That cat of yours has not made it onto the Nice List, sweetheart. No chance. Santa won't be visiting her." His lips are curled into a smile as they drift from your collar, up the back of your neck.
"She's been good the rest of the year. She's only been naughty since I put the tree up." You feel like you have to protest on her behalf, even though you know Santa will be bringing her plenty of cat treats.
"So there's hope for you too then if that's how Santa works. If he excuses short bursts of naughtiness, you might still make it." His hand trails its way back to your hip, slipping just under the waistband of your pyjama shorts.
"I've been good this year and you know it!" You tease, pressing your ass back against him.
"Oh see no, this is naughty." Bucky corrects you, kissing your neck with a little more pressure.
"I don't think so. You seem to like it so this is me being nice." You wiggle your ass against the front of his pyjamas, enjoying the evidence of his interest.
"Don't argue sweetheart, that'll put you firmly on the Naughty List." He knows you hate reasoning like that.
"Well, if you've been so good this year, what's Santa bringing you?"
There's a short pause but the kissing over your neck doesn't stop.
"I don't know... I don't need anything." He didn't ask you for anything for that same reason. "I have everything I need here."
"That's gross. Grow up." You know he can't see the way that made you smile so you're free to affectionately bully him for saying it.
"You're so right." He laughs, somehow shuffling even closer to you.
"I'm sure if I got down on my hands and knees in front of the tree and looked right in at the back, I could find a gift with your name on it." You go back to rubbing your ass against his crotch, tempting him to escalate.
"Sweetheart, that view alone would be enough of a gift." He's got a special way of making you feel like a temptation, without ever objectifying you. God, he's wonderful. "But I want to see that pretty face. I want to lay you down under your tree and unwrap my gift properly."
"Unwrapping your gift early will put you on the Naughty List!" You try to feign disgust at the very suggestion but really, that's all you want.
"Then I'll be the happiest man on the damn Naughty List this year." He laughs, scooping you up and laying you down on the plush carpet.
"You're more of a terror than the cat." You giggle before his lips are pressed to yours, kissing you with an intensity you really quite enjoy. His tongue slips past your lips, rubbing against your own and it's almost dizzying to start so intensely.
Your fingertips dig into his broad, muscular back and shoulders. It's easy to let need cloud your brain and he doesn't seem to mind as he sheds his pyjama top.
"We aren't matching anymore." You smile, reaching for the bottom of your own top, pulling it off in one swift motion.
"Excuse me. You're unwrapping my present for me." Bucky pretends to be horrified but your decision has its perks. He's now got full access to your breasts and it's like Christmas came early for him.
He wastes no time, sucking and kissing and licking your breasts. His tongue flicks over your stiff nipples, enjoying the way the sensation makes you squeal and writhe under his mouth.
"Bucky... Please." You whine after a while, desperate for him to move on.
"Someone's needy." Bucky smiles, raising an eyebrow before he reaches down to remove the bottom half of your pyjama set.
Fuck, he's not wrong. His fingertips trail against your sex, checking to see whether you're as aroused as you sound and he's almost surprised to find you are.
"God, you're so wet. I'm going to make this pretty little pussy gush for me." He slips a thick finger into you, followed by a second and he's thrilled to realise you'll be able to take him already. He can take the edge off for you now and then take his sweet time licking his own load out of your fluttering cunt once he's given you what you need.
"Please." You whimper, noticing he's offered you nothing awfully useful. He hasn't curled his fingers to stroke your walls, he hasn't moved at all actually.
"I wanted to take my time with you." Bucky begins, removing his fingers and taking off his pyjama bottoms. "But that's not what you want right now, is it?"
You shake your head, giving in to your own desperation freely, knowing he'd want you to be honest.
"That's okay, sweetheart. Let's take good care of you." The residual heat of the fire warms your bare skin as Bucky arranges your thighs, settling himself between your legs.
"Good girl." Bucky hums, dragging his thick, bare cock through the evidence of your arousal, coating himself in the slick mess between your legs. "So pretty for me."
He watches the way your body accommodates him so willingly and your whines remind him not to keep you waiting.
His thick, leaking tip presses to your entrance and the feeling of him sliding into you is breathtaking. It always is.
Both of you stop breathing for a few short seconds until he's slid the whole way home, buried as deep inside you as your bodies will allow.
"Hey, look at me." Bucky whispers, holding the side of your face gently with one hand, making you realise you'd closed your eyes.
"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He begins to pull back slowly before pressing back in, setting a slow rhythm.
If feels wrong not to tell him the same. It's wrong not to tell him how wonderful you think he is. It's not fair to let the moment pass without mentioning that you love getting to do this with him and be vulnerable but still feel safe. You love having him in your space and spending time together and getting to enjoy these tender, intimate moments at the most random of times. But those aren't thoughts for now. Those are thoughts for when you're both fully satisfied and cuddling together, breathless and tired and entirely aglow on this same carpet later this evening.
That feels right.
"You are the most incredible man I've ever met." You reply instead, tugging gently on his soft, dark hair to pull him into a kiss.
You hear him groan against your lips, offering the same intensity as before. He speeds up his thrusts to match his mouth, sliding in and out of you with purpose and a delightful need to spill his release into you as he's coaxing yours from you.
"Play with yourself." His instruction is clear and driven by his own need. He needs to feel you cum before he can allow himself to do the same and his orgasm really seems to have snuck up on him.
Your hand slips between your bodies with a practiced ease, finding the little bundle of nerves between your legs, rubbing it in tight circles.
"Good girl. Fuck, I wish you knew how you feel. So wet and soft and warm." He hasn't taken his eyes off your face and that only lets you see how pleasure is evident all over his. He's almost overwhelmed and it's so lovely to watch.
"Fuck, I'm so close." You whine, begging him not to change a single thing. Not his pace, not his angle, nothing. This is perfect.
"Cum for me, sweetheart. Go ahead, I'm right behind you. I've got you."
The release is all consuming for a good few seconds, your body fluttering and twitching, milking Bucky's from him and he so willingly gives it to you. He groans gentle praises as he works both of you through your highs, taking every ounce of pleasure he can get from you while giving you as much as possible.
When your peak and his have both subsided, he slips out of you, giving himself a second to catch his breath.
"If you weren't on the Naughty List before, you definitely are now." You giggle, kissing his forehead repeatedly.
"I'm just getting started." He smiles, kissing your lips before moving down your body to kiss between your thighs.
#Bucky Barnes x reader smut#Bucky Barnes smut#bucky barnes x reader#bucky fanfic#bucky barnes#becca writes spice#Olaf's Frozen Adventure is a top tier Christmas movie and I will hear NO SLANDER#We weren't allowed to watch Christmas movies growing up#so I might watch the Grinch for the first time tonight#I sat for hours last night and did a lovely set of Christmas nails#with little handpainted intricate snowflakes#and I'll have to take the nails off on Wednesday morning to go work in the coffee shop :(#I did ask Santa for a stand mixer so cross your fingers for me
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I’m feral for subby Bucky. I need him on the floor crying and begging for my pussy, a babbling bitch of a mess.
Okay love youuu💜
Maybe I've got too soft recently but I'm so into the thought of being sweet and gentle and encouraging with subby Bucky?
I can't stop thinking about how pretty he could look on his knees in dim bedroom lighting and the way it would accentuate those muscular thighs. He's naked, watching you, stroking his cock a little more frantically than you'd usually allow.
"Please." He sounds more composed than he looks and he's not afraid to keep eye contact with you while he begs.
"I need to feel you." He watches as you trail your finger gently across your own glistening sex, spreading your legs nice and wide so he's got a perfect view from the floor.
You don't respond. There's no sense in breaking a silence that heavy. Not when you know his mouth is watering, imagining the way you'll feel when you engulf his cock and then the way you'll taste while he licks his cum out of your freshly fucked pussy.
"I need you." He whispers, his mouth running faster than his brain. His dick throbs in his hand, precum dribbling down his shaft, over his fingers, making each stroke a little more slick.
"Then have me, sweetheart. I'm all yours." He didn't expect the softness in your voice or the way you tenderly hold his chin to pull him in for a kiss.
He's slipping just a little faster than he wants to but it feels lovely. He's safe, he's loved, he's free to explore interests he's never given much time to and it's all starting to feel quite comfortable and natural to him.
"I love you, I hope you know that." You whisper, kissing his forehead while you line his tip up to your entrance.
"Oh God." He whimpers, his head falling onto your shoulder because he can't look at you now. Not as he's pressing into you and you're being so gentle with him. It'll be overwhelming and he simply can't have that.
"I love how you make me feel. I love getting to see you like this." You coo softly, stroking the back of his head, enjoying his hot, erratic breathing on your neck.
Inch by inch, he slides inside you. It's slow and reverent and considerate and downright perfect.
"You don't need to last, sweetheart. Let me take care of you for now and we can go a little bit longer later." Your offer isn't one he can turn down. He's been too aroused for too long and taking the edge off is exactly what he needs so he can focus on your pleasure.
His thrusts from then on are much faster, his tip rubbing your sweet spot delightfully and while it's not enough to get you off, it leaves you arching yourself closer to him.
It doesn't take long for him to become a babbling mess, panting and moaning against your neck, begging to be allowed to cum inside you.
"I'm so proud of you." You remind him, holding him as close as you can. There is no closer than this; not with him inside you but it still feels important to be unreserved in how much you want him. "I'm so proud of you. It's okay sweetheart, I've got you. You're okay, I've got you."
You feel his hips stutter, his shaft pulsing and throbbing as he shoots his first load into you, buried as deep inside you as he can manage. There are a few tender moments where you just hold him, kissing his broad shoulders while he catches his breath, letting him get comfortable on your chest.
#asks answered <3#becca writes spice#anon#sub!bucky#subby!bucky#needy!bucky#I have way too many Christmas presents still to get#and I have a tonne to wrap tonight to take to work this week#so many cards to write#I love giving gifts#and I'm always worried it's weird?#I was in a work meeting recently and someone messaged into the teams chat that they were jealous of my Stanely cup#I have the baby pink one and it comes everywhere with me#so I got her one that matches her vibe#she wears nothing but black and her nails are always a black French tip#so I got her the charcoal grey one#but I don't want it to be weird?#like I'm going to have to message her PA and try to find a way to line our schedules up so I can give it to her#it always makes me really nervous when I get a gift for someone that I know they're not expecting
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i’m so disgustingly obsessed with dbf!bucky sexting r in a room full of people 😵💫
and i’m also disgustingly obsessed with the idea of momsbestfriend!nat being as equally easy to rile up
Oooooh okay and have you considered that they’re maybe both friends of your parents and they read the same messages? 😵💫
Like maybe it’s some sort of dinner party and you’re texting Bucky some absolutely filthy shit
‘I wish you’d tie me up’. You text him, knowing that his phone is face down on the kitchen counter. ‘I want you to take me up stairs to my room and use the handcuffs in the drawer on me.’
He hasn’t looked at his phone in a good few minutes, fully engrossed in the conversation he’s having with Natasha and some of his other college friends.
‘I want you to lick me while I’m tied down. Every inch of me.’ You keep going, forcing yourself to stay as calm as possible at the thought.
‘I want to feel your tongue flexing inside me. I want to feel you desperate to fuck me but holding yourself back because you know you have all night.’
The messages make the phone buzz on the countertop but no one notices.
‘I want you to finger me until I cry. You know just how far to take it. So it feels incredible but too much at the same time.’ You cross your thighs to stifle the throb between your legs, imagining three of his long, beautiful fingers curling inside you.
‘I won’t be able to stop you with my hands tied down. When it’s too much, I’ll just have to keep taking it.’
You both have safe words in place and it’s lovely to imagine how much he could do before you’d even need to think of using it.
‘I need you. How about we go upstairs?’
You’ve let your own desire bubble over. This is more forward than you’d like to be but damn, you need it now.
If almost feels like slow motion. Natasha lifts the phone that’s been buzzing on the counter. No password, obviously.
A few seconds pass where confusion is evident on her face; clearly she hasn’t seen the Lock Screen picture she was expecting given that this isn’t her phone.
The confusion melts into a much firmer expression as she reads through the texts on the Lock Screen and dear God, you need her to stop.
She hadn’t expected to read her friends’ daughter texting their college friend like that but here you all are.
After a moment, she hands the phone back to Bucky, who reads all the messages for himself while she fires off a text to you from her own phone that turned out to be in her back pocket.
‘That’s cute sweetheart. How about we go test out those handcuffs instead? I don’t think Buck could give you what you’re looking for.’
#asks answered <3#becca writes spice#anon#dbf!bucky#dads best friend! Bucky#natasha x reader#my brain ran with this one today
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I miss ur lee Bodecker posts
So do I, let's fix that 🤤
As much as I love writing my filthiest thoughts for Lee, today I'm imagining the way he'd want to introduce you to sensations that you didn't know existed. He knows you're a sweet, innocent little thing and you probably don't know what your own body is capable of so he's beyond keen to show you.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. It'll feel so nice in a second." As much as you trust your husband, you can't help but feel a little uncomfortable being watched like this. It feels like he sees everything.
His pointer finger traces along your bare, slippery sex. The tip of his finger presses to your entrance, just testing how quickly your body accepts him before gliding his finger the whole way into you.
"That's it, good girl." He hums, watching your face as he pulls his finger back and presses it into you once more.
His movements are so slow and gentle; he doesn't need to rush. It's more important that he gets to explore your body and you get to explore your pleasure.
"You're doin' so well for me. So proud of you." He kisses the inside of your thighs, watching his finger slip into you once again before he lines another finger up beside the first, pressing them both into you on the next stroke.
Oh, that feels different. It's a fullness and a weight that doesn't feel uncomfortable but it'll take a little while to get used to.
"Now, sweetheart. Gonna try somethin' for you." Lee's mouth is watering, listening to the slick sounds he can coax from you with his fingers, knowing that he'll replace he fingers with his cock when he's confident you're ready.
"Lee, please." You gasp, trying to resist fucking yourself down onto his fingers. You feel pathetic like this. It's a need you didn't think you'd be capable of but all your discomfort and hesitation melts away. It can't be wrong to need him. You're married to him, after all.
You hardly understand what he's doing to you when the next sensation registers. It's a disorientating pleasure that makes your velvety walls and clench, your body desperate to keep his fingers working their magic inside you.
"Good girl, you like that? You like the way I curl my fingers in this pretty little pussy?" You barely hear Lee over your own frantic gasps but you can't find it in yourself to stifle them.
"That's nice, isn't it baby? It's okay, I've got you. Just enjoy it." He's so damn smug but he's allowed to be. You didn't know you could feel like this, and all because of two thick fingers rubbing a little sweet spot inside you.
"So fuckin' wet. Gonna feel like Heaven when I bury my dick inside you." He's so vulgar but for once, it's not off-putting. It's exciting to know this feeling won't stop. Watching him stroke his hard, throbbing cock while he plays with you only makes you imagine how it'll feel to have the tip of his dick rubbing you there instead.
#asks answered <3#becca writes spice#anon#lee bodecker x reader#lee bodecker smut#idk besties#just that feeling#of the finger curl??#Makes me so weak 😵💫#so. weak.#and it's just not the same on your own?#it really takes another person to get that angle properly#eugh#ignore me I'm a disaster
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There's just something about CEO Bucky being a secret Sub that's really appealing to me tonight
Your heels hardly make any sound at all as you cross the carpeted hotel room floor, letting the door click shut behind you.
"It's good to see you. It's been too long." You're only half listening to the man in front of you, choosing instead to find a spot for your bag and fix your hair after the short walk up the street to the hotel.
"It's been far too long." You agree, turning to face him. Fuck, he looks good. His crisp, white shirt has the top button undone, his tie draped over the back of the chair. His black dress trousers look quite uncomfortable now but you don't dwell on it. He won't be wearing them too much longer anyway.
His hair is sitting perfectly and he's clearly shaved earlier that morning. He looks fucking fantastic but as much as you need to feel some control over him, you need to start with having control over yourself.
You take a second to lean over and give him a gentle kiss, your lips barely brushing his. It's gentle and tender but saturated in barely restrained lust.
It's hard not to let this devolve; to let his hands wander over your body, to let your tongue glide against his and your fingers curl in the short hair at the top of his neck. You're hungry for him and you know he shares your desperation but a when you've waited this long, what's a few more minutes?
"You look beautiful." He smiles, his eyes darting from your lips, back up to meet your eyes again. He's so gentle with you; so wonderfully considerate of your needs and desires. He always has been but tonight, you know he needs the release you're going to offer him.
You stand up, shrugging your long coat off, laying it carefully on the chair off to the side of the bed, leaving you in only a dark leather set and your heels.
"Jesus Christ." You hear him whisper and if that didn't make you feel powerful, the weight of flogger in your hand that you slipped out of your bag certainly does.
"I want you..." You begin, crossing the space once again, marvelling in the entirety of that statement. "To take all this off. And then I want you to get on your knees for me. Can you do that?"
It's nice to make a man like this feel small, knowing that's what he wants too. His head nods excitedly, his fingers busy undoing the buttons of his shirt while you cup his stiffening cock through his trousers.
"Good." You're practically purring, heat blossoming between your legs at the eagerness of this brilliant, intelligent, capable man to hand his ability to think over to you.
Once he's naked, he places himself neatly on his knees on the carpet and you enjoy wrapping his own tie around his head, securing it over his eyes.
His cock juts beautifully out from his body, erect and begging for attention that neither of you want to give it just yet.
"Now." You tease, positioning yourself at the edge of the bed beside him, guiding his face to your spread thighs. "I want you to put that pretty mouth to good use. You can do that, can't you?"
"Yes." He whispers between kisses to the soft insides of your thighs and you know in his head he's waxing poetic about the heat of your skin under his lips.
The tips of the flogger trail up his back, gently tickling his skin before you flick your wrist and make them strike his back.
"Talk isn't what I'm looking for." You remind him, your fingers in his hair guiding his head to your cunt.
He laps eagerly, moaning pathetically at the taste of your arousal, flicking your clit and sliding his tongue into your entrance like this is all he's ever needed.
"Traffic light safe word system." You remind him, trailing the tips of the flogger up his back again. "Or just don't disappoint me and we won't need to use it."
#becc'a thots#becca writes spice#ceo!bucky smut#sub!bucky#subby!bucky#this REALLY scratches an itch for me#I got a cool new nail chrome powder and I'm so excited to try it#I did 14 hours in the coffee shop yesterday and the only thing keeping me going was the thought of this nail powder#it really is the little things rn
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Thinking loads of filthy thoughts about how much fun it is to switch on this fine Sunday 😵💫
"Look at you, switching back over. You can't help yourself. I love it." Bucky hums proudly, acknowledging the gentle bite of your fingernails against his scalp.
You want him on edge. You want him ready to surrender his control to you.
Control that you handed over to him around an hour ago. In that hour, he's had you on your knees with his cock sliding in and out of your eager mouth while he holds your face still, smearing his precum against the back of your throat. He's had you bent over the bed with your hands pinned behind your back, holding you in place while two fingers of his free hand curl and thrust inside you. He's spanked your ass and thighs until there's heat blooming under your skin, all while he mocks you for how wet you're getting from touches that absolutely shouldn't be getting you off.
He's a perfect dominant. Perfect. You're in very safe hands with him and it's incredibly attractive. You don't just trust him with your body, you want him to have it.
But now you need your power back and he's happy to give it to you.
"I know you do." You tease, noticing that he's watching your every move. His eyes follow your other hand as it trails over your own naked body, dipping between your legs. When your fingers re-emerge, the index and middle fingers are both glistening from the slick, welcoming mess between your legs.
Tightening your hold on his hair makes him huff out a soft, pathetic groan. Those plump, soft, flushed lips of his look gorgeous and while they absolutely deserve to be kissed more, you've got plenty of time for that later.
The wet tips of your fingers trail across his bottom lip instead. "Don't you dare lick that off." Your voice sounds firmer than you expected and you're pleased to see he takes the instruction.
"I know you. You're bound to be desperate to taste me by now. That's what your cock tells you it needs. Because we both know, deep down, you just want to please me. You put your own pleasure second to mine." You lean in closer to him, enjoying the way your arousal reduces the friction between his lips and your fingertips.
"You haven't earned yours yet. You don't get to taste." You cup his chin with your hand, making sure his attention couldn't possibly stray.
"But I do deserve it. And sweetheart, I taste fucking incredible." You lean over, capturing his bottom lip between both of yours. Your tongue flicks against him, lapping up the taste as much as you can.
He's kissing you with a hunger he didn't want to admit he's capable of, desperate for the taste he's been denied. God, he needs you closer. He needs to slip inside you and within a few seconds, he no longer cares if it's his tongue, fingers or cock. He just needs to fill you and make you squirm.
#becca's thots#becca writes spice#I know I'm posting late today#I've been driving for the last 5 hours#but with a head full of thots#tw: spanking#this was totally selfish#as always
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