I am an absolute fiend for mean Lee, he just melts the feminist in me honestly.
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đłđłđł take all my money but pleeeeease write more about dirty big boy Lee who wants to give you his son because that small drabble had me sweatin alreadyđźâđš
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Breeding Bitch
18+ MINORS DNI
(I do not own any photos, Credits to original owners)
Uhhh so this is fuckingâŠ.maybe the warnings would describe this a bit better hehe đ.
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader
Warnings: Dark Lee!, LEE BODECKER!!, Dub/Non-Con Themes, Unestablished Age Gap but there is definitely one (Reader 20s, Lee late 30s/40s), Cheating (it's Lee), Teeny Size Kink if you squint, Names: Darlin, Good Girl, Baby, Slut, Bitch, Whore, Heifer, Girl. Handcuffing, Good ole Gaslighting, Degradation, Gagging, Dirty Talk, Cervix Abuse, Voyeurism? (Your father is in the next room), He uses the fact that your Pa is so close to his advantage, Mentions of Breeding, actually Breeding, Alcohol (Again, Itâs Lee), Marking, Biting, Slapping, Bleeding (from yer cooch), Spitting, Daddy Kink, Rough P in V, Threats (Lee threatens your teeth), Dacryphilia, Panty Stuffing, Absolutely zero aftercareâ if Iâve missed anymore, especially in a story like this one, please lemme know!!
DO NOT PROGRESS IF ANY WARNING(s) TRIGGER YOU PLEASE!!
Word Count: 1.2k
This is a doozy. Iâll put a lil palette cleanse at the end for you my loves â„ïž
âAugh shit youâre fucking tightâ Lee growls above you, cock head pushed uncomfortably against your cervix, your hands cuffed above your head and your panties in your mouth.
You would never admit this to anyone. The almost nightly occurrences of Lee ending up in your little cottage on the hill, his pants round his ankles and his cock wherever he so chose.
It was his wifeâs fault, heâd told you; she was sick, old and unable to give him what he wanted. Thatâs why when you moved into town, bright-eyed and innocent, he had to have you.
His head rolled with his eyes, a strained groan flowing from his lips as his tummy jiggled softly at the tightening of his core.
âNever get over a tight little pussy like thisâ You whined as he pushed further, sheathing his dick fully inside you.
What would your daddy say if he saw you like this, legs spread akimbo for a married man, the Sheriff no less? Your hands pulled against the cuffs attached to the headboard, the rhythmic clanging had Leeâs eyes shooting open.
âHey now! Darlinâ a huge hand smoothed over your metal clasped wrists before running down your arm to your left breast, he squeezed firmly.
âYou wouldnât want your daddy waking up now would you?â that fucking smirk, the dark look in his eyesâ he had you, right where he wantedâ the reminder of your feeble old Pa in the next room keeping you tamed, Lee didnât care about him finding out about your little secret, heâd fuck you right in front of him, but he knew it would keep you pliant for him.
You stopped, hands hanging painfully from the cuffs.
âGood girl, knew youâd come aroundâŠnow you let me breed this little cunt, loosen up a bit, enjoy itâ The brandy on his breath had you queasy as it mixed with his residual cologne. His thick lips peppered marks all over your breast, tongue licking the flesh before biting down with a force that had your toes curling and you crying out into the cotton of your panties.
âOh donât be dramaticâ he chuckled, slapping the reddened mark lightly. He groaned as he pulled his length out slowly, letting you feel each inch run over the stretched flesh of your heat until his cock head fell from you in a sickly squelch, his precum mixed with your blood.
âGod baby, youâre fucking soakedâŠyou like me doing this to you? Course you do you fucking slutâ Lee gleams wickedly before launching a huge glob of spit over your clit and his head, his thick fingers circling your clit once, twice and then rubbing the saliva over himself.
He keeps your head still, forcing you to look at him as he pushes in again, making you watch as his dark eyes swim with amusement at your pathetic little whimpers.
âMmmnâŠyou know, if I didnât have to do this, Iâd feel bad for your stupid little faceâ Lee laughs, slapping his fingers against your cheek mockingly.
His patience had worn thin, you were lucky enough to get this much prep from him but he was over it nowâ the growing itch to fill your fertile little hole with his cum becoming too overwhelming.
He slams in, hitting your already abused cervix painfully. His pace is brutal, the only thing stopping the headboard from clattering off the wall being the pillow heâd so âgenerouslyâ placed between them.
âOh shit! you fucking little breeding bitch, ahh I ainât ever had a pussy this tight⊠fucking made for me, wasnât it? Yeah, it fucking wasâ Lee rambles, as he usually does. You could do nothing but take whatever he was giving you, you wouldnât dare fight backâ did you even want to at this point? He had you all cock drunk, stupid little baby so you were.
âMmm, baby you like thisâ Lee spoke assertively, punctuating each word with a hard thrust âPush me away as much as you want but at the end of the day youâre still gonna take my load happily⊠I mean lookâ he laughs as he pushes your legs from his wide shoulders, they fall open on their own. âYou fucking hold yourself open for my spunk, you fucking want this, you need it⊠you want my son ya little slutâ
The quick yank of your panties from your mouth made you gag slightly, the drool that had gathered falling from the corner of your mouth and into your tresses of hair. It amused Lee, watching you stare off into that little space you ran to, unable to control your bodyâ you let him fuck you however he wanteâ no, however you needed.
Leeâs hand clasped around your face painfully, his thumb hooking behind your teeth âfucking answer me whore, or Iâll pull these outâ a firm tug to your lower jaw warned you before he spat again, the hot liquid falling right on your tongue.
âI want this⊠wan you! Want your baby! Please Lee gimme your babyâ you wailed, no longer caring about your volume.
âGood little slut, always begging for daddy ainât you? You take this fucking baby, you take everything I give youâ Leeâs pace stuttered, only for a second, but it told you everything you needed to know and you were disgusted at the way your body pled for it. The way your back arched, your pussy squeezing and frantic cries fell from your lips as your orgasm slammed into you like a train.
âOh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!â Lee practically screamed as he sank himself into one last time, releasing spurt after spurt of his thick, hot, cream against your bruised womb entrance. You donât know how long his dick sat in your throbbing canal, only falling from you once he was fully soft.
âGod, whoâd I fucking bless to get a little heifer like you hmm?â He spoke eventually, kissing your cheek, allowing his tongue to poke out and lap at the salty tears falling freely from your big sad eyes.
âDonât look so fucking upset at this, itâs a good thing, youâre being used for something greatâŠI know girls that would have their panties round their ankles in no time if I let themâ He chuckled while standing, fingers gripping your discarded undergarments to wipe along his cock, gathering his cum, and your slick; which had a tinge of red from the tear in your fragile skin he caused by stretching you out.
Once he deemed himself clean enough, he ran the panties through the mess pouring from your core.
âThis wonât do, youâre supposed to keep it inâ He tutted before pushing the soaked material into your stretched hole, his fingers stuffing the scratchy fabric into you carelessly. He made quick work of the cuffs digging painfully into your wrists, placing a quick peck over each dark mark around them.
âTomorrow, I donât want none of this fighting bullcrap you hear? No panties, no bra, no attitudeâ just you, alright girl?â He pushed your cheeks together, puckering your lips in the process.
You knew that what you said to him wouldnât matter, heâd take you all the same so you just nodded like you would every single time his cerulean stare flickered over your much smaller structure.
âAtta girlâ His lips grazed over your own, and then like a ghost, he was gone, leaving you to sob in a pile of your own mess.
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Iâm so sorry for him, heâs not usually like this, I promise heâs a nice guy đ đ©
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Sergeantâs Got You
18+ Minors DNI
Youâre stressed, he knows exactly how to make you feel better.
Note: I was asked for something like this, so itâs heavy on the love for his dog tags
Pairing: beefy Bucky (but heâs got that fatws attitude) x reader
Warnings: Dom Bucky, basically smutty right from the get go, filthy buck, he has his metal arm (Iâm a slut for it), you like Buckyâs dog tags, like really like them, Petnames: sweetness, sweetheart, sweet thing, sweetie, good girl, baby, a LOT of dirty talk, sergeant kink, sir kink, oral (M receiving), unprotected p in v sex, heâs rough, degradation, feral Bucky, squirting, creampie, aftercare.
Word Count: 3.2k *insert cat HUH sound*
You were stressed beyond belief. Your mission ended up having a few more loose ends than anyone was anticipating leaving you to pick up the pieces. Now you were finally back in New York and ready to punch the next person who pats your back sympathetically with a âyou triedâ look on their face.
Just as you were contemplating boxing the cupboard in the kitchen than wouldnât stay open two strong arms pulled you back and into a hard body.
âYou alright sweetness?â Bucky spoke into the locks of hair at the back of your ear. His cologne had you relaxing already, the fingers on his right hand hitched up your shirt to rub soothing circles over your hip bone. What really got you was the subtle grind of his hips against your ass; he was a filthy shit, you loved it when he knew what you wanted.
You flipped your body around in his arms, your fingers running up from his abs to his soft chest until they wrapped around his neck. He smirked, he knew exactly what you wanted him to do but he was a tease, you had to tell him or he wouldnât. Itâs just the way the world worked for you sweetheart.
You surged forward, desperate for a taste of the cherry lips you missed so much. You hated to admit just how much the man in front of you affected you, how often on your mission your hand snaked down your body and in-between your legs at the photos Sam sent of your lost puppy husband, his wide back and tiny waist wrapped in that blue Henley that had the arms pulled up to his forearm revealing the long veins and thick structure underneath. You needed him, now.
He pulled back just as your lips brushed his, a dark smirk and a filthy blue colour surfacing in his orbs. Fucking tease.
âYou know you gotta use your words sweetheartâ One of his big hands, his metal one, landed on the back of your skull, the metal thumb dancing over your bottom lip before you sucked it into your wet mouth. He growled at the innocent look you gave him as your tongue flicked over the tip before poking out and running up the underside of the shiny plates.
He pushed down, holding your tongue in place as it travelled, drool dripping from the muscle but he didnât care, the sight of the rivulets of saliva sliding down the silver had him harder than a rock. One of the most technologically advanced pieces of handiwork and you were sucking on it like a little slut, pathetic.
He had you in his room before you could even blink, the rough slamming of the door vibrating the wall he pushed you up against.
âYouâre a little slut ainât you? Sucking on my thumb like my cock, getting your drool everywhere, youâre so lucky I donât make you clean it upâ he spoke as he hastily pulled your shirt and his off, his dog tags jangling softly as they fell back into place between his huge chest. You moved like a magpie, gripping at the shiny metal tags, giving them a squeeze, his name imprinting for a second of the fat of your palm before letting them slip between your fingers.
He watched you, ever fascinated at just how worked up you got about him, but it was your love for his dog tags that had him curious. You always, without fail slipped a finger around them, whether it was when you pulled him close for a kiss or if your slept on his chest, one of your fingers slipped itself through the chain and held them close to your hand.
He wasnât stupid though, he could practically smell when you soaked yourself, always conveniently after his swinging tags made contact with your chin or ran up the column in your spine, the way that little pussy tightened around him when the old metal swept over your lips, tapping your teeth as you moaned out in pleasure. It made him embarrassingly weak too.
âYou want me to fuck you cute girl?â He groaned into the crook of your neck, his plush lips suckling obscene dark marks downward till he reached the crevice of your breasts, your legs wrapped around him tighter as his hand grazed over your sensitive sides to the meat of your tit, gripping it softly and flicking a warm thumb over your nipple. You jerked into him at the shock of pleasure, your hand carding through his waves of hair and pulling him close as worked on the underside of your other boob.
âWords Sweetheart, I need wordsâ He knew it wouldnât be long till you hit that sub space, the same thing always happened when you were stressed, you needed your big Sergeant to take the wheel, use you a little bit.
âPleaseâ fuck the whimper in your voice had him grinding up into you, the scratchy fabric of his jeans meeting the barely their material of the shorts you wore under your gear.
âPlease what sweet thing?â he moved to watch the deep colour of your eyes swim with lust, eradicating any stress they once held, he was doing his job.
âPlease use me Sirâ you whined, fingers wrapping around the chain of his dog tags again to pull him close, finally getting that kiss you so desperately needed. His left hand cupped your cheek, rubbing a thumb over the high point softly, a sharp contrast to the bruising kiss you had going on. Teeth clashed with teeth, soft whimpers falling from your lips as he pushed closer, flicking his tongue viciously with your much weaker one, running against the top of it and sucking once it gave up itâs fight. He pulled you in again, tender with his lips this time, enclosing your swollen ones with his, his tongue running over your upper lip soothingly.
âFuck! Youâre making me go crazyâ he chuckled as he moved off the wall, backing himself up to the bed till his calves hit the frame. He sat down with both of you, your body straddling him, his right hand pushing you back and forth softly on his bulge. The lust in his eyes mixed with a softness as he looked up at you, his metal hand still on your face although now his shiny forefinger and thumb hooked onto your chin, pulling you forward for a kiss, and another, and another. You whined, you didnât want kisses and grinding, you wanted him to blow your back out, use your pretty face, anything but this.
Seeming to sense your thoughts he stopped your movements, the right hand coming up to join his left on either side of your face.
âWhat do you want sweetheart? You want your soldier to ruin you? I can feel how hot you are on my dick⊠you want it bad donât you?â You moaned at his words, dripping filthily from his tongue, he sure had a way to fuck you up without even pulling out his cock.
âYes, yes please. Use meâ he smirked, satisfied at your whimpered begging. With a click of his tongue and a flick of his eyes he had you manoeuvring onto your knees in front of him.
He was a sight, he looked carved from marble, each bend of his body, every nook and muscle and vein delicately etched into rock solid stone to be preserved for a lifetime. His bulge strained painfully against his jeans, angrily awaiting your slender fingers offering it reprise from its tight cell. You were glad to give it just that.
Clumsily, you fiddled with the thick belt around his waist, smiling in satisfaction when the rhythmic clanks finally hit your ears. You flicked the button open and were about to pull the zip of his fly when his hand stopped you.
âWith your mouth sweetnessâ his lip caught between his teeth, a soft blush decorated his face and chest as he watched you. Your tongue ran up the metal, the slight tang hitting your tastebuds, you flicked the little tab until sat snug between your teeth and pulled it down slowly, each tooth of the zip clicking as it finally opened.
Once you were done, Bucky pushed the thick material down his legs with a relieved sigh, letting it pool at his ankles before flicking them off with your help. His hard-on raged against the soft grey briefs, a pool of darkness lay at the head, precum soaking through.
His hands met yours, pulling them up his thighs and hooking them around the waistband of his briefs. He smiles down at you, eyes crinkling and neck craned as he watched you both inch down his underwear until it caught on his tip, he hissed as the scratchy fabric pulled over his silky head before it slapped deliciously onto his public bone and stomach.
âGodâ he chuckled breathlessly at the feeling of finally being free âlook at you drooling all over yourself for me, you want a taste sweet thing?â His metal fingers had wrapped themselves around the fat base of his length, pushing it forward till the spongy tip hooked onto your upper lip, his salty precum smearing over it like a x-rated lip balm.
You pecked the tip of his dick, the tip of your tongue barely poking him as you did. You moved down, lips brushing against every angry vein on his cock until you met the metal of his hand in which you slowly licked a thick strip back up until you swirled your wet muscle against his head relentlessly.
âFuck sweetheart, good girlâ he groaned, head lulling back as his hips jittered off the bed softly, pushing his head into your awaiting mouth. You sucked him in greedily, selfishly inhaling his thick musky scent that had your pussy drooling against your lace panties, threatening to spill into your shortsâ you didnât doubt that if he had you naked, your essence would drip all over the wood of the floorâ heâd have a field day making you clean it up.
âGod youâre so good, haâ making your soldier feel so good, you like your sergeant all needy? Ready to pull you up off that floor and sink my cock into youâ You moaned against his length, gagging softly when he jerked up into the back of your throat.
âShit, Nuh uh get up here, I wanna cum in that pretty pussy, move come onâ He pulled you up and off his length like you weighed nothing at all, his fingers ripping the shorts from your body and only stopping when he caught a glimpse of youâre soaked panties.
âFuck girl, whoâs got you like this hmm?â His thick thumb brushed small circles over your neglected clit. You moaned loudly, jerking off the bed with a shudder at the feeling, more of your slick pooling into your already soaked gusset.
âMmm I can fucking smell you, smell so good baby⊠bet I could fuck you without prep, you want that?â He spoke, his voice deep, laced with primal lustâ nothing like the composed grumpy old man everyone else sawâ no, he was raw, unhinged, pupils blown wide with sexual desire. You wanted nothing more than his cock in you.
âPlease Buck, just your cock I donât care just pleaseâ you cried when he pushed particularly hard on your aching nub, your knuckles turning white as you fisted then covers beneath you; your legs shook as they threatened to close on his thick forearm, you were close already but you didnât want to cum without him filling you out.
He gleamed at your form, fucked out, soaked and crying alreadyâ heâd barely fucking touched youâ he couldnât wait to see your face as he fucked you raw.
He ripped your panties with renewed vigour, the ruined material pulled away from your sensitive heat to hang around the your ankle that now sat over Buckyâs muscular shoulder. Your thigh quaked softly at the stretch but his cold digits ran softly against the tight muscle, soothing it for the time being.
His fat head tapped against your clit, each wet slap causing your body to twitch off the bed at the electric jolts of pleasure it sent up your spine. You could feel Buckyâs fingers circling your entrance, two of his thick fingers squishing into your tight hole as he prepped you lightly. When they left, a long line of arousal followed, connecting him to you, he growled at the sight before licking the wetness from his rough palm and middle finger.
âMmm so sweet, if I wasnât so fucking horny Iâd make you cum all over my face⊠make you soak my mouth, shitâ he was talking more to himself than you but you clenched around nothing at the thought, the thought of him eating you out for hours was not impossible, heâd done it before.
His thick tip drooling against your entrance pulled you from your trance, he pushed softly, hooking his head along the tight rim of your pussy as he stared up at you.
âyou ready sweet thing?â He leaned over, right hand resting against the side of your head, his thumb flicking stray tears from your cheeks. You nodded softly, eyes unmoving from him, watching as his lips twitched in pleasure as his head popped into you, each inch dragging in slowly, aided by your soaked folds.
You moaned pathetically, his head running over your g-spot had you clenching around him, your orgasm hitting you quickly, your hands tightening painfully against the sheets as white hot pleasure soaked through your nerves. Everything was tingling, flashes of colour dancing over your closed eyelids.
Bucky wasnât much better as he watched you, having to will his own orgasm down at the sight of you losing yourself over him already. You were a fucking sight to him, your tits bouncing with each sharp breath you took, mouth hung open allowing each whimper or silent scream to escape unabashedly.
âOhh good girl, thatâs it mmmm shit youâre fucking clenching me tight babyâ Bucky mumbled, words falling from his lips in verbal mush, his own mind barely keeping up. When you finally came down from your high you open your eyes to look up at him, a shy little smile playing on your lips at the way he bore down at you.
âIâm so-â you began but he pushed forward, sucking up your moan at the feeling of him hitting your cervix into his mouth.
âDonât you dare be fucking sorry for that sweetheart, you hear? Fucking almost made me cum like a fucking teenager again, naughty girl ainât you? I fucking love youâ His hot breath panted against your lips as he growled at you, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel ashamed about the pleasure you were feeling. You blushed deeply, it was quite funny just how much his love for you made you blush, even when he was currently pushing against the deepest parts of you.
âCan I move baby?â He asked against your lips, smiling satisfyingly as you nodded before planting a wet kiss on your lips and pushing himself up.
He started slow, letting each vein pull against every nerve in your heat, his teeth clenching at just how tight youâd squeeze every time his head brushed against your sweet bundle of pleasure. His smooth pace never lasted long though, his hips jerked violently against you once he deemed you ready enough, your body slipping up across the sheets at each slam of his hips against your thighs.
He was leaning over you now, your leg pushed up between both your bodies, his dog tags clanging above your face at each jerk of his body. You reached a hand up, encircling the darkened metal, pulling on it as your body twitched with hints of a second orgasm.
âShit! You like when my fucking tags hang over your face, fucking little slut arenât you? You like being fucked like this? your sergeant fucking all that stress away? Mmm god, maybe Iâll put them around your neck next time hmm? Have you wear them when youâre riding me, let them fucking swing between those titsâ god youâd love thatâ Bucky rambled, on and on, thrusts becoming sloppy as you clenched around him for the umpteenth time, only this time your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, you could feel yourself soaking Buckyâs dick and thighsâ probably soaking the already destroyed sheets below you.
With one final thrust Buckyâs moan caught in this throat as he pushed himself the deepest he could go, hot cum soaking your cervix and pushing out against his length to run along your folds, mixing with your juices. His legs give out forcing himself against you even more, pulling a pained whine from you at the feeling. As your orgasms settled, your breathing slightly less laboured although still heavy, you pulled him close by his tags, kissing his blissed out face right on the lips.
âYou were so good for me sweet thing, so fucking goodâ he praised, his metal hand running through your tangled hair, soothing your heated scalp.
He leaned back up with a groan, massaging your aching leg as he pulled it from his shoulder before slipping out of your pussy. You both moaned at the loss, your heat clenching against nothing as his cum slipped from your body in waves. He couldnât tear his eyes from your heat, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he watched intently. You giggled shyly at his intense expression, your aching legs closing softly in embarrassment much to Buckyâs dismay.
âCome on, letâs get you cleaned upâ he smiled, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you to the bathroom. You snuck a glimpse of the sheets as he carried you, the whole area soaked in a mixture of you both.
âOh my godâ you whispered in disbelief against his head.
âWhat?â He replied as he set you down and began running a bath.
âThe sheets are ruined, I canât believe I did thatâ you eyed his naked frame from behind, his wide back flushed red but still absolutely stunning, each muscle rippling as he moved methodically, his small waist directing you to his thick globes. It was then Bucky turned to look at you, catching you ogling at his ass, he laughed when you turned quickly.
âIt makes me proud when I look at those sheets, I mean who else can make you squirt like that? Fucking no oneâ he growled the last part against your lips giving you a quick smooch before turning the water off and lifting you both into the hot bubbled water.
His hands massaged your shoulders, working out the knots from your activities as well as any left over stress from your mission, not that there was any after he fucked it out of you.
You two sat in silence, save for the occasional sigh you let out when he hit the right spot, both savouring each otherâs presence, reminiscing on the way you exhausted each other. You laugh when you remember his words.
âWhat? whatâs got you all giggly?â he asked, nipping the skin on the nape of your neck.
âNothing⊠just⊠were you being serious?â
âAbout what sweetheart?â He eyes you curiously.
âAbout letting me wear your dog tagsâ you suppress a smirk as you feel him twitch against your back, obviously your words sparking something in him.
âWeâll discuss it laterâ he rasped causing you to laugh out loud.
Your week had been stressful, with never ending problems and constant nagging from the higher ups to do the job but when you were in Buckyâs embrace, when you had those dog tags between your fingers or dangling over your face, everything melted away into nothingness, leaving you and Bucky alone.
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So I lied mwahahahaha, I was going to post it yesterday but I love alcohol so I was drunk but here we are.
Iâm a little nervous to post this one idk why.
I hope you enjoyed x
(I do not own any of the photos, credits to original owners)
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Sergeantâs Got You
18+ Minors DNI
Youâre stressed, he knows exactly how to make you feel better.
Note: I was asked for something like this, so itâs heavy on the love for his dog tags
Pairing: beefy Bucky (but heâs got that fatws attitude) x reader
Warnings: Dom Bucky, basically smutty right from the get go, filthy buck, he has his metal arm (Iâm a slut for it), you like Buckyâs dog tags, like really like them, Petnames: sweetness, sweetheart, sweet thing, sweetie, good girl, baby, a LOT of dirty talk, sergeant kink, sir kink, oral (M receiving), unprotected p in v sex, heâs rough, degradation, feral Bucky, squirting, creampie, aftercare.
Word Count: 3.2k *insert cat HUH sound*
You were stressed beyond belief. Your mission ended up having a few more loose ends than anyone was anticipating leaving you to pick up the pieces. Now you were finally back in New York and ready to punch the next person who pats your back sympathetically with a âyou triedâ look on their face.
Just as you were contemplating boxing the cupboard in the kitchen than wouldnât stay open two strong arms pulled you back and into a hard body.
âYou alright sweetness?â Bucky spoke into the locks of hair at the back of your ear. His cologne had you relaxing already, the fingers on his right hand hitched up your shirt to rub soothing circles over your hip bone. What really got you was the subtle grind of his hips against your ass; he was a filthy shit, you loved it when he knew what you wanted.
You flipped your body around in his arms, your fingers running up from his abs to his soft chest until they wrapped around his neck. He smirked, he knew exactly what you wanted him to do but he was a tease, you had to tell him or he wouldnât. Itâs just the way the world worked for you sweetheart.
You surged forward, desperate for a taste of the cherry lips you missed so much. You hated to admit just how much the man in front of you affected you, how often on your mission your hand snaked down your body and in-between your legs at the photos Sam sent of your lost puppy husband, his wide back and tiny waist wrapped in that blue Henley that had the arms pulled up to his forearm revealing the long veins and thick structure underneath. You needed him, now.
He pulled back just as your lips brushed his, a dark smirk and a filthy blue colour surfacing in his orbs. Fucking tease.
âYou know you gotta use your words sweetheartâ One of his big hands, his metal one, landed on the back of your skull, the metal thumb dancing over your bottom lip before you sucked it into your wet mouth. He growled at the innocent look you gave him as your tongue flicked over the tip before poking out and running up the underside of the shiny plates.
He pushed down, holding your tongue in place as it travelled, drool dripping from the muscle but he didnât care, the sight of the rivulets of saliva sliding down the silver had him harder than a rock. One of the most technologically advanced pieces of handiwork and you were sucking on it like a little slut, pathetic.
He had you in his room before you could even blink, the rough slamming of the door vibrating the wall he pushed you up against.
âYouâre a little slut ainât you? Sucking on my thumb like my cock, getting your drool everywhere, youâre so lucky I donât make you clean it upâ he spoke as he hastily pulled your shirt and his off, his dog tags jangling softly as they fell back into place between his huge chest. You moved like a magpie, gripping at the shiny metal tags, giving them a squeeze, his name imprinting for a second of the fat of your palm before letting them slip between your fingers.
He watched you, ever fascinated at just how worked up you got about him, but it was your love for his dog tags that had him curious. You always, without fail slipped a finger around them, whether it was when you pulled him close for a kiss or if your slept on his chest, one of your fingers slipped itself through the chain and held them close to your hand.
He wasnât stupid though, he could practically smell when you soaked yourself, always conveniently after his swinging tags made contact with your chin or ran up the column in your spine, the way that little pussy tightened around him when the old metal swept over your lips, tapping your teeth as you moaned out in pleasure. It made him embarrassingly weak too.
âYou want me to fuck you cute girl?â He groaned into the crook of your neck, his plush lips suckling obscene dark marks downward till he reached the crevice of your breasts, your legs wrapped around him tighter as his hand grazed over your sensitive sides to the meat of your tit, gripping it softly and flicking a warm thumb over your nipple. You jerked into him at the shock of pleasure, your hand carding through his waves of hair and pulling him close as worked on the underside of your other boob.
âWords Sweetheart, I need wordsâ He knew it wouldnât be long till you hit that sub space, the same thing always happened when you were stressed, you needed your big Sergeant to take the wheel, use you a little bit.
âPleaseâ fuck the whimper in your voice had him grinding up into you, the scratchy fabric of his jeans meeting the barely their material of the shorts you wore under your gear.
âPlease what sweet thing?â he moved to watch the deep colour of your eyes swim with lust, eradicating any stress they once held, he was doing his job.
âPlease use me Sirâ you whined, fingers wrapping around the chain of his dog tags again to pull him close, finally getting that kiss you so desperately needed. His left hand cupped your cheek, rubbing a thumb over the high point softly, a sharp contrast to the bruising kiss you had going on. Teeth clashed with teeth, soft whimpers falling from your lips as he pushed closer, flicking his tongue viciously with your much weaker one, running against the top of it and sucking once it gave up itâs fight. He pulled you in again, tender with his lips this time, enclosing your swollen ones with his, his tongue running over your upper lip soothingly.
âFuck! Youâre making me go crazyâ he chuckled as he moved off the wall, backing himself up to the bed till his calves hit the frame. He sat down with both of you, your body straddling him, his right hand pushing you back and forth softly on his bulge. The lust in his eyes mixed with a softness as he looked up at you, his metal hand still on your face although now his shiny forefinger and thumb hooked onto your chin, pulling you forward for a kiss, and another, and another. You whined, you didnât want kisses and grinding, you wanted him to blow your back out, use your pretty face, anything but this.
Seeming to sense your thoughts he stopped your movements, the right hand coming up to join his left on either side of your face.
âWhat do you want sweetheart? You want your soldier to ruin you? I can feel how hot you are on my dick⊠you want it bad donât you?â You moaned at his words, dripping filthily from his tongue, he sure had a way to fuck you up without even pulling out his cock.
âYes, yes please. Use meâ he smirked, satisfied at your whimpered begging. With a click of his tongue and a flick of his eyes he had you manoeuvring onto your knees in front of him.
He was a sight, he looked carved from marble, each bend of his body, every nook and muscle and vein delicately etched into rock solid stone to be preserved for a lifetime. His bulge strained painfully against his jeans, angrily awaiting your slender fingers offering it reprise from its tight cell. You were glad to give it just that.
Clumsily, you fiddled with the thick belt around his waist, smiling in satisfaction when the rhythmic clanks finally hit your ears. You flicked the button open and were about to pull the zip of his fly when his hand stopped you.
âWith your mouth sweetnessâ his lip caught between his teeth, a soft blush decorated his face and chest as he watched you. Your tongue ran up the metal, the slight tang hitting your tastebuds, you flicked the little tab until sat snug between your teeth and pulled it down slowly, each tooth of the zip clicking as it finally opened.
Once you were done, Bucky pushed the thick material down his legs with a relieved sigh, letting it pool at his ankles before flicking them off with your help. His hard-on raged against the soft grey briefs, a pool of darkness lay at the head, precum soaking through.
His hands met yours, pulling them up his thighs and hooking them around the waistband of his briefs. He smiles down at you, eyes crinkling and neck craned as he watched you both inch down his underwear until it caught on his tip, he hissed as the scratchy fabric pulled over his silky head before it slapped deliciously onto his public bone and stomach.
âGodâ he chuckled breathlessly at the feeling of finally being free âlook at you drooling all over yourself for me, you want a taste sweet thing?â His metal fingers had wrapped themselves around the fat base of his length, pushing it forward till the spongy tip hooked onto your upper lip, his salty precum smearing over it like a x-rated lip balm.
You pecked the tip of his dick, the tip of your tongue barely poking him as you did. You moved down, lips brushing against every angry vein on his cock until you met the metal of his hand in which you slowly licked a thick strip back up until you swirled your wet muscle against his head relentlessly.
âFuck sweetheart, good girlâ he groaned, head lulling back as his hips jittered off the bed softly, pushing his head into your awaiting mouth. You sucked him in greedily, selfishly inhaling his thick musky scent that had your pussy drooling against your lace panties, threatening to spill into your shortsâ you didnât doubt that if he had you naked, your essence would drip all over the wood of the floorâ heâd have a field day making you clean it up.
âGod youâre so good, haâ making your soldier feel so good, you like your sergeant all needy? Ready to pull you up off that floor and sink my cock into youâ You moaned against his length, gagging softly when he jerked up into the back of your throat.
âShit, Nuh uh get up here, I wanna cum in that pretty pussy, move come onâ He pulled you up and off his length like you weighed nothing at all, his fingers ripping the shorts from your body and only stopping when he caught a glimpse of youâre soaked panties.
âFuck girl, whoâs got you like this hmm?â His thick thumb brushed small circles over your neglected clit. You moaned loudly, jerking off the bed with a shudder at the feeling, more of your slick pooling into your already soaked gusset.
âMmm I can fucking smell you, smell so good baby⊠bet I could fuck you without prep, you want that?â He spoke, his voice deep, laced with primal lustâ nothing like the composed grumpy old man everyone else sawâ no, he was raw, unhinged, pupils blown wide with sexual desire. You wanted nothing more than his cock in you.
âPlease Buck, just your cock I donât care just pleaseâ you cried when he pushed particularly hard on your aching nub, your knuckles turning white as you fisted then covers beneath you; your legs shook as they threatened to close on his thick forearm, you were close already but you didnât want to cum without him filling you out.
He gleamed at your form, fucked out, soaked and crying alreadyâ heâd barely fucking touched youâ he couldnât wait to see your face as he fucked you raw.
He ripped your panties with renewed vigour, the ruined material pulled away from your sensitive heat to hang around the your ankle that now sat over Buckyâs muscular shoulder. Your thigh quaked softly at the stretch but his cold digits ran softly against the tight muscle, soothing it for the time being.
His fat head tapped against your clit, each wet slap causing your body to twitch off the bed at the electric jolts of pleasure it sent up your spine. You could feel Buckyâs fingers circling your entrance, two of his thick fingers squishing into your tight hole as he prepped you lightly. When they left, a long line of arousal followed, connecting him to you, he growled at the sight before licking the wetness from his rough palm and middle finger.
âMmm so sweet, if I wasnât so fucking horny Iâd make you cum all over my face⊠make you soak my mouth, shitâ he was talking more to himself than you but you clenched around nothing at the thought, the thought of him eating you out for hours was not impossible, heâd done it before.
His thick tip drooling against your entrance pulled you from your trance, he pushed softly, hooking his head along the tight rim of your pussy as he stared up at you.
âyou ready sweet thing?â He leaned over, right hand resting against the side of your head, his thumb flicking stray tears from your cheeks. You nodded softly, eyes unmoving from him, watching as his lips twitched in pleasure as his head popped into you, each inch dragging in slowly, aided by your soaked folds.
You moaned pathetically, his head running over your g-spot had you clenching around him, your orgasm hitting you quickly, your hands tightening painfully against the sheets as white hot pleasure soaked through your nerves. Everything was tingling, flashes of colour dancing over your closed eyelids.
Bucky wasnât much better as he watched you, having to will his own orgasm down at the sight of you losing yourself over him already. You were a fucking sight to him, your tits bouncing with each sharp breath you took, mouth hung open allowing each whimper or silent scream to escape unabashedly.
âOhh good girl, thatâs it mmmm shit youâre fucking clenching me tight babyâ Bucky mumbled, words falling from his lips in verbal mush, his own mind barely keeping up. When you finally came down from your high you open your eyes to look up at him, a shy little smile playing on your lips at the way he bore down at you.
âIâm so-â you began but he pushed forward, sucking up your moan at the feeling of him hitting your cervix into his mouth.
âDonât you dare be fucking sorry for that sweetheart, you hear? Fucking almost made me cum like a fucking teenager again, naughty girl ainât you? I fucking love youâ His hot breath panted against your lips as he growled at you, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel ashamed about the pleasure you were feeling. You blushed deeply, it was quite funny just how much his love for you made you blush, even when he was currently pushing against the deepest parts of you.
âCan I move baby?â He asked against your lips, smiling satisfyingly as you nodded before planting a wet kiss on your lips and pushing himself up.
He started slow, letting each vein pull against every nerve in your heat, his teeth clenching at just how tight youâd squeeze every time his head brushed against your sweet bundle of pleasure. His smooth pace never lasted long though, his hips jerked violently against you once he deemed you ready enough, your body slipping up across the sheets at each slam of his hips against your thighs.
He was leaning over you now, your leg pushed up between both your bodies, his dog tags clanging above your face at each jerk of his body. You reached a hand up, encircling the darkened metal, pulling on it as your body twitched with hints of a second orgasm.
âShit! You like when my fucking tags hang over your face, fucking little slut arenât you? You like being fucked like this? your sergeant fucking all that stress away? Mmm god, maybe Iâll put them around your neck next time hmm? Have you wear them when youâre riding me, let them fucking swing between those titsâ god youâd love thatâ Bucky rambled, on and on, thrusts becoming sloppy as you clenched around him for the umpteenth time, only this time your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, you could feel yourself soaking Buckyâs dick and thighsâ probably soaking the already destroyed sheets below you.
With one final thrust Buckyâs moan caught in this throat as he pushed himself the deepest he could go, hot cum soaking your cervix and pushing out against his length to run along your folds, mixing with your juices. His legs give out forcing himself against you even more, pulling a pained whine from you at the feeling. As your orgasms settled, your breathing slightly less laboured although still heavy, you pulled him close by his tags, kissing his blissed out face right on the lips.
âYou were so good for me sweet thing, so fucking goodâ he praised, his metal hand running through your tangled hair, soothing your heated scalp.
He leaned back up with a groan, massaging your aching leg as he pulled it from his shoulder before slipping out of your pussy. You both moaned at the loss, your heat clenching against nothing as his cum slipped from your body in waves. He couldnât tear his eyes from your heat, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he watched intently. You giggled shyly at his intense expression, your aching legs closing softly in embarrassment much to Buckyâs dismay.
âCome on, letâs get you cleaned upâ he smiled, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you to the bathroom. You snuck a glimpse of the sheets as he carried you, the whole area soaked in a mixture of you both.
âOh my godâ you whispered in disbelief against his head.
âWhat?â He replied as he set you down and began running a bath.
âThe sheets are ruined, I canât believe I did thatâ you eyed his naked frame from behind, his wide back flushed red but still absolutely stunning, each muscle rippling as he moved methodically, his small waist directing you to his thick globes. It was then Bucky turned to look at you, catching you ogling at his ass, he laughed when you turned quickly.
âIt makes me proud when I look at those sheets, I mean who else can make you squirt like that? Fucking no oneâ he growled the last part against your lips giving you a quick smooch before turning the water off and lifting you both into the hot bubbled water.
His hands massaged your shoulders, working out the knots from your activities as well as any left over stress from your mission, not that there was any after he fucked it out of you.
You two sat in silence, save for the occasional sigh you let out when he hit the right spot, both savouring each otherâs presence, reminiscing on the way you exhausted each other. You laugh when you remember his words.
âWhat? whatâs got you all giggly?â he asked, nipping the skin on the nape of your neck.
âNothing⊠just⊠were you being serious?â
âAbout what sweetheart?â He eyes you curiously.
âAbout letting me wear your dog tagsâ you suppress a smirk as you feel him twitch against your back, obviously your words sparking something in him.
âWeâll discuss it laterâ he rasped causing you to laugh out loud.
Your week had been stressful, with never ending problems and constant nagging from the higher ups to do the job but when you were in Buckyâs embrace, when you had those dog tags between your fingers or dangling over your face, everything melted away into nothingness, leaving you and Bucky alone.
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So I lied mwahahahaha, I was going to post it yesterday but I love alcohol so I was drunk but here we are.
Iâm a little nervous to post this one idk why.
I hope you enjoyed x
(I do not own any of the photos, credits to original owners)
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If you need a cold shower put me first in the list for a bathe in the Antarctic because my thoughts are filled with this and more
Im glad you like it though, thank you for reading and for the reblog
Sergeantâs Got You
18+ Minors DNI
Youâre stressed, he knows exactly how to make you feel better.
Note: I was asked for something like this, so itâs heavy on the love for his dog tags
Pairing: beefy Bucky (but heâs got that fatws attitude) x reader
Warnings: Dom Bucky, basically smutty right from the get go, filthy buck, he has his metal arm (Iâm a slut for it), you like Buckyâs dog tags, like really like them, Petnames: sweetness, sweetheart, sweet thing, sweetie, good girl, baby, a LOT of dirty talk, sergeant kink, sir kink, oral (M receiving), unprotected p in v sex, heâs rough, degradation, feral Bucky, squirting, creampie, aftercare.
Word Count: 3.2k *insert cat HUH sound*
You were stressed beyond belief. Your mission ended up having a few more loose ends than anyone was anticipating leaving you to pick up the pieces. Now you were finally back in New York and ready to punch the next person who pats your back sympathetically with a âyou triedâ look on their face.
Just as you were contemplating boxing the cupboard in the kitchen than wouldnât stay open two strong arms pulled you back and into a hard body.
âYou alright sweetness?â Bucky spoke into the locks of hair at the back of your ear. His cologne had you relaxing already, the fingers on his right hand hitched up your shirt to rub soothing circles over your hip bone. What really got you was the subtle grind of his hips against your ass; he was a filthy shit, you loved it when he knew what you wanted.
You flipped your body around in his arms, your fingers running up from his abs to his soft chest until they wrapped around his neck. He smirked, he knew exactly what you wanted him to do but he was a tease, you had to tell him or he wouldnât. Itâs just the way the world worked for you sweetheart.
You surged forward, desperate for a taste of the cherry lips you missed so much. You hated to admit just how much the man in front of you affected you, how often on your mission your hand snaked down your body and in-between your legs at the photos Sam sent of your lost puppy husband, his wide back and tiny waist wrapped in that blue Henley that had the arms pulled up to his forearm revealing the long veins and thick structure underneath. You needed him, now.
He pulled back just as your lips brushed his, a dark smirk and a filthy blue colour surfacing in his orbs. Fucking tease.
âYou know you gotta use your words sweetheartâ One of his big hands, his metal one, landed on the back of your skull, the metal thumb dancing over your bottom lip before you sucked it into your wet mouth. He growled at the innocent look you gave him as your tongue flicked over the tip before poking out and running up the underside of the shiny plates.
He pushed down, holding your tongue in place as it travelled, drool dripping from the muscle but he didnât care, the sight of the rivulets of saliva sliding down the silver had him harder than a rock. One of the most technologically advanced pieces of handiwork and you were sucking on it like a little slut, pathetic.
He had you in his room before you could even blink, the rough slamming of the door vibrating the wall he pushed you up against.
âYouâre a little slut ainât you? Sucking on my thumb like my cock, getting your drool everywhere, youâre so lucky I donât make you clean it upâ he spoke as he hastily pulled your shirt and his off, his dog tags jangling softly as they fell back into place between his huge chest. You moved like a magpie, gripping at the shiny metal tags, giving them a squeeze, his name imprinting for a second of the fat of your palm before letting them slip between your fingers.
He watched you, ever fascinated at just how worked up you got about him, but it was your love for his dog tags that had him curious. You always, without fail slipped a finger around them, whether it was when you pulled him close for a kiss or if your slept on his chest, one of your fingers slipped itself through the chain and held them close to your hand.
He wasnât stupid though, he could practically smell when you soaked yourself, always conveniently after his swinging tags made contact with your chin or ran up the column in your spine, the way that little pussy tightened around him when the old metal swept over your lips, tapping your teeth as you moaned out in pleasure. It made him embarrassingly weak too.
âYou want me to fuck you cute girl?â He groaned into the crook of your neck, his plush lips suckling obscene dark marks downward till he reached the crevice of your breasts, your legs wrapped around him tighter as his hand grazed over your sensitive sides to the meat of your tit, gripping it softly and flicking a warm thumb over your nipple. You jerked into him at the shock of pleasure, your hand carding through his waves of hair and pulling him close as worked on the underside of your other boob.
âWords Sweetheart, I need wordsâ He knew it wouldnât be long till you hit that sub space, the same thing always happened when you were stressed, you needed your big Sergeant to take the wheel, use you a little bit.
âPleaseâ fuck the whimper in your voice had him grinding up into you, the scratchy fabric of his jeans meeting the barely their material of the shorts you wore under your gear.
âPlease what sweet thing?â he moved to watch the deep colour of your eyes swim with lust, eradicating any stress they once held, he was doing his job.
âPlease use me Sirâ you whined, fingers wrapping around the chain of his dog tags again to pull him close, finally getting that kiss you so desperately needed. His left hand cupped your cheek, rubbing a thumb over the high point softly, a sharp contrast to the bruising kiss you had going on. Teeth clashed with teeth, soft whimpers falling from your lips as he pushed closer, flicking his tongue viciously with your much weaker one, running against the top of it and sucking once it gave up itâs fight. He pulled you in again, tender with his lips this time, enclosing your swollen ones with his, his tongue running over your upper lip soothingly.
âFuck! Youâre making me go crazyâ he chuckled as he moved off the wall, backing himself up to the bed till his calves hit the frame. He sat down with both of you, your body straddling him, his right hand pushing you back and forth softly on his bulge. The lust in his eyes mixed with a softness as he looked up at you, his metal hand still on your face although now his shiny forefinger and thumb hooked onto your chin, pulling you forward for a kiss, and another, and another. You whined, you didnât want kisses and grinding, you wanted him to blow your back out, use your pretty face, anything but this.
Seeming to sense your thoughts he stopped your movements, the right hand coming up to join his left on either side of your face.
âWhat do you want sweetheart? You want your soldier to ruin you? I can feel how hot you are on my dick⊠you want it bad donât you?â You moaned at his words, dripping filthily from his tongue, he sure had a way to fuck you up without even pulling out his cock.
âYes, yes please. Use meâ he smirked, satisfied at your whimpered begging. With a click of his tongue and a flick of his eyes he had you manoeuvring onto your knees in front of him.
He was a sight, he looked carved from marble, each bend of his body, every nook and muscle and vein delicately etched into rock solid stone to be preserved for a lifetime. His bulge strained painfully against his jeans, angrily awaiting your slender fingers offering it reprise from its tight cell. You were glad to give it just that.
Clumsily, you fiddled with the thick belt around his waist, smiling in satisfaction when the rhythmic clanks finally hit your ears. You flicked the button open and were about to pull the zip of his fly when his hand stopped you.
âWith your mouth sweetnessâ his lip caught between his teeth, a soft blush decorated his face and chest as he watched you. Your tongue ran up the metal, the slight tang hitting your tastebuds, you flicked the little tab until sat snug between your teeth and pulled it down slowly, each tooth of the zip clicking as it finally opened.
Once you were done, Bucky pushed the thick material down his legs with a relieved sigh, letting it pool at his ankles before flicking them off with your help. His hard-on raged against the soft grey briefs, a pool of darkness lay at the head, precum soaking through.
His hands met yours, pulling them up his thighs and hooking them around the waistband of his briefs. He smiles down at you, eyes crinkling and neck craned as he watched you both inch down his underwear until it caught on his tip, he hissed as the scratchy fabric pulled over his silky head before it slapped deliciously onto his public bone and stomach.
âGodâ he chuckled breathlessly at the feeling of finally being free âlook at you drooling all over yourself for me, you want a taste sweet thing?â His metal fingers had wrapped themselves around the fat base of his length, pushing it forward till the spongy tip hooked onto your upper lip, his salty precum smearing over it like a x-rated lip balm.
You pecked the tip of his dick, the tip of your tongue barely poking him as you did. You moved down, lips brushing against every angry vein on his cock until you met the metal of his hand in which you slowly licked a thick strip back up until you swirled your wet muscle against his head relentlessly.
âFuck sweetheart, good girlâ he groaned, head lulling back as his hips jittered off the bed softly, pushing his head into your awaiting mouth. You sucked him in greedily, selfishly inhaling his thick musky scent that had your pussy drooling against your lace panties, threatening to spill into your shortsâ you didnât doubt that if he had you naked, your essence would drip all over the wood of the floorâ heâd have a field day making you clean it up.
âGod youâre so good, haâ making your soldier feel so good, you like your sergeant all needy? Ready to pull you up off that floor and sink my cock into youâ You moaned against his length, gagging softly when he jerked up into the back of your throat.
âShit, Nuh uh get up here, I wanna cum in that pretty pussy, move come onâ He pulled you up and off his length like you weighed nothing at all, his fingers ripping the shorts from your body and only stopping when he caught a glimpse of youâre soaked panties.
âFuck girl, whoâs got you like this hmm?â His thick thumb brushed small circles over your neglected clit. You moaned loudly, jerking off the bed with a shudder at the feeling, more of your slick pooling into your already soaked gusset.
âMmm I can fucking smell you, smell so good baby⊠bet I could fuck you without prep, you want that?â He spoke, his voice deep, laced with primal lustâ nothing like the composed grumpy old man everyone else sawâ no, he was raw, unhinged, pupils blown wide with sexual desire. You wanted nothing more than his cock in you.
âPlease Buck, just your cock I donât care just pleaseâ you cried when he pushed particularly hard on your aching nub, your knuckles turning white as you fisted then covers beneath you; your legs shook as they threatened to close on his thick forearm, you were close already but you didnât want to cum without him filling you out.
He gleamed at your form, fucked out, soaked and crying alreadyâ heâd barely fucking touched youâ he couldnât wait to see your face as he fucked you raw.
He ripped your panties with renewed vigour, the ruined material pulled away from your sensitive heat to hang around the your ankle that now sat over Buckyâs muscular shoulder. Your thigh quaked softly at the stretch but his cold digits ran softly against the tight muscle, soothing it for the time being.
His fat head tapped against your clit, each wet slap causing your body to twitch off the bed at the electric jolts of pleasure it sent up your spine. You could feel Buckyâs fingers circling your entrance, two of his thick fingers squishing into your tight hole as he prepped you lightly. When they left, a long line of arousal followed, connecting him to you, he growled at the sight before licking the wetness from his rough palm and middle finger.
âMmm so sweet, if I wasnât so fucking horny Iâd make you cum all over my face⊠make you soak my mouth, shitâ he was talking more to himself than you but you clenched around nothing at the thought, the thought of him eating you out for hours was not impossible, heâd done it before.
His thick tip drooling against your entrance pulled you from your trance, he pushed softly, hooking his head along the tight rim of your pussy as he stared up at you.
âyou ready sweet thing?â He leaned over, right hand resting against the side of your head, his thumb flicking stray tears from your cheeks. You nodded softly, eyes unmoving from him, watching as his lips twitched in pleasure as his head popped into you, each inch dragging in slowly, aided by your soaked folds.
You moaned pathetically, his head running over your g-spot had you clenching around him, your orgasm hitting you quickly, your hands tightening painfully against the sheets as white hot pleasure soaked through your nerves. Everything was tingling, flashes of colour dancing over your closed eyelids.
Bucky wasnât much better as he watched you, having to will his own orgasm down at the sight of you losing yourself over him already. You were a fucking sight to him, your tits bouncing with each sharp breath you took, mouth hung open allowing each whimper or silent scream to escape unabashedly.
âOhh good girl, thatâs it mmmm shit youâre fucking clenching me tight babyâ Bucky mumbled, words falling from his lips in verbal mush, his own mind barely keeping up. When you finally came down from your high you open your eyes to look up at him, a shy little smile playing on your lips at the way he bore down at you.
âIâm so-â you began but he pushed forward, sucking up your moan at the feeling of him hitting your cervix into his mouth.
âDonât you dare be fucking sorry for that sweetheart, you hear? Fucking almost made me cum like a fucking teenager again, naughty girl ainât you? I fucking love youâ His hot breath panted against your lips as he growled at you, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel ashamed about the pleasure you were feeling. You blushed deeply, it was quite funny just how much his love for you made you blush, even when he was currently pushing against the deepest parts of you.
âCan I move baby?â He asked against your lips, smiling satisfyingly as you nodded before planting a wet kiss on your lips and pushing himself up.
He started slow, letting each vein pull against every nerve in your heat, his teeth clenching at just how tight youâd squeeze every time his head brushed against your sweet bundle of pleasure. His smooth pace never lasted long though, his hips jerked violently against you once he deemed you ready enough, your body slipping up across the sheets at each slam of his hips against your thighs.
He was leaning over you now, your leg pushed up between both your bodies, his dog tags clanging above your face at each jerk of his body. You reached a hand up, encircling the darkened metal, pulling on it as your body twitched with hints of a second orgasm.
âShit! You like when my fucking tags hang over your face, fucking little slut arenât you? You like being fucked like this? your sergeant fucking all that stress away? Mmm god, maybe Iâll put them around your neck next time hmm? Have you wear them when youâre riding me, let them fucking swing between those titsâ god youâd love thatâ Bucky rambled, on and on, thrusts becoming sloppy as you clenched around him for the umpteenth time, only this time your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, you could feel yourself soaking Buckyâs dick and thighsâ probably soaking the already destroyed sheets below you.
With one final thrust Buckyâs moan caught in this throat as he pushed himself the deepest he could go, hot cum soaking your cervix and pushing out against his length to run along your folds, mixing with your juices. His legs give out forcing himself against you even more, pulling a pained whine from you at the feeling. As your orgasms settled, your breathing slightly less laboured although still heavy, you pulled him close by his tags, kissing his blissed out face right on the lips.
âYou were so good for me sweet thing, so fucking goodâ he praised, his metal hand running through your tangled hair, soothing your heated scalp.
He leaned back up with a groan, massaging your aching leg as he pulled it from his shoulder before slipping out of your pussy. You both moaned at the loss, your heat clenching against nothing as his cum slipped from your body in waves. He couldnât tear his eyes from your heat, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he watched intently. You giggled shyly at his intense expression, your aching legs closing softly in embarrassment much to Buckyâs dismay.
âCome on, letâs get you cleaned upâ he smiled, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you to the bathroom. You snuck a glimpse of the sheets as he carried you, the whole area soaked in a mixture of you both.
âOh my godâ you whispered in disbelief against his head.
âWhat?â He replied as he set you down and began running a bath.
âThe sheets are ruined, I canât believe I did thatâ you eyed his naked frame from behind, his wide back flushed red but still absolutely stunning, each muscle rippling as he moved methodically, his small waist directing you to his thick globes. It was then Bucky turned to look at you, catching you ogling at his ass, he laughed when you turned quickly.
âIt makes me proud when I look at those sheets, I mean who else can make you squirt like that? Fucking no oneâ he growled the last part against your lips giving you a quick smooch before turning the water off and lifting you both into the hot bubbled water.
His hands massaged your shoulders, working out the knots from your activities as well as any left over stress from your mission, not that there was any after he fucked it out of you.
You two sat in silence, save for the occasional sigh you let out when he hit the right spot, both savouring each otherâs presence, reminiscing on the way you exhausted each other. You laugh when you remember his words.
âWhat? whatâs got you all giggly?â he asked, nipping the skin on the nape of your neck.
âNothing⊠just⊠were you being serious?â
âAbout what sweetheart?â He eyes you curiously.
âAbout letting me wear your dog tagsâ you suppress a smirk as you feel him twitch against your back, obviously your words sparking something in him.
âWeâll discuss it laterâ he rasped causing you to laugh out loud.
Your week had been stressful, with never ending problems and constant nagging from the higher ups to do the job but when you were in Buckyâs embrace, when you had those dog tags between your fingers or dangling over your face, everything melted away into nothingness, leaving you and Bucky alone.
-
So I lied mwahahahaha, I was going to post it yesterday but I love alcohol so I was drunk but here we are.
Iâm a little nervous to post this one idk why.
I hope you enjoyed x
(I do not own any of the photos, credits to original owners)
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Winterâs Girl
18+ Minors DNI
(I do not own any photos, credits to original owners)
Could you imagine being a scientist on the winter soldier program, your task is to make sure heâs at 100% before every mission. This time though, when you enter his holding cell heâs nowhere to be found.
Note: I HIT 300 FOLLOWERS; thank you guys so much I love you all xxxx
Pairing: Winter Soldier x Reader
Warnings: Translated Russian because Iâm stupid and know one language, Jealous Soldat, use of the word Puppy/Pup as a petname, a lil Biting, Hair pulling, Spanking, Spitting, The Winter Soldier (heâs a warning), Creampie, Heâs a little sweet at the end but there isnât much aftercareâ as always if Iâve missed anymore let me know!
Word Count: 1.2k (of porn with no plot)
You gaze flicks around the room, a little panic stricken but who wouldnât be when a 6ft something assassin had seemingly disappeared from his cell.
The fear bubbling in your belly only triples when you face the long broken mirror that sat just above the sink, behind you his cerulean gaze was undeniable. His hands reach out, the cool metal one wrapping itself around the bottom of your face, muffling any protests, while the other gripped your hip with bruising fingers and pushed you forward till your pubis and upper thighs knocked against the sink.
Your hands fall on instinct to the cold metal as your fingers grip at the surface, when you flick your gaze up to the mirror you can see that what swims in his own orbs isnât anger or the usual killer instinct, noâ the Winter soldier looks at you with lust.
âĐșŃĐ°ŃĐŸŃĐșĐ°â (pretty) He whispers hoarsely against your neck, hot pants of air from his mouth coating your throat like paint. His teeth nip right at your pulse point before his warm tongue smooths over the mark.
When you jerk, his grip tightens, âdonât moveâ He stares at you pointedly through the mirror before both his hands retreat from your frame.
You vaguely register the soft sound of fabric hitting the cold floor before he swipes your own clothes from your body, the harsh air was harsh; it almost felt like dipping your body into a bath filled with ice.
He groans, loud and throaty as his eyes bore into your ass and panties. Despite the cool atmosphere of the cell you feel everywhere burning with a primal want. You wanted this, you had since the first time you worked with the Soldier. He smelled the way you slicked up at the sight of him in nothing but his briefs, blood dripping from his nose, a musky scent radiating from him that had you desperately soaked. He wanted this too, he needed the release and the best kind of toy was one that was willing.
You felt his fat tip press against your hole, pushing in and out softly over the thin lace before it slipped to stimulate your hard little nub. The strong grip on your hip was back, anchoring your feet in their exact spot.
âYou need this?â He kissed sloppily up your spine, It sounded more like a statement than a question but you nodded all the same.
He worked quick after your confirmation. Your panties were pulled to the floor by their soaked gusset and two of his chubby metal fingers speared you, pulling a delightful sounded moan that the Soldier was desperate to hear more of.
They worked methodically, pushing in and curling out, your legs shook at every time the cool pads bumped over each pleasure filled rib.
Once he deemed you ready enough, his fingers slipped from your tight hole to jerk at his thick length, coating himself in your essence. He so desperately wanted to taste you but his cock was crying out for attention, heâd get his fill next time.
âF-fuckâ you moaned loudly as he pushed in, all semblance of decency thrown out the window at the feeling of his fat cock stretching you, there was a burn from ill prep but with the size of him you werenât sure there would be a way to prep. You were thankful that he let up for just a bit so your insides could mould to accommodate him.
When he started thrusting his pace was brutal, his meaty thighs slapping against your own, the sound mixing with the squelching push and pull of his cock along your fluttering folds. Youâd thank his super soldier serum later for his constant pounding pace but right now you could think of nothing but him.
âBucky!â you squealed as his cool digits flicked meticulously across your sensitive clit, your fingernails scraped mindlessly at the shiny plates of his forearm. He growled possessively at the slip of the name, his right hand fisting clumps of your hair to angle your head up to watch you both in the mirror.
âDoes Bucky fuck you like this? Mm?â Jealousy dripped from his words as his metal hand smacked your rear hard before gripping the reddened flesh to cool the area.
You couldnât think, you watched as your thighs jumped at each pound of his hips, the way your mouth had sat slack ever since he shoved his length into you, drool poured from your lips but you didnât careâ you couldnât careâ not with how cock drunk you were.
He smacked your ass again, this time when he gripped the flesh he pulled your cheek to the side, parting your ass before launching a fat glob of spit that ran from your tight little asshole to the spot where you two joined.
âI asked you a fucking question!â He pushed forward, teeth finding the lobe of your ear and biting down, the action pulling a squeaked moan from your swollen mouth.
âNo-no he canât, he canât⊠please Soldier Iâm so closeâ You wailed, one of your own hands travelling down to play with your neglected clit. The soft touch of your fingers had you jerking back to meet him.
âMmm, ĐŃŃĐ°ŃĐœĐœŃĐč ŃĐ”ĐœĐŸĐș (desperate puppy)⊠you cum when I say you canâ he was panting now, hips hammering into you at a slightly sloppier pace; It wouldnât be long until he found his own release as well.
He moaned loudly, he had no control over his own body now, driven only by decades of primal unsatisfied lust. He thrust harder if it were possible, his wild blue eyes glaring at your fucked out face through the cracks in the mirror.
âYou ready pup?â he asked between loud groans.
âMmm, so ready ŃĐŸĐ»ĐŽĐ°Ń (soldier)â you slurred, your head hung loosely between your shoulders when his hand slipped down your spine, youâd lost all energy to hold it up ages agoâ youâd been relying solely on the tight grip he had on your hair.
âAugh, shitâ he growled almost animalistic through clenched teeth, his damp forehead settling on the silky skin stretched over your shoulder blades. He thrust deeply one last time.
âCum angelâŠcumâŠcum on meâ the words fell from his mouth along with slurs of broken Russian as he painted your walls white, his cock twitched against your vice grip as you silently screamed at your own release.
You hadnât the faintest clue how long you two basked in the after glow of whatever you had just done, your mind only coming back to you when you felt his softening length pull from your aching heat. The feeling of your mixed juices slipping from your hole had you almost coming for a second time, especially when you felt his cold fingers drag up the mess it made in your thigh before he pushed it back into your core.
His arms lifted you up with him as he backed up until he sat on a rickety cot in the corner of the room. You had no idea if it would hold both your weights but it was the last thought to cross your mind when his thick arms wrapped around your waist, his flesh fingers rubbing soothing circles over your hip bone. He kissed you, tenderly, before flopping his head onto the almost flat pillow.
You were almost asleep when you heard the deep rumble of his voice behind you. âWho the hell is Bucky?â
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I have an insatiable appetite for jealous Bucky.
I also desperately needed to write something for the worldâs favourite Soldat because I would not sleep peacefully tonight thinking of this and not sharing.
Hope you enjoyed x
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AHHHH!! I love it itâs perfect, Honey is such a badass and Lee finally being soft, what a way to end it.
I'm Still Here - Chapter Five
Lee Bodecker (The Devil All The Time) x Femme Reader
In late 60s Meade, youâre married to Sheriff Bodecker, pregnant with your first child. On paper youâre the perfect couple â the respectable Sheriff and his homemaker wife. This should be one of the happiest times of your lifeâŠso why are the two of you living like ghosts? And is it too late to bridge that gap? Especially when your husband is playing a dangerous game.
Series Masterlist
Warnings: Strong violence, mild violence/threat towards pregnant woman, gun violence, knife violence.
This is the final chapter, I hope you've enjoyed! As always I appreciate reblogs and comments. This was a bit different for me and I enjoyed exploring it.
Wordcount: 3.5k
You could hear the men downstairs, roaming around and picking things up, calling out your name. Lee let you use your real first name after you married him. After all, nobody would find you with Bodecker as your last name, and nobody knew who Honeybee really was, so there was no risk. It was Leeâs idea; he was very clear that you shouldnât lose all of your previous self in order to make room for the new you. He still liked to call you Honey, a little nod to how you met.
You felt rage brimming within as they used your first name, as they moved around your house and pawed at your things. How dare they? Your name wasnât for their mouths, your belongings not for their eyes. The audacity to come into your home, the first real home youâd ever had, shared with the man you loved (and soon shared with your child), and sullying it with their voices, their presence, their grubby hands. Your heart pinched as you briefly wondered what theyâd done to LeeâŠif they had hurt himâŠif he was even still al-
âŠBut you couldnât think about him right now. You needed to concentrate on you and baby. There would be time for him later.
Your finger squeezed the trigger of the shotgun.
These men were not going to take away what youâd fought your entire life for. Yes, it wasnât all smooth sailing right now, but it could be fixed. It could all be fixed. You could see that now, finally it was clear. This wasnât their call to make. You didnât know yet what theyâd taken from youâŠbut if it was Lee? Well. If you couldnât save him, you would avenge him.
âYou take upstairs, Iâll do the kitchen and the garageâ you heard one of them say as they hovered at the foot of the staircase.
This was it. You had been flitting between strategies since you had pulled out the gun. You had considered fleeing, but you werenât exactly agile in your current condition. Plus, most of the neighbours werenât around, so where would you go? Even if you called the station, which wasnât likely as the men would hear you first and corner you by the phone, the police wouldnât get here in time anyway. Your only choice was to go on the offensive.
Them separating was good, much easier to take on one armed man than two. The question was whether you went in guns blazing (literally) and took out goon number one, knowing the sound would send goon number two straight up the stairs right to you. Or maybe you needed to dispatch goon number one more quietly, as not to alert suspicion of goon number two and retain the element of surprise. But a shotgun wasnât exactly a subtle shot, even with a silencer. And there was more of a guarantee youâd take him out quickly if loudly, rather than with a quieter, more discreet method. The last thing you needed was two of them coming for you at once, especially if one is wounded and pissed about it. Lord knows youâd dealt with that enough times in the past to know it was best to avoid.
The careful footsteps up the stairs and then along the hallway meant the decision was made for you. You stayed perfectly still as he drew closer; he called out your name and you gave your stomach a final cursory rub as you watched the doorknob slowly rotateâŠ
The door gently rolled open, and you could pinpoint the moment he saw you, his features pinging across his face in a look of surprise as his fist tightened around the pistol in his right hand.
âMrs-â
But it was too late. You fired, your feet squatting apart to keep your balance from the inevitable recoil. It was much louder than you remembered it being, but maybe it just sounded that way in the cosy enclave of the spare bedroom. The noise thundered in your ears and the stench of gunpowder and heat hit your nose as you bounced backwards slightly.
You watched his expression change for a split second as he realised what was happening, but it was over quickly as the blood and tissue enveloped his fear. His heavy frame slumped to the floor with a sickening thud and just as quickly as heâd arrived, he was face down on the plush cream carpet. You were grateful not to see the full grisly aftermath of your handiwork.
âI promised Iâd never do this again, but you left me no choiceâ you whispered regretfully to him as you pumped the weapon once more. But of course, he couldnât hear you.
You toed the pistol out of his closed fist and kicked it under the dresser. It wasnât like he was going to suddenly get up and start firing â but you could never be too careful.
You held the shotgun back up and tensed your ears through the slight ringing to try and make out the sounds in the rest of the house. The fact that his buddy hadnât run up the stairs, or even called out to check on his friend, worried you. He was either a big rookie at this and was somewhere in the house cowering, or worst-case scenario â he was more experienced than that and was being more cautious than his departed pal as he waited to make his move.
You stayed where you were for a moment, listening to the sounds of the house. Nothing stood out. You could hear the low hum of the refrigerator downstairs and the distant song of a bird outside, but little else. The optimist in you hoped he had fled, but you wouldâve heard the front door. After some time had passed, you took a couple of steps backwards while keeping your eyes on the door. You quickly glanced out of the window. Their van was still parked up out front. No sign of anyone outside.
You moved forward again, back to your post in front of the fallen man. If you glanced quickly you might think he was praying at your feet. The adrenaline was pumping hard as you steadied your breathing and kept the gun raised. You looked out into the hallway once more, seeing only the wedding photo of you and Lee affixed to the wall across from the doorway. You smiled. You both looked so happy.
And you had been happy. It had been difficult to transition to this new life, to give up thieving and fighting for pot roasts and furniture polish. To play your new role, to be a ânormalâ wife, smile in the right places and pretend your mother had taught you to cook and clean and sew like everyone elseâs had. There was an unspoken code all the other wives seemed to know that you could barely scratch the surface of. Every fibre of your being screamed that you didnât belong.
However, falling for Lee had not been difficult. No. It was the easiest thing in the world. You supposed you were already halfway there long before his strange proposal in the woodshed that day. Part of you had always known. You imagined you wouldâve found each other no matter which path you took. It was easy and effortless. It was the one thing you didnât have to fake. There was no artifice in that wedding day smile. Youâre not sure why he took a chance on you, but you were glad he did. You had cherished every moment with him. Every late-night conversation. Every handhold as you strolled in public. Every reassuring hand pressed onto your lower back when he knew you were feeling overwhelmed. Every groan in your ear as he slipped inside of you, every caress, every hungry kiss, every sweet embrace. The safest place in the world was in his arms when the two of you drifted off to sleep. He has saved you and given you a new start, and while it wasnât always sunshine and rainbows, you were grateful. You wanted to make him proud.
And this was no exception.
Time passed and there was still no movement from the missing man. You were both in a stand-off, waiting the other out. It continued. The silence almost mocking.
After more time had passed (it felt like hours) you decided to take the bull by the horns and finish this. You would no longer be cornered in your home; you would tackle this how the Cypress gang used to. Finish it. For baby. For Lee. For you.
You took a deep breath and stepped carefully over the manâs body and out into the hallway, the shotgun raised, and your muscles clenched. You peered out tentatively. Nobody either side. Feeling emboldened you took another step forward.
Before you had time to plan your next move, the shotgun was unceremoniously yanked from behind, leaving your hands and tumbling you to the floor. Fuck. You looked up to a dark-haired man standing over you, the gun barrel pointing between your eyes. He was clenching his teeth in anger.
âYou fucking bitchâŠâ he growled.
He mustâve been hiding out in another room and waited until your guard was down. You shouldâve caught that. Clearly, you were a little rusty.
âYouâre gonna pay for that you whoreâ he snarled at you as he squinted over at the other man.
He sighed. âIâm sorry BoboâŠâ he muttered as he shook his head at the crumpled figure.
âPleaseâŠI-â
âShut upâ he barked, crashing the gun against your forehead. âYou got lucky with your husbandâs gun, but it wonât happen againâ.
âLeeâŠWhereâŠwhere is he?â you asked, your voice hoarse with fear.
âHeâs aliveâ the man muttered. âUnfortunately.â
You thought you might throw up with the relief that flooded you. He was okay. Probably roughed up but okay. All the more reason to keep going.
âPlease sirâŠIâm pregn-â you began to plead but he held up his hand and signalled for you to stop.
âI know. Iâm not blind, sweetheartâ he sighed, almost a hint of regret in his tone. âThis isnât personal, all right? Your fatass husband got you into this mess. Iâm sorryâ.
âYou donât have to do thisâŠâ you said quietly.
âI doâ he sighed again. âI need to show Sheriff Bodecker who is in charge hereâ.
âWhatâŠwhat are you going to do to me? To usâŠ?â you rubbed your stomach.
âJust get downstairsâ he snapped. âDo what I say, and Iâll go as easy as I canâ.
You nodded, your mind going a million miles an hour. Could you run? Try grab the gun off him? Scream?
âIâm going to stand up, alright?â you offered coyly, raising your hands to show you werenât a threat.
He nodded and you slowly got to your feet. The little fall fortunately hadnât been too rough. You were okay. Baby was okay.
All this man knew about you was that you were Leeâs little wife. He thought you got lucky with âBoboâ or whoever that was. Donât give him any reason to doubt that. Back in the gang, you used a similar routine all the time, all doe-eyed and flustered. Men always underestimated you. They simply could not fathom that you were anything less than meek and scared.
âP-please sirâŠâ you mumbled tearfully, shaking a little.
Underestimating your enemy was the worst mistake you could make. He would soon learn that lesson.
He gestured you to go down the stairs and you cautiously descended, moving slowly. He followed close behind, the shotgun looming between your shoulder blades. He was muttering and cursing, clearly improvising all of this after unexpectedly losing his employee.
He led you to the living room when he told you to stop. Keeping the gun pointed on you, he rested it on his shoulder briefly as he used his free hand to dig around in a knapsack on the floor that he mustâve stashed when they came in earlier. You saw rope and duct tape spill out from the opening. You stood there, trembling.
Or he thought you were trembling, at least.
He pulled out a polaroid camera.
âFirstâŠI need to take a few âbeforeâ pictures for the good SheriffâŠâ he murmured. âReally tell the story, yâknowâ.
Fumbling with the camera meant he lost his hold on the gun for a second. Knowing you might not get another chance; you seized the opportunity.
It all happened in slow motion.
You leapt over towards him and grabbed the shotgun barrel with one hand, punching his head away with the other. He was stronger than you, but the shock had thrown him. He managed to yank the handle and the trigger and fired, but your grappling with the barrel meant the bullet fired into the ceiling. You screamed into his face as he tried to pump the gun and reload, but you continued to wrestle the barrel away. He grunted with surprise but quickly regained his composure as he went to his pocket, and you knew he mustâve had a handgun there, just like his friend did.
In the ensuing tussle the two of you fell to the ground. He was on top of you as he cursed at you and went purple with rage, but you screamed right back at him. He pulled the handgun from his pocket with his free hand, and you grabbed at his wrist, trying to push it away.
âIâm going to enjoy this, bitchâ he hissed between a clenched jaw as he raised the gun.
You slammed your hand down as hard as you could into his windpipe and as he choked and spluttered you retrieved Leeâs knife from your brassiere. You pulled it from its sheath and plunged it deep into his neck, twisting it to ensure it took. With your free hand you smacked the gun from his grasp as he moved his fingers to the knife handle. His eyes went wide as he fell forward, and you used the opportunity to roll away from underneath him as he hit the living room carpet, then pulled the gun away and unloaded it. He watched you in disbelief as he bled, stunned at what had just unfolded. Youâd seen that look on men before.
âYeah. Not what you expected, huh?â you taunted.
Panting and rubbing your belly you wiped the sweat from your brow as you took a second to recover. Baby kicked back in silent reciprocation. You noticed the blood on your hands and ruined dress. Just then, the man began to groan. He slowly moved himself up to his knees and began to crawl slowly towards the door.
You were overcome with rage as you sat up and sped towards him. Before you knew it you had pulled the knife from his neck, causing him to collapse as the blood poured.
âMotherfuckerâŠcoming into MY HOME. Hurting MY BABY. MY HUSBANDâŠâ you screamed, punctuating your words with vicious strikes into his back.
He groaned and wheezed and begged as you continued to stab him, your anger a red cloud whipping you into a frenzy you couldnât control. All your pent-up rage about what theyâd tried to do, how theyâd threatened you and baby, and Lee. Nearly losing Lee. And every bit of anger you had held onto â the injustice of the world, the unfair start youâd had in it, everything youâd either lost or never had as your own in the first place. How hard it was to slip into the shoes of a normal person because youâd never truly had the opportunity to try. Honeybee wasnât dead after all, she was right here, and she would never fully leave.
Finally, exhausted, you dropped the knife and slid onto your back, panting. You cringed at the sight of the living room, crimson and stained with death, worlds away from the classically curated yet cosy space it was just a few minutes before. You panted, and just laid there.
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Lee pulled the cruiser into the driveway so fast he knocked the mailbox over, crumpling it beneath his front tyre. Neighbours peeked through the curtains in horror as the Sheriff jumped from his car and high-tailed it across his front yard, shouting his wifeâs name. He kicked through the front door, his voice booming with both anger and panic.
âLee?â you called out from the living room, snapped out of your haze.
âHoneyâŠâ he yelled as he soared towards you. His eyes bulged at the sight of Leroyâs back torn to ribbons.
You reached for him, and he grabbed you and pulled you close, holding you so tight it almost hurt. You gasped at his black eye and the bruises on his face as you traced them carefully with your finger.
âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorryâ he repeated in your ear like a prayer as he kissed your temple and kissed your face and tenderly held you.
âAre you alright? Is baby alright?â he asked desperately.
âItâs okay baby, itâs okay. Weâre okayâ you cooed against his forehead as you kissed him back.
You told him it was okay, and that youâd taken care of it. You told him he needed to stop the shady shit and he promised he would, and he swore on the babyâs life between peppering desperate kisses all over your face.
He took a second to go and tell the peering neighbours it was okay, to stay outside and asked them to call the station as his wife had been the victim of a home invasion. Then he came back and pulled you away from Leroy and into the kitchen where he kissed you long and he kissed you hard, feeling every inch of your body as if he couldnât believe you were here.
âIâve missed you Leeâ you finally said.
âIâve missed you too, Honeyâ he sighed. âI know Iâve been distantâŠI guess Iâm scaredâ.
âIâm scared too, Leeâ you sniffed. âI know I havenât exactly been present eitherâŠthis is a lot for me too. But donât shut me out, okay? We need to do this togetherâ.
He nodded.
âIâm gonna be betterâŠI promiseâ.
He held a tentative hand out to your stomach, moving it slowly towards you. You took it and gently placed it on your belly. He gasped as his fingers made contact with the swell.
âOur little babyâŠin thereâ he smiled.
You smiled back. âSure isâ.
As if on cue, the baby kicked back against his hand, causing Lee to chuckle in disbelief. His eyes brimmed with tears as your heart sang, this was what you wanted. Finally.
âStrong little thingâŠjust like mamaâ he laughed.
You grinned back. âAnd daddyâ.
His expression darkened. âIâm sorryâŠyou had to do that. Like this. And alone. It mustâve brought back some tough memoriesâŠâ
You sighed. âItâs okay. They were bad guys. They were going to hurt me and baby. Theyâd hurt you. I did what I had to do. I know I said Iâd never do it againâŠbut I had toâ.
He nodded again, his fingers stroking at the blood soaked into your dress. âIâll fix it for ya Honey. Alright? Home invasion. Pregnant woman. Leroy and Bobo were known to be involved in organised crime, they put a hit out on the Sheriffâs wife. Itâs open and shut. Donât worry about none of it. Iâll clean it up good and you shouldnât even need to go to courtâ.
He pondered for a second. âGonna be tricky to explain the multiple stab wounds in the back though...â
âPregnancy hormonesâ you giggled.
Lee rolled his eyes and laughed with you. âI told them theyâd die in this houseâŠThey just didnât expect it would be because of youâ.
âYeahâŠthat was unlucky for themâ you snorted.
You both just stood there for a little while, both grateful to have the privilege of being together in this moment in time.
âIâm sorry LeeâŠanother mess of mine for you to clean upâŠâ
âOh Hell, I like cleaning up your messes. Keeps me busy, outta troubleâŠâ he smiled.
He tenderly held your chin between his fingers and looked into your eyes.
âI canât believe I nearly lost youâ he said gravely, shaking his head.
âWell, you didnâât.
âI knowâŠbut I couldaâ.
âLeeâŠâ you said softly. âItâs gonna more than two thugs with guns to get rid of me, you know thatâŠYouâre stuck with me.â
You smiled at your joke, trying to lighten the mood, but he just looked sullen.
âSometimes I worryâŠthat Iâve put a bird in a cage, hereâ he told you, his eyes wide and vulnerable. âMaybe youâre stuck with meâ.
âNoâŠno. You saved me, Leeâ you whispered. âIâm not a prisoner here. Iâm your wifeâ.
He smiled. And you smiled. And you knew it would all be okay, now. You both found your way back to each other once more. You werenât a caged bird at all, you were free. Truly free for the first time in your life.
âI love you, Honeybeeâ.
âI love you too, Sheriff Bodeckerâ.
THE END
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Is there anything sexier than Bucky Barnesâ dog tags swinging in your face?
Didnât think soâŠ
Thanks for reading and reblogging xxx
Sergeantâs Got You
18+ Minors DNI
Youâre stressed, he knows exactly how to make you feel better.
Note: I was asked for something like this, so itâs heavy on the love for his dog tags
Pairing: beefy Bucky (but heâs got that fatws attitude) x reader
Warnings: Dom Bucky, basically smutty right from the get go, filthy buck, he has his metal arm (Iâm a slut for it), you like Buckyâs dog tags, like really like them, Petnames: sweetness, sweetheart, sweet thing, sweetie, good girl, baby, a LOT of dirty talk, sergeant kink, sir kink, oral (M receiving), unprotected p in v sex, heâs rough, degradation, feral Bucky, squirting, creampie, aftercare.
Word Count: 3.2k *insert cat HUH sound*
You were stressed beyond belief. Your mission ended up having a few more loose ends than anyone was anticipating leaving you to pick up the pieces. Now you were finally back in New York and ready to punch the next person who pats your back sympathetically with a âyou triedâ look on their face.
Just as you were contemplating boxing the cupboard in the kitchen than wouldnât stay open two strong arms pulled you back and into a hard body.
âYou alright sweetness?â Bucky spoke into the locks of hair at the back of your ear. His cologne had you relaxing already, the fingers on his right hand hitched up your shirt to rub soothing circles over your hip bone. What really got you was the subtle grind of his hips against your ass; he was a filthy shit, you loved it when he knew what you wanted.
You flipped your body around in his arms, your fingers running up from his abs to his soft chest until they wrapped around his neck. He smirked, he knew exactly what you wanted him to do but he was a tease, you had to tell him or he wouldnât. Itâs just the way the world worked for you sweetheart.
You surged forward, desperate for a taste of the cherry lips you missed so much. You hated to admit just how much the man in front of you affected you, how often on your mission your hand snaked down your body and in-between your legs at the photos Sam sent of your lost puppy husband, his wide back and tiny waist wrapped in that blue Henley that had the arms pulled up to his forearm revealing the long veins and thick structure underneath. You needed him, now.
He pulled back just as your lips brushed his, a dark smirk and a filthy blue colour surfacing in his orbs. Fucking tease.
âYou know you gotta use your words sweetheartâ One of his big hands, his metal one, landed on the back of your skull, the metal thumb dancing over your bottom lip before you sucked it into your wet mouth. He growled at the innocent look you gave him as your tongue flicked over the tip before poking out and running up the underside of the shiny plates.
He pushed down, holding your tongue in place as it travelled, drool dripping from the muscle but he didnât care, the sight of the rivulets of saliva sliding down the silver had him harder than a rock. One of the most technologically advanced pieces of handiwork and you were sucking on it like a little slut, pathetic.
He had you in his room before you could even blink, the rough slamming of the door vibrating the wall he pushed you up against.
âYouâre a little slut ainât you? Sucking on my thumb like my cock, getting your drool everywhere, youâre so lucky I donât make you clean it upâ he spoke as he hastily pulled your shirt and his off, his dog tags jangling softly as they fell back into place between his huge chest. You moved like a magpie, gripping at the shiny metal tags, giving them a squeeze, his name imprinting for a second of the fat of your palm before letting them slip between your fingers.
He watched you, ever fascinated at just how worked up you got about him, but it was your love for his dog tags that had him curious. You always, without fail slipped a finger around them, whether it was when you pulled him close for a kiss or if your slept on his chest, one of your fingers slipped itself through the chain and held them close to your hand.
He wasnât stupid though, he could practically smell when you soaked yourself, always conveniently after his swinging tags made contact with your chin or ran up the column in your spine, the way that little pussy tightened around him when the old metal swept over your lips, tapping your teeth as you moaned out in pleasure. It made him embarrassingly weak too.
âYou want me to fuck you cute girl?â He groaned into the crook of your neck, his plush lips suckling obscene dark marks downward till he reached the crevice of your breasts, your legs wrapped around him tighter as his hand grazed over your sensitive sides to the meat of your tit, gripping it softly and flicking a warm thumb over your nipple. You jerked into him at the shock of pleasure, your hand carding through his waves of hair and pulling him close as worked on the underside of your other boob.
âWords Sweetheart, I need wordsâ He knew it wouldnât be long till you hit that sub space, the same thing always happened when you were stressed, you needed your big Sergeant to take the wheel, use you a little bit.
âPleaseâ fuck the whimper in your voice had him grinding up into you, the scratchy fabric of his jeans meeting the barely their material of the shorts you wore under your gear.
âPlease what sweet thing?â he moved to watch the deep colour of your eyes swim with lust, eradicating any stress they once held, he was doing his job.
âPlease use me Sirâ you whined, fingers wrapping around the chain of his dog tags again to pull him close, finally getting that kiss you so desperately needed. His left hand cupped your cheek, rubbing a thumb over the high point softly, a sharp contrast to the bruising kiss you had going on. Teeth clashed with teeth, soft whimpers falling from your lips as he pushed closer, flicking his tongue viciously with your much weaker one, running against the top of it and sucking once it gave up itâs fight. He pulled you in again, tender with his lips this time, enclosing your swollen ones with his, his tongue running over your upper lip soothingly.
âFuck! Youâre making me go crazyâ he chuckled as he moved off the wall, backing himself up to the bed till his calves hit the frame. He sat down with both of you, your body straddling him, his right hand pushing you back and forth softly on his bulge. The lust in his eyes mixed with a softness as he looked up at you, his metal hand still on your face although now his shiny forefinger and thumb hooked onto your chin, pulling you forward for a kiss, and another, and another. You whined, you didnât want kisses and grinding, you wanted him to blow your back out, use your pretty face, anything but this.
Seeming to sense your thoughts he stopped your movements, the right hand coming up to join his left on either side of your face.
âWhat do you want sweetheart? You want your soldier to ruin you? I can feel how hot you are on my dick⊠you want it bad donât you?â You moaned at his words, dripping filthily from his tongue, he sure had a way to fuck you up without even pulling out his cock.
âYes, yes please. Use meâ he smirked, satisfied at your whimpered begging. With a click of his tongue and a flick of his eyes he had you manoeuvring onto your knees in front of him.
He was a sight, he looked carved from marble, each bend of his body, every nook and muscle and vein delicately etched into rock solid stone to be preserved for a lifetime. His bulge strained painfully against his jeans, angrily awaiting your slender fingers offering it reprise from its tight cell. You were glad to give it just that.
Clumsily, you fiddled with the thick belt around his waist, smiling in satisfaction when the rhythmic clanks finally hit your ears. You flicked the button open and were about to pull the zip of his fly when his hand stopped you.
âWith your mouth sweetnessâ his lip caught between his teeth, a soft blush decorated his face and chest as he watched you. Your tongue ran up the metal, the slight tang hitting your tastebuds, you flicked the little tab until sat snug between your teeth and pulled it down slowly, each tooth of the zip clicking as it finally opened.
Once you were done, Bucky pushed the thick material down his legs with a relieved sigh, letting it pool at his ankles before flicking them off with your help. His hard-on raged against the soft grey briefs, a pool of darkness lay at the head, precum soaking through.
His hands met yours, pulling them up his thighs and hooking them around the waistband of his briefs. He smiles down at you, eyes crinkling and neck craned as he watched you both inch down his underwear until it caught on his tip, he hissed as the scratchy fabric pulled over his silky head before it slapped deliciously onto his public bone and stomach.
âGodâ he chuckled breathlessly at the feeling of finally being free âlook at you drooling all over yourself for me, you want a taste sweet thing?â His metal fingers had wrapped themselves around the fat base of his length, pushing it forward till the spongy tip hooked onto your upper lip, his salty precum smearing over it like a x-rated lip balm.
You pecked the tip of his dick, the tip of your tongue barely poking him as you did. You moved down, lips brushing against every angry vein on his cock until you met the metal of his hand in which you slowly licked a thick strip back up until you swirled your wet muscle against his head relentlessly.
âFuck sweetheart, good girlâ he groaned, head lulling back as his hips jittered off the bed softly, pushing his head into your awaiting mouth. You sucked him in greedily, selfishly inhaling his thick musky scent that had your pussy drooling against your lace panties, threatening to spill into your shortsâ you didnât doubt that if he had you naked, your essence would drip all over the wood of the floorâ heâd have a field day making you clean it up.
âGod youâre so good, haâ making your soldier feel so good, you like your sergeant all needy? Ready to pull you up off that floor and sink my cock into youâ You moaned against his length, gagging softly when he jerked up into the back of your throat.
âShit, Nuh uh get up here, I wanna cum in that pretty pussy, move come onâ He pulled you up and off his length like you weighed nothing at all, his fingers ripping the shorts from your body and only stopping when he caught a glimpse of youâre soaked panties.
âFuck girl, whoâs got you like this hmm?â His thick thumb brushed small circles over your neglected clit. You moaned loudly, jerking off the bed with a shudder at the feeling, more of your slick pooling into your already soaked gusset.
âMmm I can fucking smell you, smell so good baby⊠bet I could fuck you without prep, you want that?â He spoke, his voice deep, laced with primal lustâ nothing like the composed grumpy old man everyone else sawâ no, he was raw, unhinged, pupils blown wide with sexual desire. You wanted nothing more than his cock in you.
âPlease Buck, just your cock I donât care just pleaseâ you cried when he pushed particularly hard on your aching nub, your knuckles turning white as you fisted then covers beneath you; your legs shook as they threatened to close on his thick forearm, you were close already but you didnât want to cum without him filling you out.
He gleamed at your form, fucked out, soaked and crying alreadyâ heâd barely fucking touched youâ he couldnât wait to see your face as he fucked you raw.
He ripped your panties with renewed vigour, the ruined material pulled away from your sensitive heat to hang around the your ankle that now sat over Buckyâs muscular shoulder. Your thigh quaked softly at the stretch but his cold digits ran softly against the tight muscle, soothing it for the time being.
His fat head tapped against your clit, each wet slap causing your body to twitch off the bed at the electric jolts of pleasure it sent up your spine. You could feel Buckyâs fingers circling your entrance, two of his thick fingers squishing into your tight hole as he prepped you lightly. When they left, a long line of arousal followed, connecting him to you, he growled at the sight before licking the wetness from his rough palm and middle finger.
âMmm so sweet, if I wasnât so fucking horny Iâd make you cum all over my face⊠make you soak my mouth, shitâ he was talking more to himself than you but you clenched around nothing at the thought, the thought of him eating you out for hours was not impossible, heâd done it before.
His thick tip drooling against your entrance pulled you from your trance, he pushed softly, hooking his head along the tight rim of your pussy as he stared up at you.
âyou ready sweet thing?â He leaned over, right hand resting against the side of your head, his thumb flicking stray tears from your cheeks. You nodded softly, eyes unmoving from him, watching as his lips twitched in pleasure as his head popped into you, each inch dragging in slowly, aided by your soaked folds.
You moaned pathetically, his head running over your g-spot had you clenching around him, your orgasm hitting you quickly, your hands tightening painfully against the sheets as white hot pleasure soaked through your nerves. Everything was tingling, flashes of colour dancing over your closed eyelids.
Bucky wasnât much better as he watched you, having to will his own orgasm down at the sight of you losing yourself over him already. You were a fucking sight to him, your tits bouncing with each sharp breath you took, mouth hung open allowing each whimper or silent scream to escape unabashedly.
âOhh good girl, thatâs it mmmm shit youâre fucking clenching me tight babyâ Bucky mumbled, words falling from his lips in verbal mush, his own mind barely keeping up. When you finally came down from your high you open your eyes to look up at him, a shy little smile playing on your lips at the way he bore down at you.
âIâm so-â you began but he pushed forward, sucking up your moan at the feeling of him hitting your cervix into his mouth.
âDonât you dare be fucking sorry for that sweetheart, you hear? Fucking almost made me cum like a fucking teenager again, naughty girl ainât you? I fucking love youâ His hot breath panted against your lips as he growled at you, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel ashamed about the pleasure you were feeling. You blushed deeply, it was quite funny just how much his love for you made you blush, even when he was currently pushing against the deepest parts of you.
âCan I move baby?â He asked against your lips, smiling satisfyingly as you nodded before planting a wet kiss on your lips and pushing himself up.
He started slow, letting each vein pull against every nerve in your heat, his teeth clenching at just how tight youâd squeeze every time his head brushed against your sweet bundle of pleasure. His smooth pace never lasted long though, his hips jerked violently against you once he deemed you ready enough, your body slipping up across the sheets at each slam of his hips against your thighs.
He was leaning over you now, your leg pushed up between both your bodies, his dog tags clanging above your face at each jerk of his body. You reached a hand up, encircling the darkened metal, pulling on it as your body twitched with hints of a second orgasm.
âShit! You like when my fucking tags hang over your face, fucking little slut arenât you? You like being fucked like this? your sergeant fucking all that stress away? Mmm god, maybe Iâll put them around your neck next time hmm? Have you wear them when youâre riding me, let them fucking swing between those titsâ god youâd love thatâ Bucky rambled, on and on, thrusts becoming sloppy as you clenched around him for the umpteenth time, only this time your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, you could feel yourself soaking Buckyâs dick and thighsâ probably soaking the already destroyed sheets below you.
With one final thrust Buckyâs moan caught in this throat as he pushed himself the deepest he could go, hot cum soaking your cervix and pushing out against his length to run along your folds, mixing with your juices. His legs give out forcing himself against you even more, pulling a pained whine from you at the feeling. As your orgasms settled, your breathing slightly less laboured although still heavy, you pulled him close by his tags, kissing his blissed out face right on the lips.
âYou were so good for me sweet thing, so fucking goodâ he praised, his metal hand running through your tangled hair, soothing your heated scalp.
He leaned back up with a groan, massaging your aching leg as he pulled it from his shoulder before slipping out of your pussy. You both moaned at the loss, your heat clenching against nothing as his cum slipped from your body in waves. He couldnât tear his eyes from your heat, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he watched intently. You giggled shyly at his intense expression, your aching legs closing softly in embarrassment much to Buckyâs dismay.
âCome on, letâs get you cleaned upâ he smiled, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you to the bathroom. You snuck a glimpse of the sheets as he carried you, the whole area soaked in a mixture of you both.
âOh my godâ you whispered in disbelief against his head.
âWhat?â He replied as he set you down and began running a bath.
âThe sheets are ruined, I canât believe I did thatâ you eyed his naked frame from behind, his wide back flushed red but still absolutely stunning, each muscle rippling as he moved methodically, his small waist directing you to his thick globes. It was then Bucky turned to look at you, catching you ogling at his ass, he laughed when you turned quickly.
âIt makes me proud when I look at those sheets, I mean who else can make you squirt like that? Fucking no oneâ he growled the last part against your lips giving you a quick smooch before turning the water off and lifting you both into the hot bubbled water.
His hands massaged your shoulders, working out the knots from your activities as well as any left over stress from your mission, not that there was any after he fucked it out of you.
You two sat in silence, save for the occasional sigh you let out when he hit the right spot, both savouring each otherâs presence, reminiscing on the way you exhausted each other. You laugh when you remember his words.
âWhat? whatâs got you all giggly?â he asked, nipping the skin on the nape of your neck.
âNothing⊠just⊠were you being serious?â
âAbout what sweetheart?â He eyes you curiously.
âAbout letting me wear your dog tagsâ you suppress a smirk as you feel him twitch against your back, obviously your words sparking something in him.
âWeâll discuss it laterâ he rasped causing you to laugh out loud.
Your week had been stressful, with never ending problems and constant nagging from the higher ups to do the job but when you were in Buckyâs embrace, when you had those dog tags between your fingers or dangling over your face, everything melted away into nothingness, leaving you and Bucky alone.
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So I lied mwahahahaha, I was going to post it yesterday but I love alcohol so I was drunk but here we are.
Iâm a little nervous to post this one idk why.
I hope you enjoyed x
(I do not own any of the photos, credits to original owners)
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Sergeantâs Got You
18+ Minors DNI
Youâre stressed, he knows exactly how to make you feel better.
Note: I was asked for something like this, so itâs heavy on the love for his dog tags
Pairing: beefy Bucky (but heâs got that fatws attitude) x reader
Warnings: Dom Bucky, basically smutty right from the get go, filthy buck, he has his metal arm (Iâm a slut for it), you like Buckyâs dog tags, like really like them, Petnames: sweetness, sweetheart, sweet thing, sweetie, good girl, baby, a LOT of dirty talk, sergeant kink, sir kink, oral (M receiving), unprotected p in v sex, heâs rough, degradation, feral Bucky, squirting, creampie, aftercare.
Word Count: 3.2k *insert cat HUH sound*
You were stressed beyond belief. Your mission ended up having a few more loose ends than anyone was anticipating leaving you to pick up the pieces. Now you were finally back in New York and ready to punch the next person who pats your back sympathetically with a âyou triedâ look on their face.
Just as you were contemplating boxing the cupboard in the kitchen than wouldnât stay open two strong arms pulled you back and into a hard body.
âYou alright sweetness?â Bucky spoke into the locks of hair at the back of your ear. His cologne had you relaxing already, the fingers on his right hand hitched up your shirt to rub soothing circles over your hip bone. What really got you was the subtle grind of his hips against your ass; he was a filthy shit, you loved it when he knew what you wanted.
You flipped your body around in his arms, your fingers running up from his abs to his soft chest until they wrapped around his neck. He smirked, he knew exactly what you wanted him to do but he was a tease, you had to tell him or he wouldnât. Itâs just the way the world worked for you sweetheart.
You surged forward, desperate for a taste of the cherry lips you missed so much. You hated to admit just how much the man in front of you affected you, how often on your mission your hand snaked down your body and in-between your legs at the photos Sam sent of your lost puppy husband, his wide back and tiny waist wrapped in that blue Henley that had the arms pulled up to his forearm revealing the long veins and thick structure underneath. You needed him, now.
He pulled back just as your lips brushed his, a dark smirk and a filthy blue colour surfacing in his orbs. Fucking tease.
âYou know you gotta use your words sweetheartâ One of his big hands, his metal one, landed on the back of your skull, the metal thumb dancing over your bottom lip before you sucked it into your wet mouth. He growled at the innocent look you gave him as your tongue flicked over the tip before poking out and running up the underside of the shiny plates.
He pushed down, holding your tongue in place as it travelled, drool dripping from the muscle but he didnât care, the sight of the rivulets of saliva sliding down the silver had him harder than a rock. One of the most technologically advanced pieces of handiwork and you were sucking on it like a little slut, pathetic.
He had you in his room before you could even blink, the rough slamming of the door vibrating the wall he pushed you up against.
âYouâre a little slut ainât you? Sucking on my thumb like my cock, getting your drool everywhere, youâre so lucky I donât make you clean it upâ he spoke as he hastily pulled your shirt and his off, his dog tags jangling softly as they fell back into place between his huge chest. You moved like a magpie, gripping at the shiny metal tags, giving them a squeeze, his name imprinting for a second of the fat of your palm before letting them slip between your fingers.
He watched you, ever fascinated at just how worked up you got about him, but it was your love for his dog tags that had him curious. You always, without fail slipped a finger around them, whether it was when you pulled him close for a kiss or if your slept on his chest, one of your fingers slipped itself through the chain and held them close to your hand.
He wasnât stupid though, he could practically smell when you soaked yourself, always conveniently after his swinging tags made contact with your chin or ran up the column in your spine, the way that little pussy tightened around him when the old metal swept over your lips, tapping your teeth as you moaned out in pleasure. It made him embarrassingly weak too.
âYou want me to fuck you cute girl?â He groaned into the crook of your neck, his plush lips suckling obscene dark marks downward till he reached the crevice of your breasts, your legs wrapped around him tighter as his hand grazed over your sensitive sides to the meat of your tit, gripping it softly and flicking a warm thumb over your nipple. You jerked into him at the shock of pleasure, your hand carding through his waves of hair and pulling him close as worked on the underside of your other boob.
âWords Sweetheart, I need wordsâ He knew it wouldnât be long till you hit that sub space, the same thing always happened when you were stressed, you needed your big Sergeant to take the wheel, use you a little bit.
âPleaseâ fuck the whimper in your voice had him grinding up into you, the scratchy fabric of his jeans meeting the barely their material of the shorts you wore under your gear.
âPlease what sweet thing?â he moved to watch the deep colour of your eyes swim with lust, eradicating any stress they once held, he was doing his job.
âPlease use me Sirâ you whined, fingers wrapping around the chain of his dog tags again to pull him close, finally getting that kiss you so desperately needed. His left hand cupped your cheek, rubbing a thumb over the high point softly, a sharp contrast to the bruising kiss you had going on. Teeth clashed with teeth, soft whimpers falling from your lips as he pushed closer, flicking his tongue viciously with your much weaker one, running against the top of it and sucking once it gave up itâs fight. He pulled you in again, tender with his lips this time, enclosing your swollen ones with his, his tongue running over your upper lip soothingly.
âFuck! Youâre making me go crazyâ he chuckled as he moved off the wall, backing himself up to the bed till his calves hit the frame. He sat down with both of you, your body straddling him, his right hand pushing you back and forth softly on his bulge. The lust in his eyes mixed with a softness as he looked up at you, his metal hand still on your face although now his shiny forefinger and thumb hooked onto your chin, pulling you forward for a kiss, and another, and another. You whined, you didnât want kisses and grinding, you wanted him to blow your back out, use your pretty face, anything but this.
Seeming to sense your thoughts he stopped your movements, the right hand coming up to join his left on either side of your face.
âWhat do you want sweetheart? You want your soldier to ruin you? I can feel how hot you are on my dick⊠you want it bad donât you?â You moaned at his words, dripping filthily from his tongue, he sure had a way to fuck you up without even pulling out his cock.
âYes, yes please. Use meâ he smirked, satisfied at your whimpered begging. With a click of his tongue and a flick of his eyes he had you manoeuvring onto your knees in front of him.
He was a sight, he looked carved from marble, each bend of his body, every nook and muscle and vein delicately etched into rock solid stone to be preserved for a lifetime. His bulge strained painfully against his jeans, angrily awaiting your slender fingers offering it reprise from its tight cell. You were glad to give it just that.
Clumsily, you fiddled with the thick belt around his waist, smiling in satisfaction when the rhythmic clanks finally hit your ears. You flicked the button open and were about to pull the zip of his fly when his hand stopped you.
âWith your mouth sweetnessâ his lip caught between his teeth, a soft blush decorated his face and chest as he watched you. Your tongue ran up the metal, the slight tang hitting your tastebuds, you flicked the little tab until sat snug between your teeth and pulled it down slowly, each tooth of the zip clicking as it finally opened.
Once you were done, Bucky pushed the thick material down his legs with a relieved sigh, letting it pool at his ankles before flicking them off with your help. His hard-on raged against the soft grey briefs, a pool of darkness lay at the head, precum soaking through.
His hands met yours, pulling them up his thighs and hooking them around the waistband of his briefs. He smiles down at you, eyes crinkling and neck craned as he watched you both inch down his underwear until it caught on his tip, he hissed as the scratchy fabric pulled over his silky head before it slapped deliciously onto his public bone and stomach.
âGodâ he chuckled breathlessly at the feeling of finally being free âlook at you drooling all over yourself for me, you want a taste sweet thing?â His metal fingers had wrapped themselves around the fat base of his length, pushing it forward till the spongy tip hooked onto your upper lip, his salty precum smearing over it like a x-rated lip balm.
You pecked the tip of his dick, the tip of your tongue barely poking him as you did. You moved down, lips brushing against every angry vein on his cock until you met the metal of his hand in which you slowly licked a thick strip back up until you swirled your wet muscle against his head relentlessly.
âFuck sweetheart, good girlâ he groaned, head lulling back as his hips jittered off the bed softly, pushing his head into your awaiting mouth. You sucked him in greedily, selfishly inhaling his thick musky scent that had your pussy drooling against your lace panties, threatening to spill into your shortsâ you didnât doubt that if he had you naked, your essence would drip all over the wood of the floorâ heâd have a field day making you clean it up.
âGod youâre so good, haâ making your soldier feel so good, you like your sergeant all needy? Ready to pull you up off that floor and sink my cock into youâ You moaned against his length, gagging softly when he jerked up into the back of your throat.
âShit, Nuh uh get up here, I wanna cum in that pretty pussy, move come onâ He pulled you up and off his length like you weighed nothing at all, his fingers ripping the shorts from your body and only stopping when he caught a glimpse of youâre soaked panties.
âFuck girl, whoâs got you like this hmm?â His thick thumb brushed small circles over your neglected clit. You moaned loudly, jerking off the bed with a shudder at the feeling, more of your slick pooling into your already soaked gusset.
âMmm I can fucking smell you, smell so good baby⊠bet I could fuck you without prep, you want that?â He spoke, his voice deep, laced with primal lustâ nothing like the composed grumpy old man everyone else sawâ no, he was raw, unhinged, pupils blown wide with sexual desire. You wanted nothing more than his cock in you.
âPlease Buck, just your cock I donât care just pleaseâ you cried when he pushed particularly hard on your aching nub, your knuckles turning white as you fisted then covers beneath you; your legs shook as they threatened to close on his thick forearm, you were close already but you didnât want to cum without him filling you out.
He gleamed at your form, fucked out, soaked and crying alreadyâ heâd barely fucking touched youâ he couldnât wait to see your face as he fucked you raw.
He ripped your panties with renewed vigour, the ruined material pulled away from your sensitive heat to hang around the your ankle that now sat over Buckyâs muscular shoulder. Your thigh quaked softly at the stretch but his cold digits ran softly against the tight muscle, soothing it for the time being.
His fat head tapped against your clit, each wet slap causing your body to twitch off the bed at the electric jolts of pleasure it sent up your spine. You could feel Buckyâs fingers circling your entrance, two of his thick fingers squishing into your tight hole as he prepped you lightly. When they left, a long line of arousal followed, connecting him to you, he growled at the sight before licking the wetness from his rough palm and middle finger.
âMmm so sweet, if I wasnât so fucking horny Iâd make you cum all over my face⊠make you soak my mouth, shitâ he was talking more to himself than you but you clenched around nothing at the thought, the thought of him eating you out for hours was not impossible, heâd done it before.
His thick tip drooling against your entrance pulled you from your trance, he pushed softly, hooking his head along the tight rim of your pussy as he stared up at you.
âyou ready sweet thing?â He leaned over, right hand resting against the side of your head, his thumb flicking stray tears from your cheeks. You nodded softly, eyes unmoving from him, watching as his lips twitched in pleasure as his head popped into you, each inch dragging in slowly, aided by your soaked folds.
You moaned pathetically, his head running over your g-spot had you clenching around him, your orgasm hitting you quickly, your hands tightening painfully against the sheets as white hot pleasure soaked through your nerves. Everything was tingling, flashes of colour dancing over your closed eyelids.
Bucky wasnât much better as he watched you, having to will his own orgasm down at the sight of you losing yourself over him already. You were a fucking sight to him, your tits bouncing with each sharp breath you took, mouth hung open allowing each whimper or silent scream to escape unabashedly.
âOhh good girl, thatâs it mmmm shit youâre fucking clenching me tight babyâ Bucky mumbled, words falling from his lips in verbal mush, his own mind barely keeping up. When you finally came down from your high you open your eyes to look up at him, a shy little smile playing on your lips at the way he bore down at you.
âIâm so-â you began but he pushed forward, sucking up your moan at the feeling of him hitting your cervix into his mouth.
âDonât you dare be fucking sorry for that sweetheart, you hear? Fucking almost made me cum like a fucking teenager again, naughty girl ainât you? I fucking love youâ His hot breath panted against your lips as he growled at you, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel ashamed about the pleasure you were feeling. You blushed deeply, it was quite funny just how much his love for you made you blush, even when he was currently pushing against the deepest parts of you.
âCan I move baby?â He asked against your lips, smiling satisfyingly as you nodded before planting a wet kiss on your lips and pushing himself up.
He started slow, letting each vein pull against every nerve in your heat, his teeth clenching at just how tight youâd squeeze every time his head brushed against your sweet bundle of pleasure. His smooth pace never lasted long though, his hips jerked violently against you once he deemed you ready enough, your body slipping up across the sheets at each slam of his hips against your thighs.
He was leaning over you now, your leg pushed up between both your bodies, his dog tags clanging above your face at each jerk of his body. You reached a hand up, encircling the darkened metal, pulling on it as your body twitched with hints of a second orgasm.
âShit! You like when my fucking tags hang over your face, fucking little slut arenât you? You like being fucked like this? your sergeant fucking all that stress away? Mmm god, maybe Iâll put them around your neck next time hmm? Have you wear them when youâre riding me, let them fucking swing between those titsâ god youâd love thatâ Bucky rambled, on and on, thrusts becoming sloppy as you clenched around him for the umpteenth time, only this time your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, you could feel yourself soaking Buckyâs dick and thighsâ probably soaking the already destroyed sheets below you.
With one final thrust Buckyâs moan caught in this throat as he pushed himself the deepest he could go, hot cum soaking your cervix and pushing out against his length to run along your folds, mixing with your juices. His legs give out forcing himself against you even more, pulling a pained whine from you at the feeling. As your orgasms settled, your breathing slightly less laboured although still heavy, you pulled him close by his tags, kissing his blissed out face right on the lips.
âYou were so good for me sweet thing, so fucking goodâ he praised, his metal hand running through your tangled hair, soothing your heated scalp.
He leaned back up with a groan, massaging your aching leg as he pulled it from his shoulder before slipping out of your pussy. You both moaned at the loss, your heat clenching against nothing as his cum slipped from your body in waves. He couldnât tear his eyes from your heat, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he watched intently. You giggled shyly at his intense expression, your aching legs closing softly in embarrassment much to Buckyâs dismay.
âCome on, letâs get you cleaned upâ he smiled, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you to the bathroom. You snuck a glimpse of the sheets as he carried you, the whole area soaked in a mixture of you both.
âOh my godâ you whispered in disbelief against his head.
âWhat?â He replied as he set you down and began running a bath.
âThe sheets are ruined, I canât believe I did thatâ you eyed his naked frame from behind, his wide back flushed red but still absolutely stunning, each muscle rippling as he moved methodically, his small waist directing you to his thick globes. It was then Bucky turned to look at you, catching you ogling at his ass, he laughed when you turned quickly.
âIt makes me proud when I look at those sheets, I mean who else can make you squirt like that? Fucking no oneâ he growled the last part against your lips giving you a quick smooch before turning the water off and lifting you both into the hot bubbled water.
His hands massaged your shoulders, working out the knots from your activities as well as any left over stress from your mission, not that there was any after he fucked it out of you.
You two sat in silence, save for the occasional sigh you let out when he hit the right spot, both savouring each otherâs presence, reminiscing on the way you exhausted each other. You laugh when you remember his words.
âWhat? whatâs got you all giggly?â he asked, nipping the skin on the nape of your neck.
âNothing⊠just⊠were you being serious?â
âAbout what sweetheart?â He eyes you curiously.
âAbout letting me wear your dog tagsâ you suppress a smirk as you feel him twitch against your back, obviously your words sparking something in him.
âWeâll discuss it laterâ he rasped causing you to laugh out loud.
Your week had been stressful, with never ending problems and constant nagging from the higher ups to do the job but when you were in Buckyâs embrace, when you had those dog tags between your fingers or dangling over your face, everything melted away into nothingness, leaving you and Bucky alone.
-
So I lied mwahahahaha, I was going to post it yesterday but I love alcohol so I was drunk but here we are.
Iâm a little nervous to post this one idk why.
I hope you enjoyed x
(I do not own any of the photos, credits to original owners)
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I love these two so much, the way you write them is fantastic and Iâm super excited to see where it goes from here!! Thank you for keeping my love for big ole Lee alive â„ïžâ„ïž
I'm Still Here - Chapter Four
Lee Bodecker (The Devil All The Time) x Femme Reader
In late 60s Meade, youâre married to Sheriff Bodecker, pregnant with your first child. On paper youâre the perfect couple â the respectable Sheriff and his homemaker wife. This should be one of the happiest times of your lifeâŠso why are the two of you living like ghosts? And is it too late to bridge that gap? Especially when your husband is playing a dangerous game.
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Warnings: Violence, guns, mentions of crime - robberies etc, mentions of traumatic childhood, injury. This is the penultimate chapter, next part is the last!
Wordcount: 3.1k
Back in the pastâŠ
âLooks like we have ourselves an old-fashioned standoff here, Honeybeeâ. He told you stoically as he kept his eyes on you. If he was at all anxious, he didnât show it.
âSure seems that wayâ you smiled back.Â
The two of you remained still, pistols drawn and cautiously trained on each other. Both waiting to see what the other was going to do.
âMaybe you should put that down and come with me, Honeyâ Lee said softly.
His voice was smooth like molasses. Not like the other cops you knew. And youâd known many. You were intrigued by him, most of the rookies you got your hands on either trembled like schoolboys or went in too aggressively as if trying to overcompensate. LeeâŠhe just seemedâŠinterested? Amused?
Maybe you were interested, too.
You shook your head. âSorry Lee, you know I canât do thatâ you sighed.Â
âI know HoneyâŠbut the boys are outside with your friends right now, roundinâ them upâŠand itâll be better for you to come quiet. Donât you think?â
You grinned. âI never come quiet, Deputy Bodeckerâ.
He just snickered at your double entendre. âYouâre a piece of work, arenât ya?â
You shrugged at him teasingly.Â
âI meant itâ he continued. âIf you come willingly, itâll look better for you. The judge might go easy on ya. You could tell him you were coercedâŠvulnerableâŠjust a girl who got caught up in the wrong crowd and didnât know what she was doinâ. It happens all the timeâ.
A hollow laugh escaped you. âNice try, Lee. But do you really think the judge and jury are gonna buy that the girl firing at cop cars during high-speed chases is vulnerable and clueless?â
âMm. Worth a shotâ he snickered again and narrowed his eyes.
âTheyâll be okay, my gang. They always are. Theyâre slipperyâ.
âOh, I donât doubt thatâŠbut they only need to slip up once. Hubris is dangerous, Honey.â
âDonât worry about me, Leeâ.
âWell, I am worried. You strike me as the kind of girl who didnât have no one worryinâ âbout her for a long timeâ he told you.
Your breath hitched. You knew this was a common cop tactic, them trying to empathise with you and lure you in with empty platitudes about how well they âknowâ youâŠbut his insight caught you off guard for a second just the same. You shook it off.
âI have Billy. And the gang. I do just fineâ you replied curtly.
Lee nodded, studying you carefully. He kept the gun trained on you as his eyes bore into yours. âMmmâŠif you say so, Honey. But Iâve met a lot of Billys in my time, and we both know he wouldnât hesitate to sell you down the river if it meant saving his own ass. So maybe you should get the jump on himâ.
That stung. You loved Billy, and he loved you too. This cop didnât know you. Either of you. He knew nothing about you or what Billy would do for you. What youâd do for each other! He was just another pig.
Your face became an ugly scowl.
Lee watched, realising heâd pushed you too far. He felt a twinge of regret, not just at losing the opportunity to take a member of the infamous Cypress gang into the station, but strangely, he also didnât like that heâd upset you.
âI told you, Bodecker, I do just fineâ you told him angrily.
Before he had a chance to respond you fired the pistol, sending a warning shot into the wooden doorframe just above his head. He flinched and recoiled at the sound, and you took that moment of confusion to speed out of the front door.
Lee regained his composure and yelled after you, breaking into a run and pursuing you. He sprinted with his gun in hand just in time to see that damned VW bus belt it out of the property, with you sliding agilely inside through one of the windows.
The Cypress gang were loose once again.
Lee stood helplessly as Finlay and the squad approached behind him, some muttering obscenities and radio-ing back to the station. A couple of cruisers catapulted out of the driveway to follow the bus, but they all knew they were licked. Finlay clamped a paternal hand onto Leeâs back, assuring him that heâd get them next time.
Lee just nodded, staring thoughtfully out to the road.
That was the first time you met.
*
You met lots of times after that day.
Sometimes during busts. Sometimes on the road. Once even during a bank robbery. You and the gang always manage to evade them in the end, but there had been some close calls.
You and Lee always exchanged little looks or nods when you found yourself together again. Small waves. Eventually pleasantries. One time Lee surprised you in a barn you were laying low in after a particularly tiresome chase. He pinned you down against the dirt and the hay and you gasped a little at the feeling of his weight on you as he held you down and told you to be a good girl. You did your best to ignore the surge of electricity it sent through you. He even got one of the cuffs on you before you headbutted him and managed to speed away. Later, Cosmo had to cut them off using a saw and a file heâd stolen from a carpenter. Not your finest hour.
It was always nice to see him. You would feel a weird tingle in your stomach when he appeared. Youâd find yourself searching the faces of cops during any showdowns and youâd feel a strange relief when you found him. You knew these feelings couldnât mean anything good. You knew you had to move beyond it. But you couldnât help yourself. As time rolled on you saw Lee grow from a rookie to eventually becoming Finlayâs right-hand man. He held himself more confidently, moving with more authority than before. His middle had softened, and his cheeks filled out as he rose through the ranks, but that was okay. He was still handsome, and there was something about his sturdiness that you liked.
You once had a blazing argument with Billy about him putting his own needs above the gangâsâŠit seemed to be happening more and moreâŠand youâd stormed off to the gas station across from the sleazy motel you were staying in, eyes brimming with tears and jaw clenching in anger. You thought about how tiring this way of life was, how weary you were becoming.
Youâd grown up with nothing, drifting between orphanages and group homes without so much as a doll of your own. Youâd grown hard and distrustful, careful not to let anyway get too close lest they leave you again. You became tough, taking no shit from the other kids and establishing yourself as a figure not to be messed with. You stole from grocery stores to subsidise the measly food portions you were given, and that graduated to stealing more â a comb from the pharmacy, a make-up compact, a radio from the electronics storeâŠand, eventually, cars. You found it all quite easy. You just had to push down any guilt you felt and remind yourself that you were the only person you could rely on.
Youâd met Billy after you tried to pick his pocket on the street. Rather than turn you in, he pointed out where youâd gone wrong. You had thought he was beautiful with his blonde hair and intense eyes. Heâd taken you under his wing and you followed him gladly. Of course you fell in love with him, how could you not? It was as if someone was seeing you for the first time, someone who saw the ugliness within you but didnât flinch â if anything he welcomed it. He taught you everything he knew and introduced you to the others, and thus the gang was born. You had a warm bed every night, even if you moved around a lot, plus your belly was always full and you always had money in your pocket. Never before had these things been your reality. Yes, some of the stuff you got up to made you queasy, you remember the first time youâd shot a man and the sickening thwump of the bullet as it pierced his skin, but he was coming straight for you and it was you or him. And thatâs what you told yourself. It was them or you. And you had to survive.
Billy had saved you and it was your job to save him too. So you looked out for him, had his back. You learnt to shoot and you got good at it, too. As long as you had each other you would be okay.
But after that argument, as you marched into the gas station with your heart pounding, you wondered if you were cut out for this life. Sometimes you questioned if you should just turn yourself in and give it all up. Hope for a sympathetic judge like Lee said. Jail would be tough but at least you wouldnât have to keep running.
But it was too late. Youâd gone too far now.
As you paid for a soda you caught a glimpse of yourself on the Wanted poster displayed behind the register. Billyâs was next to yours, then the others along from his. Fortunately, your hair looked a little different now and the picture quality wasnât great. Still, you could never be too careful. You pulled your hat down and disappeared back out into the night. A ghost, like always.
*
Lee was dealing with his own confusing feelings. You were a felon, the opposite of everything his job stood for. It was his job to catch people like you and put them away, to protect the world from your kind. So why couldnât he stop thinking about you? He so enjoyed the cat and mouse game with you, the excitement of catching you off guard and seeing the mischief across your face. As much as he wanted to capture you, he knew he would be slightly disappointed when that day came because it would be over. Strangely, he knew heâd miss you. Plus, the chase had ignited something in him, something primal and predatory. That day in the barn when he caught you, trapping you between his thighs as he watched the âoâ of surprise on your face as you realised, heâd bested you. He watched the glimmer of excitement in your eyes when he told you to be good. He felt the warmth of your body beneath him and imagined what it would be like to feel you properly. His rational mind screamed at him to stay away but he couldnât help himself. Like a moth to a flame, you brought him back every time.
Of course, everything must end.
*
The shoot-out at Manvilleâs Farm had been bad. Really bad.
The cops had cornered you there after a robbery went wrong, it wasnât a good spot to hide out, but it was the only option. Cosmo had been killed in the chaos and Violet had been captured. There was nothing you couldâve done to help them.
You and Billy were cornered in a woodshed, and you were bleeding from a bullet wound in your leg which youâd poorly dressed with a handkerchief. Billy was clutching onto the suitcase of cash heâd salvaged and was staring at it as if it held the answer to all your prayers. Things had been tough between you for a while now. You knew he was pulling away from you.
âBillyâŠâ you uttered meekly.
âShut UP, Honeybeeâ he barked. âIâm trying to thinkâŠâ
He didnât get a chance to finish his sentence as you both heard the heavy steps outside drawing closer. You exchanged a look, and you knew this was it. At least youâd go down together.
You turned to reach for his hand but to your horror he leapt to his feet and began to climb to the little window at the back of the shed.
âBilly!â you squeaked, unable to grasp the betrayal as he shimmied himself through the gap.
âIâm sorry, baby. Iâm sorryâŠReally, I amâŠâ he shot you a glance of regret and then he was gone.
You gawped at the window in horror, your heart in so much pain you thought it would burst. A few moments later you heard a wail of pain somewhere in the distance followed by a series of curses, but you didnât have time to really react before the door swung open. You already knew who it would be.
âHi Leeâ you said glumly.
He stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips, eyeing you carefully. At the very least, you were glad it was him who would be taking you away. He looked handsome, as always. His hair was shorter. His middle a little wider. But he was still Lee.
âThat must smartâ he said quietly as he looked to the wound on your leg. âGuess thatâs why you ainât runninâ no moreâ.
You nodded.
âBut Iâm guessing Lover Boy abandoning you hurt even moreâ.
Your eyes filled with tears, and you nodded again.
He sighed, dropping to his knees and tenderly moving some hair from your face. He moved to reveal Billyâs suitcase of cash behind him, giving it a tap.
âIf it helpsâŠwe got himâ.
You scoffed. He betrayed you, and for what? To suffer the same fate anyway? What a waste. All of it had been a waste.
âHe got caught in a bear trap Old Man Manville had put out to catch the stray dogs who go after his livestock. Heâll live, just in a lot of pain. The boys are with him now waitinâ on a medic. Theyâre all so excited to have caught Billy the Kid that the heatâs off you for now, Honeyâ.
âIdiotâ you scoffed. Although the fact he suffered was a small comfort to you.
âSoâŠitâs finally time huh?â he said kindly, his voice softening.
âI guess soâ you said tearfully. âIâm sorry, Leeâ.
âItâs okay, Honeyâ he cooed. âYouâre okayâ.
âI justâŠI donât want to do it anymore. You know? Iâm so tiredâŠâ
He nodded. âWellâŠyou donât have to, not anymoreâ.
âCan I tell you something, Lee?â you whispered.
âAnything, Honeybeeâ.
âItâs silly butâŠI sometimes dream about having a normal life. You know? Just being somebodyâs wifeâŠsomebodyâs mother. Keeping a home. Living simple. Is that dumb?â
He shook his head. âNot at all, Honey. I think thatâs what most of us wantâ.
You both sat in the silence for a little while before he sighed.
âYou knowâŠI been offered a job over in Knockemstiff, Meade. Few hundred miles from here. They want me to be their Sheriffâ he told you.
You furrowed your brow, unsure what this had to do with you. âUhâŠokayâ.
He took your hand, gingerly.
âHoneybeeâŠcome with meâ.
You scoffed in disbelief. âWhat??â
âYou heard me. Come with me. Marry me. Start that normal life youâve always wantedâŠâ
You laughed out loud. This had to be some weird joke. But you looked into his deep blue eyes, and he wasnât laughing. He stood once more, his hands on his belt buckle as he watched you with utter sincerity.
âI can take care of things hereâ he said gravely. âYou can start over. Both of us can. Nobody will ever know. Weâll be far enough away from anyone who might recognise youâ.
You blinked at him. âYouâreâŠserious?â
âIâll take care of you, Honey. I know we donât know each other well, yet, but we can. I thinkâŠI knowâŠwe can be happyâ.
âI donâtâŠwhat? WeâŠWe canâtâ.
âYou know we can. You feel our connection. I feel it tooâ.
He must be insane. But clearly you were just as insane as him because you found yourself actually considering it.
âIf I didâŠif we did thisâŠtheyâd find meâŠâ
âThey wouldnât. Iâd make sure of it.â
You shook your head in disbelief.
âEven if we couldâŠIâve done bad shit, Lee. Real bad. Donât you want a nice little wife who knows how to make a good casserole? Not some crazy bitch who knows how to hot wire a carâ.
He laughed. âNo. I want the crazy bitchâ.
You scoffed again. âAnd even if I agreeâŠhow do you know I wonât just run out on you?â
âYou wonâtâ he said confidently.
âIâŠIâm not a good person, Leeâ.
And then he leaned over and kissed you. And you kissed him back. And the world was still for a moment. Your leg didnât hurt and your heart wasnât broken and you felt alive and right. He held your face as his tongue found yours and his big hands clung to your waist and everything sang, and everything lit up and something within you awoke in a way it never had with Billy. You found yourself clinging to Lee and never wanting to let go. There was something safe, just something right about it all.
Maybe it was because you were crazy. Maybe it was because it was the only option other than jail. Maybe because your heart ached from Billyâs betrayal. Maybe it was because you and Lee kept finding your way back to each other. And maybe it would just be nice for someone else to take care of you for once.
As you pulled away, you held his face in your hands and told him your real name.
And you said yes.
*
And so the story goes that the notorious Honeybee of the Cypress gang died that day. She hid in a woodshed on the Manville property which unfortunately exploded when she lit a match for a cigarette without spotting the leaking gas can just a few feet away. They didnât find much of her, just her jacket and her shoes and not much else. A tragic end to the troubled runaway, who got caught up in the wrong crowd after her difficult childhood. So much promise, snuffed out in an instant. She would later become a cautionary tale told to wayward girls threatening to go off the rails â donât end up like the poor, tragic Honeybee!
Sheriff Lee Bodecker moved to Meade shortly after his success with the Cypress bust and subsequent investigation of Honeybeeâs death. He married a pretty, young woman he met at a diner, and the two became pillars of the community. A few years later they were reportedly expecting their first child, and happier than ever.
*
Present DayâŠ
You heard the men coming up the stairs and you knew it was time.
Hereâs hoping you remembered some of your old tricksâŠ
*
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I had great fun with it. As always I'm grateful for any reblogs or comments â€ïž
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đłđłđł take all my money but pleeeeease write more about dirty big boy Lee who wants to give you his son because that small drabble had me sweatin alreadyđźâđš
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Breeding Bitch
18+ MINORS DNI
(I do not own any photos, Credits to original owners)
Uhhh so this is fuckingâŠ.maybe the warnings would describe this a bit better hehe đ.
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader
Warnings: Dark Lee!, LEE BODECKER!!, Dub/Non-Con Themes, Unestablished Age Gap but there is definitely one (Reader 20s, Lee late 30s/40s), Cheating (it's Lee), Teeny Size Kink if you squint, Names: Darlin, Good Girl, Baby, Slut, Bitch, Whore, Heifer, Girl. Handcuffing, Good ole Gaslighting, Degradation, Gagging, Dirty Talk, Cervix Abuse, Voyeurism? (Your father is in the next room), He uses the fact that your Pa is so close to his advantage, Mentions of Breeding, actually Breeding, Alcohol (Again, Itâs Lee), Marking, Biting, Slapping, Bleeding (from yer cooch), Spitting, Daddy Kink, Rough P in V, Threats (Lee threatens your teeth), Dacryphilia, Panty Stuffing, Absolutely zero aftercareâ if Iâve missed anymore, especially in a story like this one, please lemme know!!
DO NOT PROGRESS IF ANY WARNING(s) TRIGGER YOU PLEASE!!
Word Count: 1.2k
This is a doozy. Iâll put a lil palette cleanse at the end for you my loves â„ïž
âAugh shit youâre fucking tightâ Lee growls above you, cock head pushed uncomfortably against your cervix, your hands cuffed above your head and your panties in your mouth.
You would never admit this to anyone. The almost nightly occurrences of Lee ending up in your little cottage on the hill, his pants round his ankles and his cock wherever he so chose.
It was his wifeâs fault, heâd told you; she was sick, old and unable to give him what he wanted. Thatâs why when you moved into town, bright-eyed and innocent, he had to have you.
His head rolled with his eyes, a strained groan flowing from his lips as his tummy jiggled softly at the tightening of his core.
âNever get over a tight little pussy like thisâ You whined as he pushed further, sheathing his dick fully inside you.
What would your daddy say if he saw you like this, legs spread akimbo for a married man, the Sheriff no less? Your hands pulled against the cuffs attached to the headboard, the rhythmic clanging had Leeâs eyes shooting open.
âHey now! Darlinâ a huge hand smoothed over your metal clasped wrists before running down your arm to your left breast, he squeezed firmly.
âYou wouldnât want your daddy waking up now would you?â that fucking smirk, the dark look in his eyesâ he had you, right where he wantedâ the reminder of your feeble old Pa in the next room keeping you tamed, Lee didnât care about him finding out about your little secret, heâd fuck you right in front of him, but he knew it would keep you pliant for him.
You stopped, hands hanging painfully from the cuffs.
âGood girl, knew youâd come aroundâŠnow you let me breed this little cunt, loosen up a bit, enjoy itâ The brandy on his breath had you queasy as it mixed with his residual cologne. His thick lips peppered marks all over your breast, tongue licking the flesh before biting down with a force that had your toes curling and you crying out into the cotton of your panties.
âOh donât be dramaticâ he chuckled, slapping the reddened mark lightly. He groaned as he pulled his length out slowly, letting you feel each inch run over the stretched flesh of your heat until his cock head fell from you in a sickly squelch, his precum mixed with your blood.
âGod baby, youâre fucking soakedâŠyou like me doing this to you? Course you do you fucking slutâ Lee gleams wickedly before launching a huge glob of spit over your clit and his head, his thick fingers circling your clit once, twice and then rubbing the saliva over himself.
He keeps your head still, forcing you to look at him as he pushes in again, making you watch as his dark eyes swim with amusement at your pathetic little whimpers.
âMmmnâŠyou know, if I didnât have to do this, Iâd feel bad for your stupid little faceâ Lee laughs, slapping his fingers against your cheek mockingly.
His patience had worn thin, you were lucky enough to get this much prep from him but he was over it nowâ the growing itch to fill your fertile little hole with his cum becoming too overwhelming.
He slams in, hitting your already abused cervix painfully. His pace is brutal, the only thing stopping the headboard from clattering off the wall being the pillow heâd so âgenerouslyâ placed between them.
âOh shit! you fucking little breeding bitch, ahh I ainât ever had a pussy this tight⊠fucking made for me, wasnât it? Yeah, it fucking wasâ Lee rambles, as he usually does. You could do nothing but take whatever he was giving you, you wouldnât dare fight backâ did you even want to at this point? He had you all cock drunk, stupid little baby so you were.
âMmm, baby you like thisâ Lee spoke assertively, punctuating each word with a hard thrust âPush me away as much as you want but at the end of the day youâre still gonna take my load happily⊠I mean lookâ he laughs as he pushes your legs from his wide shoulders, they fall open on their own. âYou fucking hold yourself open for my spunk, you fucking want this, you need it⊠you want my son ya little slutâ
The quick yank of your panties from your mouth made you gag slightly, the drool that had gathered falling from the corner of your mouth and into your tresses of hair. It amused Lee, watching you stare off into that little space you ran to, unable to control your bodyâ you let him fuck you however he wanteâ no, however you needed.
Leeâs hand clasped around your face painfully, his thumb hooking behind your teeth âfucking answer me whore, or Iâll pull these outâ a firm tug to your lower jaw warned you before he spat again, the hot liquid falling right on your tongue.
âI want this⊠wan you! Want your baby! Please Lee gimme your babyâ you wailed, no longer caring about your volume.
âGood little slut, always begging for daddy ainât you? You take this fucking baby, you take everything I give youâ Leeâs pace stuttered, only for a second, but it told you everything you needed to know and you were disgusted at the way your body pled for it. The way your back arched, your pussy squeezing and frantic cries fell from your lips as your orgasm slammed into you like a train.
âOh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!â Lee practically screamed as he sank himself into one last time, releasing spurt after spurt of his thick, hot, cream against your bruised womb entrance. You donât know how long his dick sat in your throbbing canal, only falling from you once he was fully soft.
âGod, whoâd I fucking bless to get a little heifer like you hmm?â He spoke eventually, kissing your cheek, allowing his tongue to poke out and lap at the salty tears falling freely from your big sad eyes.
âDonât look so fucking upset at this, itâs a good thing, youâre being used for something greatâŠI know girls that would have their panties round their ankles in no time if I let themâ He chuckled while standing, fingers gripping your discarded undergarments to wipe along his cock, gathering his cum, and your slick; which had a tinge of red from the tear in your fragile skin he caused by stretching you out.
Once he deemed himself clean enough, he ran the panties through the mess pouring from your core.
âThis wonât do, youâre supposed to keep it inâ He tutted before pushing the soaked material into your stretched hole, his fingers stuffing the scratchy fabric into you carelessly. He made quick work of the cuffs digging painfully into your wrists, placing a quick peck over each dark mark around them.
âTomorrow, I donât want none of this fighting bullcrap you hear? No panties, no bra, no attitudeâ just you, alright girl?â He pushed your cheeks together, puckering your lips in the process.
You knew that what you said to him wouldnât matter, heâd take you all the same so you just nodded like you would every single time his cerulean stare flickered over your much smaller structure.
âAtta girlâ His lips grazed over your own, and then like a ghost, he was gone, leaving you to sob in a pile of your own mess.
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Iâm so sorry for him, heâs not usually like this, I promise heâs a nice guy đ đ©
Hereâs your payment~
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Ahh thank you for the smooches and the reblog sweetie â„ïžâ„ïžâ„ïžâ„ïž
Sergeantâs Got You
18+ Minors DNI
Youâre stressed, he knows exactly how to make you feel better.
Note: I was asked for something like this, so itâs heavy on the love for his dog tags
Pairing: beefy Bucky (but heâs got that fatws attitude) x reader
Warnings: Dom Bucky, basically smutty right from the get go, filthy buck, he has his metal arm (Iâm a slut for it), you like Buckyâs dog tags, like really like them, Petnames: sweetness, sweetheart, sweet thing, sweetie, good girl, baby, a LOT of dirty talk, sergeant kink, sir kink, oral (M receiving), unprotected p in v sex, heâs rough, degradation, feral Bucky, squirting, creampie, aftercare.
Word Count: 3.2k *insert cat HUH sound*
You were stressed beyond belief. Your mission ended up having a few more loose ends than anyone was anticipating leaving you to pick up the pieces. Now you were finally back in New York and ready to punch the next person who pats your back sympathetically with a âyou triedâ look on their face.
Just as you were contemplating boxing the cupboard in the kitchen than wouldnât stay open two strong arms pulled you back and into a hard body.
âYou alright sweetness?â Bucky spoke into the locks of hair at the back of your ear. His cologne had you relaxing already, the fingers on his right hand hitched up your shirt to rub soothing circles over your hip bone. What really got you was the subtle grind of his hips against your ass; he was a filthy shit, you loved it when he knew what you wanted.
You flipped your body around in his arms, your fingers running up from his abs to his soft chest until they wrapped around his neck. He smirked, he knew exactly what you wanted him to do but he was a tease, you had to tell him or he wouldnât. Itâs just the way the world worked for you sweetheart.
You surged forward, desperate for a taste of the cherry lips you missed so much. You hated to admit just how much the man in front of you affected you, how often on your mission your hand snaked down your body and in-between your legs at the photos Sam sent of your lost puppy husband, his wide back and tiny waist wrapped in that blue Henley that had the arms pulled up to his forearm revealing the long veins and thick structure underneath. You needed him, now.
He pulled back just as your lips brushed his, a dark smirk and a filthy blue colour surfacing in his orbs. Fucking tease.
âYou know you gotta use your words sweetheartâ One of his big hands, his metal one, landed on the back of your skull, the metal thumb dancing over your bottom lip before you sucked it into your wet mouth. He growled at the innocent look you gave him as your tongue flicked over the tip before poking out and running up the underside of the shiny plates.
He pushed down, holding your tongue in place as it travelled, drool dripping from the muscle but he didnât care, the sight of the rivulets of saliva sliding down the silver had him harder than a rock. One of the most technologically advanced pieces of handiwork and you were sucking on it like a little slut, pathetic.
He had you in his room before you could even blink, the rough slamming of the door vibrating the wall he pushed you up against.
âYouâre a little slut ainât you? Sucking on my thumb like my cock, getting your drool everywhere, youâre so lucky I donât make you clean it upâ he spoke as he hastily pulled your shirt and his off, his dog tags jangling softly as they fell back into place between his huge chest. You moved like a magpie, gripping at the shiny metal tags, giving them a squeeze, his name imprinting for a second of the fat of your palm before letting them slip between your fingers.
He watched you, ever fascinated at just how worked up you got about him, but it was your love for his dog tags that had him curious. You always, without fail slipped a finger around them, whether it was when you pulled him close for a kiss or if your slept on his chest, one of your fingers slipped itself through the chain and held them close to your hand.
He wasnât stupid though, he could practically smell when you soaked yourself, always conveniently after his swinging tags made contact with your chin or ran up the column in your spine, the way that little pussy tightened around him when the old metal swept over your lips, tapping your teeth as you moaned out in pleasure. It made him embarrassingly weak too.
âYou want me to fuck you cute girl?â He groaned into the crook of your neck, his plush lips suckling obscene dark marks downward till he reached the crevice of your breasts, your legs wrapped around him tighter as his hand grazed over your sensitive sides to the meat of your tit, gripping it softly and flicking a warm thumb over your nipple. You jerked into him at the shock of pleasure, your hand carding through his waves of hair and pulling him close as worked on the underside of your other boob.
âWords Sweetheart, I need wordsâ He knew it wouldnât be long till you hit that sub space, the same thing always happened when you were stressed, you needed your big Sergeant to take the wheel, use you a little bit.
âPleaseâ fuck the whimper in your voice had him grinding up into you, the scratchy fabric of his jeans meeting the barely their material of the shorts you wore under your gear.
âPlease what sweet thing?â he moved to watch the deep colour of your eyes swim with lust, eradicating any stress they once held, he was doing his job.
âPlease use me Sirâ you whined, fingers wrapping around the chain of his dog tags again to pull him close, finally getting that kiss you so desperately needed. His left hand cupped your cheek, rubbing a thumb over the high point softly, a sharp contrast to the bruising kiss you had going on. Teeth clashed with teeth, soft whimpers falling from your lips as he pushed closer, flicking his tongue viciously with your much weaker one, running against the top of it and sucking once it gave up itâs fight. He pulled you in again, tender with his lips this time, enclosing your swollen ones with his, his tongue running over your upper lip soothingly.
âFuck! Youâre making me go crazyâ he chuckled as he moved off the wall, backing himself up to the bed till his calves hit the frame. He sat down with both of you, your body straddling him, his right hand pushing you back and forth softly on his bulge. The lust in his eyes mixed with a softness as he looked up at you, his metal hand still on your face although now his shiny forefinger and thumb hooked onto your chin, pulling you forward for a kiss, and another, and another. You whined, you didnât want kisses and grinding, you wanted him to blow your back out, use your pretty face, anything but this.
Seeming to sense your thoughts he stopped your movements, the right hand coming up to join his left on either side of your face.
âWhat do you want sweetheart? You want your soldier to ruin you? I can feel how hot you are on my dick⊠you want it bad donât you?â You moaned at his words, dripping filthily from his tongue, he sure had a way to fuck you up without even pulling out his cock.
âYes, yes please. Use meâ he smirked, satisfied at your whimpered begging. With a click of his tongue and a flick of his eyes he had you manoeuvring onto your knees in front of him.
He was a sight, he looked carved from marble, each bend of his body, every nook and muscle and vein delicately etched into rock solid stone to be preserved for a lifetime. His bulge strained painfully against his jeans, angrily awaiting your slender fingers offering it reprise from its tight cell. You were glad to give it just that.
Clumsily, you fiddled with the thick belt around his waist, smiling in satisfaction when the rhythmic clanks finally hit your ears. You flicked the button open and were about to pull the zip of his fly when his hand stopped you.
âWith your mouth sweetnessâ his lip caught between his teeth, a soft blush decorated his face and chest as he watched you. Your tongue ran up the metal, the slight tang hitting your tastebuds, you flicked the little tab until sat snug between your teeth and pulled it down slowly, each tooth of the zip clicking as it finally opened.
Once you were done, Bucky pushed the thick material down his legs with a relieved sigh, letting it pool at his ankles before flicking them off with your help. His hard-on raged against the soft grey briefs, a pool of darkness lay at the head, precum soaking through.
His hands met yours, pulling them up his thighs and hooking them around the waistband of his briefs. He smiles down at you, eyes crinkling and neck craned as he watched you both inch down his underwear until it caught on his tip, he hissed as the scratchy fabric pulled over his silky head before it slapped deliciously onto his public bone and stomach.
âGodâ he chuckled breathlessly at the feeling of finally being free âlook at you drooling all over yourself for me, you want a taste sweet thing?â His metal fingers had wrapped themselves around the fat base of his length, pushing it forward till the spongy tip hooked onto your upper lip, his salty precum smearing over it like a x-rated lip balm.
You pecked the tip of his dick, the tip of your tongue barely poking him as you did. You moved down, lips brushing against every angry vein on his cock until you met the metal of his hand in which you slowly licked a thick strip back up until you swirled your wet muscle against his head relentlessly.
âFuck sweetheart, good girlâ he groaned, head lulling back as his hips jittered off the bed softly, pushing his head into your awaiting mouth. You sucked him in greedily, selfishly inhaling his thick musky scent that had your pussy drooling against your lace panties, threatening to spill into your shortsâ you didnât doubt that if he had you naked, your essence would drip all over the wood of the floorâ heâd have a field day making you clean it up.
âGod youâre so good, haâ making your soldier feel so good, you like your sergeant all needy? Ready to pull you up off that floor and sink my cock into youâ You moaned against his length, gagging softly when he jerked up into the back of your throat.
âShit, Nuh uh get up here, I wanna cum in that pretty pussy, move come onâ He pulled you up and off his length like you weighed nothing at all, his fingers ripping the shorts from your body and only stopping when he caught a glimpse of youâre soaked panties.
âFuck girl, whoâs got you like this hmm?â His thick thumb brushed small circles over your neglected clit. You moaned loudly, jerking off the bed with a shudder at the feeling, more of your slick pooling into your already soaked gusset.
âMmm I can fucking smell you, smell so good baby⊠bet I could fuck you without prep, you want that?â He spoke, his voice deep, laced with primal lustâ nothing like the composed grumpy old man everyone else sawâ no, he was raw, unhinged, pupils blown wide with sexual desire. You wanted nothing more than his cock in you.
âPlease Buck, just your cock I donât care just pleaseâ you cried when he pushed particularly hard on your aching nub, your knuckles turning white as you fisted then covers beneath you; your legs shook as they threatened to close on his thick forearm, you were close already but you didnât want to cum without him filling you out.
He gleamed at your form, fucked out, soaked and crying alreadyâ heâd barely fucking touched youâ he couldnât wait to see your face as he fucked you raw.
He ripped your panties with renewed vigour, the ruined material pulled away from your sensitive heat to hang around the your ankle that now sat over Buckyâs muscular shoulder. Your thigh quaked softly at the stretch but his cold digits ran softly against the tight muscle, soothing it for the time being.
His fat head tapped against your clit, each wet slap causing your body to twitch off the bed at the electric jolts of pleasure it sent up your spine. You could feel Buckyâs fingers circling your entrance, two of his thick fingers squishing into your tight hole as he prepped you lightly. When they left, a long line of arousal followed, connecting him to you, he growled at the sight before licking the wetness from his rough palm and middle finger.
âMmm so sweet, if I wasnât so fucking horny Iâd make you cum all over my face⊠make you soak my mouth, shitâ he was talking more to himself than you but you clenched around nothing at the thought, the thought of him eating you out for hours was not impossible, heâd done it before.
His thick tip drooling against your entrance pulled you from your trance, he pushed softly, hooking his head along the tight rim of your pussy as he stared up at you.
âyou ready sweet thing?â He leaned over, right hand resting against the side of your head, his thumb flicking stray tears from your cheeks. You nodded softly, eyes unmoving from him, watching as his lips twitched in pleasure as his head popped into you, each inch dragging in slowly, aided by your soaked folds.
You moaned pathetically, his head running over your g-spot had you clenching around him, your orgasm hitting you quickly, your hands tightening painfully against the sheets as white hot pleasure soaked through your nerves. Everything was tingling, flashes of colour dancing over your closed eyelids.
Bucky wasnât much better as he watched you, having to will his own orgasm down at the sight of you losing yourself over him already. You were a fucking sight to him, your tits bouncing with each sharp breath you took, mouth hung open allowing each whimper or silent scream to escape unabashedly.
âOhh good girl, thatâs it mmmm shit youâre fucking clenching me tight babyâ Bucky mumbled, words falling from his lips in verbal mush, his own mind barely keeping up. When you finally came down from your high you open your eyes to look up at him, a shy little smile playing on your lips at the way he bore down at you.
âIâm so-â you began but he pushed forward, sucking up your moan at the feeling of him hitting your cervix into his mouth.
âDonât you dare be fucking sorry for that sweetheart, you hear? Fucking almost made me cum like a fucking teenager again, naughty girl ainât you? I fucking love youâ His hot breath panted against your lips as he growled at you, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel ashamed about the pleasure you were feeling. You blushed deeply, it was quite funny just how much his love for you made you blush, even when he was currently pushing against the deepest parts of you.
âCan I move baby?â He asked against your lips, smiling satisfyingly as you nodded before planting a wet kiss on your lips and pushing himself up.
He started slow, letting each vein pull against every nerve in your heat, his teeth clenching at just how tight youâd squeeze every time his head brushed against your sweet bundle of pleasure. His smooth pace never lasted long though, his hips jerked violently against you once he deemed you ready enough, your body slipping up across the sheets at each slam of his hips against your thighs.
He was leaning over you now, your leg pushed up between both your bodies, his dog tags clanging above your face at each jerk of his body. You reached a hand up, encircling the darkened metal, pulling on it as your body twitched with hints of a second orgasm.
âShit! You like when my fucking tags hang over your face, fucking little slut arenât you? You like being fucked like this? your sergeant fucking all that stress away? Mmm god, maybe Iâll put them around your neck next time hmm? Have you wear them when youâre riding me, let them fucking swing between those titsâ god youâd love thatâ Bucky rambled, on and on, thrusts becoming sloppy as you clenched around him for the umpteenth time, only this time your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, you could feel yourself soaking Buckyâs dick and thighsâ probably soaking the already destroyed sheets below you.
With one final thrust Buckyâs moan caught in this throat as he pushed himself the deepest he could go, hot cum soaking your cervix and pushing out against his length to run along your folds, mixing with your juices. His legs give out forcing himself against you even more, pulling a pained whine from you at the feeling. As your orgasms settled, your breathing slightly less laboured although still heavy, you pulled him close by his tags, kissing his blissed out face right on the lips.
âYou were so good for me sweet thing, so fucking goodâ he praised, his metal hand running through your tangled hair, soothing your heated scalp.
He leaned back up with a groan, massaging your aching leg as he pulled it from his shoulder before slipping out of your pussy. You both moaned at the loss, your heat clenching against nothing as his cum slipped from your body in waves. He couldnât tear his eyes from your heat, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he watched intently. You giggled shyly at his intense expression, your aching legs closing softly in embarrassment much to Buckyâs dismay.
âCome on, letâs get you cleaned upâ he smiled, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you to the bathroom. You snuck a glimpse of the sheets as he carried you, the whole area soaked in a mixture of you both.
âOh my godâ you whispered in disbelief against his head.
âWhat?â He replied as he set you down and began running a bath.
âThe sheets are ruined, I canât believe I did thatâ you eyed his naked frame from behind, his wide back flushed red but still absolutely stunning, each muscle rippling as he moved methodically, his small waist directing you to his thick globes. It was then Bucky turned to look at you, catching you ogling at his ass, he laughed when you turned quickly.
âIt makes me proud when I look at those sheets, I mean who else can make you squirt like that? Fucking no oneâ he growled the last part against your lips giving you a quick smooch before turning the water off and lifting you both into the hot bubbled water.
His hands massaged your shoulders, working out the knots from your activities as well as any left over stress from your mission, not that there was any after he fucked it out of you.
You two sat in silence, save for the occasional sigh you let out when he hit the right spot, both savouring each otherâs presence, reminiscing on the way you exhausted each other. You laugh when you remember his words.
âWhat? whatâs got you all giggly?â he asked, nipping the skin on the nape of your neck.
âNothing⊠just⊠were you being serious?â
âAbout what sweetheart?â He eyes you curiously.
âAbout letting me wear your dog tagsâ you suppress a smirk as you feel him twitch against your back, obviously your words sparking something in him.
âWeâll discuss it laterâ he rasped causing you to laugh out loud.
Your week had been stressful, with never ending problems and constant nagging from the higher ups to do the job but when you were in Buckyâs embrace, when you had those dog tags between your fingers or dangling over your face, everything melted away into nothingness, leaving you and Bucky alone.
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So I lied mwahahahaha, I was going to post it yesterday but I love alcohol so I was drunk but here we are.
Iâm a little nervous to post this one idk why.
I hope you enjoyed x
(I do not own any of the photos, credits to original owners)
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Oh⊠my⊠GOD đ„”đ„”
Slip Up
Pairing: Notsovirgin!Bucky x f!reader
Summary: While having fun with your boyfriend, an accident occurs, leading to another first for BuckyÂ
Warnings: Wrong hole, Bucky cums so much, squirting, Bucky is a sweet boy, unprotected p in v, anal, anal fingering, dirty talk, small mention of prostate cancer (Like one line), Bucky is an innocent baby, anal to vaginal fingering (DONâT DO THAT), Bucky calls reader a whore once, but itâs sexy, overstimulation?, daddy kink (I canât help myself), Bucky is becoming a dom??, no crying during sex (I know, shocker)Â
Word Count: 3.2k
A/N: Part of the Virgin!Bucky series. It can be read as a stand alone as well. But you shouldn't read it alone because it's filthy! And it's worth it to see Bucky becoming more and more a lover of Sex! Beta read and idea from the incredible @buckys-wintersoldier Blame her for the filth you are about to read. Sheâs the one who put this idea in my head. I canât be held responsible for the feelings you experience. However, any and all mistakes are my own. But you wrote that!!!! A lot of filthy ideas which dropped my jaw and let my pasta almost fall out of my mouth!
You and Bucky have been fucking like rabbits ever since the day he lost his virginity to you. He was addicted to the feel of your tight cunt wrapped around his cock, never lasting more than a few minutes, but able to keep going thanks to the serum coursing through his body. He wonders if he will ever be able to last longer. You say you donât mind that he canât control how fast he cums, but it doesnât make him feel any better that he canât.
Even with that thought nagging at him all the time, the moment he enters you his mind goes blank, only able to think about how wet and tight you are. Never experiencing anything like it before. Almost every night you have to change the sheets, the sheer volume of his cum too much for your body to handle; however, that doesnât stop you from fucking him every damn day, waking him up with blowjobs when he has morning wood, or the way you beg for him to cum in you just one more time.
Bucky understands now. He understands why people go so crazy over sex. The pleasure you give him makes him weak in the knees, not a single thought in his head, only the urge to fill you up over and over again.Â
Thatâs how he ends up in bed, railing you. Legs thrown over his shoulders taking his brutal assault. Heâs gotten more confident each time he fucks you. He may not last long, but he makes up for it with how many times he can cum and keep going. The both of you writhing in pleasure, him drawing seven orgasms from you already, eating your pussy for over an hour.Â
He wasnât too far behind, cumming inside of you three times and once down your throat. The sounds of your fucking is louder than ever, your squirt mixed with his excessive loads making you wetter than ever. âFuck, doll, this pussy is so fucking wet, filled up with my cum. So fucking dirty, letting me use you like this, fucking you like a damn toy. God, my cock is so fucking sensitive, gonna blow again. Yeah, you want that? I bet you do, you dirty whore.â
One thing that Bucky has found out he really loves is dirty talk and degradation. He loves when you do it to him just as much as doing it to you. It makes his cock somehow even harder. Each push of his hips is met with a harsh slap of his thighs meeting your ass and the vulgar sound of the excessive wetness of your pussy.
âShit, doll, gonna cum. Gonna cum so goddamn much, make this pussy overflow. Shitshitshit, fuck, mâcumming.â His balls pull up, forcing so much cum out of his cock that he swears heâs about to pass out. His eyes roll to the back of his head when he feels you squirt all over him, another wave of cum bursting from him. The force of your orgasm pushes his cock out, but Bucky was brainless now, having cum so much he was losing control of his body.
His hips never stopped moving, almost not noticing that he wasnât in your pussy anymore, too lost in his own pleasure, cum still flowing from him. He tried to put his cock back in, needing to keep you full of his cum, but the amount of cum and wetness made a slippery mess. At the next thrust of his hips, his cock slides down, not entering your welcoming pussy, rather trying, and failing to enter your ass.
Your hole tight and unwilling to stretch on such short notice takes your breath away. The pain is instant, shooting from your hole all the way up your spine. âFUCK!â You push Bucky off of you with so much force he almost falls off the bed. Curling on your side, you try to gasp for air, the pain knocking the wind out of you.Â
Bucky is knocked out of his stupor, cock immediately softening when he sees how much pain youâre in. âDoll, what happened? Are you okay?â Ice drenches his spine. He barely started having sex and heâs already hurt you. Everything was fine seconds ago and now youâre curled up in the fetal position gasping for air.Â
âIâm okay, Bucky, Iâm okay.â It comes out breathy but you try to compose yourself for your boyfriendâs sake, needing to comfort him, letting him know he didnât do anything wrong. You roll over looking at Bucky who looks like a kicked puppy.Â
âWhat did I do?â His voice is thick with unshed tears. Youâre the last person he ever wants to hurt. You motion for him to come closer to you. At first he hesitates, not wanting to accidentally hurt you again, but you insist so he follows.
âYou tried to go in the wrong hole, sweetheart. That one doesnât open up as easy.â He whines. Bucky canât deny that the thought of his cock in your ass hadnât crossed his mind more than once. But he couldnât ever find the confidence to ask you. Of course he knows that you would never judge him, but he didnât know that he wasnât the only one who was interested.
âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to hurt you, doll.â You cut off the rest of his apology, not wanting to hear him talk badly about himself.Â
âItâs okay, sweetheart. A lot of people do that, they just have to prep for it.â That gains Buckyâs attention. Other people want to do the same thing as him?Â
âI-well-they do?â Bucky can feel the heat rising in his cheeks. He was terrible at having any conversations about what he wants to do in the bedroom, too afraid to ask.
âYes, they do. If you want we can try it too. We just need to have some prep beforehand, so youâll fit inside of me and it wonât hurt.âÂ
âIt hurts you?â There was no way that Bucky would do anything if it would hurt you. He gets off on your pleasure just as much as his own. Why would anyone want to do something that hurts their partner?
âNot when Iâm prepared. You have to work that hole open because itâs not usually meant for that kind of stuff. Itâs supposed to feel good for the both of us.â That makes his cock twitch. The feeling of your pussy is so different from the feel of your mouth. They both drive him crazy, but the thought of what your ass would feel like has his cock rock hard in a matter of seconds.
âCan we, uh, can we do that?â His cheeks were on fire, never having been so embarrassed to ask for something in his life. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, not wanting you to see his face. The sound of your giggle makes him curl further into you, feeling the vibrations through his chest.
âOf course we can, sweetheart. Iâll show you what to do, talk you through it.â It soothes Bucky, knowing that youâre there to guide him. To show him how to please you. He has no clue what he would do without you.
âHave you done this before?â Bucky knows he has no right to be jealous of any of your exes when he is the one who gets to be with you, but the image of someone else taking that hole annoys him.
âOnly by myself, but Iâll show you how to start.â Gently, you push Bucky off of you, making him sit up on the bed. He stares down at you with so much love you almost just beckon him back to you, wanting to keep him in your arms forever. Nonetheless, you spread your legs, showing him your swollen, cum filled cunt.
You see Buckyâs cock bop with a pulse of arousal at the sight. âOh, I almost forgot.â Bucky watches as you flip over, ass up in the air causing him to moan. You glance back at him with a smirk, but continue on your mission. Opening the drawer to your bedside table, you pull out a bottle of lube, tossing it to Bucky who easily catches it.
âWhat is this? Whatâs lube?â You move back into your original position, drawing Buckyâs attention away from the bottle.Â
âWell, you gotta get in there somehow. It makes everything slicker, less painful. Open the bottle, sweetheart and put it on one of your fingers. Then I want you to circle my hole with it.â
Bucky whispers a quiet, âoh fuck, thatâs so fucking hot,â underneath his breath before popping the cap to the bottle open and putting a generous amount on his finger before bringing it to your rim, circling it just like you said.Â
âYouâre doing so good for me, sweetheart. Always listen so well to me.â Buckyâs hips jerk involuntarily at your praise, wanting more.
âCan I put one in now, please?â Oh, your baby was desperate. You look right into his eyes and nod, letting him know he can. âShit, youâre so tight.â You only gasp, the feeling of his finger inside of you is so much different than your own. He slowly pumps his finger in and out, curling it to find your spot. His brows pull together in concentration, not being able to find it. He has to put his ego aside and ask for help, he knows it. âDoll, can you show me where it is?â
âThereâs no g-spot in my ass, sweets.â This stops his finger, his head immediately falling, not wanting to look into your eyes. He knows men have a prostate, it was a whole deal back in the day with men getting cancer. So why didnât you have one?
âBut, what about your prostate?â The poor thing. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. He doesnât know any better and he just wants to make you feel good. The last thing you want to do is make him feel bad for something he didnât know.Â
âOh, sweets, women donât have them, only men do.â This was a very awkward conversation to have when Buckyâs finger is still in your ass, just sitting there unmoving. Bucky bites his bottom lip, avoiding eye contact with you. Why canât he do anything right? First he tries to spear you with his cock in your ass and now he is trying to find a damn prostate that you donât even have.
âMâsorry, doll. I didnât know, I just thought everyone had one.â Bucky feels the blood slowly leaving his cock from the mortification. You felt your face heat up too, the pressure of his finger a constant reminder that he was inside of you.Â
âItâs okay, sweetheart, just move your finger like you would your cock. All you have to do is be gentle and youâll get the hang of it.â When he finally looks up at you he has the sweetest pout on his lips. Keeping eye contact with him, you trail your hand down your body, meeting his hand where it resides inside of you. Wrapping your hand around his, you guide his movement, slowly trusting his hand until he starts to move it on his own.
âIt feels so tight. How am I going to fit in there?â Just the thought of his cock in the hole that is struggling to accommodate one finger has the blood rushing right back into his dick.Â
You let out a small moan, enjoying the feeling of Buckyâs finger, much better than your own. âYou can add another finger, sweets, just be gentle.â Buckyâs breath hitches, cock desperate to be inside you, but he knows he has to wait. He brings his middle finger to your hole, rubbing it the way he did the first; his first finger still inside you. After a few seconds he gingerly pushes his second finger in, extremely aware of the stretch around his digits.
âOh fuck, want to feel you around my cock so bad.â Bucky knows that as soon as he puts his cock in you heâs going to cum. It took so long for him to not cum immediately when heâs in your pussy. Even so, he still canât last more than a few minutes. Itâs still a shock to him that he didnât bust as soon as you took him in your mouth for the first time.
Bucky keeps up the pace with his fingers, ignoring the ache in his cock. When you tell him to add another he eagerly does so, wanting to stretch you out as fast as possible while keeping you comfortable. You see his hips jerking, trying to find relief from the pressure building up in his balls.
âSpread your fingers for me, sweets, stretch me out for your fat cock.â The whine that leaves Buckyâs lips has your cunt throbbing and your ass clenching around his fingers. He does what you say, like he always does, and the moan that leaves the both of you is salacious. âYou like that, huh? You like the thought of your fat cock in my ass, sweets?â Bucky can only groan, frantically nodding his head, his dick somehow getting harder.
âPlease tell me youâre ready. Need my cock in you so bad, doll.â He looks like he could cum just from the sight of his fingers in your hole. You take pity on him, not being able to stand the thought of him not being inside you any longer.
âYeah, sweets, just need more lube.â As quickly as he can while still being tender, he removes his fingers and desperately searches for the bottle, squirting more than enough on his cock. Skooching closer to you, he spreads your legs, lifting you up so he can stare at your stretched hole. He places your legs on top of his thighs, looking at you for confirmation before grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance.
Slowly pushing in, he can feel the resistance of your ass, yet it was still so welcoming. Buckyâs eyes roll back, his metal hand wrapping around the base of his cock, trying to stave off his orgasm. âDoll, I canât, fuck, it feels too good, I- oh fuck, mâcumming.â Bucky only had the tip of his cock in your ass. He was vaguely aware that he shouldnât push the rest of his cock into you so the hand holding the base of his cock moves up his length, jerking his cock to help ride his orgasm out.
âFuck, sweets, I can feel you filling up my ass. Youâre going to make me leak all over the bed.â This only makes Bucky whine more, hips jerking slightly, still trying to stop himself from slamming the rest of his cock inside, but the feeling of his cum shooting in your ass it too hot so you move your hips, trying to take more of his cock, while heâs still cumming inside of you.
âOhhhh fuuuucck, thatâs so good, so fucking good, want to stay inside you forever, keep this tight ass wrapped around my cock all the damn time.â More cum shot out of his cock with renewed vigor. Bucky thought he was about to pass out, fighting off the feeling because there was no way he could miss a second of being inside you.Â
His head was thrown back, not able to control his head. You felt your pussy throb, slick leaking down to where his cock rests in your hole, clit pulsing, hard and begging to be touched. You couldnât help yourself, rocking your hips, fucking yourself on his cock that was still hard but not shooting his load anymore. âYouâre so fucking big, sweets, stretching me out so much, never felt anything like it before.â It wasnât a lie, it never felt like this with any of your toys, the fact that Buckyâs load was supersized doing nothing to quell your arousal.
âBet I could feel myself if I stuck my fingers in your pussy. Massage my cock through your walls. Bet you would like that, wouldnât you? Yeah, I think you would.â Bucky had no room to talk about how needy you were when he busted as soon as his tip was inside of you, but you couldnât find it in yourself to care when youâre already cock drunk just from the few shallow thrusts of your hips.
All you could do was moan and nod your head, wanting to feel him everywhere. Bucky had to use his flesh fingers, needing to feel his cock through your pussy. Without preamble, he pushes two fingers into your pussy, immediately curling them to feel his cock through your thin walls. âFuck, doll, youâre so fucking perfect, taking my cock so well.âÂ
He couldnât hold out any longer, pulling his hips back just to slam them back in, the sound of your leaking slick mixed with all the lube around your ass made a sinful sound. Just that one thrust knocks the wind out of the both of you, only to catch your breath to wantonly moan. âHow does it feel, doll? How does my fat cock feel up your tight ass?â The slapping noises only got louder with each thrust, each harder than the last.Â
âSo good, daddy, so fucking good!â Buckyâs hips stutter, cock aching to cum, but he canât, not yet.
Your moans mixed so sweetly with Buckyâs whines and groans. His fingers rubbing his dick every time he pushes back in. âYouâre gonna make me cum again. Need to feel you milk my cock. Need you to milk daddyâs cock for him.â You shake your head, not able to process the pleasure heâs giving you, having already had seven orgasms. âYes, you can, doll. I need it, need it so fucking bad.â
With his fingers still thrusting in your pussy, his metal hand comes down to rub your clit. Your hips jerk, trying to get away from the cool metal but you have nowhere to run. He fucks you even harder, urging the cum from his balls. You donât even feel the coil tighten in your belly, overwhelming pleasure sneaking up on you.Â
You canât even scream, eyes rolling back, somehow mustering up the strength to push his hand away from your clit. With your ass clenching so hard around his dick, he canât hold out any longer, cumming in your ass. He feels the wetness of your squirt push his fingers out, wetting his stomach and making his thrusts just that much easier.Â
His orgasm is just as silent, knocking the words right out of him. He canât even breath, veins in his forehead bulging, face turning red. This one doesnât last as long, his balls being drained from all the cum heâs shot out in the past hour. Right before Bucky passes out, he sucks in huge gulps of air, trying to come back down to earth. You both lay there, eyes dazed, looking at nothing, covered in cum, lube, and squirt. Neither of you care, you couldnât even if you tried. Youâre the first to speak, voice hoarse from all the screaming youâve done.
âWeâre going to do that again.â
Bucky can only get out one word, âyeah.â
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#justice for the plush
Thanks for the reblog â„ïžâ„ïžâ„ïž
Damn bear.
18+ Minors DNI
Sgt Barnes wins you a bear at a carnival. What he doesnât expect nor like is when you give it more attention, Bucky shows you that heâs better than the bear.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Jealous Buck, Public Oral, Stuffed bear being abused at the end (youâll see), filthy Bucky, if there are any more let me know
It had been a fantastic day, the sun shining high in the sky and laughter bubbling from you both. Now as the moon began to rise the carnival had a whole different atmosphere. The big wheel and the rides surrounding it had lit brightly at the first sight of darkness, the stalls had done the same.
It couldnât have been more romantic if you tried. Bucky slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as he weaved through the crowds of people, eventually you two landed at the ball toss game.
âHow much?â Bucky asked, glancing back at you with a confident grin.
â$1 for three shots sirâ the older gentleman behind the counter spoke, reaching out his hand to let Bucky place a crumpled note in it.
Bucky threw the shots with ease, hitting every target bang on, much to the manâs dismay.
Heâd let you pick your favourite bear, a blue one, one that matched the colours of his eyes. Grasping your hand he pulled you along beside him again, eventually finding a small space between the carnival rides.
He placed a kiss to your head, holding you close to him âyou like it?â He asks, tapping the bears head with a long finger. You hummed in response with a nod, your eyes continuing to look over the bears features. Bucky pouted slightly, a slight twinge of something burning in his stomach.
He found it a little ridiculous that he was jealous of a bear but your eyes shouldâve been on him, not an inferior stuffed toy. Suddenly he was intent on making you realise he was all you need.
His hand tilted your chin up to face him and he leaned in, sealing your lips in a passionate kiss that took you by surprise.
âBuck!â You squeaked once he let your mouth go, trailing his lips down your neck instead.
âHmmâ he hummed, sucking a small mark on your pulse point as his hands wandered places they shouldnât have been âNeed youâ.
âBuck not here, people will noticeâ you gasped as his thumbs looped around the waistband of your panties, pulling them to your ankles.
âYou better be quiet thenâ he chuckled with a wiggle of his brows; pecking your lips again before taking off his military hat and placing it on your head gently âkeep that safe for meâ he flashed you a lopsided grin and then he was on his knees.
He pushed your dress up to your waist and kissed up your thigh until he reached your mound. His eyes flickered up to yours as he watched you bite your lip in anticipation, watching him sneak closer to your warmth⊠then he moved, kissing down your other leg.
You tried your best to hold the whine from falling from your lips at his teasing, desperately trying to make it look like you werenât craving this as much as he was but the way your hips jerked as he avoided your pussy, betrayed how you felt.
âAww sweetness, look at youâ his hands shifted your thighs apart slightly, eyes boring between them at the slick that had pooled and slipped from your folds âso fucking desperateâ he growled planting one last kiss, right on your pubic bone before latching his mouth onto you like a starved man.
He worked fast, his tongue focusing on your little clit while a finger slipped between your folds, fucking you quickly. You moaned against the bears fluffy head, gripping it tightly against your mouth in a desperate attempt at muffling your moans.
Bucky groaned against you when his eyes looked up at you; the way your eyes watched him pleadingly, that fucking bear over your mouth, but what got him really riled was the way his cap hung loosely on your head. The thought of you wearing it around had him feral, the thought of other men trying to get a glimpse of you only to see his hat firmly planted on top of your head and your legs wobbling while you walked. He briefly considered walking around with your slick still glistening on his face, everyone would know heâd made you like that, so wobbly and unable to stand because of his mouth. He smiled against you as he pushed a second finger in, curling them against your sweet spot. That bear could never do that could he?
You eyes flickered over to the crowd of people just at the other end of the alley, they were getting closer and closer, you didnât doubt if they werenât so engrossed in one another and looked around theyâd see your fucked out face as Buckyâs tongue delved deep into places it should only be in behind closed doors. A fresh flow of warmth ran down you at the thought of being caught, that knotting in your stomach that had been building up was gradually becoming too much.
âYou close?â Bucky groaned against you, fingers now doubling their effort. You nodded wildly, his cap almost falling from your head but you caught it quickly, in the process of catching it you jerked forward and your clit graced against Buckyâs teeth. It was enough to send your orgasm crashing down hard.
One of your hands gripped at the stuffed bear while the other pushed Bucky closer towards you, riding your orgasm out on his face.
âYou alright?â He asked once he stood up to full height again, his thumb running over your cheek softly, you could only nod and roll your head back against the metal of the ride behind you, your body still raking with aftershocks of your orgasm.
His smile was smug as his fingers wrapped around the bear heâd won for you, pulling it from your lips and kissing you softly, arousal swelled in his own belly when you moaned at the taste of yourself. What you hadnât expected was him to trail the soft toy down to your heat and wipe it along your soaked folds, the cold plastic nose grazing your over sensitive nub causing you to jerk harshly.
âFucking bear, he couldnât eat you out like that could he?â Bucky smirked against your mouth, kissing you again before helping you pull up your panties.
With his hand interlocked with yours you left the alley, his hat still on your head and the hints of your juices against his lips. The bear, which you found out was the reason for him pulling such an orgasm from you, lay discarded in the alley. The only bear youâd ever need was Bucky.
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This is⊠wow, even Iâm impressed at just how devious this is.
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Thank you so much đđđ
If I had a Bucky my stress levels would be nonexistentâ but alas
Thx for the reblog â„ïž
Sergeantâs Got You
18+ Minors DNI
Youâre stressed, he knows exactly how to make you feel better.
Note: I was asked for something like this, so itâs heavy on the love for his dog tags
Pairing: beefy Bucky (but heâs got that fatws attitude) x reader
Warnings: Dom Bucky, basically smutty right from the get go, filthy buck, he has his metal arm (Iâm a slut for it), you like Buckyâs dog tags, like really like them, Petnames: sweetness, sweetheart, sweet thing, sweetie, good girl, baby, a LOT of dirty talk, sergeant kink, sir kink, oral (M receiving), unprotected p in v sex, heâs rough, degradation, feral Bucky, squirting, creampie, aftercare.
Word Count: 3.2k *insert cat HUH sound*
You were stressed beyond belief. Your mission ended up having a few more loose ends than anyone was anticipating leaving you to pick up the pieces. Now you were finally back in New York and ready to punch the next person who pats your back sympathetically with a âyou triedâ look on their face.
Just as you were contemplating boxing the cupboard in the kitchen than wouldnât stay open two strong arms pulled you back and into a hard body.
âYou alright sweetness?â Bucky spoke into the locks of hair at the back of your ear. His cologne had you relaxing already, the fingers on his right hand hitched up your shirt to rub soothing circles over your hip bone. What really got you was the subtle grind of his hips against your ass; he was a filthy shit, you loved it when he knew what you wanted.
You flipped your body around in his arms, your fingers running up from his abs to his soft chest until they wrapped around his neck. He smirked, he knew exactly what you wanted him to do but he was a tease, you had to tell him or he wouldnât. Itâs just the way the world worked for you sweetheart.
You surged forward, desperate for a taste of the cherry lips you missed so much. You hated to admit just how much the man in front of you affected you, how often on your mission your hand snaked down your body and in-between your legs at the photos Sam sent of your lost puppy husband, his wide back and tiny waist wrapped in that blue Henley that had the arms pulled up to his forearm revealing the long veins and thick structure underneath. You needed him, now.
He pulled back just as your lips brushed his, a dark smirk and a filthy blue colour surfacing in his orbs. Fucking tease.
âYou know you gotta use your words sweetheartâ One of his big hands, his metal one, landed on the back of your skull, the metal thumb dancing over your bottom lip before you sucked it into your wet mouth. He growled at the innocent look you gave him as your tongue flicked over the tip before poking out and running up the underside of the shiny plates.
He pushed down, holding your tongue in place as it travelled, drool dripping from the muscle but he didnât care, the sight of the rivulets of saliva sliding down the silver had him harder than a rock. One of the most technologically advanced pieces of handiwork and you were sucking on it like a little slut, pathetic.
He had you in his room before you could even blink, the rough slamming of the door vibrating the wall he pushed you up against.
âYouâre a little slut ainât you? Sucking on my thumb like my cock, getting your drool everywhere, youâre so lucky I donât make you clean it upâ he spoke as he hastily pulled your shirt and his off, his dog tags jangling softly as they fell back into place between his huge chest. You moved like a magpie, gripping at the shiny metal tags, giving them a squeeze, his name imprinting for a second of the fat of your palm before letting them slip between your fingers.
He watched you, ever fascinated at just how worked up you got about him, but it was your love for his dog tags that had him curious. You always, without fail slipped a finger around them, whether it was when you pulled him close for a kiss or if your slept on his chest, one of your fingers slipped itself through the chain and held them close to your hand.
He wasnât stupid though, he could practically smell when you soaked yourself, always conveniently after his swinging tags made contact with your chin or ran up the column in your spine, the way that little pussy tightened around him when the old metal swept over your lips, tapping your teeth as you moaned out in pleasure. It made him embarrassingly weak too.
âYou want me to fuck you cute girl?â He groaned into the crook of your neck, his plush lips suckling obscene dark marks downward till he reached the crevice of your breasts, your legs wrapped around him tighter as his hand grazed over your sensitive sides to the meat of your tit, gripping it softly and flicking a warm thumb over your nipple. You jerked into him at the shock of pleasure, your hand carding through his waves of hair and pulling him close as worked on the underside of your other boob.
âWords Sweetheart, I need wordsâ He knew it wouldnât be long till you hit that sub space, the same thing always happened when you were stressed, you needed your big Sergeant to take the wheel, use you a little bit.
âPleaseâ fuck the whimper in your voice had him grinding up into you, the scratchy fabric of his jeans meeting the barely their material of the shorts you wore under your gear.
âPlease what sweet thing?â he moved to watch the deep colour of your eyes swim with lust, eradicating any stress they once held, he was doing his job.
âPlease use me Sirâ you whined, fingers wrapping around the chain of his dog tags again to pull him close, finally getting that kiss you so desperately needed. His left hand cupped your cheek, rubbing a thumb over the high point softly, a sharp contrast to the bruising kiss you had going on. Teeth clashed with teeth, soft whimpers falling from your lips as he pushed closer, flicking his tongue viciously with your much weaker one, running against the top of it and sucking once it gave up itâs fight. He pulled you in again, tender with his lips this time, enclosing your swollen ones with his, his tongue running over your upper lip soothingly.
âFuck! Youâre making me go crazyâ he chuckled as he moved off the wall, backing himself up to the bed till his calves hit the frame. He sat down with both of you, your body straddling him, his right hand pushing you back and forth softly on his bulge. The lust in his eyes mixed with a softness as he looked up at you, his metal hand still on your face although now his shiny forefinger and thumb hooked onto your chin, pulling you forward for a kiss, and another, and another. You whined, you didnât want kisses and grinding, you wanted him to blow your back out, use your pretty face, anything but this.
Seeming to sense your thoughts he stopped your movements, the right hand coming up to join his left on either side of your face.
âWhat do you want sweetheart? You want your soldier to ruin you? I can feel how hot you are on my dick⊠you want it bad donât you?â You moaned at his words, dripping filthily from his tongue, he sure had a way to fuck you up without even pulling out his cock.
âYes, yes please. Use meâ he smirked, satisfied at your whimpered begging. With a click of his tongue and a flick of his eyes he had you manoeuvring onto your knees in front of him.
He was a sight, he looked carved from marble, each bend of his body, every nook and muscle and vein delicately etched into rock solid stone to be preserved for a lifetime. His bulge strained painfully against his jeans, angrily awaiting your slender fingers offering it reprise from its tight cell. You were glad to give it just that.
Clumsily, you fiddled with the thick belt around his waist, smiling in satisfaction when the rhythmic clanks finally hit your ears. You flicked the button open and were about to pull the zip of his fly when his hand stopped you.
âWith your mouth sweetnessâ his lip caught between his teeth, a soft blush decorated his face and chest as he watched you. Your tongue ran up the metal, the slight tang hitting your tastebuds, you flicked the little tab until sat snug between your teeth and pulled it down slowly, each tooth of the zip clicking as it finally opened.
Once you were done, Bucky pushed the thick material down his legs with a relieved sigh, letting it pool at his ankles before flicking them off with your help. His hard-on raged against the soft grey briefs, a pool of darkness lay at the head, precum soaking through.
His hands met yours, pulling them up his thighs and hooking them around the waistband of his briefs. He smiles down at you, eyes crinkling and neck craned as he watched you both inch down his underwear until it caught on his tip, he hissed as the scratchy fabric pulled over his silky head before it slapped deliciously onto his public bone and stomach.
âGodâ he chuckled breathlessly at the feeling of finally being free âlook at you drooling all over yourself for me, you want a taste sweet thing?â His metal fingers had wrapped themselves around the fat base of his length, pushing it forward till the spongy tip hooked onto your upper lip, his salty precum smearing over it like a x-rated lip balm.
You pecked the tip of his dick, the tip of your tongue barely poking him as you did. You moved down, lips brushing against every angry vein on his cock until you met the metal of his hand in which you slowly licked a thick strip back up until you swirled your wet muscle against his head relentlessly.
âFuck sweetheart, good girlâ he groaned, head lulling back as his hips jittered off the bed softly, pushing his head into your awaiting mouth. You sucked him in greedily, selfishly inhaling his thick musky scent that had your pussy drooling against your lace panties, threatening to spill into your shortsâ you didnât doubt that if he had you naked, your essence would drip all over the wood of the floorâ heâd have a field day making you clean it up.
âGod youâre so good, haâ making your soldier feel so good, you like your sergeant all needy? Ready to pull you up off that floor and sink my cock into youâ You moaned against his length, gagging softly when he jerked up into the back of your throat.
âShit, Nuh uh get up here, I wanna cum in that pretty pussy, move come onâ He pulled you up and off his length like you weighed nothing at all, his fingers ripping the shorts from your body and only stopping when he caught a glimpse of youâre soaked panties.
âFuck girl, whoâs got you like this hmm?â His thick thumb brushed small circles over your neglected clit. You moaned loudly, jerking off the bed with a shudder at the feeling, more of your slick pooling into your already soaked gusset.
âMmm I can fucking smell you, smell so good baby⊠bet I could fuck you without prep, you want that?â He spoke, his voice deep, laced with primal lustâ nothing like the composed grumpy old man everyone else sawâ no, he was raw, unhinged, pupils blown wide with sexual desire. You wanted nothing more than his cock in you.
âPlease Buck, just your cock I donât care just pleaseâ you cried when he pushed particularly hard on your aching nub, your knuckles turning white as you fisted then covers beneath you; your legs shook as they threatened to close on his thick forearm, you were close already but you didnât want to cum without him filling you out.
He gleamed at your form, fucked out, soaked and crying alreadyâ heâd barely fucking touched youâ he couldnât wait to see your face as he fucked you raw.
He ripped your panties with renewed vigour, the ruined material pulled away from your sensitive heat to hang around the your ankle that now sat over Buckyâs muscular shoulder. Your thigh quaked softly at the stretch but his cold digits ran softly against the tight muscle, soothing it for the time being.
His fat head tapped against your clit, each wet slap causing your body to twitch off the bed at the electric jolts of pleasure it sent up your spine. You could feel Buckyâs fingers circling your entrance, two of his thick fingers squishing into your tight hole as he prepped you lightly. When they left, a long line of arousal followed, connecting him to you, he growled at the sight before licking the wetness from his rough palm and middle finger.
âMmm so sweet, if I wasnât so fucking horny Iâd make you cum all over my face⊠make you soak my mouth, shitâ he was talking more to himself than you but you clenched around nothing at the thought, the thought of him eating you out for hours was not impossible, heâd done it before.
His thick tip drooling against your entrance pulled you from your trance, he pushed softly, hooking his head along the tight rim of your pussy as he stared up at you.
âyou ready sweet thing?â He leaned over, right hand resting against the side of your head, his thumb flicking stray tears from your cheeks. You nodded softly, eyes unmoving from him, watching as his lips twitched in pleasure as his head popped into you, each inch dragging in slowly, aided by your soaked folds.
You moaned pathetically, his head running over your g-spot had you clenching around him, your orgasm hitting you quickly, your hands tightening painfully against the sheets as white hot pleasure soaked through your nerves. Everything was tingling, flashes of colour dancing over your closed eyelids.
Bucky wasnât much better as he watched you, having to will his own orgasm down at the sight of you losing yourself over him already. You were a fucking sight to him, your tits bouncing with each sharp breath you took, mouth hung open allowing each whimper or silent scream to escape unabashedly.
âOhh good girl, thatâs it mmmm shit youâre fucking clenching me tight babyâ Bucky mumbled, words falling from his lips in verbal mush, his own mind barely keeping up. When you finally came down from your high you open your eyes to look up at him, a shy little smile playing on your lips at the way he bore down at you.
âIâm so-â you began but he pushed forward, sucking up your moan at the feeling of him hitting your cervix into his mouth.
âDonât you dare be fucking sorry for that sweetheart, you hear? Fucking almost made me cum like a fucking teenager again, naughty girl ainât you? I fucking love youâ His hot breath panted against your lips as he growled at you, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel ashamed about the pleasure you were feeling. You blushed deeply, it was quite funny just how much his love for you made you blush, even when he was currently pushing against the deepest parts of you.
âCan I move baby?â He asked against your lips, smiling satisfyingly as you nodded before planting a wet kiss on your lips and pushing himself up.
He started slow, letting each vein pull against every nerve in your heat, his teeth clenching at just how tight youâd squeeze every time his head brushed against your sweet bundle of pleasure. His smooth pace never lasted long though, his hips jerked violently against you once he deemed you ready enough, your body slipping up across the sheets at each slam of his hips against your thighs.
He was leaning over you now, your leg pushed up between both your bodies, his dog tags clanging above your face at each jerk of his body. You reached a hand up, encircling the darkened metal, pulling on it as your body twitched with hints of a second orgasm.
âShit! You like when my fucking tags hang over your face, fucking little slut arenât you? You like being fucked like this? your sergeant fucking all that stress away? Mmm god, maybe Iâll put them around your neck next time hmm? Have you wear them when youâre riding me, let them fucking swing between those titsâ god youâd love thatâ Bucky rambled, on and on, thrusts becoming sloppy as you clenched around him for the umpteenth time, only this time your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, you could feel yourself soaking Buckyâs dick and thighsâ probably soaking the already destroyed sheets below you.
With one final thrust Buckyâs moan caught in this throat as he pushed himself the deepest he could go, hot cum soaking your cervix and pushing out against his length to run along your folds, mixing with your juices. His legs give out forcing himself against you even more, pulling a pained whine from you at the feeling. As your orgasms settled, your breathing slightly less laboured although still heavy, you pulled him close by his tags, kissing his blissed out face right on the lips.
âYou were so good for me sweet thing, so fucking goodâ he praised, his metal hand running through your tangled hair, soothing your heated scalp.
He leaned back up with a groan, massaging your aching leg as he pulled it from his shoulder before slipping out of your pussy. You both moaned at the loss, your heat clenching against nothing as his cum slipped from your body in waves. He couldnât tear his eyes from your heat, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he watched intently. You giggled shyly at his intense expression, your aching legs closing softly in embarrassment much to Buckyâs dismay.
âCome on, letâs get you cleaned upâ he smiled, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you to the bathroom. You snuck a glimpse of the sheets as he carried you, the whole area soaked in a mixture of you both.
âOh my godâ you whispered in disbelief against his head.
âWhat?â He replied as he set you down and began running a bath.
âThe sheets are ruined, I canât believe I did thatâ you eyed his naked frame from behind, his wide back flushed red but still absolutely stunning, each muscle rippling as he moved methodically, his small waist directing you to his thick globes. It was then Bucky turned to look at you, catching you ogling at his ass, he laughed when you turned quickly.
âIt makes me proud when I look at those sheets, I mean who else can make you squirt like that? Fucking no oneâ he growled the last part against your lips giving you a quick smooch before turning the water off and lifting you both into the hot bubbled water.
His hands massaged your shoulders, working out the knots from your activities as well as any left over stress from your mission, not that there was any after he fucked it out of you.
You two sat in silence, save for the occasional sigh you let out when he hit the right spot, both savouring each otherâs presence, reminiscing on the way you exhausted each other. You laugh when you remember his words.
âWhat? whatâs got you all giggly?â he asked, nipping the skin on the nape of your neck.
âNothing⊠just⊠were you being serious?â
âAbout what sweetheart?â He eyes you curiously.
âAbout letting me wear your dog tagsâ you suppress a smirk as you feel him twitch against your back, obviously your words sparking something in him.
âWeâll discuss it laterâ he rasped causing you to laugh out loud.
Your week had been stressful, with never ending problems and constant nagging from the higher ups to do the job but when you were in Buckyâs embrace, when you had those dog tags between your fingers or dangling over your face, everything melted away into nothingness, leaving you and Bucky alone.
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So I lied mwahahahaha, I was going to post it yesterday but I love alcohol so I was drunk but here we are.
Iâm a little nervous to post this one idk why.
I hope you enjoyed x
(I do not own any of the photos, credits to original owners)
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The goats stay cockblocking (I love them)
Always.
This is a sequel to Empty Words. I had someone ask for it and I was also thinking of writing one so here it is. I donât know if itâll be as good as the first part but I hope itâs up to your standards.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: none?? If you see any plz lemme know and Iâll add them.
Words: 1.1k
EMPTY WORDS
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"How long has it been?"
"70 years."
The words replayed in her head constantly. It had been a year since that day, since sheâd woken from her Cryo-sleep. Steve sat by her side telling her it was no longer 1945 but much later, she shouldnât even be alive.
Tony, Howard Stark's son, had been generous enough to offer her a place to stay at the compound. She had been fed by the girl, Wanda, every day and they gave her peace since she so desperately needed it.
She never got to grieve for Bucky, not long after Steve told her of his passing, she was captured. For some Hydra experiments, according to the guy who turned green.
She still had Buckyâs jacket. Sheâd woken up with it wrapped around her frame, and she refused to take it off. It was the only part of him she had left.
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A knock sounded throughout the room. "It's me, I've got dinner," Steve spoke from the other end of the door, his voice slightly muffled by the thick wood.
"Come in." She spoke, her words monotone and quiet.
He set the tray of food down on the bed, pasta and sauce. Wandaâs favourite. He picked up on her gloom quite easily, it must have been a perk of the super soldier serum.
"Are you alright?" Steve questioned softly, a reassuring hand rubbing her shoulder clad in the dark military jacket. He watched as she picked at the food but never put any of it near her mouth.
He knew better than to push people to talk about their feelings, he hated it when people did it to him.
They had both bonded over Bucky. In the 40s, they never really got the chanceâ he was too busy being Captain America, and she was too busy saving people's lives away from the frontline. He had never really spoken to her, he knew a bit about her from his old friendâs stories but besides telling her about Buck heâd never really seen her himself. In the past year though, the two had become good friends.
"It's... our anniversary, today." Her voice was small, like the squeak of a mouse, almost as if speaking any louder would scare him away. Steve didn't know how to answer. He was an excellent soldier and had always been great with words, but even he became tongue-tied at the mention of Bucky.
He blamed himself, he could have done so much better than what he did. Countless nights he stayed awake wondering how he could have changed the past, how he could convince Tony to invent some contraption and put himself in Bucky's place. Maybe he would have survived the fall.
"I'm sorry," Steve's voice mimicked her own. His arms wrapped around her smaller frame in a warm embrace, the only form of comfort he could truly give her at that moment.
She cried into his arms that night. When he eventually left sheâd flopped her weak body onto the large bed that was far too comfy. She tossed and turned with Bucky's coat, hoping, wishing that dreaming hard enough would bring him back.
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The compound was under attack, she had strict orders to stay in her room. Steve had warned her, promised that heâd keep them away from her but passed her a pistol as a last resort.
She could hear the sounds of bullets flying around, hitting walls and people. She felt helpless just sitting on the wide windowsill watching the world go by, what could she truly do though?
Just as a dark feathered bird flew by her window the hairs on her neck stood on endâ there were eyes on her, someone stood at her door. She mentally cursed herself for setting the gun on the bedside table.
The presence stalked forward, till his thigh bumped her shoulder. Her head tried to turn to him but the feeling of coolness; a metal hand, spread over the top of her head and turned her back to face the window slowly.
The cool fingers dropped to the side of her face, tucking a few loose stands behind her ear. Was he trying to torture her? or was she finally receiving a final act of kindness before the sweet release of death? Her eyes squeezed tight in preparation, no matter the outcome she would not watch.
Death never came, no, instead the soldier flopped his large body down beside her. He was still as rigid as before, she could feel as much from the way his arm brushed against hers.
When she finally turned to look at the face of the last man sheâd ever see, her killerâ the muscles around her eyes pulled them wide and her breath caught in her throat.
His eyes, although obstructed by dark locks of her, emulated hers, shock evident in those deep blues along with the reflection of something she knew danced in hersâ Recognition.
âB-Bucky?â She hadnât realised tears were falling from her eyes until she spoke, her voice breaking. His head nodded softly, almost unnoticeable and his eyes glazed over as well. After all these years they were both alive, and the past 70 years' worth of bottled-up emotions bubbled over. She pulled him forward into her arms.
The way his tired body slumped forward into her frame told her heâd faced a similar story, heâd been holding onto a lot too. She could see Steveâs frame standing in her doorway in shock from her peripherals but she couldnât find the will to glance at him. Not when he was here, not when Bucky was home.
âYou came backâ she whispered into his hair.
âAlwaysâ.
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âBahhhh!â God those goats were impatient. It mustâve been around 6 am, and the Wakandan heat blared through the mud-coloured walls.
âBAHHHHâ the goat wailed again, more desperate and demanding than before. A groan sounded from the man behind her, his arm pulling her close and his lips ghosting over her bare shoulder.
âYou gotta get up and feed themâ she whispered silently hoping theyâd disappear and leave them in each otherâs arms, at least for a little bit longer. The heat made their embrace almost impossible to withstand but sheâd missed years' worth of closeness to him, some sun wasnât going to stop her now.
His grumbling vibrated against her neck before he pushed himself up to sit. He was quite the sight shirtless, much more muscular than before. The soft blue fabric wrapping around his left side and over his shoulder complimented his skin perfectly.
âFucking goatsâ he complained as he threw the deep red fabric over his body, doing as much as he could with one arm before shifting to her for help.
Her fingers moved expertly over the fabric as they did every day, fastening it to his body before pulling half of his long hair into a bun.
âLove youâ Her breath blew between his shoulder blades, her lips pressing into the nape of his neck as she wrapped the thin belt around his waist from behindâ sheâd become so familiar with the routine she could secure it with her eyes shut. He couldnât help the way his worries fell apart at her soft touch.
His body twisted to face her naked one, his right hand finding her left, squeezing tight before dropping his fingers to roll the thin gold band around her ring finger; a symbol of his promise fulfilled. The matching one secured around his neck.
Steel blues ran up from their joined hand to her face, searching for her own eyes, asking in silence for permission that she was glad to give him as she leaned forward locking their lips together in a sultry dance that mimicked one of the many they shared all those years ago.
âBahhhhhâ he growled into the kiss and she couldnât help the bubble of laughter rising from her throat. Heâd never get a moment's peace with his girl with those beasts around.
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For real!! Feral Bucky has my heart.
Thank you for the reblog Sweetness đ«¶đ«¶
Sergeantâs Got You
18+ Minors DNI
Youâre stressed, he knows exactly how to make you feel better.
Note: I was asked for something like this, so itâs heavy on the love for his dog tags
Pairing: beefy Bucky (but heâs got that fatws attitude) x reader
Warnings: Dom Bucky, basically smutty right from the get go, filthy buck, he has his metal arm (Iâm a slut for it), you like Buckyâs dog tags, like really like them, Petnames: sweetness, sweetheart, sweet thing, sweetie, good girl, baby, a LOT of dirty talk, sergeant kink, sir kink, oral (M receiving), unprotected p in v sex, heâs rough, degradation, feral Bucky, squirting, creampie, aftercare.
Word Count: 3.2k *insert cat HUH sound*
You were stressed beyond belief. Your mission ended up having a few more loose ends than anyone was anticipating leaving you to pick up the pieces. Now you were finally back in New York and ready to punch the next person who pats your back sympathetically with a âyou triedâ look on their face.
Just as you were contemplating boxing the cupboard in the kitchen than wouldnât stay open two strong arms pulled you back and into a hard body.
âYou alright sweetness?â Bucky spoke into the locks of hair at the back of your ear. His cologne had you relaxing already, the fingers on his right hand hitched up your shirt to rub soothing circles over your hip bone. What really got you was the subtle grind of his hips against your ass; he was a filthy shit, you loved it when he knew what you wanted.
You flipped your body around in his arms, your fingers running up from his abs to his soft chest until they wrapped around his neck. He smirked, he knew exactly what you wanted him to do but he was a tease, you had to tell him or he wouldnât. Itâs just the way the world worked for you sweetheart.
You surged forward, desperate for a taste of the cherry lips you missed so much. You hated to admit just how much the man in front of you affected you, how often on your mission your hand snaked down your body and in-between your legs at the photos Sam sent of your lost puppy husband, his wide back and tiny waist wrapped in that blue Henley that had the arms pulled up to his forearm revealing the long veins and thick structure underneath. You needed him, now.
He pulled back just as your lips brushed his, a dark smirk and a filthy blue colour surfacing in his orbs. Fucking tease.
âYou know you gotta use your words sweetheartâ One of his big hands, his metal one, landed on the back of your skull, the metal thumb dancing over your bottom lip before you sucked it into your wet mouth. He growled at the innocent look you gave him as your tongue flicked over the tip before poking out and running up the underside of the shiny plates.
He pushed down, holding your tongue in place as it travelled, drool dripping from the muscle but he didnât care, the sight of the rivulets of saliva sliding down the silver had him harder than a rock. One of the most technologically advanced pieces of handiwork and you were sucking on it like a little slut, pathetic.
He had you in his room before you could even blink, the rough slamming of the door vibrating the wall he pushed you up against.
âYouâre a little slut ainât you? Sucking on my thumb like my cock, getting your drool everywhere, youâre so lucky I donât make you clean it upâ he spoke as he hastily pulled your shirt and his off, his dog tags jangling softly as they fell back into place between his huge chest. You moved like a magpie, gripping at the shiny metal tags, giving them a squeeze, his name imprinting for a second of the fat of your palm before letting them slip between your fingers.
He watched you, ever fascinated at just how worked up you got about him, but it was your love for his dog tags that had him curious. You always, without fail slipped a finger around them, whether it was when you pulled him close for a kiss or if your slept on his chest, one of your fingers slipped itself through the chain and held them close to your hand.
He wasnât stupid though, he could practically smell when you soaked yourself, always conveniently after his swinging tags made contact with your chin or ran up the column in your spine, the way that little pussy tightened around him when the old metal swept over your lips, tapping your teeth as you moaned out in pleasure. It made him embarrassingly weak too.
âYou want me to fuck you cute girl?â He groaned into the crook of your neck, his plush lips suckling obscene dark marks downward till he reached the crevice of your breasts, your legs wrapped around him tighter as his hand grazed over your sensitive sides to the meat of your tit, gripping it softly and flicking a warm thumb over your nipple. You jerked into him at the shock of pleasure, your hand carding through his waves of hair and pulling him close as worked on the underside of your other boob.
âWords Sweetheart, I need wordsâ He knew it wouldnât be long till you hit that sub space, the same thing always happened when you were stressed, you needed your big Sergeant to take the wheel, use you a little bit.
âPleaseâ fuck the whimper in your voice had him grinding up into you, the scratchy fabric of his jeans meeting the barely their material of the shorts you wore under your gear.
âPlease what sweet thing?â he moved to watch the deep colour of your eyes swim with lust, eradicating any stress they once held, he was doing his job.
âPlease use me Sirâ you whined, fingers wrapping around the chain of his dog tags again to pull him close, finally getting that kiss you so desperately needed. His left hand cupped your cheek, rubbing a thumb over the high point softly, a sharp contrast to the bruising kiss you had going on. Teeth clashed with teeth, soft whimpers falling from your lips as he pushed closer, flicking his tongue viciously with your much weaker one, running against the top of it and sucking once it gave up itâs fight. He pulled you in again, tender with his lips this time, enclosing your swollen ones with his, his tongue running over your upper lip soothingly.
âFuck! Youâre making me go crazyâ he chuckled as he moved off the wall, backing himself up to the bed till his calves hit the frame. He sat down with both of you, your body straddling him, his right hand pushing you back and forth softly on his bulge. The lust in his eyes mixed with a softness as he looked up at you, his metal hand still on your face although now his shiny forefinger and thumb hooked onto your chin, pulling you forward for a kiss, and another, and another. You whined, you didnât want kisses and grinding, you wanted him to blow your back out, use your pretty face, anything but this.
Seeming to sense your thoughts he stopped your movements, the right hand coming up to join his left on either side of your face.
âWhat do you want sweetheart? You want your soldier to ruin you? I can feel how hot you are on my dick⊠you want it bad donât you?â You moaned at his words, dripping filthily from his tongue, he sure had a way to fuck you up without even pulling out his cock.
âYes, yes please. Use meâ he smirked, satisfied at your whimpered begging. With a click of his tongue and a flick of his eyes he had you manoeuvring onto your knees in front of him.
He was a sight, he looked carved from marble, each bend of his body, every nook and muscle and vein delicately etched into rock solid stone to be preserved for a lifetime. His bulge strained painfully against his jeans, angrily awaiting your slender fingers offering it reprise from its tight cell. You were glad to give it just that.
Clumsily, you fiddled with the thick belt around his waist, smiling in satisfaction when the rhythmic clanks finally hit your ears. You flicked the button open and were about to pull the zip of his fly when his hand stopped you.
âWith your mouth sweetnessâ his lip caught between his teeth, a soft blush decorated his face and chest as he watched you. Your tongue ran up the metal, the slight tang hitting your tastebuds, you flicked the little tab until sat snug between your teeth and pulled it down slowly, each tooth of the zip clicking as it finally opened.
Once you were done, Bucky pushed the thick material down his legs with a relieved sigh, letting it pool at his ankles before flicking them off with your help. His hard-on raged against the soft grey briefs, a pool of darkness lay at the head, precum soaking through.
His hands met yours, pulling them up his thighs and hooking them around the waistband of his briefs. He smiles down at you, eyes crinkling and neck craned as he watched you both inch down his underwear until it caught on his tip, he hissed as the scratchy fabric pulled over his silky head before it slapped deliciously onto his public bone and stomach.
âGodâ he chuckled breathlessly at the feeling of finally being free âlook at you drooling all over yourself for me, you want a taste sweet thing?â His metal fingers had wrapped themselves around the fat base of his length, pushing it forward till the spongy tip hooked onto your upper lip, his salty precum smearing over it like a x-rated lip balm.
You pecked the tip of his dick, the tip of your tongue barely poking him as you did. You moved down, lips brushing against every angry vein on his cock until you met the metal of his hand in which you slowly licked a thick strip back up until you swirled your wet muscle against his head relentlessly.
âFuck sweetheart, good girlâ he groaned, head lulling back as his hips jittered off the bed softly, pushing his head into your awaiting mouth. You sucked him in greedily, selfishly inhaling his thick musky scent that had your pussy drooling against your lace panties, threatening to spill into your shortsâ you didnât doubt that if he had you naked, your essence would drip all over the wood of the floorâ heâd have a field day making you clean it up.
âGod youâre so good, haâ making your soldier feel so good, you like your sergeant all needy? Ready to pull you up off that floor and sink my cock into youâ You moaned against his length, gagging softly when he jerked up into the back of your throat.
âShit, Nuh uh get up here, I wanna cum in that pretty pussy, move come onâ He pulled you up and off his length like you weighed nothing at all, his fingers ripping the shorts from your body and only stopping when he caught a glimpse of youâre soaked panties.
âFuck girl, whoâs got you like this hmm?â His thick thumb brushed small circles over your neglected clit. You moaned loudly, jerking off the bed with a shudder at the feeling, more of your slick pooling into your already soaked gusset.
âMmm I can fucking smell you, smell so good baby⊠bet I could fuck you without prep, you want that?â He spoke, his voice deep, laced with primal lustâ nothing like the composed grumpy old man everyone else sawâ no, he was raw, unhinged, pupils blown wide with sexual desire. You wanted nothing more than his cock in you.
âPlease Buck, just your cock I donât care just pleaseâ you cried when he pushed particularly hard on your aching nub, your knuckles turning white as you fisted then covers beneath you; your legs shook as they threatened to close on his thick forearm, you were close already but you didnât want to cum without him filling you out.
He gleamed at your form, fucked out, soaked and crying alreadyâ heâd barely fucking touched youâ he couldnât wait to see your face as he fucked you raw.
He ripped your panties with renewed vigour, the ruined material pulled away from your sensitive heat to hang around the your ankle that now sat over Buckyâs muscular shoulder. Your thigh quaked softly at the stretch but his cold digits ran softly against the tight muscle, soothing it for the time being.
His fat head tapped against your clit, each wet slap causing your body to twitch off the bed at the electric jolts of pleasure it sent up your spine. You could feel Buckyâs fingers circling your entrance, two of his thick fingers squishing into your tight hole as he prepped you lightly. When they left, a long line of arousal followed, connecting him to you, he growled at the sight before licking the wetness from his rough palm and middle finger.
âMmm so sweet, if I wasnât so fucking horny Iâd make you cum all over my face⊠make you soak my mouth, shitâ he was talking more to himself than you but you clenched around nothing at the thought, the thought of him eating you out for hours was not impossible, heâd done it before.
His thick tip drooling against your entrance pulled you from your trance, he pushed softly, hooking his head along the tight rim of your pussy as he stared up at you.
âyou ready sweet thing?â He leaned over, right hand resting against the side of your head, his thumb flicking stray tears from your cheeks. You nodded softly, eyes unmoving from him, watching as his lips twitched in pleasure as his head popped into you, each inch dragging in slowly, aided by your soaked folds.
You moaned pathetically, his head running over your g-spot had you clenching around him, your orgasm hitting you quickly, your hands tightening painfully against the sheets as white hot pleasure soaked through your nerves. Everything was tingling, flashes of colour dancing over your closed eyelids.
Bucky wasnât much better as he watched you, having to will his own orgasm down at the sight of you losing yourself over him already. You were a fucking sight to him, your tits bouncing with each sharp breath you took, mouth hung open allowing each whimper or silent scream to escape unabashedly.
âOhh good girl, thatâs it mmmm shit youâre fucking clenching me tight babyâ Bucky mumbled, words falling from his lips in verbal mush, his own mind barely keeping up. When you finally came down from your high you open your eyes to look up at him, a shy little smile playing on your lips at the way he bore down at you.
âIâm so-â you began but he pushed forward, sucking up your moan at the feeling of him hitting your cervix into his mouth.
âDonât you dare be fucking sorry for that sweetheart, you hear? Fucking almost made me cum like a fucking teenager again, naughty girl ainât you? I fucking love youâ His hot breath panted against your lips as he growled at you, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel ashamed about the pleasure you were feeling. You blushed deeply, it was quite funny just how much his love for you made you blush, even when he was currently pushing against the deepest parts of you.
âCan I move baby?â He asked against your lips, smiling satisfyingly as you nodded before planting a wet kiss on your lips and pushing himself up.
He started slow, letting each vein pull against every nerve in your heat, his teeth clenching at just how tight youâd squeeze every time his head brushed against your sweet bundle of pleasure. His smooth pace never lasted long though, his hips jerked violently against you once he deemed you ready enough, your body slipping up across the sheets at each slam of his hips against your thighs.
He was leaning over you now, your leg pushed up between both your bodies, his dog tags clanging above your face at each jerk of his body. You reached a hand up, encircling the darkened metal, pulling on it as your body twitched with hints of a second orgasm.
âShit! You like when my fucking tags hang over your face, fucking little slut arenât you? You like being fucked like this? your sergeant fucking all that stress away? Mmm god, maybe Iâll put them around your neck next time hmm? Have you wear them when youâre riding me, let them fucking swing between those titsâ god youâd love thatâ Bucky rambled, on and on, thrusts becoming sloppy as you clenched around him for the umpteenth time, only this time your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, you could feel yourself soaking Buckyâs dick and thighsâ probably soaking the already destroyed sheets below you.
With one final thrust Buckyâs moan caught in this throat as he pushed himself the deepest he could go, hot cum soaking your cervix and pushing out against his length to run along your folds, mixing with your juices. His legs give out forcing himself against you even more, pulling a pained whine from you at the feeling. As your orgasms settled, your breathing slightly less laboured although still heavy, you pulled him close by his tags, kissing his blissed out face right on the lips.
âYou were so good for me sweet thing, so fucking goodâ he praised, his metal hand running through your tangled hair, soothing your heated scalp.
He leaned back up with a groan, massaging your aching leg as he pulled it from his shoulder before slipping out of your pussy. You both moaned at the loss, your heat clenching against nothing as his cum slipped from your body in waves. He couldnât tear his eyes from your heat, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he watched intently. You giggled shyly at his intense expression, your aching legs closing softly in embarrassment much to Buckyâs dismay.
âCome on, letâs get you cleaned upâ he smiled, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you to the bathroom. You snuck a glimpse of the sheets as he carried you, the whole area soaked in a mixture of you both.
âOh my godâ you whispered in disbelief against his head.
âWhat?â He replied as he set you down and began running a bath.
âThe sheets are ruined, I canât believe I did thatâ you eyed his naked frame from behind, his wide back flushed red but still absolutely stunning, each muscle rippling as he moved methodically, his small waist directing you to his thick globes. It was then Bucky turned to look at you, catching you ogling at his ass, he laughed when you turned quickly.
âIt makes me proud when I look at those sheets, I mean who else can make you squirt like that? Fucking no oneâ he growled the last part against your lips giving you a quick smooch before turning the water off and lifting you both into the hot bubbled water.
His hands massaged your shoulders, working out the knots from your activities as well as any left over stress from your mission, not that there was any after he fucked it out of you.
You two sat in silence, save for the occasional sigh you let out when he hit the right spot, both savouring each otherâs presence, reminiscing on the way you exhausted each other. You laugh when you remember his words.
âWhat? whatâs got you all giggly?â he asked, nipping the skin on the nape of your neck.
âNothing⊠just⊠were you being serious?â
âAbout what sweetheart?â He eyes you curiously.
âAbout letting me wear your dog tagsâ you suppress a smirk as you feel him twitch against your back, obviously your words sparking something in him.
âWeâll discuss it laterâ he rasped causing you to laugh out loud.
Your week had been stressful, with never ending problems and constant nagging from the higher ups to do the job but when you were in Buckyâs embrace, when you had those dog tags between your fingers or dangling over your face, everything melted away into nothingness, leaving you and Bucky alone.
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So I lied mwahahahaha, I was going to post it yesterday but I love alcohol so I was drunk but here we are.
Iâm a little nervous to post this one idk why.
I hope you enjoyed x
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Sergeantâs Got You
18+ Minors DNI
Youâre stressed, he knows exactly how to make you feel better.
Note: I was asked for something like this, so itâs heavy on the love for his dog tags
Pairing: beefy Bucky (but heâs got that fatws attitude) x reader
Warnings: Dom Bucky, basically smutty right from the get go, filthy buck, he has his metal arm (Iâm a slut for it), you like Buckyâs dog tags, like really like them, Petnames: sweetness, sweetheart, sweet thing, sweetie, good girl, baby, a LOT of dirty talk, sergeant kink, sir kink, oral (M receiving), unprotected p in v sex, heâs rough, degradation, feral Bucky, squirting, creampie, aftercare.
Word Count: 3.2k *insert cat HUH sound*
You were stressed beyond belief. Your mission ended up having a few more loose ends than anyone was anticipating leaving you to pick up the pieces. Now you were finally back in New York and ready to punch the next person who pats your back sympathetically with a âyou triedâ look on their face.
Just as you were contemplating boxing the cupboard in the kitchen than wouldnât stay open two strong arms pulled you back and into a hard body.
âYou alright sweetness?â Bucky spoke into the locks of hair at the back of your ear. His cologne had you relaxing already, the fingers on his right hand hitched up your shirt to rub soothing circles over your hip bone. What really got you was the subtle grind of his hips against your ass; he was a filthy shit, you loved it when he knew what you wanted.
You flipped your body around in his arms, your fingers running up from his abs to his soft chest until they wrapped around his neck. He smirked, he knew exactly what you wanted him to do but he was a tease, you had to tell him or he wouldnât. Itâs just the way the world worked for you sweetheart.
You surged forward, desperate for a taste of the cherry lips you missed so much. You hated to admit just how much the man in front of you affected you, how often on your mission your hand snaked down your body and in-between your legs at the photos Sam sent of your lost puppy husband, his wide back and tiny waist wrapped in that blue Henley that had the arms pulled up to his forearm revealing the long veins and thick structure underneath. You needed him, now.
He pulled back just as your lips brushed his, a dark smirk and a filthy blue colour surfacing in his orbs. Fucking tease.
âYou know you gotta use your words sweetheartâ One of his big hands, his metal one, landed on the back of your skull, the metal thumb dancing over your bottom lip before you sucked it into your wet mouth. He growled at the innocent look you gave him as your tongue flicked over the tip before poking out and running up the underside of the shiny plates.
He pushed down, holding your tongue in place as it travelled, drool dripping from the muscle but he didnât care, the sight of the rivulets of saliva sliding down the silver had him harder than a rock. One of the most technologically advanced pieces of handiwork and you were sucking on it like a little slut, pathetic.
He had you in his room before you could even blink, the rough slamming of the door vibrating the wall he pushed you up against.
âYouâre a little slut ainât you? Sucking on my thumb like my cock, getting your drool everywhere, youâre so lucky I donât make you clean it upâ he spoke as he hastily pulled your shirt and his off, his dog tags jangling softly as they fell back into place between his huge chest. You moved like a magpie, gripping at the shiny metal tags, giving them a squeeze, his name imprinting for a second of the fat of your palm before letting them slip between your fingers.
He watched you, ever fascinated at just how worked up you got about him, but it was your love for his dog tags that had him curious. You always, without fail slipped a finger around them, whether it was when you pulled him close for a kiss or if your slept on his chest, one of your fingers slipped itself through the chain and held them close to your hand.
He wasnât stupid though, he could practically smell when you soaked yourself, always conveniently after his swinging tags made contact with your chin or ran up the column in your spine, the way that little pussy tightened around him when the old metal swept over your lips, tapping your teeth as you moaned out in pleasure. It made him embarrassingly weak too.
âYou want me to fuck you cute girl?â He groaned into the crook of your neck, his plush lips suckling obscene dark marks downward till he reached the crevice of your breasts, your legs wrapped around him tighter as his hand grazed over your sensitive sides to the meat of your tit, gripping it softly and flicking a warm thumb over your nipple. You jerked into him at the shock of pleasure, your hand carding through his waves of hair and pulling him close as worked on the underside of your other boob.
âWords Sweetheart, I need wordsâ He knew it wouldnât be long till you hit that sub space, the same thing always happened when you were stressed, you needed your big Sergeant to take the wheel, use you a little bit.
âPleaseâ fuck the whimper in your voice had him grinding up into you, the scratchy fabric of his jeans meeting the barely their material of the shorts you wore under your gear.
âPlease what sweet thing?â he moved to watch the deep colour of your eyes swim with lust, eradicating any stress they once held, he was doing his job.
âPlease use me Sirâ you whined, fingers wrapping around the chain of his dog tags again to pull him close, finally getting that kiss you so desperately needed. His left hand cupped your cheek, rubbing a thumb over the high point softly, a sharp contrast to the bruising kiss you had going on. Teeth clashed with teeth, soft whimpers falling from your lips as he pushed closer, flicking his tongue viciously with your much weaker one, running against the top of it and sucking once it gave up itâs fight. He pulled you in again, tender with his lips this time, enclosing your swollen ones with his, his tongue running over your upper lip soothingly.
âFuck! Youâre making me go crazyâ he chuckled as he moved off the wall, backing himself up to the bed till his calves hit the frame. He sat down with both of you, your body straddling him, his right hand pushing you back and forth softly on his bulge. The lust in his eyes mixed with a softness as he looked up at you softly, his metal hand still on your face although now his shiny forefinger and thumb hooked onto your chin, pulling you forward for a kiss, and another, and another. You whined, you didnât want kisses and grinding, you wanted him to blow your back out, use your pretty face, anything but this.
Seeming to sense your thoughts he stopped your movements, the right hand coming up to join his left on either side of your face.
âWhat do you want sweetheart? You want your soldier to ruin you? I can feel how hot you are on my dick⊠you want it bad donât you?â You moaned at his words, dripping filthily from his tongue, he sure had a way to fuck you up without even pulling out his cock.
âYes, yes please. Use meâ he smirked, satisfied at your whimpered begging. With a click of his tongue and a flick of his eyes he had you manoeuvring onto your knees in front of him.
He was a sight, he looked carved from marble, each bend of his body, every nook and muscle and vein delicately etched into rock solid stone to be preserved for a lifetime. His bulge strained painfully against his jeans, angrily awaiting your slender fingers offering it reprise from its tight cell. You were glad to give it just that.
Clumsily, you fiddled with the thick belt around his waist, smiling in satisfaction when the rhythmic clanks finally hit your ears. You flicked the button open and were about to pull the zip of his fly when his hand stopped you.
âWith your mouth sweetnessâ his lip caught between his teeth, a soft blush decorated his face and chest as he watched you. Your tongue ran up the metal, the slight tang hitting your tastebuds, you flicked the little tab until sat snug between your teeth and pulled it down slowly, each tooth of the zip clicking as it finally opened.
Once you were done, Bucky pushed the thick material down his legs with a relieved sigh, letting it pool at his ankles before flicking them off with your help. His hard-on raged against the soft grey briefs, a pool of darkness lay at the head, precum soaking through.
His hands met yours, pulling them up his thighs and hooking them around the waistband of his briefs. He smiles down at you, eyes crinkling and neck craned as he watched you both inch down his underwear until it caught on his tip, he hissed as the scratchy fabric pulled over his silky head before it slapped deliciously onto his public bone and stomach.
âGodâ he chuckled breathlessly at the feeling of finally being free âlook at you drooling all over yourself for me, you want a taste sweet thing?â His metal fingers had wrapped themselves around the fat base of his length, pushing it forward till the spongy tip hooked onto your upper lip, his salty precum smearing over it like a x-rated lip balm.
You pecked the tip of his dick, the tip of your tongue barely poking him as you did. You moved down, lips brushing against every angry vein on his cock until you met the metal of his hand in which you slowly licked a thick strip back up until you swirled your wet muscle against his head relentlessly.
âFuck sweetheart, good girlâ he groaned, head lulling back as his hips jittered off the bed softly, pushing his head into your awaiting mouth. You sucked him in greedily, selfishly inhaling his thick musky scent that had your pussy drooling against your lace panties, threatening to spill into your shortsâ you didnât doubt that if he had you naked, your essence would drip all over the wood of the floorâ heâd have a field day making you clean it up.
âGod youâre so good, haâ making your soldier feel so good, you like your sergeant all needy? Ready to pull you up off that floor and sink my cock into youâ You moaned against his length, gagging softly when he jerked up into the back of your throat.
âShit, Nuh uh get up here, I wanna cum in that pretty pussy, move come onâ He pulled you up and off his length like you weighed nothing at all, his fingers ripping the shorts from your body and only stopping when he caught a glimpse of youâre soaked panties.
âFuck girl, whoâs got you like this hmm?â His thick thumb brushed small circles over your neglected clit. You moaned loudly, jerking off the bed with a shudder at the feeling, more of your slick pooling into your already soaked gusset.
âMmm I can fucking smell you, smell so good baby⊠bet I could fuck you without prep, you want that?â He spoke, his voice deep, laced with primal lustâ nothing like the composed grumpy old man everyone else sawâ no, he was raw, unhinged, pupils blown wide with sexual desire. You wanted nothing more than his cock in you.
âPlease Buck, just your cock I donât care just pleaseâ you cried when he pushed particularly hard on your aching nub, your knuckles turning white as you fisted then covers beneath you; your legs shook as they threatened to close on his thick forearm, you were close already but you didnât want to cum without him filling you out.
He gleamed at your form, fucked out, soaked and crying alreadyâ heâd barely fucking touched youâ he couldnât wait to see your face as he fucked you raw.
He ripped your panties with renewed vigour, the ruined material pulled away from your sensitive heat to hang around the your ankle that now sat over Buckyâs muscular shoulder. Your thigh quaked softly at the stretch but his cold digits ran softly against the tight muscle, soothing it for the time being.
His fat head tapped against your clit, each wet slap causing your body to twitch off the bed at the electric jolts of pleasure it sent up your spine. You could feel Buckyâs fingers circling your entrance, two of his thick fingers squishing into your tight hole as he prepped you lightly. When they left, a long line of arousal followed, connecting him to you, he growled at the sight before licking the wetness from his rough palm and middle finger.
âMmm so sweet, if I wasnât so fucking horny Iâd make you cum all over my face⊠make you soak my mouth, shitâ he was talking more to himself than you but you clenched around nothing at the thought, the thought of him eating you out for hours was not impossible, heâd done it before.
His thick tip drooling against your entrance pulled you from your trance, he pushed softly, hooking his head along the tight rim of your pussy as he stared up at you.
âyou ready sweet thing?â He leaned over, right hand resting against the side of your head, his thumb flicking stray tears from your cheeks. You nodded softly, eyes unmoving from him, watching as his lips twitched in pleasure as his head popped into you, each inch dragging in slowly, aided by your soaked folds.
You moaned pathetically, his head running over your g-spot had you clenching around him, your orgasm hitting you quickly, your hands tightening painfully against the sheets as white hot pleasure soaked through your nerves. Everything was tingling, flashes of colour dancing over your closed eyelids.
Bucky wasnât much better as he watched you, having to will his own orgasm down at the sight of you losing yourself over him already. You were a fucking sight to him, your tits bouncing with each sharp breath you took, mouth hung open allowing each whimper or silent scream to escape unabashedly.
âOhh good girl, thatâs it mmmm shit youâre fucking clenching me tight babyâ Bucky mumbled, words falling from his lips in verbal mush, his own mind barely keeping up. When you finally came down from your high you open your eyes to look up at him, a shy little smile playing on your lips at the way he bore down at you.
âIâm so-â you began but he pushed forward, sucking up your moan at the feeling of him hitting your cervix into his mouth.
âDonât you dare be fucking sorry for that sweetheart, you hear? Fucking almost made me cum like a fucking teenager again, naughty girl ainât you? I fucking love youâ His hot breath panted against your lips as he growled at you, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel ashamed about the pleasure you were feeling. You blushed deeply, it was quite funny just how much his love for you made you blush, even when he was currently pushing against the deepest parts of you.
âCan I move baby?â He asked against your lips, smiling satisfyingly as you nodded before planting a wet kiss on your lips and pushing himself up.
He started slow, letting each vein pull against every nerve in your heat, his teeth clenching at just how tight youâd squeeze every time his head brushed against your sweet bundle of pleasure. His smooth pace never lasted long though, his hips jerked violently against you once he deemed you ready enough, your body slipping up across the sheets at each slam of his hips against your thighs.
He was leaning over you now, your leg pushed up between both your bodies, his dog tags clanging above your face at each jerk of his body. You reached a hand up, encircling the darkened metal, pulling on it as your body twitched with hints of a second orgasm.
âShit! You like when my fucking tags hang over your face, fucking little slut arenât you? You like being fucked like this? your sergeant fucking all that stress away? Mmm god, maybe Iâll put them around your neck next time hmm? Have you wear them when youâre riding me, let them fucking swing between those titsâ god youâd love thatâ Bucky rambled, on and on, thrusts becoming sloppy as you clenched around him for the umpteenth time, only this time your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, you could feel yourself soaking Buckyâs dick and thighsâ probably soaking the already destroyed sheets below you.
With one final thrust Buckyâs moan caught in this throat as he pushed himself the deepest he could go, hot cum soaking your cervix and pushing out against his length to run along your folds, mixing with your juices. His legs give out forcing himself against you even more, pulling a pained whine from you at the feeling. As your orgasms settled, your breathing slightly less laboured although still heavy, you pulled him close by his tags, kissing his blissed out face right on the lips.
âYou were so good for me sweet thing, so fucking goodâ he praised, his metal hand running through your tangled hair, soothing your heated scalp.
He leaned back up with a groan, massaging your aching leg as he pulled it from his shoulder before slipping out of your pussy. You both moaned at the loss, your heat clenching against nothing as his cum slipped from your body in waves. He couldnât tear his eyes from your heat, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he watched intently. You giggled shyly at his intense expression, your aching legs closing softly in embarrassment much to Buckyâs dismay.
âCome on, letâs get you cleaned upâ he smiled, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you to the bathroom. You snuck a glimpse of the sheets as he carried you, the whole area soaked in a mixture of you both.
âOh my godâ you whispered in disbelief against his head.
âWhat?â He replied as he set you down and began running a bath.
âThe sheets are ruined, I canât believe I did thatâ you eyed his naked frame from behind, his wide back flushed red but still absolutely stunning, each muscle rippling as he moved methodically, his small waist directing you to his thick globes. It was then Bucky turned to look at you, catching you ogling at his ass, he laughed when you turned quickly.
âIt makes me proud when I look at those sheets, I mean who else can make you squirt like that? Fucking no oneâ he growled the last part against your lips giving you a quick smooch before turning the water off and lifting you both into the hot bubbled water.
His hands massaged your shoulders, working out the knots from your activities as well as any left over stress from your mission, not that there was any after he fucked it out of you.
You two sat in silence, save for the occasional sigh you let out when he hit the right spot, both savouring each otherâs presence, reminiscing on the way you exhausted each other. You laugh when you remember his words.
âWhat? whatâs got you all giggly?â he asked, nipping the skin on the nape of your neck.
âNothing⊠just⊠were you being serious?â
âAbout what sweetheart?â He eyes you curiously.
âAbout letting me wear your dog tagsâ you suppress a smirk as you feel him twitch against your back, obviously your words sparking something in him.
âWeâll discuss it laterâ he rasped causing you to laugh out loud.
Your week had been stressful, with never ending problems and constant nagging from the higher ups to do the job but when you were in Buckyâs embrace, when you had those dog tags between your fingers or dangling over your face, everything melted away into nothingness, leaving you and Bucky alone.
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So I lied mwahahahaha, I was going to post it yesterday but I love alcohol so I was drunk but here we are.
Iâm a little nervous to post this one idk why.
I hope you enjoyed x
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