heyy!! can you do a dbf bucky caught masturbating? only if u wanna obv~!
No honestly bc the thought of a man masturbating is way too hot, it makes me so weak 🥵
I've probably talked about this before but it's delightful to imagine him staying over in the guest room of your house for a while and when he thinks the house is empty, he's taking some time for ✨self care✨, not knowing that you're still home.
I always imagine he's so vocal too so when he thinks he can be as loud as he wants, he doesn't hold back.
He's surprised at how badly he needs this, taking his time at first with just a few leisurely strokes. He's rock hard in no time, his hand wrapped around his own length, doing everything he can not to think about you.
Fuck, it would be so wrong to think about you. He knows it would. It's wrong to think about kissing up your bare legs or sucking bruises over your collarbones. It's wrong to imagine how you'd look on your knees for him, begging him to finish on your face.
No matter what he does, that's all his brain wants to come back to. He can almost hear how sweet your little moans would be when he rubs your clit.
You'd be such a good girl for him. He knows that and he loves it.
There's no harm in letting himself give in a little. As he gets hornier, precum drips from his tip and he's only focused on imagining how gorgeous you'd look beneath him, lost in pleasure the way he is.
He hadn't even considered that you might still be home. As far as he knew, you were planning to go out with your parents so he was safe to groan your name the way he wanted to.
Heat pools between your legs at the sight of him on the bed in front of you. The guest room door hadn't been pulled shut completely and when curiosity got the better of you, you were beyond surprised to see Bucky laid out on the bed, stroking his own cock and whining your name.
"Such a good fucking girl for me." His voice was loud enough that you could hear every word.
His hand moved faster, soft breathy moans tumbling from his lips and hanging in the air.
Your panties were soaked. Rational thought had all but left you. Pure need buzzed in the pit of your stomach and there was no doubt in your mind that you'd summon this image of Bucky every single time you felt like touching yourself for at least the next 3 months.
The decision seemed to come naturally to you and before you'd really thought about it, you'd pressed the door open and stepped inside, settling on the end of the bed.
Bucky sounded startled. Understandably. His cheeks were flushed, desperately trying to cover himself and make apologies at the same time.
"Bucky, please." You almost sounded timid while you prized the blanket from his grasp. "Can I taste you?"
He swore he had to be dreaming. This couldn't be real. You weren't actually asking that right after he'd spent so long imagining it. Is this how manifesting works?
"Are you sure?" He asked, not missing the way his dick throbbed when you nodded enthusiastically.
Bucky pulled the blanket back, grasping his dick again, stroking slowly. He swore he'd never forget the sight of your tongue pressed to the tip of his cock, looking up at him before you swirled your tongue around the head, gathering as much precum as you could.
"Oh fuck, that's it. Such a good girl for me, holy shit." He's lost in the feeling and he couldn't tear his eyes away from you, even if he wanted to.
Your lips wrap around his tip, sucking gently while he continues to stroke himself and he swears he's going to lose it. You hum your approval at a fresh bead of precum gathering over his tip but it's not there very long before you've licked that up too.
He forces himself not to imagine how pretty you'd look with your tongue or your face painted with his cum because if he does, this is over. He's determined to make that a reality but not just yet.
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Becca, do you have any more dbf!bucky masturbating thots to spare? Pls any crumbs will do🙏🏻❤️
This should technically belong to the ‘Shit he said’ series but this was far too fucking hot and it’s been bouncing around in my empty little head all week
Because the thought of mutual masturbation with dbf!bucky is where my head is at right now. Maybe you’re both a little apprehensive about taking things too fast so mutual masturbation seems like a safe place to start.
“Show me how to touch you.” He’s already got you out of your clothes, his lips are warm on your bare shoulder and dear God, this man is something else.
He’s so much more beautiful naked than he even realises. His skin is so warm against you, a few little grey hairs scattered throughout the darker ones in the centre of his chest and something in you wants to make sure he knows how much you appreciate just looking at him and being able to touch him.
“Touch yourself, sweetheart.” He urges softly, reminding you he’s still very much in the room with you. He isn’t just in your head now.
“Show me how pretty you look when you think of me and touch yourself.” Excitement builds in the pit of your stomach, your fingers slipping between your legs, trailing between your own soaked folds before your fingers start to rub your clit the way you usually would when he isn’t around.
It’s intense with him watching you, his eyes flitting between your face and where your hand is rubbing your messy cunt.
You’re so lost in the sensation of pleasure creeping up your spine that you hadn’t even noticed he’s touching himself now too. His cock is hard, throbbing in his hand while he fucks his fist, dribbling precum over his own fingers already.
“That’s it, good girl. You’re so pretty. For such a smart girl, you go so stupid when you’re horny. Just a pretty little fucktoy sometimes, aren’t you?” This man is filthy and the way his voice seems to have dropped an octave makes you wetter almost instantly. You want to be his fucktoy. You want, if only for an hour or two, to be bent over and mercilessly fucked. He’s got a beautiful way of balancing his respect for you with your mutual desire to explore some wholly disrespectful fantasies.
“Spread your legs, sweetie.” You do as you’re told, spreading your legs and allowing his fingers to trail from your clit to your entrance. “How does it feel to have my precum smeared over your cunt?” You hadn’t realised that’s what he was doing but even just the thought makes you whimper. “Don’t worry. I’ll lick it up for you after you cum for me.” His strokes on his cock are frantic, imagining how you’ll taste mingled with his own subtle precum but even just the promise has your fingers working yourself faster.
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How is Christmas this week already?? Gahh! Work has been so, so busy and I’ve regrettably had very little time to write. I have so many ideas, so here’s to hoping I’ll get a chance to work on them during my brief Christmas break.
I need to finish part four of Moth to a Flame but I refuse to post it until it is ✨perfect✨ so in the meantime, I’ve had more Modern!Boba x f!Reader holiday thoughts…the brainrot continues!
Alsoooo @extrahotpixels your comfy clones au shamelessly inspired some of my Boba thoughts, I’ll have you know! He deserves all the hugs and love!
• Boba, of all people, knows holidays can be difficult - especially Christmas. Whether it is relationally, emotionally, mentally, or a mix of all three; he’s intrinsically familiar with loneliness. You don’t know the full story yet, though you wager he’ll tell you when he’s ready, but you do know his father died when he was very young - leaving him orphaned, abandoned to the foster care system. He’d spent many Christmases alone, without the love he needed, and it wasn’t until you came into his life that he’s tried to embrace it.
• And bless him, he really does his best. He doesn’t understand the allure to some of the festivities, but you’d better bet he’s trying to stick to the traditions he knows. Tacky light tours? You bet. A cookie baking session? He’s on it. Picking out a tree to decorate? He’ll only want the best. And what he doesn’t know, you’re more than happy to show him. As long as it makes you happy, he’s all for it.
• One of your favorite things is seeing Boba uncharacteristically relaxed. He’s always so tense, a million wars raging in his mind, brows lowered in a severity shaped by trauma and loss - it melts your heart to see him wearing a soft sweater, sipping from a mug of hot chocolate, a warm smile on his face. You love snuggling with him as you watch a movie, his broad fame overshadowing yours, holding you close.
• Christmas isn’t always easy for you, either, but you never feel pressured to have everything perfect. There’s always the family drama, the rough days, your own losses, or times when your mind isn’t kind to you. But no matter the trial, you and Boba work hard to make it special - in your own, quaint, unique ways.
• Boba is a practical man - he shows love through service, presents, and thoughtful actions. Words can sometimes be hard, but he always puts in an effort. If you tell him you like something, he will not forget it. He’ll surprise you with these things year round, so Christmas is no exception. But even then, he always likes to keep you guessing, always trying his best to surprise you.
• You’d come home from a long day at work and find a tray of cookies already baked, a Yule log fireplace playing on the tv, and Boba sitting in his chair, waiting for you. You’d notice he’s back in that cozy sweater you love so much, the soft one that does little to hide his strong frame, a Santa hat perched on his head.
“Hey princess,” his warm voice would roll through you, casual and laid back as he’d pat his thigh, beckoning you over with a knowing smirk. “Still need to tell me what you want for Christmas.”
You’d sit there, in his lap, nestled against his chest, and press a kiss to his lips - one he hungrily returns.
“You’ve already given me the best present ever,” you’d meet his gaze, smirking when you see brief confusion flit through those achingly beautiful amber eyes. “Your love.”
“Always, little one,” he’d kiss you deeply, holding you oh so close, never wanting to let go. “Always.”
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