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He's wondering when you're gonna stop doing your boring work and do him instead
Of course, he is. 😏
Clocking Out
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky makes it difficult for you to get any work done.
Word Count: Over 1k
Warnings: Established relationship, implied smutty times, Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning)
A/N: Late submission for Week 7 of Hot Bucky Summer for @buckybarnesevents ! Prompt - "Who's this?". ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. But thanks to @rookthorne for the inspiration. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You narrowed your eyes in concentration on your laptop screen, the clicking of your keyboard the only sound in your in-home office. You typically worked with some kind of background noise, whether it be music or even the television at a low volume. It helped the day go by faster. At some point though, Bucky ventured in and shut your playlist off to ask some random question.
"Who's this?" he asked as he shoved his phone in your face and blocked your view of the monitor. "And what is FYP? What the hell does that mean?"
You had to giggle after a moment. Your boyfriend had a habit of interrupting you while you worked to get some form of attention. It happened more times than you could count and you were lucky you got any work done at all when he was home. He told you in passing that after being alone for so long that he wanted to soak up every moment he could with you.
I can't get mad when he puts it that way.
"It means 'For You Page' and I have no clue who that is," you answered, gently pushing his hand away so you could get back to typing. "Why are you on TikTok, old man?"
"Why are you?" he asked, taking a seat on the loveseat near your desk. "Is this what you look at to get inspiration for your smut or whatever it is that you call it?"
"Hey!" you said, pushing away from your desk to turn and face him. "I write stories, thank you very much. Some of them just happen to include smut and there is nothing wrong with that."
Bucky had an all too smug expression on his face when he leaned back against the cushion and widened his massive thighs. He took up almost the entire two-seater sofa with his size. The gorgeous bastard finished up his workout earlier and didn't bother getting fully dressed after his shower. Just a new pair of sweatpants and no shirt, his long hair still slightly damp and daring you to run his fingers through it.
Showing off his broad torso like a harlot.
"Sorry. You're right. You do tell stories and they are wonderful," he said, holding up his hands on surrender. His steel blue eyes had a hint of playfulness as he nodded to your laptop. "You almost done with your 'porn with plot' or should I come back later?"
You rolled your eyes as you spun away from him and pulled yourself back to your desk. "You're impossible. Turn my music back on and go back to watching TikTok videos."
"Or you could take a break and ride me," he suggested so casually your fingers froze on the keyboard. "Give you the motivation you need to finish."
With a defiant lift of your chin, you went back to typing. You did like his idea and it wouldn't be the first time you stopped writing to have Bucky pull an orgasm or two from you. The only reason you got a bigger desk was so he could fit under it. The image of him nearly getting stuck under your old desk brought a smile to your face.
It also caused a tingling sensation between your legs when you remembered just how deep he stabbed his tongue into your aching pussy.
"You can't ignore me, doll. Look at you. Already distracted and shifting in your chair," he said, his voice low. He knew exactly how it affected you. "So get over here."
Nope. His thick cock can wait for me to take a ride.
"Bet you're not even working," he accused. It wasn't true. There were words on the screen. "You're typing just to look busy when we both know you're getting your seat wet through your clothes."
"Don't you have work to do yourself?" you asked incredulously, refusing to look over at him. If you did, you'd go right to him and he'd win. Both of you would win, but that wasn't the point. He cut into your work time when you couldn't cut into his.
It's not like I can show up in the middle of a mission and demand to suck his cock.
"If by 'work' you mean your delicious cunt, yeah. I have a lot of work to do," he said. The unsubtle man he was, you knew he was about two seconds away from taking himself out and stroking his perfect cock. Anyone who said perfection didn't exist hadn't slept with Bucky Barnes. "I'll do overtime and you can pay me in orgasms."
Your head fell back against your chair with a groan. "Where is your off switch?"
"No off switch around you, doll. Only an on switch. You're lucky I don't knock stuff off the end tables since I'm practically a walking hard-on around you."
The sincerity in his statement had you beaming and laughing all at once. You wondered if something in the serum sent his libido into overdrive or if it was you who brought that side of him out. It did wonders for your self-esteem because no matter how you looked, he gazed at you as if you were the most beautiful creature to grace this planet.
A small break wouldn't hurt.
"If I step away for a few minutes," you began as you stared at the ceiling. "You have to transcribe the next few paragraphs for me so I can lay down and recover."
"Deal," he said, leaning over and gripping the chair handle to turn you toward him. "But I'm warning you. If you dirty talk, I'm gonna get hard all over again and we'll be right back where we started."
"It can't be any worse than the time you had me in your lap," you said as you lifted your head. He couldn't stop himself from running his hands along your body or kissing your neck. And that was before he had you warm his cock. "Don't look so smug. You owe me an orgasm."
"Yes, ma'am," he smirked.
Lucky for you, Bucky always delivered on his promises.
We can't resist Bucky, can we? Love and thanks for reading! 💙
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okay you’re straight up ATTACKING ME!!!! It’s been two days and i’m still losing my mind (which is the natural response to seeing sebastian) this will be quick but it’s giving me soooo many ideas😫😫
pairing: alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader
word count: 870
warnings: 18+ minors dni, mention of oral (f receiving), alpha!bucky being a complete menace, kinda dom/in charge!reader??, that’s it i think
It’s hard, so fucking hard trying to ignore him. It helps that you’re standing with your back to him, but you can feel his gaze - glare more like. He’s been like this ever since you woke up this morning: pouting when you refuse to kiss him, whining when you wiggle out of his hold every time he manages to wrap his arms around you, he even shuffled to the couch and flopped onto it with a dramatic huff when you slapped his hand away when he tried holding yours.
Bucky Barnes is a baby, but you’re too stubborn to give in to his wishes.
“Come on, darling,” He whines from the couch, and the low rumble he lets out soon after makes you want to give up the act, makes you want to sink to your knees and crawl to him, forgiving him for the earlier incident. “I said I was sorry, don’t you wanna come let your Alpha apologize properly? I’ll get on my knees -”
You cut him off by throwing a nearby pillow towards him, glancing over your shoulder for a brief moment to see that he’s now sitting up, resting one hand on his thigh with his other arm thrown over the top of the couch. It takes all your might to force yourself to look away and focus back on making your tea, but you do it anyway.
It lasts not even five seconds, because then Bucky pulls out the big stops, lowering his voice as he says, “Omega… Come on.”
With a huff, you turn on your heels, placing your hands on your hips and glaring at the man you’ve called yours for over two years. His pout is gone, replaced with a smirk and a raised eyebrow as he waits for the inevitable.
“No,” You say harshly, but your heart’s not in it. You want to forgive him so badly, but he needs to learn his lesson. “You threw away all of my underwear! What am I supposed to wear when I go out now?”
“First of all, I didn’t throw all of them away. I left you a couple of thongs and those sets I love so much.” Bucky’s musky Alpha scent is slowly filling the room, the sheer dominance he radiates is clear to anyone who comes in contact with him but it’s more prevalent now with his leather jacket hugging his biceps. “Plus, we hardly leave the house anyway. And you know very well how I feel about you wearin’ panties around here.”
It’s true, you do know. In the beginning of you two living together, you quickly learned it’s best to not wear pants. You don’t like wearing them in the comfort of your own home anyway - something Bucky is extremely appreciative of. But especially panties, they merely get in the way of his desire to fill you up at any chance he gets. And it’s not like you’re complaining, oh god no. The day you’re not ready to take Bucky’s cock at any given moment will be the day you die.
It’s just… You liked the pairs you had, and they were expensive. So for Bucky to just throw them away - even if you know he didn’t mean any actual ill-will by it - kind of irks you.
Though not nearly as much as the infuriatingly smug grin on his face as you falter, he knows you’re going to cave, you always do. You’re weak for him, always have been, and always will be.
It’s just good that he’s the same way. He’d jump fifty feet in the air if you asked him to, he’d go out at one in the morning and get you food if you even suggested you were hungry, and he’s proved time and time again that he’s worthy of being your Alpha.
But right now, all you want to do is continue to gripe and make him buy you more. But then an even better idea pops up, and it’s your turn to smile deviously.
“You’re right,” You start, crossing your arms over your chest and slowly walking towards him. “You and I both know how you feel about my panties, and I guess you did leave me the good ones. But a verbal apology isn't going to be good enough.”
“Ome-“
“No.” Your harsh tone shuts him up, his eyebrows raising in surprise. “You’ve already ripped up quite a few because you’re too impatient to actually take them off. But throwing them away is too far.” Stopping about a foot in front of him, you have to will yourself not to laugh at the shock on his face.
“Your ‘apology’ will be me sitting on your face until you give me as many orgasms as the underwear you tossed out, okay?”
At that, Bucky straightens up one of his eyebrows raising as he leans forward with his forearms resting on his knees. “Omega, you have no idea how okay with that I am.” With that, Bucky shoots up, wrapping you in his arms and literally sweeping you off your feet as he carries you toward the bedroom.
It’s going to be a long day, and it’s a good thing you don’t have anything planned.
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Match time! 😁 Match the type of event to a babe:
night club with pulsing beat and strobe lights
masquerade ball
night bonfire and rituals festivities out in the open (like Beltane, or equinox celebrations)
modern fancy gala
with: Steve, Ransom, Curtis, Ari
Ooooh, I love this.
Night club + Ransom: This one was the easiest for me. He just feels so at home at a booth in the VIP section getting bottle service. He goes with his obnoxious trust fund baby friends and never leaves the table but doesn't hesitate to entertain the women that come to him. Wait! I just got a flash of you working as a bottle service girl, his favorite, and starting up a sugar baby arrangement with him. He's enthusiastic about it, 'cause you had become his only reason for continuing to go to the club. Now he gets to stay home but still gets to see you.
Masquerade ball + Ari: I was going back and forth between him and Steve for this one, but I like the period piece/fantasy feel for Ari here. You're a princess whose father has finally arranged an engagement for you to Prince Ari. You've never met him before and are terrified by what waits for you when he visits in a few days. So you and your friends sneak out of the palace to go to a masquerade in the surrounding city. (Think the masquerade scene in Marie Antoinette.) You meet a tall, handsome man in a sun mask and have an incredible night with him, devastated to have to say goodbye in the wee hours of the morning. But when Ari walks into the throne room the next day, there sure is something familiar about him...
Night bonfire/rituals + Curtis: There's just something so primal about him, so it's too easy to see you both standing naked under the moon, sending Mother Nature your thanks for a bountiful harvest or sending up your hopes for the new season in the smoke of the fire. And maybe the ground isn't the only thing that's fertile this year 😏
Modern fancy gala + Steve: Steve in a tux just screams charity gala. It's your first one of these, representing your company at their table and you're feeling very out of place and not sure how to act. You're having a mini panic attack while waiting for a drink at the bar when an incredibly dashing Steve walks up to say hello and sensing your nerves, offers to show you the ropes. You have a very lovely evening. It's not til he excuses himself to give the keynote speech, that you realize he's the incredibly eligible, powerful CEO that's sponsoring tonight's event.
Thanks for playing with me Eva!! 💜
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The only time Ari curses is when he's balls deep inside you and you clench around him so tight 😌 occasionally, when he goes feral on you and you try to wriggle away. You'll get a spank and "Stay in your fucking place!" then
Oooh yes 🤭🫣
I can imagine beefy boyfriend Ari who has a bratty lil girlfriend who doesn’t know how to follow orders during sex 😭 she’s so cute that he always goes feral on her, fucking her hard after a hard day’s work (he does some job that makes him all greasy and sweaty, and she’s all freshly bathed in her pretty dress). And bratty!reader can never stay still, she just gets so overstimulated or he’s being so so rough and she tries to wriggle away, only for Ari to grab her roughly by the thigh, drag her back and fuck her doubly hard along with a harsh smack all like “Stay in your fucking place if you know what’s good for you.”
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You're ready to leave work, eager at the thought of changing into comfy pjs and snuggling in bed with a new romance book. But just as you're about to go out the door your boss calls you into his office.
Who's ruining your plans and possibly your pussy?
You know what? After the 🤬 week I've had, I'm gonna use this as an opportunity to let off some steam and maybe get a little out of character:
Andy Barber
Details smut below the cut. Fair warning, it's about 1000 words, contains some mild BDSM elements, including spanking. This is literally the smuttiest thing I've ever written.
You step into Andy's office and immediately know your evening plans are gone. "Sir? What happened?"
"New evidence got introduced," he explains. "We're going to have to do a lot of verification and research." You don't hold back your irritated sigh and he gives you an apologetic look. "I promise we're working this together. I'm not done until you are."
"That doesn't help the frustration," you retort. "I'll go ahead and order us some food, using the business card."
He nods, "just not Chinese, please. I've been eating a bit too much of that lately."
"Sure thing," you turn around and put in the food order before sitting down to look at the new evidence and its repercussions for the case.
+++
Several hours later you're both exhausted but fairly certain you've got proper counter arguments, follow up questions and a list of things to follow up on.
As you get up to go home Andy thanks you, "I know the hours suck but I promise to make it up to you." You gently guffaw and he looks a little hurt. "I'm serious," he insists. "Employee welfare is very important to me."
"Bullshit," you retort.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, Barber," your tone harsh as you walk closer to him. "If employee welfare was actually that important, you'd've let me go home and have my relaxing night off. Instead, I got even more worked up with no promise of relief any time soon."
"I can make it up to you."
You grab his tie and pull him towards you, "and how do you propose to do that?"
"Use me," he whispers.
You bend him over his desk and give his ass a hard smack, making him moan. Pulling his hair to move his face towards yours you order, "tell me your safeword, Sweetie." He tells you the word, making you smile, before you go to town spanking his ass so hard hard you're sure you've left bruises.
When you got that out of your system you push him into his office chair, removing your pants and underwear before sitting on his desk. You put your legs on the arms of his chair, showing him how wet your pussy is, his eyes darkening at the sight before him.
"What's your color, Sweetie?"
"Green, Mistress."
"You wanna help me work through some tension? Work out my frustration?"
"Yes, Mistress," he moans. "Please let me help you."
"I don't know that you can," you sneer. "I think I need to take care of myself." You start touching yourself, watching him tense, trying so hard to be good and stay in his chair. You let yourself moan and watch him lick his lips, clearly hungry for a taste.
"Please," he whispers. "Please, Mistress, let me help you."
You pause and move your slick covered fingers to grab his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes, "and how would you do that, Sweetie?"
"M..my mouth, Mistress. Please, please let me taste you!"
"Oh," you retort, gently pushing his face away, "so it's all about what you want."
"NO!" He looks up at you, eyes wide, "I want to help you. I want to make you feel good. The fact that you taste so good is just a bonus to the pleasure of making you feel good, Mistress." He's using the whimpering tone he knows you enjoy so much.
"Arms behind your back," you order. "And so help me, Sweetie, if your hands touch any part of me I will make you regret it."
"Thank you, Mistress," he cries as he gets on his knees, holding his hands behind him and his tongue immediately diving into your folds. He remembers all of your favorite spots and moves and he makes sure to hit them all. You grab his hair as your first orgasm hits you, pushing his face further into you as moan with pleasure.
You hear him whimpering and you push his face back, "what's wrong, Sweetie?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress," he apologizes. "I didn't wanna cum without permission."
"Aww," you smile down at him. "You're a real Sweetie, aren't you? Making sure you're not done until I am." He whimpers appreciatively at the praise. "Get up and undress," you order.
Without any further prompting Andy stands up and quickly removes all of his clothes, putting them with your own. He stands still, awaiting your next order as you walk behind him, admiring the marks you left on his ass.
You give him another spank, this time gripping him tightly when your hand meets his cheek. You whisper into his ear, "lean forward. Hands on the desk." He immediately follows your orders and you pat his head. "What's your color, Sweetie?"
"Green, Mistress," his voice is overeager so you ask him to repeat the safeword just to make sure. He does so without hesitation so you continue.
You go into the bottom right drawer of his desk, the one just for the two of you, and pull out the bottle of lube. You pour some on your fingers and some more on his puckered hole. You gently start working your index finger into him and you hear him moan in pleasure.
"That's it, Sweetie," you coo. "You like how I make you feel?"
"Yes, Mistress," he groans. "Feels so good." You push another finger in and he gets louder while your fingers get faster. "Please, Mistress," he begs. "Please, I need to cum."
You enjoy his whine as you remove your fingers, "so needy," you giggle. Reaching back into the drawer you grab the strap-on and put it on, enjoying a bit of relief to no longer be clenching around nothing. You lube it up and press it against Andy's hole, "are you ready, Sweetie?"
"Yes, please, Mistress. Please use me!"
You press into him, making his hands clench. He's gripping the table so hard part of you is surprised it doesn't break. When the strap-on is fully inside of him you pause to let him adjust to the size.
You check in on him again before letting yourself fuck his ass. Your orgasm building as you continually praise him as a "good boy." Before you let yourself cum you reach around and start jerking him off. Andy is getting louder and it's pushing you closer to your own orgasm.
When the coil finally snaps you work yourself through it while telling Andy, "cum for me, Sweetie. Cum all over my hand." He practically roars as he obeys your command.
As soon as you both catch your breath you're switching into aftercare mode. Checking in on him, making sure to help him clean up, giving him the hugs, treats and cuddles he needs.
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Midnight margaritas! 🍹 I also have apple pie and of course garlic bread 😎
Mmm. I'll bring Dark and Stormies and pizza! 😘 who else wants in on this and what's everyone's pizza order? 😂🥂🍕
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Your majesty, the honor @biteofcherry 🥺
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡
Eva 🥹 Thank you for sending me this ❤️
Here are my top 5:
• Sun & ocean/sea vibes
• Spending time with my loved ones
• Travelling
• Good food & good wine (and good coffee)
• Getting d.cked down good
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✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨
Thank you my love 🫶🩷❤️ sending you lots of love today
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Aggressively texting Bucky: "How dare you be this fucking cute?!"
Seriously! How is he so cute?!
A Couple of Cuties
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky's cute. He knows it. You know it. You just need to admit it.
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Flirting, tension, banter, implied sexy times, Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning)
A/N: Happy Sinday! Set in the same universe as The Rejects. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You weren't sure how game nights became your thing with Bucky. Maybe it was because it was how the two of you got together. You looked forward to them, especially since they had a tendency to end the same way: The "loser" of a chosen game stripping and the "winner" eventually losing their clothes, too. Both of you were winners by the time you got to bed or the nearest surface he felt like taking you on. Tonight would be no exception.
If you didn't smack him first.
"It's cute that you think I'm cute. Nothing wrong with that."
You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at Bucky. He had his signature panty-dropping smirk on his face as he stared back at you from across the table. It was a battle of wills and you were determined not to blink. You refused to let him win. And you refused to acknowledge his cuteness.
I won't think about his adorable smile or his sweet laugh when I crack a joke or the way his eyes go soft when I catch him staring.
"When did I say you're cute?" You asked, finally blinking when you had to. He still hadn't, his deep blue eyes laser focused as he stared.
Of course, he beat me. Damn super soldier and his skills. How the hell can anyone go that long without blinking?
"You say it with your eyes and your smile, just like I say it to you," he replied, holding his phone up as you raised your chin defiantly. Even though his words made your heart swell, you didn’t let it show out of sheer stubbornness. "You also sent me a text. Would you like me to read it to you?"
"I don't need you to-"
"How dare you be this fucking cute?!" he read, trying and failing to imitate your voice.
I sound nothing like that. And I regret hitting "send" on that text message.
"You think because the text came from my phone that I sent it? How do you know Nat or someone didn't take my phone? I mean, face it, you have no proof that I'm the one who sent that message," you said, checking your nails to avoid his gaze. "Maybe someone wanted to give you an ego boost. Not like you need one, but good for them for the effort."
The adorable nose scrunch was out in full force as he laughed and you no doubt had hearts in your eyes as the sound bounced off the walls. The fact that he could relax around you after he faced so many horrors was a wonderful feeling. "Nat has never called me cute and I'm pretty sure she was with Steve when I got this message," he pointed out as he leaned across the table and booped you on the nose with a vibranium finger when you lifted your gaze. "But you think I'm cute and I think that's adorable."
"I'm sorry, but did Sergeant Barnes just boop my nose? You actually booped my nose. We may have to take your badass card away and replace it with a ‘boop boop’."
"No deflecting and badasses can still give and receive boops," he said as he settled back in his chair. "You sent the message. We both know it."
"I did not," you stated.
Bucky licked his lips, drawing your attention to them. You wanted to feel them against yours. You needed them on your skin and between your legs. "You did."
"I did not," you repeated, your voice steady as his gaze moved down to your chest. Can a man actually touch you with his eyes? Logic told you it was physically impossible, but it didn’t stop your body from imagining that he could do so.
"You did, but do you know what's cuter?” He asked, leaning back as he grasped the bottom of his blue Henley and pulled it over his head. “You in my clothes.”
“It’s cute when I’m wearing your clothes?” You questioned, catching the garment as he tossed it your way. The whiff of his cologne made you shiver, along with something that had to come from the serum. You noticed that Steve had a hint of a similar scent to Bucky, but the Captain’s didn’t make your heart race the way the former Winter Soldier’s did. “I was going for sexy.”
“It’s very sexy,” he promised, the praise heating up your skin before he gestured to himself. “But if you don’t admit that I’m cute, you won’t get any of this tonight.”
It was your turn to laugh as you swapped out your top for Bucky’s, watching his eyes darken as you slipped it on. You did look good in his clothes. “You’re going to withhold sex from me? Please. I have a toy with your name on it that’ll do the job just fine.”
Your boyfriend smiled at your words. “Aww. You named a toy after me? That’s flattering. Do you call him Bucky? James? Sergeant? Don’t hold back on me, doll. I wanna know the details.”
“You know, the text was your fault since you decided to send me a selfie,” you defended yourself, changing the subject. It was a cute photo of him. One of many. Of course, you had to say something.
“Maybe I can fuck you with the toy first,” he suggested, your inhale sharp and quick as his voice dropped. It didn’t take long for you to feel his hand on your knee, moving dangerously slow up your leg. “Because you look so cute right before you let go. Your mouth falls open slightly and the sweetest little whine slips out. And almost a look of surprise when you gush around me, like no one else has ever made you come so hard.”
No one else ever has.
“I take it back. You’re not cute. You’re the devil,” you argued breathlessly as your legs parted, allowing his hand to glide up more.
“If I’m the devil, come and sin with me,” he smirked, his hand stopping just before it reached the middle of your thighs. “And for you to take it back is an admission that you do think I’m cute. But if you won't say it...”
“Fine, you smug bastard! I admit it. I sent it because you’re cute. You’re fucking adorable. Living proof that you can be a beast and a sweetheart,” you said as he grinned, grasping his wrist and bringing his hand to your clothed core, the fabric soaked thanks to him. “And thanks to you, I’m all wet. So either do something about it or no game nights for a month.”
His nostrils flared, knowing it wasn’t just a threat. You also knew there was no way in hell he could last that long without your game nights. He cherished them just as much as you did. “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I would. I can play with my toy in the meantime if you’re not up for the job,” you smirked, grinding slowly against his hand. “Cutie.”
You would tell Bucky later just how cute he looked when he knocked the table out of the way to get to you. He would make sure you weren’t sore since he fucked you on the floor. It was endearing how much he cared for your well-being.
You expected nothing less from a cutie like Bucky Barnes.
These two. 😂 I hope you lovelies liked it! Love and thanks for reading. 💙
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Thank you so much Lovely! ❤️
I hope this year brings you happiness, health and all the writing muses cooperation!🥰😘
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He's just so relentless. Like, I know I'm going to be in trouble when he catches me, but I also just sort of want to kiss his face??? A real conundrum. 😏
Hope you're having a nice Saturday, friend! 💜
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sneak attack 😏
GOOD HELL. HOW DOES ANYONE SURVIVE HIS SMOLDERING?
Someone check my pulse, I don’t think it’s working anymore… but I’m okay with that. I don’t need it. Worth it.
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Look what the Play Store recommended, @biteofcherry . 😂😂😂😂
Alphachira? Is that you?
Steve realizing Alphachira isn't going anywhere:
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Thank you, so much, Cherry! May the new year bring you many funishments and an abundance of dreams involving Nomad Steve!
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