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See the thing with Bucky; he’s shameless. You heard of it, he’s probably tried it.
A lot of people in his life assumed he was a broken recluse when he finally started to get his life back but that wasn’t so.
A lot had changed since Bucky had last been a part of the dating scene. He could get pornography at his fingertips, he could buy sex toys in specially designated stores, but the change he appreciated the most? Fucking a guy he had the hots for wouldn’t make him a criminal.
See Bucky liked people; girls with tits that spilled over his fingers and soft thighs that cradled his hips and boys with defined abs and peachy bottoms. He liked tiny tits too that he could fit into his mouth and a soft belly to sink his teeth into.
It had all started as he grew up. Bucky was a friendly, popular guy. He didn’t judge or shame and he wasn’t afraid to ask for what he wanted. He wasn’t afraid to ask for feedback either, because what’s the good in doing all of this if you can’t improve.
He’d learned a lot in Wakanda, where love was free and encouraged. He’d seen and done a lot too and most of all, when he got back, well, he just went on ahead and explored some more, though acceptance and love wasn’t as freely given, so Bucky had to search for it.
So this game of Never Have I Ever he was caught in, well, let’s just say this Asguardian liquor was about to test his limits. Or his honesty.
How they’d gotten here he had no idea. Tony had leftover booze from some gala he’d hosted and half the team were snarky, the other half were moping. Who’d have thought that Thor burying Stormbreaker in Thanos’ skull would have been anticlimactic?
So eighteen months later here everyone was celebrating Peter Parker starting at college and getting an internship with Tony, as if that was ever a question.
The boy in question was currently sitting next to Bucky with his chin resting on his knees and a bottle of beer in his hand. Everyone had various drinks and he had been teased a little about being underage but he’d just flipped anyone who tried to make him awkward the bird, then apologised for being rude, then asked them politely to stop teasing him and promptly sat down.
‘Leave the kid alone,’ Steve had frowned in that Cap way and Peter had preened under his noble protection.
After explaining the rules of the game they started with the typical childish ones before Natasha, getting comfortable with a glass of wine, turned the conversation to naughtier topics.
‘Spanked someone,’ Natasha smirked as she took a sip.
Bucky took a drink. Pepper, Maria and Clint took a drink too. A few of the group teased Steve, assuming that the old “Steve and Bucky are secretly fucking” was about to finally be revealed. Steve went bright red and spluttered at the assumption but Bucky just shrugged and smirked.
‘In this room,’ Clint joked.
Bucky took a drink. Natasha and Pepper took a drink as well.
A lot of people muttered but no one gave anything away other than Tony trying to scoff away his red face.
‘Never have I ever…been rimmed,’ Tony teased. Almost everyone in the room took a drink, including Steve.
‘Wow Cap, you like to be treated right,’ Natasha nudged him. Steve blushed again.
‘I- it was ah,’ he licked his lips and looked at Bucky.
Bucky for his part held his hands up. ‘Hey don’t look at me Pal, they think I’m the one who rimmed you.’
Steve spluttered again and Bucky laughed. ‘Never have I ever rimmed someone.’
At Bucky’s words everyone took a drink. Including Bucky.
‘You’re getting hot there too kiddo,’ Tony winked at Peter who flushed and shrunk back into the cushions.
‘Never have I ever watched porn with someone,’ Scott said.
Scott, Tony, Pepper, Thor and Loki took a drink, as did Bucky. Peter did too, and it didn’t go unnoticed. He got some gentle teasing before the team dropped it to move on.
‘Never have I ever watched a dirty video I made myself,’ Maria said.
Peppers poor face beamed red as she took a drink, while Tony proudly puffed his chest out and took his own drink too. Bucky took a sip, and Peter, face as red as Peppers, took a drink too.
‘Had a lap dance,’ Loki said. Almost everyone took a drink, Peter closed his eyes as he joined them.
‘Gave a lap dance,’ Wanda said. All the girls except Maria took a drink, most with red cheeks. Thor, Bucky and Peter took a drink too.
‘The little spider is a kinky one!’ Thor declared as Loki smirked at Peter, wiggling his eyebrows. ‘Never have I ever used a dagger sexually on a lover.’ Thor boomed as he took a drink.
Bucky and Natasha took a drink.
Steve’s face scrunched up and Thor laughed again, slapping Steve’s back almost knocking him off the sofa.
‘Never have I ever dominated a lover while blindfolded,’ Wanda said smugly.
Bucky took a drink.
‘Mother- is there anything you haven’t done?’ Sam asked. Peter shifted uncomfortably beside Bucky and glanced up at the man.
Bucky shrugged. ‘Try me.’
Sam leaned forward and everyone else looked on with interest. Bucky filled his glass then mirrored Sam’s pose.
‘Never have I ever fucked without my prosthetic on.’
Bucky took a drink.
‘Never have I ever fucked in public.’
Bucky took a drink.
‘Never have I ever fucked on a boat.’
Drink.
‘Had sex under the stars.’
Drink.
Sam hesitated and glanced around the room, and Natasha leaned in to help him out.
‘Had sex with a man and woman at the same time.’
Drink.
‘Been fucked with a strapon.’
Drink.
‘Been deep throated by someone with no gag reflex.’
Bucky swirled the liquid in his glass and took a drink.
‘Had someone call you daddy.’
Another drink this time with an eye roll.
‘I knew he was a total Daddy,’ Wanda muttered and Pepper nodded in sage agreement. Tony made an affronted noise.
‘Had a lover wear a sex toy in public.’
Drink.
‘Fucked someone while they wore a chastity device.’
Bucky refilled his glass and took a drink.
‘Bottomed,’ Sam smirked and Bucky rolled his eyes.
‘You already mentioned a strapon,’ Bucky pointed out as he took a drink.
Sam scowled and Natasha took over again.
‘Fucked in cosplay.’
Bucky made a face. Then took a drink.
‘Bucky,’ Steve gasped. ‘I don’t even know what half of this stuff is!’
‘And yet you still did it,’ Clint laughed.
‘No!’ Steve looked at him with piercing blue eyes. ‘It wasn’t - I didn’t!’
‘Oh my god you are all so dense!’ Peter suddenly cried. All eyes landed on him as he launched himself onto Bucky, knocking the bigger man onto his back on the sofa.
Bucky laughed as his hands curled around Peter’s slim waist but the sound was cut off as Peter kissed Bucky. It was chaste only for a moment then the adrenaline and alcohol caused them to deepen the kiss, licking into each other’s mouths. Peter moaned and rocked on Bucky for a moment then they parted, their foreheads pressed together.
‘Hey,’ Bucky whispered his hand coming up to stroke Peter’s cheeks.
‘Hi,’ Peter murmured. ‘I got jealous. I’m sorry, I know we haven’t discussed telling.’
‘It’s okay,’ Bucky stole another kiss.
‘No!’ Tony’s voice boomed around the room. ‘Have you- all of- with him!’
‘Tony,’ Pepper’s voice was calm as Natasha and Scott started to giggle.
‘What’s cosplay?’ Steve muttered to Sam. ‘And how can you uh, fondue, in chastity?’
‘It’s called a cock cage Pal, and you need to stop saying fondue and start saying have sex, you’re one hundred and two,’ Bucky looked over his shoulder and up at Steve. Peter buried his face in Bucky’s shoulder as Steve’s face contorted trying to imagine what Bucky had just said.
‘Done. This party is done. Get out!’ Tony cried as he got up and hurried out of the room leaving most of his guests giggling and laughing.
Pepper smiled apologetically, ‘Tony’s just a bit…jealous,’ she said with a shrug. ‘Stay as long as you want but I best go check he’s okay.’
Bucky sat up but kept a strong arm around Peter not letting him move an inch. Now that everyone knew he had no intentions of letting his darling spider out of his sight.
‘Why’s Tony jealous?’ Peter asked Bucky softly as they got comfortable together.
‘Could be of our adventures in and out of the bedroom,’ Bucky mused.
‘Or maybe he’s jealous of Bucky,’ Natasha suggested as she poured herself another wine.
‘Or Peter,’ Loki added with an innocent look.
Bucky’s arm tightened around Peter and he pressed a kiss to Peter’s hair in reassurance.
‘So how long?’ Sam asked Peter.
‘Long enough that I should be as drunk as Bucky,’ Peter flushed remembering some of the things they had talked about. Some of the things he and Bucky had tried and enjoyed.
‘Well congratulations,’ Natasha said and everyone joined her in well wishes. Peter blushed and ducked his head into Bucky’s shoulder and Bucky played his fingers through Peter’s hair.
‘That’s barbaric!’ Steve suddenly cried from the sofa where he was staring at Sam’s phone in horror while everyone else laughed at his reaction.
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Day 1: Pegging - Mafia!Stucky
Summary: Steve had once instructed Bucky how to pleasure you, but what happens when you’re the one being given the instructions?
(this is basically part 2.5 to my fic 'Steve's Birthday Wish')
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, threesome f/m/m, polyamorous, pegging, strap-on, size kink, dom/sub, pet names, scratching, kissing, handjob, blowjob, anal fingering, anal, vaginal sex, creampie, praise kink
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Steve Rogers, the leader of the Rogers Mafia, the most renowned organisation throughout Brooklyn, was a highly inquisitive gang member. He had to be in his line of work to continue deceiving the cops or work with people who were so dangerous he didn’t dare to even blink more than necessary whilst in their presence.
Due to the threatening line of work, Steve had to be prepared for anything, making quick decisions to protect his friends, family and business in the heat of the moment. Over time, this could strain him, verging on feeling burnt out; therefore, he needed others to cling to and help unwind, where you and Bucky would always thrive.
However, it wasn’t so much that Steve would lie down and expect the two of you to care or pleasure him; it was quite the opposite. His ideas usually consisted of kinky scenarios you would never even dream of thinking about. For example, the only reason Bucky was in the relationship now was that Steve had suggested that his second-in-command fuck his girlfriend whilst following his instructions with where to touch you. Never would the thought have crossed your mind to include Bucky in a sexual situation as not only was he your bodyguard but Steve’s best friend, but now, the three of you were inseparable, and you couldn’t imagine it any other way.
This all leads to a dark autumn night, the leaves covering the ground in a sea of burnt orange and brown shades, the sun having set hours ago over the tall Brooklyn buildings as the weather changes. These earlier nights, however, did nothing to stop Steve with his intense working schedule, and neither did it for Bucky, as they both had been in the office at your home for hours on end. Even as you wished them a good night did neither man stop to have a break; only when Bucky glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearing midnight did he mutter that he was going to join you in bed, kissing Steve’s temple tenderly and murmuring for him not to be long. He all but collapsed into bed, only just managing to strip down to his boxers before wrapping his body around yours, his metal arm sliding beneath your head as the other cocooned around your chest and hand resting over your heart, his face nuzzling into the back of your neck as the feeling of your heartbeat lulled him into a deep sleep.
Sometime later, you found yourself waking, detecting warmth behind you but not in front, which felt unnerving and like something was missing, which happened to be Steve. Carefully reaching across the bed, you grasped your phone and clicked the button to see the time was nearing 3 a.m. and still no sign of your blonde boyfriend.
“Is he still working?” Bucky’s voice croaked, startling you, having not realised he had woken from your slight movement.
“Yeah, I’m gonna go and find him”, you respond whilst untangling your limbs from his. Bucky sighed away, the sleep still settled heavily in his body, before following you, not bothering to pull on any clothes as you’d stolen his oversized shirt from where it lay on the floor. It took only seconds to walk across the hall and find Steve in the same position as hours ago. Your voice was soft as you explained, “Steve, you can’t work 24 hours a day; you must sleep at some point. The bed’s getting so cold without you.” Your bottom lip pouted dramatically as you stood on the other side of his desk, looking at him with wide, sad eyes and fingers teasingly stroking the edge of the oak surface.
The corner of Steve’s lips turned up as he took in your sleepy appearance and then over to his just as tired boyfriend over your shoulder. “Is Bucky not keeping you warm?” he asked, his voice deep and full of jest.
Bucky rushed up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him as you squealed in surprise, “I’m doing a perfect job, actually”. You melted into the embrace, tilting your head to the side so he could dramatically kiss your cheek with an audible smooch noise.
The brunette man dropped into the leather chair behind him, pulling you with him. You laughed at the sudden movement but quickly righted your position to feel more comfortable, turning slightly so that your legs were slung over his lap, hands resting against his toned shoulder and face resting on his chest.
Steve watched you curiously, especially the skin of your bare legs as he rested his chin on his closed fist, the material of his black button-up shirt straining to keep his muscles contained. You noticed the look and gave him a flirtatious smile whilst reaching up to scratch your nails through Bucky’s buzzcut hair. “What’s going on that’s keeping you up for so long and can’t wait for the morning?”
Steve sighed and leaned back in his bulky leather chair, causing it to squeak under the strain of his massive muscular body. For once, Steve looked to be contemplating something and being careful how to phrase his words before explaining, “I’ve actually been thinking about you two and distracting myself with work”.
You could feel Bucky adjusting his position as he frowned, “What about us, Stevie?” His tone was calm, but you became more aware, fingers pausing with their idle distractions as your attention fixed completely on Steve.
“I’ve bought you both a present”, Steve simply explained, offering no further description and leaving you both with more questions than answers.
“Are you going to tell us, or will we forever remain in suspense?” Bucky drawled tiredly, his hand beginning to stroke a swirling pattern against your ticklish thigh.
You yawned from the comforting touch, leaning further into Bucky again, eyes feeling increasingly heavier with each passing second as you struggled to stay awake.
Steve’s ocean-blue eyes flicked between his two lovers as he continued to be careful with his wording. “I’m not being upfront about the gift because I’m unsure if you’d be into it. Wait, let me rephrase that, Bucky, I know you’d be into it, and I sure as hell would be, but little miss Sleepy head over there is the one I’m not sure about”.
Your posture straightened as you pushed off Bucky’s chest to give Steve a toothy grin, “I’d be up for whatever you have bought us!” you say happily, being a people pleaser and automatically agreeing to it.
Steve smiled, knowing you’d already give this sort of response. “You don’t even know what it is yet, baby”, he laughs under his breath before reaching next to his chair and lifting the gift onto the desk.
A confused frown settled on your expression as you visually inspected the boxed gift. “You want to fuck me with a dildo? But you’ve both done that in the past anyway-” Steve’s shake of his head stopped your words.
The man then looked away from you towards Bucky and asked, “Do you remember the first time Bucky touched you? I want to do something similar, but I want you to touch Bucky while I tell you what to do. How does that sound?” His eyes flicked back to you, waiting for your answer.
“Good. It sounds good.” Your words came out with a rushed, warmed breath as your body heated from head to toe; all lingering exhaustion suddenly disappeared. You thought more on it; you were always the submissive one in the relationship, so at least Steve was still technically in charge of the fucking, but the thought of Bucky lying down with you pleasuring him in such an intimate and dominant way, him allowing you to fuck his body, would he even want that? Sitting in Bucky’s embrace, you turned your full attention to him. “How do you feel about it?”
The handsome smirk already displayed across his face was answer enough, but then he readjusted in his seat so that his half-hardening cock brushed against your lap. Bucky leaned his face closer to yours, confidently stating, “I’d want anything you’re willing to give me, mama”.
And this was how Steve’s latest idea had you standing in your bathroom at 3:30 am, completely naked and stepping into a harness as Steve crouched down to help you into it, tightening the straps until comfortable. You were surprised just how cosy it was as the straps wrapped around your hips and between your legs, resting over your cunt without irritation.
Looking down, you couldn’t help but giggle at seeing the dildo pointing out from between your legs. It was thick, probably the same thickness as Steve, which you had a secret suspicion was on purpose; it even had veins along the shafts and balls beneath. Almost on instinct, you gripped it, running your hand up and down just to feel what it was like, but then the searing gaze of Steve’s caught your eye as his hands rested on your thighs.
“Why does that turn me on so much?” Steve mumbled as he stood, dipping to kiss the pulse point on your neck. You lean into the touch, especially as his hands grasp your waist and pull you closer to his naked body, his cock already hard and flush against your abdomen. “I’m half tempted to just ask you to use it on me”, Steve suggested, leaning back to look down at your body to stare at the toy that rested against his thigh.
Before you could ponder over his words, he gently directed you back towards the bedroom where Bucky was naked and lying in the middle of the giant bed, his metal arm casually under his head as he waited for you both to return.
Bucky’s cock was already hard with anticipation and resting against his abdomen, red and visibly pulsing with desire. His eyes darted from your fake cock to Steve’s real one, a smile brightening his handsome face as he sat up on his elbows, announcing, “I can’t fucking wait for this”.
The warmth behind your back disappeared as Steve dragged a cushioned chair to the side of the bed, extending his arm towards Bucky to encourage you to approach your boyfriend. Bucky licked his lips, sitting up fully to help you climb onto the bed and straddle his lap, hands resting on his shoulders and the dildo awkwardly hitting Bucky’s chest as you hadn’t been careful where it was positioned.
You giggled, flustered, hiding your face behind your hair to avoid ruining the moment, but Bucky tilted your chin up so your eyes met his bright blue orbs. “Don’t hide that pretty face from me, Doll”.
The tension that you hadn’t realised was thick in your shoulders loosened as you relaxed further into his touch, fingers caressing his cheeks and gliding over his stubble as his cold and warm hand smoothed over your hips, pulling you closer over his thighs as your dildo brushed his cock. The two of you simultaneously turned towards Steve, waiting for instructions. Still, all he was doing was looking happily and lovingly at you both before he decided, “Kiss each other, make sure you tease him real good, Baby”.
You looked from one man to another and didn’t waste another second before pulling Bucky in for a heated kiss. Lips slid and massaged against each other as he tilted his head first, deepening and thrusting his tongue into your mouth to taste you, moaning as he did so. It was an automatic response to roll your hips and then brush your breasts against his chest, your nipples pebbling at the contact.
Then there were your fingers; you didn’t know where to touch him first because you wanted to touch him everywhere. But you remained on his face for a moment, over his cheek, his jaw, pulling him closer and holding him there before moving to other areas. Your nails scratched over his shoulders, careful not to irate the joining between his flesh and metal arm before running your fingers down each of his muscled arms, enjoying the contrast of the metal components and then the warmth from his muscles on the other arm.
You were loving every hitch of his breath against your mouth, the throb of his cock that brushed against your thigh, but then, Bucky was doing his own teasing. His large hands cupped your arse, massaging the cheeks and pulling you closer until there wasn’t a gap between your fronts. Both of you were grinding against each other, releasing sweet little moans to show how much you were adoring the other.
In fact, the two of you were getting so into it that the whole notion of the strap-on was a distant memory until Steve’s voice interrupted as he instructed, “Bucky, why don’t you touch her cock”.
You couldn’t feel anything at first because it was a sex toy, but then the harness straps tightened around your hips and between your legs, as Bucky's metal hand moved up and down your thick shaft. You broke the kiss, desperate to see the sight as you looked down between your bodies as he even brushed his thumb over the tip as if he was spreading the precum over the dildo. You were mesmerised, moving your hips in a way that the cock brushed into his circled fist.
Bucky was breathing heavily as he moved his lips to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses and then scraping his sharp, straight teeth against your pulse point, making your moans deepen in pitch, more wetness forming between your legs and soaking the harness strap.
It was a new form of erotism to see Bucky jerking off your fake cock, as if it was a real one; even though you had seen him doing the same movements to Steve, it still made you feel hot under the skin. Especially when you could see how much he was being turned on by it all, his precum coating your thigh from where you were grinding against his shaft.
Steve was leaning forward in the chair, his hands clasped together as he rested them on his knees, his eyes moving up and down your bodies as he tried to not touch his cock for as long as possible, playing his own erotic game. “Think he needs some stretching now; why don’t you lie Bucky back and work your magic. Remember, don’t listen to his whining; just listen to me, Baby Girl”, Steve continued to instruct.
You pushed lightly against Bucky’s shoulders, and he lay back against the soft sheets; you took a moment to take in the beauty of his swollen lips, glazed-over bright eyes and his chest broad and decorated with red lines from where you’d been scratching him.
Trying to maintain confidence, you smiled seductively down at him before beginning a taunting crawl backwards down his body, not keeping your eyes off of his as you stroked the tip of your cock along his lean muscles as you moved.
Settling between his heavy thighs, you didn’t start immediately stretching him, instead continuing to arouse him further by starting with your tongue licking up the entire length of his cock, feeling the soft yet hard member as it throbbed. Bucky gasped, looking down his body to you on your knees, sucking him off, starting slow, tasting the salty clear juices bubbling at the tip before letting the tip rest heavily against your tongue. You sucked him gently at first, the mushroom head of his cock sensitive from the gasps and groans coming from the man beneath you. Further, you took him into your mouth until he tickled the back of your throat.
Only you didn’t stop there as you pulled off the tip with an audible pop before delving south, sucking his balls into your mouth, a move that you knew drove him insane, and you were greeted by his hips thrusting into the air, his cock throbbing, begging to be touched again.
“You’re doing so well teasing him, Sweetheart”, Steve suddenly mumbled from beside you, still on the chair but finally giving in to his internal game as he was stroking his own cock slowly, his hand squeezing and tugging on the end and then down the length.
Seeing the glorious sight beside you of Steve masturbating and Bucky led out in front of you, the ache between your legs was now becoming nearly painful. You were absent-mindedly rutting your hips onto the mattress, letting the strap of the black harness push against your cunt, trying to relieve some of the need.
Reaching over Bucky’s hairy thighs, you fumbled around on the bed from where you’d caught sight of the bottle of lube hidden within the sheets. Finally, you found it and quickly squirted some on your index finger.
Bucky heard the cap of the lube opening and immediately opened his legs to give you a little more room and better access to your finger's intended goal. Releasing your mouth’s grip on his balls, you licked his inner thighs, teasing him further before stroking the lube around his asshole, ensuring it was thoroughly covered before applying some pressure.
Quickly you could breach through the ringed muscle, and simultaneously, you sucked his length back into your mouth. You worked your digit in and out for a minute before adding another finger, angling and curling them until you massaged his prostate.
“Fuck, that feels so good, Doll, don’t fucking stop; you’re doing so well”, Bucky praised, which pulled a smile to your lips as you were still sucking him off. You moan to add more stimulation before adding a third finger. Bucky almost whimpered at the intrusion, more precum leaking onto your tongue as he begged, “More, I want more”.
Steve’s chair creaked as he leaned forward again, and his voice drew your attention to him as he demanded, “Remember, don’t listen to him. Just listen to me”. So this is what you did, as you didn’t rush to do anything further to Bucky, making sure his hole relaxed around your fingers. Bucky sometimes liked to rush moments like this to get to the main event, not caring about the burn from the stretch or any discomfort as he only needed and wanted to be fucked so Steve usually had to be firm with him to make sure he was thoroughly prepped before continuing any further.
You were thankful for Steve’s directions, even though you did all the movements. It was nice that Steve could still tell you when and how to touch Bucky, and now you had a slight inclining as to how Bucky felt all that time ago when he’d first touched you with Steve’s instructions.
“Add another finger”, Steve encouraged, his hand returning to his own cock, never taking his eyes off of every little gasp that Bucky whimpered. Your fourth finger inserted into Bucky as your mouth continued to tease and tempt Bucky closer to the orgasm that you knew he was dangerously close to. You were shocked to have so many fingers into his hole, having never usually been the one to stretch him out, but then you remembered just how big Steve’s fingers were, and he usually prepped Bucky with more force than your dainty fingers were doing.
The mafia leader finally stands up from his perched position, but only so that he can sit next to Bucky’s head, his hard soothing over the man's throat and forcing him to look up at him. “How does she feel?”
“So fucking good”, Bucky groaned as he began to rock his hips to push your fingers deeper. “But”, he continued, “if she keeps sucking me off like that, I’m going to cum before we even get started”.
You pull off with a sheepish smile, looking between your two boyfriends, but you keep your fingers inside. Steve smirked at you briefly before dipping his face to kiss Bucky, holding his hand around his throat and forcing his tongue into the other's mouth. You watched, all hot breaths and swapping saliva, battling for dominance that both wanted and neither would be willing to succumb to. Only as you removed your fingers from Bucky did the man force his head away from Steve to look down at you.
“Please, fuck me already, hot mama”.
You looked towards Steve, waiting for him to tell you to do as Bucky wished verbally but instead, he moved off the bed and came up behind you, kneeling on the bed. Without a word, he helped you to your knees, pushing back Bucky’s legs even further so that you had better access to move forward. With further lube coating the dildo between your legs, Steve pointed the toy towards Bucky’s prepped and begging hole.
Gently, Steve nudged you forward, slowly and watching Bucky’s expressions over your shoulders as inch after inch of your cock stretched the man’s asshole. You were in awe at seeing Bucky’s reaction, the way his fists gripped the sheets beside him, his cock dribbled with his juices and was red and aching against his abdomen. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his mouth gaped open so that all his gasps were unfiltered.
The man behind you moved his hands to your hips, where they rested warm and heavy against your skin, pushing you further and further until your hips were flush against Bucky and the length of the blue dildo was penetrated within him.
It took a couple of thrusts to know how you were supposed to move, finding the right rhyme that felt good for you and Bucky, who was an absolute mess beneath you. You started slow and shallow, knowing that the dildo was moving deep and stretching areas your fingers couldn’t reach.
You were also distracted by Steve, who had begun to kiss along your bare shoulder, up the length of your sensitive neck and to the shell of your ear, where he nibbled on the lobe. “Do you like seeing Bucky like this beneath you? Do you see why we both love being dominant? There’s nothing better than seeing your lover sprawled beneath you, responding so well to your touches, until they're sobbing with need, their thoughts only of you and nothing else. I love it so much, making you feel good and seeing you make Bucky feel good”.
You’d begun thrusting harder, driven by Steve’s words and moaning yourself at his explanation. But then you’re halting as Steve starts to move your thighs apart so that he can slip his fingers from your hips, over your mouth and between your legs, pressing on the harness directly over your clit.
“Let me just move these out of the way. I bet you’re dripping, aren’t you, baby?” Steve mumbled against your neck as he moved the straps to the side to caress his fingers through your drenched folds. He chuckled as he confirmed his suspicions, “Always so wet for us; you’re just such a good girl. I think it’s about time to treat our good girl; what do you think, Buck?”
“If you don’t fuck her, I will”, Bucky decided as his hands released their grip on the sheets to begin fondling your tits, twisting and flicking on your nipples and making your hips snap forward harshly.
Steve shifted once again behind you, and before you could even moan his name, his cock slid between your legs and pushed into your soaked, aching pussy. Your hands reached out to grab onto anything and ended up grasping Bucky’s wrists, your eyes shutting and hips pausing as you thrived at the stretching from the Blonde’s cock.
Bucky readjusted his hands so that both of your fingers were linked together, holding you up as you took a moment to get used to the size of Steve as he kissed along your neck to help soothe you. “Feeling good, Sweetheart?” Steve asked, smugness evident in his tone.
“So-... So good”, you stuttered over your words as you tried to accommodate his length, groaning as he finally bottomed out and his tip pushed into your cervix.
“Now the real fun begins”, Steve grunted as he pulled out and pushed back in, causing your hips to snap forward and fuck into Bucky. The two of you gasped at the movement, and then you truly realised Steve’s plan. In this position, as Steve fucked into you, it caused you to thrust into Bucky so effectively; Steve was fucking both of you at the same time, which was probably why he had found a dildo that was similar in size to his own cock.
“Holy shit!” Bucky groaned, his back arching as his hands gripped tightly around yours as Steve began to move faster, the wet sounds echoing around the bedroom as the morning sun began to seep through the gap in the curtains.
Steve rested one hand against your hip, and the other reached around your body to grab your hand, pulling it out of Bucky’s grasp but only so that he could move it down to the man’s cock, wrapping your fingers around his shaft and then covering your hand in his. Matching his thrust, Steve used your hand to jerk off Bucky, and this only made your walls tighten around Steve at seeing the man beneath you crying out.
You knew Bucky was trying not to cum, Steve knew Bucky was trying not to cum, and Bucky was desperately in his own world of attempting to prolong the pleasure. He never wanted it to end. Even as his shaft hardened and his moans became more urgent, he still tried to will his body to not orgasm.
However, this all went out of the window as you had the sudden confidence to say, “I want you to cum for us, Bucky; I know you want to”.
It was almost instantaneous. Bucky’s eyes shut as his back arched further, his hands falling back to his side as long streaks of hot cum lathered up his chest as he came hard, his hips thrusting around your dildo and his cock into your hand.
Steve grunted over your shoulder, his movements quickening as he reached his peak, but he, like Bucky, tried to hold it back. Releasing the grip on Bucky’s spent cock, he reached between your thighs and stroked against your clit, pressing harshly and snapping his hips into yours.
It was like a burst of warmth and tingles spread from your abdomen, over your pussy and down your thighs as you came, slumping forward against Bucky’s chest as you lost any energy you had. Your pussy spasmed around Steve and he heaved a finally harsh thrust into you before he was pouring his seed into your hole, seeping out of the edges and pooling onto the sheets below.
The three of you tried to catch your breaths, not rushing to move as you each kissed random body parts lovingly, not quite having the energy to express how much you loved each other, but the touches conveyed the message thoroughly enough.
Steve was the first to move, kissing between your shoulder blades once before pulling out and then carefully beginning to help you ease out of Bucky, who gasped at the loss of the dildo. Next, Steve helped you stand on wobbly knees, only briefly so that he could clean between your legs with a warm washcloth and remove the harness from your body.
You then turned to Bucky and helped to clean all the cum and lube off of his body and then collapsed onto his chest, cuddling close as his arms wrapped around your shoulders as he kissed the top of your head. Steve did the same on Bucky’s other side, kissing your head and then Bucky wrapping his big arms around the man's abdomen and laying his hand over yours. No further words needed to be said; Steve finally found the calm that came from being with you and Bucky, the ideas and thoughts quietening in his mind as he found the peace he’d been craving all night.
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TOL - I’m your daddy now (2) - Lloyd Hansen
Summary: You reached the end of the rope.
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader
Warnings: plus-sized reader, needy Lloyd, Lloyd being Lloyd, trouble, mentions of cheating (her ex), groping, breeding kink, smut, unprotected sex, implied oral (fem rec), sex on a table, doggy style, daddy Lloyd (not the kinky kind of daddy), Lloyd mentions anal sex (implied)
A/N: This is part of my Traders of love (lust) masterlist series. It’s the prequel to TOL - Like a virgin (Bucky Barnes) and tells the story about Lloyd and his assistant sunshine. It will lead toward Ari’s story. We will see their relationship throughout all other stories.
TOL - I’m your daddy now (1)
“Hands off, Mr. Hansen!” You slap Lloyd’s hand away. He tried to grab a handful of your ass, but you won’t have it. “Your filing system is a joke, and I don’t have time to deal with your libido while sorting all the files your former assistant hid under her desk.”
“Take the rest of the day off,” he stands behind you to press his firm body against yours. “I know your boss won’t mind. He pays you to look pretty and keep him happy.”
“I took the job for the money, not a limp dick. I already had a limp dick. He’s the reason I’m here. He wanted to push his useless dick into some new snatch. So, keep it in your pants. I don’t need dick. Thanks, but no thanks.”
“Oh sunshine,” Lloyd brushes his hand over your ass,” don’t you want to feel the healing power of my cock fucking you six ways from Sunday? Only Lloyd Hansen can fuck you so good you forget all of your problems.”
“If that was true, I’d gladly ride your dick every time of the day,” you turn around to push against Lloyd’s shoulder. Since the day you walked into his office two months ago, he tried to get into your pants. – Or rather between your legs.
“Sunshine, be careful what you are wishing for,” Lloyd leans closer. “Tell me the problem that needs solving, and it’s gone. After I solved all of your problems, I want you to fulfill your promise and let me get my hands on that juicy ass and inside your sweet cunt.”
“My car broke down. My husband ran off with some skank and stole my money. I’m struggling to keep the roof over my baby boy’s head. And my son will grow up without a dad,” you huff and glare at Lloyd. “I don’t think you’ll be able to solve any of my problems.”
“Hmmm…” He nods and turns around to grab a piece of paper and a pen. “Car, deadbeat ex, money, house, daddy,” Lloyd notes. “Give me a month, cupcake and you’ll see all of your problems will vanish.”
“Sure-“ you grunt and shove against his chest when he tries to kiss you. “I got work to do, Sir. We have an appointment with your next victim in not two hours.”
“Victim? The ladies get money and grand-prime dicks they can choose. I force no one to fuck one of our clients. They come here to make money and get their pussies pounded like never before.”
“Just tell this to yourself,” you stick your tongue out. “Now, chop-chop. Get to work. We don’t have all day. I need to pick my baby boy up after work.”
“I’d like to work that body of yours,” he grins but turns around to walk into his office. “I hope you know that you got me rock-hard again, sunshine. The moment I solved all of your problems; I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”
“Empty promises won’t make me wet,” you call after Lloyd. “If not for the money, I’d quit. And just you know, I hate that mustache!”
“You love it here, and working for me,” he grunts. “Just you know, if you ever get to ride my mustache, you’ll scream my name!”
“What the…?” You look at the keys of your cars in your hands and then at the parking lot. “That’s not my car!”
“Ah, there you are cupcake,” Lloyd purrs while you look around the parking lot to find your car. “Do you like your brand-new car?” He wraps one arm around your shoulders and pecks your cheek. “It’s a BMW X7, safe for kids and the ladies love it.”
“I don’t understand,” you lick your lips. “That’s not my car.”
“One problem solved, four more to go,” he kisses your cheek again, lips lingering a little longer. “Go ahead and pick your baby boy up. I bet he’ll love it too.”
Lloyd drops the keys to the car in your hands. “I—I can’t… where is my car?” You look at the keys in your hands.
“I got all your shit from your car and got rid of it. The papers are in the car. It’s yours, sunshine,” he grins. “I got work to do.”
You don’t get to protest. Lloyd walks away, whistling as you stand in front of the new car.
“You can’t just…what?”
“I don’t understand,” you rub your tired eyes. “I had fifteen bucks in my bank account. Now it says I got two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in my bank account. This can’t be right!”
“Miss, I checked your account thrice. It was there for almost five years,” she snaps at you. “It’s not my problem you have bad eyes.”
You blanch at her words. “If you say so,” you’re too tired and shocked to argue. You grab your things and walk out of the bank. This can’t be true. Your balance has been negative since your husband left you.
“Morning sunshine,” Lloyd greets you with a smack on your ass. “So, did you buy something nice?”
“What?” You glance at the paper bag filled with his breakfast and the coffee you got him on your way to work. “It’s your breakfast and the monstrosity you call your coffee.”
“Baby cakes, I didn’t get all of your money back and gave you a bonus for your hard work only for you to not buy you shiny things.”
“What? I—” You try to swallow the lump in your throat. “That was you?”
“I told you,” He grabs the bag with food and coffee to place it on your desk. “That I’ll solve all of your problems.” You end up in his arms, his face buried in your neck to nuzzle you. “I can’t wait to pound that pretty pussy. I bet you are hiding a hungry beast between those thighs.”
“Lloyd! Mr. Hansen!” You try to push Lloyd off of you when someone enters the building. “We have company.”
“Let them watch,” he purrs and nuzzles you again. “Did you ever take it up your ass, sunshine? I bet you didn’t.”
“Lloyd, a word,” a tall man with a thick beard, and dirty-blonde, shaggy hair steps toward you and Lloyd. He rolls his eyes as your boss shamelessly gropes your ass. “Lloyd! We need to talk. I need your help with something.”
“Not the ballerina girl again,” Lloyd sighs against you. “Ari, I told you to forget about her. She’s not one of my girls.”
You push against Lloyd’s shoulders to make him budge. “How can we help you, Sir?” You ask. The man doesn’t look like he has the patience to wait or to put up with Lloyd’s antics.
“Levinson, follow me to my office,” Lloyd finally turns his attention toward the impatient man. “I’ll see what I can do to get you laid.”
“I don’t want to get laid,” Levinson grunts. “I want her to be mine. She’s perfect for me. I just know it.”
“Perfect,” Lloyd hums. “Did you already get a taste of her cunt? I bet you didn’t and that’s why your aching dick tells you to marry her.”
You shake your head and try to focus on work, not the fact that Lloyd’s profession revolves around getting guys laid.
“You’ve got to be shitting me!” You growl into your phone. “You have the nerve to call me to ask for forgiveness? How about you ask your son for forgiveness? No, forget it!” You snarl. “If you dare to get close to my baby boy, I’ll cut your limp dick off!”
You throw your phone against the wall, watching it shatter to the ground. Your chest heaves up and down and you’re close to attacking anyone coming to your path.
“Cupcake! What happened?” Lloyd pokes his head out of his office, aware that you are not in the mood to get messed with.
“He dared to call me to apologize!”
“Who?” he asks, already knowing the answer.
“My ex-husband,” you grunt. “He told me that he transferred the rest of the money he stole from our accounts back and that he’ll sign the divorce papers.”
“That’s good, right?” He slowly steps out of his office, keeping an eye on you. “That’s what you wanted. To get your money back and his dead weight off of your back.”
“WAIT!” You round your desk to stalk toward Lloyd. “That was you!!!”
“Guilty,” Lloyd grins. “Problem number three is solved. And I roughed him up a little for you.” He shrugs. “I’m getting closer to the honey pot.”
Your mouth falls open. You don’t have a comeback this time.
“Don’t tempt me to shove something more than my tongue into your mouth. You better close it or you’ll be choking on my dick, sunshine.”
“You can’t just…” You throw your hands up when Lloyd turns around to walk back inside his office.
“I can and did, cupcake. Now get back to work. I’d hate to let you work overtime,” he grins and closes the door. “Only if it includes you impaled on my dick.”
“He…and then…” You can’t believe Lloyd roughed your douchebag of an ex up for you.
Why would he put so much effort into seducing you?
He’s a good-looking man if you ignore his personality and his annoying stache. Lloyd could have any woman, but he wants you – his chubby assistant with a kid and more problems than you can count.
Something must be wrong with him…
“Lloyd? What are you doing here?” You stare at your boss standing in front of your door. “My son is here! I can’t have you grope me or shit!”
“Relax, cupcake,” he grins. “I come in peace. I wanted to talk about a few things with you. My latest client needs our help, a special service.”
“Special service?”
“We must attend a dance class to help him,” Lloyd says. “Can we discuss this now or do you want to slap my ass for coming here first?” He furrows his brows. “What will it be?”
“Dance class?”
“Yup,” he nods. “How about I invite you for dinner and we can talk about joining a dance class to help him.”
“I got my son here, Lloyd.”
“Perfect,” he claps his hands. “I’m burning to get to know you mini-me. We will order food then and your kiddo can watch me do my job.”
“If you curse in front of my son, I’ll castrate you!” You point your index finger at Lloyd. “I’m warning you.”
“I’m a saint in the streets and a devil in the sheets,” he smirks. “I’ll behave. Promised.”
While you wait for the delivery service, Lloyd looks around your living room. He hums and sits next to your son on the sofa. “So, bud. How are you holding up?”
Your son looks up at Lloyd, squealing as he stares at Lloyd’s mustache. “Dadda?” Your son clumsily gets on his feet to stand up and grasp Lloyd’s face. “Dadda!”
“Hey, watch out, bud!” Lloyd grasps for your son before he can drop off the sofa. “Phew, you’re a handful, just like your mommy, huh? Let me get a good look at you.” Your boss smirks. “Look at you, you little shit. You’ve got your mommy’s eyes and damn me; you’d look good with a mustache.”
“What are you doing?” You gape at the scene. Lloyd is lifting your son to play airplane while your son squeals and babbles.
“Daddy!” Your son blubbers, making your heart ache. “DADDY!”
“Yeah, bud,” Lloyd looks you straight in the eyes, grinning. “I’m your daddy now. That deadbeat piece of … “ He clears his throat and reconsiders his choice of words, “crap can get fucked!”
“Lloyd!”
“Sorry, I meant he can ride into the sunset, and I hope a truck runs him over,” he grins and lifts your son up and down. “You are a cute little shit. No one will know you’re not mine. I’ll just make you mine.”
“What are you up to?” You try to fathom what’s going on, but the doorbell rings and you must get the food you ordered.
“One spoon for daddy,” Lloyd smirks watching your son shovel the food he ordered for him into his mouth. The peas and some of the meat end up on the table, but Lloyd doesn’t care. “And another one for mommy.”
“This isn’t funny, Lloyd,” you snarl. “If you fuck with me, fine. But keep my kid out of this.”
“Cupcake, no swear words in front of the kid,” Lloyd tuts. “I’m not playing games here. I want you, and you come with a cute little package. So, I’ll claim him as mine too.”
He turns his attention back toward your son. Lloyd grabs a napkin and wipes your son’s mouth. “We will teach you how to eat without dropping everything on the ground. Soon you will steal all the ladies’ hearts, bud.”
You shake your head and huff. This must all be a game to Lloyd.
There is no way he is interested in playing daddy for your son…
“Another problem solved,” Lloyd lazily leans back on your sofa and groans. “Damn, that food was great. I’m full.” He pats his perfectly defined abs. “I’ll raise your cute little shit and he’s got a daddy staying for longer than it takes to fill your cunt up.”
“Is all a joke to you?” You throw your hands up. “I get that you like to toy with me, but bringing my son into this shit is a new low.” You kneel on the sofa and bend over. “If you want to fuck me, do it now and leave my son alone. Come on, get it inside.”
“Y/N,” he gets off the couch to grope your ass. “I’d love to stick my dick into this perfect cunt, but I’m into this for the long haul.” He slaps your ass. “Stop being all mopey. I told you I like the little shit. He’s my son, and you are my dirty little slut. But you can call yourself my fiancé from now on.”
“Your—what?” you look over your shoulder. “Lloyd, my son cannot watch another father leave his life. You’ll break his little heart. Don’t do this.”
“I told you,” He huffs, “I’m here to stay. The boy is mine, just like his needy mommy.” His eyes drop to your ass, and he licks his lips. “All the dirty things I’m going to do to you. Like spoiling you like the perfect slut you are for me.”
“You’re so…”
“I know…” He grins and moves his hands to your ass. “Now, where can Daddy sleep? He wants to make breakfast for his little shit in the morning.”
“You can stay in my bedroom,” you lick your lips. “But only if you stop calling my son little shit.”
“We can rename him and call him Lloyd Jr. from now on,” Lloyd chuckles at your pissed expression. “You know, that’s actually a great idea.”
“His name is Y/S/N!”
“Debatable…”
Shit, you are in trouble. No – in deep shit. Lloyd easily made you melt in his arms when he told you he wanted to raise your son with you.
Now your boss has you bend over your dining table, ready to claim your cunt with his cock too.
“Hmm…dessert was nice,” he purrs in your ear, wet mustache tickling your ear shell. “I never ate a sweeter cupcake, Y/N. Now you’ll get the best dick of your life. This is the last dick you’ll ever get, sunshine.”
“Nghh…” You try to give him a snarky comment, but he stuffed your soaked panties into your mouth when he pushed you onto the table to eat your pussy like a man starving.
“Do you feel this,” he holds you down with one hand while he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. “What would your husband say if he found us here, fucking like rabbits?”
You don’t have an answer for him.
“He’d love watching me destroy this snatch,” Lloyd slams home with one hard thrust. He moans loudly and shudders feeling your walls open up to him. “Fuck, that cunt was worth the wait—” He groans into your neck.
You whine at your own weakness.
He’s an infuriating man, doing nice things for you and your son and you let him not only crawl between your legs to eat your cunt, no – you let him mount you like an animal at your home too. “That snatch is gripping me so tight that it almost hurts.”
Lloyd nuzzles his face in your neck, and purrs. “But it hurts so damn good, doesn’t it?” You whine again, smothered by his body pressed against yours, and your own neediness.
He slowly rocks his hips, forcing you to feel every drag of his thick cock against your walls. Your legs quiver. Lloyd is not your passionless husband, nor the vanilla guys you fucked before him.
The man rocking into you came to conquer and he won’t do it halfhearted. “I can feel your pretty pussy cling to my cock. She’s as desperate for me as you are. But don’t worry. I’m going to take good care of her.”
Lloyd is having a blast destroying all of your defenses. He dismantled your defense and now, you lie on your table in your dining room and get railed by the man with the mustache.
“Nggh,” you groan against the makeshift gag. Lloyd picked up the pace and you end up bumping your hip against the table.
“Fuck, yes,” he curses loudly. “Never took you for someone wanting me to fuck you on your dining table.” He stills his hips to nip at your neck. “Do you want me to cum inside of you, and give you another little bundle of joy?”
You shake your head, but your cunt flutters around his thick length. If he wants to fulfill his dirty fantasies about breeding you, so be it.
You push back on him, taking Lloyd by surprise.
He eagerly grips your hips to move his hips in sync with you. Flesh claps against flesh, and he groans loudly as you don’t just take it.
“Fuck,” he curses and grunts while you start to go faster. “Shit, yes…”
A little too fast for his liking you clench around his twitching cock. He groans and stills his hips. Lloyd can’t move or think. This is the most intense orgasm he felt in a long time, or like ever.
“Fuck, take every droplet, sunshine.” You close your eyes and shudder feeling his seed coat your walls. “I hope I put a little Lloyd in you.”
“Goodnight, bud,” Lloyd covers your son with the blanket. “You need to sleep now, okay. Your mommy is very tired.” He grins when you enter the room to take care of your son. “Shhh…I wore her out. She’s so out of it, that I need to take care of you.”
“Daddy?” Your son grabs Lloyd’s hand, holding it tightly.
“Don’t worry, little shit,” Lloyd looks down at your son, a smug grin on his lips. “I’ll be there in the morning to make you breakfast. And in nine months, you are going to have a brother or sister.”
“Lloyd, not again,” you swat his hands away when he tries to spoon you. “I’m tired and sore.”
“Relax, I’m satisfied for tonight. Three rounds are enough for our first time,” he plays the big spoon and wraps his arms tightly around your body. “Little Lloyd is asleep, and my cock too.”
You roll your eyes. “You didn’t keep your promise. I’ll still lose the house because my bank is a bitch.”
“Oh, about that,” he nuzzles his face in your neck. “You and little Lloyd will move in with me. I have already arranged everything. Tomorrow the moving team will come around and grab all of your shit.”
“What? No. Lloyd,” you sigh deeply. “Y/S/N needs a nursery and a garden. We can’t just move out of our home only because you are crazy.”
“I’m not crazy cupcake,” he nips at your earlobe. “I claimed you and little shit as mine. This pretty mommy is all mine now, and your son will wear my name too. He’s going to have a better father than I ever had. Soon he will forget about his sperm donator and call only me his dad.”
“If you hurt my son, and don’t keep your promises, I’ll castrate you…”
Part 3
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hi since you have opened up for female characters would you be interested in writing something for Wanda with girlfriend reader? maybe they are trying new things and wanda realises her girl has a small crush on Bucky and arranges something? 👀
or if this is too much then something with just Wanda and reader please. only if you feel like it thanks
hello! I apologise for taking so long, and I hope you like what I wrote!
summary - your girlfriend notices that you have a crush on a certain super-solider, so she decides to do something special for you.
warning - smut, bi stuff, sharing kink, cuckolding, voyeurism, swearing, oral sex, fingering, magic use, squirting.
18+ only please, the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips
Wanda had watched you blush whenever Bucky would enter the room or talk to you, noticing how you had gained a tiny crush on the troubled super-solider. She thought she’d be jealous, but instead, she had a brilliant idea, wanting to treat her little girl to something sweet. She smiles when she enters your shared room, spotting you sitting against the headboard, Bucky waiting patiently outside. “Hey, honey. I want to do something kinky tonight. Are you up for it?”
Your eyes widen, swallowing as you nod. “Y–yeah… What did you have in mind?” You watch her eyes glow a bright red for a split second before Bucky enters, and you choke on your saliva. “Wands… Why is Bucky here?” You clench your legs together, feeling your core pulse and leak at the thought of what will happen.
Wanda walks over, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I know you have a crush on him, honey. So, I thought, why not let you have a taste of him.” She leans closer, looking you in your eyes. “You want that, honey? Do you want to get a taste of Bucky? Want him to fuck your cute little pussy?”
You whimper, squirming in your spot. Your eyes flicker between the two, staring into the darkness of Bucky’s eyes. “Please…” You beg, biting on your bottom lip.
Wanda smirks, “My needy little baby.” Her hands slide down your body, grazing your soft breasts and landing between your legs, cupping your sopping cunt. Wanda gently rubs your swollen clit over your drenched knickers, smiling sweetly at the sounds that escape past your lips. Bucky groans, adjusting himself, eyes locked between your legs. “I’m going to sit back and watch him take you apart, honey. Let you have a free pass on getting fucked by a man. Do you want that?”
You whine, squeezing your eyes shut and nodding your head. “Yes, yes, please!” Your back arches as she continues to rub you. “Nooo!” You whine when she stops touching you, moving to the chair in the corner of the room, wanting to watch. Bucky takes the nod Wanda gives him as a sign to go, and you moan when you feel something cold touching you. Your head moves to the side, mouth hanging open as Bucky rubs you through your knickers before pulling them to the side and rolling your pretty little clit between his fingers. “Oh…”
“That’s right, doll. Feels good, doesn’t it?” You nod, moving your body closer to the large man, your head fuzzy as a fantasy of yours has finally come true. Bucky groans, watching your juices leak onto his fingers, covering him. “Your girlfriend is so good, doll. Letting you get touched by me, you should be thanking her.” He moves down to your hole, poking and prodding until he slowly pushes a finger inside, followed by another.
You grip the seats and clutch onto his arm, and breathless moans leave your lips. “F–fuck, thank you! Thank you so much, baby!” You clench and unclench around him. You feel yourself getting close, right on the edge, until the core inside of you snaps. Your back arches, and you whine. Your juices squirt out of you as Bucky curls his fingers. “Oh, god!”
Wanda sits back, feeling herself throb as she watches you get pleasured by somebody else. “He’s not done, honey.” Her eyes move to Bucky’s. “Fuck her, and don’t hold back. She’s a whore and doesn’t deserve anything gentle.” She crosses her legs and rests against the chair, hooded eyes staring directly into your dazed ones.
Bucky shrugs, looking down at you. “Well, you heard her. I have to fuck you like a whore.” He pulls his shirt over his head, and your eyes widen, whimpering as they slowly move down his body, watching as he unbuckles his belt and slides his jeans down. You let out a choked gasp as your eyes landed on his bulge. It wasn’t like his size was a mystery, as his pants always showed he was packing, but the fact that he was standing in front of you, hard and ready to fuck you made you whimper. “Aww, doll. Don’t worry. I’ll make it fit.” He smirks, climbing on top of you and spreading your legs.
Your mouth falls open into a silent scream as Bucky pushes his thick member into your tight cunt, grunting as you squeeze him. “Jesus, fuck, doll! You’re so fucking tight!” Your legs wrap around him, pulling him deeper into you.
“Bucky… Please, move!” You moan, trying to fuck yourself onto him. Bucky pins your hands down, glaring down at you as he begins to pound into you, fucking you fast and hard, splitting you open from the inside. “Oh, god! Feels so good!” Your eyes connect with Wanda’s, and you whimper as she smirks.
Bucky snarls, gripping your chin and making you look at him. “I’m fucking you, not her. You look at me, understood?” You nod, moaning, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pounds into your sweet spot. His pubic hair rubs against your clit, causing tingles to shoot through your body, and your toes curl. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight, cum for me, you fucking whore.” He lifts your hips, stuffing a pillow underneath as Bucky goes feral, slamming into you harder and harder, grunting as your walls tighten around him and your juices squirt out of you. “Shit! Can I cum in her?” He looks over to Wanda, not slowing down.
“No, cum in her mouth. She wants a taste.” Bucky groans, and you whine when he slides out of you and drags your body down the bed before stuffing your mouth full of him, thrusting in and out, his heavy sacks hitting your chin. “Like that, do you like that, honey?”
You moan around Bucky, trying to nod as your hands grasp his thighs. You gag and choke as he thrusts deep into your mouth, a bulge appearing. Bucky grips your hair, his hips stuttering and his balls tightening. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Your mouth is so fucking good, doll!” He grunts, burying his cock deep into your throat as he releases, spurting thick amounts of cum.
You swallow, licking him clean and giving his tip a little suck. You whimper when you pull off, sagging into the bed, feeling all tingly between your legs. Bucky moves next to you, sighing as he lies down, and Wanda makes her way over. “You were such a good girl for us, honey.” She drags her finger up and down your thigh, slowly moving between your legs and slipping two fingers into you, causing you to whine. “Shh, it’s okay.” She slowly thrusts them in and out before pulling them out of you and bringing one finger to her mouth, sticking it in and sucking. “Mmm, always taste so sweet for me, honey. Have a taste, Bucky.” She leans over you and sticks her other finger in his mouth, causing him to groan.
“Fuck, taste so good, doll.” Bucky sucks your girlfriend's finger, and you moan as you watch, squirming beneath them. “Round two?” Wanda’s eyes glow a bright red, and your back arches when you feel pressure on your clit. Her magic swirls around you, and you moan, knowing you are in for one hell of a night.
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Messy
18+ Minors dni
Mommy!kinky bucky x reader
Fuck yes. All of this.
Warnings: Mommy kinky, subby Bucky, public sex (dry humping) Needy Bucky is a warning
Word count: 800
“Oh, we need these too”
You reached up for some laundry detergent, your t-shirt riding up, exposing your waist. You stood on your tippy toes, well aware of what you were doing to your needy boyfriend, avoiding all the boxes that were right in front of you to go for the one on the top shelf. Bucky swallowed thickly, his cock aching in his jeans; you had been teasing him the entire shopping trip, brushing against him and bending over right against his erection.
“You okay Buck?” You smiled, giving him a quick peck on his scruffy cheek, carding your fingers through his hair, while he whined, his pink pouty lips protruding out, chewing them from frustration. Bucky nodded, gripping onto the shopping cart; he’d managed to keep his hands to himself thus far but he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Such a good boy” You giggled, gasping when Bucky’s hands flew to your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.
“M’so fucking hard baby” Bucky whimpered, grinding his boner against your ass, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His hands were squeezing your waist, his restraint quickly deteriorating by the minute. “It hurts baby, want you to touch me”
“Mhm, touch you where baby boy” You turned around, smirking at how worked up Bucky was, letting your finger trail down, just brushing by his crotch before pulling your hand away.
“Touch me there y/n, please” His eyes squeezed shut, gripping your hips harder, you were going to be the death of him.
“We’re in public baby” You tsked, wiggling out of his hold, and walking down the aisle while Bucky trailed after you like wounded puppy. His boxers were already damp with precum and he was moments away from pulling his cock out just to give himself some relief.
“I wanna cum baby, make me cum, please”
You ignored him, letting your hips sway as you walked to a quiet area of the store, pretending you didn’t absolute love how whiny and needy your baby was. He could take a bit more teasing…
“Mommyyy”
There it is.
You giggled; pulling him into an empty aisle where you knew no one would come to, your hand grasping his boner, rubbing him right where the tip of his cock was strained against his pants.
“Aww you wanna cum baby boy?”
“Mmhm, wanna cum mama, make me cum” Bucky grabbed your hips, rutting himself against your hand, his cock already leaking.
“So naughty baby, I thought you were a good boy, we’re not even home yet” You cocked your head, biting your lip. You brought your thumb to trace over his swollen lips, you adored when he got this needy, whiny and pouting, desperate for you to touch him.
“I am you’re good boy mama, m’so hard for you, make it stop” Bucky pouted, his eyes glassy, he was your good boy, he couldn’t help how desperate you made him and you had been teasing him relentlessly.
“You’re hard for mommy, baby?” Bucky quickly shook his head, a whimper slipping from his lips when your lips brushed by his ear.
“Make yourself cum Jamie” You smirked, turning around, holding onto a shelf, letting Bucky grab your hips, his erection grinding hard against your ass. Bucky didn’t waste a second, whining and whimpering, rubbing and desperately humping you, the tip of his cock swelling and sensitive, the fabric of his boxers over stimulating him. Bucky was nearly sobbing into your shoulder, his heart racing, balls squeezed tightly against him ready to cum in his pants.
“Mama, m’gonna cum, m’gonna cum baby,- oh f-fuc- mommyyy”
“Go on baby boy, cum for mommy”
“Feels so good mama, it feels so good” Bucky whimpered, grinding onto your ass, rubbing his cock as hard as he could, endless spurts of cum pouring out of his swollen head, utterly soaking the front of his jeans. His thrusts slowed down, lightly rutting against you, his cock throbbing out the few last drops of cum. You turned around, licking your lips looking at the large dark stain that covered the front of his pants, covering his entire crotch, his arousal seeping down to his thighs.
“Look at the mess you made baby boy” You cooed, giving his soft, sensitive cock a gentle squeeze, making him cry out, holding him close to you.
“So sensitive mommy” Bucky hid his face in your neck, panting, his cock still slowly streaming dribbles of cum.
“Stay close to mommy, hm?” You let Bucky gently hold your waist from behind, his dark soaked jeans pressed against your back, covering his mess. You gave him a quick kiss before making your way to the register to pay, your sweet needy baby holding onto you close. “I’ll clean you up when we’re home baby boy”
“Yes mama”
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You’re putting the things away in the car, Bucky desperately clinging onto you so no one sees how soaked his jeans are.
Some people give him an odd look, this huge beefy man holding onto his girlfriend, completely flustered.
He’s been a good boy all day, so of course you reward him once he’s home, after all you said you’d clean him up.
His jeans are tossed aside and he’s whining and whimpering on the bed as you lick and suck his sensitive cock. He’s still soft, having utterly emptied himself, the rush of rubbing himself on you in public has left him spent.
Tears are flowing down his cheeks as you take care of him, cupping his balls while kissing his thighs, licking up every bit of his mess.
Such a good boy.
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Touching Himself
Bucky touches himself for the first time since coming back to his regular life. Then, he remembers how much he loves edging. He even calls himself a dirty little slut.
18+ ONLY. No minors. Seriously. This is filthy.
Fandom: Marvel/MCU/Bucky Barnes
This is a drabble. Just practicing some writing in between larger WIPs. There might be more coming, maybe.
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Three hours. That’s how long he’s been going at it.
By it, he means his cock.
He’s denied himself this ever since the blip. Not so much because he didn’t feel like he couldn’t do it, but because he never had the time or the privacy.
Between missions and saving the world, he rarely ever found a time where he had the energy to cum.
Some nights after his missions with Sam, he’d come him to his Brooklyn apartment, and take a nice warm shower.
He’d stare down his chest, watching as the droplets ran down his pecks, over his stomach, and over his aching dick.
It ached to be touched, stroked, milked, to be fucking ruined.
He would hold himself back. He’d drag his hand over his pelvis and sigh. He was too tired.
He had been tired for years. All he thought of for years was fight after fight. If the blood that ran down the drain, mixing with the water creating a pink haze was anything to go by.
He’d get dressed and tuck himself into his sheets.
The first time he was able to finally sleep in a proper bed, he finally did it. He felt relaxed and awake enough.
Legs stretched out, the left slightly bent in, his right hand lingered over his thigh. He tried to stay focused on the tv, the cool and inviting halo in the darling night cascading a glow over his sheets and his body. The volume was barely high. Low enough that when his fingers crawled towards his crotch, the sound of the fabric on his hand echoed in the room.
He looked down at this pants, noticing how hard he already was. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, just over his pants, and let out a long moan.
Finally.
Those were the words that hit him. During the day he would be whatever they needed him to be out there; fighter, Avenger, agent, whatever the fuck else. But here, alone, he would be a man.
But if there was one thing about Bucky that decades of warp did to him, was that he loved being a kinky little slut.
He even says it out loud as he flicks his pointer finger over and over and over and over…and over again over his dick, on that one little spot.
He didn’t even jerk himself properly that night. Just his finger flicking over that one spot, a inch off his eight inch dick, was enough to have him gasping in seconds.
“Come on, come on,” he started grunting through clenched teeth, his head shooting up at he looked down at his finger flicking his cock over his pants. His legs widened a bit more and he gasped, flicking harder, “make me cum. Make me fucking cum.” He was gasping at this point, his own hips thrusting up to meet his finger. His eyes didn’t leave his hand as he watched him doing this to himself, “that’s it,” he whines, sitting up slightly, finger faltering slightly from a cramp, but it works out perfectly because his finger moves up slightly just about a centimeter, right under his tip and against that one pulsing vein and spot, “yes!” He screams, flicking over and over and over and over and over again, “god yes.” He pants, watching as his grey sweat form a dark patch from his cum. He doesn’t stop flicking and a shudder runs through his body, “yes, yes, yes.” He repeats it, even through agonizing whimpers of over sensitivity.
Eventually he couldn’t take it anymore and his hand dropped over the damp spot on his leg.
That was the first time. Then there were the ninety others after that.
Needles to say, he was orgasm hungry. Seventy plus years did that to a man. Especially one who lived ninety percent of his days with no privacy and no time to properly date.
Weekends were usually the most convenient time for him. His favorite discovery of the new century were toys. There were so many.
He invested in three to start with and he got the hang of all three fairly quick. He experimented with himself. Different positions, different sensors, and his all time favorite activity; edging.
He loved edging so much.
There was something about the being on that peak of pleasure for minutes that made him obsessed with it. Not to mention, that he also loved dirty talking himself through it every time. And then when he’d let himself cum, it was worth it. He was his own little cock slut.
The only good thing to come out of this serum was the amount of cum that he was able to produce. It was enough to fill a cup to its peak. On night where he’d edge maybe four or five times, he’d be drenched in it. His stamina was also one for the books.
To be able to edge for so long and then edge again after cumming was unbelievable.
So he played with himself, literally and figuratively. He set goals to see how long he could edge for.
At first, five minutes was already brutal, then it was twenty, thirty, fifty, an hour.
He gasps as he felt his edge approaching. He quickly pulls his fleshlight off his dick with a groan.
“God.” He groans, stretching his legs farther apart, and throwing his head back.
His cock twitched viscously in the air, begging for that release that it’s been on the edge of for the last three hours.
Bucky was half sitting on the edge of his bed. His ass was barely on the sheets, almost sliding completely off, and his legs were stretched apart. He was covered in a thin sheet of sweat and he felt amazing.
His left hand was balled up into the sheets, gripping it tightly, almost ripping it. His right hand was holding the toy so hard, his knuckles were glowing white.
Bucky took in heavy breathes to bring himself back from that edge, staring at his dick with a wrecked look on his face.
When he felt safe enough to where one touch wouldn’t make him cum immediately , he took in a deep breath and raised the fleshlight back up.
The second the fake slit touched his tip he stopped and whined.
He could do this.
He bit his bottom lip and gasped, sliding the toy a littler farther down.
“Take it, fuck, wreck me” he growled, sliding the toy over himself slowly, “fucking destroy me,” his voice turned into a sob as he continued to move his hand, feeling his end again, especially as it ran over that one spot that made him see stars and lose any sense of control or dignity he had, “that’s it, that’s it,” he tilted his toy a little more to the right and he groaned, “that little spot, just like that, oh shit, oh shit,” he whined, he needed to hold it, he wanted to so bad, he didn’t want it to end, but it also felt too good to stop, “just a little,” he stroked it once more, way too close, so close it was almost dangerous and he could feel his semen stop halfway up his cock the second he pulled the toy off his dick, “more.” He cries.
He throws the toy aside and rubs his hand over his Adonis belt. He could feel the precum all over him. He was drenched in it.
Just the thought itself made him have to clench his teeth to stop from cumming.
“Not yet, not yet.” He repeats it over and over again.
He sits himself down properly, this time on the floor in front of his bed.
He’s in a daze and his heart is in his ears.
He looks down at his cock and he wraps his fingers around it.
He moans, letting his head fall back against the bed.
He strokes once, twice, and a third time.
“I can’t hold back.” He whimpers, tears prickling in his eyes.
Without hesitating, he grabs his shaft, and without even needing to stroke, he cums harder than he ever has in his life.
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do u think buck and bucky are kinky😁
Fuck yes
Bucky has a praise kink, I've never seen someone who wants to be called a good boy so bad. Probably also has a scent kink (Gale's iconic aftershave is as always iconic) needs to be put on his knees tbh
Buck I think is one of those people who gets off on overstimulating their partner (I can't remember the term). He seems the kind of dom who'd focus on his partner's pleasure until they're sobbing which gets him off. Probably likes to tie Bucky up so he's still and fuck him til he cries. I think he has an oral fixation (solely from the toothpick that is seen in the earlier episodes) and likes to pull Bucky's hair
I would go on, but I'm so tired I can barely think straight.
Anon, dear anon, I will get back to you I swear, but know this: those two fuckers are so kinky
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FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION: VOODOO WEIGHT GAIN. Anything that happens to the voodoo doll, happens to the person it's moulded after. You stuff the doll with more fluff, and the person's belly grows. You dunk the doll in beer or a glass of wine, it soaks into the fabric and the person gets wasted. You rub at the doll's privates, and you hear startled moaning from the other room. I don't know, I just saw the idea on DeviantArt and I think that it has a lot of potential..
*Note: I, the author of this silly, kinky, little Tumblr fic, am white. And because of the past association between white people saying “voodoo” and cruelty towards people of color, I will not be using the term “voodoo doll.” I know nothing good or bad was necessarily meant by your ask, grey-faced anon user 😊, but I just don’t want to use that! So I’m going to say magic doll 🤷🏻♂️*
I FUCKING LOVE THIS IDEA.
JESUS CHRIST.
I AM SO FUCKING HERE FOR THIS.
Immediately, immediately, when you sent this to me I had a whole fucking AU in my head. This idea gives rich-man-Rogers and house-husband-boy-toy-Bucky…
Warning for unbeta'd stucky belly kink. Mostly rapid and magical weight gain, some vague dubious concent vibes but not really, etc.
I am picturing the full fantasy.
Steve is rich as fuck and is the CEO of his successful company. Whatever that is, it’s not important. What is important is that Steve is older than Bucky and is taller and bigger than him, too. Bucky is younger and twinkier. He’s sweet and needy *cough* slutty *cough*. Steve has needs too, though. Needs that are a special kind and can’t be met by just anyone, so rather than sorting through the whole fucking mess that is dating and sparking a new romance… he turns to hire someone who he can take his needs out on. A sex worker.
Steve hires a sex worker.
Specifically, Steve hires Bucky, striking up an exclusive contract with him. He wants Bucky to live with him, he wants Bucky to be ready for use at any time he needs him, and he wants Bucky to - within his limits - give into all of Steve’s dirtiest fantasies.
One of these fantasies is having a boy at home who is at his every beck and call, and who is totally, completely spoiled. Not bratty, but spoiled.
And Steve wants the evidence of Bucky’s spoiling to be on full display. He wants his houseboy - his toy - to be soft. Pale skin completely bare. Waxed, not shaved. Skin lotioned extensively. Soft. Clothed in the finest silk and lace and the like. Manners perfect. Not all skin and bones, not all bulky muscle, but fat and padded as if he’s never had to work a day in his life and is instead doughy and excessive. Always sitting on his comfortable, cushy backside.
Yeah… 🫦
Steve has specific tastes.
But Steve also has more than enough money to acquire said specific tastes. He has so much money, in fact, that he can afford to commission a small, hand-sewn, delicate doll from one of Natasha’s highest-recommended contacts. Said contact is secretive, illusive, and extensively expensive, but she agrees to Steve’s wants immediately, claiming she has just the thing and he doesn’t need to keep explaining, so… Steve has no complaints.
Steve has no complaints whatsoever, reclining in his desk chair with his belt and slacks undone, dick out, at his heavy wooden desk in his private office at work, the top floor, his solid wood door locked, with his personal secretary blocking all of his calls. On his otherwise spotless desk, there are two things: one is his laptop, and the other is a pile of fiber fill stuffing. In one hand he’s holding that little magic doll. Meanwhile, Steve’s other hand is poised to pack some of that stuffing into the doll’s body. But Steve isn’t looking at the doll, nor at the pile of awaiting stuffing, he’s looking at his laptop. The thing that is so interesting on his laptop is Bucky.
In perfect, crystal-clear quality the security camera feed from his penthouse is sprawled across the big screen. The penthouse he’s sharing with his contracted boy toy.
Bucky.
He’s been watching Bucky wander around, cleaning (Steve would prefer if he didn’t, he really does want Bucky helpless and spoiled, but he knows the younger man would go stir crazy if he didn’t have something to do, so he allows it), just waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
And…
Now is good, right?
Yeah.
Now is good.
So, Steve pushes a big, thick wad of stuffing into the doll and watches, dick jerking, as Bucky’s silence is interrupted by a cacophony of noise - all at once, his boy toy’s sweatpants rip to shreds and his toy lets out a sound that’s half-whimper, half-moan. He’s totally startled by the sudden woomph of his ass tripling, maybe even quadrupling, in size. Bucky is so blatantly confused that he ends up stumbling forward, nearly falling over but catching himself barely. With the flurry of movement, his ass jiggles.
Oh, Lord, Steve groans.
Big and fat.
Perfectly fat.
Bucky’s ass is unreal. It was before, firm and round, but now it is impossibly unreal. There’s no texture of dimpling cellulite and no striped stretch marks over the delicious surface of Bucky’s suddenly exposed ass. It’s perfect. Untouched. Unmarred. Only fat.
Bucky looks, well, Steve has started gnawing on his lower lip without realizing it, drawing blood already, so, it’s easy to say that he looks edible. Such a big ass on the most perfect, good-est boy. And Bucky is such a good boy that when he recovers, whimpering, after a brief, pornographic moment of groping himself, squeezing handfuls of fat where it’s mounding up behind him and twisting sharply around to try and investigate what has happened to his body, he just… goes on.
He keeps cleaning.
Steve is floored.
Oh, this is going to be so, so much more fun than he thought.
Bucky keeps cleaning as if nothing happened.
The only difference is now, Bucky is trying to stifle his precious little whines and he keeps sucking in sharp breaths like he’s embarrassed to let it show that he likes his shiny, new thick ass despite, to his knowledge, being completely alone. Unobserved.
Steve makes a whine of his own, a bitten-off, growling whine, but a whine nevertheless, when Bucky pauses cleaning to arch his back like he’s testing out how it might feel to get fucked with such a fat ass - like having such a big, heavy ass makes him feel sexy and he can’t help it. Immediately, Steve wants to make it better. He wants to make it worse. 😈 He wants to stuff as much stuffing as he can fit into the little doll’s chest to pack Bucky’s tits full of soft, malleable fat. If his boy likes how it feels to have fat, thick curves in the “right” places, then he’s going to give it to him. And then he’s going to ruin it by adding fat to the “wrong” places, too. He’s going to fatten him up. He’s going to make him huge with no effort at all.
Maybe he shouldn’t just give Bucky a taste of what it’s like to be curvy and sexy in a traditionally feminine way, all ass and tits, maybe he should pack him full of stuffing right this second, and see what he does, see how he preens and arches his back and touches himself, see how he spends his day alone, unknowing that Steve is peeping in on him, watching him get off to excess. Despite the dangerous pull... Steve doesn’t. Steve has self-control. Sometimes.
So. He lets it drag on…
He lets Bucky enjoy his fat ass for close to an hour. He simply watches, drooling and passively jerking off, as Bucky waddles around the penthouse, his ass wobbling and jiggling as he walks. His footsteps are much heavier than normal under the weight of his monstrous ass.
Bucky has removed his ruined sweatpants, but he hasn’t taken off his shirt. It should look silly. It doesn’t. It’s sexy as hell. Steve’s going to make him tear his way out of that shirt, too. He’s going to watch it be ripped to shreds. 😮💨
With another wave of lust, Steve decides he’s done waiting and he launches into action. He stuffs the doll again, focusing on a new, irresistible part of Bucky’s body that he wants to make even more irresistible by swelling him.
And instantly, with the doll stuffed, Bucky balloons.
His thighs, this time, widen with another sudden whoomph of magic.
His now colossal thighs match his ass delightfully. Thick and perfect. Doughy blubber that has to weigh too much for Steve to lift, despite his extensive gym routine.
Bucky moans outright this time. He’s less confused, too. He just accepts it. This is him now. The perfect, moldable toy. Adaptive and dumb.
Perfect.
He takes to the new fat packed onto his frame like a fish takes to water. Although… he’s nowhere near as physically graceful as that metaphor, Steve is talking purely about how Bucky reacts emotionally to seeing himself swell like a mound of dough left in the oven to proof overnight. Expanding. Bucky can hardly seem to walk now. His lower half is so puffy, so swollen that he’s waddling. Swaggering. Wobbling. All that fat moves captivatingly, jiggling in slow, swollen waves like the ocean after an intense storm. And because Bucky can’t walk anymore, Bucky plops down onto the nearby sofa. So heavy and overgrown that Steve’s expensive, expensive couch lets out a loud creak. Bucky swears, sounding panicked, but not too panicked to get up again and not too panicked to not start touching himself again.
His hands first make contact with his fat ass, squeezing inches of padding between his thumb and fingers at the sides of his body where his ass spills out away his hip flexors.
Steve feels a little faint. He feels more faint when Bucky scoots his thighs apart, setting them wider with a heavy, bothered sigh - they’re not only so fat that he can’t walk, they’re so fat that it’s hard to move.
Christ.
Bucky and this little doll are the best things that Steve has ever paid for. He swears. Then, Bucky moans, drawing his attention back to him and away from his money, the needy, little big minx.
Steve wants to give Bucky everything.
Steve takes the biggest ball of stuffing this far and packs it into the doll’s belly until its seams creak.
The force of the sudden fat being added to Bucky’s poor frame is so intense, whoomph, that Bucky is thrown back against the sofa. His head is thrown back too, eyes rolling to the back of his head, neck arched attractively, mouth hanging open, sweat appearing on his skin all at once. His skin. Oh, God, Steve growls to himself, he’s so fucking delighted that he’s recording all of this footage because he’s going to spend the rest of his life sneaking away into whatever nearby bathroom or closest or bedroom or wherever he can to replay the way Bucky’s shirt bursts off him, getting off to it.
The sound of the seams ripping, popping, and fabric shredding mixing orgasmically with Bucky’s cry of pleasure. Filled more than he could’ve ever dreamed of. Made so impossibly round that he’s stuck to the creaking, overburdened couch.
His gut fills all of the space in front of him.
The surface is taut like a drum and as round as a globe. Totally unmarred. No stretch marks, no bruises, not even the flush of skin struggling to contain so much blubber. He looks incredible. Mouth-watering. Pale. Fat. He’s rising like dough. And there’s only one thing left to do…
Steve stuffs his tits too, watching the way Bucky squirms, the way he writhes on the expensive, luxury couch as if he’s orgasming on the spot. So filled that he can’t take it anymore. He can’t hold anything in. He can’t keep himself from screaming. He can’t stop himself from coming. A blimp. A fat, excessive blimp sitting on top of a monstrous, thick ass and immense thighs with a belly that stretches out past his fat knees, so big and round that it shoves equally over-fattened tits up to his face, leaving him choking on them. He is overripe. Moaning with abandon, lost in the throws of pleasure from being so thoroughly gorged.
Swollen.
Filled.
(Here's part two)
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Consider:
A modern stucky pairing acting on out a humiliation scene that involves public speaking. Like, yes, this is crack, but treat it seriously with me for a moment...
Bucky sets up the scene complete with a presentation projected onto a blank wall at their local dungeon and an audience of their fellow kinksters--in this scene, big sub Steve has to speak about what turns him on. There are pictures of him engaging in these activities, each more and more exposing, and charts (that may or may not just be bullshit, random numbers) comparing each kinky activity to the others, ranking how hot they were and how much he enjoyed it, taking into account how deep he went into subspace, how many times he orgasmed, how long the marks and/or soreness lasted (if there was any), etc.
Throughout the scene, every time Steve says the word, "uh," "um," or otherwise stutters, and each time he breaks eye contact from the audience--looking down at the floor, staring at the presentation for too long, whatever--he has to remove an item of clothing. He starts out fully clothed, not totally inappropriate to go out into the real world in, just suggestive, tight, leave-nothing-to-the-imagination pants, a nice shirt, a jacket, and a collar, but as the layers are stripped away, it becomes more and more inappropriate. Steve is blushing more and more, the flush spreading rapidly from just spots of color high on his cheeks to all the way down his chest and belly. Eventually, when Steve is stripped totally bare, that's when the whispers start...
Under his stuttering, choked-with-embarrassment words, there are currents of people commenting on, aw, would you look at that, he's blushing so much! Or, he's quite the freak, isn't he? He gets off on that? All of that? Or, really, that's hot to him? Huh. Or, oh, cute, look at how hard his little dick is from all this! He's just talking about it, and he's throbbing! Or, God, look at how badly he's blushing, poor thing! Or, at least, he's embarrassed about all this... he really should be.
Steve wants to explode. He wants to cry. He wants to touch himself.
Really, fuck, he wants Bucky to stand from where he's reclined cooly in his chair, happily watching the squirming, blushing, stammering show with a grin painted sadistically across his handsome face, prowl toward him from the crowd, and come to a stop, towering over him in front of all these people. He wants the bigger, thicker man to put a hand around the back of his neck, barely having to scruff him before he crumbles, weak at the knees.
He wants Bucky's touch to make his ears ring, so he drowns out all of the voices. But either way, Steve knows they're talking about him, they're talking about his cock, they're talking about how needy he is, about turned on he is, about how freaky he is, how weird, and, and--
Slowly, Steve realizes that he has stopped talking completely.
Bucky clears his throat amongst the looming silence, his smirk only widening. Bastard.
Someone laughs when Steve fails to do anything but stand in place, helpless and, surely, looking spacy and dumb.
Then, suddenly, everyone is chuckling at him, some people more shameless than others--all out laughing or snickering softly.
And, oh, it's all Steve can do to stay standing against the wave of mortification and shame that crashes into him. Against the torrent of rushing, sharp pleasure, he doesn't have enough time to even bite his lip to stifle the pathetic whimper that gets punched from deep in his gut. His eyes want to roll back into his head, it's so fucking embarrassing.
His little sound makes them all laugh more. Laughing at him.
Steve's eyes water, he's really going to cry. Or, shit, oh, God, with a full-body shiver, Steve realizes that he's about to cum.
How long has he been dripping for? Standing in front of this crowd, red enough to imitate a stop sigh from his head all the way down to his belly, squirming from foot to foot, squeezing his thighs together like he has to piss but doesn't have permission to go, stuttering over every word no matter how easy or simple, panting because he just can't keep air in his lungs, palms sweaty, and dripping onto the floor? Jesus Christ. He's a mess.
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"One more time for me, baby.." - Bucky x reader SMUT
Contains: Overstimulation, sub!Bucky, Bottom!Bucky, petnames (baby, honey, etc.), reader thinks to themself at one point that Bucky is pathetic but it's like in a kinky way, mentions of safewords
Bucky whimpered, his legs trembled as he came for the third time in a row without any breaks. He had always been rather sensitive but when you add the overstimulation to that it left him a puddle of sobs and muffled moans.
"P-Please-- a-ah!" He hissed as you just kept stroking him, your free arm around his waist.
"'Please' what, hm?" You responded, quickening your pace to toy with him.
"B-Baby! Fuck!" Bucky shouted, jolting his hips into your hand in his painful pursuit of pleasure. "I can't cum anymore.."
God, he was pathetic.. but you'd be lying if you claimed the sight infront of you wasn't arousing.
"Oh, I think you can.." you harshly ordered, squeezing his cock at the tip. The small action was enough to have him release all over your hand. "See?"
At this point, his cum had turned somewhat clear and came out in spurts due to your repetitive action of jerking him off.
"Honey.. please, no more!"
You had seemingly stopped, wiping your hand on the sheets as you knew there would be laundry at the end anyway.
"If you truly want me to stop, just safe word out." You cooed, cupping your ear in your palm to indicate you were listening; yet Bucky bit his tongue.
This was going to be a long night..
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Shy Guy (6) - Present
Summary: You grew up together. Bucky is the one. He’s just too shy to make a move.
Pairing: Shy!Bucky Barnes x Fratgirl!Reader
Sidepairing (friendship): Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: teasing, banter, friendship, fluff, cocky reader, virgin Bucky, shy Bucky, Steve being a good friend, talk about consent and sex (pegging, sex, oral sex)
Inspired by this ask: Shy guy ask and @dawn-petrichor-world made me do it…
Shy Guy (5) - Present
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Bucky listened to his friend’s explanations for over three hours.
He rubs his tired eyes and yawns.
“Hey! Stop yawning,” Steve grunts. “We are getting to the good part now.” The blonde points at the chart pinned to the investigation wall.
“Okay.”
“Firstly, you’ll buy flowers and snacks for your movie night with Y/N.”
“Flowers and snacks,” Bucky hums. “What else?”
“Y/N wants to cook, so, don’t forget to compliment her food. That’s important,” he points out. “Even if it tastes like old socks, you’ll tell her it was the best fucking food you ever tasted.”
“Got it.”
“Good,” Steve turns around to point at the next picture. “We talked about erogenous zones, flirting, and kissing. Now let’s get to the next level.”
“Next level,” Bucky swallows thickly.
“Just listen and learn, my young friend. This is a whole new world you will explore…”
Bucky eagerly takes notes while Steve explains the world of women, erogenous zones, and dating to him once again.
“You cannot shove your hand down her pants right away,” Steve warns. “Consent, my friend, is essential. If she grabs your hand and puts it down her pants, it’s a go.” He clears his throat. “If you are making out, and she spreads her legs, eagerly grinding against your fingers, it’s a go too. But-” He points at the next picture, "if she pushes your hand away, or says no. It means no, Buck."
“Consent,” Bucky murmurs. “I’d never do anything Y/N doesn’t want to do. I’m not like that, Steve! She’s my friend and I respect her.”
“You’re a good guy, my friend,” Steve says. “But there are guys out there, not taking no for an answer. I only wanted to point out, that sometimes your dick gets the best out of a guy. You need to remind yourself not to do anything the girl doesn’t want.”
Bucky makes a face. “I’m too nervous to even kiss her cheek when Y/N is around. I don’t think I’ll eat her pussy anytime soon.”
“Aw, my pussy enthusiast wants to give up already?” Steve grins. “You won’t!” He points his finger at Bucky. “We talked about consent. Now it’s time to talk about making out. Maybe sex too.”
“SEX?” Bucky hiccups. He rubs his chin, wondering if you already had sex and if you are kinky. He’s got no experience and is afraid he won’t be able to satisfy your needs. “Do you think Y/N is into odd things?”
“Like what?” Steve snickers. “I bet you’d love to let her shove a finger into your ass.”
“No!” Bucky mutters. “I want to do it missionary and eat her pussy. Maybe suckle her tits too.” He hums and unlocks his phone. “Do you think she’ll like this?”
“What is that?” Steve snatches the phone out of Bucky’s hands. “You’ll learn everything you need to know from me, not porn. Forget about that shit. This is only good for lonely nights when you want to beat the meat.”
“Hmm…” Not convinced Bucky glances at the phone in Steve’s hand. “They said it’s porn for women. Maybe I’ll learn something from it too.”
“No porn!” Steve insists. “You’ll get brain rot from porn. Stop watching it before you want to go out with a girl.”
“Did you watch porn before a date?”
Steve’s cheeks turn pink. He clears his throat and nods. “Worst date ever. I had a boner and she ran for the hills. But…” He grins now. “I met Sharon on my way back to the frat house and she sucked me off. A happy ending…”
“What if a girl wants to suck my dick? Do I tell her no…or…?”
“What the fuck!” Steve slaps the back of Bucky’s head. “If a girl wants to suck your dick, you will gladly accept and treat her like a goddess. Now stop with the questions. We need to talk about kissing and petting before we get to eating pussy…”
“Hi—uh,” Bucky pushes the flowers he bought into your hands. He’s a nervous wreck, and you need to hold back a chuckle. “I brought snacks too.”
“I can see that,” you cock a brow. Bucky holds a huge brown paper bag filled with snacks in one arm. “Did you think I’ll mess the food up?”
“No, no,” he furiously shakes his head. “Of course not, Y/N. I thought about bringing something for our movie night. You know, for after the dinner.”
“I was just kidding,” you grin. “Relax, Buck. It’s only us here.” You jerk your head toward the kitchenette at your apartment. “Let’s bring the snacks into the kitchen. Dinner is almost ready.”
Bucky nods, silently praying he’s ready for a date with you too. Since he met you for the first time, Bucky wanted to be your friend. It was a dream come true when you decided that Bucky would be your friend back then.
“Sure, I—thank you for inviting me for dinner, and cooking,” he inhales deeply. “Smells deliciously, Y/N.”
You look at the flowers in your hands, feeling your heart flutter.
“Thank you for the flowers, Buck. They are very nice.”
“I remembered that you like [your favorite flowers]. Your mom always bought them for you for your birthday,” Bucky proudly tells you. “I hope you still like them.”
“I do,” you smile, and giggle when he shyly looks at you. “How about you put the snacks over there on the kitchen island, and I’ll check if the pasta can be served.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Bucky places the snacks on the kitchen island. “Can I help you with the food? Do you want me to prepare the table or something?”
“The table is ready. I thought we could eat and watch a movie,” you say while tasting the sauce one last time. It’s not the best sauce you ever tasted, but you hope Bucky will like it. “Just two friends hanging out.”
“Yeah,” he nods eagerly. “Two friends hanging out.” Bucky sighs, relieved. You won’t expect him to be the perfect lover tonight. He visibly relaxes and even cracks a joke. “Eating snacks.”
You start preparing the dishes while Bucky carries the beverages and glasses inside the living room. He tries to tame his wildly beating heart, hoping you don’t recognize he’s a nervous wreck.
“Let’s eat,” you jerk your head toward the table while balancing two plates in your hands. “I got pasta and salad for us.”
Bucky watches you place the plates on the table. He waits for you to sit down and does the same seconds later. “Thank you for inviting me, Y/N.”
“Okay, this is odd. You are nervous and don’t feel comfortable,” you break the awkward moment, and crack a smile. “I need to do something about it.”
“I…sorry. I never was good at dating. And I never…” He sniffs. “I know you are more experienced, but I’ll try my best to be a good boyfriend.”
“You’re so cute and honest,” you straddle his lap before Bucky can protest. You cup his face and look him deep in the eyes. “I had a few dates.” You peck his lips. “But…” you wrap your arms around his neck. “I waited for you to make a move.” You kiss him again.
“What does that mean?” Bucky furrows his brows.
“I’m a virgin too…”
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Below is a list of current wips that you can expect from me in the near future <3 I do write slow, but I'm working on these as fast as I can <3
Drabbles/One-shots:
"You're a mess"/"I'm not a mess."/"I can tell you've been crying." & "Let me kiss it better" - Knight! Bucky x Queen! Reader - A + F
"Choose me" - Bucky - A
"Choose me" & "let me hear you make that sound again" - Biker! Bucky - A + S
"You were supposed to be different. They were supposed to be wrong about you, but they were right. They were so fucking right." - Bucky w/ morally gray reader - A
"Keep your pretty eyes on me." and "You shouldn't be out here by yourself." -Vampire! Bucky x Human! Reader - A + S + (version 2)
"You know my door is always open for you, right?" and "You're already wet sweetheart." - Bucky w/ kinky virgin reader - F + S
"You know my door is always open for you, right?" and "You're already wet sweetheart" - Stephen Grant - F + S
"Don't go where I can't follow. . . I thought I lost you." - Bucky - A
"Why didn't you say how bad it was?" - Steve Rogers - A
"Come get me? I miss you" - Loki - F
"Is that my shirt?" & "Keep your pretty eyes on me." - Bucky - F + S
"Don't go where I can't follow… I thought I lost you" & "You're exhausted honey. Go back to sleep." - Nomad! Steve Rogers - A + F
"What are we doing?"/"Why are you doing this?" - Miguel O'Hara - A
"Can I hold your hand?" - Miguel O'Hara - F
"You're not as bad as everyone says you are." - Mob! Steve - F
"Will you taste this? Tell me if I'm missing anything?" - dealers choice - F
"You were supposed to be different. They were supposed to be wrong about you, but they were right. They were so fucking right."- Mob! Steve - A
DBF!Bucky x College!Reader - A
Series/AUs:
Boxer! Miguel x PR! Reader - A + F + S
This one will be more of an AU then a series I think, but I'm still working on it.
Miguel's boxing career is starting to pick up, and that means you, as his public relations specialist, are to insure that the people love him. You also make sure he doesn't take any fights he isn't ready for. However, when another boxer by the name of Kron Stone openly challenges Miguel, and Miguel accepts, you have to come to terms that what you know may ruin the trust he has in you.
Mafia-Dilf! Miguel x Dance-teacher! Reader - A + F + S
Everyone was terrified of Miguel O'Hara, the most powerful man in the city. But you knew better. To you, he was just a single dad trying to raise and protect his daughter, bringing her to your dance class every week. That is until someone looking for Miguel shows up at your studio, and Miguel takes it upon himself to protect you from outside forces, showing you just what kind of a man truly he is.
Bucky Barnes x Dream-witch! Reader - A + F + S
Looking for something to aide in his sleepless nights, Bucky searches weeks for you, the dream witch of New York. You're known for helping vets with ptsd have terrorless nights and sometimes, if they're lucky, they actually have pleasant dreams. What Bucky didn't expect, was for you to be so captivating, or for him to open up so easily around you. But to have the powers you do, you've got to be more than just a mutant, right?
Bucky Barnes x single!pregnant!reader (neighbor AU) - A + F + S
This one will be more of an AU rather than a series.
You moved into your small apartment alone and nervous, with a broken heart and a little one on the way, just wanting to be the best mom you can. Lucky for you, your neighbor is the sweetest man in the world and has offered to help you out when you need it. It doesn't hurt that he's the most attractive man you've ever met. But you don't have time for a relationship with anyone, you need to prepare for the baby.
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Together Again, at Last.
Title: Together Again, at Last
Rating: Explicit
Words: 3.5k
Ship: Dean x Mafia!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: !!GUNS!!, vaginal gun fucking, established relationship, mafia!bucky, dom/dom/sub, pet names/honorifics, begging, bondage, over stimulation, oral sex
Description: Hi everyone! This is very very kinky! You’ve been warned. Reader doesn't need to breathe 🙈
You have been dating Bucky and Dean for a while, and it's going really well. However, always being out on missions and work makes it hard to see each other in person often. So when you do get to be together it's intense, to say the least. Months of teasing and sexy pictures, all culminate in bliss when you finally get to touch each other.
Driving up to your house you see two cars in your driveway. One an old black Impala and the other a sleek black Corvette. You smile, a blush already creeping up your neck at the anticipation of what is about to happen. You grab your suitcase and walk up to the door. Your heart rate steadily increases, with each step. You open the door, your breath catches, and you honestly forget how to breathe for a second.
You see Dean in a beat-up brown, leather jacket, dirty dark denim jeans, and even dirtier combat boots. He is sitting on a barstool facing you, drinking a beer, a crooked smile forming as his eyes meet yours. Bucky is sitting next to him. His suit jacket is thrown over the bar, white button-up, unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Neat, pressed black pants to match the jacket and black, freshly shined shoes. His expression doesn't seem to change as he looks you up and down, taking another sip of his scotch. You drop your suitcase and run over to give them both a big hug, it's been months since you last saw your boys.
“Miss me, doll?” Bucky whispers.
“You know I di- did.” You stutter out as Dean places gentle kisses on your neck. “Are we still doing our plans for tonight?” You ask, grabbing Dean’s hair and pulling him further up your neck.
“Of course, Princess. Safewords?” He asks with his eyebrows furrowed, looking at you and Bucky.
“Green,” You say, biting your lips between your teeth to keep from smiling.
Bucky licks up your neck to your ear and whispers, “Yellow,” In a deep, almost growl.
“Red.” Dean says his cockeyed smirk shifting his face into a devious expression. You grab both of their wrists and drag them to the bedroom, not that they needed dragging to follow you. Dean lays on the bed one arm behind his head, and that stupid smirk is still on his face. Bucky lays next to Dean, palming him through his jeans. Dean groans and pushes up into Bucky’s hand.
“I want to see you, sweetheart.” Bucky’s voice is already laced with control and power. “Strip.” You almost frantically take off your travel clothes. Usually, you would take your time and try to be overtly sexual but right now you just want them on you, around you…in you, a whimper leaves your throat at the thought. You rip your shirt and shorts off carelessly, throwing them both across the room. You blush being newly exposed and wrap your arms around your waist and cross your legs a bit.
“Hey, no, it's been too long since we've seen you. We want to see our baby.” Dean says, his voice sounding like he’s pleading. You drop your arms cautiously looking at the ground and bite your lip. “That's my good girl.”
“Come here doll, before we tie you up and torture that pussy. I want you to grind on my leg.” Bucky’s words are slow and melt your brain as you straddle him on the bed. You adjust yourself so your arms are wrapped tight around his neck as you rock your hips gently above his pants not quite making contact. He groans and puts his hands on your hips, shoving you down on top of him.
“Wait, I don't want to ruin your pants.” You mutter, some sense of reason coming to your mind. Bucky doesn’t say anything, he digs his fingers into your hips as he moves your body so you are forced to grind on him. You don't need any more convincing. Finally having friction on your cunt, electricity shoots up your spine, and you moan as you roll your hips desperate for more.
“Oh that’s a good girl.” Dean growls. Watching you from the other side of the bed, rubbing himself through his jeans. He climbs over to where you are and sucks a beautiful hickey into your neck right in the spot that has you gasping, he knows you too well. He unbuckles your bra and throws it somewhere in the room, no one was paying enough attention to care. “Look up babe.” Dean says to Bucky because he was entranced in you rubbing yourself on his pants. Bucky groans when he looks up to see your tits in his face. He starts shallowly bouncing his thigh into you to force more pressure under you. He pulls one of your breasts into his mouth and toys with your nipple. You're close, so close to the edge when a pair of hands stops your hips. You let out an angry groan and look at Bucky’s hands holding you still.
“I didn’t say you could cum, did I?” Bucky says with a sly smile. You shake your head no and lean over to kiss Dean. His tongue slips into your mouth and your legs give out pulling him closer to you. You try to wiggle your hips as much as you can for any friction. A moan escapes your lips as you finally feel denim rub slightly under your clit. Your eyes shoot open as Bucky flips you onto your back in one swift motion as if you weighed nothing.
You watch Dean walk to the dresser to get something. He walks away and you see a bulge in the back of his pants.
“What’s that?” You ask quietly, already knowing the answer. Dean turns around slowly, reaching behind him and pulling out a Colt M1911 and placing it in your hand.
“Here.” He smirks. You moan, the ridges on the bottom of the barrel make you whimper at the thought of…” no not that, they’d think you're crazy” you think to yourself. Lost in the thought you hear Bucky unholster his, with eyes wide you look at him.
“Do you want to hold it?” Bucky asks, holding his gun in his hands.
“Yes.” You whimper and nod furiously and he hands it to you. It’s warm because it was so close to Bucky’s body. You see their personalities in their weapon of choice. You haven’t seen this gun on Bucky before though. It has a long black silencer on the end of a gun. It feels so heavy, but as you hold it you imagine what this beautiful weapon could do to your cunt.
Almost like they can read your mind, they take their weapons from you and set them down. Bucky takes off his tie and wraps one end around your wrist tying the other end to the bedpost. You whimper and Dean laughs, grabbing his hand cuffs and clasping one around your hand and the other to the other bedpost.
“Go on, test them.” Dean growls. You shake your arms and pull hard but you can’t get out. Their smiles widen and their eyes darken. “First.” Dean hisses out. “I’ve wanted to eat this pussy for months!” He says before burying his face in your cunt. You moan and cry out as he expertly eats you out. He sucked your clit lightly through his teeth and you thrashed before cumming for the first time of the night.
“Who said you could cum?” Bucky says once your vision comes back. Unbuckling his belt and unsheathing it in one swift motion. He quickly slaps your thighs with it, the crack sound bouncing off the walls. You yelp and moan from the pain and the beautiful sting of where the leather kissed your skin. “Answer me!” His voice is dark and emotionless, you shiver.
“No one. I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to! I swear!” You plead as best you can with your hands tied to either side of your head. Bucky growls hearing his title on your lips for the first time in a while.
“You are not allowed to cum until we say so, understand?” Dean snaps.
“Yes yes yes please I'm sorry!” You beg.
“I think we need a gag, what do you think love?” Bucky turns to Dean and asks. Dean smirks and doesn’t waste a second climbing on top of you and lining himself up with your mouth.
“Show me your blink for red!” He commands. You blink SOS in morse code and he responds by forcing himself down your throat. You gag and choke around him it’s been a while since anyone’s mouth fucked you. He moans your warmth surrounding his length just like he craved for so long. “Mmm look at you, teary eyed and desperate. You missed this as much as I have, haven’t you?” You try to nod your head as best you can, but all you can do is groan around him.
“Mm no need to answer sweetheart.” Bucky says with a smile in his voice. You feel his two thick fingers run through your wetness and you whimper. “She fucking loves it Dean, taste.” He whispers the last word into Dean's ear and he groans, opening his mouth and looking over his shoulder. You see them lock eyes as Bucky gently places his fingers on Dean’s tongue. Wrapping his lips around them and moans as the taste of you fills his mouth. He thrusts into your mouth absentmindedly. You have missed having him in your mouth, heavy and hot, choking you into bliss. You cough and he turns back to you.
“Aww what is it Angel?” He leans forward quickly and violently grabs the headboard. He stares down at you, a wicked smile on his face. You groan around him as he starts mouth fucking you. Your breathing is cutting in and out as he rides your face aggressively.
Bucky kisses your thighs and lets out a desperate sigh. Before licking all of your cunt in one stroke with his tongue curved at the end. Collecting your wetness and moans finally having you back in his mouth. He holds you there savoring every moment of tasting you. He smiles and licks your clit gently, just enough to tease you. Before settling into eating you out like he’s done hundreds of times. Bucky always knew how to work you and everytime it was mind blowing. He runs one finger through your folds and presses it into you, curling it back toward him a few times. Right after he adds a second finger and you moan around Dean. Bucky’s tongue working your clit and his fingers curling up onto your g spot make you see stars. He pumps his fingers in and out bringing you so close, before pulling them out completely. He sits back on his heels and sucks his fingers cleaning himself and savoring the taste of you. You groan angrily and Dean pulls out of your mouth.
“Please!” You whine, desperate to be full again. You wiggle your hips and reach your feet out to touch them. They both grab an ankle and glare at you. Bucky grabs his belt from the floor and Dean unbuckles and pulls his out with one hand. They use their belts to tie your ankles to the bed frame. It is awkward to tie with them but they get you secure and safely tied up. You wiggle but can’t move any of your limbs. You whimper, your pussy clenching around nothing.
“Look at you шлюха, naked, tied to our bed...” Bucky continues talking with fondness in his voice. Your eyes wander to the end table where their guns are laid out. “Mmm look at her Dean. Desperate eyes glued to our guns. It’s almost like we’re not even here.” You violently shake your head no.
“No that’s not it, I promise!” You blurt out.
“What is it, doll face?” Bucky smirks with a knowing look in his eye. You squeeze your eyes tight and tug, futilely at your restraints, trying to cover your face. “I haven’t seen this much embarrassment on you in a while.”
“Look at the blush covering her body. This is gonna be a good one.” Dean adds. “Come on angel, tell us.” His voice rasps as he drops his voice a few octaves. You stutter for a couple minutes trying to say it but your face just gets more red.
Bucky gets an idea, he walks to the end table and picks up his gun. He looks it up and down in his hands. You look at Dean but he's watching Bucky, smiling knowing his plan. Bucky steps beside you and points the barrel of his gun at your head. Your legs start shaking as he stares stone faced down the barrel at you. Suddenly you realize, this is the final moments of the people who cross Bucky.
“Please! Please!” You grind against nothing and whine.
“Please what?” Bucky stares down at you, lifting a quizzical eyebrow. You mumble something trying to pass it off. “Please what?!” Bucky repeats louder.
“Please fuck me with your guns!” You shout quickly. Bucky lifts his gun away from your face and you can’t help but exhale. Dean growls, running his hand through his hair. You squirm trying to hide your face again unsuccessfully.
“Oh angel. All you had to do was ask.” Dean says. They look at their weapons and choose Bucky’s gun. Its long black silencer is perfect for this situation. Bucky runs the tip of the barrel through your wetness, circling your clit. The barrel feels freezing against your hot cunt, you shiver and groan, wiggling in your restraints.
“Please, please!” You plead desperate for the firearm to be inside you. Dean smiles and gets down next to Bucky. He licks and sucks on your clit as Bucky finally inserts the cold steel into you. Your eyes roll I got the back of your head as you attempt to rock your hips.
“Still.” Dean says taking a break from teasing your clit. You freeze, unmoving but moaning and groaning as Bucky uses his gun as an extension of himself. It feels like when he fingers you, just with (more metal hehe cause his fingers are metal anyway. a weapon that could kill you in a second. You want more, so much more.
“More!” You whine straddling the line between desperation and pathetic. Dean stands up and arms himself.
“Look at you, stunning, tied up, helpless.” He stays studying your body up and down. He climbs on the bed and straddles your face. He stares down, growls and opens your mouth. “I’ve missed your mouth, been on the road to long.” He mutters almost completely to himself as he pushes gently in and out of your eager mouth.
You’re full! A beautiful once cold weapon is quickly becoming hotter as it’s thrust in and out of you. The man handling the weapon is a well known mob boss who’s killed thousands with the very same gun that’s filling your cunt. The man deliciously filling your mouth was one of a kind, a demon hunter with a cock so sweet it’s like chocolate. You missed this so much!
Bucky works his gun like magic exactly at the angle to have you gasping. Dean stands up and tilts Bucky’s head back. It’s such a soft moment, they share a kiss then both eyes snap back to you. “What do you think Buck, should we let her cum?” He whispers in Bucky’s ear. Bucky never stopped his tantalizing thrusting.
“Please can I cum please!” You whimper and whine, grinding on the pistol.
“Okay but once you do you're not allowed to stop.” Bucky smirks that sly smile. You moan and cry out ‘yes’ as he drives the weapon into your g spot over and over. You cum for the second time tonight with Bucky’s gun trigger deep in your pussy. He pulls it out of you and sucks the barrel down his throat, tasting everything you left him.
“Oh please can I be on my hands and knees and have you in my mouth and you in my cunt.” You beg when your voice comes back you. They both fall silent and untie you, gently rubbing your wrists and ankles to alleviate any pain. Quickly and desperately you get into position. Bucky in front of your face and Dean lining up to plow into your cunt. “Oh god.” You whimper and moan this is really happening! You’ve been fantasizing about this since that last time you fucked. “Please, please, please!” You beg until your throat is full of cock. Bucky really loses control when he’s fucking your mouth. It’s no wonder he does you’re so warm and desperately sucking for him.
A deep growl escapes Dean's lips as he thrust balls deep into you without hesitation. They get a rhythm going and you’re just bouncing between their cocks. Neither of them back off and sometimes they both thrust so hard your body feels like a spring.
Bucky grabs a handful of your hair pulling it hard as he works himself in and out of your mouth faster as his breathing quickens. He’s panting above you, you feel him pulse in your throat, he’s about to cum, you’ve missed the taste of him.
“Dean, cum down her throat.” Bucky growls. Dean didn’t have to be told twice he growled and he picked up his pace again. He thrusts in and out of your throat, stretching and filling you. His pattern staggered as he gets closer to cumming. You need him so bad, need to taste him on your tongue.
You feel him pulse and jolt in your mouth. You are flooded with a sense of euphoria as he fills your throat and cums. The fluid flowing over your throat and tounge, you’re literally addicted to him. You feel whole as he works through the after shocks of his orgasm in your mouth.
“Oh fuck I’m gon-“ Dean pants heavily. You push Bucky out of your mouth and he stumbles backward gently.
“INSIDE! Please daddy please cum inside my pussy!” You shout, your voice raspy from Bucky’s dick. He immediately bends over you and pins your neck to the bed he whispers in your ear.
“Come on my needy princess cum for me!” He bites your ear lobe and you cum, hard. He cums deep inside you, your pussy milking every drop from him. He slowly pulls out and watches his cum mix with yours. He licks the mixture into his mouth before kissing it into Bucky’s mouth. You turn onto your back and watch them kiss while your cunt continues throbbing. When they look down at you, you’ve caught your breath but you’re a moaning mess.
You close your eyes when a strong vibration kisses your clit.
“Ah!!” You gasp, your clit is so sensitive. Dean’s holding a wand, your favorite wand. It’s on the lowest setting but it’s taking your breath away.
“Color?” He asks.
“Green.”
“I’m not gonna let go of your beautiful clit, you're going to weep as the pain and pleasure melts your brain.” He pauses, as you blink at him trying to process what he just said. “Color?”
“Oh dear lord please please green, all the green.” You writhe still unbelievably wanting more.
He starts slowly teasing your clit, it hurts, it feels like electricity is running through your body. He presses the wand firmly against your clit. The pain sparkles up your arms it goes up to almost unbearable pain and then it twists and feels like heaven. You’re desperate again pleading and whining grinding on the vibrator until you cum and your brain shuts off, replaced with fireworks. The relentless vibrator means you can’t savor the orgasm for long as the process starts over and over again. He does this until your eyes start to water.
“Please sir please sir!” You cry out.
“What's wrong baby I thought you wanted to cum?” He asks just as it twists into good pain again and you’re seeing stars cumming so hard you stop breathing. You cum three more times before he finally pulls the vibrator away to your dismay. He kisses your cunt and places his whole hand over it. It is so sweet and feels so good on your sore pussy. “You did so good doll!” He pulls his hand away and kisses gently from your pussy up to your neck.
“I knew better than anyone how kinky you were, but I did not know that.” Dean says
“You hid that very well! We are around guns all the time how did you hide that they turned you on like that.” Bucky chuckles.
“It wasn’t easy but I’m glad you found out. That was…I will remember that for the rest of my life.”
“Damn I’d say we did alright Buck.”
“Alright fuckers! Snuggles than beer and dinner, sound good?” You say laying onto the center of the bed with out stretched arms. They join you and snuggle into your arms just holding each other. Together again, at last.
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Bucky x reader
@atomicstarlightdestiny
You were in the shower while Bucky sat on your shared bed.
He stared at your phone and was deep in thought.
You were always on your phone, what was so important?
Were you cheating on him?
He groaned, picking up your phone and unlocking it.
He went into messages and saw no one he didn't know, then he went to other socials and saw nothing else.
He eventually clicked on the search engine app and his eyes widened when he saw a website where people shared stories.
He went into the ones you had liked and saw the titles, almost having a heart attack.
He decided to go into one and started reading into it. He couldn't believe how kinky and freaky it was, he didn't know you were into any of it.
He heard the shower turn off and quickly turned your phone off and put it back where he found it.
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Bucky didn't think about what he'd seen for a few days until you had gotten into a small argument with him, over something small and insignificant.
"I just don't know how much your lying about!" Bucky shouted at you as you looked at him in confusion.
"Bucky I haven't lied to you." You replied as he groaned.
"Do you not like when we have sex?" He asked out of the blue, only making you more confused.
"What? Of course I like when we have sex. Where is this coming from?" You asked as he sighed and tried his best to calm down.
"I know it's wrong... But, I went through your phone. You're always on it and I got paranoid that you were cheating on me. Then I saw all the stories you read... Is our sex too vanilla? You should've just talked to me." He said as your face began to blush from embarrassment.
"Oh god... I didn't tell you because of was embarrassed and I didn't know if all that stuff would trigger you." You admitted as he sighed a little.
In the end the only reason you'd kept this from him was because you were thinking about his triggers.
He stepped forward a little and held your cheek.
"Doll, I love when we're intimate or make love. But, if you just needed a damn good fuck you should've told me." He said chuckling softly making you laugh and shake your head.
"You're right, I should've been honest." You whispered as Bucky got a wicked smile on his face.
"I read through some of those stories." He whispered as he reached up and wrapped his hand around your throat.
"And I think you need to be punished for keeping things from me." He growled lowly as you looked at him in shock.
"Do you agree, love?" He asked as you nodded, he chuckled.
"Use your words and address me correctly." He demanded as you looked at him and felt a shiver of excitement run through your body.
"Yes, sir." You replied making him smile.
"Good girl, you're not completely useless."
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In Every Universe - Part 3
Warnings: Small mentions, and slight descriptions of torture.
You startle awake at the feeling of ice water being chucked over you, gasping for air as you feel it drip down the back of your throat, rolling off of the bed onto the hard floor. You cough and splutter trying to clear your airways while always trying to get air into your lungs from it all being pushed out from the fall. You feel your arm twisted at a slightly weird angle, due to your hands still being cuffed, and try to roll about to get it to feel somewhat normal.
“Wakey, wakey.” You choke slightly when you’re lifted off the ground by the back of your shirt and forced down onto a metal chair, your eyes opening to see some blonde chick and a man you know to be the winter soldier, who you think they mentioned yesterday is now bucky.
“Xa-xa , имний солдат. Как спокойная жизнь относится к вам?Скучно, я вижу, так как вы решили привязать меня к стулу для удовольствия.Несмотря на то, что я могу признать, что у вас есть ��екоторые взгляды, вы.” You smirk as he pulls your arms over the back of the chair, the angle causing a small sting but nothing you can’t handle, and tying them to it. (haha, the winter soldier. How is the quiet life treating you? Boring I see since you've decided to tie me to a chair for fun. Even though I can admit you got some looks going for you, you've got the wrong equipment to satisfy my needs.)
“No you don’t get to talk.” The blonde chick puts a knife to your throat, her eyes filled with a small amount of emotion and you can only chuckle when you recognise the symbol on her knife.
“Oh, she knows how to play, itty bitty baby widow.” You laugh as a hand comes into contact with your face.
“Did you really just quote Harry Potter while we are tying you to a chair? Crazy bitch.” You shrug laughing as the blond removes the knife from your throat now you are tied up to the chair properly.
“What can I say? I love a bit of movie magic, sue me?” You shrug, or do your best to, as the two of them give each other a look. “So did I know you two too, or are you doing this harsh interrogation technique because I have no link to you?”
“What?” The winter soldier grabs another chair facing the back towards you and sits down, crossing his arms over and resting them on the top of the chair.
“I just mean that you know before the whole you disappeared act, which by the way I still don’t believe but I’m playing along because I like games, this is the best sort of game. Wait no, maybe monopoly or scrabble because everyone gets real mad real quick and it always ends up in a fight. Wait no Russian roulette. Yes, that is my favourite game, you should play it some time. It is very fun, very very fun. Should be an olympic sport.”
“Do you ever shut up?” You turn to the blonde chick who has taken a seat next to the winter shoulder, sitting on her chair properly with her knife twirling against her knee.
“Do you ever ask questions because all you’ve done is get me wet and tie me to a chair. Just a normal Friday night if you ask me, although normally I’m the one who is tying the woman to the chair. You know a lot of men think it's some kind of kinky game you want to play, again I’m a big ole lesbian and never would, but when you put the knife to their throat and just. swish.” You laugh bouncing in your seat. “God it gets the blood pumping, literally all over the fucking place. Work of art. Should take a picture and send it to a gallery I could earn millions.”
“Earn millions from other people's deaths? You’re sick.” You laugh looking between the two in disbelief.
“So are you two. I mean come on the winter soldier and a black widow, I’m assuming you’re a part of the group that is helping free them all. You know you’ve gone all free all widows, which I mean is pretty cool if you ask me because what is up with mind control? Now that's something sick and perverted.” Again they both look at each other, but you’re too busy rambling about if there are black widows there must be super secret ninja organisations to notice.
“How do you know who we are?”
“Well first of all Mr I always look grumpy it's not hard to determine who you are. I mean the arm is a dead give away, and the eyes, just something about the eyes being so dead inside most of the time. As for you Miss I’m another blonde Russian, possibly Ukrainian, hard to tell the accent, you literally have the black widow sign on your knife. Pretty dumb to use it if you don’t want people knowing.”
“I mean she is not wrong, you are very dead behind the eyes.”
“Yeah and you are stupid for using a knife from your old work place.” The blonde assassin gasps with her hand on her heart.
“Excuse me old man, but I’m sorry that I hold a memento for destroying, as you said, my old workplace.” Bucky mimics Yelena with his hand as he puts on a squeaky voice.
“My name's Yelena and I destroyed a super secret organisation with mommy and daddys help, oh and my big sister because we are all one big happy family.” You bite your lip smirking to yourself, not missing the name of the blonde assassin.
“Oh I'm such a grumpy old man I refuse to listen to any music made after 1950. Oh and the fact you still haven’t admitted to Stevie wonder that you want to be me more than friends.”
“Ay! Another gay! Welcome to the alphabet mafia my friend, it is a wonderful place to be!” Now they both turn to look at you, seeming to remember what they were here for.
“I’m not gay.” You and Yelena both raise a brow.
“Okay fine so you're a raging bisexual.” The man sputters for words but doesn’t find anything, and you wink at Yelena who is holding in a laugh. “Man, do you like dick or not?”
“What?” He spits out bulging eyes as you ask the question so nonchalantly. “I don…Pfft me...I mean…why, why would you think that….I…fine yes I like….”
“Dick, just one simple word. Who thought the English language was so hard?” He glares at you and Yelena chuckles pointing at him.
“Ha, she has you there!”
“Shut it Yel.” Yelena gently hits him on the shoulder gasping.
“Rude.”
“Come on man, it's just 1 small word. 4 little letters. You just gotta say it. Dick.” You lean forward as much as your binds allow you to. Smiling, actually smiling cheekily, tilting your head slightly.
“What does saying the word make it official or something?” You nod your head quickly, Yelena following suit.
“Well duh, if you can’t say dick how are you gonna you know? Eat it would be the wrong word, you eat pussy but you don’t eat dick.”
“Wow you really have no filter do you?” Yelena scrunches her face in slight disgust at your ease of talking about it and you simply shrug your shoulders.
“Do I look like I care about having a filter? I’m tied to a chair having the time of my life watching a nearly 100 year old man stutter over the word dick. And he has one. I’m sure back in his day he was comparing sizes like Bro my dick so fucking big.”
“Okay stop right there, ew ew ew.” Yelena covers her ears, shaking her head as you laugh sitting back in your chair.
“I’m just saying how is it meant to be okay with himself internally if he can’t accept the fact he wants a dick in his mouth?” Yelena fake gags as Bucky rests his head on the top of the chair, hitting it gently a few times.
“Fine, I like dick. Can we move on please?”
“Oh yeah no problem. So what sort of torture techniques you are going to use on me?. Car battery? Waterboarding? Maybe breaking my arms, knocking a few teeth out, breaking a cheekbone or both. Up to you I have two, both sides are my good side so it doesn’t really matter which one gets hit, and if you do both then it's still even and I still have two good sides. Win win for me. Or maybe you’re going to dope me up with some kind of truth serum? Highly possible, made it and used it before. Rather funny to watch people have no control over what they say. So what’s it going to be?”
“How about you just tell us what we need to know and we will be on our way?” You groan, throwing your head back at the man's words.
“Booooring. Come on, I wanna see some action or something. It's been so long. Come on just one little punch you know you want to. Just one itty bitty punch right to the side of my face. I promise you it won’t hurt me, I’m a tough cookie.” You smile smugly as both of the people look at each other, having some sort of silent conversation before turning back to you.
“You know you are pretty much as they described you.” Now your brows furrow as Yelena dismissively shrugs. “Right Buck. I mean she is so annoying and talks too much, a little too crazy and out there, bit of a gloater if you ask me.”
“Wha..”
“See that's what I was thinking. Oh and weak because who can’t break out of some simple rope ties and handcuffs. Get this they say she has pyrokinetic powers too, whatever that big fancy word means.”
“It means I make fire you dumb bitch.” You spit, hating how they are talking about you like you’re not even there; not actually caring what they say about you too much.
“Oh, have we angered her? Oh dear look at that, wiggling around in her chair trying to get to us. Pathetic. I mean, for some top secret Hydra goon you think she would pack a little more … punch.”
“I’m not just some Hydra goon.” They continue to ignore your presence and you can feel the frustration building.
“I mean I’ve managed to gather more information from a dead body before which is pretty freaking difficult because they’re dead.” Yelena laughs at herself shaking her head. “I mean if we aren’t going to get anything from them we might as well just leave them here.”
“Yeah I don’t think we are going to get anything useful out of them. I mean they were dumb enough to try and break into the avengers compound and think they could get away with it. So dumb.”
“They really are. I’m surprised that that sort of mission didn’t require their top agent. You know someone who can sneak in and out without getting caught, doesn’t make as much noise as this elephant did, can hack better than Tony himself. I know they have those sorts of people, but this chick ain’t it. For someone who looks like a cyborg she’s useless.” Now that got to you, talking about your few prosthetic limbs like it made you less of a person.
“I was sent here to kill Wanda Maximoff and I would have done it had that stupid man who hides in the vents hadn’t spotted me. I mean who the fuck hides in vents, a fucking coward thats who.” You spit trying to push yourself from the chair, but instead falling with it and landing harshly on your side.
“So you were sent here to kill my friend. Why?” You lock your jaw realising what you’ve said looking up at the two of them with a steel gaze.
“She asked you a question.” You grind your teeth together breathing harshly through your nose ignoring the pain pulsing your side from falling to the floor.
“I wouldn’t leave me waiting if I were you.” Yelena places her boot on the side of your face pushing it against the floor more. “I asked you, why were you sent here to kill Wanda Maximoff.”
“Why were you sent to kill her?” Bucky shouts, slamming his metal fist on the ground as he crouches down to look you in the eyes, your steel gaze not wavering.
“Answer the fucking question.” Yelena applies more pressure and you fight the urge to give in, even with the pain causing tears to build in your eyes.
“Do you have a death wish? Answer the fucking question!”
“Enough!” The two of them are thrown off of you with some force and you squirm on the floor a little, relaxing your jaw and shaking your head ever so slightly, trying to soothe the pain.
“What the fuck wanda!” At the mention of her name you look up to see her holding her two teammates against opposite sides of the room with her magic, a rage in her eyes that scares you a little.
“Could you not see you were hurting her.” Wanda’s voice breaks slightly and as her gaze moves to you it softens and your heart constricts slightly.
“Well how the fuck do you expect us to get answers if she won’t talk.” Bucky argues and you lock your jaw, tearing your gaze away from the woman in front of you.
“You heard what Bruce said. We just have to wait. We can question and try to jog her memory but that doesn’t mean her ending up on the floor with a boot on her face and a gun pointed to her head.
“You had a gun!” You tilt your head back to look at the man who looks … apologetic? No you must be seeing things. “Should have put a bullet in me, Hydra will come after me. And when they do, when they find me. Each and every one of you will be so fucking sorry for keeping me here.”
“Sure, so where are your Hydra pals now!” You turn your gaze to look at Yelena who has her brow raised in question and when you don’t answer she looks at you smugly. “That's what I thought.”
“Enough both of you.” Wanda gently places her friends on the floor, extending her magic out to you and undoing the ropes keeping you to the chair. “Don’t try anything.”
It’s all the warning you get from the red head as you slowly stand from the ground, throwing the rope to the floor in front of Bucky. Your features harden as you glare at the two of them, softening slightly as you look at Wanda before taking a few steps back until your knees hit the bed. They all watch as you sit on the end of the bed, putting your head in your hands as you take a moment to breathe, all of them deciding they would quietly leave.
“Miss Maximoff.” You turn your head to see her turning around in the doorway outside of the cell.
“Hmm, yes?” You smile a little at her.
“Thank you for, you know, getting me out of a bind.” She chuckles lightly, giving you a small nod.
“It's no problem, get some rest. I think you are expecting another visitor soon.”
“Good bye Miss Maximoff.”
“Good bye Miss y/l/n. Oh and one more thing.” She waves her hands and the cuffs around your wrists fall to the floor. “I don’t know why we didn’t take them off yesterday. You have my apologies.”
“It's quite alright Miss Maximoff I am a prisoner I do not expect to be seen as any different.” Wanda hums with a sad smile.
“Hopefully you won’t be for too long.” You don’t say anything in return simply laying back down on the bed listening to the distinct click of the door as you close your eyes.
It feels like it's been 5 minutes since you closed your eyes when you're startled awake by a crashing sound outside of the cell, sitting up straight with your eyes assessing the threat. You relax when you see Peter picking some things up off the floor, tilting your head when you notice his laptop under his arm.
“Are you okay spider boy?” Peter freezes looking up to you with a sheepish smile.
“Yeah I’m okay, did I wake you. Oh my gosh I did wake you, I am so sorry. I will just get going and leave you in peace.” He fumbles with everything in his hand going to turn around.
“Pete, wait a sec.” You stand up moving to the glass door of the cell. “What did you come in to ask?”
“Well I was just thinking that maybe we could have a movie night. You said a movie night would help to relax me and it did, then I thought that maybe it would do the same for you. I know you're like a prisoner blah blah blah political bullshit but I mean you’re still human.” He rambles and you can’t help the smile that grows as you take in the selection of snacks he has.
“I think a movie sounds good, but I hate to break it to you. I don't think I am going to be having snacks.” You knock gently on the glass separating the two of you. “Since I am in here and you are out there.”
“Uhm, well about that.” He stumbles to put everything on the floor, opening his laptop and connecting a wire from the panel on the door to his laptop and you watch as he clicks away on the keyboard. “And I know you don’t actually remember me, because Wanda did tell me that just in case so I wouldn’t be disappointed if I found out myself.”
“And are you disappointed?” He quickly shakes his head pressing a few more keys and the door slide opens.
“Not at all, I mean you pretended to know who I was because you didn’t want to hurt my feelings. Which is something that Y/n, well I mean who you used to be or still are but not right at this moment, would do.” The kid picks up his laptop and the snacks once more, keeping the laptop open, making his way into the cell.
“So what have you brought to watch?” You take a few steps away from the door watching as Peter presses a few buttons and the door closes again.
“Star wars. I hope that’s okay. They’re my favourite.” You smile sitting back down on the bed tapping the place next to you.
“Well I can’t promise comfort or that because, well, we’re in a cell. But I can definitely be a good movie buddy.” Peter puts a small device on the floor, plugging his laptop into it and pressing a few more buttons.
“It’s cool I brought a blanket in my backpack.” Peter says it with a wide smile as he pulls out a big grey fluffy blanket out of his backpack sitting down next to me and against the wall.
“Is there a way to turn the lights off?” You shuffle back keeping a small space between you and Peter as he leans down to grab the snacks and put them in the gap, as well as turning the small gadget on the floor on.
“Friday lights off.”
“Yes Master Parker.” You jump slightly at the disembodied voice but settle quickly when you see the projection on the wall of the film.
“That's so cool.” You smile widely as Peter throws the blanket haphazardly over your legs as you get comfortable on the bed.
“Yeah I have also wanted a big cinema like screen so I bought a projector, took it apart and made it better so it was 4K HD instead of the shit things you get in school.”
“That's a pretty freaking cool kid. You made it?”
“I did.” He beams as you look with wonder at the gadget.
“That's amazing. So how many movies is this?”
“Well 6, but technically 9 if you watch the new ones but there's also side movies and series. But for now we will just watch the original trilogy.”
“Do you have any pillows in that backpack of yours? Just I have a very thin one and I don’t think either of us will be comfortable leaning against the wall for too long.”
“No, but, give me two minutes and I will have a solution.” He jumps from the bed pressing his phone as the door slides open and shut. “Just stay right there.”
“Not like I can go anywhere.” You chuckle with a crooked smile.
“Right. Anyway, I won't be any more than two minutes.”
“Take your time spidey.” Peter smiles widely walking to the main door.
“See you later Helios.” He runs out of the room and as the door closes you are sucked into a hazy memory.
/\/\/\/\
“No, we have to come up with some super cool name for you. You can’t just go around calling yourself Y/n! You literally set things on fire, including yourself and everyone looks to the sky and goes woah there goes … Y/n.” He says your name with lack of enthusiasm and you gently hit his shoulder laughing.
“Oh sorry Mr im a teeneger calling myself Spider-man. Boy you ain’t no man.” You laugh as Peter’s jaw drops with a perplexed chuckle.
“I didn’t come up with it, the news did. Anyway, back to you. Maybe something like flame, or ignite.”
“Flame or ignite.” You raise your brows and Peter flails his hands around in response.
“Oh whatever, you come up with something then.”
“Me! This is all your idea spidey, all of it is you. I don’t mind my name, it's a good name.”
“It is, but it's not a good superhero name.”
“Whatever Pete.” You gently shove him away and you burst out laughing as he ends up rolling off the bed.
“That was rude.” You lean over the edge of the bed looking down at him smiling cheekily.
“What happened to your Peter tingle?”
“It’s not a peter tingle, it's my spidey sense.” You hum with a chuckle.
“Sure it is. Now up you get I want to watch this movie.” You roll back onto your space on the bed pulling the blanket over you and grabbing the remote.
“Have you ever watched this film?” You look at the start menu shaking your head.
“Nope, I have never watched Percy Jackson and the lightning thief.” You say the name slowly, not sure what you think based on the title.
“You’re going to love it.” He smiles climbing back on the bed next to you pulling the blanket over himself.
“We shall see.” Just as you are about to press play Peter gently hits your arms a few times.
“I know what your name could be!” You smile widely at the excitement on his face.
“Yeah and what's that?”
“Helios, the Greek god of the sun. The sun is fire and you are fire. So helios.” You feel your cheeks hurt from smiling so widely as you watch Peter get all excited.
“I like it.”
“Yes! So helios, when is your next adventure?”
/\/\/\/\
“Hey I’m back.” You smile as Peter walks through the door to the cell that closes behind him, his arms wrapped around a large number of cushions and pillows and by the looks of it an extra blanket.
“I was just about to start the movie without you.” You joke and Peter drops the things in his hands faking hurt.
“You would never.” You chuckle, smiling.
“No I wouldn’t, especially since they are your favourite.” He squints his eyes at you slowly crouching down to pick the things back up.
“Yeah and you probably wouldn’t know how to work that thing anyway since I made it.” He smiles smugly dumping the stuff on the end of the bed starting to organise it so you can both be comfortable.
“I have a request for the next movie night once we’ve watched all of star wars.” Peter settles next to you as you place a few cushions and pillows around you so you can have the utmost comfort.
“Sure what is it?” You smile softly as he looks at you, his brows scrunching at your small silence. “You know you’re going to have to tell me if you want to watch it.”
“Percy Jackson and the lightning thief.”
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