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shittymurderparty · 8 months

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Redacted: [shortly after The Nerd wins, as Screamer guessed, while Redacted is holding a pin] Screamer, you're already in position, you played a great game...

The Screamer: [In sync with Redacted] Yes, yes, I get it! Just get me out of here! GET ME OUT ALREADY!

(Source: Series / Brainsurge, TV Tropes)

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mariegolddoesthings · 2 months

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Next up in my Kpop AU is the Screamer as Jimin! Sassy, timid, and whatever else you call her.

Alt version below:

#the screamer tmp #tmp the screamer #tmp dolls #tmp #tmp2 #trivia murder party #trivia murder party 2 #jackbox #jackbox games #kpop #jackbox au #bts #jimin #park jimin #i am very normal about jackbox

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whocaresifwearecrazy · 7 months

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TRIVIA MURDER PARTY!!!

Wrath

Gluttony

Lust

Envy

Greed

Pride

Despair

Sloth

Red Herring

Alpha

Screamer

Sheriff

Believer

Jester

Lovers

Nerd

#Trivia Murder party #Trivia Murder Party 2 #Alpha #Believer #Despair #Envy #Gluttony #Greed #Jester #Lovers #Lust #Nerd #Pride #Red Herring #Screamer #Sheriff #Sloth #Wrath #Dolls #Jackbox #2:40 pm

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redactedkin · 7 months

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I'm going to present my interpretations of the dolls/avatars little by little lol

hcs/data from them here but also in the alt!! Screamer and Believer :]

Screamer ¡!

(In my interpretation her name is Jazmin)

21 years old

In addition to studying, she works as a babysitter at night

She exercises, runs in the streets between some afternoons

She was kidnapped by [REDACTED] (didn't get 8 players for him second killing wave/TMP 2)

She represents the stereotype of the scared girl in horror movies!

Believer ¡!

(in my interpretation her name is Mary)

35 years

At the age of 20, she left everything and ended up being a nun, running a monastery for years. It is rumored that she entered the monastery mainly because her parents forced her to be "possessed" by something evil.

Has low vision for some unknown reason, so she uses a green cane to indicate that she has low vision

She was kidnapped by [REDACTED] as she is Greed's relative, the two of them do not have a good relationship as cousins.

Represents the religious people from horror movies

If you want to make fanart you have my permission, just please tag me :]

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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Just a Taste

Summary: You and Bucky have a nice routine down: he takes you out to dinner, some dancing, then you lure him upstairs to make you both cum in your pants. But this time, you want a little taste of something new.

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY, minors DNI), making out, dry humping, hand job, blow job, Bucky isn’t a virgin but he’s never gotten a bj before, switch!Bucky, switch!Reader, Reader is a menace but in a good way, mention of fingering and pussy eating, vocal Bucky (he’s a screamer), pet names (I avoid the term ‘doll’ like the plague), fluffy times, and cutie patooties in love.

Word Count: 3,000

A/N: This was supposed to be shorter than it was. But oh well! I was in a dick sucking mood again, and I thought that since I did 40s!Steve, I might as well do 40s!Bucky. Let me know what you think! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated. Send me some horny 40s Bucky thots too, please! Ok! I love you guys!

Kisses💋

—K

It was a routine at this point: Buck would take you out to dinner, some dancing, a stroll through the park on the way home, then you’d lure him upstairs to your apartment to grind on him until you both came in your underwear. So, when you whispered between mind-numbing kisses that Clara and Margaret weren’t home, Bucky immediately knew what you were implying— his dick did too.

The moment the door to your apartment was shut, you were on each other. Your hands in his hair to angle his lips just the right way, his hand on your waist to hold you as close as humanly possible, and one hand holding your leg hiked up around his waist. He had you against the wall, your back pressed into the light floral wallpaper while you devoured his lips just how he likes it. And the hard, throbbing bulge pressing into your core told you that he likes it a lot.

You quiver in his arms when he gently rolls his erection into you, he was still so shy, scared to go too far or move too fast with you. You reward him with a soft moan, and tug his hair teasingly. Bucky grunts at the gentle sting at his scalp, his cock twitching happily, his lips breaking from yours to gasp for air.

“Jesus, Sweetheart,” he rasps out, “you keep that up, this’ll be over sooner than I’d like,” he chuckles and reclaims your lips, sneaking his tongue into your mouth to try and fight for dominance of the kiss. You let him lead for a moment before rolling your hips into his, the sensual grinding of your clothed core against his never failed to leave you both gasping. “Oh fuck, that’s it—so fucking good…”

“My, what a filthy mouth you have, Mr. Barnes,” you tease, “what would your mother think?”

“Please, do not mention my mother right now,” he begs, making you both laugh.

“I’m sorry, Buck, I can take your mind off it,” you smirk and push off the wall, guiding him towards the couch. Bucky eagerly leans into the cushions and pulls you into his lap, sighing contently when you take your place on top of him. Your mouth attaches to his again, this time sloppier. You let your tongue slide against his slowly while your hips begin to move against his. Bucky purrs when you kiss him, the way your tongue swirls around his mouth and the sweet taste of your spit sends his head spinning every time, and he fucking loves it.

The sound of his belt being undone has Bucky’s brain short-circuiting, you were still humping him, his own pace stuttering as his mind tries to catch up with what’s going on. He breaks the kiss to grab your hands gently.

“W-What are you doing?” He practically moans into your mouth. You smirk and bite your lip.

“Nothing you won’t like,” you whisper before kissing his lips and trailing kisses along his jaw and neck, his grip on your hands loosening with each messy kiss. When you find the spot on his neck that makes him shiver, you sink your teeth into it. The action has Bucky’s body jolting with electricity and a desperate need to cum that he can’t ignore any longer. You pull his zipper down, slowly peeling back the layers that separate you from his aching cock. His hands paw at your hips to help ground himself—Bucky wasn’t a virgin, but something about you made it feel like his first time. Each touch, each kiss, each loving word had his stomach filling with butterflies and left him shaking for more.

You trail your kisses lower, dipping your lips down to suck a hickey into his collarbone (just low enough for him to hide behind his shirts). A wicked smirk paints your face when you hear Bucky whimper for you, but you hide it in a sloppy kiss, your hands messing his hair up even more. Bucky smiles and suckles at your tongue, savoring the taste of your mouth like it was his favorite flavor. He feels one of your hands leave their refuge in his hair to slide down his neck, your touch was teasing and feather light as it went lower and lower. His heartbeat quickens when your fingers graze along his chest and abdomen, then your soft hand is slipping into his pants, sneaking under the cotton fabric of his boxers.

“A-Ah!” He shakily gasps, his eyes blown wide as his head tips back to look for God. The feeling of his heavy cock resting in the palm of your hand has you moaning while you watch him. You can’t resist giving his thick girth a gentle squeeze, the action has Bucky twitching and groaning your name in a lusty growl you’d never heard before. He makes the mistake of looking back to you and sees your hand stuffed down his pants, the sight is almost too good to be true.

“Oh fuck,” his voice was breathy and strained as you kiss along his sharp jawline, focusing on his sensitive spot like it was your reason for living. Each throb of his cock in your hand and throaty groan had your neglected pussy weeping for attention. But you could wait until later, you had other plans for tonight.

Carefully, you free his dick from the confines of his black dress pants, noting the relieved sigh that Bucky lets out in your ear. Giving his neck one last peck, you meet Bucky’s dazed eyes with a gentle smile. He curses under his breath, your plump lips were too good for him to resist. You squeak in surprise when he surges forward and smashes your mouths together once more. It was a passionate, feverous kiss, you both moved as if the world existed solely in this kiss.

When the burn in your lungs got too much, you pulled back for air, foreheads resting together as you breathed each other in. You gave him no time to rest as you slowly stroked his cock, dragging your hand across the silky skin of his shaft.

“O-Oh…Oh my god,” Bucky gasps before chuckling at himself. He was wrecked. And this was only from your hand. The power you hold over him should scare him, but the sensual way your hand caresses his manhood has his mind going blank. He cradles you to him, his hips driving upwards into your hand, matching your leisurely pace. There’s a glint in your eye that tells him you were up to something, and fuck, right now, he’d let you do anything you wanted to him.

You lean back a little and still your hand, your head tilted down as you gather the saliva in your mouth to pool on your tongue. Bucky watches as you let a thick string of spit fall from your devious mouth and land on his weeping tip. His jaw flies open as he moans your name in shock, the hot spit coats his shaft as you work it into him, moving your fingers across the sensitive skin to get him nice and wet. You chuckle throatily at his reaction.

“Feel good, Buck?” You bite your lip and look up at him like you didn’t just spit on his cock. He wants to glare at you and say something smart, but then your hand speeds up and his mind is once again wiped clean.

“F-Fucking hell,” he grunts instead, his eyes flutter a little as he basks in the pleasure you graciously give him, listening to the slick sounds of your fist stroking his shaft.

“Take that as a ‘yes,’” you tease and kiss his neck once more, your kisses more aggressive than before, each one accented with a nip of your teeth. Bucky shivers when your lips descend his throat and to his collar bones, but when he feels you sliding out of his lap, his eyes open in confusion.

“What are you doing?” He asks through breathy moans, his hands trying to hold you in place on his lap, but you managed to placate him with a teasing bite to jaw. When you land on your knees in front of him, he can barely contain the excited curse that falls from his lips. “Shit—W-what are you doing?”

“Shhhh, Bucky, it’s ok,” you coo, your free hand stroking his inner thigh to calm him down. You tug at his undone trousers and look up at him through your lashes (you always knew how to get what you wanted from him), “can you take these off for me, baby?”

Bucky has never moved faster in his life. He pushes his trousers and boxers down even lower, letting them pool at his ankles as he waits for your next move. You hum and lick your lips. Slowly, you drag your hand up his inner thigh, your fingertips just grazing his skin. You’d never done this before, but you’d heard a few (graphic) stories from Clara about it and ever since then you couldn’t help but dream about trying it with Bucky. He was always such a gentleman, so kind and loving—you just want to make him feel good.

You feel a lump of nerves catch in your throat but when Bucky’s larger frame shuddered as your thumb swiped over his leaking head any and all worries disappeared. You can feel his icy blue eyes burning holes into your skin, watching and waiting for your next move. With a soft sigh, you bring your lips to his knee, pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin. You move higher and higher, kissing his inner thigh as slow as you could. You could feel the thick muscle tense each time you kissed him, small little whimpers flowed freely from his mouth, his breathing was erratic, and his cock throbbed wildly in your hand.

“Jesuschristjesuschristjesuschrist,” he chanted over and over, his eyes were locked on yours the second you looked up at him, your pretty mouth was dangerously close to his aching dick that was making a mess in your hand. You wink at him and Bucky can’t help but smile bashfully. The smile doesn’t last very long when your hot tongue slides up his inner thigh. “Oh god!”

His hands instinctively clutch your hair and neck, his grip firm but not forcing you anywhere you don’t want to go. You giggle at his reaction and snuggle closer to him, your hand on his cock stopping as you hold eye contact with your lover. Bucky’s legs shake gently as you lean in, your lips getting closer to his leaking tip. Tenderly, you plant a kiss to his head.

“Fuck!” He curses in a whiny voice, fighting to keep his eyes on the scene in front of him. He wanted to burn the image of you between his legs into his eyelids. He never felt anything quite like this. Sure, he’s gotten a hand job from a date or two but no one’s ever used their mouth on him before. He’d heard stories from some of his friends about it, but he was never lucky enough to be on the receiving end of it—until now.

The feeling of his velvety skin on your lips is enchanting, and nearly as intoxicating as the taste of his precum you get when you lick it from your bottom lip. You moan at the taste and immediately swipe your tongue across his tip to collect the pearly beads eagerly. Bucky tosses his head back, his eyes squeezed shut as you lapped at his dick like a kitten. His hips twitched with excitement each time your wet tongue slithered across him, it was turning him into a mess. “Aahh! Ah-hah! Ohhhhh shit!”

“Oh, Bucky, you taste so good,” you mutter softly before wrapping your lips around him, finally taking him into you. Bucky’s jaw drops wide when he feels your hot mouth surround him, his eyes snapping open as his face crumples in euphoria.

“Fucking Jesus Christ!” He bellows, his eyes trained on you as you begin to move, bobbing your head up and down at an eager pace. With each stroke you take more and more of his length into your mouth, mentally reciting the notes that Clara gave you:

Breathe through your nose. You take a deep breath through your nostrils and sink down his shaft even more, his tip breeching your throat. You hear Bucky whimper your name and feel his length flex in your throat.

Suck harder when you pull back. As you lift your head, you hollow your cheeks, sucking as hard as you could around his tip. The reaction you get from him is exactly what you hoped—his eyes roll back in his head and his grip on your hair tightens. “P-Princess!”

Take a break when you need to, but jack him off while you do it. You release him with a slick ‘pop’, gazing up at his wrecked form. You smirked to yourself as you took him in; his skin was dewey with sweat, his hair was a mess, face was flushed and pinched with pleasure, his shirt unbuttoned and his pants around his ankles— God, you wanted to marry this man.

Play with his balls. You sneak your free hand down his shaft, cupping his balls in your palm. The moment Bucky feels your soft hand cradle his sack, he wants to cry. A zap of lightning shoots up his spine when you roll them in your palm, your moments were gentle and tender—which made it all the more sinful. He ruts into your hands, trying to gain more friction as his high begins to build.

“Feelin’ good, Bucky?” You ask sweetly and press a series of kisses to his shaft, starting at the base and going upwards.

“F-Fuck yes! So fucking good, babydoll, makin’ me feel so good,” he growls out as you suckle at his tip again, his hands gripping your hair tightly. Your tongue swirling around the mushroom head has his toes curling and his back arching. “M’close! Gonna cum! Gonna make me cum, Sweetheart!”

At his announcement, you engulf his member once more. Wasting no time, you bob your head as fast as you can, your tongue licking at the veins along his skin while your hands fondled his balls eagerly. Bucky couldn’t resist it any longer, his hips began to thrust, matching your pace stroke for stroke. His thigh muscles shake beside your head, his legs spreading wider in a bid to be deeper inside your hot, wet, throat. The room was filled with the sounds of Bucky’s unending moans and his cock fucking into your mouth in a heated rhythm, the sloppy noises were like music to him.

Moan around him. You draw in a deep breath and take him as deep as you possibly could, your eyes water and spill over but you absolutely love it. With your nose pressing into the patch of dark hair at his groin, you moan as loud as you could around him. The sudden vibrations rattled through his entire body, catching him off guard. With a surprised gasp, he finally releases.

“Fucking—Jesus Christ!” He doubles over as you swallow his load, each contraction of your throat pulls a whimper from the pit of his chest. You feel his cock twitching as each rope fills your mouth, his balls are tense in your hand as you pet him gently, encouraging him to give you more and more.

Swallowing was like second nature to you, and the moment you got a taste of his seed on your tongue, you were hooked on it. Bucky gasped for breath, his eyesight was spotty as his head spun like a top. He collapsed back into the couch with a whiny groan, his hands releasing your head from their death grip. You suckled at his softening cock until he whimpered your name. You opened your watery eyes and slowly pulled off of him, he sighed in relief, his spent cock thudding against his stomach with a wet ‘thwack’.

“Holyyyyy shiiiiiiiit,” he sighed with a dazed chuckle, the dopey smile he wore made you giggle with him. Wiping your mouth clean with the back of your hand, you beam up at your loving boyfriend as he stares back. “Come here, Princess.”

He hauls you into his lap, his arms around your waist to hold you as tightly as his trembling arms could let him. You giggle as he peppers kiss after kiss to any part of your skin he can reach, he mutters ‘I love you’ in between each loving peck. When his lips attach to your swollen ones, he slows down, this kiss is much more loving and meaningful than the rest.

“Thank you,” he whispers against your lips, still a little breathless.

“Was it good?” You ask gently and play with his hair idly, you couldn’t help but wonder. He looks at you in astonishment—his chest rumbling with a deep, oddly possessive groan.

“‘Was it good?’ Are you kidding me? It was fucking amazing, Sweetheart,” he whispers in a husky voice, his hands petting your bare thigh, sneaking up the skirt of your dress. “You’re gonna give me a minute to catch my breath,” he suddenly cups your sopping wet cunt through your ruined panties, his eyes darkening and his voice deepening into a dominant growl, “then I’m gonna eat your pretty pussy until you’re crying. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” you whimper into his ear as you cling to him, his fingers rubbing your weeping entrance through your underwear. “Bucky…”

“Until then,” he pulls your panties to the side and slowly caresses your wet folds, his deep groan matching your high pitched whimper as he feels your bare pussy for the first time, “I’m gonna see how many times I can make you cum on my fingers.”

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shittymurderparty · 2 months

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(The Screamer yanks on handle of car door)

Wrath: Push down on it!

Screamer: What?!

Wrath: Push it down!

Screamer: I am pushing down on it!

Wrath: Push the button!

(Screamer presses her thumb to the keyhole)

Wrath: It looks like you're pushing the keyhole!

Screamer: The what?!

Wrath: There's a button under the handle! Press that in!

Screamer: (pushes button) OK. Now what?

Wrath: Open the FUCKING door!

(Source: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3, the first uncensored use of "fuck" in a Marvel Cinematic Universe film)

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vashatxt · 9 months

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i'm always so fixated on blade being pathetic and dumb for kafka, worshipping the ground she walks on and falling apart at her command that it's taken me THIS long to start thinking about sub!kafka and... god... it's perfect because the former still applies, blade still worships her, he would do anything to make her feel good, and she lets him do his worst.

it's a different kind of trust. maybe she's only like this with blade. he's the only one to get her on her knees, looking up with tears in her eyes, hands obediently folded behind her back and thighs clenching. blade makes her feel small and pretty and fragile, like a doll. blade, who has big rough hands either calloused or bandaged, who wears his years of anguish on his once innocent face, who can make his voice sound so, so harsh, so coarse. even if kafka has to spend time coaxing him or working up his confidence, it's worth it, and she doesn't make him feel embarrassed, because when he sees what he can do to her with just his fingers, his touch and filthy words spilling from his mouth, he's addicted.

maybe this is another way he can gain control over the mara, a way to quell it. maybe even pre-emptively. maybe he can work it out like pent up energy before bed by rawing kafka from behind, his fingers shoved into her mouth to quieten her, because she is SUCH a screamer. she moans and whines and bites at him and gags, they're both messy and overstimulated and when blade spills his load in her cunt he's dizzy and his knees buckle, and kafka is able to vocalise properly again. blade musters up his stamina, cock aching and stomach hollow, exhausted - throwing himself across kafka's body, latching onto one of her nipples and sucking while his hand trails down to her soaking wet pussy; his thumb rubbing rough circles across her clit while he pumps in and out of her with two fingers until she cums, too. all to the soundtrack of her crying his name, and the pain of her nails digging into his skin.

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k1stune · 7 months

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Hey my first animation with ToonSquid

I still need to get the bang of it but it’s really fun

#jackbox games #jackbox #trivia murder party #trivia murder party 2 #tmp screamer #tmp2 #tmp dolls #tmp #my art #digital art #my artwork

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lovelymessybubbly · 1 year

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I hope I didn’t miss the deadline for the event! If I didn’t, may I please request zenitsu getting wrecked?

spiders ahead !!

"this is my blood demon art: tickle attack !!"

weheh, he is suuuuch a sweet doll !! (*¯ ³¯*)♡ i think we can all agree that zenistu-kun would totally be a screamer while tickled, right ?? so dramatic ! but, if he is really sooooo ticklish, i guess it cannot be helped (☆ω☆)

an adorable and ticklish swordsman caught helplessly in my web... what more could a demon egg want ???

i hope you enjoy !! thank you so much for your continued support !!

#tamabijutsu #tickling #deviled egg #demon slayer tickling #ticklish!zenitsu #lee!zenitsu #get em tama!!

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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18+ minors dni

I love this, this is the cutest thing ever @elle14-blog1

Sam, Steve, Bucky and you were lounging around the living room, a movie playing mindlessly in the background while you had a few beers and snacks laid out on the table. It wasn’t often you all got time off together, nothing beat doing absolutely nothing after weeks of chaos.

You took a swing of your beer, popping a few chips into your mouth while Steve was talking about adventures he had with Bucky from the 40′s, the conversation now moving to just how much of a ladies man the Sergeant was. Bucky had no idea how the conversation detailed here but he was sweating buckets at this point, wishing he could put a muzzle on Steve.

“He used to have a new dame each week, the uniform really did a number for him. He’d take them dancing every night and if they were lucky then...”

“Really?” You sat up, grinning with your curiosity piqued. It was rare you got to hear about Bucky from the 40′s, mostly because he was too shy to say anything in the first place. You’d just started dating and while he was opening up a little, he didn’t tell you much about what he was like when he was younger.

“Mhm, he’d even make the quietest, shy girls fall for him like it was nothing”

Bucky sat wide eyed, staring daggers into Steve who continued to add frilly details to all the stories, loving how his friend was squirming in his seat. The worst part was Bucky couldn’t even gauge what your thoughts were, sure you were laughing on the outside but for fucks sake you probably thought he was a filthy little man whore.

“Such a charmer, I remember we had this one neighbor-

“I think you remembered wrong punk” Bucky hissed though gritted teeth while Steve snorted, deciding to add another dash of sprinkles to his stories.

“No, I definitely remembered correctly, your ma caught you sneaking back in the house through the window with the most colorful looking neck” Bucky groaned, sinking in his seat, burying his face in his hands while Sam cackled, adding to the mix just to make Bucky more flustered.

“The ladies used to call him Sergeant Screamer cause he made the ladies scream with his super co-

“You weren’t even there Wilson!” Bucky chucked a pillow at Sam, while Steve burst out laughing. Bucky nervously glanced over to you, you were giggling, but there was no way you’d still want to be with him after this.

A few hours later

Steve and Sam had gone to sleep while you were still lounging on the couch with Bucky, the both of you scrolling through your phones. You were tucked by his side, happily snuggled into his warmth while Bucky shifted nervously, unsure about what you were thinking.

“Y’know, I wasn’t that much of a ladies man” Bucky whispered, his cheeks blushing, fidgeting with his fingers. “I-I only took a few girls out dancing sometimes, but nothing else”

“You sure Buck?” You giggled looking at your shy boyfriend nervously peek down at you. Bucky nodded, his innocent puppy eyes pleading with you to believe him. “Hmm, I was hoping you could have showed me a snippet from all those stories Steve was talking about Sergeant Screamer” You grinned, playfully nudging him. Bucky’s eyes darkened, his nervous fidgeting melting away, a devilish smirk curving on his lips.

You gasped, feeling his metal arm moving to grip your waist, pulling you close to him, his lips brushing against your skin, nipping your ear lobe.

“Careful doll, you sure you want me to make you scream tonight?”

Your eyes are wide at his sudden change in demeanor, he may have been known as a ladies man before but no one but you had seen this side of Bucky. You nodded, whimpering when he pulled you onto his lap with ease.

“Use your words doll”

“Yes”

Bucky cocked an eyebrow, while you shyly bit your lip, hiding your face in his neck.

“Yes daddy”