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MCU Masterlist II

check out my part I if you haven’t already!

Bucky Barnes

SMUT 👅

Princess

Raw

Intentional

Size

Spaghetti

Briefing

Unfortunately Yours

Motivation

Comfort

3 AM

Belong

Positions

Pass Out

Bucky’s Pastries

Been Like This

Overstimulated

Nothing Wrong With You

Under the Table

Trainer Bucky

Friendly Neighbourhood Mafia Boss

Brat

Empty

His Love

On My Tongue

No Escape

Just a Scratch

It All Belongs to You

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Shaky

Stress

Move Out of My Way

Sweeter Than Sugar

Top of His List

Perfect, Doll

Understudy

Obsession

Caged Bird

Around Your Finger

Who Made You Cry?

My Girl

I Love You to the Moon and Back

Stucky x Reader

SMUT 👅

Snakes and Ladders

Mafia Men

Mafia

Pretty Boy

Perfect

Let Us Take Care of You

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Flinch

You Are My Homeland

Our Girl

No Control

Steve Rogers

SMUT 👅

I’m Not Finished Yet

Exhibitionism

Birthday Wake Up

Meetings

Goddess of Worthy (ft. Thor)

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Happy to See You

Clingy

Comfort

Nightmare Barns

Andy Barber

SMUT 👅

Good Behaviour

Anonymous

Look, Don’t Touch

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Necessary Arrangements

Good Little Wife

Ari Levinson

SMUT 👅

Punishment

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Loki

SMUT 👅

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Bad Days

where in the hell did you find that

summary: you and eddie have secretly been hooking up and of course, dustin and steve get suspicious that you are hiding something and completely invade your privacy to reveal your secret <3

prompts: “i don’t remember that, that doesn’t sound like me” & “recognize this?” “where in the hell did you find that?”

warnings: mentions of sex, make out sesh, language, not proof read!

*this has been one of my faves to write so far!!!*

——–

You started hooking up with Eddie Munson behind your friends backs two months ago, and they were starting to suspect you were hiding something from them. You never thought you’d be in a relationship like this with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, but when you got paired together for an English project, and he started looking a little too hot, you couldn’t resist.

It wasn’t a classic friends with benefits thing. You had clothes and other miscellaneous belongings at each others houses, and Eddie even brought you lunch and dinner occasionally and you would just talk about life. It wasn’t a dating-type thing, but whatever it was, it worked for the both of you.

Your friends started suspecting you were hiding something a couple of weeks ago, more specifically, nosey ass Dustin and Steve. You were going to meet Eddie for a much-needed night together, and apparently, you looked too happy. It made it more suspicious to them when you wouldn’t say where you were going. You said it was none of their damn business and walked out of Family Video. Not your best coverup.

You were currently laying on Eddie’s couch, only in a bra and underwear, blanket over you, while Eddie was making breakfast in the kitchen, only in his underwear. You smiled at him as you watched him make pancakes, surprisingly good at doing so. He looked up, noticing you staring.

“What?” He questioned, smiling.

“Nothing.” You looked away and stared at the TV. “Wanna watch a movie tonight?”

“Let me guess, 'Sixteen Candles’?”

“Shut up.” You told Eddie, laughing and throwing a pillow at him as he walked over to you. He moved the blanket off of you, wrapping it around his back, then laying on top of you. He placed a hungry kiss on your lips.

“I’m surprised you want to go to Family Video with the way those idiots have been hounding you about your secret double life.” Eddie joked. He placed his elbows on the side of you, rubbing your face and playing with your hair with his hands.

“They think I’m hooking up with some mystery college guy. That doesn’t even sound like something I’d do. They’re so dumb.” You said.

“And hooking up with the school’s biggest freak does?” Eddie questioned.

“That’s not what I meant. And I didn’t think we were only hooking up. It doesn’t feel like that’s all this is. If it was, you wouldn’t be making me breakfast or caressing me right now.” You pointed out. Eddie nodded his head, agreeing.

“When you put it that way, I guess you’re right,” Eddie said, kissing your forehead.

“Why, do you only consider us to be fuck buddies?” You were confused and truly hoping he didn’t think that. You shifted, trying to get up. Eddie moved immediately and let you sit up, grabbing the blanket from him.

“Oh my gosh, no, Y/N! I feel the same way you do! I’m sorry, I didn’t phrase that right I guess.” Eddie pulled you on top of him, he peppered you with kisses all over. You giggled and put your lips on his.

“I’m sorry. You know how I am. Queen of overthinking. Can we just eat pancakes now?” You snuggled into his chest, wrapping your arms and legs around his body. He swiftly picked you up, carrying you to the counter and placing you on it. You giggled and smiled the whole time. He hand-fed you a pancake, smiling like an idiot while doing so. Eddie was completely and utterly whipped. Especially after knowing you didn’t consider your relationship just hooking up. How could you keep getting more perfect?

—-

“Hey, Hair! Can I have 'Sixteen Candles’?” You greeted Steve, him rolling his eyes at your nickname for him.

“Again?” He questioned.

“Not you too.” You slipped out.

“Who else makes fun of you for loving that movie?” Steve inquired.

“My mom does, constantly.” You covered.

“Sure.” Steve gave you a suspicious look and got the movie for you. Before you thought you were in the clear, Dustin came into the store. You groaned quietly, not wanting to hear about your secret life. If only he knew it was with his D&D leader and role model.

“Y/N!” Dustin gave you a side hug. “What have you been up to?” He questioned.

“Nothing much, just enjoying my Saturday. I’m going to watch my favorite movie later with some friends.” You told the young boy. “What about you Dusty-bun?” You asked.

“I just invited the Hellfire gang over to hang out tonight at my house, so I’m getting some horror flicks!” Dustin said, excitement in his voice. You lifted your eyebrows.

“Everyone is going?” You questioned.

“Yeah! You can come too if you want, and you too Steve! But I know you think we are a bunch of nerds.”

“Indeed Henderson,” Steve added, handing you your movie.

“Thanks.” You said quietly. “As for tonight, I’ll let you nerds have a night to yourselves. I’ll see you two later.” You quickly left the store, rushing back to Eddie’s. Leave it to Dustin to ruin your movie night.

When you pulled up to his trailer, Eddie was outside, sitting on the steps.

“Hey, I’ve been waiting for you!” Eddie told you, getting up.

“To tell me that Dustin asked you to hang out and so you’re ditching me?” You laughed.

“You’re not mad?” Eddie pulled you to him, kissing your lips lightly.

“No. I know how much he means to you. You can just come by my house afterward.”

“Sounds like a plan gorgeous.”

——-

It hit ten o'clock when all of the Hellfire members left Dustin’s, leaving him, Steve, and Eddie alone. Yes, Steve showed up after Dustin’s begging.

“Did Y/N seem off to you today? She got weird when you said your nerds were coming over here.” Steve asked Dustin. Eddie flipping him off.

“She’s been weird the last couple of months, dude. She sneaks off at school and on the weekends especially. But yeah, you’re right. Every time Hellfire comes up she gets weird.” Dustin agreed.

“Maybe Eddie scares her,” Steve said, laughing. Eddie sarcastically laughed at the statement. Knowing he very much does not scare you…

“We should go check on her. See what’s up.” Dustin said.

“Maybe she just wants some privacy? You two are so fucking nosey.” Eddie told the pair. Steve and Dustin looked at him with blank stares.

“Are you coming or what?”

The three boys hopped in Steve’s car and drove to your house. Eddie couldn’t let them harass you with questions without him there. Luckily, he remembered that your parents went out of town this weekend.

When they got there, you were startled by the headlights but assumed it was just Eddie. When you answered the door and saw Steve and Dustin looking back at you, Eddie behind them, you were very confused.

“Why are you two here?”

“Don’t you mean to ask why the three of us are here?” Dustin picked up on your slip-up immediately.

“I didn’t even see Eddie, sorry.”

“Sure.”

The three boys made their way in, heading towards your room. You prayed there wasn’t anything of Eddie’s visible.

“We wanted to see how you’re doing. We’re worried about you.” Steve explained.

“Seriously? You guys need to stop with that. I am fine!”

“Well just to be sure, let’s watch 'Sixteen Candles’! Even though you probably just got done watching it with friends, right?” Dustin questioned. Gosh, this boy was good.

“They actually canceled. I’ll go make popcorn.”

“I’ll help get drinks.” Eddie followed you out of the room, into the kitchen.

“What the fuck, Eddie?” You whispered.

“They’re mentally deranged! There was no stopping them!” He whisper-yelled back. You took the popcorn out of the microwave and the two of you made your way back to your room. When you entered, Steve and Dustin stood there with huge smirks on their faces.

“What is up with you two?” You questioned. The pair looked at each other and smiled. Dustin suddenly moved his hidden hand out from behind his back, holding a shirt up in the air. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Recognize this?” It was Eddie’s shirt. Then, Steve held up a polaroid picture of you and Eddie that you took one night while the two of you were very drunk and very naked. Luckily, the photo didn’t show anything.

“Where in the hell did you find that?!” You practically screamed.

“We looked through your dresser,” Dustin said as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“What the fuck?! You two are insane!” You yelled at the pair. You ripped the shirt and photo out of their hands and hid them away once again.

“Let’s move on to the bigger picture… YOU AND EDDIE?!” Dustin yelled. “I repeat, YOU AND EDDIE?!”

“So what?!”

“It’s Eddie!” Steve argued.

“And?”

“I should’ve known. The first time you saw him at school you mumbled that he could fuck you any time of day.” Dustin told the group.

“I don’t remember that, that doesn’t sound like me.” You said, sheepishly. Kind of embarrassed that Dustin heard you say that, and that he just told Eddie and Steve.

“Yeah, it doesn’t. Which is why I’m very confused.” Steve added.

“Will you two please leave? You’ve done enough for today, thank you. And never go through my shit again. That is so weird.” You told the pair, shaking your head. Dustin had his head down and apologized on his way out, while Steve was glaring at Eddie. When you finally heard the car drive away, you sunk down on the floor, laying there like a dead body.

“I don’t know if I should be utterly pissed or relieved.” You told Eddie.

“I know right. Gosh, I hate them sometimes.” Eddie laid on the floor next to you, planting kisses on your face. “So…” Eddie started.

“So?”

“Since they know we… Can I take you out sometime? Not that I don’t love our dinners and stuff, but I’d like to make this official… if you want…” You smiled at Eddie’s words, sitting up immediately.

“You mean it?” Eddie sat up and pulled you closer to him.

“Of course I do. I don’t know if you are aware, but I’m kinda crazy about you. And I would gladly fuck you any time of the day.” Eddie smirked. You got red in the face.

“I’m kinda crazy about you too.” You replied, kissing Eddie.

“Tomorrow we should go into Family Video making out or something, completely making them regret looking through your stuff,” Eddie said, making you laugh.

“Oh, abso-fucking-lutely.”

—–

i really hope yall loved this as much as i do!!!! 

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           𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕

summary ─ an eye contact. dogs. sunset. cool drink offer. comfy bed. 

pairing ─ rich!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, light dirty talk, pet names, kissing, making out, semi-public sex, summer fling, attraction at first sight (pun intended), slightly grumpy!bucky, and slightly sunshine!reader, bucky’s huge (a reminder), protected sex, bucky is a softie alright

a/n ─ hello!! i’m back with a new series (watch me abandon it lmao). i don’t have any memories of writing this so pls excuse all the mistakes. hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank you <333

The sun was burning his skin for the past two hours as he laid beneath it, on the hot sand with only a thin towel separating them. His hair was down, fanned out on the small pillow he made out of his t-shirts. He had his sunglasses on a couple hours ago, but he ditched in order to get a proper tan on his face. His skin smelled vaguely of sunscreen, salty ocean water and something so unique to him. His muscled, long and thick legs were extended in front of him, his shorts coming down to only two fingers above his knees.

He felt peaceful laying under the sun like that.

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Stay A While?

-----pairing: neighbour!Bucky x reader

Summary: Living with your family in Brooklyn, a few years prior a man named Bucky moved back home and in next door to you. He lived alone and had no family besides his friend Sam’s family but as they lived quite a distance away, he would spend holidays and events with you and your family. You had always found him attractive and would spend almost all of your free time over at his place. It was summer vacation and your family was taking a vacation to visit relatives but you chose to stay behind… and alone with one James Buchanan Barnes.

A/N: This fic was inspired by ‘Crave’ by @bonky-n-steeb, which can be found HERE. I also think that this might be my dirtiest fic yet and I am living for it.

Warnings: unprotected sex, insemination, pet names (doll, hon), orgasm control, alcohol, couch sex, cockwarming

You stand from your seat on the couch in your living room and turn off the TV. Your family has been gone only 4 days and you’re already bored out of your mind and you’ve done practically everything there is to do; baking, cleaning, crafts, rearranging, home workouts, all of it.

After standing meaninglessly in the middle of your living room thinking for a moment, you realize that there’s one last thing to do that you’d completely forgotten about: Bucky.

You hurry upstairs and freshen up, change, and neaten your appearance before running back down the stairs and out the door, headed to Bucky’s place.

You open the unlocked front door and step inside. You are immediately engulfed into the comforting atmosphere of Bucky’s house: warm 40s records playing from the kitchen, shaded lamps lighting up the rooms rather than white LED bulbs, and light browns and pale beiges colouring the furniture and walls.

“Buck? It’s Y/N!” you call out, making your presence known.

“Upstairs,” he replies from the floor above you.

You head up the hardwood stairs and, at the top, you see into Bucky’s bedroom at the end of the hall. You can’t help but take an eyeful of the shirtless, wet-haired super-soldier standing 18 feet away from you as you freeze at the top of the stairs. It feels wrong to be eyeing your neighbour this way but you can’t seem to peel your eyes off of the sight.

He drapes a light grey t-shirt over his shoulders before turning toward you and pulling it the rest of the way down.

“Like what you see?” he jokes as he brushes past you down the stairs.

You want to say yes, absolutely yes, but you know you won’t. So, you follow his path down the stairs a few moments after him, flustered.

You follow him into the kitchen as he pours himself a glass of whiskey.

“Want a drink?” he asks.

“Sure,” you respond, sitting opposite of him on a stool behind the counter.

He pours you a glass of the amber and slides it across the island to you as he leans his forearms on the edge.

“So, what do you want to do?” he asks, studying your face.

‘Fuck you Bucky. I wanna ride that super-soldier serum out of you drop by drop.’ you think to yourself, cheeks burning as he stares into your averted eyes. You take a moderate sip of the tingly liquid and place it back down before responding; “Have you seen Hamilton?” you ask after a brief pause.

“Yeah. Sam’s nephews made me watch it about six times before they got tired of it. Only took a week.”, he responds with small sarcasm.

“Well… do you wanna watch it?” you ask cautiously.

He raises an eyebrow before shaking his head.

“Sure, why not,” he responds with a small smile.

You can’t help but smile, too. A friend of yours had sent you some tracks from the Hamilton soundtrack and got you hooked on them a while back, just before Bucky moved in.

“What time is it?” he asks and nods to your pocket.

You pull your phone from your back pocket and check the time.

“10:37,” you respond.

He raises an eyebrow.

“Almost 11? It looks like 8!” he exclaims as you both look out the kitchen window just above the stainless-steel sink.

“The sun rises late in fall, genius. I thought you said you grew up here?” you say, tauntingly, as you stand from the stool and wander off into the living room. Bucky follows you across the floor.

“First of all, the sun set differently 70-something years ago, alright? Other than missions I didn’t get to see sunsets. I was locked in a damn freezer.” he retaliates, mocking his trauma as he takes another gulp from his patterned glass.

You set your glass on the coffee table in front of the couch and turn on the TV. He sinks into the couch on your left and places his glass next to yours. You put Hamilton on pause before rushing back into the kitchen to grab the rest of the bottle of Bucky’s whiskey.

“Really?” he asks with a monotone voice as you set it on the coffee table between the glasses.

“Why not,” you shrug before pressing play on the remote.

The first track plays and you curl up into the middle of the couch, tucking your knees up beside you.

—

As one of the tracks is performed on the screen, you can’t help but think about Bucky’s history as you process the lines. You look across the couch at the man watching the play intently, clearly relaxed and comfortable with the presences around him.

You again can’t seem to take your eyes off of him, admiring his blue eyes flicking around the screen as he watches the cast’s movements, admiring the dip in his cheek where he chews the inside of his mouth subconsciously.

You feel warm inside at the sight of him in such a natural, content state just down the couch from you.

Further lyrics provoke thought in you as you admire Bucky. The idea of shooting your shot with your neighbour pulses throughout your mind and you can’t help but shift in your spot.

Apparently, it’s enough movement to pique Bucky’s interest and he looks toward you.

“You alright?” he asks, dipping his brows.

“Yeah, why?” you flush as you realize how much you’d been moving.

“No reason.” He responds, hesitantly turning back to the TV.

You finally make up your mind.

Fuck it.

Moving closer to Bucky on the couch, you start to involve yourself more in his presence. As you sit next to him, you drop your head onto his broad shoulder; it isn’t abnormal of you, you do it all the time.

You continue watching the play— well, he does all the while you’re too busy in your head mapping out further actions.

You bend forward and grab the glasses from the coffee table, passing him his. As you retract your hand from his glass once he’s grabbed it, you subtly brush the side of your hand across his inner thigh. He sharply inhales from the contact, barely noticeable, but lucky for you, you noticed.

For the next twenty-or-so minutes, you make subtle movements to diverge Bucky’s attention. You would press the side of your hip into his thigh, fidget mesmerizingly with your fingers, and rest your head on his shoulder so he could just barely feel your breath fanning down the side of his neck.

Apparently, he’d caught on, because he began to do the same to you: brushing his hand across your lower back while reaching for the remote beside you to alter the volume, passing his pinky and ring fingers down your thigh while reaching for his drink, etc.

You get nothing if you wait for it, wait for it, wait

You look up to him through the corner of your eye only to see him already staring down at you. He places his right hand on your jaw and leans down the short distance to your lips, kissing you once, slowly. Your faces part after a quick moment and you both look in different directions.

“I’ve been waiting a while for that,” he states.

Silence.

“That was wrong,” you add as you fully process what just happened before shuffling into the back of the couch, not moving away from Bucky, just backward. He sighs and lets his head fall back, face scrunched into a sour canvas of regret. You two sit there for a moment as you think. “I never said I didn’t like it,” you speak into the quiet musical atmosphere.

Non-stop!

Bucky quickly swings his head back to face you and scans over your suggestive expression before reattaching your lips. You deepen the kiss by climbing over him and straddling his lap— slightly grinding onto his crotch. He holds your waist, pulling you closer to himself and toys with the hem of your shirt. Your movement stutters for a moment but then you lift the shirt over your head and toss it across the couch. Bucky eyes the flesh displayed by the push-up of your bra and runs his hand up and down your back slowly, gently pushing you back down to his face. He kisses from your lips, down your jawline, to your neck, across your collarbone, and eventually leaves a combination of light and dark hickeys spread across your chest.

He stands from the couch, holding you around his waist by the thighs and still attached via the kiss, and places you on your back along the couch. He hovers over you for a brief second before standing all the way up and peeling the fresh shirt off of himself. He climbs onto the couch on his knees and parts your legs before crawling between them and kissing you once again. He squeezes your thigh tightly as he makes out with you, not wanting you to go anywhere. You reach down and try to wiggle yourself out of your jeans but can only reach so far. He notices and pulls them down your legs with one hand, pulling one pant leg at a time. When he gets them to your ankles, you kick them off and they join the party of clothing at the other end of the couch. The kissing seems endless so to get a small break, you pull at the waist of his dark-washed jeans. He stands and pulls them off to reveal his previously hidden very hard, very large dick pitching a tent in his grey boxers. You chuckle in surprise, raising your eyebrows as you imagine the many things he could do to you.

“What? You’ve never seen a real man’s cock before?” he asks tauntingly, a massive smirk plastered on his face as he looks you in the eyes and lowers himself back between your legs— back to your lips.

Helpless

He lifts himself up and pushes himself backward along the couch, ending up at his final destination: between your legs. You lift your hips from the cushion for him and he slowly pulls your underwear off, keeping eye contact with him. You feel your cheeks burn a hot rod red as he eyes your heat, his pupils outweighing the blue of his eyes.

Once your underwear are all the way off, he wastes no time in getting to taste you. The second he is able to get back between your legs, his mouth is eating you out like it’s his last meal ever or his first in ages. The lewd sounds alone are enough to make you wanna cum + his occasional groans and constant squeezing of your thighs = you, a hot, moaning, squirming mess.

Your closed fists pull on his dark hair harder and harder as you get closer and closer which doesn’t take long.

Barnes works quickly and efficiently.

He laps his spit mixed with your arousal out from your lips like an animal, bringing you to a fast closing. With the harsh flicking of his tongue against your clit and the pressure of his middle finger up against your front wall, you feel your body convulse as if you’d just lost all control of it and stars form behind your eyelids. Bucky doesn’t slow or pause, though. He keeps working you overtime to make sure you’re absolutely empty for him.

He resurfaces to your face, dragging his Vibranium arm along behind himself, up across your heat and all along your stomach, giving you chills. He kisses you deeply and you taste yourself on him which was something you’d only ever imagined in wet dreams of him. You glide your hands down his abs and pull his boxers to his thighs. He takes them the rest of the way and you both sit in anticipation for a moment watching the precum leak from his tip and roll down the side. You sit up a bit and remove your bra, laying back down, flat on your back.

He takes in an absolute eyeful of your boobs and then lines himself up with you. He stares intensely into your eyes before speaking:

“Are you absolutely sure you wanna do this? It’s not just something we can undo, y’know,” he mutters, so close to your face that you can feel his eyelashes blow small, soft breezes onto your skin every time he blinks.

“Ab-so-lute-ly, Barnes,” you state cheekily as you sneak your hand around his length, softly gliding your thumb around his tip, evenly spreading his precum around.

He shudders at the feeling and wraps his hand around your closed hand and pushes himself into you slowly. Your mouth stays open at the feeling of the stretch but no sound comes out. Once he is all the way in, he keeps your hands together, interlacing your fingers and pressing your hands into the couch right beside your head. You let out occasional breathy moans as he pushes his hips into yours over and over, so far in that his pubic bone presses into your clit. When you let out one particularly voiced moan, his hips stutter as you tighten around him.

“God, you’re tight,” he chuckles, giving you butterflies and making your cheeks flush.

“Been some time,” you respond with a small awkward smile.

“Me too, give or take 70 years,” he jokes.

You both giggle. When he first moved in, he was relatively closed off but friendly. Once you started to make conversation with him and open up to him, he began to do the same. You eventually became sort of therapists for one another— he trusted you a lot. He lowers himself onto you so that you’re chest to chest, holding his weight on his right forearm, also placed beside you.

He takes his time with you and moves at a moderate-to-slow pace, pulling almost all the way out and pushing in as far as your cervix will let him. You arch your back off of the couch as you revel in the feeling of his dick stretching you around him and pressing up on your cervix with every thrust.

“Bucky, faster…” you moan out quietly.

He smirks up at you and begins to pick up his pace, keeping his thrusts deep and drawn-out. He lifts his torso back up off of you and holds himself up on your interlaced hands as he grabs your right hip. His fingertips press into your skin gently, pressing harder and harder as time goes on. He doesn’t try to hide his moans— he trusts you, plus every time he moans, you tighten around him.

You rock your hips against his in anticipation for your highly needed orgasm and he picks up the pace once again. He tilts his head down to watch the way your lips tuck with every push into you. He moans out when you tighten yourself around him to get his attention. He looks up at you with hooded eyes mostly made up of the black of his pupils and only small rings of ashy blue.

“Let’s flip,” you say with a smirk on your face, knowing he’ll comply. His mouth falls open as he pulls out of you and for a brief second gets to see the way your slick shines as small amounts of it leak from you. You stand from the couch and move to the middle while Bucky pushes himself up against the armrest on his back. You climb back onto the couch on one knee, supporting yourself from the ground with your other leg, and grab his wet cock in your hand, stroking it as you position yourself. You lower yourself closer to him and rub his tip along your heat, pushing it around, through your lips. You watch his face as he furrows his eyebrows and purses his lips in restraint, watching what you’re doing to him with a heavy glare.

After you’ve had enough with the teasing, you slowly start to lower yourself onto him, stopping after every short distance to pull him back out and start over until you hit the bottom. Once he is all the way in you, it feels much deeper than before and his face relaxes in relief but his eyebrows stay furrowed and the wrinkle between his brows remains. He puts his hands on your hips and guides you up and down his thick length, feeling your tight rim, smooth walls, and the pressure of your cervix into his tip welcome him every time. He makes mental notes of how it feels to be inside of you while you just take in the sight below you. You move a hand down south and begin to rub back and forth against your clit, eyes and head rolling back as you do so. You feel your high approaching quickly and start to move both your fingers and your body faster before you feel the cold metal of Bucky’s left hand pulling your hand away from yourself.

You open your eyes and retreat your head to face him but before you can process it, his thumb begins flicking your clit incredibly forcefully and fast. You cry out at the sensation— so overwhelming but so great— and feel Bucky twitch inside of you. He pushes your hips forward and inserts a finger into you in front of his cock, stretching you to a burning feeling. You want him to ditch the finger and stick to only the dick but before you know it, he’s moving his fingers and dick at the same time and you can’t help but feel like you’re floating in euphoria. Bucky removes the finger, slightly disappointing you. Then, he grabs your thigh on the couch and holds you in place, using his other 4 metal fingers to hold your hip on the opposite side of your body in place as well, still toying with your clit.

You look down at him through teary eyes to see him with wide eyes and a proud face like a kid in a candy store.

“Buck…”, you begin before being cut off by a wave of pressure into your abdomen.

You double over onto bucky, resting your forehead on his as he pounds into you from below deep, fast, and hard. You both watch from above as your fluids drip down onto him while he rearranges your guts.

“Buck! I’m gonna cum…” you cry, then weep to him, gripping his shoulders like your life depended on it.

“Hang on to it for me, alright, doll? I just need you to hang on…” he says nearly out of breath.

You find yourself at a loss and almost unable to hold it back anymore, a tear rolling down your cheek and onto his face.

“Bucky!” you whine.

His face scrunches up, then relaxes as he moans loudly, looking back at the mess you’re making on him.

“Now, hon” he permits. He puts more pressure onto your clit and picks up the pace, sending you over the edge. You arch your back, digging your fingernails into his shoulder blades and rocking your hips as your high begins. “That’s it, cum for me. I’ve got you…” he reassures, intensifying your orgasm. You moan out into the closed pocket of air between you and Bucky’s chests as you press your forehead to his chin. “Give it all to me. You’re okay,” he says into the top of your head.

Your high begins to come down but just before you finish, Bucky lets out a loud, stuttered groan as you feel the tickle and warmth of his cum shooting into your abdomen as he continues to fuck you from below. You feel another orgasm come up and you still haven’t even finished the first yet.

“Bucky!” you yell out as you push your hips down onto him, breaking the restraint of Bucky’s hands on your hips. You press your hips up and down onto him as he meets your movements. You press your mouths together and tongue at each other's throats as you finish your orgasms at the same time. Once you’ve both finished, the kiss melts into a much less intense one as you lift yourself off of Bucky’s dick. It falls between his legs and you move up to sit on his lower abdomen and lay on his chest. You lay there together with your eyes closed as you listen to the music play from the TV and Bucky strokes your back with his fingertips while you play with his hair gently in one hand. He can feel his cum slowly dripping out of you and onto his abdomen.

“Stay a while?” Bucky requests.

words to use when writing

Appetite:

craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal

Arouse:

agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

Assault:

attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound

Beautiful: 

admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting

Brutal:

atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild

Burly:

able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed

Carnal:

animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean

Dangerous:

alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous

Dark:

atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched

Delicious:

enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty

Ecstasy:

delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled

Ecstatic:

delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild

Erotic:

amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing

Gasp:

catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded 

Heated:

ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous

Hunger:

appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst

Hungry:

avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting

Intense:

forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous

Liquid:

damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping

Lithe:

agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry

Moan:

beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl

Moving:

(exciting,) affecting, effective  arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling

Need:

compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen

Pain: 

ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart

Painful:

aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded

Perverted: 

aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile 

Pleasurable:

charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent

Pleasure:

bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven 

Rapacious:

avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering

Rapture:

bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy

Rigid:

adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering

Sudden:

abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning

Thrust:

(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel

(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick

Thunder-struck:

amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback 

Torment:

agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe

Touch:

(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap 

(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize

Wet:

bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water

Wicked:

abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched

Writhe: 

agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank 

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can i request a drunk sex with bucky please 👀 with him being dominating and rough towards the reader with some dirty talk or even choking kink 👀👀 thank you

This request has been sitting in my asks for a hot minute and it’s a crime really. I LOVE this. Thank you, anon😫 I’ve missed doing requests sooo much. I forgot how fun they are. Hopefully, I can get to the rest soon so I can open them back up🙈❤️

word count: 3.1k

warnings: smut, angst, use of alcohol, rough sex, dirty talk, choking, breeding kink 

tags: @meetmeatyourworst @greeneyedblondie44 @harrysthiccthighss @sparksforkoo @bemine-bucky @thewritingdoll @buckydaddy @buckysboobs @hallecarey1 @la-cey, @noorreads @floral-recs @ofherscarlettwitchways

You find yourself in Bucky’s practically bare apartment. Your skin is warm while your eyes swim. He broke out the alcohol to talk over. Catch up and whatnot. But, what started out as a few drinks and light hearted story telling quickly turned into something you knew you both couldn’t avoid for much longer.

As you sit at the small kitchen table, you can feel the frustration, the sadness that hangs between where you sit and the man across from you. Alcohol tends to do that. Makes you bare and open to conversations you most certainly shouldn’t be having while inebriated.

“Where did we go wrong?”

Bucky’s voice is thick, somewhat slurred. A mixture of hurt and the brown liquid he swirls in his glass. Where did you guys go wrong? He genuinely loved you. You loved him. The relationship was full of passion and adventure. It was bliss. Until one day, it wasn’t.

He became distant while you struggled to help him. How could you help someone who didn’t want to help themselves? You suggested he see a therapist, someone who can aid his damaged mind. He blew up. He couldn’t fathom that you’d say such a thing to him. 

It was a mutual breakup. It was clear that it just wasn’t the right time for either of you. You thought a mutual agreement to end things would be easy to move on from. You were so wrong. So, so wrong because he plagues your thoughts day in and day out.

Bucky Barnes is beautiful. His choppy brown hair with those deep, brooding blue eyes is something to be envied. His tiny nose and dimpled chin top everything off perfectly. And that mouth. God, that mouth. His lips are plump with straight teeth hidden behind them. The body he carries is sculpted with ridges and dips that look as if they were carved. Even the scars that surround his vibranium shoulder are laced with an intricate beauty.

He’s caring, smart, and passionate. But, behind all the good that is utterly James is someone who gets sad, angry, paranoid. He’s never been open about his past, but whatever he went through, it clearly fucked him up more than he’ll ever be willing to admit. 

“I’m not sure, Buck.”

“You think you’d ever give us a shot again?”

His eyes are glassy. Full of hope as he looks at you. Clearly he’s thought about this more than once. It makes your heart clench. You don’t know. You can’t possibly know at this moment in time because your mind is foggy and it’s all just too much. 

“Bucky, we should have this talk another time. Maybe when we're sober.” You stand, swaying a bit before searching for your phone in your purse. “I’ll get an Uber. Thank you for the nice evening.”

Before you can even pull up the app, his hand gently takes your phone to place it on the table. Bucky’s standing above you now. Close enough to where his cologne attacks your smell and makes you even more light headed. How you’ve missed his towering body and woodsy scent.

His palm covers your cheek as he angles your head back to look at your face.

“Stay,” he whispers. It’s a simple request. Sleep it off with him. You just can’t get yourself to. You’ve gone this long without seeing him. You can’t afford to screw up your progress. 

Progress. That makes you giggle inside because have you truly made any progress when he’s still all you think about? All you fantasize about on all those lonely nights under the sheets? 

“Stay.” He says again, bending down to trace his nose along yours. You let him, even lean into the warmth of his hand. His lips are close now. He dances them across your pout, his breath mixing with yours. 

“You know we can’t,” you croak.

“We can. One night with me is all I ask. Do you know how much I’ve missed you?”

“Buck-” 

“I miss waking up to you. Miss our late night dancing. Miss cooking for you. Our trips to the museum.”

Tears start to form in your eyes as he continues to ramble off all the things you both used to do, what you each did for each other. “And when I need to get off you’re the only person I think of. I get so hard picturing you underneath me. I miss filling you up every chance I get, doll.”

He’s not making this easy. Not in the slightest. You’ll both regret the sex along with the admissions in the morning. You’ll ruin what little independence you have from him. Can you really go back to crying behind closed doors to the thought of him?

Fuck it. You grab his face, smashing his lips against yours and your tongue instantly finds his. His mouth is just as you remember. Soft, skilled, full of need. His tongue invades your mouth as he frantically pulls your hips against his erection, grinding against you with a moan.

“Fuck me,” you gasp when you pull away. “Fuck me rough, Bucky.”

His demeanor changes in an instant, just like when he’s happy one moment then angry at the world the next. His eyes darken and his grip on your waist tightens. This is what you need. You need to be used, not made love to. You’re scared of what might happen if he’s gentle. A dam will break and it’ll fucking hurt. You may be drunk, but you’re sober enough to know a rough fucking won’t hurt you as much as when he whispers sweet nothings in your ear with soft strokes.

He lifts you on the table, situating himself between your legs as he continues to kiss you fiercely. He’s holding your head in place, biting and sucking your bottom lip until you both taste the faint iron of blood. You gasp into his mouth when you feel his hand slide between your legs.

The only barrier keeping him from your pussy is the panty hose you’re wearing under your skirt. You look into his eyes, spreading your legs apart for him. He watches as you open so beautifully for him, tracking the rise of your skirt intently.

Once you feel him press his fingers against your covered clit, your eyes grow heavy and your head tilts back. Pressure builds in the pit of your stomach when his touch becomes much more firm. The nylon of your stockings creates a sweet friction that has your chest rising and falling rapidly.

Bucky chuckles as he looks at you. “No panties, baby? You came here wanting to get fucked tonight didn’t you?”

His words ring through your head, causing you to grow wetter with each syllable that wicked tongue speaks. He leans over your body, pressing you down onto the hardwood as he brings his mouth to your ear. 

“Tell me how much you missed my fat cock stretching this pretty cunt.”

His breath against your skin has tingles running down your neck. His fingers running over your swollen clit makes your core tighten and release as you chase the pleasure those long digits bring. You can’t think, not when the fire in your belly keeps growing with each flick of his wrist.

When all you do is whine, Bucky’s metal hand finds your throat. He grips your neck tightly, making sure to keep you still as he brings his head up to look down at you. “Tell me,” he spits.

The coolness of his palm against your throat is a complete contrast to the heat of his flesh hand that’s rubbing your desperately wet pussy. You’re trying to keep it together, but a particular motion makes you cry out in desperation. You haven’t been fucked in awhile, ever since you and Bucky parted ways. You’re too sensitive, too hyper aware of what he’s doing to your poor body. Cumming is the only thing on your mind as you hump against his hand.

“I miss your cock, Bucky. My fingers can’t stretch me like you can. Please, please fuck me.”

Your desperation isn’t an act. It’s genuine and he knows this as he smirks at your shaking form. He always did love taking you apart until you were nothing but a heap of overworked flesh. God, does he know how to do it. He’s an expert with your body. Knows everything that makes you beg for more and everything that makes you beg for him to stop because you’re just so tender.

“Cum for me first, baby and I’ll fuck you. You remember how good I used to pound this pussy, don’t you?” His fingers begin to draw tighter circles against your clit. You try to throw your head to the side, but his hand still has you pinned to the table. Those tight circles begin to grow in speed, making your wetness drip from your aching hole and your legs tremble.

“I know you do. I know you remember how far I stretched you, how deep I went, and especially how you cum so hard with something to wrap around.” 

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, his words going straight to your pussy. You remember it all. Of course you do because he always used to make you feel so good. There wasn’t a day in your relationship where you two weren’t having sex. Neither of you could never keep your hands to yourselves. And now, you have it all back. Have him back even if it’s just for tonight. 

His hand moves from your neck to your hair, retching your head back with a grip that makes your scalp sting so that he can bite and suck at the skin of your throat. Your stomach is tightening, cunt throbbing as your orgasm approaches. Bucky’s mouth assaults your neck, the pain of his teeth is soothed with his tongue. His fingers keep rubbing you, switching directions ever so often which causes you to twitch with each new movement.

You can feel it. The way your skin is buzzing, how your ears begin to ring and how the heat in your core works up your spine. “Bucky, I-” You try to warn him, but it hits you so suddenly that you can’t finish your sentence. Instead, you’re left crying out profanities as your back arches off the table and your hands grasp for any part of his body they can get to.

The heart stopping climax seems to go on forever as he works you through it. He doesn’t stop until you’re twitching and pushing his hand away from between your legs. It’s like you can’t move, can’t think as you lay limp, basking in the high he just gave you. Suddenly, your body is being flipped, face against the wood while your legs dangle over the edge.

Bucky doesn’t give you any time to calm your racing heart before he’s pushing your skirt up past your hips to hook his fingers into your stockings. You feel his fingers dig into the nylon, hear the rip as he tears them at the crotch. The cool air hits your soaked folds, but as soon as you feel the cold, you're engulfed in heat when he presses his member between your lips. 

“So wet, doll. So fucking wet,” he grits, like he’s trying to contain himself. You don’t want him to hold back. You know how feral he can get and you need that unabashed side of him.

“Buck, no more teasing.”

You don’t know how much more of his rutting you can take. His swollen tip keeps grazing your overworked clit, making you keen for more. For something more filling. For the stretch Bucky can definitely give you.

Looking over your shoulder, you see him still fully clothed, much like yourself. You see him focusing on your exposed holes. Suddenly, his eyes snap to yours and with a small smile, he thrusts into you. Your mouth hangs open, body jerking up the table as you try to accommodate his size.

You know perfectly well how endowed Bucky is. How long and thick and pretty his cock is. You remember how it made you feel, how he made you feel. But, when you go without for this long, his girth is something that burns your walls while his tip is dangerously close to kissing your cervix. It’s a pain you welcome fully because fuck does it come with a blinding pleasure that makes you clench onto him as if you want to keep him buried inside you.

His shaky breath fills the air as he slides out, only to thrust into you again. You’re on your tiptoes as your head slumps on the table. Maybe you bit off more than you can chew because all of this is so overwhelming. The emotions, the way he pierces you with pointed thrusts. You try to run away to get just a tiny reprieve, but Bucky isn’t letting up. He won’t let up.

Vibranium fingers grip the side of your face. He slides them into your mouth to jerk your head back up. He’s three digits deep in your throat, making you choke as he bends you back at an angle. He presses his chest against your arched back, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he whispers through clenched teeth, “This is what you wanted, slut. You’re not going anywhere.”

Keeping his fingers between your lips, he pounds into you. He’s moving your body against his with his free hand braced on your hip. It’s nasty, the way your spit coats his hand and your mouth, the way his balls slap against your pussy each time he sheaths himself fully inside you, how animalistic his grunts become with each snap of his hips.

You’re dumb for his cock. He fills you so effortlessly. Your walls crave the smooth glide of his shaft while simultaneously needing a break, a breather, something because it’s getting harder to breath. It’s getting harder to stop the cries coming from between his fingers.

In the pit of your stomach, you start to feel that sinking feeling. The one that makes your skin tingle and your core buzz. You’re pulsing around his length. Each time your pussy clamps around him, you can feel every ridge and vein more acutely. It makes the pounding that much better.

“You keep squeezin’ me like that and I’ll fill this tight cunt up,” he heaves behind you.

Yes, you think, fill me up. Your hands fly to his lean waist, holding him against you so he can grind into you instead of pulling out. Just thinking about his cum running down your legs is enough to make that coil in your stomach wind tighter.

“Oh, that’s what you want isn’t it, sweet girl?”

All you can let out is a whine. A desperate, pitiful whine and Bucky knows that’s exactly what you want.

He pulls his metal fingers out of your mouth. You suck in air, catching the  breaths he’s denied you this whole time. He grabs each of your hands from his hips and pins them to your back, making sure you’re completely immobile and compliant.

With one hand holding both of your own and the other shoving your face back down onto the table, he sets an even harsher pace than before. He doesn’t stray far from your channel, keeping a bruising pace as he grinds into you. Tears fall from your eyes as you lay completely stiff beneath him, taking every single thrust he gives you.

“Maybe,” he pants, “I should put a baby in you. Get your stomach all swollen with my kid. Then, you couldn’t leave me. You’d be tethered to me forever.”

He’s talking out of his head as he chases his high, but those words strike something in you. Something carnal and biological that it makes you soak his cock even more.

“Give me a baby.” You cry out, trying to match his thrusts but failing because he’s the one controlling the speed and it’s much faster than you can keep up with.

“I can see you now. How perfect your tits would look, how puffy and sensitive your pussy would get. And your fucking stomach.”

Harder he goes because he’s close. You know he is when he falls on top of you, trapping your arms between his chest and your back. You’re going to cum. His weight on top of you, his words, his fucking hand that sneaked it’s way between your open folds to pet your clit. It’s enough to make you snap.

Your body freezes as your eyes roll in the back of your head, mouth opened in a silent scream until moans finally break through with a stuttered crack. Bucky still doesn’t stop. You beg him to ease up, but he’s not listening. He’s making sure your pussy milks his cock for everything it’s worth. He’s working to give you the biggest load he can.

“So close, baby. Just a few more thrusts.”

You lay there, trembling and sore as you let him find pleasure within you. You haven’t felt this good in a long time. You feel satiated, wanted. Just like old times.

You hear his breathing catch in his throat, feel his dick twitch as his thrusts slow down. He buries himself inside you as far as he can go and with a grunt, he releases himself inside your still throbbing walls.

You feel his cum begin to slide out and around his shaft, soaking his jeans and ruining your stockings further. He doesn’t pull out, doesn’t lift his body off yours. And you don’t dare move, in fear of breaking this euphoric peace.

“I’ve missed you,” he tells you again. You smile when he pushes your hair from your sweaty skin. “Are you okay?”

He’s giving you the once over. The one he always did when the sex got particularly rough. “I’m perfect, Buck.”

Once he knows you’re good to go, he gently pulls out. He keeps you from getting up though, wanting to admire his work as it rolls down your folds. He always loved watching his semen coat the pussy he ruined.

When he’s satisfied with pushing it back inside you, he helps you up. “So, you’re staying?”

“Just for tonight.”

His eyes soften. He’ll take what he can get. “Round two in the bedroom?”

You chuckle at his question. This man is never sexually satisfied. Lucky for him, you’re just as sex crazed as him. And damn him. He knows it too.

Without saying anything, you grab his hand, making the familiar trek to his room at the end of the hall with a tremble in each step. One night, you promise yourself, one night to just fuck him out of my system.

Deep down, you know a night of sex won’t help. What would help is to take Bucky back. And maybe one day soon you will. But tonight, it’s not about rekindling a relationship. Tonight is about sleeping with the man that knows how to play your body effortlessly. Giving yourself over completely to him because you need it. Even if it’s just for the night.

Melt Away

⇢ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; the night you give your love and body to your husband.

⇢ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

⇢ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff + smut (best friends to lovers)

⇢ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔: loss of virginity, multiple orgasms, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, breeding / impreg kink, size kink, soft!dom Anthony & sub reader, missionary, doggy style, hair pulling, dirty talk. Anthony has a big dick idk if this should be tagged but... yeah. he also gets off to the fact that the reader is smaller/less tall than him. lots of overstimulation, morning sex. soft/rough sex. praise kink. lots of pet names. daddy kink.

⇢ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 10,4K (yes I’m insane)

⇢ 𝒂/𝒏: god… my first bridgerton fic… pls be kind to me 🥺 also english isn’t my first language so I hope this is good. I hadn’t seen something like this yet, so I thought I’d write it !

⇢ I don’t want minors to interact with any of my mature posts! thank you very much!

You’ve been Anthony’s best friend ever since you were both teenagers, both of your parents being close friends so it was inevitable for you to become close with the Bridgerton children.

You never thought that Anthony would be the one you’d grow closest to, considering he’s a couple of years older than you. You’d think Daphne or Eloise would be your best friend. While you’re close to every Bridgerton, nothing could ever be as strong as your bond with the Viscount. It’s funny, you think, how life can bring you things and people you didn’t know you needed. People like Anthony, who became so important, it makes you question how you’ve spent your life so long without them.

But your feelings for the Viscount blossomed into something more than platonic after only a few months of knowing him.

You both fell in love with each other, fast and hard. Anthony was the first person you’ve ever fallen in love with. Whenever he would look at you or say your name or talk to you, your stomach would erupt with butterflies. You’ve never had any strong feelings for anyone before him and you knew he'd always be the one to be on your mind at all times.

Anthony was there for everything, he’d seen you grow older, he was there when you learned how to dance, or how Benedict taught you everything he knew about art, over the years he saw you become an even more beautiful woman. He was there when you debuted into society, he was there when multiple men tried to court you only for him to be overprotective and tell you they would never be good enough.

You never understood why he’d be so overprotective, but you’d be lying if you said you hated it. You’d always welcome any type of attention or care you received from him.

The Viscount has always loved and cared for you even before he could name the feelings he has for you.

He can speak about every inside joke you both have, tell everyone what your favourite colours are - because yes, you didn’t have just one favourite colour, he knows all your favourite books, knows how much you loved stargazing. He knows your favourite flowers. He knows that you’re very sensitive and have some occasional sensory issues.

He knows how much you love the arts and that you have a soft spot for animals and children. You love creating art yourself. He knows how you love with your whole heart, or hate something like your life depends on it. You like to read books during your free time, getting lost between the pages. Just like his sister Eloise. You love sunsets and sunrises, even if you’re not really a morning person.

Anthony likes to think that he knows everything about you. Except he was pretty oblivious to your feelings you had for him for many years.

Everyone knew about your feelings for each other, for so long, except for yourselves.

Until one evening, when Anthony once again refused you to accept a courtship from a potential suitor. Telling you once again that no one is ever good enough for you. That evening something snapped inside you, with tears in your eyes you asked him if there’s something wrong with you. You truly thought that one day he’d care for you too but to you he seemed like he only saw you as one of his sisters.

Or so you thought.

That evening he confessed how much he cares for you, how you’re always the one that’s on his mind. How you’re the only one he wants but couldn’t seem to admit it to himself and his family for so long. He said that the reason he kept telling you no one would be good enough for you, is because he wants to be the one to marry you. He told you how much he loves you with so much emotion that you were too stunned to speak for a while.

With tears in your eyes you eventually explained to him how much he means to you and how you’ve loved him since the first time you both met. Soon enough he enveloped you and kissed you with so much passion that every time you think about it, chills go down your spine.

Nostalgia cascades through you as you continue thinking about your relationship with Anthony. You’ve lived twenty-five years, and throughout the vast majority of it - the Viscount has been your only constant.

You always knew that Anthony would be the one for you. But being married to your best friend is truly something that you never thought would happen. For so long you thought that it would only stay in your fantasies, yet here you are on your bed on your wedding night, daydreaming about your husband.

Sighing, you pull your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around your knees and stare at the lit fireplace in front of you.

A small shy smile plays on your lips as your thoughts continue to drift towards your husband.

You’re all alone in your newly shared bedroom when you finally notice how much you’re sweating and heating up. All that dreaming about Anthony made you nervous and warm. You know he’ll join you in your bedroom soon and knowing this makes you blush harder. It’s your wedding night, the night that would change everything forever.

Why are you so hot all over? It’s so silly, you feel extremely feverish, and your heart can’t find peace and quiet, nor can your trembling limbs.

You’re warm. Tingling, like anticipation but threaded into your nerves, and heat. And you feel your body throbbing, all at once, whenever you think of Anthony.

“God,” you whimper as your thoughts keep wandering towards him and what you would do tonight.

You’re biting your lip nervously as you continue to stare off into the fireplace, until you hear the door creak open, revealing the man of your dreams leaning against the doorway.

It still feels so surreal that you’re both able to say that you belong to each other now. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how good he looks, how beautiful his heart is and how caring and loving he is.

He’s smiling as he takes you in, you’re wearing one of your night gowns that were specifically made for your honeymoon nights. His eyes continue to stare at you as you feel yourself grow even more nervous. The warmth inside you continues to rise, your cheeks becoming more hot as you look at him.

“My dear wife,” he says softly, his voice low. You start biting your bottom lip once again and his smile grows as he notices you becoming more shy at his words.

Slowly, he pulls himself away from the doorway and makes his way towards you. You gulp as you notice several buttons being undone from his shirt, showing you some skin. Heat travels to your cheeks once again once you realise you’re staring. You quickly try to avert your eyes from him but it is useless once he stands in front of you.

You could feel one of his hands reaching up to cup your face, tilting it towards his, making you look up into his eyes. The way his brown gentle eyes look into yours make you feel all hot over again. You would get lost into them forever if you could.

“It’s okay to stare, I’m all yours now.” He whispers with a small teasing smile. “You’re so beautiful.” He says as he caresses your face with fondness.

You feel yourself blush at his words, you lick your lips before clearing your throat. “You’re not so bad yourself.” You say with a shy smile.

He chuckles softly as he reciprocates your smile. His eyes continue to gaze into yours before his eyes move to your lips.

Your eyes widen slightly as your eyes catch his. “I think you’re beautiful too, the most handsome man that I’ve ever seen…” you whisper shyly. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his thumb trace your lips softly.

“Do I make you nervous, my love?” He asks teasingly as he leans his head down. He brushes his nose against yours gently before he grabs your face in both of his hands.

“I-I guess you do.” You answer softly.

“Why is that?” Anthony leans closer to your face. You can feel his breath on your lips, his nose touching yours once again.

You can feel your heart beating like crazy, feeling butterflies in your stomach. You wonder if he can hear your loud heartbeat as well. Your mouth feels extremely dry still you tried to swallow “It’s because,” your eyes shift from his eyes to his lips constantly “I-it’s our first night together…”

And with less hesitation and more neediness than you were expecting, Anthony’s lips are on yours. Your bottom lip slots between his while his hand moves to your jaw where he brushes his thumb against it delicately.

All your thoughts overwhelm your brain, disabling any rational understanding of what is going on. Eventually you lean closer against him and you move your hands around his shoulders as you kiss him back.

Anthony sucks lightly on your lips and then he slowly pulls away from your lips to kiss your cheek. His lips travel all over your face and neck. You whimper as his mouth presses kisses all over your neck, your hands travelling to his hair and tugging lightly.

“I have been thinking about this moment for so long.” He rasps, kissing your throat softly. Your body trembles against his as he continues to cover your face and neck with kisses.

Your brain is all over the place, eyes heavy and clouded as you try to tell him how much you’ve been wanting him. “I have as well.” You finally whisper.

“How long have you wanted this?” Anthony whispers against your skin.

He groans and stops kissing you when you don’t reply to his question yet. Anthony stares at you, waiting for you to reply. Not realising your eyes were closed, you slowly open your eyes, looking straight into his eyes.

You swallow dry at the intensity behind his eyes, your heart beating madly in your chest. A flare of heat rushes to your cheeks as you decide to tell him the actual truth, too anxious to even try and lie to your husband when he is looking at you like that. Like he’s about to devour you.

“Four years?” you answer, hesitant eyes jumping between his. “Ever since you told me about pleasure in the first place—”

Anthony groans and almost jumps at your lips. Kissing you full of passion, with everything that he can offer. You feel his tongue tracing your lips slowly. Knowing what he wants you open your mouth slightly for him. He slips his tongue past your parted lips and swirls it around yours.

You take all of his passion in, the warmth of his body, him being so close to you. The feel of his rough yet soft hands holding you close to his. You feel so lightheaded as he continues to kiss you.

After some time he slowly pulls away, finally giving you the chance to breathe in some air. Your whole body feels even more hot after the kiss, leaving you needy for his touch once again. You open your eyes as you take him in. His hair is a bit dishevelled from the way your hands were playing and tugging at it. He licks his lips as he gazes into your eyes.

“You’re so beautiful…” he whispers as his eyes travel all over your body. You feel breathless as he continues to look at you, looking at you with so much love and you suppose desire.

He slowly moves to sit next to you, he pats his thigh as he looks at you with a small smile. You blush furiously and your body trembles more as you move your body to sit on his lap. You wrap your legs around him and nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck, pecking his neck softly, too shy to look at him. Your heartbeat is beating so fast and your head is swimming. He chuckles as he wraps his arms around you, one hand comes to cradle your head as he presses a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“I would have never thought you'd be this shy.” He says teasingly and you continue to nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck at his words.

He lifts your head with one of his hands and your eyes catch his, his lips finding yours in a deep kiss; not wasting any time with slipping his tongue past your lips. The atmosphere in the room changes within seconds. Anthony is wrapped around you completely, a hand coming to cup one of your breasts, the other holding your ass. You never wanted and desired someone more.

A string of moans are slipping past your lips as Anthony drops his head down to press open mouthed kisses against the skin of your neck. Your hands rest on his stomach against his buttoned shirt, his abs warm underneath your palms. You could feel him grow underneath you, making you whimper against him.

“Anthony—” you gasp after he licks the place he sucked a mark onto your neck.

He moves his head away from your neck, quickly leaning forward to press his lips to yours in a gentle but deep kiss. “Your lips are so heavenly,” he murmurs against your lips.

Your head is clouded with lust and you feel so much love for him. Your brain is quite literally mush and you can’t seem to hear what he says to you.

“Huh?” You whisper dreamily.

Anthony chuckles lightly as he takes in your state.

“I asked,” he whispers as he leans his head back down to your ear, “if I could undress you.”

It takes your brain a moment to wrap around what he’s asking, right now, to you, and when it sinks in you feel yourself heat up even more.

You want him so badly and you’re extremely turned on but you would be lying if you weren’t nervous right now. Everything seems even more real when he asks you that question. Considering that you’re a virgin, you’re very inexperienced and it makes you a bit anxious. You want to be the best lover for him.

Anthony quickly senses your discomfort and pulls his head away from your neck, only to look at you.

You’re biting your lip as you try to look away from his intense but gentle stare. His hands come to cup your cheeks, turning your face towards his once again.

“Princess,” he whispers as he looks at you with so much love and patience. “I know this will be your first time and I promise I’ll be gentle with you. I want to take my time with you tonight and I want to make you feel good.” He says as he holds your face in his hands. Anthony’s fingers caress your cheeks and you slowly close your eyes as you enjoy his touch.

You open your eyes again to look at his eyes. His eyes were filled with lust a couple of minutes ago but now you could see more than that. Love. It makes your heart feel warm as you gaze into his eyes.

You bite your lip nervously once again and you see his eyes move to your lips. You sigh contemplating whether you should tell him about your insecurities or not. Deciding to be honest with him, you speak up finally. “I want this, I want you so bad. You have no idea how much I love and need you. I just…” you sigh as you look down at your hands, “I want to be a good lover to you.”

Anthony looks at you with so much warmth and care that it makes your insides melt. He smiles as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “I promise, you’ll always be a good lover to me. You’re literally perfect to me, you’ll always be good enough in every way.”

A soft smile grows on your face at his words and you lean up to kiss him gently. “Okay,” you whisper against his lips.

“Okay… what?” He questions with a playful smile. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I want you to undress me.” You whisper against his lips with a smile as you look deep into his eyes, “I want you.” Seconds later his lips press against yours.

The kiss is like velvet against yours, and there’s still no hurry when he tilts his head a millimeter to fit against you better. His lips are so soft, swollen from all the kisses you’ve shared. All your previous nerves slowly go away as Anthony kisses you so full with love. His mouth moves, delicate and slow. He kisses you like he has all the time in the world.

All you can taste, all you can feel, all you can see, all you can think about is him.

The whine that comes out of you only drives Anthony to seek out more of those sounds, they are potentially the most amazing sounds he’s ever heard. Your arms wrap around his neck, in an attempt to bring him closer to you. Your hips accidentally move against him making him groan against your lips at the action.

Anthony peels his lips off yours, about to say something, when you launch forward, chasing his lips. He groans softly and moves his hand around to hold your face in his hands. He’s trying to pull away, determined to say what he needs to say, but everytime he does he goes back in, like his lips can’t be away from yours for more than a second. After leaving a few short kisses, he pulls back fully, eyes glazed over and lips a little swollen. You’re both taking your time to catch your breaths as you both stare into each other’s eyes.

You try to catch your breath, and when your lips part and you inhale and taste him and only him and nothing but him and the oxygen refilling your lungs. Everything about it makes you drowsy, something sweeps across your bottom lip and your breath turns into a gasp. His tongue wraps itself against yours, hot and slick as he tastes you deeply and what had been a gasp is now a loud embarrassing moan.

The way he kisses you, you are convinced that he’s the best kisser ever. His kisses are so sensual, so passionate and so full of love.

“Lord, I need you so bad baby” he groans against your lips. You shudder against him and feel the sensation pool down low between your thighs. You know your underwear is ruined by now. You’re so wet and turned on. He’ll always be the only one able to do this to you.

“M-more, please please,” you whine against him.

“You know when you beg like this I can’t say no to you, my love.” He says with a big grin.

Fingertips find the hem of your nightgown and you lean back a bit. You raise your arms quickly to help him get rid of your white lacy nightgown.

You don’t know what to do with your hands at all. They’re trembling like crazy, and your core is, too, as he drops the piece of fabric to the floor and leans down to start kissing along the crook of your neck.

His large hands find the curve of your waist where it meets your hips and clutches to it, holding you tight as he works his way with kisses and nips to your shoulders and any skin along the way down to your breasts.

You can feel your heartbeat picking up as his hands reach for your hips, holding them and pressing your body closer to his. His lips move to ghost over your neck, slowly moving below your ear. “You’re so… beautiful” He whispers into your ear.

Immediately, you feel a chill go down your spine, the warm sensation pool down low and more wetness forming between your thighs.

You feel his tongue licking up a stripe of your neck, your eyes are fluttering shut and you tremble against him as a moan escapes your lips. You feel him pull away and you open your eyes slowly seeing him look at you as if he’s trying to hold himself back from jumping you.

His eyes wander all over your chest, you’re bare from the waist up and you can’t help but feel so desired as he looks at you. Feeling your cheeks heat up as he licks his lips as he stares you up and down.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters again in a very raw tone, his voice strained. Anthony breathes in through his nose, you blush harder at that comment and shiver when he exhales warmly through his mouth and onto your nipple. “God. You’re so gorgeous. I can’t get enough of you. Your very being consumes me.”

That’s all you’re given before he wraps her lips around one nipple, teeth just skimming your skin as he sucks passionately.

“My lord” you whimper, nails grabbing at his white shirt or something to cling to, and you feel the warm vibrations of a chuckle against your flesh. His tongue begins licking, long licks with the flat of his tongue over your hard nipple as his other hand goes up to squeeze your other breast.

You whine as your core starts clenching around nothing, begging for attention. Instinctively you start moving your hips against his making him groan against your skin. His lips leave your breast with a wet pop and he looks at you intensely as you try to catch your breath. You’re panting, barely able to think straight as he pushes your hair back and kisses the corner of your lips lovingly.

His lips come to kiss your lips deeply once again. He both rolls you over so that you’re underneath him instead. So lost in the kiss already, you moan as you enjoy his touch on your hips.

“Ah!” You gasp as you feel his head lean down to lick and suck your neck while one of his hands comes to squeeze one of your breasts. You feel yourself aching, the feeling in between your legs feels almost unbearable as you could feel yourself dripping against your underwear.

“So beautiful…” he murmurs as he kisses your chest.

The tone of his voice makes your body feel like it’s blazing—like the fire of a warm fireplace on a cold winter night. It burns, but it warms every single inch of you from the inside out.

“It’s unfair,” you whine as he continues to kiss you.

“What is?” He whispers as he takes your other nipple into his mouth, coaxing a loud moan out of you.

“T-that I’m almost naked and you aren’t…” you whisper as he brings his head up to look at you.

He chuckles before leaning down to kiss your forehead lovingly. “My wife wants to see me naked?” He teases as he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Anthony!” You gasp before he leans down to kiss your bare shoulder. “That’s improper!”

“What?” He laughs at your reaction. He shakes his head as he continues to stare at you. “Everything we have done up until now tonight hasn’t been proper.” He whispers as he leans up to brush his nose against yours.

“I’ll ask again, do you want to see me naked?” He smiles as he looks at you.

You pout as your cheeks heat up at his question. “Why do I have to say it? Obviously I want to see you.”

Anthony chuckles before leaning down to peck your lips again. “Wasn’t so hard was it?”

You huff playfully before his hands come to grab yours, moving them towards his chest.

Your hands slip onto his bare chest, pushing the sleeves of his shirt off. His skin is hot, and so firm. He feels like a dream. You feel like you could wake up any moment, as if all of this is a dream. He helps you unbutton his shirt as he stares down at you. It comes off easily and you gape at the artwork that is his chest.

“Oh lord…” you gasp.

He smiles softly as he lets you admire him, enjoying your shameless gaze.

“All of this is for you,” he murmurs gently “and it’ll always be only for you.” He whispers as he takes one of your hands in his, bringing it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach at the action, making you blush even more. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. You love him so much. His mouth is like heaven to you. You’re convinced this is a dream still. He’s everything you could ever ask for. The kiss gets more heated the more you kiss each other. Your hands wander to the back of his head and you pull at his strands softly making him moan into your mouth.

The feel of his desire pressed against your heated skin is heavenly, and you roll your hips up into his to feel some friction against your core. You moan softly against his lips as you rub yourself against him.

He groans as you continue to grind up against him, grasping your hips into his hands to halt your movements. You whine as he pushes your hips gently against the mattress, so desperate to feel him again.

You gasp openly into his mouth, desire growing, and his hand moves down to your heat, into your underwear. His mouth falls from yours to unleash a heavy groan into your neck at the first slip of his fingers between your parted lips.

It's very, very wet; more wet than you'd honestly ever been and certainly more wet than he could've imagined in his wildest dreams.

There’s a smile on Anthony’s face as he slides a finger inside of you, watching the way your body squirms at the sensation.

"You're so wet for me, kitten. I absolutely love it." You whimper at the nickname he gave you and you buck your hips up towards his hand in response, silently begging for more. He notices and slips a second finger in, his pace speeding up with the addition. Your hands clutch the off-white bed sheets as you move along with the pace of his fingers, feeling him both curl them and spread them.

You gasp, his lips make their way to yours, kissing you with everything that he has. "That feels good doesn't it love? You like it when I touch you like this?" Anthony groans and rubs your clit faster. You buck your hips and nod quietly. "Use your words angel," he taunts.

"Yes, yes, oh my god, yes please. yes," you moan loudly.

“Good,” he says, a smug smirk playing on his face. It’s incredible how easy it is for this man above you to turn you on and make a mess of you.

Anthony leans down to trap your lips in another deep kiss. You can feel him smile against your lips as you whimper against his mouth.

You feel your legs spread even more open for him at the feeling of his finger pleasuring you. His tongue slips into your mouth after another gasp falls from your lips. You can’t help but moan and whine as he continues to pleasure you. Your hands wander to the back of his head pulling at hair softly making him moan into your mouth.

“God, I want you so bad.” He groans as his hand shifts, thumb settling against your clit to work it smoothly, and he thrusts another finger inside you slowly, curling his fingers forward with every penetration until your thighs shake.

“You have me, always.” You whimper as your body trembles underneath him. So overwhelmed with the arousal and emotions you’re feeling right now.

His eyes are burning holes into yours, lust and love written all over them. When he fastens his motions inside you, you moan out again and squeeze your eyes shut. That burning intense feeling, a tight coil in your lower abdomen making your back arch beautifully.

“Open your eyes for me my love, please look at me.”

You open your eyes slowly, looking straight into his eyes. His intense gaze is what it takes to make the dam break. The hot feeling spreads all over your body, your body tingling, your hips moving on their own against his hand.

“You’re doing so well for me baby girl,” He says as his fingers slow down, slipping out of you to rub your slit softly, still helping you ride out your orgasm.

As you feel your consciousness finally come back to you, you feel his fingers slip away from your heat. He slowly and gently pulls your underwear off your body leaving you completely bare for him. His eyes can’t seem to stay in one place as he admires how beautiful you are.

Standing up he slowly makes work of the rest of his clothing, leaving him naked in front of you. Your eyes widen as you take him in. You can’t help but wonder if he is going to be able to fit inside you. He’s huge. A chill goes down your spine as he licks his lips while he looks at you. He’s so handsome, his body is truly beautiful.

He slowly moves towards the bed and gently spreads your thighs apart as he fits himself between them. He positions his body against yours, you feel his hand come up to your face to caress your cheek again as you feel one of his hands wander all over your body making you breathless already.

You feel his member momentarily against your wetness which makes you thrust against him.

He pushes your back up against the bed, pressing himself flush against your body. He brings his lips down against your own once again, stealing your breath and making you whine needily in his mouth. He groans in response, his hands slowly drifting down from your waist towards your hips.

“I need you,” you pant against his lips, but Anthony pulls his hips away slightly with a small smirk on his face. “Please…”

You need him so bad. You feel him press kisses all over your face, he starts pressing tender kisses everywhere on your face and body. Panting you feel him slowly go down your body. He momentarily wraps his mouth around one of your nipples and sucks lightly making you arch your body against his. You feel him caress your arms softly, comforting you. Eventually you feel his lips move lower down your body. Littering your body full of love and affection.

You feel yourself dripping down the sheets, whining helplessly. You need him so bad.

He travels all the way down until he is face to face with your heat. Anthony gently spreads your legs further apart for him with his strong hands. You can see his arousal showing in his eyes. Licking his lips he leans down to press a kiss on one of your thighs, so close to where you need him the most.

A loud broken moan leaves your lips as his lips finally meet your wet heat. He dives between your legs, licking a stripe up through your folds and teasingly dipping his tongue into your entrance before he travels up to your clit, spreading your lips with his wet tongue and sucking your button into his mouth.

You practically scream at his actions, arching your back slightly off the bed. You feel your body trembling and you try to grind your wetness slowly against his lips.

Strong arms are locked around your thighs, he secures your hips with his biceps, holding you still despite your attempts to grind your pussy against his lips.

You can feel Anthony chuckle against your heat making you feel even more hot all over. His tongue is lapping at your lower lips. Squeaky, senseless noises come out from your throat. You’re squirming and he just sighs like there’s nothing in the world he’d rather be doing than this right now, eating you out on your shared bed, and it’s so good you can barely even figure out what he’s doing with his tongue.

Anthony moans into you, the vibrations full and hot, and you splutter.

“A-ah t-this is too much” you squeak, your voice sounds strangled and full of desperation. You’re so close to the edge “I c-can’t this is too-too much.”

“Easy my love,” he whispers as he places a soft kiss on your right thigh. Your whole body is trembling from the new sensations he just gave you.

“My lord” you mumble softly.

“It’s okay Y/N, I know, I’ve got you” he coos again, teasing. “It’s a lot. Will you let me continue?”

“Y-yeah, just uh wait a second” you whine.

“Alright.”

But after a couple of seconds waiting it feels too much. It feels like hours are passing by. You’re already tired of waiting and he is, too. When he leans down to dip his tongue between your folds once again.

You sigh at the same time he does, except yours is high-pitched and his sounds so dreamy. Anthony is lapping at you with determination, taking care not to be too rough or too fast this time and push you over the edge only when you’re ready for it.

“Oh, my god,” you whimper, trembling digits sinking into his brown hair and the other against your teeth, trying to silence yourself. “My-my-my gooooohd…”

“I know” he mumbles, his lips sealing around your clit and you almost jump out of your skin at the action. “God- you taste good. You feel so good. You’re everything.”

You’re a mess of his name, you chant his name over and over again. Eyes are squeezing shut to the point of tears, his arms press into your hip bones to pin you in place as you buck into him again, trying to get closer to that feeling of his tongue lapping on your clit and urging him to do more.

“Ah Anthony baby, oh my goooood” you cry out loud. You’re sure the rest of the people in the house have heard you by now. He sucks lazily at your clit while he moves to curl his fingers into you. Anthony eventually sucks harder on your clit, still occasionally swirling his tongue around your little bud while moving his fingers inside you a bit faster. You keep crying out his name between moans as you now hold onto his hair with both of your hands.

You are so so close. Suddenly you feel his fingers retreat from your core and you whine at the loss of his fingers. This makes Anthony chuckle. He leans down again. Slipping his tongue into your entrance, he curls the muscle upward to brush your walls, the sight of your fingers bunching the fabric of the sheets in a tight grip encouraging him to do it again.

You feel so dizzy from his ministrations. Moaning and whining, you writhe underneath him. “Fuck, Anthonyyyy.” You whimper when he begins thrusting his tongue in and out of you just as his fingers had been doing moments before, hips bucking uncontrollably into his mouth as you repeatedly whine his name. You were this close to coming on his face, but your body needed one more little push.

“Come on, kitten, come for me.”

You gasp loudly as you feel your whole body trembling even more and then you feel your body tense as you come against his mouth. Your whole mind feels like exploding and all you can see is stars. You feel so overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure and emotions you were experiencing. Your body is still trembling as you feel yourself come down from your high.

You feel Anthony still licking up your wet heat, his mouth is heavenly. He’s now licking every last remaining wetness coming out of your entrance, moaning at the taste.

You whimper because you feel so overstimulated. You tug at his hair softly trying to signal him that you can’t take it anymore for now.

“Such a good angel,” he whispers as he retreats his mouth from your heat and he wipes your juices off his mouth with a small smile while looking at you “You did so well my love.”

Anthony presses a kiss on your hip bone, then slowly moves his body, finally facing you. You’re still trying to catch your breath, trying to keep your eyes open. He smiles down at you with so much adoration, it makes your insides melt.

He leans down to press kisses down your neck to your shoulders making you giggle as he litters your body full of kisses.

“Make love to me, Anthony,” you sigh, and he groans against your neck. He pulls back just enough to look at you, stroking your hair back from your face as his eyes look deeply into yours.

He surges forward and kisses you so passionately, taking your breath away. You sigh into it, your eyes sliding shut as you bury your fingers in his hair. Anthony groans low, as your fingernails rake against his scalp. You melt into him as his arms hug you closer to him. You moan against his lips as you feel him massage your back and neck just slightly. This gave him the opportunity to swipe his tongue against your bottom lip, slipping it inside your mouth.

You let out more moans and whines against his lips as you both dance your tongues against one another. You whine as he pulls away smiling at you with a tender look in his eyes.

“You know I love you right?” He says as one of his hands reaches to rest against your cheek, stroking your soft skin. You feel yourself melt instantly as you look into his eyes and his soft touch.

“Of course I do, I love you too, so much.” You whisper and smile shyly as you lean up to him and you both meet in a soft kiss. The two of you kiss languidly for a moment, treasuring the heat of each other's bodies as your lips slot together with ease, but soon enough the kisses become deeper, and hands start to grip tighter and legs tangling together.

It's like you're both starved, this insatiable hunger for each other.

You can’t help but roll your hips against his to feel his cock. It turns slick as you keep grinding yourself against him, and he has no trouble gliding his hips against you and rutting it into your clit.

“Oh, fuck” Anthony rasps, and it’s because he’s reaching down and grasping himself to line up between your lips and slide. He keeps rubbing the head of his cock from your entrance, up to your clit, circling until you squirm underneath him, and back down. He loves the sounds you make as he spreads his precum around your slit, where you are still dripping for him.

You gasp openly into his mouth, desire growing quickly. You’re still so so wet. Anthony swallows your whines with his lips against yours, hips rolling against you. He kisses you full of fervour, his grip on you intensifying heatedly.

You’re trembling against him, full of anticipation. His body covers your whole body with his. You writhe against him, wishing he was just in you already and filling you up and making you see white.

“Are you ready my dearest? Let me know if I start to hurt you or if you want to stop.” He whispers as he looks deep into your eyes.

You bite your lip and nod, too shy and excited to talk.

“I’ll try to go slow at first, okay, angel?” He says before leaning back down to kiss your lips again, he reaches down and grasps himself to line up between your lips and slide. He is rubbing the tip firmly over your swollen clit and your mind is all over the place.

“P-please, Anthony,” you stutter, your body trembling even more “p-put it in, please?”

He rubs himself up and down your slit for a while longer before one of his hands lean down to spread your outer lips sliding his dick teasingly around your core. You arch your back slightly and whine loudly out of frustration.

The moment you want to beg him again to put it in he leans down to line it up with your entrance. Your legs tremble underneath him, a mix of nerves and excitement. Anthony slides in so slowly it’s agonizing. He’s careful, like he’s afraid you might break. You let out a long broken whine as he gradually pushes more of him inside you. He’s so big. He leans down to kiss your lips gently as he moves more inside, hoping the sweetness of the embrace will soften the sting.

Once he’s fully inside you, you sigh against his lips. You feel so full, as if he is made for you, and only you. The feeling of him filling you up so completely has you seeing stars and digging your fingernails into his shoulders.You feel one of his hands finding your hand, lacing them with yours as the other one reaches up to your face.

“You okay?” He asks worriedly.

“Y-yeah, I just need a moment.” You murmur.

“Anything for you, my love.” He smiles as your eyes are drifting close.

You feel yourself gradually adjust to his size and you bite your lip as you open your eyes again to look up at your handsome husband on top of you.

“P-please move.” You beg.

He nods quietly and starts by fucking you slow and deep, one hand reaching down to play with your clit, while the other holds your hand tightly. The sting hurts you for a while, but it easily changes to a more pleasurable feeling as he moves against you. You’re so overstimulated from all your previous orgasms that the sensation he’s giving you is mixed between pain and pleasure.

He grunts as he drops his head to your ear to kiss and lick at the sensitive skin there and to whisper sweet nothings as he sets a pace.

“So tight…” he groans.

The angle is so good, but when his pace picks up he finally leans down to wrap his arms around you, that it makes you gasp and you grab the sheets around you, to fuck you harder and faster.

“You’re taking me so well, kitten. Doing so so, good for me. Y-you’re so perfect.”

You whimper as his lips, move back up to your lips, enveloping them in a passionate kiss.

At a certain point you feel the end of his strokes slide into a pressure point in your core that has you clenching like a vise around his dick. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head from the pleasure he’s giving you. A loud noise like nothing you’ve ever made escapes your throat, a strange cry of his name.

“M-mmhmm fuck! Anthonyyyyy—!”

He leans down to whisper in your ear. “F-fuck you’re so loud for me princess, are you close?”

“Oh my” you moan, hot tears filling the corners of your eyes in pleasure, “I aaaaaam… I t-think so o-oh, fuck please!”

“Look at you, so desperate to come…”

The air is stuffy all around you, each harsh breath released only thickening it up, leaving your skin hot and your mind fuzzy. Another precise thrust has you whimpering, wrapping your legs around his hips, pushing him closer.

His mouth covers your own to swallow your mewls, you can feel the tightness return in your belly, the tight coil that pulls tight, tight, tighter. His lips slide away from yours, wet and swollen and his breathing harsh as he tries to suck in air again, and everything is too much. It’s just too much for you to handle.

He’s quickening his pace, hips snapping to a fast tempo. “This pussy was made for this cock, isn’t it kitten?” His hands can’t get enough of you, sliding around your hips and lower back, wanting to feel all of you, touch you everywhere. You moan at the feeling of his speed, your third orgasm of the night, coming so close. Your arms wrap around him and your nails dig in his back making him groan. The feeling of the coil tightening in your belly, tingling down to your legs, ready to snap any second now.

“Always, so beautiful,” he whispers, cursing under his breath when you purposefully tighten your walls around him. “You look so pretty when you’re stretched around my cock, god, bet you look pretty full of my cum too.”

“Please…” you whine as you think about him filling you up and you tighten your walls around him once again. “Yes, yesyes please. Fill me up Anthony… please.”

Those are the golden words he needed to hear, groaning he buries his face into your neck as he fucks into you, making the whole bed rattle, the wooden headboard slamming into the wall.

“Fuuuffuuucck… I’m g-gonna… I-I’m g-gon…na… A-Anthony-y… I-I love you I love you I nneeeeddd yyouhhh h n-nnno I wwaaant mooorrre, I-I’m gonna–”

“Cum for me, pretty. I got you. Show me that I’m the only one who can make you cum like this. Cum all over me, princess.”

You come with a loud cry, your body squirming underneath his as you hold his body closer to yours, your nails digging in his back, scratching it. This orgasm felt more intense than the others, you’re feeling so overwhelmed by the pleasure you’re feeling. Anthony groans in your ear as your walls spasm and pulse around his cock, begging him to cum inside, desperate for him to fill you up the way he promised.

“Ah fuck—“ he moans, pushing himself up as he thrusts deeper into you, the head of his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly. “Are you gonna take my cum like a good wife? Let me fill you up until my love is messy, hm?”

You nod vigorously at his words, whining even more at the sensitivity. “Please… please put a baby inside me.”

He groans loudly at your words, he’s a stuttering mess and his hips are jerking wildly without his permission and he’s cumming inside of you deeply. The warmth of his seed fills you up and spreads within you. He looks so beautiful coming undone on top of you.

You’re both trying to catch your breaths as he leans his forehead against yours. Eventually you feel him slowly roll off of you and he lays down next to you while he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. You turn to your side towards him as he pulls you against him, his body hot and slick from sweat.

“I love you so much,” he says, his voice low, with a huge smile on his face.

“I love you too,” you say as you blush at how intensely he looks at you. You’re giggling softly as he wraps his arms around you, holding you impossibly closer to his body.

“You’re everything to me… so perfect.” He whispers as he leans his lips down to yours to kiss you gently.

“You’re everything to me too…” you say against his lips with a smile.

The both of you soon continue to make conversation as you hold onto each other. Laughing and talking until you’re too tired to stay up anymore. The night is filled with touches, kisses and so much love.

When you wake up, it’s the morning, light slips through the partially open blinds and warms the room. You feel all hot, Anthony’s body wrapping around you from behind, spooning you, holding you close to him. Your legs are tangled together, and both of you are still naked, laying under the covers.

You feel him nuzzle against you, melting against him, still feeling so hot. Barely awake, you whine as you try to kick the thick cover off of your bare body and you sigh into your pillow. After a few more minutes of unsuccessfully trying to get back to sleep, your eyes slid open only to end up squinting at the offending sunlight.

You close your eyes again and yawn, stretching your limbs and a smile plays on your face once you’re done. At your movements, your husband moves closer, groaning and wrapping his arms around you, tugging you even closer to him until your back is pressed up against his warm chest. You could feel his breath on your neck, soft and slow. His morning wood pressing against your ass and you feel your cheeks heat up at the feeling. Rolling over, you’re met with Anthony’s sleepy face. You smile once again as you take in his soft and peaceful face, you bring one of your hands to trace his lips with your fingertips. Your fingers travel to his messy hair, running your fingers through his hair gently.

Anthony sighs softly before tugging your body closer to his once again. Your eyes start to drift shut again, sleep overtaking you slowly. You feel so content, being able to hold and just enjoy the morning with the love of your life. But before you can fall asleep once again, you feel his lips on your neck.

“Hmmm,” you mumble, still very sleepy. “What are you doing?” You giggle and try to wiggle away from him. His grip tightens around your waist, tugging you closer to his body once again.

Nuzzling his face against your neck, he responds, “You’re so warm and so beautiful...” He says as his fingers trace your back so gently and his fingertips feel so soft against your skin.

You giggle as he continues to kiss your neck, before you know it he reaches back to take the covers and pull them over your bodies. Cuddling you once again while holding your naked body against his.

“Anthony...” Your whines slowly turn into soft moans as he continues to kiss your neck. He’s switching between soft small chaste kisses to wet and deep kisses that you know will leave marks on your skin.

His kisses travel to your jaw, nipping at it gently making you a whimpering mess. He is so warm against you, cocooning you in his arms and making you melt against his touch. You feel more wetness pool down low between your thighs the more he touches and kisses you. Rubbing your legs against each other, to get some friction, you hear Anthony chuckle before one of his hands comes between your thighs, pushing your legs apart for him.

“I can smell how wet you are…” He whispers against your skin making you whine against him.

His mouth moves slowly towards your lips, engulfing your mouth in a deep and slow kiss. Anthony always kisses you like he has all the time in the world. His fingers move from your waist to your upper back, and his skin is so hot and wet against yours and to make things even worse his hands move once again to cup your face gently in his hands, deepening the kiss once again.

You wrap your arms around him as you hold him closer to your body. You feel his dick, so hard against your heat, throbbing against you. Bringing your leg up, you wrap it around his hip, grinding your wetness against him. He groans as he feels your dripping core against him.

“Please… Anthony… I need you.” You whisper against his lips. His fingers tighten against your hips as he grunts at your words. He removes his lips from yours, moving his mouth to your ear.

“How do you want me?” He whispers into your ear, his voice deep. Your body shudders at his words and you whine as you continue to grind against him.

“I-I want you to take me.” You stutter shyly.

“How do you want me to take you?” He groans as his dick slips between your folds. “I have some ideas…”

Your cheeks heat up as he rolls you onto your stomach. He moves himself behind you, pulling your hips up, ass in the air for him. He stares at your wet heat, clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. Your body trembles with anticipation. You’re dripping, so soaked for him.

Seconds later you feel his cock rubbing up and down your slit. You grip the sheets as he circles the tip around your entrance and you whimper as you buck your hips against him, wanting him to fill you up.

He grips your hips, holding you so you don’t make any movements any more. “Bad kitten… so impatient.” Anthony groans when you wiggle for him, spreading your legs a bit more for him exposing more of your pussy.

“I want you so bad…” you whine, your cheeks heat up at your new favourite pet name he has for you. “D-daddy please… fill me up. Make love to me, I want your babies…”

He growls at the word and you’re glad that pulled a reaction out of him. He continues to circle his tip around your entrance, pulling more desperate whimpers from your lips. Wiggling your hips you try to push back against him but the strong hold that he has on you makes it hard for you to move.

A broken gasp leaves your lips as he finally slides the tip inside you. He gradually slides more of his thickness inside you and you tremble more underneath him. The pressure of his massive dick deep within your walls overwhelms you while you clutch the sheets below you in tight fists.

“Fuck kitty,” he groans breathlessly, as his hands trace your body gently. “You’re taking me so well, we’re almost there.”

He thrusts the last parts of himself inside you, filling you up to the brim, you moan as he halts his movements, finally inside you all the way. “Fuck, angel, you look so beautiful like this, so small, taking me all the way underneath me.” He can’t control the words that leave his lips as his hips move, quickly pulling himself out of you making you whine at the empty feeling. “My wife… such a needy kitten.” He groans before he thrusts himself all the way inside your pussy again.

“A-Ah daddy… oh my god—” you hiccup as he moves his hips slowly against you. You cry out as he thrusts so deep inside you that it has your body slumping against the bed. His hands come to move to squeeze the flesh of your ass while he continues to move against you.

You moan loudly, arching your back and pressing your ass up against him, and he grabs your asscheeks, keeping the angle perfect as he starts rolling his hips deeply into you. The noises that are spilling off your lips drive him insane, his dick throbbing inside you as you start to tighten around him. He’s so deep, hitting your cervix repeatedly making your eyes roll back in your head.

“Does my wife love being filled like this?” He moans as he leans down to press kisses against your shoulders.

Your mind goes blank as all you can do is focus on the feel of him stretching you, filling you up, so overwhelmed with bliss already. He thrusts deeper inside you, earning whines and moans as you continue to cry out his name. You try to tell him, breathlessly, about how good he is making you feel. The sound of your pleasure fuels his desire to fuck you better, urging him to do more. Anthony picks up his pace, thrusting into you quicker, harder, hitting the spot that has your body going numb.

You claw at the sheets, burying your face into the pillow to muffle your screams. The air is all stuffy around you as his hips move faster, whining you try to push back your hips against his to take more of his big cock. He moans at the sight, kneading your ass as he tries to bury himself more inside you, his tip hitting your cervix instantly. Your eyes roll back inside your head once again as you dig your fingers more into the bed, you mewl against the sheets at the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you.

“F-fuck fuck fuck, this feels so goooohhhood my lord, p-please more… harder please”

“Yeah? You love being filled with all of my cock don’t you?” He grunts as he slaps your ass once making you cry out in pleasure. Your moans grow louder and louder as well as the sounds of your pussy that keep meeting his dick over and over again. The sounds mix along with your desperate whimpers. “Your pussy is so tight and wet around me, begging me to fill you up in other ways… begging for my seed.”

“God, fuck Anthony, daddy fuck p-pleaaaase I—”

You whine as your eyes roll back inside your head.

“What do you want, kitten?” He groans while one of his hands reach around you to slip against your clit making you writhe against him as he applies pressure. The pleasure has the tension tightening in the pit of your stomach, dying for your release.

“Oh, o-oh m-my… please sir, h-harder, faster p-p-pleaaseee.” You squeak out in between moans. The wet noises of him easing into you over and over has your cheeks burning, realising just how wet and needy you are for him.

He growls, gripping your hips tighter as he picks up his pace once more. Your skin is all sweaty and hot. You try to catch your breath but from how Anthony is trusting inside you and the rubbing against your clit it feels almost impossible to do so.

“Does that feel good princess?” He asks as he leans down his body closer to yours making him hit your cervix repeatedly. You whimper and tremble underneath him as you nod, he moans against your ear as he whispers close to you. “Does it feel good? That I’m fucking you like this? Just the way you like it.”

“Yes! I-it feels sooooo gooood, Anthonyyyy—” you whine as he continues to hit your sensitive spots inside you. His fingers press down on your little button making you squirm. The tension continues to build up as the pleasure is becoming too overwhelming. You are crying out for him, your moans almost sounding like his name, and he moves his head down once again and licks your neck.

Anthony snaps his hips into you again and again, thrusting deep, causing you to see stars from knowing just how to pleasure you. Feeling like your head is swimming once again, you whine. “I’m so close, my love, please…” you beg desperately. You only need one more little push, a little bit more attention to reach your peak.

“Come for me kitten…” he whispers against your ear. “Cum around me… let me put my heir inside you.”

His hips never slow down as he massages your clit. The coil finally snaps, pleasure erupts in waves as heat overflows your body as you arch your back. You can’t stop yourself from shaking as you come against him. You almost black out because of the intensity of your orgasm, trembling like crazy. You feel yourself gushing against him, you moan as the overstimulation is getting to you.

“Fuck!” He grunts as he looks at you and feels you squirting all over him. “I wanna fill you up, my love.” His pace is becoming erratic, with less finesse as he charges towards his own finish line. “Going to fuck a baby into you, angel. Get you nice and full…”

Your walls pulse and become tighter around him as he continues to hit your cervix. He groans as his movements become more sloppy. Loud whimpers leave your lips as he finally spills his seed inside you, coating each inch of you with a warmth that pools deep inside you.

Anthony sighs as he finally feels his climax subside. His cock finishes its weak pulses, and he gently pulls out of your spent hole, making you whimper at the loss and he watches his seed drool out of you. Your pussy continues to clench repeatedly and he feels himself harden again at the sight. He wants to take you again but he knows he needs you to recover first.

“Hmmm, I think your little cunt needs to look like this every single day, don’t you?” He whispers with a smile.

You’re still trying to catch your breath as you whine every now and then. He moves off the bed, making his way to the bathroom to get a warm, wet cloth and returns to your legs to clean you carefully. Once he’s done he comes back into bed, wrapping his arms around you instantly.

“You did so well my love,” he whispers as he places soft kisses against your temples. Your cheeks burn at his sweet words. He leans down to capture your lips in another kiss. Kissing each other languidly for a while before you feel him trace your thighs with his fingers. You pull away and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“What?” He chuckles, playing coy and tries not to laugh as you shake your head with amusement.

“I know you want more… I can practically feel how hard you are against me.”

He hums at your words with a smile as his lips move against yours again. “I’ll always want you.”

Heat rises to your cheeks at his words. “Me too…” you whisper shyly.

“I’ve been very nice, very good to you. Maybe you would love to squirt all over me again?” He smiles at you deviously as you gasp, giving him a playful push.

“Anthony!” You squeal before he holds your body close to his, swallowing your noises as he kisses you deeply. Both of your laughs turn into breathy moans as you both continue to touch each other.

As he kisses and touches you again and again, you settle in for a long day, as Anthony intends on wearing you out.

                        𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

       ✧ summary ─ bucky barnes, finally being able to live freely in 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck buddy and starts to rediscover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him. 

       ✧ pairing ─ tfatws!bucky barnes x reader

       ✧ series warnings ─ smut, +18, rediscovery of sex (for bucky), oral sex, rough sex, desperate sex, dry humping, dumbass!bucky is a thing now, strangers to fuck buddies to lovers, idiots in love trope is strong in this one, kissing, making out, soft times, fluff, light angst 

       ✧ parts:

    1. ALLEY [sunday, may 16th]                        

    2. KITCHEN [friday, may 28th]                     

     3. WALL [thursday, june 10th]                      

     4. NEW [sunday, june 19th]                        

     5. BITTER [tuesday, june 25th]                    

     6. UNFAMILIAR [wednesday, july 5th]        

     7. FORGOTTEN [tuesday, july 18-19th]  

     8. LOCATION [monday, july 30th]

     9. WORRY [saturday, august 10th]

    10. EMOTIONS [friday, august 18th]

    11. RED [thurday, february 14th]

    12. NIGHT [monday, february 26th]

    13. LOVE [thursday, march 10th]

    14. FAMILY [sunday, april 12th]

SERIES’ PLAYLIST

THIS SERIES IS NOW COMPLETE. 

kiss sick | sirius black x reader 

summary sirius black takes your virginity

warnings nsfw (18+ please) shy!reader, fem!reader, p in v sex, oral fem receiving, idiots in love, praise kink, fem!reader, she/her pronouns used for reader [word count: 2.6k]

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"Just… lie back," Sirius says tiredly.

"Are you frustrated with me?" you ask him, giggles fading as you lay down in the middle of his plump sheets. His bed is soft and squishy, smelling of sandalwood and something heavier, maybe cedar. 

"I'm not," he reassures you. 

"You seem mad." 

He laughs, gently nudging your legs apart to lie on top of you. His elbows rest either side of your chest, hand coming up to stroke the small baby hairs near your hairline.

"I'm not mad," he says, words warm and quiet. "You keep laughing at me when I'm trying to seduce you, wounding my manhood permanently and indiscriminately. But," he dips down, giving you a heart skipping smile, "I'm not mad." 

"This is a seduction?" you ask, half-hopeful.

He pauses. His words are very careful. "No, not if you don't want it to be." 

His hair tickles your face and you giggle. When he notices he aims to do it again, and only stops when you say through your quiet laughter, "And if I want it to be?" 

Which is how you end up kiss sick and sweaty with your t-shirt missing, red-purple crescent moons bitten into your neck and chest. Sirius sits, cheeks flushed, with your legs in his laps, your trousers at your ankles. He pulls them off and shoves them away, running his hands up and down your calves after he's done. 

"How do you feel, doll?" he asks, dipping down to kiss your naked kneecap.

Slightly overwhelmed. Sweaty. Kind of sticky. "Is this gonna be messy?" you ask quietly. 

He smirks. "Definitely." 

You flush and cross your arms over your chest. "I- I'm… Sirius-" 

He cuts you off. "I'll get you a towel, if you want. Yeah? No worrying about mess, then." 

He retrieves a towel and tucks it under your pelvis with an amused and somehow comforting smile. You stretch your hand out tentatively before he can climb back on top of you, reaching for his trouser buttons. He steps toward you and your fingers shake as you pull down his zipper, worse when you look up for a cue.

"You wanna touch me?" he asks. You nod but can't seem to make yourself do it, pulling your hands back towards your chest insecurely. "Hey, it's okay. It's alright. Here." 

He palms himself through his boxers and adjusts his cock so it's standing up. You watch and feel a twinge between your legs, mouth drying as he puts his hand out for yours. He shuffles closer and guides your hand onto his cock, pulling your hand up and down his length until you're acquainted. You're scared to hurt him, wrapping your fingers around him lightly. He twitches and you try to pull away. 

"It's alright," he says.

"It… moved." 

He laughs loudly. "S'cos it feels good when you touch me." 

You flush from head to toe and, emboldened by his confession, slip your hand under his waistband to stroke his naked cock, pushing his boxers down with the bottom of your hand. With your palm against the base of his shaft there's almost two inches of space between your fingertip and his head. You bite your lip. 

"You're really big," you murmur, breathless as you look up at his handsome face for reassurance. "Is this going to hurt?" 

He grabs at your hand where it rests on his cock and twines your fingers together, holding both hands in his. He brings them up to his chest and leans down until you're almost nose to nose. 

"Sweetheart," he says slowly, "I don't know if it'll hurt. It's different for everyone, but I'm gonna get you ready, and I'm gonna take care of you. I'm with you the entire time, you know that?" 

You lift your chin up and he indulges you, leaning down for a kiss. You steal your hands back to thread your fingers in his long hair, pulling him in closer, deeper. He shrugs out of his trousers as you kiss, a fact you're all too aware of, then his boxers. He pulls back and you whine until he obliges you with a shorter, sweeter kiss, climbing into the bed with you and over your legs. His knees dig into the towel. 

You spread your legs to accommodate him. 

There's an awful fondness on his face as he discovers your damp underwear. He rubs a hand in the space where your cunt meets your thigh. 

"Look at you," he murmurs, "my sweet girl. I'm gonna take these off now, okay?" 

You nod more enthusiastically than you mean to, though you're rewarded when you see his shoulders relax, a little of his worried tension slipping away. 

He rubs his thumb up the crease of your underwear, feels the squishy wetness at your entrance. His expression becomes almost pained as he pulls your underwear down your thighs, leaving them to dip between your knees. 

"Fuck, sweetheart. Your cunt is so fucking pretty." The sincerity in his voice makes you dizzy and the feeling only increases as he pulls your folds open with his thumbs. "Fuck," he says under his breath. 

You watch him over your fast-moving chest, hands pressed to your ribs. You hadn't realised how nervous you were at being seen until it was actually happening, and his reaction fills you with both love and confidence. 

You hike one of your legs up and anchor yourself with your heel, smiling at his surprise. He smiles back, reaching out to bring your hands to his mouth and adorn your knuckles in kisses. 

The other hand trails lightly up your slit, spreading a line of wetness over the small bead of your clit. Your lips part in reaction.  

"You're beautiful," he says, and you look from his touches to find he's watching your face, eyes on yours as he draws slippery circles around your clit. "You're so fucking pretty. All of you." 

His eyes drop back to your cunt. "Have you ever fingered yourself, sweetheart?" 

You giggle nervously. "Uh…" 

"C'mon, don't be embarrassed." 

"I've tried," you admit, voice cracking. 

"Yeah?" he asks. When he smiles you can see his canine teeth. "I'm okay to have a go?" 

You nod. "I don't think- I think. Um. I think I tore my, my… you know. Before. I scared myself." 

He doesn't look how you worried he might, doesn't look disgusted or weirded out. He gazes down at your cunt with a thoughtful quirk to his lips. You tremble as his fingertips circle your twitching entrance and then climb back up to continue his ministrations on your clit. You squeeze his hand.  

"If you still have it, it'll probably bleed a little if I reach it. If it hurts too much, you can tell me to stop. If it hurts at all," he amends. "You want me to stop and I'll stop." He explains everything with a gentle patience and you feel guilty but you can barely listen, pleasure shooting up your tummy. 

You lift your hips off of the towel just a tiny bit, hoping he'll take the hint and that you won't have to say it aloud.

He takes the hint, letting your hand go. "How about I make you cum first, and then we'll see if you're feeling ready for me. How's that sound?" 

You nod. Back in his element, Sirius grins, pushing your legs open wider and leaning down. You gasp in surprise as his mouth meets your cunt, startled and intoxicated by his first, broad lick up your slit. 

His fingers grip into your thighs, mouth searching and hot and wet, lips closing around your clit. He sucks, licks, laps at your wetness until you're mewling, first quietly and then desperate. He pauses only to mutter out amorous seductions. 

"You taste sweet," he says innocently, glancing at you with his mouth and chin shining. 

You push your hands into his hair and encourage him back down. This delights him beyond words and he eats you out with renewed vigour, leaning his cheek against your cunt as he suckles your clit. His fingers tease your entrance, sliding first one finger and then two inside you, shallow and careful as you twitch underneath him. 

You cum before he's managed to work in a third, the feeling so overpowering that you squirm away from him and pull your hands from his hair carelessly. He pulls his mouth from your cunt and you hardly notice as he slides in his third finger, riding out your orgasm breathless and seized up. 

"Good girl," Sirius praises, fingers in a slow rhythm as they spread your hole open. "Good girl. Doing so good for me." 

You pant for breath. "Sorry," you say tearfully, "for pulling your hair. Sorry, baby." 

He pulls his fingers free from your sopping pussy and shakes his head. "You can get rough with me whenever you want, sweet thing." 

You smile blissfully at being forgiven.

"How was that?" he asks. "Hurts?" 

"No, it felt nice." 

"Even with three?" 

"I didn't notice," you admit, mortified. 

He straightens up and drags your hips towards him, shifting into a more comfortable position on his knees. "You ready to try?" 

"Please," you agree. 

His hands are everywhere, rubbing your legs, your tummy, your inner thighs. You know he's trying to keep you calm as he pushes the head of his cock against your cunt, sliding the throbbing head of it up your slit and then down. 

He looks hot. He's sweaty and your slick is all over him, his face and his hands and his arms. His chest is bare, tattoos stark black against his torso. You reach out to brush your thumb over the scorpion crawling across his ribs as he lines up and pushes in. 

It's nothing new at first, your wetness and his fingers having prepared you. An inch, two, he thrusts into you slow. His hips flex. 

"Doing so well. Doing so well for me, sweetheart," he says softly. 

It feels good, you realise, a little dazed as he pushes in further. Then, a tenderness, a pinch. You cringe at the feeling and he pushes just a little further before he stops, hands holding your hips in place. 

"There?" he asks. 

"Keep going?" you ask back. 

"You sure?" 

"Please? It felt nice at first. Get it over with," you whisper the last part. 

"Just a little more. Little bit more for me, baby," he whispers, then hisses. "Fuck, you're doing so good. Good girl." 

He ducks down to kiss the side of one of your rising tits. He catches your flesh in his teeth and bites lightly, sucking a hickey, eases in so slowly you almost don't notice. 

"Tiny bit more for me," he says, reverent, and then he bites down on your nipple just as his cock bottoms out. 

You whimper. He instantly releases your tit and soothes the swollen bud with a handful of sweet kisses, following a trail up to your collarbones, up your neck, until his eyes are hovering over yours. 

"I'm sorry," he says, rolling his hips gently, deep-seated inside you. He reaches down between you to rub your clit, "I thought one pain might distract you from another." 

He was right, in a way, your nipple does hurt more than the uncomfortable stretch of your walls, and his new plan – figure eights pushed rough and fast into your clit – is half as successful. 

"It's okay," you say wetly, chasing his touch. 

"Do we need to stop?" 

"No. No, it's okay." 

He kisses you chastely. "You're fucking beautiful." 

"So are you," you whisper, bringing your hands up to his face. He presses his forehead into yours as he pulls out. His returning thrust is sharp, then another, another, until the pain is an afterthought, until every stroke brings that feeling of fullness and stretch with it. 

He notices your pleasure. "There you go." 

He braces his hands on your chest, massaging the swollen peaks of your tits in his fingers as he drives into you. 

Your moaning becomes indistinguishable, peppered with expletives and startled little gasps when he hits something just right. He marks your sweet spot, finds it over and over, his own breathing warping into something deeper, a rugged moan. 

He climbs off of your chest and you hike up on your elbows to watch as he takes great handfuls of your hips, sliding your weeping cunt onto his cock with an echoing slap, the towel underneath you sodden with wet and cum. 

His eyebrows draw together. You do your best to move down onto his cock, calves hooked over his thighs. You roll your hips, a milking motion that pulls curse after curse from Sirius' throat. 

"Fuck," he says, voice deep and more ragged than you've heard before. "Fuck, sweetheart, where can I cum?" 

You squeeze your walls around his cock. "In me, baby, please. Wanna be full of you," you murmur, grabbing for his arms. He eases into your hold, letting you wrap your arms around his neck as his thrusts lose their speed, become sloppy. He buries his face in your neck, arms squeezing you so tightly it aches as he cums inside you, fucking it into you with a final, hip-aching thrust. 

He breathes loudly in your ear, turning his face into your neck. You, dazed, bring your hand up to cradle the back of his head. 

He comes back into himself and quickly takes his weight from you, cock moving inside you. The sudden restart of movement gives you chills. 

"Fuck, are you cold?" he asks. 

"No, no, sorry. Just feels funny now." 

"Oh." He chuckles and moves onto his haunches, pulling his cock out of you. He pumps the shaft with his hand, a mix of cum and slick dribbling down between your legs.  

He wipes his hands clean in the towel and you sit up shakily, staring down at the wet patch in surprise. 

"Messy," you murmur. 

"A little." 

You both giggle, a mixture of highs. 

He puts his hand out between you and you move your face into it in a familiar dance, crawling across the bed to climb over his lap. He receives you eagerly, hand pressed to the small of your back and pulling you in, chest still rising quickly between you.

You kiss for a little while, exhausted, before you hook your chin over his shoulder. He pats your back and sways you from side to side, his voice soft as velvet as he says, "Did such a good job, such a good girl. My good girl." You blink away tears and tighten your arms over his shoulder blades as he continues. "So pretty. Did you enjoy that?" 

"Yeah," you whisper. 

"Yeah? Felt good?" 

"Amazing," you say, face aflame, pushing your lips into his skin. You plant open mouthed kisses across the hill of his shoulder, hoping it translates as the thank you you mean it to be. 

"How did it feel for you?" you ask eventually, mouth still smushed against him. 

He nestles his nose into the side of your face. "Fucking perfect, sweetheart. Better than I ever thought." 

"You thought about this before?" you ask, confused.

He laughs like you've told the funniest joke in the world, hand stroking your spine. "Too often." Then, after a long, serene moment in his arms, "Let's get you cleaned up, sweet girl." 

You nod, though you close your eyes and take a deep inhale of his skin, his scent washing over you in a great wave. 

"In a minute. Wanna stay like this." 

Sirius pats your back again. "Got all the time in the world for you." 

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SEBASTIAN STAN attends “Deadline Contenders Television” The Paramount Theatre, Los Angeles

Harrychella  2022

reciting deadpool’s lines in front of ryan reynolds THAT KID IS GREAT

me scanning tumblr for new moon knight fanfiction everyday since its release

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SEBASTIAN STAN 2022 | Greg Swales ph. for L’Officiel USA

I’M LOSING MY FUCKING MIND?! 😩

Andrew Garfield: “To heal the most traumatic moment of his own life through doing it for his younger brother. Making sure that he didn’t have the same fate, there’s something cosmically beautiful about that. It meant getting a second chance at saving Gwen.”

SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME (2021) dir. Jon Watts Screenplay by Chris McKenna & Erik Sommers

Honey, There's People That Are Dying

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You make Bucky fish your phone out of the pool.

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: Bucky in vacation mode, smut, outdoor sex, sex by the pool, ass slapping (i forgot what the technical term is), pain kink, dom!Bucky vibes, two feral idiots in love

18+ ONLY, IF YOU ARE A MINOR KINDLY FUCK OFF, RESPECTFULLY!

A/N: Who'd have thought a bunch of 'Bastian photos is going to get me out of my writing funk? I've never written anything so fast since the pandemic lmao. Enjoy~ NOT Beta'd, oops.

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“Bucky!” your shriek reverberates all throughout the villa, scaring a couple of tropical birds out of the giant tree that stood right along where the stone path ends onto the open yard. “I was about to close that deal!”

You huff and stomp your fresh Jimmy Choos on the poolside tiles, freaking out that your very hot and very hot headed boyfriend just chucked your phone into the clear waters of the pool. You took five minutes outside to take a very important business call, thinking it would be fine since your luggage, all seven of your suitcases, three of Bucky’s and a couple of duffle bags, was still being hauled upstairs by the staff of his vacation home.

“And you’re missing the view and the fresh air, sweetheart. We’ve been planning this vacation for months; that call should have happened before you got your sweet ass in the plane.” He steps into your space, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against him. He slides one thick thigh between your legs and smirks when you squirm at the contact. You whine when his grip tightens, his touch spreading goosebumps all over your skin.

Your hands grip his biceps as heat boils in your core. You stand on the tip of your toes, bumping your nose with his, lips almost touching you tell him, “Hmm… That call was worth 280 million.” You push up and take his bottom lip between your teeth, biting and pulling hard until Bucky yelps and pulls back, lip nipped open. “You better fish out my water proof phone or you pay me the same amount in cash before the sun sets on the view that I’m missing!”

You push him away and point to the small black rectangle chilling on the bottom of the pool. Bucky wipes his lip with his thumb, growling when he sees a blood. You were going to pay for that but right now the look on your face, flushed with anger and just gorgeously seething is making his cock hard.

“Now, Bucky!” you point again to the phone ringing under water, he thinks. He was going to send Tony Stark an email about making things too durable, missing the days when phones died when they catch a little drizzle.

“Sheesh, relax! Okay!” he raises both hands in surrender, walking to the edge of the pool as you crossed your arms and followed behind him. “Honey, there’s people that are dying, you know? And you’re freaking out about a phone.” You roll your eyes and gesture for him to proceed.

You expected him to kneel by the edge and fish it out with his hands but once again shriek loudly when he jumps into the pool, still fully clothed with his shoes on, splashing your sun dress and soaking you. By the time he resurfaces, he’s got your Stark phone in his hand and you grab it quickly.

“Thank you, honeybun!” you blow him a kiss and redial to return to the call. You apologize to the investor, smiling the whole time when you finally get them to agree to your terms. You were humming affirmations when you accidentally make eye contact with your boyfriend, giving you his most murderous gaze while he was soaking wet. His white shirt had become transparent from the water, giving you firm reminder of what you had at the tip of your fingers if you just started your vacation officially.

Bucky shakes the water out of his hair and pulls himself up onto the edge of the pool. His pants were sticking to his thighs that causes you to gulp loudly for air, stuttering when you miss something your investor says but replying dumbly when you see the massive tent in Bucky’s pants.

“Yeah… I-I mean, yes! All of that sounds great! Thank you, I’ll get back to you after my vacation. Bye, thanks!” you ramble and hang up, sticking your feet together and standing in attention. Bucky was full on seething, chest rising visibly as he continues to sit still by the pool’s edge. You wanted to apologize, to him and to your poor pussy that was currently dripping like a broken faucet, for delaying your trip activities when he gestures with one thick and lock finger and beckons you to go to him.

“You done?” he grits the question, jaw clenching in unison with your weeping hole. You nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. “Good, pull your skirt up and lie down here.” He pats his wet thighs and huffs impatiently.

You toss your phone to one of the nearby lounge chairs and quickly bunch your skirt up to your waist. “Buck—Honey baby— Hey, you were the one who wanted to go legit with the business! “ he tuts and you close your mouth. You were in trouble and the excitement curls in your gut pleasantly.

He spreads his legs wider to accommodate you as you lie on your stomach over him, your ass exposed to the cool tropical air. He runs the tips of his fingers gently from your calf to the back of your thighs until he reaches the curve of your ass, alternating between pinching your soft cheeks and squeezing a handful. You moan when he uses his other hand to push your head down and locking you there by the back of your neck.

“Now, I know how important your job is to you. And I know how fun it is to make money,” he slaps your left cheek hard making your head shoot up but he prevents you, making you squirm and feel on your stomach how much joy he’s experiencing right now when his bulge greets you, “but you have to remember, “ another slap, harder this time, “which is more important…” two successive slap and you grunt from the pain that makes your core clench.

“You, Buck! It’s you! You’re the most important thing in my life.” You tell him but he only responds with quick slaps on your throbbing ass. God you won’t be able to sit on it for a while.

“Sshh. I’m not asking a question, sweetheart, so there’s really no need to answer.” He switches to the other cheek and your arm shoots out from under you, aching to grab for something while you endured your punishment. “Stay still or we’ll be here longer.”

He swipes your hair away from your face and you get a glimpse at him, swollen lip as he breathes heavy, face flushed and gorgeous under the sun. Fuck, you were going to come just by looking at him. You nod and he winks down at you.

“Oh, honey, I forgot to initiate the count. Guess we have to start again.” He hums and makes you count to fifteen, tears rolling down your face by the time the last one hits your skin. “Oh, baby come here.” He scoops you up into his lap, legs pulled around his waist to straddle him as he coos at you, peppering your face with kisses. You squirm again when his raging hard on comes in contact with your soaked center and he can’t help but chuckle. “You need me, baby?” you nod and pout and scratch at his neck when you kiss him wantonly, moaning into each other’s tongues as he squeezes you with his large hands.

Bucky infuriated you to no end as both of you tried to control each other, fighting fire with fire, all-consuming with nothing left in your path. You made him crazy when you told him no just to piss him off even when you agreed with him or wanted the same things. And yet he wouldn’t change anything that he had with you. You kept each other on your toes, pulling each other’s string and getting on your last nerves.

Bucky pulls back from the kiss and you start sucking on his neck. “You wanna go inside for this or—“

“No—here—now. Please—“ you rush to tell him pulling at his belt as you kneel to get rid of his pants. He chuckles but agrees, gripping the side of your panties and ripping it in half, tossing it on the pool. He helps you pull his pants enough for his cock already leaking and flushed pink when you finally take it out.

He aligns himself quickly, rubbing the tip into your slick folds before the head penetrates your tight entrance. Fuck, you both cuss at the pressure and the heat. Bucky looks up at you in reverence as your face contorts while your pussy tries to accommodate him, mouth dropping open, no sound coming out just puffs of air that blow on his face. You looked beautiful as the sunlight formed a crown behind you as he splits you in half.

You whine when he finally reaches his hilt, nails digging into his skin as you try to regain your bearings. He does an experimental thrust and you cry out in pleasure, a sound he’ll never get tired of. He lets you set the pace first, he had to be as coherent as possible so he can see your face when you come on his cock.

“Go ahead baby, ride this dick. Make yourself come on your cock, sweetheart.” You nod and begin to move back and forth, using his shoulders as leverage. You swear softly, always surprised at his size and the magic that your body conjures to accommodate him—to take every inch of him with joy. You grind down on him as his hand palms your tits, pulling and twisting on your taut nipples until he pulls down your dress and puts them inside his heavenly mouth. He laps at them, teasing the peaks with the tip of his tongue and nipping at them with teeth. His hand then travels south and cups your ass making you whine and pull up. You sit on him heavily and the both of you grunt from the pressure.

“Again. Do that again—“ he scrapes his teeth on your jaw and licks you there when you do as he says and your core clenches harder at the impact. Bucky encourages you with dirty sweet things. Best pussy I’ve ever had, only pussy I need, soak me honey, fuck please, I need you to cream all over me.

When you pace falters, he takes over and thrusts up into you. Pace faster and harsher than your own, every stroke hitting you deliciously. He pulls one of your legs higher, almost at his shoulder level until he rolls you on your back, cupping the back of your head against the cool tile surface. The change of position gives him more access and he takes himself deeper.

The pain on your ass calls out to you and with all your strength you push at Bucky’s shoulder until you switch positions and you’re atop him again. You close your eyes and ride him faster, he assists you with two fingers to your clit and it powers you through and through, head raised to the clear blue skies until you get thrown into your climax. You clench around Bucky and he growls at the way your pussy tries to suck him all in. Your release triggers his and with a couple more strokes he fills you with his warmth, painting you with his seed, slowly thrusting up into you to mark every thing inside.

He places his hand around your throat as you savor your pleasure, writhing in his hold. He gives you a languid kiss as you come down from your high, rubbing soothing patterns on your back as his spend leaks out of you.

“God, I needed that. I-I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier,” you shyly tuck yourself in the crook of his neck, lying on top of him after getting post nut clarity of your behavior.

“Worth missing two hundred million?” you slap him on the chest and he chuckles, cupping your backside and making you hiss. “So… you in this vacation with me now or do you have anymore more calls to make?”

You sit up still straddling him, his cock still lodged inside you while his come escapes in thick, creamy waves. You smile down at him and clench your pussy around his semi hard on.

“If you eat me out until I pass out, I’ll throw my phone over the balcony and into the sea.” You slowly pull yourself off him and wobble back into the house.

“Fuck!” Bucky tucks his hardening self inside his pants again as he goes after you but not before picking up your ringing phone and turning it off, chucking it off into the bushes. “Wait up! Give me that pussy!”

A birthday punishment and a birthday gift.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

Summary: After your boyfriend comes back home after leaving his birthday party early to let the Devil out, you play with him in the shower.

Word count: 2017

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI. SMUT, sub!Matt, dom!reader, handjob, choking, edging, just a tiny bit of overstimulation, praise kink, pet names (baby, sweetheart, sunshine), spending too much time in the shower (guys c'mon save water). Afab reader but no pronouns used.

A/N: I wouldn't say this is a tall!reader fic but I wrote it as being roughly the same height as Matt. I don't think it matters that much anyway so... enjoy!

Please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment if you enjoyed it <3

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You were sound asleep when he came back from patrolling. As always, he made his way to the shower before getting in bed, careful not to make any sound that could wake you up.

Matt was being extra careful tonight, though. You tried to hide it but you were pissed at him for leaving his birthday party early to go devil around the Kitchen. And he understood, you were right to be angry and he'd try to make it up to you later when you woke up.

The sound of the shower ended up rousing you from your sleep. Normally, you would've gone back to sleep, knowing your boyfriend was back, but you had other plans tonight.

You had been a bit angry initially when you got home from the party and he went to put on the suit instead of spending the night with you, but at the same time, what were you expecting? You knew who you were dating and you ultimately couldn't be mad at him.

You stripped from your pajamas and made your way to the bathroom. Technically, it wasn't his birthday anymore and you knew he'd be tired, but you still wanted to do something for him.

Matt had his back to you, facing the wall as he scrubbed his hair clean. You stepped inside, your arms wrapping around his body from behind as you buried your face on the crook of his neck, leaving a kiss there.

"Sorry for waking you up." Matt said, placing his hand on top of yours on his chest.

"It's fine… We have unfinished business anyway." You nuzzled him below his ear, hugging him tighter and pressing your front against his broad back, your hands starting to roam across his torso.

Matt shuddered, leaning instinctively into your touch. He always craved your touch, especially now when he thought you would still be mad at him.

"I'm sorry for goi-" He started to apologize, intending to turn around, but you shushed him and kept him in place, your nails dragging down his sides to the tops of his thighs, making his breath hitch.

"Be a good boy and let me do what I want." You said against his skin, gently sucking on it but being careful enough to not leave a mark.

Matt let out an almost inaudible "Fuck", tilting his head to give you more space on his neck, feeling the rush of blood to his already hardening cock.

You smirked at his response before resuming your kisses, moving to his back. You kissed and gently bit his shoulders, your hands moving to his chest to rub his nipples before going down his abdomen, grazing his skin while your lips kissed down his spine until you kneel behind him.

Matt kept himself still by pressing his hands against the tiles, letting his head drop as his breath quickened.

"Please…" He breathed out. Your hands were now exploring the inside of his thighs. He was painfully hard and you had touch him everywhere except where he needed it the most, the feeling on his sensitive skin almost maddening.

"I know, baby, you just gotta be patient…" Your hands now leaving his front to grope his ass, playfully biting on one of his butt cheeks and making Matt huff, before getting back up.

You kissed your way up his spine again before resting your head on his shoulder, one of your hands moving down the trail of hair on his abdomen and finally wrapping around his cock, slowly starting to move up and down his length.

Matt's head tilted back as a moan went past his lips, the stream of water now hitting his chest, his mouth slacking when your hand focused on his tip, the precum coating your hand.

You nipped at his ear and suckled on his earlobe as you picked up the pace, pumping him both faster and harder, the nails of your other hand digging on his hip where you kept him from moving.

Matt's moans got louder and his hips tried to sloppily thrust against your hand. Even with the water and steam saturating the air and muffling his senses, he could smell your arousal, feel your hard nipples and the strong beat of your heart on his back making his go even faster.

You felt him tense up when your other hand went to fondle with his balls, making you smirk, the hand on his dick keeping a steady pace.

"I'm gonna-Fuck, sweetheart I'm gonna cum." Matt struggled to say in between breaths.

That was your cue to stop, making him whimper at the loss of contact when he thrusted into nothing.

"Sorry baby, you can't come now. I'm not done yet." You told him, kissing below his ear, his neck and shoulder as your hands rub his hips trying to soothe him.

"Is… is this my punishment for going out tonight?" Matt asked as he panted, his hands dropping to his sides as he came down from the edge.

"Mhmm…" You hummed, trailing kisses from one shoulder to the other to give it some attention.

"I guess I deserve it." He huffed a chuckle.

One of your hands traveled across his body to grab his jaw, making him turn his head so you could see his flushed beautiful face.

"Open." You ordered him, your index and middle finger brushing against his rosy lips, waiting for him to let them in.

Matt obeyed without hesitation, humming at the taste of your fingers as they slid over his tongue.

"That's it, baby. You look so beautiful like that." You praised on his ear, the encouragement making him thrust into the air again, needing to feel some friction again as he sucked on your fingers. "So needy." You cooed, leaving a kiss on his jaw as your other hand went to wrap his painfully hard cock, starting to jerk him off again.

You kept fucking Matt's mouth with your fingers as you allowed him to fuck himself with your fist, his hands holding onto your arms. You didn't have to tell him, he knew he couldn't touch you when he was at your mercy.

You felt his hips falter, his body tensing up again, so you quickly took your fingers from his mouth with a wet popping sound. His lips searched for them for a second but they were gone, your hand grabbing the column of his neck, keeping him firmly in place without choking him, the hand on his dick slowing down and stopping right before he could come.

Matt whined and turned his head towards your face. "Please, sunshine, I can't take it." He pleaded, the hot air of his panting hitting your face.

"Oh but you can, my love. I know you can take it." You nuzzled his nose, your lips hovering his but not touching.

Matt tried to kiss you but you moved away, making him whine again when you kissed his stubbled cheek instead. He almost cried in that moment, not being able to kiss you being arguably worse than not being allowed to cum. "God, please, Y/n…"

You decided it was enough punishment for today and sighed. "Okay, okay… I'll let you come next time. You know I love it when you beg for me." You said, your thumb lovingly caressing his throat.

You reached your free hand between your bodies to cover your fingers with the slick pooled between your folds before taking his throbbing, weeping cock on your hand once again, knowing you'd get a reaction from your boyfriend with heightened senses.

And you were right, Matt had been smelling the sweet, tangy scent of your arousal this whole time, but having it coat his cock and mix with his own fluids made his eyes roll back, his mouth going slack again as he breathed through it to get a better taste of you.

You moved your fist up and down his length, slow and hard at first, then picking up the pace as he got worked up again.

He was a moaning, panting mess in your arms, rutting into your tight fist almost desperately.

He wasn't going to last much longer, so you decided to finally squeeze the sides of his neck, just enough to make him dizzy.

"C'mon, come for me, I know you want to…" You mumbled against his shoulder, looking down so you wouldn't miss it and kissing whatever skin was available as you encouraged him.

The throbbing in his ears and the light-headed feeling was just what he needed to tip him over the edge, Matt's hips erratically moving as his cum covered your hand.

You squeezed him tighter, slowly milking him until the last drop. "Mmm… that's it, my love. You did so well…" You praised releasing your grip on his neck and soothing his throat, peppering kisses along his jaw.

Thinking he was done, you went to pull your cum-coated hand away, but Matt quickly grabbed you by the wrist to keep it in place, rubbing his oversensitive dick against your hand.

"More, please…" He breathed out in a whine, testing the waters by holding your hand in his, making you make a fist around his cock to keep thrusting.

"Okay, just 'cause it's your birthday." You chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder and your free arm wrapped around his waist to rest there with his. "Let me see how you fuck yourself with my fist."

The friction is so addictively painful, making Matt want more and more of it even if he had already cum.

It didn't take a lot more thrusts for another orgasm to wash over him, making him tremble and hiss at the pain, his knees almost giving up as a few more drops of cum came out of his spent cock.

You gave him a last, gentle pump that made him shake, slacking against your body as his threatened to give up.

You shushed him, holding him tightly and rubbing your hand on his abdomen to calm him down.

Matt took a moment to even his breath out before turning to face you, his nose nuzzling yours. "Are you gonna let me kiss you now?"

"Yeah, c'mere…" You raised a hand to the back of his neck to pull him in, your lips finally connecting with his in a slow, tender kiss, Matt's arms wrapping around your waist to hold you tight against him.

Without breaking the kiss, he placed both of you under the stream of water, his hands leaving your waist to gently grab your face, intending to break the kiss to say something, but ultimately being unable to do it, indulging in the feeling of your soft lips brushing against his for a bit more.

"Let me do something for you too…"

"I think we've wasted enough water, Matt." You chuckled and reached to stop the running water, now that it had already washed away the remnants of Matt's orgasm of your skin.

"In bed, then." He insisted, nuzzling your nose again as his hands left your face to trail down your body.

"Don't think I haven't noticed the bruise on your ribs, Devil." It wasn't that you didn't want him to fuck you. In fact, that's all you had been wanting all night long. But he was hurt, and you knew he would not care if he made his injuries worse if that meant he satisfied you.

Matt sighed, rubbing your hip before smirking at you, leaning in. "I'll tell you what, we can go to sleep now or we can go to bed and you sit on my face. I don't have to move anything but my mouth." He said in a low, suggesting tone, the grip on your hip tightening at the thought of tasting you.

You bit your lower lip, your neglected pussy clench around nothing at his words. "Fuck, Matt… I can't argue with that."

Matt's smirk grew into a satisfied smile before kissing your lips again, more passionately this time. "Let's get out of here then, can't wait to taste my birthday gift."

SEBASTIAN STAN Flaunt Magazine The Phone a Friend Issue (March 2022)

I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCHHHH AAAAA

She said, "What's on your mind?"// I said, "Your skin"

Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, Established relationship, Mirror stuff, like pussy worship if you squint

Author’s Note: I just think we should all be more comfortable looking at ourselves and getting to know our bodies and I like to image Matt would want that too. I really need to wash my hair but I also just ate so I wrote this while I waited for my stomach to settle

Post-orgasm Matt was clingy and soft but he claimed that was only for you. After a round of morning sex, you and him were on top of the covers. You were leaning against the headboard. His head was on your mound with his right ear pressed against your crotch while you played with his hair. You weren’t sure if he was listening to his cum moving around in your uterus or the pulse that was still throbbing in your loins.

There was a mirror parallel to where you and Matt were laying, giving the perfect view of your post-orgasmic state. Even though you knew he wasn’t, the way Matt’s head was resting it was almost like he was looking directly at your body in the mirror. “Tell me what you look like”

You rolled your eyes. “Matt you know what I look like.” You went on to give a very utilitarian description of the colour of your hair, your eyes, your height, your body type all the standard stuff that would show up if you got roped into more of Matt’s shenanigans and ended up as a fugitive on Unsolved Mysteries.

“That’s not what I mean.” Matt hooks his hands underneath the flesh of your thighs and spreads your legs as far as they would go, having your plush, dewy folds completely exposed in the reflection of the mirror. You had never really seen yourself like this.

“Every time I think I’ve got your body mapped and figured out there’s always something new that I find that takes my breath away.” You smiled thinking about the other night when Matt shifted the angle of his thrust. He found a new spot inside of you that made his breath hitch and you moan so pretty around his cock.

Matt’s fingers parted your labia using two fingers to hold the puffy lips apart to expose your glistening flesh. “So tell me, gorgeous, what do you look like?”

Part 2

Warmth of You (Matt Murdock x GN! Reader)

Summary: You're cold, and Matt is warm. That's it.

Warnings: Pure tooth rotting fluff.

Author's note: My house being cold AF this morning and my bestie @what-the-hell from the Horny Hive inspired this lil drabble 😘

New York winters were something you were going to have to get used to. This particular night it was positively frigid, and no amount of blankets, socks, and flannel pajamas could save you from the bitter cold. Your boyfriend Matt was fast asleep next to you, but you were wide awake and shivering.

You felt the bed shift, and then a warm hand on your arm. Matt slowly rolled you over so that you were facing him. Little did you know, he could feel you shivering.

"Sweetheart, c'mere." He whispered as he hugged you to his chest.

"I'm sorry, Matt. It's just so cold. I'm not used to this."

"Shhhhhh. It's alright. You should have told me you were cold." He said before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I thought you were asleep. I didn't want to disturb you."

"You're never, ever disturbing me, sweetheart. I'll always keep you warm."

He caressed your cheek and placed a soft kiss there. You snuggled into his embrace and he petted your hair until you fell asleep. Once he heard your heartbeat even out, he finally fell asleep. You were warm and safe in his arms, right where you belonged.

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