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scene prompt! bucky eating you out until you physically canât take it anymore but he doesnât stop.
Title: Youâre Gonna Give Me Six
Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Absolute Filth. Cunnilingus, Overstimulation
You donât even see him before his arms are anchored tight around your waist, his face buried against the back of your neck. He smells like sweat and motor oil, and you know the fingers heâs digging into your hip through the fabric of your dress are stained with the stuffâthey always are. Thereâs a smudge of it on his cheek, a testament to how quickly heâd fled the garage downstairs upon seeing your car pull into the driveway.
âMissed you.â Bucky breathes the words against your skin and you shiver as they leave goosebumps. You know he means it, the way he sighs and presses his nose into the loose curls at the nape of your neck. Bucky doesnât talk muchâa trait you still find a little unsettling, but youâre learning to read him the way he reads you; learning how to hear words hidden in the slow pass of his hand or the upward curl of his lips. It makes his words heavy, like theyâre carrying more than just themselvesâso you know he means them.Â
âI was only gone a week.â Your words are muffled by his shoulder. You can feel his lips curve against your throat. He hums low in his throat.Â
âSâ too long.â When he dumps you onto the bed, the sheets all smell like him, like heâs spent every night you were apart here in your apartment. You suspect that if you were to bury your face in the pillows, youâd smell his aftershave.
âHowâm I supposed tâsleep âless I can feel you right next to me, Peach?â Your feet dangle off the edge of the bed as Bucky settles himself between your thighs. âAinât slept good in days.â His hands are warm on your thighs, his thumbs rubbing circles into your bare skin as he pushes the hem of your dress up over your hips.
âAnd thatâs my fault?â You ask teasingly, though your boyfriend nods without missing a beat.Â
âMmm.â He drags his finger down over the swell of your cunt through your panties, before cupping it with one huge hand. âGot some apologies to make, I reckon.â You squeal as he tugs your panties tight, tugging them back and forth between the lips of your pussy like dental floss. You gasp.Â
âB-Buckââ He snaps the elastic against you before tugging them to the side.Â
âThatâs good, Peach,â he says, his rough hands spreading your thighs apart as he lowers himself between them. âAll I wanna hear sâ my name.â The first touch of his tongue is electric, gently tracing the outline of your lips like heâs trying to map them out. Your sharp breath elicits a chuckle, and you feel his mouth curve against you. Bucky spreads your thighs further apart, slipping his tongue into your folds with a soft moan of appreciation.Â
âShouldâa done this before you got in that damn taxi,â he mumbles. âShouldâa tasted you before you left.â You want to respond, but the words keep devolving into meaningless babble as his tongue works against you. His fingers dig into your thighs as he sucks your clit into his mouth, rolling it.
âO-oh f-fuckââ
You cum without warning, squeezing your thighs around his head as you rock your hips into his face. Bucky groans, holding you in place as your thighs tremble. He doesnât stop, forcing your trembling thighs back open.Â
âB-Bucky what, whatâohââ You arch into the mattress as he finds your swollen, overworked clit with his tongue. âBââ Itâs like electricity exploding behind your unseeing eyes, and you keen as he slides two thick fingers into your sopping cunt, moaning low in his throat as you clamp down around him.Â
âYouâre gonna give me six more, Peach,â he says lowly. Bucky spreads his fingers, scissoring them inside you with a wet squelch. âOne for every day you missed.âÂ
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Masterlist
Hello and welcome to my Masterlist! Here you will (hopefully) find all of my fics I have ever written EVER.
To make life easier, I have also created collections which you can find under the header (from @/cafekitsune)
Characters who I write for a lot (like Bucky, Steve and Dean etc.) have their own collections. So if you're looking for a specific character, check their collection first! Only because their collection will be updated regularly.
One-shots from the challenges are also linked under the character name, just so you don't have to scroll through the entire challenge masterlist if you don't want to.
The masterlist is divided into 4 sections: Latest, Events and Challenges, Collections and Every Fic Ever (separated by character) which includes every one-shot, drabble and series I have written for that character.
Too ensure this isn't too bulky, I have only included summaries and word counts under the links. PLEASE ENSURE YOU READ A FICS TAGS. I am not responsible for your content consumption and whilst I try to tag everything appropriately I still might miss something!
Final reminder that this is an 18+ blog so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Fic Key: đ fluff, đ„smut, âïžangst, Dark
Happy Reading! <3
đžLatestđž
âż Events and Challengesâż
Flufftober 2024 Masterlist
Kinktober 2024 Masterlist
Stevebbboi's 200 Follower Writer Challenge Masterlist
Fluffcember 2024 Masterlist
Boxofbones Transformation Challenge
đ»Collectionsđ»
The Bucky Barnes Collection
The Steve Rogers Collection
The Stucky Collection
The Loki Collection
The MCU Collection (This is all of the other characters I've written for)
The Chris Evans + Sebastian Stan Collection (additonal characters that don't have enough fics to have their own list)
The Dean Winchester Collection
The Baldur's Gate 3 Collection
Fic Key: đ fluff, đ„smut, âïžangst
đ·Every Fic Everđ·
Sebastian Stan Characters
Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier
One-Shots/Drabbles:
Flufftober Day 1: Lost Pet MeetCute (Alt. Alpine's Adventure) đ
Summary: Alpine escapes the apartment and decides to go on an adventure to find Bucky the perfect gift, eventually enlisting the help of a newfound friend to help her plan come to fruition.
Word Count: 3.3k
Part 1 of the Tails Of New York collection
Flufftober day 4: Market Day đ
Summary: You go shopping at the market for plums for a baked treat and share a cute moment with a stranger over plums.
Flufftober Day 13: Attic đ
Summary: You haven't cleared out your attic in a long time and rope in Bucky to help you; not expecting to be scared out of your wits.
Word count: 2k
Flufftober day 16: Only One Bed đ
Summary: Bucky thinks double room means a room with two beds and after a long mission, both of you just want sleep.
Flufftober 18: "I got You." đ
Summary: Your friend Bucky Barnes cat sits for you when you have an emergency. However, after one little accident, you come back to the strangest welcome ever.
Part 2 to Alpine's Adventure and part of the Tails Of New York collection
Kinktober Day 9: Somnophilia đ„
Summary: You always tell Bucky to wake you up when he comes back from missions but you never specified how.
Word Count: 1.9k
Kinktober Day 14: Spreader Bar đ„
Summary: You get stuck in a compromising position but thankfully your very helpful roomie is able to "help".
Word Count: 2.6k
Series/Collections:
Tails of New York (ongoing) đ
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 |
This started from 2 of the flufftober prompts and is currently a WIP. I am happy to receive asks etc. on this work!!
Roomate Bucky (title is a WIP) đ„
Part 1 |
Similarly to Roomate!Steve - this all started as a prompt from Kinktober and stuck!
Sheriff Lee Bodecker (The Devil All The Time)
Kinktober day 13: Handcuffsđ„
Summary: After stumbling out of a bar drunk, you get picked up by the local deputy and make his night a little more interesting.
Word count: 1.1k
Lance Tucker (The Bronze)
Kinktober Day : Stretching đ„
Chris Evans Characters
Steve Rogers / Captain America
Flufftober Day 8: Chopping Wood (pre-serum Steve!)đ
Summary: When Steve has an asthma attack on a training drill and gets lost, he meets a friendly axe-wielding dame who takes his breath away.
Word count: 1.6k
Flufftober Day 15: "What are you wearing?"/"It's Laundry Day!" đ
Summary: It's laundry day and you whip out your handy cosy outfit you wear when Steve isn't around. However, Steve comes home early...
Word count: 879 words
Flufftober Day 24: Gravestone âïžđ
Summary: You volunteer at your local graveyard to clean headstones. One day you meet someone you never thought you'd bump into, noting the beginning of a very wholesome relationship.
Word count: 1.7k
Flufftober Day 27: Written But Never Sent âïžđ
Kinktober 6: Handjobs đđ„
Summary: Your roommate forgets to disconnect his Bluetooth headphones from his phone, leading to an embarrassing moment between you both that segues into something more.
Word Count: 2.9k
Kinktober Day 10: Morning Sex đ„đ
Kinktober Day 11: Enemies AND lovers đ„
summary: You and Steve have played this game before; you go about your hero/villain duties and then in the dark of the night you scratch the itch that only the other can soothe. However, this time it's a slightly different.
Series/Collections:
And They Were Roommates... (working title haha) đ„đ
Part 1 | Part 2
From Kinktober 6 and Kinktober this has become a story of roomates to lovers and is currently a WIP. I am happy to receive asks etc. on this work!!
Jake Jensen (The Losers)
Flufftober Day 7: Hoodie Weather đ
Summary: You hate your boss and hate filing work for him when heâs out gallivanting so when your IT kit breaks and you summon IT to the devilâs den that is your bossâ office you canât help but take the opportunity youâve been given with your office crush.
Word Count: 3.5k
Flufftober Day 25: Haunted House đ
Summary: Jake begrudgingly takes his niece, Aimee, to the Haunted House at the fairground. Putting on a brave face is a lot harder than it looks when you don't like clowns.
Word count: 1.6k
Kinktober day 2: Office Sex đ„
Summary: You hate your boss and hate filing work for him when heâs out gallivanting so when your IT kit breaks and you summon IT to the devilâs den that is your bossâ office you canât help but take the opportunity youâve been given with your office crush.
Word Count: 3.5k
Kinktober Day 15: Costumes (Alt. Title: Honey Bunny) đ„
Summary: You surprise your boyfriend with your costume at Aisha's Halloween party - a costume he's been waiting all month to see.
Word count: 2.7k
Kinktober day : Blowjobs/ Milf đ„
Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)
Flufftober Day 20: "I hate it." / "No you don't." đ
Flufftober Day 26: "I can't find it." (Alt title: Sweater Weather) đ
Kinktober Day: Free Use đ„
Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)
Kinktober Day 4 : CNC đ„
Summary: You find a place on the Web where you can spell out your sexual desires with no judgement and maybe even hire some help...Â
Word Count: 2.1k
Kinktober Day : Body Worship đ„đ
Johnny Storm (The Fantastic 4)
Kinktober 1: Scratching đ„
Kinktober : Spitting đ„
Ari Levinson
Ionian Sun đ„ Part of @/steviebbboi 's 200 Follower Writer challenge
Other MCU Characters
Stucky (Steve and Bucky)
Kinktober Day 3: Clit/Cock warming đ„
Summary: Your boyfriends know how to make you feel adored after a busy day at work - just as you know how to take care of them.
Word count: 1.2k
Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America
Flufftober Day 2: "On your left!" đ
Summary: Your boyfriend suggests going for a bike ride and picnic one sunny day, only for you to end up being glared at by ducks and soaking wet.
Word Count: 1k
Flufftober Day 12: "This is spooky." / "Really?" đ
Baron Helmut Zemo / Zemo
Flufftober Day 17: Bewitched đ
Summary: Bucky and Sam come your apartment for a few days to hide out and a certain Sokovian Baron is enamoured by you.
Word count: 2.6k
Kinktober day : Discipline đ„
Loki
Flufftober Day 11: Ingredients, Potions, Spells đ
Summary: Loki gets sick and reader takes care of him :)
Word count: 2.3k
Flufftober 21: Rainy Day đ
Summary: When your plans for a walk get ruined, you and your boyfriend decide to have a lazy afternoon instead.
Kinktober Day : Macrophilia
Kinktober Day : Overstimulation/Dacryphilia
Series/Collections:
The Perfect Jotunn Bride
Part 1 | Part 2
From Kinktober and Kinktober this has become a mini WIP - if I update I update!
Thor
Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow
Mistaken Identity
-> Flufftober Day 6
Yelena Belova
Flufftober Day : "Don't do that!" / "But..." đ
Summary: You decide tonight's the night you're going to make your move. But Yelena beats you to it.
Word count: 1k
Kinktober Day : Competence
Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch
Flufftober Day 23: Comfort Food đ
Flufftober Day 31: Make A Wish
Dean Winchester (Supernatural)
Baldur's Gate 3 Characters
Scratch, Lae'zel and Tav
Flufftober Day 19: Paw
Halsin
Flufftober Day : Acorn, Chesnut, Pinecone đ
Kinktober Day : Hunter/Prey đ„
Kinktober Day : Size Kink (Alt. Title: ) đ„
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Whatâs Farmer!Alpha!Thor and his omega up to? đ
She pregnant yet? Or are they still trying? đ
Title: Patience
âHold on, Honeybeeâthatâs it. Like I taught youâfuck.â Thor doesnât seem to mind the flour staining his hands and now your bare hips, leaving dusty prints wherever he touches you. He rolls his hips, forcing the thick weight of his cock inside you even further. You canât find it in yourself to complain, his scent filling your nostrils and the taste of honey on your tongue. Heâs into the thick of his rut now, a hard, primal edge to every word that leaves his lips.Â
You grip the edge of the counter with trembling hands as he sinks into you over and over again, warm pleasure dripping down your spine. Itâs the fullness you canât get used to, the feel of him stretching you as you struggle to take him, even before he knotsâ
Thor slams one hand on the table, dragging his fingers through the flour next to your head as you gasp and writhe. Youâre so full it feels like youâre bursting, the pleasure warm as it spreads down every nerve ending, dripping down to trap your thoughts in sticky amber so they donât quite reach the forefront of your mind. Itâs wrongâbut why, again? How can there be wrong here when it feels so right? When Alpha is here and hungry for you, his teeth scraping deliciously against the side of your throat as he bends over you.Â
âThatâs it, Honeybee,â he growls, dragging his tongue along the healed mark at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He chuckles, tracing shapes from the curve of your hip to the growing swell of your belly. When you peek over your shoulder at your mate, his blue eyes are fever bright, the pupils dilated black. âKnow I canât put another in here yet, but youâll let me practice, wonât you, Bee?âÂ
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Drabble idea: your next door neighbour is reclusive and you rarely see him but you do notice the strange noises you hear during the full moon and the women who enter his apartment and don't come out.
(Werewolf! Curtis Everett)
Title: Moonsign
Pairing: Werewolf!Curtis Everett x Reader
Summary: You pick the wrong night to return your neighborâs mis-delivered mail.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Violence, Monsterfucking-adjacent, Violence, Werewolf AU
A/N: so i fell in love with this promptâ
You pause, your fist half a centimeter from the door as a sharp howl splits the air. Maybe he has a dog. Youâve never actually seen your reclusive neighbor out with one around the block, but working nights has left you decidedly out of the loop on neighborhood events. The blockâs been a ghost town lately anyway, what with over half the buildings covered in red and yellow tape signaling that they would soon be torn down or repurposed into housing neither you nor your roommates would be able to afford.
The pile in your hands consists of fifteen letters plus a small package youâd opened by mistakeâa dried bundle of beautiful purple flowers youâd had to look at the card inside to identify as decorative monkshood. Behind the house, the sun is setting bright orange and red, casting the dreary porch in shadow. Iâm overthinking this.
You knock.
The door creaks open, and you stand, stunned in the doorway with your arm still raised as you stare into the dim hallway beyond.
âH-hello?â You croak, your throat suddenly tight. You drop your arm. âMr. Everett?â Thereâs no response, at least not one you can hear from the porch. The sound of cicadas grows in your ears as you shift nervously from foot to foot. Iâll just.. leave it inside. On a table or something.
âIâm, um, Iâm coming in,â you follow the statement with a timid step across the threshold. âIâve just um, Iâve got some mail of yours, I think it was delivered by mistake.â The rug muffles the sound of your footsteps as you shuffle toward the warm yellow light at the end of the hall. Itâs a kitchenâand itâs empty.
You set the mail down on the small table. âSorry I opened one by mistake,â you call, before shaking your head. âWhat am I doing,â you mutter, pinching the bridge of your nose. âThereâs nobody even home.â Thatâs fine, all the better. You donât want to have to face your neighbor after opening his mail. As you turn to head back outside, your foot catches against the leg of a chair pulled back from the table. You stumble, letting out a loud curse.
âGoddammitââ Itâs only just out of your lips before you freeze, your stomach tightening. Your cry of pain seems mirrored somehow, like an echoâ
Like youâre not alone in this house.
You go to speak, but find your mouth dry, and throat tight as you cup your hands around your mouth.
âHello?â It comes out as a croak. âIâm sorry for intruding, the door was open andââ You tremble as the answering animal bellow cuts your nervous excuse in half, the unsaid words hanging unspoken in the air in front of your trembling mouth.
Is he hurt or something?
âMr. Everett?â
For a moment, the house is so silent you can hear the traffic outside, and then the same agonized wail reverberates up through the floorboards, setting your heart racing. You clamp a hand over your mouth to silence the terrified whimper that threatens to escape. It sounds again and again until you realize it isnât just an anguished, pained yellâ someone is speaking to you.
ââlp me,â the words are barely discernible, like the one speaking them can barely manage. âHelp meâŠâ
There is another door in the kitchen, one that doesnât lead back out into the rest of the small house. It, like the front door, opens easily with little effort. The heavy door swings open on silent hinges, exposing a set of dimly lit cement stairs winding down into the dark basement.
âMr. Everett are youâare you down here?â Your reluctant voice takes a long time to bounce back to your ears. âDo-do you need me to call someone? Did you fall?â
âIt⊠hurtsâŠâ
You arenât sure why the thought of going down those stairs fills you with a primordial sense of dread, like your body is painfully aware of something your waking mind isnât. You hesitate, but then another anguished wail accompanied by a sick sounding crack spurs you into action. He was hurt down there, and your waffling wasnât helping.
You shine your phone light on the stairs as you descend, each step dragging icy fingers slowly down your spine. You swallow thickly as you reach the bottom, cool sweat prickling at your temples. The bare bulb hanging by the landing gives off comically little light, forcing you to squint, your brows furrowed as you stare into the gloom. The house upstairs, like most of the buildings on the block, was an old construction, built some time in the sixties or seventiesâbut this concrete was new.
And the basement⊠itâs bigger than youâd thought possible, the walls invisible to you either by darkness or design. The air down here is still and heavy, and you cannot will yourself to break the pregnant silence. Goosebumps rise on your skin.
A sickening crack shatters the quiet, and the pained noise that follows is louder and closer than ever before. You squeak with fear, before covering your mouth with your hands. It stinks down here, you realize, a tart, copper scent that you finally recognize as a mix of sweat and blood.
âYouâŠcame.â The words sound pleased, despite the speakerâs obvious pain. And that voice⊠You squeeze your arms around yourself, taking a step back towards the landing. It was like an animal growling words. It doesnât even sound human.
Your heel bumps the concrete as you begin to back away.
âM-Mr. Everett, Iâm going to g-g-go call someone f-for youââ
âI wai-ted for yo-ou,â the voice rasps, continuing on as if you havenât spoken at all. âCall-ed fo-r yo-ou.â Something shifts in the darkâsomething big. There is a heavy grunt, and then the sound of metal dragging against the concrete. A whimper worms its way past your lips as slowly, the weak glow of the swaying bulb above your head reflects off of two pale blue eyes, glinting in the dark. The thing stops moving, the dragging sound suddenly ceasing.
âHe thi-nks this will sto-op me,â the sound of the chain striking concrete is like the thunder outside, the spark briefly illuminatingâsomething. You canât comprehend itâhuge and hulking, dark furââThere is no ca-ge for me that he can bui-ld that I cannot destro-oy.â
There is a sound like metal crunching and then your legs are moving before you tell them to, scrambling up the stairs on your hands and feet like an animal as a rasping sound like laughter follows at your heels.
Youâre barely through the door when you hear it on the stairs, something big coming up behind youâyou bolt towards the front door, a scream erupting from your throat. You grab the door handleâ
As claws tear through your overalls, splitting the skin underneath like hot knives. You fall forward with a cry against the door. It knocks the wind out of you, and you fall to your knees, your eyes blurry with tears. Itâs like a wolf, you realize as it looms over youâbut like a man, too, standing on thickly furred legs with an unnatural, canine bend.
Pale blue eyes sit above its dark muzzle, and they sparkle with dark amusement. You open your mouth to scream again and it lunges, burying sharp white teeth into the meat of your shoulder. You can taste your own blood, smell it in the air around you as you gurgle. Your blood gleams on its muzzle when it pulls away, dripping down onto your face as it hums.
âHe will have to keep you now.â Terrified tears track down your cheeks as the bite mark on your shoulder begins to burn. âLike he wants to.â
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Title: Due Diligence
Pairing: Minotaur!Thor x Reader
Warnings: Smut, Monsterfucking, Size-Kink, Minors DNI!
a/n: iâm coming back to re-claim my title as âQueen of the Monsterfuckersâ đ«Ł âDĂłron mouâ means âmy giftâ. please enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics
As you stare breathlessly up into the dark you wonder briefly if you are awake, or if this too is a dream. Above you, the gems embedded in the distant cavern roof wink like stars. The greedy sound of your lover between your legs brings you crashing back down into your body, his thick, calloused fingers digging into the meat of your hips.
âWatch, dĂłron mou,â Thor mumbles against you, dragging his wide, flat tongue through your slick folds. He repeats himself firmly. âWatch.â His massive palms span almost the length of your thighs, and he kneads them possessively, cutting his eyes at you from between your legs.
You force yourself to focus on him, dragging your bleary, tear filled eyes down to his.As a reward, Thor rolls your swollen, overstimulated nub between his teeth. You squeal in response, bucking agains his face.
âGood.â
One hand scrabbles for purchase on the stone ledge beneath you, the other sinking into his soft blond hair. You rock against him, unable to help yourself as he chuckles.
âMy greedy little present,â he hums, and you feel his lips curve as he laps again at your clit. âGreedyâŠâ he trails off as you whine, your thighs tighten around his head. You card your fingers through his sandy hair, gripping his horns with both hands as you rock against his face.
Slowly, he lowers you back down to the ledge, cradling you like a doll against his massive chest. He dwarfs you easily, looming over your limp body as he inspects the sticky mess between your thighs.
You twitch and mewl when he drags his fingers through your sloppy cunt, and he hums softly, a smile curling at the edges of his mouth.
âTh-Thor,â you hiccough his name pathetically as he cups your chin, drawing his thumb across your trembling lower lip.
âWhat is it, Pet?â He asks, his blue eyes deceptively soft as he swirls his fingers around your clit. âTell me.â
âP-please, I w-wantââ You stumble over them clumsily, the words sticking together on your tongue.
âOh dĂłron mou,â Thor croons, stamping one hoof against the stone in anticipation. âI know what it is you want.â You squeal as he presses against you, the thick, leaking head of his cock pressing hungrily into your belly. Though you have seen it before, you cannot help but peek down at the space between your bodies.
His torso is that of a man, stillâmostly, the downy brown fur that covers his legs beginning just below his navel, growing thickly between his powerful thighs. His cock springs frol a dark tuft of fur, so thick around the base you couldnât touch your thumb to your forefingerâsomething you had learned from experience.
A tremor of anticipation passes through you, and Thorâs nostrils flare.
âCome, my little gift. Let me feel you.â With one massive hand on your belly, Thor positions himself between your thighs, spreading them wide to accommodate the size of his hips. He presses himself against your cunt, groaning softly as he drags himself back and forth through your sticky folds. The head of his cock presses hard against your clit, and still more stars burst in front of your lidded eyes.
âSo wet for me,â he murmurs, his hips bucking as his eyes go wide with pleasure. His hands tighten around your hips as he moves against you. âI wonderâŠâ
You are not left without explanation for long, gasping as his cock presses against your entrance. You gape up at him, wide eyed as he begins to press forward. The burning stretch of his entry brings tears to your eyes. They track down your cheeks as you gurgle up at him, drawing red lines down his chest and with your nails.
Youâre so full youâre drowning in him, gasping for breath as the tide of sensation drags you under. Itâs so sharp it borders on pain, the pleasure tearing up your spine to burst over your skin in waves. Thor leans over you to stroke at your sweaty face with gentle fingers, his own eyes fever bright as he grins down at you smugly.
âI told you we would fit, Pet.â He swallows your breathless gasp of pleasure eagerly, and you taste yourself on his lips. âIt just took a little⊠diligence.â
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Thank you! đźâđšđ„”
SKYPE/ SEX W BUCKY BARNESđ€Č
YOOOOO I LOVE THIS LMAO
this drabble got away from me but⊠anyways ENJOY â€ïž MINORS, DNI!!
title: Kiss me thru the phone
rating: explicit
warnings: smut, fluff
AND I OOPâ
Bucky hates being away from you. Hates how he canât go to sleep without you there, hates how he canât pull you close, fit you against his chest with your leg thrown over his hip, like you like.
So when you suggest skyping when he goes on missions to help him fall asleep, itâs completely innocent. âWe can talk until you fall asleep,â you say as you install the app. Bucky huffs.
âAinât the same.â he grumbles, tugging you onto his lap. This goodbye is worse than all the other onesâheâll be away for three whole weeks, much longer than heâs been away for a long time. And as much as youâre loath to admit it, you have trouble sleeping without him, too. So when he finally leaves early the next morning, his beard stained with you and tired but satisfied, you hope the time will fly by.
The first week is the worst. Bucky forgets to call four nights out of the week, and when he does, the connection is terrible, and you both end the calls frustrated and lonely. When he calls the next Monday, the video is crystal clear.
âHey, baby.â
âBucky! You remembered.â
â âCourse I did. I never forget my best girl.â
âYou forgot me last week,â you tease, and you watch him frown.
âForgettinâ to call sânot the same as forgettinâ you, baby. Besides, we were moving around a lot.â
âYou look comfy.â
âYeah, theyâve got us staying in this ritzy hotel.â You know he canât say moreâitâs a risk just talking to you, but one heâs more than happy to make. âMiss you so much, doll.â he sighs. âCanât sleep without you.â
You ask him about his day, what dreams heâs had lately, any and everything you can think of until youâre both yawning, and you finally fall asleep. Thatâs the pattern every night for the next weekâand though it certainly isnât the same as feeling him wrap his arms around you, the vibranium one cool against your skin, youâre definitely sleeping better.
The following Saturday is when everything goes sideways.
You wake in the middle of the night, the sound of rustling rousing you from slumber. Itâs late, still dark out, and you peer blearily around the room without sitting up. Nothing looks out of place, and a cursory glance tells you that no oneâs there. You turn over, realizing your phone screen is still onâand then you see it.
His hand glides easily up and down his cock, and you can hear the sound of slick flesh against flesh. Heâs hard, the bulbous head of his fat cock dripping with precum. You watch him jerk his hips up into his hand, cursing. You donât mean to make any noise, but a soft gasp escapes your lips, and his hand stills. You lay there, immobilized as you pray he hasnât noticed you.
âKnow youâre up, sweetheart.â his voice is gravelly from sleep. âDick got you speechless, baby?â he chuckles, and you swallow thickly, picking up your phone with trembling fingers.
âYou do this a lot?â you ask in a small voice, unable to keep the heat from creeping into your cheeks. This is a man whoâs fucked you six ways from Sunday and then som, but for some reason seeing his cock through the screen seems dirtier.
âCouldnât help myself, staring at that sweet ass for hours. âMemberinâ how good you feel all pushed up against me and fuckââ his cock throbs as he speaks, a fat drop of precum gathering at the tip and slowly dripping down. He angles the phone so that you can see his face. âCanât help myself, doll.â
Your mouth is dryâyou donât want him to stop, but you donât know what to say, what to do.
But Bucky does.
âTake your tits out, sweetheart.â
You do, pulling down the neckline of your tank-top until your breasts spill over the fabric. He groans, and you hear his hand speed up. âFuck.â You feel naughty showing off on camera, and although Bucky is the only one who can see you, it still feels like youâre putting on a performance. The thought makes your nipples harden.
âWhatâcha got on under the blanket, sweetness? Show me.â
You inch the covers down, exposing the curve of your hip. These boy-shorts are a little small, but theyâre perfect for this, because they dig into the cheeks of your ass, creating even more delicious curves. Buckyâs practically salivating, and you can hear him egging you on. âMore. Let me see, baby. Fuck.â
He makes you cum twiceâand you think it counts because when his velvety voice is ringing in your ears, urging you on, itâs better than itâs ever been when you were aloneâand finally lets you end the call. You fall asleep immediately after.
Buckyâs only gone for three more days before heâs pounding on your door. You barely manage to unlock it and then heâs on you, lips and hands forcing you against the kitchen table.
âThought-you werenât-supposed toânext week?â you manage to gasp out between his kisses.
âWe finished up early.â his fingers tangle in your shirt as he attempts to undo your blouse, before he grunts in frustration and just tears it. You mumble out a protest, though you donât really care. âIâll get you a new one.â
âHowâd you manage that?â you ask, adding this shirt to the mental tally of Buckyâs many infractions. He grins.
âI just got the right motivation.â
#boxofbones drabbles#bones drabbles#boxofbonesfic#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x you#smut
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I donât know if youâve wrote anything like this but how about one with Bucky and an insecure and shy reader with no experience
i havenât yet, but that would be so cute! for some reason i always think of Mob!Bucky for these sorts of things???
Warnings: smut, thigh riding, inexperienced reader, MINORS DNI!
âYou donât have to be nervous, princess.â Buckyâs voice is far steadier than you feel. You know what you want, what youâve wanted ever since that first dance at his fatherâs New Years party.
But youâre afraid to ask.
Good girls donât askâthatâs what your prudish mother says. Live a little! is what your best friend Hillary says. You donât know which is rightâboth? Neither? But you do know that nothing has been able to alleviate the throb between your thighs since he held you close, since his lips brushed the shell of your ear as he promised he would make you his one day.
âYouâre gonna be Mrs. James Buchanan Barnes, you know that, right sweetheart?â heâd said, and your breath had hitched in your throat. âI got the keys to the kingdom already in my hand, and youâre gonna be a mighty fine Queen.â youâve seen him every day since.
âIââ nervousness silences you, and you look down, embarrassed. Youâre not stupid, you know whatâs happening to youâyou just donât know why you canât think when heâs around, when his hands are on you. It doesnât make sense that the ache you feel inside should translate to this.
âItâs okay, baby. I know youâre a little jumpy. Weâll go real slow.â his hands are hot on your back through the thin cotton of your sundress. He tugs you down to his lap, and you look around the gazebo nervously.
âB-but Bucky, someone might seeâ!â you whisper, and he utters a soft shhh that you almost lose to the sound of the pouring rain. The gazebo is far enough into the garden that the house became blurry through the sheets of water, but still close enough to make you nervous.
âNobodyâs gonna see, baby. Everybodyâs inside.â he helps you straddle his lap. âJust relax and let me take care of you before your goddamn handler comes back.â he laves a soft kiss to the side of your throat and you giggle at the mention of your sister, whoâs kept much closer faith to your motherâs teachingsâwith a miserable marriage to show for it. Your giggle transforms itself quickly into a moan as his teeth rasp along the side of your throat.
âOh.â
He grins against your skin, and you feel his thigh move up, pressing hard against the already damp seam of your panties. âSo warm,â he murmurs, his hands moving reverently up and down your sides. He does it again, and the embers of desire that have never really seemed to fade blaze brighter. A moan slips from your lips, and he grinds again.
âThatâs it, baby. Feels good, right?â his voice is gentle. You donât feel scared, like you thought you would. Youâre anxious youâre going to embarrass yourself, scared youâll look like even more of a sheltered rich girl, but⊠youâre not scared of him. You manage a nod.
âY-yes.â
âTell me.â
Your face burns. âIâI feel wet,â you mutter, pressing your face into his dress shirt. You know youâll be leaving telltale makeup smears all over the crisp white fabric, but you canât bear to look him in the eye. âAnd I w-want m-more,â you admit, and he chuckles in response.
âMy sweet, greedy girl,â he mutters, guiding your hips with his hands until you get the rhythm down yourself. âThis is what youâre gonna get tonight.â your panties are stuck fast to your soaked folds, and your throbbing clit rubs against the fabric of his dress pants through them easily. âYouâre gonna soak my thigh, and then when youâre ready, Iâm gonna fill that tight pussy up with my cock.â
âBucky!â the harsh exhale of breath is both a reprimand and a plea, and he grins at you, his steely eyes dark and hungry.
âAnd youâre gonna say my name just like that when I do it.â
#bones drabbles#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#mob!bucky x reader#mob!AU#MCU fanfiction#marvel fic#marvel fanfiction#bones headcanons#boxofbonesfic#boxofbones drabbles#bucky barnes imagine#smut
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i will be here for all ur future chubby bucky needs bc he makes the world go round đđ as far as the first date with them goes iâm literally â€ïžâđ„â€ïžâđ„â€ïžâđ„ he would be so nervous but so endearing and charming and sheâd fall for him instantly, but heâs still sore from his last relationship and has a hard time w self love so thereâs lots of reassurance and compliments and bucky being a lil flustered and overwhelmed w the attention and just đâ€ïžâđ©č no thoughts head empty; chubby bucky ONLY
seriously if u ever find time/want to delve into chubby bucky more i will be there in a mf FLASH
chubby!Bucky is love, chubby!Bucky is life đ„ș
FIRST DATE DRABBLE LETS GOOOOOOOO
heâs all nervous about their first date, canât even believe sheâll show up.
Howâd I fuckinâ get this lucky? Bucky thinks that every time he sees your name in his phone. He canât believe you agreed to a date in the first place, but heâs not going to jinx his luck. Youâre so beautiful, youâre the prettiest damn thing heâs ever seen.
Which is why heâs holding up shirt after shirt in front of the mirror, trying to decide which one youâll like best. Hell, heâll be lucky if you even show up at all. He has to have imagined the enthusiastic âYes!â that left your lips almost before heâd even finished asking you out, with Steve giving him two huge thumbs-up behind your back.
When he finally arrives at the restaurantâthirty minutes earlyâhe waits for you eagerly at the bar. But when his thirty minutes early turn into your thirty minutes late, he finishes the whiskey the bartender gave him out of pity, and stands up. No sense in wasting any more time. Youâre clearly not coming, and he shoves down the disappointment. Of course you wouldnât. He makes for the exit, grabbing his coat, when suddenlyâ
âBucky!â Youâre panting, your hands on your knees. You look up at him, and he sees sweat gathered at your hairline. âW-wait! Iâfuckâtrain was delayed, stop closed by my house!â you pant. His eyes widen, and he feels disbelief wash away the hurt.
Youâd gotten stuck on the train.
Bucky leads you back to the bar, and you apologize again, reaching for his hand. âI didnât want to miss this.â His chest tightens again, but this time, itâs for an entirely different reason.
Itâs the best date of his life.
He canât think of anything that would even compare. He takes the train home with you, just to make sure you get there safe, and you let him hold your hand the whole way, his fingers threaded through yours.
âYou were in the military?â You ask, cocking your head at him. Your eyes stray to the dog tags still visible under his shirt, and he pulls them out for you to see.
âYeah, Sergeant.â He doesnât like to brag about his service, doesnât really see the valor or the honor in it, he was a scared kid whoâd done what he thought he had toâand come home missing an arm for his trouble. But you donât ever stare at the arm, you donât ask him about it. Itâs justâŠa part of him you donât question.
Itâs nice.
You let him walk you up to your front door, twirling your har around your finger. âI had a really good time tonight, Bucky.â
âI did too,â he replies, rubbing the back of his neck nervously with the metal hand. âAnd, well, I know, maybe its forward of me, butâshitâI was thinking maybe we could, another time I meanââ he canât stop rambling, staring at the stone awning over your head as his cheeks heat. Heâs not prepared for you to wrap your arms around his neck and tug him down to your face. Heâs even less prepared when your soft lips brush against his. Youâre so warm and soft against him, and then heâs kissing you back.
He pulls you against him with a moan, crushing you to his chest. You let out this little mewl and his knees go weak, but he canât stop. He doesnât stop until youâre pressed against your own door, his leg wedged between your own. Bucky comes back to himself then, apologies rising in his throat.
âShit, Iâm sorry, IâmâIâll goââ Heâs gone too far, thereâs no way this is what you intended. Heâs already trying to detangle himself from you when you giggle.
âI would love to see you again, Bucky.â
#bones drabbles#boxofbones drabbles#boxofbonesfic#bones hc#ask the bones#chubby!bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes imagine#fluff
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hi !!! i just wanted to say that i LOVE body talk so much. you wrote feelings that i experienced when i first started going to the gym in such a beautiful way that made me feel so seen and understoodâ i loved it so much. and like, canât thank you enough for creating something so beautiful
i was wondering if you would ever write more of that story? maybe one shots or drabbles or anything? or, what you think the story would be like with the roles reversed and with personal trainer!reader and plus size!bucky?
omg anon??? i love this????? okay, i *am* going to write more of Personal Trainer!Bucky, it will just be a while because i have some other projects that have to take precedence, but trust me when I say Bucky and Toots are living rent free in my head lol. i also have another drabble about them here!!
ALSO i LOVE that idea so much i had to drabble it out đ„ș
Role Reversal: Chubby!Bucky x Personal Trainer!Reader
Itâs pretty easy for Bucky to pinpoint the exact moment he knew you were it. That he was going to spend the rest of his life trying to be worthy of you. Itâs when you walked into the weight room, your hands on your hips, and an accusing finger pointed angrily at the tittering group of fitness-bullies in the corner.
Heâd had headphones in, and as he pulled them out, the music faded, only to be replaced with your voice instead.
ââto yourself! You want to be assholes, you can do it at a different gym.â
âWeâre members! You canât kick us outââ Bucky watches a smug smile cross your lips before you reach up to tap your name-tag, underneath which is a gold pin with the word âmanagerâ embossed on it. âCanât I?â you say, before huffing. âWe donât tolerate that shit here.â Heâs used to the comments, theyâve followed him to every single gym heâs tried since he got home. Theyâre easy enough to ignore; after all, they donât hurt worse than finding his ex in bed with someone else just three months after heâd returned from duty.
They donât hurt worse than her standing behind him in the mirror, asking why heâd let himself go so thoroughly, how he could think she would want him when he looked like that. Steveâs elbow in his side makes him wince, shooting a glare at his best friend as he leans over to whisper in his ear.
âCute, right?â
He watches you make sure they leave, standing in the doorway to the weight-room before you deflate a little, peering over your shoulder at him. âIâm so sorry,â you rub the back of your neck sheepishly. âThey never should have said any of that to you.â
â Sâokay,â Bucky shrugs, his cheeks heating. âIâm used to it.â
âYou shouldnât be.â you glare venomously at the door, like youâre waiting for them to come back. âIf they give you any more trouble, ask for me, okay?â You point to your name-tag again.
âSure thing. Does that, um, extend to outside of here? I got a few asses that need kicking,â He jokes, and you giggle.
You hold your hand like a gun, and lift them to your lips, blowing away the imaginary smoke from your finger-barrel. âJust give me the names,â you laugh. Bucky laughs too, a real laugh, one that makes him double over just a little.
âTake it easy, killer.â He says a little wistfully to your retreating back as you head for the door. Steve glances between you once, twice, before he scrambles to catch up, putting himself between you and the exit.
âHey, wait, uh, you do personal training right? Maybe you could help us out. Iâm just a meathead, but you probably really know what youâre doing.â Steve pointedly ignores Bucky gesturing for him to butt out, to shut up, his cheeks pink and burning. âAnd do you only do sessions here?â he asks sweetly, waggling his eyebrows at Bucky over your shoulder as you look down at your phone to check your schedule.
âNo! I do lots of outdoor stuff, like at the park. I know it gets stuffy in here,â you gesture around. âHowâs next Thursday?â you look back at Bucky, flashing him a million megawatt smile that makes his chest ache.
âTh-thatâs good. That works.â You point your finger gun at him again, before firing.
âItâs a date,â you reply, grinning at him. âSee you then.â
âS-see you. Killer,â he jokes again, and you laugh, waving at him over your shoulder. Steve elbows him again, but Bucky can only swallow thickly as he watches you walk away.
Itâs a date.
#bones drabbles#boxofbones drabbles#boxofbones hc#bones hc#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes x reader#chubby!Bucky barnes#hey nonny nonny ho ho
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Thristy thots: dark!Steve returning to Brooklyn only to find his girl has moved on. So he has to remind who she belongs to in front of her new man đ I dont have the ability to write a good dark Steve so he's just gonna live in my mind for now đđ Happy Sinday!
i⊠woah. okay
title: memento
rating: explicit
warnings: noncon/dubcon, humiliation, degredation, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, kidnapping, oh god the dove is dead please donât eat it
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âRemember now, sweetheart?â Steveâs face looms over your own, his eyes boring into you. You canât look awayâyour shoulder still bears the mark of your previous infraction, the bite mark red and swollen. The rest of you is also marked with his affections, bruises and handprints around your hips from his roughness. Youâre practically sobbing against him, your own fingernails drawing reddened lines down his chest and back. âOh I think itâs coming back to you, baby.â His mouth is on yours again, hot and hungry as he rolls his hips into yours. You donât know how thereâs room for all of his cock, the heavy weight of it splitting you deliciously in two. Youâve come apart on his cock three times that you can count, two on his fingers, and one in his mouth. Youâre exhausted and overstimulated but heâs still going.
âSteve please,â you whine. âIâmâhicâsorry, Iâm s-so sorry, I didnât know you were coming backâtold me you were d-deadââ your words are marred by his thrusts, and the feel of him bottoming out inside of you is still making stars burst, searing into your vision. âP-pleaseââ he strokes the sides of your face without missing a beat, his cock still moving steadily in the sloppy, wet mess of your cunt.
âI know, sweetheart. I believe you. I forgive you for that. I know you didnât know.â he kisses you again. âWhat I canât forgive,â he turns your head sharply to face the bound, gagged figure on the chair just next to the bed, âis this. I donât think you remember whose pussy this is.â Steve punctuates the statement with a thrust that makes your body convulse with pleasure. âWhose it is to give away. But when you remember, doll,â he groans, forcing your gaze back to him. âIâll forgive you.â
He screams through the gag, but Steveâs done a good job, and you barely hear anything. Maybe he can see your concern, or perhaps he takes pity on Eric, restrained just feet from where Steve is sliding his cock slickly into you, but he chuckles. âAnd maybe then Iâll let him loose.â
#steve rogers imagine#steve rogers x reader#dark!steve rogers#dark!steve x reader#smut#cuckholding#steve rogers x you#dark steve smut#dark marvel fic#dark!mcu#boxofbones drabbles#boxofbonesfic#bones drabbles
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Hoe thot: Steve Rogers didn't want to have sex before marriage. Once you both married đđđ
You wonder where the hell did he know how to please you
And oooh - make it nomad!Steve cause THAT BEARD THO
OMG I LOVE IT????
Title: patience
rating: EXPLICIT lmao
warnings: uhhh overstimulation? fluff? idk
LETâS GET DRIBâ DRABBLINâ
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He knows you love himâthatâs why youâre willing to wait. Steve knows heâs not your first either, and thatâs okay. He knows itâs a different time now, but he canât help but hold fast. Keep this one last tradition. He bends on most other thingsâafter all, you change with the times, right? Heâs Captain America, not Captain Asshole, and America looks a lot different than it did when he was a kid.
So he learns.
He âsurfs the internetâ, and he does the âGoogleâ, and he learns. Virginity is a concept, itâs not realâbut it still feels important to him anyway, and you respect that. Itâs the one weird hill he has Not to say that he hasnât thought about it.
Damn does he think about it.
He thinks about how soft and wet itâs going to be inside of you, how tight of a fit youâll be. He dreams about it. Heâs not stupid, heâs done his research. And where that fails, he knuckles down and asks his friends. Natasha is the least surprised and the most forthcoming, and Tonyâs ribbing only lasts about fifteen minutes before heâs diving into his playerâs handbook of secrets.
So when he finally does take you to bed on your wedding night, after all the guests have been bid farewell and youâre alone in his brownstoneâyou half donât believe him. Youâre messy and twitching on his still hard cock as he fucks you through your fourth orgasm of the night, your thighs spread wide by his large hands. Your eyes are glassy and your lips are parted, your lipstick smeared by his heated kisses.
âGod, Steve, I canât cum again,â youâre whining, tears gathering in your wide eyes. He takes pity on you, removing the weight of his thumb from your swollen clit. He leans back, angling his hips so that he brushes up against the rough patch just inside your sinfully tight pussy. Your eyes roll and your suck your bottom lip between your teeth.
âThatâs okay, doll. I wonât force it this time, youâll get there all on your own.â
#sunday funday#boxofbonesfic#bones drabbles#boxofbones drabbles#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x you#steve rogers smut#smut#steve rogers imagine#marvel fic#MCU fic#ask the bones#hey nonny nonny ho ho
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I have thots about your alpha Steve deciding I dont need to work this week and he triggers my heat so I have to stay home.
oooooh myyyyy gooooooooodddddd
rating: mature
pairing: Alpha!Steve x Omega!Reader
warnings: dubcon, explicit sex implied, A/B/O dynamics
You moving in hasnât seemed to sate Steve, not one bit. He still canât help himself, especially now that he can smell you in every corner of the house. Itâs both too much and not enough, and he canât take it.
So he takes you instead.
And though youâre tired, and just a little sore, you appreciate your Alpha, you know you could do worse. So much worse. And besides, the feel of his knot in you makes it almost worth him deciding to christen you on every fuckable surface in the house.
You rise from the bed, stretching. Your lower back twinges and you hiss, a reminder of the kitchen counter the night before. Your face heats and you tug your robe over your shoulders, the fabric sliding against the bite mark that still lingers on your throat. You havenât gone into heat this cycle, not yet, and you know Steve is eager to mark you permanently.
His sleepy voice reaches your ears as you open the bedroom door. âWhere you goinâ, sweet?â
âI gotta get to work,â you remind him. âItâs Monday.â your weekend had been spent in a haze of him as soon as your friends had helped you unload the last box, and you were grateful to have the eight hour reprieve from his advances. He huffs, and you know if you turn youâll see a pout on that handsome face.
âDonât want you to go.â he mumbles. âStay in bed a little longer, baby.â You hear him pat the bed.
âI canât, Steve,â you whine. âI already took off Friday to move, I donât want to be late. Besides, Iâll be home before you know it.â his irritated sighs followed you all morning as he brooded outside the bathroom, and over coffee, and as you finally shrugged into your blazer.
âStay.â he asks again, and you turn.
âSteve, I caââ and then it hits you. Powerful, concentrated, all around you. A wave of nausea hits afterward. Your words turn to mush and a groan escapes your lips.
âI want you to stay.â itâs not a request this time. A little whine makes its way out of your throat, and your entire body clenches. A cold sweat breaks out on your forehead, and you whimper, clutching your middle as pain dawns on your senses, sharp and cutting.
Your heat.
You know whatâs triggered it, Steveâs burst of hormones, poignant and pointed right at you. You can feel your hindbrain kicking into overdrive. Stay. Alpha wants you to stay. Alpha will be unhappy with youâ
You donât even have the strength to stagger to the doorway, and Steveâs strong arms sweep underneath your own as he tugs you against his chest. Youâre whimpering and writhing against him, feverishly clawing at your own clothing. His lips brush the shell of your ear and you keen, pushing your hips back against him.
âThink Iâll keep you home all week.â
#bones drabbles#boxofbones drabbles#boxofbonesfic#sunday funday#ask the bones#steve rogers imagine#Alpha!Steve Rogers#A/B/O dynamics#Alpha!Steve x Omega!Reader#steve rogers x you
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In Creep, how do you picture Steve going about âcorrectingâ the Sharon mistake? Is he gonna go the normal route of divorce or something darker?
thatâs such a good question, nonnie!! not gonna lie, i was *this* close to having him kill Sharon, but i actually like this so, so much better.
well⊠have a drabble, nonnie đ„Ž
Title: Acrimony
Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: Toxic!Steve, Mean!Steve, misogyny, possessive behavior, infidelity, VERY dead dove: do not eat!
Steve is waiting for Sharon in the kitchen when she gets home. Sheâs lateâdidnât bother calling. The thought makes his lip curl, but he tempers it, after all, itâs not like heâs here all that much anymore anyway. His thoughts drift to you, and he feels his stomach tighten at the thought of you waiting on him, making dinner, wearing the yellow sundress he first saw you inâ
âSteve?â Sharonâs voice snaps him out of his reverie. âYouâre⊠Youâre home early.â
âEarlier than you, certainly.â He replies, steepling his fingers as he leans his elbows on the table. Sharon scoffs, draping her jacket over the back of a chair.
âYouâre one to talk,â she hisses venomously. âYouâre never even here anymore. I donât even think you sleep here.â Sheâs right. He doesnât. Now that Thomas is out of the picture, Steveâs made himself quite at homeâand youâve let him. In fact, just that morning heâd woken you up by sinking his cock into the confines of your tight pussy, repeating the act throughout the day as often as heâd wanted, leaving you a whining panting mess wherever he found you. âAre you going to be staying for dinner?â Sharon asks pointedly, and he grins.
âNo, Iâve already eaten.â Steve licks his lips. And I will again when I get home. Itâs funny, the way homeâs become where you are. The house he shares with Sharon is modern and bland, muted colors and sleek surfaces. But you⊠everything you touch is soft and colorful, from the push throw-blankets over the sofas, to the warm colors adorning your walls, and the homey, comfortable furniture. That is homeâwhere heâs taken care of.
This is just a house.
âLook, Steve, whoever she is, I really hope she makes you happy. I hope she fucking likes serving you, and catering to you, and asking your permission for every goddamn thing.â Steve watches her outburst with passive amusement.
âShe does.â
A thick sob tears from her throat, and Sharon roughly wrenches her ring off, throwing it at him. âYouâre sick.â She spits the words at him, and this time the barb sticks. âYouâre sick, and I deserve better.â he sneers at her.
âOh, are we listing what we deserve, Sharon?â He asks bitingly. âI deserve a present wife, a wife who actually fucking wants to be one!â He slams a fist against the table, and the crack that spreads through the wood at the impact is deep. âI fucking give and I give, to you, to everyone, and itâs a goddamn crime to want dinner on the table when I come home?â He asks scathingly, watching her lip tremble. Itâs the same fight, the same one theyâve had since they got married. The one they never stopped having. Steve picks up the ring from where itâs fallen on the table, and eyes the gold band with disappointment.
This was a mistake.
âGet out.â Her voice is firm, even though it trembles. âIâm done. Iâm fucking done.â
âIâve been done for a long time.â Steve replies, unable to help himself from twisting the knife. âAnd you know, sheâs even willing to give me children, Sharon. Doesnât even matter how many.â He watches her knuckles go white as she clenches the back of the chair. âIâll be by with the proper paperwork.â
âI hope youâve got a good fucking lawyer.â
âWhy? Sharon, this is an empire of dirt, and you are welcome to it. What do you want? Alimony? The house?â he laughs. âEntering and exiting this the same way we started: with a list of fucking demands. Never ends with you, does it?â
âFuck you, Steve.â
âHave a good night, Sharon.â He leaves his ring on the table with hers, and makes for the doorway.
âYou know, Steve, one day someoneâs going to show everyone just what a black, rotted piece of shit you are inside.â Sharon calls at his retreating back. âAnd Iâm going to laugh my ass off.â
âIt wonât be you, though, will it?â He glances at her over his shoulder. His eyes hold a dark promise that he knows she wonât want him making good on. Her silence is enough of an answer. âThatâs what I thought.â The door closes behind him, and as he goes, he leaves the key on the porch railing. Everything he values heâs moved out months ago, leaving Sharon in the empty skeleton of their home.
And when he returns to you, youâre in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on whatever it is youâre making. Barefoot, with a colorful apron tied around your waist. He leans against the door, just watching. It takes a few minutes for you to notice him, but when you do, you squeak with surprise.
âS-Steve! You scared me,â you chastise, frowning at him as you turn. âWhere were you?â
âOut,â he offers by way of explanation, and you know better than to question him for a better one. âSmells good in here, doll.â you beam at his praise. âGot something special in there for me?â he nods towards the oven, and your smile turns bashful.
âApple pie,â you admit sheepishly. He watches you reach behind yourself to massage at your lower back, before removing your bright red apron. His eyes move appreciatively over the growing bump now visible under your dress, and he licks his lips.
âHow long before dinnerâs ready?â
âI donât know, like thirty minutes?â
âPerfect.â He crosses the room in two easy strides. âI want to start with my dessert.â
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Nomad!Rogers in a bar & reader recognizing him
OH fuck. you didnât specify whether dark or regular so⊠i went angsty đ
Itâs not him.
It canât be.
Youâve done this before, stared into the faces of strangers and willed them to be him, but it never is. Itâs never him, always some poor confused man who bears only a passing resemblance at best to the one you lost. It doesnât hurt less the more it happens.
And itâs never him.
But this timeâŠthe way the smile spreads slow across his face as he laughs at something someone saysâyou note, though, that it doesnât reach his eyesâand you know. Youâve been so many places, and he promisedâhe promisedâhe would come back for you. Only he hasnât, and itâs been a whole year, and you havenât heard a thing. So youâve wallowed in the silence until now.
Itâs like glass in your veins just to see him, but youâre just drunk enough to let your gaze linger. Heâs grown his hair out, and the beardâGod, the beardâis new, but you would know him anywhere. His hands tense on the table, and your eyes travel upwards only to meet his own.
Heâs looking at you. And you know he sees you, thereâs no point in pretending he doesnât. You donât say a word, finishing your drink in silence as you turn back to the bar. Youâve never been here before, so perhaps thatâs why his presence is such cruel, cutting irony. When youâre done, you pay your tab and rise from the stool, grabbing your purse. You leave a tip under the glass and make your way to the exit.
Five steps out of the door and you hear him, your name on his breath and for the first time since you saw him, tears actually begin to gather in your eyes. You donât look back, and you try to keep walking, but a hand encircles your wrist, jerking you back.
âStop.â
âLet go!â you shove at him. âLet go.â
âNo. Youâre drunk.â
âSo? You donât get to⊠to just appear and start giving me orders. Iâm not one of your soldiers, Captain!â you spit his title at him like a curse, and he winces. âThough maybe if I was you wouldnât have gone completely dark on me.â
âI didnât have a choice! I know S.H.I.E.L.D contacted you. Questioned you. Monitored you. If Iâd⊠If they thought Iâd been in contactâŠHell, if theyâre watching now, do you know what could happen?â his voice breaks as he cups your cheeks with his large hands, thumbs running over your cheeks. He presses his forehead to yours and releases your wrist in favor of wrapping his arms around you. Itâs been too long, but the feeling is all too familiar, and comes back too easily.
And then, suddenly youâre crying, fat tears rolling in hot trails down your cheeks, over his fingers and down your chest. Itâs uncontrollable and ugly, and he presses your face you his shoulder as you sob. It hurts to leave him, hurts to have him backâyou wonder if thereâs a part of Steve that wonât leave you unscathed. Youâre not foolish enough to let yourself believe even for a second that youâd deny him.
Heâs whispering soothing words to you through your hair, how much heâs missed you, how much he wanted to see you, how badly he wanted to be with you all this time.
âI hated you,â you murmur as he leans back against the wall of the alleyway outside the bar. Heâs still holding you, and you donât think he has any intention of letting go. You donât really want him to. âI think I still hate you, a little.â you donât like that itâs true, that the niggling feeling of doubt is still worming around in your stomach.
âIâll make it right.â his hold on you tightens just a little. âIâll find a way to make it right.â
#bones drabbles#boxofbones drabbles#sunday funday#steve rogers imagine#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x you#marvel fanfiction#mcu fanfiction#ask the bones
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Loved every word! An entire world built in 2,000 words... unbelievable...& so friggin hot!
Title: Exhibit
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader
Kink Prompt: Exhibit [Exhibitionism]
Word Count: 2,000
Summary: You attend a party in your roommateâs stead.Â
Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Public Sex, Masquerade, Exhibitionism, Nonconsensual Drug use, Smut, Darkfic, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!
A/N:Â entry number three, and the end of week one of my kinktober celebration! i sincerely hope you all enjoyed the first three installments! thank you all so much for reading. mind the tags and warnings, as always, and enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphicsâ
Your palms are sweating underneath your evening gloves as you make your way down the marble staircase. Everyone is looking at you. You canât see their eyes through the masks, of course, but the sea of porcelain faces turned in your direction lets you feel the weight of their gazes anyway. Your own is tied securely beneath the carefully coiffed mess of curls at the nape of your neck, and you resist the urge to check Emilyâs tie-job as you descend the staircase.
âWhat if they notice that Iâm, you know, not you?â Youâd asked as sheâd tied the black satin straps behind your head. âThis isnât a frat party, itâs like. An event.â Your roommate rolled her eyes in the mirror as she continued fussing over you, dusting lint from the front of your gown.Â
âNo oneâs going to care,â sheâd nodded appreciatively at her handiwork. âBesides, everyoneâs wearing masks anyway.â
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SKYPE/ SEX W BUCKY BARNESđ€Č
YOOOOO I LOVE THIS LMAO
this drabble got away from me but⊠anyways ENJOY â€ïž MINORS, DNI!!
title: Kiss me thru the phone
rating: explicit
warnings: smut, fluff
AND I OOPâ
Bucky hates being away from you. Hates how he canât go to sleep without you there, hates how he canât pull you close, fit you against his chest with your leg thrown over his hip, like you like.
So when you suggest skyping when he goes on missions to help him fall asleep, itâs completely innocent. âWe can talk until you fall asleep,â you say as you install the app. Bucky huffs.
âAinât the same.â he grumbles, tugging you onto his lap. This goodbye is worse than all the other onesâheâll be away for three whole weeks, much longer than heâs been away for a long time. And as much as youâre loath to admit it, you have trouble sleeping without him, too. So when he finally leaves early the next morning, his beard stained with you and tired but satisfied, you hope the time will fly by.
The first week is the worst. Bucky forgets to call four nights out of the week, and when he does, the connection is terrible, and you both end the calls frustrated and lonely. When he calls the next Monday, the video is crystal clear.
âHey, baby.â
âBucky! You remembered.â
â âCourse I did. I never forget my best girl.â
âYou forgot me last week,â you tease, and you watch him frown.
âForgettinâ to call sânot the same as forgettinâ you, baby. Besides, we were moving around a lot.â
âYou look comfy.â
âYeah, theyâve got us staying in this ritzy hotel.â You know he canât say moreâitâs a risk just talking to you, but one heâs more than happy to make. âMiss you so much, doll.â he sighs. âCanât sleep without you.â
You ask him about his day, what dreams heâs had lately, any and everything you can think of until youâre both yawning, and you finally fall asleep. Thatâs the pattern every night for the next weekâand though it certainly isnât the same as feeling him wrap his arms around you, the vibranium one cool against your skin, youâre definitely sleeping better.
The following Saturday is when everything goes sideways.
You wake in the middle of the night, the sound of rustling rousing you from slumber. Itâs late, still dark out, and you peer blearily around the room without sitting up. Nothing looks out of place, and a cursory glance tells you that no oneâs there. You turn over, realizing your phone screen is still onâand then you see it.
His hand glides easily up and down his cock, and you can hear the sound of slick flesh against flesh. Heâs hard, the bulbous head of his fat cock dripping with precum. You watch him jerk his hips up into his hand, cursing. You donât mean to make any noise, but a soft gasp escapes your lips, and his hand stills. You lay there, immobilized as you pray he hasnât noticed you.
âKnow youâre up, sweetheart.â his voice is gravelly from sleep. âDick got you speechless, baby?â he chuckles, and you swallow thickly, picking up your phone with trembling fingers.
âYou do this a lot?â you ask in a small voice, unable to keep the heat from creeping into your cheeks. This is a man whoâs fucked you six ways from Sunday and then som, but for some reason seeing his cock through the screen seems dirtier.
âCouldnât help myself, staring at that sweet ass for hours. âMemberinâ how good you feel all pushed up against me and fuckââ his cock throbs as he speaks, a fat drop of precum gathering at the tip and slowly dripping down. He angles the phone so that you can see his face. âCanât help myself, doll.â
Your mouth is dryâyou donât want him to stop, but you donât know what to say, what to do.
But Bucky does.
âTake your tits out, sweetheart.â
You do, pulling down the neckline of your tank-top until your breasts spill over the fabric. He groans, and you hear his hand speed up. âFuck.â You feel naughty showing off on camera, and although Bucky is the only one who can see you, it still feels like youâre putting on a performance. The thought makes your nipples harden.
âWhatâcha got on under the blanket, sweetness? Show me.â
You inch the covers down, exposing the curve of your hip. These boy-shorts are a little small, but theyâre perfect for this, because they dig into the cheeks of your ass, creating even more delicious curves. Buckyâs practically salivating, and you can hear him egging you on. âMore. Let me see, baby. Fuck.â
He makes you cum twiceâand you think it counts because when his velvety voice is ringing in your ears, urging you on, itâs better than itâs ever been when you were aloneâand finally lets you end the call. You fall asleep immediately after.
Buckyâs only gone for three more days before heâs pounding on your door. You barely manage to unlock it and then heâs on you, lips and hands forcing you against the kitchen table.
âThought-you werenât-supposed toânext week?â you manage to gasp out between his kisses.
âWe finished up early.â his fingers tangle in your shirt as he attempts to undo your blouse, before he grunts in frustration and just tears it. You mumble out a protest, though you donât really care. âIâll get you a new one.â
âHowâd you manage that?â you ask, adding this shirt to the mental tally of Buckyâs many infractions. He grins.
âI just got the right motivation.â
#one of these days iâm gonna actually title and tag all my drabbles#boxofbones drabbles#bones drabbles#boxofbonesfic#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x you#bucky barnes imagine#smut
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