#chi/vonalyn

[buckets-and-trees]

A very horny Monday to you all

Just a little imagine inspired by an ask from @vonalyn...

hoe thots, overstimulation, implied cnc, implied somno below

Imagine a Bucky who is insatiable for you every time he gets home from a mission that lasts longer than a day...

Doesn't matter that you've lived together for nearly a year now, he insists that he needs to break in the couch, the bed, the kitchen counter, the shower, the table... he's insatible for you, and he doesn't care if you had other things to do, doesn't care if your clit's overstimulated, sometimes you're laughing, sometimes you're crying, sometimes you're incoherent, totally fucked out in these periods and barely able to keep your eyes open. "S'fine, doll, you go ahead and close those pretty eyes, I only need your body, but I'll give you more when you wake up, if you can manage to sleep..." But you're his eager little bunny, so you'll do your best to be good for daddy. You weren't wearing any underwear when he got home anyway - you know what he wants, and you want it, too.

[buckets-and-trees]

OMG CHI, YOU'RE...

YOU'RE SO RIGHT

I DIDN'T KNOW

[buckets-and-trees]

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!

I wanted to stop by for two things: I think I first read Salt and then I couldn’t control myself and had to read everything else you’ve ever posted. You’re so talented and I’m eternally grateful for you in so many ways. 💞💞💞

With that, I present to you something that made me cry laugh and couldn’t stop thinking about your despair over Royalty AU being demolished in the brackets last week:

Thank you my dear, dear, Chi! I'm so glad you're around to celebrate all this chaos with me! You don't know how much I appreciate our friendship bursting onto the scene. 💚

That shirt is hilarious!

I literally don't know what it is, but royal has just always always always been one of MY THINGS, from watching Disney's Sleeping Beauty as a kid (my first obsession - as a literal toddler), to The Princess Diaries (I watched the movies and read the first few books), to The Crown, and devouring nearly every Royal AU fanfic I come across (whether it's soft like @navybrat817's modern royal AU or @targaryenvampireslayer's dark series) and being maybe the biggest fluffy fangirl over my own royal Steve collection. And it will probably come as NO SHOCK for anyone to hear that there's a Bucky modern AU plot bunny kicking around up in Aspen's attic that someday will probably be trotted out.

You didn't specifically ask for a truth by bringing up Salt, but... FORGIVE ME IMMA GO THERE ANYWAY!

So I was pretty excited to write salt when it happened. I'd read a ton of mob/mafia, I'd written King which had Steve as a mob boss but it's like...such a background detail/hardly relevant to the story/just only really something that was important to me... and then I have a big chaptered fic with a Mafia Bucky that I started working on last summer, but... I was excited to finally do a mob/mafia story when it was announced for @the-slumberparty's March theme.

I was itching a little bit to do a series, and I wanted to have a straight up tougher Bucky, but I also wanted a very spirited reader, and I knew exactly what would go down for salt, but I had a pretty clear idea for their entire trajectory. Then I happened to have Burnt with Bradley Cooper come up on my Netflix suggestions, and I thought, "Oh, perfect, let's watch for some research," and I'm so glad I did watch it because I didn't want exactly that tone, but I was initially considering a more happy go lucky kitchen in the restaurant, but Burnt helped me with shifting that to give me the grittier edge. Some elements of Burnt, some elements of Hulu's The Bear.

I just wrote it because I wanted to, but it's also then become far and away my story with the most notes. Which just ... it's not that the number of notes matters, it's just cool to see that I put it out there and a bunch of people basically said HELL YEAH, WE LIKE THIS!

My intentions are to get the three follow up parts out by the end of summer. And I'm stoked.

Link to the List of Sleepover Games

[biteofcherry]

Eva. I. Had. A. Thought. (Who knew I could have one of those huh?) I actually had two thoughts technically.

Boudoir Photographer!Steve. You book him with plans to make yourself feel more comfortable in your body.

He definitely makes you feel more comfortable in your body… but man do your shoulders and back and thighs ache from the rope and positions he manhandled you into. Purely for photos. Not for any personal reasons. 😏

He definitely makes you feel more comfortable in your body… but he feels even more comfortable when he's inside you 😏

The boudoir photoshoot is a birthday gift from you to you, because you wanted to feel sexy and desirable and a little bit bold. At first you searched for a female photographer, but when you browsed Steve's portfolio you couldn't take your eyes away.

So you decide to be brave.

You were prepared for your shyness and awkwardness, but you were not prepared for how big Steve is; how smooth and warm his voice is; how your whole body snaps to attention and melts into sense of safety at the same time, when he guides you with softly spoken commands.

He starts you off easy - a few photos in lingerie.

But breathing seems to be difficult when Steve's big hands guide your hips up and push your shoulders down.

Then he encourages you to take off the lace and pose with a sheet; his fingers brushing your skin as he drapes the fabric between your legs and over your breasts.

Somewhere between his words of encouragement and appreciation - "Lovely" - "Oh, that one is stunning" - "Gorgeous" - slips in a "Good girl" that has your fingers clenching on the sheet and your mouth parting.

It takes you a long moment to realize your reaction, though you're not aware that you tilted your face toward Steve as if awaiting his caress on your cheek.

He notices.

He asks you which of his photo collections you liked the most and you admit it was the one with the colorful shibari ropes and soft looking leather harnesses.

You also sigh in envy that you wished you felt as light and sensual as the people in those photos were.

Steve gives you a long look then asks you to follow him into another set in his huge studio. You recognize it from the shibari photos and a thrill makes your heart flutter.

It's there that Steve sets the camera on a tripod and secures his already rolled up sleeves. He looks you straight in the eye when he asks you to drop the sheet and let him make you fly.

As he ties intricate knots on your body, it really feels as if you're floating. Then, using ropes linked through hooks under the ceiling, he yanks you up into the air and takes your breath away.

Tears almost fill your eyes when he slips flowers under the rope, turning you into a stunning artistic arrangement.

Steve's touch is always there, making you feel safe and grounded and you fall even deeper into this cloudy state as he circles you with the camera in hand, snapping picture after picture.

You never expected a photoshoot could make you feel this deeply, make you turn so emotional. But when your mind finally starts to fully reconnect with reality, you find yourself wrapped in a sheet and seated on a comfy chaise. Steve brings you a cup of tea and some cookies, softly explaining to you how the editing process will look like and when you can expect your photos ready.

Before you redress, he asks you how much you liked the experience. When you admit it was more and better than you expected, Steve asks if you'd like to repeat it.

With or without the camera, but for your mutual enjoyment.

That you don't feel rage, or disgust, not even fear at his blunt proposition - is a surprise. There's some hesitation, shyness still. There's also a jolt of excitement at the thought of Steve doing more to your body while you're bound or bent.

You lick your lips and bring the mug closer to your mouth, peering at Steve over the rim.

"Could we try the leather harnesses then?"

[tom-whore-dleston]

jordan turns 25

hey siri, play my birthday playlist...

hello and welcome to my online 25th birthday party!! I hope you all got your dancing shoes on bc we're gonna party like it's 1999 iykyk xD we all know how much I love to party, but even the life of the party has to lay down some rules. Please click the keep reading button for more party information:

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non-con, smut with minors (all parties will be aged up), pregnancy/baby/child fics, a/b/o, bathroom kinks, incest, step-cest, foot fetish.

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[nickfowlerrr]

distractions

vonalyn asked: Bellaaaaaaa 🥺 boopin PWYC!bucky just cause those frown lines disappear when he chuckles

GIF by magnusedom

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: no smut. nothing really to warn about.

words: ?

notes: chi!! i loved this idea so much 😂 thank you!!! this isn’t really what i had intended, i was picturing something a lot fluffier and cuter tbh but then i realized i wasn’t really writing pwyc bucky, just regular bucky, so i came up with this! not as fluffy but still, i hope you like it! 🩵 and thank you in advance to anyone who reads and reblogs! hope you enjoy it.

He’s concentrated on his phone, reading his missed texts as you lay in his arms on the bed. One of his hands is mindlessly rubbing your hip while the other holds his phone.

The crease between his brows grow the more he reads, deepening the furrow. You watch his face as you stay curled into him, a bit of the early morning fog clinging to you.

You could easily fall back asleep, but you just can’t look away as his growing irritation mars his handsome face.

He scoffs at something he reads and an amused smirk tugs at your lips at the sound.

You reach a hand to his chest and rub there soothingly. He hums at the gesture and the furrow lightens just the tiniest bit, but he doesn’t look away from the messages that flooded his phone last night while you were both sleeping, and the frown lines on his face don’t go away either.

You know he wants to read them all and figure out what the guys were arguing about in the group text, but telling from the lack of anyones presence in or outside your home calling for him, you think it’s safe to say they got everything settled without needing Bucky’s intervention.

You begrudgingly scoot up from where you lay and rest your head on his shoulder for a moment. He still doesn’t take his eyes off the phone.

You sit up then and before he has the chance to look at you, you’re sliding the phone out of his hand and locking the screen.

His icy blue eyes are on you now, the furrow of his brow and the annoyed frown still in place, only the look of annoyance has turned to something more of curiosity as he watches you. He sits up higher on the bed, his back against the headboard.

“Sweetheart,” he warns, the hint of edge in his voice sending a little thrill through you, but you ignore it.

You get closer and move to straddle his lap, not answering him just yet.

Leaning over, you place his phone face down on the nightstand as his hands automatically move to hold your hips when you straddle him.

You face him again, secured by his touch.

“It’s too early for you to be this annoyed,” you say softly. You reach to touch him as he peers up at you, your hands holding his face gently. His sight is set on you as his arms pull you closer against him. You smile at the movement and lift your hands to run your thumbs from the furrowed crease between his brows and then down them, smoothing the tension you find there.

The furrow dissipates but the frown remains. Bucky closes his eyes as you smooth over his brows once more before you take your hands through his growing hair, raking your fingers over his scalp. You rub at the tension at the base of his head while he lets out a soft groan. When you get back up to his temples, he’s practically purring under your delicate touches.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes, pulling you closer still.

His change in tone has another smile tugging at your lips. His eyes are still closed as he’s relaxed and he looks so content and at ease, you can’t help but do it.

You boop him.

He raises a brow but doesn’t open his eyes.

Then you do it again, smiling to yourself. He finally looks, blinking open his eyes, and seeing the amused look on your face, he can’t help but break a small smile of his own, his frown finally falling.

“You’ve been watching too many of those big cat videos,” he chuckles. You titter, bringing your hands to his solid chest before sliding them up to his shoulders.

“And you’ve been reading way too many messages for what you promised would be a work free weekend,” you retort.

He sighs, looking at you the way he looks at no one else. “Yeah,” he agrees, his hands mindlessly rubbing your back, “‘M sorry, princess,” he says, his voice deeper now than it was a few moments ago, a rumble there that sends a new thrill through you. And princess.

You know exactly what he’s about to do before he does it.

Even though you saw it coming, you still can’t help the gasp that leaves you as Bucky swiftly flips you over onto your back.

He’s between your legs, leaning over you, eyes darkening as he keeps you trapped beneath him - not that you’re planning on trying to get up anyway.

His voice is husky as he slips his hand under your sleep shirt, his touch running over your soft skin and curves, slow and teasing, raising goosebumps in his wake, “Let me make it up to you.”

[buckets-and-trees]

hahaha him soft, him dork, him the loml

I'd never seen this, and I just have an endless grin over it!

I let this sit in my askbox because I thought maybe I'd get more creative or something and write a little drabble-y thing, but I can't apparently. I'm just too in giddy delight.

Thanks for sending, bestie!

[gaysindistress]

When Night Comes - Fourteen

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Vampire!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: cursing, I think that’s it

Word count: 2.3k

Thirteen | masterlist

A/n: Chi of @vonalyn helped me out so much when I was writing this chapter. Shoutout to them 💕💕 also I forgot my computer at home when I went out of town this weekend so I apologize for any errors or anything like that

tag list: @cakesandtom @elizacusi-blog @unaxv @hidden-treasures21 @buckybarnessimpp @vonalyn @thebuckybarnesvault

“You what?”

Willing to brave any storm that might arise, Y/N repeats her demand of wanting to see Celeste. Bucky, while shocked, doesn’t move from his position pinning her hips against the wooden table. He stares her down, his dark gaze making her even more confident in her question.

“If you want to know what Ana Cristina said, I want to see her.”

“Okay.”

Disbelief leads her to grip the fabric of his shirt and pull him closer unconsciously, “seriously?”

He nods his head, “if I said no, you’d go find a picture anyways.”

She tries to argue against him but given how she’s never been one to delay gratification, she agrees with him.

“You gonna let me go?” He asks, the change of subject confusing her until he drops his gaze to her hands fisted in his shirt.

“Oh sorry,” she says with a sheepish smile and relaxes her hands to rest on his chest again, “are you gonna back up?”

“Tell me what else Ana Cristina said first.”

“Um no show me the picture and then I’ll talk.”

He holds up one finger, “one piece of information.”

“I’ll bite you if you point that at me.”

Bucky inspects his finger for a moment, “bold of you to assume I wouldn’t enjoy that.”

She rolls her eyes before giving him what he wants, “She said your mom didn’t agree with your father wanting to raise you in the church so she took you and ran.”

He takes a deep breath and analyzes her face before taking a step back to let her pass. She waits a moment before pushing off the table and grabbing his hand as she walks out of the kitchen. Bucky resists the urge to pull her back to kiss her, hug her, anything to be selfish and feel her touch.

He takes the lead and pulls her along to the staircase where the estate’s bedrooms are at. They pass by hers as well as the other guests before he brings them to a stop at his door. Situated at the end of the hallway, sunlight streams in from open bedroom doors to illuminate the deep cravings that litter his door. Similar runes to his tattoos cover the frame as well as the actual door in addition to others Y/N doesn’t recognize.

Bucky pushes it open to reveal a room unlike anything she would’ve expected. Rather than being bare aside from a coffin, his room is filled with books and supplies for every hobby one could think of. Tall narrow windows allow light in to cover the room in a warm afterglow, fending off the dark stereotypes that surround Strigoi. Much to her surprise, there is a bed tucked against the window and it appears to be used. Handmade blankets and quilts lay neatly on it but the wrinkle in the white pillows indicates that someone has slept there recently.

“Wait, do you need sleep?” She asks as concludes her initial look around his room.

He chuckles before explaining that they don’t need sleep like humans, but instead will rest if they feed too much. Beginning his search for his only remaining picture of Celeste, he makes a joke about how naps are enjoyable, human or not. Y/N watches as he pulls out a small box from a book shelf and tries not to gasp when he takes out the even smaller photo of a woman who looks undoubtedly familiar.

The frayed and worn edges of the photo give away its age; however the woman is alarmingly modern. A simple sheer white veil with embroidered flowers covers most of her hair and upper body but the unruly curls that Bucky loved are barely being held back. Only the woman’s side profile can be seen as she has had her head turned away from the camera. Even without a clear view, it’s abundantly clear that this woman and Y/N are the closest thing to doppelgängers this world will see. There are a few differences but not anything that a stranger could use to truly distinguish between the two women.

Bucky, on the other hand, has them memorized by heart because it’s the only way to not fall completely victim to his own agony. “Y/N is not Celeste,” is the mantra he has to repeat to himself every moment that he’s in Y/N’s presence. In the meantime, he waits for her to say something, anything at all but she’s lost in awe and wonderment.

“She’s… she’s beautiful,” she starts and looks at him, “I don’t even know what to say.”

Clearing his throat but not saying a word, he puts the photo away and returns the box to its home among his books. With his back to her, Y/N says what she’s been terrified to say, “I see it. The resemblance, I can see it.”

“It's there but there are differences,” he shoots back.

“Are you sure because all I see is a version of me from 150 years ago.”

He turns back to her with a great weighing pain in his stare, “No two people can be the same. Similar, sure but never exactly the same.”

Albeit simple words but they cut like a hot knife through her. She’s taken aback and instinctively takes a small step back.

“I wasn’t saying that, Bucky,” she quickly says, “I was just acknowledging the resemblance is all.”

He sighs at her defensiveness, “Imagine being in my place for just a minute. 80 years after the love of your life is murdered, someone who looks identical to her shows up except she hates me. Everything she does is in spite of me and she makes it very clear she wants nothing to do with me. Months go by and nothing changes until she’s forced to seek safety with me. Finally I think I’ve made some progress but a part of me knows that she will never be the woman she looks like. I don’t want you to be Celeste, Y/N nor do I expect you to but you have to understand that this,” he gestures between them, “kills me. Having you right here but never with me.”

“You can understand where I’m coming from too. Shit, you saw just how fucking crazy Alix is and what she’s willing to do to get me back and for what? The only thing I can think of is that she’s pissed I was finally happy and making a new life without her,” she retakes her step towards him, “I was terrified, I still am but I’ve found some form of fucked up safety with you. I’m not trying to be Celeste and I would never even think to do that.”

Bucky is hesitant to let her come closer now that he’s bared what he has left of a heart but nonetheless he stays put. The weight of the necklace he wears day in and out grows heavy as its new owner comes closer. It calls out to her, yearning her to be its wearer and burns against his chest in protest.

“I know this is all new territory but we could make it our own?”

Deep breaths in and out.

In and out.

“Are you… are you asking if…” he trails off uncharacteristically but Y/N fills in quickly.

“I’ll take you up on that dinner… if the offer still stands.”

He lets out a disbelieving chuckle and shakes his head, “dragging you to Romania finally convinced you to go to dinner with me? My good looks and charming words didn’t do it for you?”

She shrugs, “Maybe, maybe not. Could’ve been the bite, who knows?”

Bucky raises an eyebrow and reaches out to her, partly due to calling from his necklace. It calms down as soon as she’s in his arms and against his chest.

For now, it’s satisfied with this but soon it’ll grow more and more unhappy until she wears it.

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Five years.

She had planned and planned for this moment.

She waited for five fucking years for this moment.

Five years.

Alix had hunted and killed numerous people to get to Y/N. Nothing could get in her way now, not even some of the strongest Strigois on the East Coast.

Peggy helping her was a welcomed advantage but not needed. Alix had known every movement where Y/N was and never needed Peggy to overstep her bounds to help her because she had her own personal vendetta to accomplish.

No, Alix could do this on her own. She was the one who tracked that stupid girl across the country. She was the one who planted Jessica in her life. She was the one who got Juliette close to those Strigoi. She was the one who figured out who ratted her gang out to the police. It had all been Alix and now? Now was her chance to claim her prize, that prize being Y/N.

Landing in Bucharest wasn’t pleasant. The city seemed to sense that the group didn’t belong and her men nearly got into a fight trying to get their luggage. At every turn, the buildings changed and morphed into something anew so that they had no idea of where they were. No one would help them and Isabel tried to chalk it up to their lack of Romanian but they all knew what it was.

When they did finally get someone to stop, the elderly man spit at Alix’s feet and walked away. Enraged, it took everything in her to not rip him to shreds. Brock had been the one to stop her, gripping her arm to help her back.

“Do you want the Strigoi to know we’re here before we even have the chance to find them?”

“He has this whole city on lockdown, it doesn’t fucking matter.”

John steps in, “let’s find our place and then we can devise ways to rip old men to pieces. Come on.”

The old man in question had been Luca, the housekeeper and within minutes of his encounter, he’d found Ana Cristina in a nearby store.

“They’re here,” he frantically says, eyes darting back and forth as he rings his hands together.

“What? Who are you talking about?”

“The Lycan! The ones Mr. Barnes warned us about, they’re here in Bucharest.”

Ana Cristina curses under her breath and drops the fabric she’s holding. She links her arm with Luca’s and ushers him out of the shop.

“Which way did they go?”

He points to the left where the group is still arguing over whether the city itself has it out for them.

“In, in,” she nearly shoves him into their car and quickly rushes over to the driver’s side. She fishs out her phone and hands it to Luca, asking him to call Bucky.

“Hello? Is everything okay, Ana?” His sincere and concerned voice comes through the phone.

“Luca saw the Lycan. In the city.”

There's a short pause.

“How many?”

“5 I think. Bucky this isn’t good. They shouldn’t have even been able to get off the plane.”

“I know, I know. Just get home and we’ll figure out what’s going on. Make sure they don’t follow you, please.”

With that the call ends and Ana Cristina looks over with worry to Luca.

“That can’t be possible, can it? The seal is only…. Oh no,” he trails off and returns her look of horror, “it’s 75 years since she… died.”

“Don’t, don’t go there yet. It hasn’t been exactly 75 years. We still have,” she checks the date on her phone, “one week.”

Luca drops his head into his hands, “One week isn’t enough time to recreate the spell. It took the original coven months. The two of us can’t do it in one week, Ana Cristina. Even with Thor and Loki, we won’t have enough.”

She puts her hand on his shoulder, “the four of us can figure out something. Even if it’s temporary, we can do it.”

The hope doesn’t reach her heart as she drives past the Lycan group and towards the Bucharest estate. Luca had been right; the original coven had spent months after Celeste started getting death threats. Moving her from New York back to Romania only slowed them but they came nonetheless. She begged her coven to come up with anything at all and after almost 10 months, they had managed to keep her protected while on her birth soil. Tying her soul to her homeland meant that as long as she remained on Romanian soil, she couldn’t be harmed. Of course that only applied to Romania and she would be left unprotected if she decided to leave. The added but unanticipated benefits of the spell was that Lycan couldn’t set foot in the country for a century; however when she died, it had already been 25 years. The remaining 75 years were slowly coming to an end and without proper preparation, the two witches had no idea what to do next.

The only thing they could think of was the ring her coven gave her in addition to the land curse as a talisman; when she wore it and was home, no harm could come to her. It may be the only thing that could protect Y/N. Only problem was getting Bucky to take it off the chain he wore constantly since Celeste died.

[buckets-and-trees]

oh, I am THE WORST/BEST ENABLER!!!!

I literally can not wait for people to read what you've already shared with me!!!

[buckets-and-trees]

I don’t know about you but this gives me big Devour Bucky energy 😏

hahahaha certainly

Devour Bucky isn't lewd and doesn't put you on display, but if it's relatively private and discreet enough, he'll take you wherever her pleases. Like in this restaurant he's asked you along to look at because he wants to buy more restaurants now - he's discovered they're a good business when done well, especially as a front for his darker business.

[buckets-and-trees]

Here’s your ticket to Horny Monday bestie!

All the thoughts and thots that go through my head with this? Had my brain happy glitching for so so long! Couldn't even properly do anything with it forever, so forgive me, my dearest Chi!

But then I had little ideas itching, and I've been saving this ask for just the right time, and since you're halfway through your two weeks of work insanity... I wish a very horny Monday TO YOUUUU!

[buckets-and-trees]

bahahaha you ALMOST say that like it's a bad thing!

[biteofcherry]

But what if boop Dark Mafia!Steve when he’s on a roll in a meeting

Omg, Chi! 😨 How would you even get into the meeting in the first place?

There won't be any cuteness with dark mafia Steve, you know.

If you felt bold enough to walk in there and boop him in front of his people? Then you can boldly bend over the desk and moan while he boops your cervix with the tip of his cock.

"No, no, Princess. You don't get to squirm away and beg for the punishment to be delivered later." He grips your wrists in one of his hands, while he starts a merciless pounding. "You wanted my attention now, so you have it. My and everyone else's."

[biteofcherry]

Your filthy Ruby Gardens poll gave me a thought. Well, it gave me MANY but this one specific thing stuck out:

If our doms ever took their subs on a group retreat/getaway all together. What would that look like? Would more people be opting for fun nature primal times? Would doms get their subs to scream louder since there’s so much more space for it out in nature? Who learns they have new kinks they never thought they’d develop? 😌

Chi, are you perhaps trying to live vicariously through Ruby Garden subs and play out some primal fantasies of yours? 😏 I wholepussedly support it!

If a group of Doms with their submissive's from Ruby Garden went on a retreat, it would be a balance between being full in the nature and in comforts of actual housing (you're not gonna see Lloyd camping in a tent in the middle of the forest, that's not happening; Nick's also a no about that). So they go to Lloyd's lake house - more of an estate, really. I big house by the lake surrounded by wild nature and no neighbors, so it provides privacy for all the primal adventures, as well gives some bits of luxury, like a huge hottub and comfortable beds.

Since it's Lloyd's estate, you can be sure it's accordingly adjusted to have BDSM fun. The gazebo by the lake is romantic, but also has bolts in various places (to tie/chain your sub) and toys hidden in benches.

Doms organize outdoors activities, too. The "normal" ones, as well exciting plays like a game of hide and seek in the late evening, with submissive's wearing fluorescent bands (for safety and because Doms always want the upper hand, lol). Which is a game that Darling unexpectedly takes a huge like to. She was never big on primal/chase, but she feels excited at the prospect of outsmarting Steve and having him work for it. She's not a fan of running, but hide&seek gives her the opportunity to explore a type of chase without having to run much.

Nick makes Bonbon be the seeker and if she doesn't manage to find him, she won't be coming all weekend. Cherie tries to be sneaky and hide in the lake (close to the bridge, so it's safe). Pumpkin makes the mistake of shuffling beneath one of the cars and Lloyd pulls her from beneath it in a true horror predator movie style - by the ankles, dragging her on the ground away from the house. Birdie tries being clever (and comfortable) by hiding in the house. And Fawn is the one who screams the loudest, because she has two predators chasing her through the dark parts of the woods - making her fantasies really come true.

There would be also cozy fire and tales shared around it, as well a game of poker with submissives naked and servicing their Doms while they play. A show of flogging and whipping in the gazebo, as well a swimming competition between Ari and Steve (Darling waits for Steve on the bridge with a towel and lips ready to kiss, while Cherie lunges at Ari and topples both of them back into the water).

Overall, a fun weekend 😎

[biteofcherry]

Have a thirsty Thursday 🤭

"He's like a human sunshine." Your coworker sighs dreamily, her own lips curling into a smile in reflection to Bucky's.

"Mhm," You merely hum.

Bucky as that radiating warmth about him, a charm that caresses your cheeks with promises of summer and dizzying romance.

But you know there's more to him. The power of that sun has licked you into ashes.

The marks of his scorching heat still linger on your thighs, where he gripped you so hard as you tried to squirm away from him. A crown of bites covers your breasts and belly, from when he mouthed his obscene plans for you.

Though you've cleaned yourself under a cold spray, there's still the tingling burn of his cum filling your pussy.

Bucky is a beautiful sunshine that gives the sense of flourishing life, but he's also a hungry flame that consumes you.

Keeping your head down, your eyes stay focused on the files. You know that if you cast a glance his way, somehow Bucky would catch your gaze. It's a hopeless wishful thinking to expect him to simply forget about you, if he doesn't see you.

Bucky made sure you understood how focused on you he was, that he plans on branding you as his forever.

[biteofcherry]

I hope this type works too 💞 kinda kink rating/assigning but!

Branding / Dacryphilia / Sensory Deprivation

Bucky Barnes / Lloyd Hansen / Ransom Drysdale

Ohh, this one took me a long moment to think, because I could imagine assigning every kink to each of them, so I had to really think it through.

Branding with Ransom. He's a spoiled, entitled dick who likes to show off and throw it in everyone's faces that something belongs to him, or that he owns something that ups his status. So branding you as his for the whole world to see? Yeah, that's his thing. It could be something small, but visible, like making you wear his signet. Or a diamond collar with the first letter of his name. It could also be more nefarious, like a permanent tattoo with his initials.

Dacryphilia with Lloyd. I can't help it, Lloyd is always the one who I imagine getting turned on by seeing your tears. Especially when you look up at him with those big, doe eyes, tears streaming down your face and ruining your make up. This goes only for things he does to you, because if you're crying because of someone else then that person is dead. Nobody makes you cry, only him.

Sensory deprivation with Bucky, because he's the one who will guide you through it with deep care. Bucky's very attentive, he will react to every twitch of your body, reading your responses. He can be mean about the deprivation, but it still will be careful in how he proceeds. He wants to have you completely at his mercy, dependant on him, and give you sensations out of your mind.