#daddy bucky x little male reader

[ace-of-gay]

Extra itty bitty

Stucky x little reader

956words

Warnings: age regression, paci, bottle, nursery,

Little names like little star, baby etc. The title daddy for bucky and dada for steve as the caregivers. Little reader is in a newborn mindset, age regression can be voluntary or involuntary if you dont understand i suggest either not reading it or educating yourself on the subject

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No pronouns weight or skin color mentioned

Edited to the best of my ability

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Bucky and Steve encouraged your age regression knowing it’d help you in the long run.

They’ve seen you smol from six to one and occasionally younger but never as young as you are today, from Impending stress and being stuck big for a couple of weeks they knew at some point you were going to be extra smol and possibly very emotional but they were prepared for anything.

Anything in all regards so when they woke up thus morning to you buried into Bucky's side, mouth agape and paci fallen somewhere between your body and his.

Seeing you little and all cuddled up to one of your daddies stole their hearts, they both absolutely cherished it so very much.

Bucky tried to get up carefully not to nudge or shift you but the slightest feeling of movement woke you up with a gasp, before your chin started to wobble and a wail broke from you.

Eyes clenched shut, arms haphazardly flailing outward to find such comfort you had before.

It clicked quickly to both of them that you weren’t just smol, you felt tiny, equal to a newborn.

Bucky out of fear of hurting you hesitated eyes big in shock, he was prepared but he had no idea how to care for you in a newborn mindset, if you’re going to have bigger needs or if your likes and dislikes would be the same.

In the few seconds he was in shock Steve had crossed the room to Bucky’s side of the bed, softly cooing to help calm you, picking you up making sure to support your head he smiles to himself, swaying side to side to soothe you.

"Hey little star, did daddy’s startle you while getting up hmm? That’s okay, he didn't mean too"

Swaying with you, your head on his shoulder, eyes closed, on hand clutching your dadas shirt and the other clasped around three of his fingers.

"Hey button I’m gonna need my hand back?"

Bucky chuckles feeling much more aware of the situation and what he needs to do, he goes and grabs a paci and a lovie with a rattle in its head.

Bucky helped unwrap your hand from Steve’s and replace it with the lovie, touching the paci nib to your lips you instantly take it.

They both head out to the living room where seats himself and you on the couch, while Bucky finds his way to the kitchen.

You lean back a little to look at him, he grins back at you "you’re just the cutest" he announces before giving you scattered kisses across your nose and cheek, causing you to trill and coo behind you paci, dropping your lovie you pat both hands against his chest causing him to scatter kisses again followed by another trill and happy screech.

He calms you down and taps the button of your paci "give dada kiss?" you stare at him with no idea what hes saying  until he taps his lips and you realize.

Basically falling forward you tap the button of your paci against his lips giving him a paci kiss.

Just a moment later Bucky walks in with a warm bottle of milk you instantly know what it is and you open your mouth dropping your paci.

Being passed from Steve to Bucky’s lap he lays you across his lap with your head layed in the crook of his elbow, giving you the bottle to feed from, your eyes close, giving your bottle all your attention until Bucky rubs your tummy and pulls the bottle away for a moment, "hey there little firecracker you should slow down before you get a tummy ache" and giving you back the bottle.

Eventually finished and having opened your eyes once more Bucky takes the bottle placing on the side table and helping you to sit facing him, pressing your body to his he pats your back to make sure there’s no extra bubbles in your tummy to upset it.

Grabbing your lovie he shakes it in front of you catching your attention, the clicking rattling mesmerizing you.

Steve walks back in wearing day clothes taking you and your lovie into his arms giving you a kiss before doing as Bucky was and shaking the lovie and than tapping its smile against you nose making a kissy sound, he does this several times over when you give your lovie a kiss back squealing in joy.

you take the lovie from him shaking it wildly before shoving it against your face causing him to laugh. Bucky returns in his own day clothes, watching you, trill and coo in delight, its now time for you to be changed.

They both make their way to your little room where you keep all your stuffies, little clothes, toys etc.

Bucky shuffles through the closet keeping in mind your favorite color and your activities of the day and choses your outfit accordingly.

Helping you out of your night clothes into day clothes freshening you up for the day.

They both sit down on the floor with you in Bucky’s lap.

Steve going through the toys, they play with you until your eyes begin to droop again, deciding its best to lay you down after you fall asleep, Steve goes to dim the lights and turn on the star projector.

Bucky swaying back and forth soothing you to sleep he sets you down in your bed in your little room, giving you a paci, tucking you in and last but not least to turn on the baby monitor.

They leave the room to go about their day as you nap, going about the routine multiple times making sure you completely happy.

They love being your daddy and dada even when something they don’t expect shows up.

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Im new to writing this young but its as valid as any regression age and deserves more representation

Im drawing a stuffy every day this month, as a reason/ goal to make it through the month because January is hard for me every year.

If youd like me to draw one of your stuffies let me know and id be happy to! For example heres my first three, 1 is mine, 2 is a friends and 3 is another friends

[hellsenthero]

Dirty Little Secret

Dbf!Stucky x Fem!reader

While your dad celebrates his new promotion, you celebrate with his best friends.

Warnings: smut

Masterlist

A.N: I wrote this at my parents house as they nurse me back to health from the flu. And now I just know I'm going straight to hell.

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The party was in celebration of your father being promoted at work. All his friends from work were at the house to celebrate with him. Drinks were flowing, laughter filled all spaces of the house, and little appetizers were passed among the guests.

"Where's your daughter?"

Your father waved a hand at his co-worker. "No doubt hiding in her room with her nose stuck to a book."

The two men laughed together. "Some things never change."

Little did your father know, you were in the bathroom with his two best friends.

"FUCK!" You gasped out as Bucky thrust up into you. Steve was quick to put his hand over your mouth, stifling your moans.

"Shh, baby, don't wanna get caught, do you?"

Bucky laughed as he continued to fuck you within an inch of your life. "I don't know Stevie, I think our little slut might wanna be caught."

With wide, pleading eyes, you shook your head as best you could under Steve's hand.

"No?" Bucky asked. "Well then, you better keep quiet, baby." Harder and faster, Bucky fucked you on the tiny bathroom counter. "Such a sweet fucking cunt." He gasped. "I'm gonna fill you up, sweetie."

Beneath Steve's hand, you tried to gasp out your wants. "What is it, baby?" Steve asked as he pulled his hand away.

"Need you, Stevie. Need your kisses."

"Awe," Steve cooed. "Of course, baby. Anything you want." With a hand on the back of your head, Steve both protected your head from slamming into the bathroom mirror and guided your mouth to his own.

As your climax approached, a knock sounded on the bathroom door. Steve broke a part from the kiss to call out. "Occupied!"

"Fuck, that excite you, sweetie? Nearly getting caught?" Bucky asked.

"She squeezing you?" Steve asked before you could answer Bucky. You loved it when they got like this, talking about you during sex like you weren't even there.

"Like a fucking vise." Bucky answered Steve.

"Gonna come," you whined.

Steve brought his thumb down to your center, rubbing your clit. "Come on Bucky's cock, baby. Make a little mess for us."

Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as your climax hit you. Bucky fucked you through it with sloppy thrusts until he too, came. With his cock deep inside you, Bucky filled you up with his seed.

"Fuck," Bucky breathed out before he faced his partner with a sigh and a pat on the shoulder. "Be a good boy, Stevie, and clean our girl up."

As Bucky backed out from between your legs, Steve took his place. Kneeling, the blond male threw your legs over his shoulders and brought his face down on your center.

"Fuck, Steve," you hissed as quietly as you could at the first lick of his tongue. His hands grasped your thighs tightly as we worked his tongue along your center, slurping up every bit of yours and Bucky's mixed juices.

"Ya see how crazy you make us, baby?" Bucky asked. His storm blue eyes held your gaze. "Can't even get through your daddy's party without fucking your brains out."

"I-I love it," you gasped out. "Love you."

"I know, baby," Bucky answered gently. His hand came up to your cheek, caressing you gently as Steve feasted on you. "We love you too."

You grabbed onto Steve's head, pulling on his short locks of hair as you felt your second climax rise up. "Oh, OH!"

Bucky wrapped his flesh hand around your throat. "Gonna come for Stevie?" He asked, already knowing the answer. Still, you frantically nodded your head. Your eyes clenched shut as you tried to hold off, wanting to extend your pleasure for as long as you could. "Come all over his face, sweets." Bucky ordered.

You couldn't stop your release from barreling through you. Your moans were cut off by Bucky clenching his fist around your throat for a moment before he let go, allowing you to gasp down the air your body so desperately craved.

With a last lick, Steve pulled away from your center and stood up, just as another knock sounded on the door. "Occupied!" He called out again. Both men waited a moment, listening for the person on the other side of the door to walk away before they returned their attention to you. "I think we're done here now, baby." Steve told you.

You pouted, and gave your tallest boyfriend your best puppy dog eyes. "But I didn't get you off."

Steve shook his head. "That's okay, baby, but we're running low on time before dear ol' dad starts to wonder where you are."

From behind Steve, Bucky leaned forward and kissed you. "We'll finish this tonight. Just tell your daddy that you're going to your friend Sam's house for the night."

"Sarah," you corrected with a smile, knowing full well your boyfriend's knew all the names of your friends and who was trusted with your dirty little secret.

"Right," Bucky corrected as you fixed your clothing in the bathroom mirror.

"Okay," you sighed before nodding to the door. "Coast clear?"

"Let me check." Steve answered before he pulled the door open wide enough to peak out. "Clear," he warned as he guided you out of the bathroom with a hand on your back. Steve closed the bathroom door once you got out, locking it behind you so he and Bucky could clean themselves up a bit better before rejoining the party.

"There's my girl!" Your dad bellowed as you turned the corner into the living room. "What were you up to?"

"Oh, just reading." You lied as you walked up to his side.

"Ah, just as I thought." You gave a little-that's me-shrug.

"Sarah called me and asked if I'd do a sleepover tonight. Is that okay?" You asked just as you saw your boyfriends rejoin the party out from the corner of your eye.

"Of course." Your dad easily agreed.

"Thanks, daddy." You pecked him on the cheek. "I'm gonna go pack my stuff." You admitted before walking off. You did your best not to jump as you walked by Bucky, who gave your bottom a little pinch.

"Good kid you got there," Steve told your dad as you disappeared up the stairs.

"She's my little angel." Your dad said.

"Sure is," Bucky said with a knowing smile that was lost on your father.

If only he knew how good of an angel you were when you were being fucked by his best friends.

[buck-star]

Hot Argument | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> Fiancé!Bucky Barnes x Fiancée!Female!Reader

Summary -> Bucky and you have an argument, you two let your frustrations out on each other and it gets really hot before you two apologise for the things the two of you said. At least for most of that because Bucky makes sure you know who you belong to.

Warnings -> (E) 18+ Minors DNI, smut, porn with almost no plot, teasing, dirty talk, choking, dom!Bucky, sub!Reader, mention of Mommy kink (just teasing), daddy kink, oral (fem!/male!receiving), deep throat, using the word slut, dumbification, fingering (fem!receiving), sex toy, squirting, finger sucking, possessive Bucky, unprotected p in v, translated russian

Wordcount -> 5.1k (Wordcount with the russian parts)

Prompt -> AFG Fluff Bingo | B4 | Dirty Talk | @anyfandomfluffbingo | Sebastian Stan Bingo | G3 | Squirting (Kink) | @sebastianstanbingo

Request -> Imagine Bucky and his fiancée (the reader) get into an argument and they take their frustrations out on each other and they finally apologize to each other for what they said🥵🩵

A/N -> Thank you for the request and I hope you like that. I want to thank @sergeantbarnessdoll for the feedback and the help, but as well for the jokes in the middle of the night when I accidentally wrote “Fucky” instead of “Bucky”. Divider made by @firefly-graphics.

Masterlist | AFG Fluff Bingo | Sebastian Stan Bingo | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

You chuckle sarcastically before your back crashes against the wall behind you. Bucky’s hand is wrapped around your throat, but you can’t stop laughing about it, even when the two are in the middle of an argument.

That’s something you learned when you were a teenager. Whenever you had a fight with your parents, you laughed sarcastically, hiding the feelings they gave you behind it, mostly the pain they caused. And whenever they shouted at you, you just laughed.

“And you think I think about the way they look at me? When they want to stare at my ass, they can do it,” you shout, and Bucky’s eyes darken. He hates when you make him jealous, and the argument is just because he doesn’t want the guys to look at and especially touch you.

“But I do. I don’t want them to touch what is mine." He groans darkly against your lips, and you feel his hot breath against your soft skin. A shiver runs along your spine, and you need a moment to find your voice again.

“They just look at me,” you say, frustrated, and then it’s on him to chuckle sarcastically. “They just look at you. You mean like that?” He asks, and his hand slides down between your legs and captures your cunt. Your breath hitches, and you try to hide a moan when you feel him touching you where you need him the most right now.

He laughs, knowing what you feel and think. Bucky takes his hand away from you and lets go of your throat, taking a step back. “Are you such a little slit for me? Huh? Already dripping, and I haven’t even touched you yet,” he says sternly, and you gasp.

Bucky is right; you two had a fight, but he turned you on so much that you can’t stop thinking about him fucking you while he is angry.

You still stand with your back against the wall, and you look at your fiancé. He turns around and wants to walk away, not giving you what you want the most right now. And suddenly, you feel the anger inside of you again. He doesn’t want others to touch or look at you, but then he doesn’t give you what you want.

“Such a baby,” you say, and he turns around, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. “What did you just say?” He asks and walks slowly closer to you. “I said you’re such a baby. Complaining and crying but not being able to give me what you think they couldn’t give me,” you tell him, a mischievous smile appearing on your lips.

His eyes darken in a way you haven’t seen often. “Don’t mess with me, doll,” he hisses, and you need to look up to face him. His body is almost pressing against yours, and you can feel the heat of his body. “Or what?” You ask and place your hands on his stomach to shove him away, but he grabs your hands and presses them next to your body against the wall.

“I said don’t mess with me, but you did. So you have to take what I will give you as a punishment now,” he whispers into your ear. You feel the goosebumps all over your body, and you know you have him right there, where you want him to be.

“And now he wants to be a big boy,” you whisper, amused. “Enjoy yourself, doll?” He asks you, and you nod, trying to get out of his grip. It doesn’t work the way you want, but you know the best ways to tease your fiancé a bit more.

“I really enjoy myself. And do you know those guys in the bar enjoy the sight of me too? Imagine their harden-“ Bucky interrupts you with his leg pressing between yours. You moan about the sudden and harsh friction. “Shut the fuck up, or I will help you,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

The muscles in his jaw are clearly visible for you to see, and you feel the wetness between your legs growing. You know it will be hot, but this is way more than you expected, and you like it. You enjoy it, and maybe a bit too much when you think about the punishment he will give you later. But right now, you just enjoy him being angry and needy at the same time.

“I didn’t know little baby boys like you could help someone big like me. And you should watch your mouth, sweet boy,” you tease him, and that’s enough for Bucky. He uses his metal hand to shove three fingers into your mouth, pressing your tongue down and making you almost gag around his hand.

“Enough teasing, doll. Until I have something better to stuff your mouth, you have to suck my fingers like a good girl,” he says, wrapping his other arm around your waist to lift you up.

He carries you into the bedroom, but instead of letting you down on the bed, he places you in front of the bed. His metal fingers are still in your mouth, and you look up at him.

Bucky removes his hand from your waist and places it on top of your head. Shoving you on your knees, let his fingers slip out of your mouth. “Open the belt and be a good girl; you know what Daddy wants, don’t you?” He asks and looks down at you with a big smile on his lips.

You place your hands on his belt and open it, looking the whole time up at him. “Wanna give me your belt for a good punishment for you?” You ask, and Bucky rolls his eyes, opening his pants and pulling them down with his boxers.

His dick springs free and slaps against his covered stomach. The tip is leaking with pre-cum, but you still look at him with his belt in your hands. “You need to bend over the couch so you can get your puni-“ you try to tease, but your fiancé is faster than you and stuffs his cock into your mouth.

“Shut up and suck my dick,” he says, waiting a moment while you have his dick in your mouth and throat and your hands gripping his thighs. “You can be so quiet, doll. Does Daddy overwhelm you, baby girl? Be a good girl and suck on it; make Daddy feel good in your sweet mouth,” he says in a command tone, even when he asks if it’s not a question. He wants you to suck his dick, which is buried deep in your throat and mouth.

You slowly move your head as much as you can with his hand still in your hair. Bucky groans and presses himself deeper into your mouth, making you gag every time he moves his rock-hard dick. And when you swallow, he almost cums immediately down your throat.

Bucky enjoys the sight he has of you. Your eyes are filled with tears. Some of them are already streaming down your cheeks, but you still look up at him, your eyes meeting his while his dick moves in and out of your mouth. “So pretty, baby doll, you take me so well." He praises you and moves a bit faster.

“Such a little slut for my cock, aren’t you?” He asks and shoves his dick deeper into your throat, waiting a moment before he pulls out. Then he does it again. You let him use your mouth like a fuck toy, and he enjoys seeing you sitting in front of him and looking up at him while his rock-hard dick slides in and out of your warm mouth.

Your one hand lets go of his thigh, and you slide it between your legs and underneath the fabric of your clothes. But before you can touch your clit, your fiancé looks at you with furrowed eyebrows. “When did I allow you to touch you?” He asks, and you look up at him with your best puppy eyes, but he shakes his head, and you take your hand out of your panties.

It doesn’t take long when you feel him twitch. With a try of a grin on your lips, you swallow, and Bucky throws his head back, groaning loudly, and his grip on your hair tightens. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he says, and you swallow again. This time he shouts all of his cum down your throat, and you feel the warm liquid slowly flow down.

“Open your mouth,” he demands when he pulls his dick out of you. He breathes heavily and calms down from his orgasm, while you swallow the rest of his seeds. Then you open your mouth and show him that you took everything he gave you, and he smiles proudly. “Good girl,” he praises you, and you smile softly.

Bucky shows you how to stand up while he takes off his t-shirt. You stand up and look at him. “Take off your clothes,” he commands, and you do, slowly taking off your t-shirt and your pants, as well as your panties. Bucky walks to the shelf in your room and opens the little red box that is standing there.

When you hear the sound of the handcuffs, you look at him. For a moment, you think about being the submissive person, but when you think about the fight earlier and his reaction when you teased him, you want to do it again.

“Do you want me to play with you? After your sweet try to dominate me,” you tease and walk closer to him. You’re completely undressed, and you play with your hands around your nibbles, letting Bucky’s gaze slide down to them. “Such a baby boy for me; want to suck mommy’s nibbles like a good boy?” You ask and place one hand under his chin to pull him closer to you.

“Stop teasing me, doll. We both know you’re not in the position to do so. And after the things you said to me, I need to punish you,” he says, gripping your hand to push it away from his chin. “What do you mean? Who was the one who was jealous and said, the guys look at me and want to fuck me?” You ask and walk a step closer.

He towers over you, and his gaze shows you should be careful with the things you say, or he would just throw you on the bed and fuck you senseless. But that’s what you want; you want him to fuck you when he is angry, not soft and gentle.

“How many of them jerk themselves off because they think of me? Thinking about the way their dicks would slide through my wet folds and the way they would slide inside of me, fucking me so good,” you say, looking thoughtful, like you’re really thinking about that, even when you just need a way to tease your fiancé.

His hand finds its way around your throat, and he squeezes it softly. “Shut the fuck up and don’t mess with me. You’re mine, and no one will ever fuck you better than I do,” he says through gritting teeth, and you smile. His eyes are dark, and his jaw is clenching.

“Not? Wanna find out?” You ask, and he groans. With one movement, he grips something out of the red box and presses you towards the bed. His hand is still around your throat, and he chokes you softly. “We just find out how good you can beg for my cock and scream my fucking name when you cum,” he tells you, and you feel your cunt dripping.

Bucky always knows what he needs to say to make you dripping and begging. He pushes you with your back onto the bed; with his thighs, he spreads your legs and looks down at your wet folds. “Already so wet, huh? And just for me, for no one else, just mine,” he whispers, lets go of your throat, and runs his cold metal fingers through your wetness.

You moan softly when he slides his cold fingers up and down your folds, making you squirm. His legs are holding yours apart, and you whimper softly when he slides over your entrance, but he doesn’t give you what you want. He doesn’t push his fingers into you; he just teases you with them.

"Bucky, please,” you whimper and try to push your hips against his hand when his fingers touch your entrance. “Try again, baby doll,” he says with a mischievous grin. You groan frustrated when he takes his hand away, just to look at your slick between his fingers. Then he takes them into his mouth and sucks at them, looking straight into your eyes while he cleans his fingers.

You whine softly, trying to push against him, but with his legs between yours, you can’t move further. “Please,” you whimper, and he chuckles. "Oh, baby, I thought Mommy would show her baby boy how to make her feel good. But it looks like you’re just a little slut for Daddy’s cock, aren’t you sweet girl?” He asks, and you throw your head back.

One of your hands slides through your breasts, and you play with it while the other glides down your stomach. When you almost reach your folds, you look at your hand before you look back into his eyes. He stares down at your hand, following every inch as it moves closer to your clit and just an inch away from your wetness, he snaps your hand away.

With a harsh grip, he holds both of your hands in his and pushes them above your head. Bucky towers over you with a grin on his lips. He leans closer to your ear, kissing your neck softly and biting into the soft skin. You moan and squirm softly, trying to get some friction between your folds, but he doesn’t give you anything — not even thinking about it right now.

“Such a tease, and now you lay underneath me and beg for my dick. You want me to fuck you? Then beg for it,” he whispers into your ear before he presses himself up to stand between your legs again.

His one hand is still holding yours, so you can’t touch yourself or him. “Daddy, please,” you beg, a tear forming in the corner of your eye and slowly sliding down your cheek. You need him so much that it almost hurt, and he doesn’t look like he will help you before you’re begging for his dick or at least his fingers or tongue.

You look at him with tears in your eyes, arching back and your cunt dripping. You want to touch yourself, which would give you at least a bit of relief between your legs.

He slides his fingers along your inner thighs and chuckles when he sees the goosebumps all over them. Just a few inches away from your clit he slides his hand back to your knees, and then he does it again. You feel like you could cum just from that feeling, but you can't; you need him inside of you.

Bucky lets go of you and suddenly has the thing from the box in his hand. It’s the vibrator he gave you as a present a while ago. He slides the toy through your folds, and when he reaches your entrance, he pushes it softly inside of you. You moan loudly, relief rushing through your body.

You press yourself more against the toy, and Bucky chuckles before he turns it in. The slight vibration makes you immediately clench around the toy. After all the teasing of your fiancé, it just needs a moment for you to feel the knot in your stomach. “Oh fuck, I’m so close,” you whine and arch your back, tugging your nails into Bucky’s hands and ready to cum all over the toy.

Just a second before you cum he removes the toy. A big smile appears on his lips when you look at him, and wet tears and even more tears are already forming in your eyes. “Daddy, please. I was so close,” you whine, but he shakes his head. “You teased me, and now take your punishment like a good girl,” he says, waiting until the knot in your stomach fades away before he pushes the toy back inside of you.

Your walls welcome the vibrating toy immediately, and you are just a moaning mess underneath Bucky. He likes to see you squeezing the toy, moaning, and whimpering while your orgasm slowly builds up in your stomach. “Oh fuck, Bucky, please,” you almost scream when you feel the knot in your stomach. But he pulls the vibrator out of you when you almost reach your orgasm again, and his smirk grows even wider.

“So desperate,” he mumbles when you try to push yourself against him, or at least the toy. “You want to cum over the toy when you can have my dick?” He asks you and looks at your dripping cunt, his metal finger slowly sliding through your folds, and he groans when he sees your slick dripping down his fingers.

You shake your head, arching your back, and beg quietly to make him push his fingers inside of you and give you your release. He chuckles softly about your action, but he still doesn’t give you what you want.

“Bucky, I don’t have sex with you for a week when you don’t fuck me now,” you groan and throw your head back. “And you think you can say no when I do that?” He asks and slides his finger through your folds again. “Or that,” he whispers, kissing your inner thighs. “You think you can say no for a week when you can have all this every day?” Bucky asks, and you whine.

He can be such a teasing idiot; he knows the right words and the right movements; he just knows your body and has full control over you. “You’re so desperate for my cock, doll,” he tells you, like it’s not obvious, but it’s definitely obvious that you’re more than just desperate for his dick.

Bucky takes his hand away and stops kissing your inner thighs. “I will make you feel good, baby girl. Just let me taste you first,” he whispers, and he lays his head on your stomach to look up at you. You roll your eyes and not, at least something instead of just pushing a toy into you to pull it out when you’re just about to cum.

You squirm softly, and he kisses your lower body until he reaches your cunt. His hands find their way to your legs, spreading them wider to give him some space for his head between your legs.

You can feel his soft lips on your cunt and you moan immediately when he just brushes his lips over them. “Fuck, Bucky, please,” you whimper, and he lets go, looking up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “What did you just call me?” He asks darkly, and you whimper, his grip around your legs tightening.

“‘m sorry, Daddy,” you mumble, and try to push yourself more towards him so you can finally feel his lips and tongue between your legs again. “Good girl,” he says, leaning down again to press his lips onto your core.

He uses his tongue to take all the wetness, and he groans against your skin. “You taste so fucking good, I could eat you out the whole day,” he says, sucking your clit softly into his mouth, making you moan loudly.

You would say he can eat you out as long and as often as he wants to, but right now you wouldn’t get his dick inside of you. So you stay quiet, at least with talking, because with his action at your clit, he makes you moan and whimper loudly, his favorite sounds.

When he works his way with his tongue lower, he reaches your entrance, licking around it before he presses his tongue against it. Your walls welcome him immediately, squeezing him softly when he moves his tongue inside of you slowly.

“Daddy, please,” you whimper, not sure what you’re begging for. You can’t think straight anymore, and with him knowing that it’s not better. He slides his fingers to your entrance, the cold metal meeting your skin, and it almost feels like it’s burning.

Bucky removes his tongue with his fingers, pushes them until his knuckles are inside of you, and curls them softly. “Can’t my doll think anymore, huh? Begging for something she doesn’t even know, or do you know what you’re begging for?” He asks you with a stern voice, and you shake your head.

“Use. Your. Words.” He points out every word and presses his fingers against your sweet spot, with every word leaving his lips. “I- uhm- fu- daddy,” you stutter, not knowing what to say or what to think except about his fingers, tongue, or dick.

Bucky chuckles and slips his fingers out of you, kissing your entrance again and sliding his tongue inside of you once more. “Fuck, daddy, fuck, fuck,” you whine, and he laughs softly. You feel the vibration in your pussy.

Yes, he will fuck you, and hearing you say that makes his rock-hard dick even harder. It’s almost not possible, but he feels the blood running through his veins, and his dick almost hurts, but he wants to taste you a bit longer before he ruins your tight hole with his huge length.

“Don’t worry, baby doll. Daddy will ruin your little hole; I stuff you so full,” he groans against your wetness and fucks you with his tongue. You can feel your orgasm in your stomach growing, just as Bucky can feel it. He uses his finger to press and push them inside of you, working you open with his fingers and his tongue.

“Too much,” you shout when you feel the pleasure growing, but at the same time, it feels different, and Bucky looks at you while he brings you closer to the edge. He hits the right spot every time he slides his fingers into you, and it doesn’t take long for you to cum. You squirt all over his face and fingers while you scream his name.

Bucky looked at you the whole time, looking at the way you open your mouth, the way you shut your eyes, and the way you press your fingers into the sheets. He fucks you through your orgasm, taking everything you give him, and even when you whimper because of the overstimulation, he sucks your clit into his mouth again before he lets go of you.

“You did so well for me, doll. Look squirting all over my face, and fuck, you should have seen your face when you squirted,” he says with a smile on his lips, licking his tongue over them and looking at his fingers, which he had inside of you.

You can see your slick between his fingers, the wetness glittering while he turns his hand around to see every inch of his wet fingers. “You will suck them clean, but first let me burry my cock inside of your tight little hole,” he mumbles and slides his dick through your wet folds.

The tip of his red is leaking with pre-cum, and he strokes himself softly while he lines himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushes his tip inside of you. You whine, still sore from the teasing and the orgasm before. “Shh, you take me so well, doll,” he praises you and slowly pushes himself further into you.

Bucky leans closer to capture your lips with his, kissing you passionately. You can feel the veins on his cock and every inch of him inside of you, and you whimper softly about the stretch. “Just a bit more,” he says between kisses, and you nod, placing your hands in his hair and playing with them.

You look into his steel blue eyes; he smirks and pushes the rest of his dick in one movement inside of you; you tug his hair harshly and moan loudly; you open your mouth a bit; and you arch your back. He doesn’t move; he just looks down at you and kisses your lips softly.

“Now open your mouth and make them clean,” he whispers, pressing his fingers against your lips. You obey and open your mouth, letting him push his fingers into your mouth, and you use your tongue to clean them. Tasting yourself on his fingers.

Bucky slowly starts to pull out of you, making you hiss. “So much,” you whimper, but press yourself against him to get his length into you again. “Such a cock slut for Daddy, huh?” He asks and chuckles when he pushes back inside of you. You whimper with a soft nod.

His fingers are still in your mouth while he slowly moves inside of you, hitting all the right sports. You clench around him; after all the teasing and your first orgasm, it’s a lot to have you stretched out that much, but you’re a good girl for him.

“Ты такая чертовски тугая. Мне нравится твоя маленькая киска, которая так хорошо сжимает меня.” (You're so fucking tight. I love your little pussy that squeezes me so well.) Bucky starts to talk in Russian and makes you squeeze his dick harder.

You love when he talks in Russian; his accent is hot, and the way he looks at you while you don’t know what he says makes your mind dizzy. Especially when he speaks in Russian during sex, it brings you almost every time to edge.

“Ты кажешься мне такой невинной, но ты такая шлюха для моего члена. Ты моя, только моя. И никому не позволено смотреть на тебя или прикасаться к тебе так, как это делаю я.” (You seem so innocent to me, but you're such a slut for my cock. You are mine, mine alone. And no one is allowed to look at you or touch you the way I do.) Bucky hisses, and you’re pretty sure it was something that you mentioned in your argument earlier.

But with the way he thrusts into you and his hot breath against your neck when he leans closer, you can’t think straight. So you wouldn’t really recognize him even when he talked in English. But his accent, his dark eyes, and his rough voice make it all better for you to feel the orgasm growing in your stomach.

You close your eyes for a moment, but when he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, you can finally moan loudly without him pressing your tongue down, making you almost gag. But his hand finds its way around your throat, and he squeezes it tightly, making sure it doesn’t hurt you.

“Look at me when you cum all over my dick. I want to hear you scream my name when you squeeze my dick, and we make sure everyone hears you so they all know they can’t touch you. And you know there is no one who could make you cum better than I do,” he says, and his thrusts become faster and harder.

“Who do you belong to, baby doll?” He asks and grins when you try to answer, but you get interrupted by your moans. “Tell me, who?” He commands and stops his movements, making you whine. “You, Bucky. Just you, and I’m sorry for the thing I said. I don’t want someone else to fuck me, but please let me cum,” you say quietly, looking at him with a begging gaze.

Your fiancé slowly pulls out of you just to push even harder than before inside of you. “Right, mine,” he says, and he slides his hand from your throat over your upper and lower body until he reaches your pussy.

He slowly moves his fingers in circles and presses his fingers more against your clit. Playing with it between his fingers and looks while you squirm underneath him.

“All mine,” he says, and he slides his fingers through your folds. “Cum, now,” he commands. Before you ask him for permission, he already feels you squeezing his dick more. Bucky plays with your clit to bring you over the edge.

You feel the knot in your stomach grow a bit more before the orgasm rushes through your body. Your toes curl, you arch your back, looking into his eyes - like he wants you to do - and you squeeze his dick so that he shoots his seeds with a loud groan deep into your tight pussy.

He doesn’t stop thrusting hard and deep inside of you; he fucks the two of you through your orgasm, and you mumble something while your mind is dizzy and full of him, his dick, and his talented skills in bed. (Or on the kitchen counter, in the shower, on the desk in Steve’s apartment, or in the bathroom of a club.)

“Fuck, FUCKY!" you shout, and Bucky immediately stops his movements, looking down at you with a huge grin on his lips. “Fucky? Did you just call me Fucky?” He asks and bursts out laughing. You blush and try to hide your face, but he is faster. He pins your hands down next to your head and leans closer.

“Did I fuck you so good that you can’t think straight anymore and don’t even know the difference between ‘fuck’ and my name?” Bucky chuckles, and you nod softly. He presses his lips on yours and thrusts a few more times slowly inside of you before he pulls out of you. You whimper and feel your mixed juices slowly flowing out of your clenching cunt.

Bucky lays next to you and wraps his arm around you before he pulls you against him. Kissing your neck and face softly while he uses his fingers to draw small circles on your skin. “You did so well for me, doll. I’m sorry for the things I said during the argument, but the sex was wonderful, and you’re mine,” he whispers into your ear, and you chuckle softly.

“I love you too. And I know, I just wanted to make you angry,” you tell him, and he nods. “I know, but it’s oke, angry sex is a lot of teasing, and I like to have you beg underneath me.”

Bucky and you lay there for a while longer before he stands up and walks to the bathroom. When you hear the water flowing into the bathtub, you smile and wait for him to pick you up. Bucky walks towards you and picks you up in bride-style to carry you to the bathroom and take a warm bubble bath with you.

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[gummydummy19]

A White Christmas

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Male Reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend Steve have the tower to yourself this Christmas :))

Content Warnings: Smut (handjob, use of toys, cum eating, anal, top M reader, bottom Steve Rogers, slight degradation, daddy kink...), fluff, horrible Christmas puns :))

A/N: @sozombiearcade thank you so much for this lovely Christmas request and for being so patient with me <3, I hope you enjoy it. Merry Christmas everyone!!xxx

Word Count: 1860+

The streets of New York were packed. People desperately scattered around trying to find a last-minute Christmas present. It was absolutely freezing, or at least that's what it looked like. You were nice and warm up in Stark Tower, with a book on your lap.

You smiled to yourself as you glanced over to the big, beautiful Christmas tree, the neatly wrapped present you bought your boyfriend immediately catching your eye.

The Tower is quiet, aside from your Christmas playlist you have on repeat. Thor and Loki went back to Asgard, Nat and Bruce went over to Clint and his family during the Holidays, Sam invited Bucky to join him and his sister for Christmas dinner and Tony took Pepper skiing in Aspen. Leaving you and your boyfriend Steve alone in the Tower, which you had decorated excessively.

The smell of gingerbread slowly invades your senses and you hear Steve hum along with "Jingle Bells" from the kitchen. Sadly, his happy humming stops and gets replaced by an upset whine and a naughty word or two.

'Language!', you yell with a grin, but when you don't hear a reply, you decide to put your book aside and make your way to the kitchen.

'Stevie, everything okay?' you ask as you stick your head through the doorframe. Steve is looking down at his tray of freshly baked cookies with a defeated look.

"What's wrong, honey? They look great!" you ask as you walk closer.

"I forgot to buy icing." The look on his face breaks your heart, but admittedly the little pout on his face is quite adorable. Truth be told, he has been looking insanely good all day.

Steve is not only an attractive man, he also cares a lot about hygiene. Back in the 40s he didn't have all the luxuries he has today, and when he goes on missions he sometimes can't shower or shave for weeks. So when he's home, he showers and shaves every single morning after his run. He hates body hair, so he was always perfectly sleek...everywhere.

"Oh Stevie, that's okay...they still look good without the icing," you reassure him, looking down at the gingerbread men.

"They look naked." he points out with a frown on his face.

You grin, pulling Steve closer and pressing a sweet kiss on his neck. "I do love my men naked..." you mumble as you nibble on his ear, hoping to cheer him up a little.

Unfortunately, the defeated look on Steve's face didn't go away that easily. "Aw, Stevie..." you cooed, wrapping your arms around him, "you know I hate to see you sad," your lips found his neck again while your arms squeezed him tighter to your chest.

Steve's breath hitched when you found his sweet spot, nibbling on it while your hands gently grabbed his hips, pulling his ass flush against your hardening cock. His hands grabbed the counter for balance as he whined, feeling your bulge grind against his ass.

"I'm sure we can figure something out...let me turn that frown upside down, baby, hmm?"

"Yes, daddy", Steve moaned obediently.

"Wanna touch daddy's cock? Hmm? Would that make you happy? Wanna jerk me off, baby?", you teased.

"Yes, daddy..." he whined.

"Ask daddy nicely, baby,"

"Please, daddy, please," he bucked his hips forward.

"Please, what?" you taunted.

"Please can I touch you, daddy, can I jerk you off, please..." he begged.

"Good boy...of course baby, c'mere," you packed up a little, allowing Steve to turn around. He immediately dropped to his knees and pulled down your sweats, noticing that you were already rock-hard.

"What a slutty boy..." you groaned, spitting in your hand before reaching down to stroke your hard cock.

You groaned at the feeling, letting your eyes fall shut for a second until you heard Steve whine impatiently.

You looked down at him, "Touch daddy's cock, Stevie", you commanded and he immediately did as he was told, squeezing your dick tightly as he stroked it up and down before twisting his first over your tip.

As you felt yourself creep closer to the edge, the tray of cookies caught your eye. You reached over, pulling it closer while Steve sped up his movements around your throbbing cock.

"That's it, baby...be a good boy and make daddy cum."

It only took a couple more strokes until you fell over the edge with a loud groan. Your body shook a little as you tried your best to aim for the platter, covering the gingerbread men with your sticky, white cum.

"Fuck, Steve...", you couldn't help but groan, "good fucking boy..."

You pulled him up against you, fumbling to pull your sweatpants up in the meantime. You let him drop his head on your shoulder as you did the same. Your mouth found the pulse point on his neck, feeling his rapid heartbeat against your lips.

You looked at the counter, observing the wonderful mess you had made. "Look at that, Stevie...your gingerbread men aren't so naked anymore", you grinned, picking up one of the cookies that was covered in cum and bringing it to his mouth. He took a large bite, savoring your familiar taste.

"Delicious...", he hummed, looking at you in adoration. You couldn't help but pull him in for a passionate kiss, tasting the sweetness of his cookies and the saltiness of your...icing.

"I think you deserve to open one of your Christmas presents early, what do you think?"

"Yeah?", he blushed and you nodded, taking his hand and pulling him to the living room.

"Say, Stevie, have you been naughty or nice this year?" you smirked and you pushed your boyfriend back on the couch.

"Is that a trick question?" he grinned, making you smile.

"Hmm," you couldn't help but kiss him again before getting up and grabbing a neatly wrapped box from under the tree.

"Naughty and/or nice, you've definitely been my good boy this year", you praised.

Steve gently ripped open the packaging, his cheeks tinting red again as he saw what you had gifted him. It was a navy blue, vibrating stroker.

"Do you like it?", you asked, grinning when Steve nodded franticly.

"Wanna try it?", you asked, trying to contain the twinkle in your eyes.

He nodded again, this time a bit more shy.

"You want uh...do you wanna...or...you want me to...uhm...", he stuttered, making you chuckle before leaning in closer.

"I wanna use it on you, Stevie, if that's okay?"

"Y-yeah, yes, absolutely."

His enthusiasm alone made your cock stir again.

"That's my good boy," you mumbled against his lips, "take off your pants and play with yourself while I go get the lube,"

Steve's pants hit the floor before you even made it out of the living room. When you got back, merely a couple seconds later, you found him panting on the couch with his cock in his hand.

"Merry Christmas indeed," you stated, dropping down next to him. Your hand quickly took over from his, pumping him a couple times until he was a moaning mess.

"Turn around", you commanded and he obeyed immediately, giving you a clear view of his shaven asshole.

"Fuck, you know, I hate it when they call this America's ass. This is my ass, all mine," you grumbled, giving his cheek a good squeeze followed by a light smack.

"Ah...yes, daddy, all yours, please touch me, daddy", he pleaded.

"Yeah? Want me to touch you? Want daddy to fill your stocking, hm?"

Steve couldn't help but giggle a little at your awful pun, earning him another spank.

"Shut up," you chuckled, before reaching to grab the lube and applying a good amount on his bare hole and your fingers.

Steve moaned loudly as you slid a finger inside, prepping him for your hardening cock. You slowly worked him open, adding another finger while your other hand gently traced his skin.

"Ready for my cock, Stevie?" you questioned after a couple minutes, noticing he was getting harder and more desperate.

"Yes, please...please"

You used some more lube to cover your cock, stroking it a few times before pressing it to Steve's hole. Slowly but steadily you slid inside him. Both of you let out a string of whines and groans, your hands holding onto his hips as you fucked him slowly from behind.

You gave him some time to adjust before you grabbed the toy, adding a little bit of lube to that as well.

"C'mere, Stevie, lean up a bit...like this", you gently grabbed his shoulder, making him lean his back against your chest so you had easier access to his smoothly-shaven cock. The toy slid over him with ease.

"Oh shit, daddy!" he moaned when you turned up the vibrations, stroking the toy while starting to fuck into him again.

"Fuck, baby, doing so good, my good boy", you praised as you picked up the pace, positively destroying his asshole.

Your free hand roamed over his strong, hairless chest, pinching his nipple in the process.

"Ah, f-fuck..." he stuttered, his head lulling back against your shoulder.

you chuckled, "You like it when I play with your nipples, hmm? Such a desperate little slut...look at you, I've only just started and your cock is already leaking", you taunted, feeling the sticky drops land on your fingers.

"Please, daddy...fuck, that feels so good..."

That was your cue to turn up the vibrations, making Steve keen in pleasure. His hands for your arms, trying to keep himself grounded.

You angled your hips up a little, hitting his spot perfectly.

"Fuuucckk, daddy, right there! Please please please can I cum? Can I cum please m'so close...", he begged, tears welling in his eyes.

"Cum for me you fucking slut, cum for me while I fuck your ass."

And he did. Hard.

Steve's cum shot out of his dick in thick ropes, covering his own stomach and chest.

You fucked him roughly through his high, before discarding the toy and pulling out of him.

"Turn around!" you roared, as you jerked yourself off at a fast pace, ready to tumble over the edge.

Steve clumsily dropped to his knees, just in time to catch the hot spurts of cum all over his face.

You yelled out his name, screwing your eyes shut as pleasure consumed you.

"Fucking hell..." you huffed out. Your eyes fluttered open and you were met with an absolutely ruined Steve, leaning exhausted against the couch, covered in both your and his own cum.

You dropped down beside him, pulling him close. "You did so good for me, you're so hot, so perfect...", you mumbled, trying to bring him back down to earth with sweet words and gentle kisses.

"You okay?", you asked, taking in his fucked out look.

"Hmm", was all he could muster, looking at you with a dopey grin plastered all over his face.

"Looks like you got a white Christmas this year, huh?", you grinned.

"Oh, shut up", he chuckled, playfully hitting your shoulder.

The two of you cuddled for a while after that, before taking a nice hot shower together. Though in hindsight, that might have been a bit pointless, since Steve still had to give you his gift too....

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[mrcavill88]

Inner demons

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Summary: There’s something so dark and attractive about a man who could kill you in a heartbeat. Even though Bucky’s twisted mind is healed, remnants of the winter soldier are still there. You and him have been through hell and back together, but his recents outbursts of anger are really starting to fumble your relationship

Word count: 2.9k+

Warnings: 18+, age gap (reader is 18, Bucky is 102 XD) abusive Bucky, alcohol addiction, face slapping, yelling, begging, bondage, whipping, daddy kink, skin sucking/kissing/licking, nipple play, genital licking, fingering, crying, vibrator usage, unprotected sex, breeding, fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! I’m back with another fic: my very first Bucky fic. This is one is definitely, interesting, to say the least. Thank you all again for all the support you have shown me, hope you enjoy;)

Bucky Barnes

The man of the hour, the one true love of your life, someone who made you feel stable - did I mention an ex-assassin with over two dozen credited murders?

You never were 100% sure about being safe around him. Sure, he was... insanely attractive. His soft and short brown hair, the dark blue sapphires he had for eyes, pearly white teeth, chiseled and muscular body, and his deep voice; his mere presence was enough for butterflies to flutter around your tummy. But Bucky's dark history was always a thinking point for you.

"What if he goes crazy and tries to kill me?"

"What if he goes on another rampage and starts murdering everyone?"

"What if he doesn't love me?"

Your intrusive thoughts never got the best of you, but a single thought of Bucky's past made you quiver in fear.

But your relationship with him wasn't exactly, perfect. He might be free of his control from Hydra, but, he isn't exactly free from his new demons

Alcohol

His loneliness after Steve's death was apparent as he turned to heavy drinking to aid his sorrows. That's when you came in, you were initially there to help Bucky through his journey of rehab, were you successful? Fuck. no.

Every time you encountered him, instead of discussing his progress, you and he did the most lewd things together. He was completely taken aback by your beautiful and slim figure, he didn't need rehab, he needed you.

As of now, you lived with Bucky. You were both pretty set on spending your lives together, and you were both happy. Currently, he was out with Sam, you knew that Sam was the only other person Bucky was close with, he trusted him, and so did you. You laid in bed, waiting for Bucky to come home, hoping you guys could have some dinner together, maybe have some fun.

You heard a car pull into the driveway; you ran to the door, waiting to greet the love of your life. The door burst open, and there he was, running towards you.

"Y/N! I missed you so much baby, give me a kiss!" he said, hugging you, connecting his lips onto yours. The things you felt when you were in an intimate setting with him, they were surreal. You really loved him, but something wasn't right, you could tell something was off.

And then it hit you

The strong and unpleasant scent of alcohol. You pushed the man off of you, an acerbic look painted on your face as you looked him dead in the eye.

"Baby? W-why are you l-looking at me like that? W-what's wrong?"

You could tell that he was a little tipsy, if the smell wasn't enough, the slurring of his words definitely was. "Bucky, please be honest with me. Were you drinking?" you asked, squeezing his hands.

"Y/N! You know I'm sober! How could y-you doubt me?" his hands cupping your cheeks, his face getting redder and redder. "Baby, please believe me! I know I have a bad history with drinking but, please, I'm being honest."

"James! Don't lie to me! I love you too much for you to lie to me like this! How could you! I thought you were a new man!" you yelled, slapping his face. "Ok. You caught me, I'm so sorry Y/N. Sam just said it was one beer, but it ended up being several. Please forgive me! I promise, this won't happen again! Please, Y/N?" he pleaded, holding your waist.

The single tear that formulated on your cheek dried as you contemplated what you were going to do with Bucky. Was he really going to stop? Or was this another white lie that he told? You decided to give it one last chance, hoping the decision was right.

"Fine. I'm putting my trust in you Buck, please, just think about what this could do to you! It's going to kill you! Please just promise me that you'll stop, ok?" holding your pinky out. "I promise, baby. Thank you so much for believing in me" he said, latching his pinky onto yours, giving you a small kiss on the cheek. "Now, let's enjoy ourselves! The night is still young Y/N! I brought some takeout from that Mediterranean restaurant across town, I know you it's your favorite" he said, bringing you over to the polished dining table, adorned with the most appetizing food you've ever seen.

But one little nuisance on the table was there, a needle in a haystack, if you will. A tall bottle of whiskey. "Bucky, are you serious?"

"Baby. I know I promised I'd stop, but please! Just this once, I swear, this is the last one. C'mon, I know you like this brand. Don't try to deny it"

You hesitantly sat down, opening the bottle of whiskey. You knew Bucky would have some trick of his sleeve, so what did he do? He fished in one last drink, and it just so happened to be your favorite kind.

You two enjoyed your supper. You guys' just had a special bond, every time you were in each other's presence, you just felt, complete. Any thought of Bucky's past actions were completely eradicated as the expensive whiskey started hindering your brain.

Next thing you know, it was already 9 pm. Bucky was completely OUT, his pants undone and his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he tried to stand up.

"Y-Y-Y/N, w-we haven't h-had some f-fun in a w-while. L-lets m-make the most of o-our night," he slurred out, bringing you to the couch as he gripped your right thigh. "G-get off o-of me, I k-knew you c-couldn't k-keep from d-drinking" you said, barely being able to connect your words together.

The cold air thickened as tension started to build between you two, both completely drunk. "H-how dare y-you speak to m-me like that! You l-little brat!" he yelled, slapping your face hard. The tension in the room completely skyrocketed as the man you loved, the man you trusted, struck your face.

"B-Bucky? W-what's gotten into you?" you sniffled, holding your face. "W-w-what's gotten into me? What a-a-about you! You spoiled l-l-little ingrate! You n-need to be taught a lesson! You need thicker s-skin, Y/N" he slurred out, dragging you to the basement.

The countless kicks and screams you let out were completely useless as the 6 foot man effortlessly powered through your resistance. He slammed you onto a stool and tied your arms above your head, leaving you helpless.

"T-that's better baby! You s-see, I'm much older than you. I had it w-way harder than you when I was your age! I'm only doing this because I love you, trust me, Y/N" he said, pulling out a long, matte black whip.

The sound of screams, cries, and begs filled the room as the absolute terror you felt completely consumed your body.

"P-please Bucky! I'm begging you! Please don't hurt me! I love you! Don't you love me?"

"Oh Y/N, you're so adorable, I-I'm doing this for your own good, I'm sorry little one"

The final words he said before he maliciously whipped your torso, the loud crack breaking the seemingly forever silence that formulated between the two of you.

The screams coming out of your mouth intensified as the everlasting sting coursed through your veins, tears falling from your eyes as the man you trusted, just whipped you.

"Oh baby! That's what I like to hear! But, I think we could have more fun! Don't ya think?" he said before he grabbed a pair of red scissors and started cutting up your clothes.

You winced as your body was slowly being exposed in front of the man, as if it hadn't happened before. But this was a new side of Bucky you've never seen before, much more, possessive

He rubbed your baby soft skin, the sight of your delicate and skinny posture truly astonished him. The only thing you had on was a tight little spandex, your cock hard from Bucky's presence alone.

"Y-you're mine now, understand?" he said, practically inches away from your face. You jerked a nod before the whip cracked against your body again, a gush of blood spewing from your body. You screamed mercilessly as the immense pain you felt was practically permanent.

"Bucky! Please stop! I-I can't take it anymore!" you begged, a raspy breath leaving your mouth as you felt the air suddenly get hot.

Turns out, it wasn't the temperature, it was Bucky

He took his jacket off, revealing his rippling muscles and toned body, laced by his tight black tank top.

"Oh baby, I almost forgot. Don't ever call me Bucky, again. I'm your daddy now, your master, are we clear?" grabbing your face tightly.

"Y-yes, daddy" you whimpered out, absolutely terrified yet turned on by Bucky's sudden dominance.

"Good boy! Oh Y/N. I'm so p-proud of you. You see? It's not so hard to behave, right? Now, here's your reward for being so good"

Mere milliseconds after his words, his lips latched onto your neck. Sucking the absolute life out of it; moans and whines escaped your mouth, your libido level skyrocketing as the sound of skin against skin filled the room.

"Oh baby! I love tasting you! You're gonna feel so good when you're with daddy tonight, just wait and see"

His mouth continued attacking your neck, his lips traveling down your body onto your shoulders, biting and sucking on your skin, marking what was his. The angelic moans that left your mouth were like music to his ears, something that caused him to go even harder than he intended on.

His fingers caressed your nipples, goosebumps forming around them as Bucky relentlessly stimulated them.

"Daddy! Ugh! That f-feels so g-good!" you moaned as Bucky continued pinching and rubbing your nipples.

With no hesitation, he latched his lips onto your nipple, sucking on it with much determination and lust. The pleasure you felt was unreal; the tingles reaching the tips of your toes, making your cock twitch and harden as he continued sucking your nipples.

When he let out, your nipples were puffy and decorated with saliva, your breaths heavy and constant from all the pleasure you were feeling.

"Oh my sweet baby, Y/N. I love seeing you all horny and vulnerable like this. You make me want to do horrific things to you. But the night is young, I'm not finished with you" he said, viciously licking your neck.

His head was now face to face with your hole, your butt perfectly propped up so he was practically in breathing range of it. He kissed your inner thigh, prepping you for what was about to come next. The moans that left your mouth fueling the lewd activities he was about to commit.

His tongue started flailing in and out of your hole, swirling at a rapid pace. Your toes started to curl as you quickly became a sex doll for Bucky. "Daddy! Oh Fuck! Daddy I-I'm gonna c-cum!" you whined as he continued licking and playing at your sensitive hole.

"Baby! C'mon now, don't disappoint daddy like that! I know you're stronger than that, come on now, let me make you feel good"

You whimpered in response as your hole became drenched in Bucky's saliva, acting as a lubricant as he slowly inserted his thick fingers into your hole.

You screamed at the immense discomfort you felt, you've never been this intimate with Bucky ever in your life. "Does that feel good baby? You like when daddy shoves his fingers in your tiny little hole?"

All this dirty talk was making you queasy, your head practically spinning in circles as Bucky continued using your hole as a domain for his sexual pleasures. "I-I-I'm g-gonna cum!" you yelled at the top of your lungs, cock ready to burst at any moment.

"Oh no you don't" he whispered, gripping your tiny little pre-cum covered cock tightly.

"I know you're a good boy baby. Show daddy how good of a boy you can be! C'mon baby I know you can be a good boy. My good boy"

You snapped

Your cock jerked uncontrollably, drooling with ropes of white, thick cum. Your face turned red as you met Bucky's slightly disappointed face.

"Baby, I really hoped you could pull through for daddy. But it's ok! Daddy has a few tricks left for you"

"No daddy please! I can't take it anymore! I'm gonna... explode!" you pleaded, struggling to break out of your bonds.

"That's not how it works. I am your master, your daddy, you are my boy. You listen to me, absolutely no questions asked baby. Now, daddy has a new little toy here that he would love to try on you" he cackled, pulling out a pink vibrator.

Tears stained your cheeks as you knew what was about to come, you knew that you had no other choice but to comply, so why not enjoy it?

He attached the vibrator on your cute little cock and turned it on. You screamed as the vibrator tickled and pushed against your prostate, cum leaking from the tip of your cock.

"Daddy! Please take this o-off! I-I'm s-so horny!!!" you moaned as your bottom half twitched and shook from the absolute pleasure you felt.

Bucky noticed the state of mind you were in, somewhat amused by how fragile you were. And with the little bits of remorse still in him, he yanked the vibrator off your body, your cock worn out and drenched in pre-cum. You were a moaning, panting mess, cum disseminated over the floor.

"Oh baby~ You turn me on so much you don't even know. Such a sweet boy like you acting like this, this'll just be our little secret. Now, daddy has one last present for you, I promise, it's worth it" he said, slyly, before unzipping his pants. The big dick print in his boxers was making you so hard, oh you were so in love with him.

And then, oh!

A large piece of man meat sprang from his underwear as he pulled it down. The sheer size of it amazed you as he walked toward you.

"I want this to be a night for the books baby, let's make this special"

"Fuck me daddy!" you moaned before he slammed his monstrous dick into your tight hole. His thrusts: strong and firm.

"Oh fuck baby! I love how your little hole hugs my cock! You belong to me! No one else!" he yelled, a mixture of moans and whines filling the room as you both became infatuated with pleasure.

He starts to develop a fast and consistent rhythm with his thrusts, your moans getting louder and more high-pitched, making him even more turned on.

"Oh yeah! You love when daddy's big cock fucks your hole don't you! You naughty boy! You bussy is so greedy for daddy's cock isn't it" he growled, getting a broken and long moan in response.

Your body temperature started to climb higher and higher as the man you loved dearly continued fucking the daylight out of you. What you didn't realize? The fact that the ropes that put you in this very position broke in the midst of all the sexual pleasure you were feeling.

You didn't know how much longer you could handle this. Your bussy was practically broken after enduring all of Bucky's abuse, but the pleasure you felt continued to escalate by the second.

That's when, it happened again

Bucky's cock penetrated the most sacred and sensitive part of your entire body, your cock exploding with cum as your body twitched and quivered at the pleasure that basically consumed your entire body at this point.

"That's my boy! Oh y-you're daddy is close you're doing so well. Fuck!" he groaned as you could feel his thrusts growing sloppier.

You took notice of this and decided to give Bucky a taste of his own medicine: you pinched and twisted your nipples, causing your hole to tighten around Bucky's cock, making the man grow weak as his cock was being stimulated like no other before him.

"Oh shit! You naughty little bitch! Oh baby! I-I'm g-gonna cum!" he slurred out before unleashing his load inside your hole, strings of his white sticky cum polishing your insides an ivory color. You collapsed from the chair, your legs were practically immobile after all the pleasure and abuse you endured tonight.

Bucky crawled toward your destroyed figure, hugging you tightly and nuzzling your nose against his.

He carried you, bridal style, up from the basement into the bedroom you shared together.

"Now baby, let's get washed up, alright? We need to be perfectly clean before we sleep" he uttered, walking you over to the shower.

Despite the immense sexual activities that occurred that night, the shower you two had was one that was completely ingenuous.

You two shared a few loving, intimate moments, but nothing that was extreme. You were glad to have Bucky back. The old Bucky back. Sure, you loved the sex god that just fucked the shit out of you a couple minutes ago, but the little moments you have with him: you cherished forever.

You both got dried up and cuddled up on the bed together. "I'm so proud of you baby, we pulled off wonders tonight. I love you, Y/N" he said, kissing your forehead.

"I love you too, daddy" nuzzling your head against his chest.

You went to sleep madly in love with the man, and James Buchanan Barnes definitely loves you too~

[starboye]

Could you update this? Like, did you get new requests afterwards?

https://www.tumblr.com/starboye/758197508073832448/hi-i-noticed-you-mentioned-having-a-lot-of-fic?source=share

these are really the only new ones

1.

pairing: tyler owens x male reader

summary: riding tyler after a hard day of chasing storms

2.

pairing: clark kent x male reader

request: Could you write a tom welling/clark kent fic from smallville where you give him a blow job and edge him til he cums in your mouth and then he fucks you

3.

pairing: jude bellingham x male reader

request: jude is the star of real madrid (duh) and maybe male reader for barca and readers team wins against madrid and reader starts acting like he’s better than jude so jude puts him in his place and fucks him so rough and degrading until reader knows that he’s his bitch

4.

pairing: prince ben x male reader x harry hook

request: hey can you do a ben x harry hook x male reader where they Both fuck you but harry is really rough while ben is gentle. and harry is very kinky with pet names and stuff

5.

pairing: armie hammer x male reader

request: Reader is filming call me by your name with armie… they get horny while rehearsing their lines and armie fucks reader in their hotel room, reader rides armie

6.

pairing: tom welling x male reader

request: i was wondering if U can write young!tom welling x male reader where reader is a famous actor as well and him and tom are hooking up secretly. in an interview, reader makes a joke about brad pitt being his celeb crush and tom gets super mad and when reader goes to see him tom punishes him very rough and degrading until he can’t even walk

7.

pairing: bill skarsgård x male reader

request: If you’re taking request, can you please make a top Bill Skarsgård x bttm reader smut where Bill has an affair with the reader and he performs oral sex which leads to them fucking in the suspended congress position

8.

pairing: thomas doherty x male reader

request: thomas doherty telling his tired black!reader bf to ride him while he takes an important phone call and whenever he stopped thomas mutes the phone to spank him

9.

pairing: chace crawford x male reader

request: Chace crawford and reader have sex in a dressing room during a break in the filming of a movie they are going to make together

10.

pairing: thomas doherty x male reader x milo manheim

request: Could I request a dom top Thomas Doherty threesome with bottom male reader and Dom top whatever male celebrity you choose reader and Thomas are married and it's Thomas's birthday and reader wakes him up with a b****** in bed and Thomas using the Readers mouth until he cums and then Reader dressed in a sexy outfit they talked about having a threesome reader invites male celebrity friend of Thomas and then Thomas watches as the reader start to worshiping and giving a blowjob to the male celebrity you choose and both just f****** reader filling him up all day into the night taking turns double penetration spit roasting cum kink daddy kink calling reader a good little slut with fluff at the end with them all just cuddling in bed if that's okay

11.

pairing: montgomery de la cruz x male reader x winston williams

request: Hello was wondering if you could write a Monty x winston x male reader smut threesome with Monty resting out a cabin in the woods for his boyfriends they are both from 13 reasons why btw

12.

pairing: jake and rich x male reader x malik delgaty

request: I would love to see these characters in combination with Body Worshipping, Armpit, Scent, Dom/Sub, Double Penetration, and Spit; in addition to those, you can add whatever you Like.

13.

pairing: steve rogers x bucky barnes x male reader x thor odinson x peter parker

request: Steve rogers,Bucky Barnes, Thor, and Peter Parker tag teaming magical fem boy male reader avenger until he gets filled up with all their cum all night long; which leads to reader being knock up with quadruples through magic with each one being the father for a different child.😂😂😂

14.

pairing: harry potter x male reader

request: Harry Potter (Daniel radicliffe with his current buff self) ditching Ginny and marrying the hot American fem boy reader wizard with the big booty, which he meets at the ministry of magic; due to the male reader working as a foreign correspondent for the magical government in America. Which leads to Harry pounding his tight fat butt till the reader gets pregnant through magic for their honeymoon. Harry never returns to magical britian or talks to past friends because he is enjoying his time with his sexy fem boy and growing family.

15.

pairing: megumi fushiguro x male reader x gojo satoru

request: cuck!Megumi (+18, obviously) who loves watching his twink boyfriend get fucked by other men. This time it's his teacher's turn, Satoru (again). could you make it mention that y/n was previously fucked by toji, nanami, yuji, toge and even naoya? Megumi is happy to have another video for his collection.

16.

pairing: xolo maridueña x male reader

request: could you write a fic with them being boyfriends and xolo and reader find a secret spot near a waterfall and it lead to them having g teh whole day swimming and and later in the afternoon noon they are having sex:)

17.

pairing: noah centineo x male reader

request: Can I request a dom top Noah centineo and a big booty bottom male reader reader and Noah are dating and comes back from filming a movie catches the reader walking around naked and shows him down onto the kitchen table and just starts eating the reader out and reader cums without touching himself then they go to the bedroom and the reader just starts worshiping Noah's delicious muscular hairy body and Noah grabs reader by the hair and just starts face fucking him till he comes and then flips the reader on his hands and knees and just starts fucking him rough and hard with the reader screaming Daddy until Noah breaks the bed and cums fills the reader up and then them cuddling after and joking about how they have to buy another bed again if that's okay please and thank you

18.

pairing: jacob elordi x male reader x tom holland

request: I'm a manwhore for Jacob Elordi and Tom Holland being possessive over male reader whenever he talks to another guy whether he's just being friendly in general and the two of them just fuck and tease male reader whenever they get a chance and male reader calling them daddy(btw love your work!)

19.

pairing: winx club guys x male reader

request: Hey! I have an idea! Could you write scenarios with the Winx Club guys (animated) using the weekdays? You as their whore.

20.

pairing: terry mcginnis x male reader

request: Write something with Terry McGinnis (Batman Beyond)? I think he is sooo hot. He comes home late after fighting crime and finds his boyfriend sleeping naked, so he eats his ass until he wakes up and then fucks him. With aftercare, please!!

21.

pairing: hyo-jong x male reader

request: e'dawn where they make their first sextape. reader is very shy and he's not very sure about this, but hyo-jong (dawn's real name), who is very excited about this, comforts him and tells him that everything will be fine. since reader is still nervous, hyo-jong comes to the conclusion that he should fuck him until he is completely dumb.

22.

pairing: joe burrow x male reader

request: Heyyy! I love the stuff you write!! Could you write a Joe burrow x male reader smut?? I’ve been obsessed with this man. I don’t have a plot, but maybe after a game?? Thank you so much!!

23.

pairing: robby keene x male reader

request: maybe reader beats him in like a fight or something idk and robby has to remind him his place and whos really in control cus reader gets tooo cocky

[chxrryhansen]

pairing: steve rogers x reader

Warnings: 18+, slight daddy kink, lots of pda, choking, face slapping, thigh riding, hair pulling, degradation.

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He watches you across the room barely paying attention to Bucky and Sam’s conversation as you prance around in your pink mini skirt, only allowing you to have worn it since he was with you.

Your tight cropped shirt showing off your toned stomach which was now a nice shade of tan, caused by the amount of sunbathing you and Steve had done on the two week holiday break that iron man himself had graciously gifted you.

Your golden jewellery shining underneath the disco lights Tony insisted on getting when you all moved out of Stark tower and into the compound. Steve’s eyes leave you for a split second, engaging in Sam’s rambling.

Pool stick in your hand, you lean over the table ready to shoot your shot, too tipsy to notice your skirt riding up against your thighs exposing the light blue panties he picked out for you for everybody to see, wiggling your hips you lined your eyes up with the ball, every male (and female) gaze in the room suddenly fluttering to your ass.

Bucky notices this instantly, following their eye lines he lets out a low whistle “Think you’d best go and get your girl rogers.”

Steve’s focus is already out of the window, not even picking up on Sam’s hushed “god damn.”

Within a split second steve is on his feet making his way towards you, his thick thighs pounding across the room and at the sight of his biceps straining against his dark blue polo connecting to tensed fists.

Tony’s guests watchful eyes abruptly return to whatever they were doing before the sight of your pretty behind distracted them, the guys you were playing poker with making excuses as to why they had to leave, feeling the scene, not wanting to be the main attention of the super soldiers anger, confused as ever you begin to stand.

Swiftly you feel his familiar hands pushing you back down against the table, hips meeting your behind, you practically moan at the feel of his cock straining against his pants, pressed in between your asscheeks.

“Pretty girl…” oozed out of his lips, a smile grazing against your teeth knowing exactly who’s behind you “Stevie baby!” you say excitedly, making your second attempt to stand straight

“Ah ah ah” he whispers softly yet so harsh at the same time “You like acting like a slut baby? is my attention just not enough for you anymore, hmm?.”

“What are you talking about stevie” you giggle lightly, not understanding what he’s upset about, suddenly his large hand wraps around your ponytail, pulling your hair back roughly causing you to yelp, in both pain and pleasure.

“You know exactly what i’m talking about, you stupid little brat, you like shaking your ass for everyone to see?” he growls, his grip on your hair tightening.

You begin to try and defend yourself yet your lips don’t even have the chance to part before he’s dragging you away from the public eye and into a supply closet down the hall.

The second the door to the small room closes, steve’s on you in a flash, pushing you up against the wall, his knee sliding in between your legs pressing against your pussy, already soaked for him due to his man handling tactics, his veiny hand running up your chest and to your throat, gripping tightly against your throat as you choke for breath.

“God your such a stupid fucking whore sometimes” he shakes his head, you don’t dare try to speak knowing your already in enough trouble, “Grind against my thigh baby, i know you want to, you dumb, stupid little girl” he lets out in a condescending tone.

“Daddy please” You whimper as you began to grind your hips into his thick muscle, your clit throbbing against his jeans, as you rutted against him he started to feel your slick dampening his thigh.

“You can do better than that, speed it up dirty girl, before you make this even worse for yourself.” he threatened, your speed picked up instantly not wanting to anger him further, steve already knew you were getting close as your moans got louder, your mouth blabbering incoherent sentences.

Just as you began to feel your insides tighten, the familiar flood of pleasure was snuffed out within an instant as he gripped your hips, removing his thigh from between your legs.

“You didn’t really think i was going to let you cum after the show you just put on out there, did you?” he teased, you cried out desperate for that soothing release you had previously been so close to, whimpering and begging him to let you cum.

His hand lifted from your throat, hitting you across the face, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to get his point across, your cheek instantly turned a light shade of pink as your eyes welled up with tears.

“Cut that shit out right fucking now” he warned, “the next time i hear a noise come out of those pretty lips you’ll have wished you didn’t wear that damn skirt tonight” he growled as he stroked the cheek he had previously hit.

“Oh and you’d better hope those perverts are praying for you because you’re in for a very, very long night little girl.”

[itsanerdlife]

Wicked Intentions 12

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

Characters: Peter Stark. Howie Stark. Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers. Clint Barton. TC (T’Challa). Ben Reilly. Cledus Kasady (CK). Brock Rumlow. Gwen Stacy. Wanda Maximoff. Becca Barnes. Amore Lorelei. Kitty Pryde. Frank Castle. George Barnes. Joe Rogers. Winni Barnes. Pepper Stark. Wade Wilson. Eddie Brock. Warner Strucker. Barney Barton. Bobbi Morse. Pietro Maximoff. Logan.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

It gets spicy in this part.

Bucky’s knuckles collide with Wade’s jaw, sending him crashing back, into one of his own. TC yanks me back, putting himself between me and the issue.

Wade comes swinging back, and it’s an instant fight. Steve moves to get between, one of Wade’s guys swings on him.

“Oh fuck this.” Clint steps in, swinging first, cracking a guy in the jaw.

Someone’s girl jumps on Steve’s back, clawing at him.

Blinking, Becca has the girl by the hair, dragging her to the ground, stomping on her. Bobbi winds up, decking another girl coming up on Becca’s back. One on two on Peter, TC jumps in, dropping a guy. A dark haired girl, rushes at Buck, still trading blows with Wade.

Pulling my shoulders up, elbow back, hitting her out of the blue from the side. She falls into someone else, before hitting the floor. Clint shoves his guy, he stumbles, winding up again, I follow through, nailing him in the jaw, his head snaps to the side, body falling to the floor.

The girl takes Bobbi to the floor, grabbing a hold of her hair, yanking her back, smashing my knee into the side of her head, shoving her off Bobbi. She looks at me a little shocked. Putting my hand out, pulling her off the floor.

“Steve.” She blinks wide eyes. Glancing over, the guy has Steve twisted up. His arm behind his back, trapped. Shaking my hand out, storming towards him. Deep wind up, from below, snapping his head back, teeth on teeth, sending him crashing with an uppercut.

Security rushes in, breaking up the fight.

Arms wrap around me, yanking me up off my feet.

“Hey!” It’s a yelp from me.

The fight stops instantly.

“Don’t touch her!”

“Put her down!”

“Hands off!”

He doesn’t put me down but backs up a few steps.

“Buddy unless you want to be buried six feet under, while my daddy and husband listen to you scream for your mother, I’d put me the fuck down now.” I warn him through my teeth.

“Now.” Bucky growls.

The body holding me, suddenly jerks, dropping me. Landing on my feet stumbling, Becca grabs me keeping me up right. Looking back, he’s laid out on the floor, Clint standing over him.

“Well they did warn you.” Barney walks up on the scene, looking at his guy on the floor.

“Think your guys need a reminder.” Clint spits. Barney nods, looking around.

“Problem?” He chuckles.

A red headed version of Clint. Which only makes me confused, how one is a red head and the other a dirty blonde. But they’re both hot headed, love a good fight, and couldn’t follow the law if they were paid.

“He tried touching her.” Bucky lifts his chin, a small cut in the edge of his lip, a bruising cheek, mainly just rumbled. Barney cuts his eyes to Wade. Nose bleeding, busted lip, swelling eye, the losing end of Bucky’s fist.

“We don’t touch the Boss around here.” He warns in a snarl.

“She’s not the boss yet.” Wade smirks at Barney.

The guys around us, exchange a look.

“That make your dick limp, Wade?” I sass. “Knowing you only wanted a wife, you didn’t think I could handle being in charge.” Lifting my brow at him.

He smirks at me. Eyes dragging down the length of me, slowly.

“Did you not learn?” Bucky suddenly forehead to forehead with Wade. “She’s mine. You lost out. Swallow that, live with it. Accept it, bitch.” He snarks in Wade’s face.

“Well you won’t have her like I did till you’re married.” Wade laughs, Bucky jerks back confused. My eyes connect with Barney’s, he blinks.

Green light.

Becca pushes Buck back, bone on bone, skin breaking, Wade hits the floor.

“Fuck,” Barney drags it out.

“Imagine what their kids will get.” Clint grins.

“Bitch!” The dark hair girl moves, really jerks forward. Bobbi cracks her right in the nose, dropping her to the floor as well.

I look from the girl to Bobbi. “You’re so hot.” I grin. Bobbi blushes, tucking a strand of hair back.

“No, no.” Clint shakes a finger at me, pulling Bobbi away from me.

“I’d make a threesome joke, but I think Buck’s going to have a stroke.” I cut my eyes to Bucky who is seething staring at Wade.

Winter blue eyes snap over to me, my insides cringe.

“He’s lying.” Peter steps up beside me. Bucky doesn’t spare him a look.

“Outside, now.” He snarls at me.

Nodding, I look at Peter. “Daddy’s mad.” I mutter.

“Oh god!” Peter groans. “Why are you this fucked up?” He whines.

“Not the time to be cute.” Bucky growls behind me.

Glancing back at him, I grin. “I’m always cute, Boss Man.” Shrugging, looking forward again. I can almost faintly hear him chuckling.

“What the fuck did he mean back there?” Bucky demands when we reach the side of the warehouse. Turning to face him, he’s seething still.

“James, you know he’s lying.” Throwing my hand up. “I can’t fake being a virgin with you!” Reminding him.

His jaw works, he’s not sold.

“The night at the party.” Sighing, his eyes meet mine. “The one when the girls beat up Sina.” I nod. He only tips his chin telling me he knows what I’m talking about. “How that started out, the heaviness. That was all it was with him. Nothing more.” I shrug when he makes no other movement or indication he believes me.

He’s suddenly crowding me, backing me into the wall of the warehouse. Body pushed up against mine, thick fingers and his warm palm, greet my neck. Sending a thrill through me, heat spiking my blood instantly.

“Tell me.” His voice gravelly between the two of us.

“Just you, Boss man.” I whisper up at him.

Blue eyes, darken, dangerous, possessive. “I’ve been all your first.”

“Sexually.” I smirk, slipping my hands up his chest slowly.

His fingers flex at my sass, forcing a small gasp from me. He leans in closer, as if he were to kiss me, he waits. Hovering there, watching me. My fingers digging into his shirt, holding on to him.

“I’m the only one that’s been inside you.”

Pushing into his hand on my neck, I brush the tip of my tongue up his lips. “And will be the only one.” I settle back, smirking at him.

“You ruined me for any other bitch.” He chuckles darkly.

Dragging my tongue down my top lip, I smirk at him. “I warned you, Boss Man.”

He chuckles, nodding. “Yeah, you fucking did, baby girl.” Dropping his mouth against mine.

-------- Everything Peaches 9/21/2024 @mo320 @ml7010 @kmc1989 @babizza @coley0823 @destiel-artemis @royal-sunflower @camelliasblossom @shinycupcakebaker @purpleeclipseeggsland @daughterofthenight117 @hisredheadedgoddess28

Bucky 'Fuck Me Up' Barnes: @jbbarnesgirl @kaylaphantomhive

Series tags: @sebastians-love @otterlycanadian

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Helping Hide The Truth (Peter Parker X Trans!Male!Rogers!Reader)

Characters: Peter Parker X Trans!Male!Rogers!Reader, 

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mentions of Transphobia, fear of coming out, body dysphoria

Universe: Could you do maybe a trans male reader who is dating Peter but isnt out to his dad yet I was thinking Steve Rogers Or Bucky I love your writing and I love how you explore your stories ❤️

Peter checked his watch for the 5th time that morning. The morning bell was due to ring in just 15 minutes, and you were nowhere in sight, and Peter was starting to contemplate heading back to his locker, or texting to ask if you wanted him to drop off in the disabled bathroom or to ask if you were even coming in today. Luckily, as he reached for his phone, he saw your dad’s car finally pull up, you jumping out, waving to your dad before rushing up the steps to meet Peter. Peter smiled and waved at your dad- Captain America himself- as he pulled back out the parking lot, and you headed inside, walking at a fast pace.

“The bell’s gonna go off soon.” Peter commented as you both dashed around, pushing through the crowd to find one of the bathrooms or even just a janitor’s closet at this point. Normally when you were on short notice you would just change at your locker- slipping on a baggier shirt and slipping the men’s jeans over your leggings or something, but Peter had noted that today you had come in a dress- and judging by the style, it was Steve’s idea, thought that was obvious anyday. That meant you had to actually find somewhere more private to get changed today. His eyes darted around before he saw MJ at her locker, taking your hand and pulling you in her direction. “MJ!” He called as he approached, and she looked up, seeing you both approaching, what you were wearing, and she immediately knew what was up. She went into her locker, finding her gym bag, and pulled out her towel, unravelling it. 

You stepped hurriedly between her and her locker, her holding one end of the towel against the locker next to her, Peter holding the other end with MJ’s locker door to create a barrier from any onlookers. MJ kept a look out for trouble and also tried to block the view even more with her body, Peter also doing the same when he wasn’t passing you garments, before you gave him the dress with a quick “Done.” and the towel dropped, and Peter shoved the dress into the bag. “Thank you so much.” You told them. 

“Don’t worry about it.” MJ shrugged. “Guessing daddy dearest was adamant on the dress?” She asked and you huffed and nodded, taking the bag from Peter, and shoving it to the bottom of your backpack to go and put in your locker later. 

“I’ll tell him I bumped into someone at lunch and got some crap on it.” You stated. 

“Does that mean we have to get it back out to dump some ketchup on it?” Peter asked. 

“No, we need it to look realistic- you put on the dress and we put ketchup on it.” MJ joked, poking Peter in the chest, making you laugh a little. Peter knew that if that was needed, he’d do it for you. 

Peter had met you when you both started at the highschool a few years ago, and immediately had began bonding over being the ‘weird’ kids. Back then, when he was still getting to know you, Peter had presumed you were shy and self conscious, lacking any confidence, being a total wall flower and wanting to stay out of the spotlight- just trying to survive highschool. That was until the that summer ended and you came back with a new haircut- a much shorter haircut, wearing baggier clothes, clothes that hid any femininity. Peter immediately got an inkling that he may have been wrong about his presumptions about you, but didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Instead, he complimented your new hair, and the way you lit up at it didn’t help his spidey sense. You thanked him, explaining how you got into an argument with your dad about it before you inevitably went behind his back to get it done, but now it was done and he couldn’t do anything about it and so he didn’t say anything about it. Peter had joked about him being old fashioned, in which you laughed the loudest he’d ever heard. It was then you told him how right he was, and who your dad actually was. 

It was in the middle of the next school break when you two were hanging around at his that he had told you he was Spiderman, and in return, you told him you were trans, and was keeping it a secret from your 1940’s dad. It was about 2 weeks after that, that you and Peter sucked up the courage to ask each other out at literally the same time.

Peter had took the information exceedingly well. He came up with the idea to have spare clothes at school to change into to make you more comfortable around your peers, which also helped you keep your secret from your dad- all he saw was the short hair but the ‘normal’ clothes when he dropped you off and picked you up, totally unaware that you had begun socially transitioning at school, and with surprising success. Of course, after a close run in one time in which Peter as Spiderman had to save you and him using your correct pronouns in front of some of your classmates- including Flash- people didn’t want to attempt to use that against you knowing that Spiderman seemingly knew you personally, and then when it came out who your dad was… yeah, people at school used your pronouns, if mostly out of pure fear. 

Since being able to be yourself for the most part at school and when away from your dad, Peter had noticed how you had changed. You were chattier, more vibrant. Happier, and he loved it, and he was willing to do anything to keep it that way- even if it meant sneaking you clothes at the beginning the day and taking them back before your dad picked you up, or lying to the Avengers to ensure they didn’t pass any information on to Steve.

The day passed by like any normal day, at the end of lunch time you did get the dress back out temporarily, smearing some ketchup on the skirt before putting it back in the bag and your locker, and dropping a text to your dad that you’d had to change and that your dear boyfriend and leant you an old hoodie and pants, sprinkling in a comment on how sweet Peter was for going out of his way to get you cleaned up and new clothes in such short notice, even though you knew he probably wouldn’t read it for a while or even at all and would ask you what happened to your dress. 

After the last bell rang and you and Peter were gathering your things from your locker, you discussed future plans. “How about this weekend if your dad has nothing planned with you, we could go to the mall? We could pick some clothes up for you but keep them at mine or in your locker?” Peter asked. 

“Why, running out of hoodies? I can give some back.” You teased him with a grin.

“No, I don’t mind, I’ll just steal them back next time I come and visit you- I was just thinking, since they’re all my style, I thought it would be nice for you to have some pieces you could actually claim as yours. You could excuse it to your dad as backup clothes since he must think you’re super clumsy at school, but…” He explained.

“That sounds… nice. I’ll ask my dad if I can go out with you on the weekend.” You told him with a soft smile, closing your locker door, and sighed. “I wish I didn’t have to sneak around like this for clothes of all things. The fact that I’m sneaking in and out clothes that make me feel good about myself and not my literal boyfriend just feels… wrong.” 

“I know.” Peter frowned. “Has your dad made any… comments? Good or bad?” He asked. You shook your head. 

“No clue what he thinks, honestly not sure if he even knows what being trans even means.” You told him as you both started walking down the hallways towards the main exit. 

“Would you like me to… look into it?” Peter offered. You stopped walking, looking at him with apprehension. “Like… we recently had the official lesson on gender identities, I can bring it up with Tony, ask if your dad and Thor has had that talk and how they feel about it. If he asks questions on why, I can maybe pull together a fake project about ‘old world views’ on that kind of thing and if the ‘not from his time’ argument actually holds up with Steve and Thor and that you didn’t want to bring it up with him in case he got defensive or something.” He excused. 

“Are you sure? You know if you do this we will actually have to make that fake project, which could include interviewing my own dad about his views on his own son that he doesn’t know is his son?” 

“I’ll interview him- conflict of interest. You put together a rough draft of a plan for this project in case Tony talks to your dad so you can show him the rough draft to make it seem real. Maybe we can turn it into actually educating him, introducing it to him so one day you can actually be yourself to him.” He suggested. You hesitated, but eventually nodded. 

“I still don’t plan to come out till I’m 18, just in case.” 

“I understand. I love you, and I love seeing you love yourself, but I know you also love your dad and how much he means to you and that you don’t want to damage that relationship. If I can somehow make sure that doesn’t happen, I want to do that… if this fake project gets too close to home, please just say, we can make up an excuse about changing the subject or the project being cancelled or changed.” 

“Thank you Peter, I really appreciate it, and everything you’ve been doing to help me through this I can’t thank you enough and it’s one of the many reasons that I love you.” You told him, grabbing the collar of his jacket, pulling him close and kissing him, before you heard a honk from a car, knowing that it was your dad’s car. You sighed, pulling away from him. “If I’m able to come over on the weekend, can you ask your Aunt May if she can make that lasagna?” You asked, making your boyfriend laugh. You asked that last week, and the week prior. Aunt May was more than happy to make it. 

“Sure thing.” He told you, stealing a quick peck, hearing another honk from your dad before you turned and rushed to get in your dad’s car, waving at him as your dad drove off. 

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Little mouse in an ocean

Stucky x little reader

Word count: 1,803 words oops lol

Warnings: intense sensory overload that leads to a more internalized meltdown, loki shows up, sippy, caregiver names like daddy, and dada, little names like baby boy, and munch short ofr munchkin, fidget items, sound canceling headphones, chest binding, comfort items.

Edited to the best of my ability

Age regression is a coping mechanism, if your not knowledgeable and uncomfortable of the topic either read up on it or ignore please <3

Reader is a trans man, no weight, ethnicity or hair type mentioned, reader is at least slightly able bodied in this

Dont like it dont read it especially when theres warnings

You’d been anticipating the event for a while so it didn't sneak up on you or anything but the Impending stress of having to mask for several hours and converse with people like it was on your everyday agenda, this was nothing of how you liked it, well beyond the several month warning, it gave you time to prepare both mentally and physically, gathering items you would need incase of a worst case scenario in a messenger bag, ranging from two different means of music, noise canceling headphones around the front part of the strap, Bluetooth earbuds fully charged and inside of the most front pouch accompanied by an infinity cube graced with rubber edges to not click like a normal cube, not wanting to bring attention to your discomfort in any situation.

Your favorite book, a couple small sweet and salty snacks depending on the situational needs, alongside a comfort snack , your smaller communication cards, a few more fidgets and essential items.

Bucky and Steve helped pack this bag for you, it being perfectly assembled for anything you could possibly need.

With that Bucky took you out to find a nice casual suit with fabrics that don’t irritate you.

All the small things arranged, it had your mind settled enough not to stress through the remaining time.

That is until you got there, when walking into the event hall you tug on the bottom of the jacket to your suit, adjusting it, "do you even pass?", whether or not you’re shorter, curvier, if your voice is deep enough , or if your handshake was firm enough, what ever your though in comparison may have been the idea of not passing was terrifying, Steve walking on your left puts his right hand on your shoulder leaning in, "you look handsome, i promise you’re absolutely perfect" his whispers calmed the choppy waters in your mind from becoming rapids.

You worked with some of these people, you knew a good portion of faces, knew even more names, your social analyzing has you determining who is good to talk to and who isn’t purely based on how they carry themselves, the people they talk to and how people look when they walk away, all factors you use to keep you most comfortable.

The best places to be in situations are either outside separate from people or around the food table where most often people are too occupied with collecting snacks and other food items, keeping your talking to a minimum and keeping your social battery higher for longer.

You figured you’d head over that way if it felt dire but for now you stuck with Bucky and Steve.

Trailing through the large people filled room, your boyfriends on each side of you to keep unwanted physical touch to a minimum.

Director fury approaches you three, shaking each persons hands, you know fury pretty well, the conversation going quick and simple, just as easy as the night had gone so far until people started ushering Steve one way and Bucky the other, leaving you disoriented, not entirely sure who you should go with, the confused lapse in time has you loosing them in the crowd, that’s okay, you’re big right now, you can fend for yourself, maybe find Nat or Thor, maybe Thor forced Loki to come along with.

That would be nice, a silent companion to keep you company while sitting in a dark corner avoiding most interactions, actually corners probably have the most amount of echo, at least perspective wise that is, you'd be able to hear everyone and than being next to a corn means you’re closer to the sound reflection hearing it twice, that’s something that would absolutely irritate you, possibly even give you a splitting headache.

Being in this room no one by your side, having to navigate your way through a crowd of now unfamiliar faces, peoples conversations bouncing off of one another, high heels going in all directions, clicking like shark teeth in infested feeding water, social vampires, maybe not everyone but gods did it feel like everyone.

People feasting off of communication, jingling keys like lures, or maybe bells, like the service indication bell in your local comfort food restaurant, so many indications, so many people, all sounds equally intrusive you just want to shut it out but you cant until you’re in a place where no one will question why you have headphones on at a party.

A constantly shifting maze of people, hands patting your back as people pass through the crowd, a few people stopping you for conversations that you try to keep to a minimum saying you’re looking for Bucky or Steve.

Standing in such a room alone, you would be able to feel the air currents change but this room packed with more people than an official tony stark party, it felt like the air itself had stiffened and is on the brink of collapsing in your lungs, it felt suffocating to the point holding your breath would be a better means of keeping yourself together than breathing at all.

With everything swirling, people constantly touching you, talking to you, your mind slips fast, in moments like this you put on chapstick and pretend its superglue so not to make a cosmic fool of yourself if you could even manage to get words out.

You finally make it out of the crowd only to realize most of the drinks are probably spiked, you refrain from drinking anything you don’t know, you make a b line to the patio door stepping out into the cool fresh air, the bite of cold in your lungs amongst a deep breath being the edge of the blade, it was soothing, so soothing that everything from inside broke loose, a quiet choked sob broke from your chest, if you were big right now you would know what to do but you feel so small, so very small, like a mouse in the ocean next to a baleen whale.

Your hands trembling as though electricity was pulsing through your veins, rapidly looking around, dazed vision making everything quite unclear, bumping into someone you begin to stumble back, just your luck, both big and small you know that waterfall of black locks anywhere, and he knew you.

Loki, one person who understood the entirety of the situation, carefully he leads you aside, "you’re okay, its going to be okay, we'll find Bucky and Steve" mumbling it out quietly, the first vast difference between him and the room, his voice like Bucky and Steve’s voices was safe.

He takes the headphones off the front strap of your messenger bag, helping you put them on over your ears, feeling the world go silent, sound has pressure so the lack of sound felt less like a kick drum in your ears and more like a deep breath in winter air.

Taking the communication cards out of your bag he finds two cards, showing each one, you look at him with big eyes, tears still threatening to spill you show him the mouse card.

Small.

He nods, handing you one of the small fidgets, closing your bag and taking your hand, into his cold delicate one.

He signals for you to take a few deep breaths with him and than you’re once again back into the warped room, warm of people, sharp of knowing all the sounds, he leads you through the very best route but even still people are bumping into your, patting your back when passing and trying to stop you in your tracks.

You can see Steve’s golden hair practically glowing, you let go of Loki’s hand trying to rush past people to your boyfriend but another sturdy intruding body gets in the way, bumping you causing you to drop your fidget, looking to the ground to find it.

A small mouse in the ocean amongst a group of narwhals in the eye of a thunderstorm.

Electricity raging in your hands, in your arms, in your chest and in a split second your dominant hand slams down hard onto your thigh three times just above your knee, grabbing your fidget, doing your best to hold back the electricity, you watch as Steve turns around.

Its as if he’s in slow motion, you cant get to him fast enough, you’re being held against his chest, holding tightly to his shirt fabric creasing in your grasp, he’s talking to Loki getting the most of what he can on what happened.

He has you turn around so you can walk but your eyes are closed he’s directing you through, making sure nothing touches you.

You feel the cool air touch your tear streaked cheeks cooling the tear trails.

Sitting in the car you wait for Bucky, eating one of your snacks and drinking a water based drink Steve had poured into a spare sippy he kept in the car.

"I’m so sorry munch, i turned away and you were gone, we didn't mean to put you through that, I’m so proud of you for finding Loki and letting him help", you nuzzle further into his side, touch may be unsafe but theirs was magic.

Bucky hops in the front seat turning to look at you and Stevie cuddled together in the back, reaching out for Bucky he takes your hand and holds it to his lips, he can tell just how small you are from how easy you are to maneuver. "Hi baby boy, daddy is here, lets go home now, is that okay?" You didn't respond, you were too busy feeling the metal plates of his hand.

The drive home was quick, tucked into dada Steve’s side, feeling the thrum of his heart in his chest between each breath, now inside in comfortable clothes and out of your binder one of Steve’s hoodies on you with the sleeves rolled up so your hands could peek out, laying safely between both of your caregivers, the havoc of the day having tired you out.

Bucky gets a notification saying that the food he ordered was delivered, he leaves only to return with dinner and your stuffy he picked up from the living room on his way back.

Little jerks and jolts here and there from remnant electricity occasionally causing you to hold your breath only for one of your daddies to find a new way to remind you to breathe, this time dada Stevie tapped the tip of your nose causing you to quietly coo, breathing.

Words aren’t an expectation, neither are sounds, they just want you to feel better and if that means holding you safely tucked between them than so be it, they would do anything and everything to keep their boy safe.

Because they’re with you til the end of the line.

This is twice as long as i meant for it to be but you absolutely deserve a longer fic, thank you so much for your patience and thank you for requesting <33 @valetim09

I had to fix the layout because for some odd reason it got all mixed up

[cassieb1617]

Cam is ready in 1…2…3, go!💌

Pairing: Avengers x camgirl!reader, Natasha Romanoff x reader, Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader, Sam Wilson x reader, Carol Danvers x reader

smut

Summary: The newest addition to the Avengers had a small secret - when home, she was streaming at night. She was more skilled in hacking and IT so she was excluded from field missions while she helped them. But the Avengers had a secret too; they watched her.

Warnings: Smut (18+), degradation kink, praise kink, teasing from the reader, reader is a camgirl obviously, use of sex toys, masturbation (female and male), mentions of creampie, hint of daddy kink and miss kink, filming while in the act, squirting, kind of sex work, pussy slapping, dirty talk; kind of bisexual reader; language/swearing; usual level of violence in the MCU; the reader has hair but that‘s it from the description; pet names (honey, sweetie, sweet girl, doll, bunny, lovely, darling); degrading names (stupid whore & slut but it‘s meant lovingly); let me know if there is more

A/N: I got a bit carried away, sorry not sorry!

Working two jobs at once would sound difficult to some people. Especially when they thought it was being a cashier and a babysitter or something in that direction at the same time but you would say that it almost seemed to calm you down a bit. But that was probably because one of your jobs was at home and the other job was to sit in a chair surrounded by computers and hacking your way through the world while you flirt with your teammates.

You didn‘t know if it was the thrill of people finding out about your job or being filmed, maybe it was the comments or the payment of your watchers that got you off but nonetheless, you liked being a camgirl. After having a properly setup of camera, mic and a few toys, your followers seemed to rise a mile everyday.

Filming yourself for the first time was awkward and purely amateur porn-y. At that time, you just had a little bullet vibrator and filmed with your phone camera but your watchers liked it nonetheless and donated very gratefully. They enjoyed the innocent aura that surrounded you, which was ironic considering you filmed how you got yourself off. Over the time you lost some of your first followers the more dirty and experienced you got but some of the people that watched you were downright filthy. They liked the thought that they were the ones corrupting you and turning you from an innocent little college girl into a downright expensive slut. @widowknowsbest84 was one of your top viewers, holding a proud spot on your little whiteboard with the bright pink heart next to her name. She was one of the viewers that were very openly when it came to corrupting you, commenting the dirtiest and sometimes darkest things that would make the crudest people blush. She also sent you some of your favourite toys and donated a high sum of money every stream. You also had a lot of private shows with her in which she cruelly tortured you with as man orgasms as you could handle.

Another one of your highest viewer was @grantsr11. He was more on the sweet sight of your followers, always praising you and calling you his good girl. He wasn‘t one to donate a lot but at least $50 were in every stream. He also booked a private session every week.

You‘ve been streaming for a little over two years now and gained a lot of loyal followers over the time, 64,092 to be exact and every single one distinguishes them from another. Your audience truly was a variety of many different people. From women and men to people who identified themselves differently. Submissives, switches and dominants were in your streams too, demanding the filthiest things from you or thanking the gods for your streams in the comments. The age is also something you were surprised to see when you looked into the statistics of your account. Some of your viewers counted as seniors while others were just of age or even middle-aged people, you had them all.

Now, that was your first job but it was your second job that got you into a more awkward situation, at least for your coworkers.

It started off when you graduated college. You started working with a firm in the department of IT knowledge. Your task there was to safe intel and information for your company via hacking or in short; hack the hacker that tries to hack the company. And you were good at what you‘re doing, that and your school history is what brought Nick Fury to you in the first place. You were what some would call a genius, you had a high IQ and skipped two years in middle school. Your teachers thought you would become the next big astrophysicist but no, you rather wanted to do something with computers and with your hacking history, you caught the attention of SHIELD.

In the time span of two months, you got transferred from your old job to your new one as an Avenger, but one behind the scenes. While, yes, Tony Stark had his AI Friday, you were sometimes a bit quicker which he would be forever angry about. You knew what you had to look out for and you were always quick to inform the team over comms if there were agents on their way to them. You were responsible for the safety of the team while they were on field missions and it was quicker when they had to save some documents from the other agenda. Instead of needing hard-drives now, they just turned on the device and you hacked into it and saved everything you could get your hands on. You also talked to them while on missions, occasionally flirting with a few of them.

But back to why the jobs combined made the situation a bit more uncomfortable. Considering your skills in hacking, you also managed the Avengers‘ safety. Simple things such as making sure they weren‘t hacked and putting up firewalls to assure nothing would happen. But as you did your job, you also had to check their intel and, wow look at that, what a surprise that one of your top tippers was none other than Natasha Romanoff or your probably sweetest dom per private shows, Captain Steve Rogers. You even saw some other team members following you but you wanted to wait until you see when they start commenting things.

When you got introduced to Steve, one of the team‘s leaders and one of your favourite viewers, he flushed a deep red, coughing awkwardly and he couldn‘t look you into your eyes. Maybe that was because after your stream the day before, you expressed your fears over your new job. You had a private session with him where you took a thick plastic cock and squirted directly into the camera while he came in thick spurts of white cum.

In fact, almost all of your followers turned coworkers seemed to have a similar upon seeing you. They had seen your streams and some of them stayed for you pillow talks after the real show as well. They‘d listened to you rambling and worrying about what your coworkers would think of you and if you‘re going to do a good job there. Upon seeing you, Natasha raised her brow with a small smirk, you never saw her face in private sessions but you‘ve seen her body and the bottom part of her hair and compared to the Black Widow, it looked to be the same person.

Full respect to her though, she had a very nice body.

Fast forward a few months into the job and it couldn‘t be better. The Job developed a whole new routine but you can‘t complain. You woke up at the same time, went to work for nine hours that included training with Natasha, Steve, Sam and Bucky and after that, you were in your office and working on the Avengers‘ safety. After work, you went home and in every three afternoons, you streamed just like you planned to do now.

The camera was already set up and your followers already got a notification.

Bunny 🐰 is going live any moment now!

The numbers of people that already joined the live rose from moment to moment and you took off the oversized shirt you wore. Underneath the shirt, you wore a deep red laced bodysuit. The neckline was deep and your nipples could be seen through the bra cups. A pink vibrator and a dildo sat by your side just out of screen. The colour of the dildo matched your bodysuit and you could already see the comments because of that from your followers. Your hair was go framing your face.

The loading screen of ‘Bunny 🐰‘s stream is loading…‘ turned into a countdown of 3… 2… and there you were, gracefully sitting on your knees in your bed.

„Hi guys!“ you giggled lightly and the chat started to flood with various comments, some already demanding you to start and some sweetly greeting you. „Look at my new set, isn‘t it so pretty?“ You stood on your knees and turned a bit to show off the lacey sides of the little thing you wear. Some comments were smalltalk as well like @widowknowsbest84‘s comment. Ever since finding out that her favourite camgirl is her new teammate, she decided to tease you a bit.

@widowknowsbest84: How is my favourite bunny doing, lovely? How is your job doing?

„I‘m great, miss, how are you? And my job‘s going great, I‘m working with some really sweet people.“ you giggled slightly, something you do a lot while streaming but your viewers loved it, plus it added to your innocent/corrupted act. But Steve knew better, he heard you flirting through the comms on missions, especially with him and Natasha.

You continued a few minutes with small talk, reading comments about your viewers last days and how they‘re doing. In that time, you often got donations from those who are on these platforms in need of company instead of getting off. „I got a bit of an surprise for you guys.“ you turned to the side where your vibe and the red fake cock sat, shaking your body a bit when you knew that your ass is in perfect view. You grinned and bit your lip a bit when you showed them the new red toy you got yourself as a treat after a hard mission. „Look! It has such a nice size and girth but I‘m scared it will be too thick for me, y‘know I can‘t take this much.“ you had a slight pout on your face as you said that and your followers bought the whole act like Tony Stark buys cars.

@grantsr11: Look how excited she is, new set matching her new toy, aren‘t you such a good girl, honey?

@soldier41: come on, doll, push that pretty set aside and show us how you take your new toy.

„Is that what you want me to do, Soldier? Want me to get dumb already?“ your cute pout can never be replaced with anything else. The curve of your lips is just too sweet not to get hard and wet at. „Thank you, Grant! I love being your good girl, makes streaming much more fun.“ You continued teasing the viewers a bit until you started obeying the comments of pleas to finally stop teasing.

Laying down on the mountains of pillows, you spread you legs while getting comfortable, a noticeable dark spot on the bottom part of your body. „I‘m so excited to test that toy out, read good things about that online and I was so excited when my package finally arrived.“ you pushed the crotch part of the bodysuit to the side and rubbed the tip of the dildo on your slit while talking. The comments seemed to appreciate your teasing.

@daddyfucksgood6969: Come on honey, get that thing all nice and wet for us, show us how it makes you feel

@sugarysweetmom: Oh honey, look at you already so wet and we‘re just getting started

@sugarysweetmom was another good tipper of you. From chatting, which she obviously paid for, you knew that she was a single mom of two who had later in her marriage realised that she was into women. Sometimes your watchers confided in you and while they knew you couldn‘t really help them, they just liked to have s person they could talk to, even better that the person is pretty.

When you read @daddyfucksgood6969‘s comment, you pulled the red toy away from you and held it to the camera, your arousal glistening in the lights in front of you and giving your viewers the perfect sight of it. Everytime you used toys, you always showed them how wet it made you by holding the toy in the camera before you properly used it. Your tips always increased a lot in that time and currently with about 35.000 viewers in your stream, your tips were at-

looking at the tips you took a double look at the high number. $389.70 was it by now and you only streamed about half an hour now. This stream could top every other stream you ever did and you once did a stream for two and a half hours where you got tipped about $1200.

God, you were so happy that your face wasn‘t in public. In fact, the world only knew of „the rose“ as an Avenger but they could never place a face to that name.

You laid back down on the bed and sighed out when you lubed the toy more with your own arousal. It was a funny thing, no matter how thick the toy was, you never use lube. Steve- sorry, @grantsr11 had noticed that before and spoke to you about it on a private call before you two.

The man on the other line of your call sighed out while watching you use his favourite toy. It wasn‘t very long (just) about 6 inches but it was thick, very thick. The toy was wet with your arousal but that was it and Grant, that‘s what he told you to call him, noticed. „Why do you never use lube, honey?“ his hand was around his cock, slowly rubbing up and down.

„Don‘t like lube very much, like the pain more when the toy stretches me out.“ your voice was airy and you were already a bit dumb on the session. He find you the best that way if he was being honest with himself. All dumb, pretty and submissive. That bratty side of yours that sometimes showed in your streams. „Like the feel of a cock stretching me out so much.“ 'Grant' groaned out lowly when you said that, stroking himself faster. He watched with hooded eyes as you pushed the toy into your wet pussy, your gasp of slight pain and pleasure being the only sound that‘s heard. Your eyes rolled to the back of your hand as you pushed the toy deeper, moaning pornographically when you reached the hilt of it. „Fuck, doll, you‘re killin‘ me here.“ the hand around his cock tightened before he came all over his chest while watching you take that thick blue cock. He continued watching you as you came all over the thick toy.

Snapping back to reality from the memory of your private session with him, you noticed the comments.

@callmehoneysweetheart: You okay there, darling? Looking a little lost and spacey

@widowknowsbest84: Are you all spacey again, lovely? You getting dumb from a little grinding already?

@bestoneoutthere: You back here or still all airy?

You giggled shyly, „sorry guys, been thinking of the time I took a really thick toy, it was so nice.“ You didn‘t even notice that you were grinding against the length of your red toy before you sighed out. „I‘m back again, I‘m sorry.“ You cheeks heated a bit like they did every time you spaced out. It happened quiet a lot of times in your streams, you‘d get all lost in a little memory and by now, your regulars were used to it, even enjoyed it. The way you turned so stupid and noisy, like a little bitch in heat. That was their words actually and it stuck with you ever since.

@grantsr11: No need to apologize, honey. You‘re doing a great job, so pretty when you get all dumb.

@soldier41: All good, doll. Now be a good girl and show us the way you‘d take a real cock.

@notmadeofstonebutstillrockhard: Yeah, don‘t wanna get punished now do you?

You fuzzy little brain couldn‘t grasp that they didn‘t mean everything they wrote in the comments but little airheaded you didn‘t want a punishment, especially in that little headspace you are in again. „No, daddy! Don‘t punish me, please. I‘m gonna take it now, promise you.“ It‘s almost embarrassing how wet you are, slick coating the toy and your inner thighs, making the toy even easier to slip in. You gasped dumbly when you lined the tip of the fake dick up with your pussy, slowly sinking it in before pulling it out again to change positions. You switched from laying on your back to kneeling on your bed again, the sheets where you once sat being a few shades darker. Lining the toy up again, you slowly made your way downwards, sinking inch after inch down until all they could see was the red base of the toy.

You moaned loudly when you sinked down all the way, the fake cock kissing all your nice places. Beginning to lift your hips again, just until only the tip is inside you, you sinked down on the toy again, the sound you were making something between a painful sob and a pleasurable moan. You look straight into the camera while repeating the action, the comment section going wild at you.

@daddyfucksgood6969: Isn‘t she just the prettiest when she‘s fucking herself dumb? Such a stupid whore

@widowknowsbest84: Oh honey, aren’t you just such a sight for sore eyes?

@soldier41: Come on, doll, you can do more, can‘t you?

@callmehoneysweetheart: I‘m so glad I found your streams, you‘re truly worth every penny, sweetie

The comments flooded in like a tsunami, so fast you couldn‘t read all of them but you nodded dumbly at them anyway, agreeing with whatever they were saying about you. Slowly leaning forward while still riding the red fake cock, you grapped your pink vibrator and looked at the camera while licking it. The chat going wild at your actions and many screen recorded your stream to post it on Twitter. You rubbed the smaller toy against your pussy to wet it a bit and turned it to the slowest setting while holding it against your clit, a sharp gasp escaping your body at the feeling. „Oh my god!“

You started grinding desperately against the toys, switching between different sections of the vibrator that had you going crazy and bouncing up and down on your newest addition of ”pleasure helpers“ as you liked to call them. Your actions grew more frantic and the ones who watched you already a bit longer knew that this was when you were close. The sounds of tips clinging in your ears as you bounced faster and set the vibrations as high as possible, holding it tightly against your clit while grinding into it. A few uh, uh, uh‘s escaping your lips before you drew in a sharp breath and closed your eyes. Your juices squirting onto the toy under you as you kneeled above the toy, hips in the air and leaning on one arm behind you to give your followers the best view possible. The pink vibe was already on top of your now wet sheets, still moving a bit around as your other hand quickly slapped your pussy, more juices gushing out of you as you came down from your high.

@soldier41: Oh, fuck. That was so hot!

@grantsr11: Oh, sweet girl, you‘re treating us with this. Such a good girl!

@widowknowsbest84: Aren‘t you just the prettiest little thing? Coming so beautiful, wanna taste you so bad, lovely

@notmadeofstonebutstillrockhard: You‘re the very best there is, Bunny!

@daddyfucksgood6969: wish she would do that on my face

@callmehoneysweetheart: oh I just know that little pussy tastes better than anything else!

@bestoneoutthere: such a hot fucking thing! You‘re amazing Bunny!

Slowly coming down from your high you turned off the vibrator, cheeks feeling heated as you realised it was still on. The red new toy under you laid now on the bed and you put it to the side, your freshly put sheets are already ruined again. „That was nice.“ you giggled cutely after you found your voice again, ducking your head a bit at the dirty comments that praised and degraded you at the same time. „I think I‘ll pass out if I come once more so I‘m gonna end the stream soon guys! Don‘t forget to follow me on here and in my bio is a list for more content such as pictures, videos, chatting and private sessions, videocall or not. It was nice having you all again!“

You looked at the statistics of your streams after your ritual goodbye to the ones who only stayed for the steamy part of your stream and your eyes widened at the numbers that it showed you.

Top tipper: @widowknowsbest84

Top 3 viewers: @soldier41, @grantsr11, @widowknowsbest84

Your tips/donations: $1829.00

Number of viewers: 270.678

„Oh, and thank you to the top tipper, widowknowsbest84, I appreciate it very much thank you, and thank you everybody else who donated. Hello to every newcomer!“ You were bashful at the numbers, never once where they that high! And to think that you didn‘t even do the streaming for money anymore but rather for fun is incredible. Thank God, no one knows you‘re an Avenger.

@soldier41: Bunny, don‘t forget to change your board, don‘t wanna have to spank your ass red after that show.

„Oh, right! I‘m sorry, Daddy, please don‘t spank me!“ You kneeled and turned on your bed to the small white board on the wall that you out up for your streams. It‘s not that big, just barely portable but it was a nice feature. You had special coloured markers for it; pink and red ones and blue and purple and they were all so pretty! You remembered the adorable reaction from your sweet followers when you first showed them the board. Now it‘s routine that at the end of your streams, while you‘re doing your pillow talk and self-aftercare, you update and check the board.

Bunny’s top tipper: @soldier41 @widowknowsbest84

Bunny’s top viewers: @callmehoneysweetheart @soldier41 @grantsr11 @widowknowsbest84

BUNNY LOVES ALL OF HER VIEWERS!!

🐰❤️

This was all written on your board, small bunnies, hearts and stars around the edges to give it more of an innocent flair. Well, that is if you can still say innocent after that show you just out on.

„Sorry callmehoneysweetheart and soldier41, you‘re not the first place anymore but I still love you lots and lots!“ You had a tired but soft smile on your face as you sit back down on your knees, exhaustion creeping up more and more as you talked to your slowly decreasing audience before you call it a night and end the stream, saving it and uploading it to your channel for the ones who missed it.

Sometimes you wondered if Steve, Natasha, Sam, Carol and Bucky even knew they were all watching you, sometimes even at the same time.

[romanestuffsposts]

Hi!, how are u?, hope you're feeling really good today love 💕. I don't know if is here were the request are requested jaja, so hope this works. I've been reading in Tumblr since this year and seeing this kind of content daddy and little reader, I love it so much. I've been reading your stories and am in love I swear!.

I was wondering if you can write some daddy stucky x little male or female reader. Bucky and Steve haven been working a lot the last weeks, forgetting about their little, and I mean no games, ni naps and making the dinner together, nothing of that. The little starts thinking that they don't love her/him anymore, tries to talk to them, but they are so stressed that ended up screaming and hurting the reader by accident. That's enough for the little, he packs his things and leave. A few hours later, Stucky feel bad for screaming just for find out that she/he is not there anymore. But no worry, they find their little.

With a lot of angust and at the end lots of fluff

🌻💕

Hi there love!

Thank you so much! It means so much for me to read that!

I wrote something like that not too long ago, here. It's not the exact exact same request but it's very similar, I hope you can find what you wanted in there <3

Thank you for the request tho!

[anchoeritic]

「 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭. 」

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: stepdad!sam x fem!reader x stepdad’sbestfriend!bucky

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ only // minors dni // nsfw content, dark!fic, cnc kink (dubcon/non-con), step-cest, angry/possessive sam eek(he has reasoning shhh), daddy kink, spit kink, overstimulation, ddlg dynamics, slight bondage, oral (male receiving), deepthroating, choking kink, face slapping, manipulation, degradation kink, anal & vaginal fingering, ass play, dacryphilia(crying kink), hair pulling kink, the pet name ‘peach’, voyeurism kink, them basically fighting over you, squirting. if you are upset/easily triggered by any of these warnings, go ahead and click off.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: "your body is mine to use, mine to control," pressing a soft kiss to your wet cheek "mine to share."

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is a repost of one of my older dark fanfics, but do feel free to send in new ideas for future fics! reblogs and feedback are always appreciated, thank you. <3

a breathy chuckle left from his lips as his gaze moved back to your trembling body. your legs were still shaking from the previous orgasm, wrists all scratched up from the many harsh attempts at trying to escape from him.

the light in your eyes no longer showing, replaced with the shade of lust; dark red. your pupils were wider than usual, it was like you were under some spell. his spell.

"little girl, you knew the consequences," placing a finger under your chin "yet you still tried to fuckin' play with me." he ended the sentence off angrily, jerking your face the other way.

you broke his rules again. it wasn't entirely your fault. you couldn't help but feel something whenever your stepfather's friend came by.

he was tall, had broad shoulders, patchy face with the littlest bit of fuzz around his rosy lips. the most intimidating eyes; if he looked long enough, you swore it would pierce through you.

his presence was enough to send chills down your spine. every time his truck drove up to your driveway, your thighs would rub together, the place between your legs starting to ache out of desperation. neediness.

it was wrong to feel something towards your stepfather's best friend. your daddy's pal from work. to imagine his face between your thighs, to wonder how your fingers would feel tangled up in his hair.

to feel your pussy throb whenever he called you 'sweetheart', imagining him balls deep inside your cunt, thrusting into you at an intimate pace.

to hear his praises, to listen to him call you his good girl after you creamed all over his cock.

to taste him.

if it was so wrong, then why did it feel so good?

"you can never keep your legs shut, can you?" he growled, laying a light smack against your cheek. "thought you were daddy's girl," cupping your jaw roughly, bringing your face right in front of his "seems like you're not daddy's at all after all, huh?"

"just a little slut who can't follow rules." you whimpered, starting to tear up at the increase in volume in his voice.

you had him angry. you got him furious this time.

"i-i'm sorry, daddy!" you babbled out. "didn't mean to, didn't mean to!"

he laughed, tilting his head back a little as an evil grin spread across his lips. it wasn't usual that you were a brat, especially towards your daddy. and he knew that, he knew his little girl. but today, you were in for a ride.

the grip on your jaw tightened. "didn't mean to? is that your excuse?" his foot tapped your pussy slowly, making your legs open up. a quiet cry fell from your throat as the tip of his leather shoe went on to assault your overstimulated clit.

"you think you can trick me, little girl?" he tested you, chuckling at the thought of you trying to lie to him.

you shook your head quickly in response, the tears in your eyes threatening to spill out at any given moment. "never-- never, daddy!"

sam smiled darkly, pulling your face impossibly closer, his warm breath fanning over your face.

"listen here, girl--" you whined, trying to get out of his grip. "stop fucking moving!" he spat. the hand around your jaw was no longer there, but slid down to your throat, choking you aggressively.

"you fucking listen to me right now, i'm not going along with your stupid attitude anymore." sam mumbled through his clenched teeth. "i make the rules here, i rule over you," practically spitting on you now "you are my puppet. you are for my use. you go under my rules, girl."

his foot tapped your bare cunt again, causing your body to jolt up out of sensitivity. "understand?"

you nodded your head, obeying him. "just daddy's silly little puppet." you repeated, blinking.

your glassy eyes broke into shards, the hot tears falling down the palettes of your cheeks. his puppet. he hummed in response, confirming.

"your body is mine to use, mine to control," pressing a soft kiss to your wet cheek "mine to share."

share? you thought, confused. not once had he brought up the conversation of another person in your relationship. the thought of someone else fucking your his pussy always got him worked up and angry. so what was he talking about?

who was he talking about?

the door swung open, a tall figure coming into your view. broad shoulders, tall, leather gloves, strong jaw structure.

"hello again, peach" the voice called out, walking closer towards you two. "don't tell me you already forgot about me."

it was your stepfather's best friend; bucky barnes.

bucky laughed in amusement, the sight of you all teary-eyed making him pity you. "had you crying for more a few days ago, peach"

"i'm sure you remember."

sam cackled, removing his hand from your throat, letting you fall forward. “oh, i’m sure she does” licking his lips “don’t you, peach?” he mocked, shaking his head at you.

“i-i—“ you stuttered, looking up at bucky with widened eyes.

“shall we take a trip down memory lane, sweetness?” bucky offered, swiping his thumb over your cupid’s bow gently. you hummed, biting the insides of your cheeks. “hm, good.”

his thumb fell down to the slit of your lips, the tip of the finger sliding between the pair. he leaned down beside you, lips beside your ear. “show him how you scream for me, peach”

“i know you want me. you crave me. show him how much you need me.”

a bright smile spread across your lips as you heard his words fall from within. you sure did want him, and you definitely craved him. but how much were you willing to risk for your stepdad’s work pal?

the zipper on his pants flew down in an instant, bucky being too impatient to wait for your confirmation. he wanted to be inside you already. whether it was down your throat or sunk in your tight cunt; he was just as desperate as you were for him.

your touch was different. you were on the gentler side, soft side really. you weren’t like the other older girls he usually slept around with. you were warm, you had something within you that made him want more. was it the risk? the thrill?

both? one may never know.

pumping himself in front of you, he moaned at the sight of you on your knees for him. it was a scene he couldn’t take off his mind. it was forever engraved inside his little box of thoughts. dirty thoughts.

bucky was fucking his best friend’s stepdaughter. how much more dirty can this be? your hands were tied up behind your back, you had tears streaming down your face, he walked in on you getting put in place by sam, how much dirtier can this be?

“open up, darlin’,” he instructed, tapping his tip against the heart of your lips. “promise it’ll fit, don’t you worry, peach.”

“mmm..” you opened your mouth, letting his cock fill your throat entirely.

bucky groaned, throwing his head back. “see, you’re doing so good” rocking his hips to meet your bobs “just like how i remember; so damn perfect.”

your pussy throbbed at the praise, he knew what his words did to you, what the pet name did. your panties dampened, the wetness between your legs increasing.

he placed his hands on the top of your head, pushing you down. your eyes stinging with tears as you took him deeper down your throat, the bulge of his cock starting to show. saliva dripped from the sides of your mouth, spilling everywhere on the floor.

“peach, you really are my cockslut, aren’t you? you love taking my cock down your throat, don’t you?”

sam scoffed from behind, looking away from the two of you. jealous? yes. but who’s fault was that? he was willing to share you and your body, he’s the only one to blame. guess "mine to share." wasn’t an honest statement after all, huh?

“fuck, i’m about to cum.” you began to bob your head faster, trying to quicken up his climax, only for him to pull his hips away from you.

the fingers that were tangled in your hair pulled you backwards unexpectedly, causing you to start coughing from the sudden wind of air shooting throughout your air ways.

“as much as i’d love to cum in your mouth,” cupping your cheeks “i’d rather cum in that pretty pussy of yours, peach.”

bucky smirked, leaning down to kiss you sloppily. “gotta get you ready for me first, okay, peach?”

you giggled, kissing him back. “mhm..”

he laid you on your back softly, spreading your legs open with his palms. sam walked closer to you, crouching down beside your sprawled out body.

sam started “isn’t it odd that you call her peach yet love to play with her pussy, barnes” slapping the inside of your thigh.

“shut it, sam.” he grumbled, swatting his hand away from you.

sam raised his eyebrow, placing his hand back on your thigh. “remember who’s she is, buck.”

he ignored him, running his metal hand down your sex. his fingers gathered all the wetness around your cunt, using it as easier access to your holes. bucky’s finger circled around your clit in figure 8’s, smiling evilly as he felt your body spasm.

your chest heaved up and down heavily, flashes of red coming into your view. “b-bucky, fuck, bucky…” you cried, hoisting your hips up.

he dipping his cold fingers into you, sinking them deep between your velvet walls. he pumped his fingers into you at a pleasurable pace, keeping the rhythm slow and deep.

“cry for me, peach. fuckin’ sob for me.” he whispered, curling his fingers inside of you, making your orgasm impossible to avoid.

he was really stretching you out this time. preparing you, as he calls it. making sure you’re tight enough, ready enough for him.

“‘m gonna cum, i-i’m gonna cum!” you chanted, rolling your eyes back.

“cum for me. cum all over my fingers.”

your orgasm goes by quicker than expected, the curl of his fingers tipping you over the edge. a wave of pleasure ran over you, sending violent chills all throughout your body.

a broken cry escaped from your lips, your eyes seeing starry skies. blanks of white and black, tiny sparkles taking over your sight.

he watched in satisfaction as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. your thighs trembled, attempting to close shut on his arm. fuck, you were a work of art.

the face of an innocent angel, body of the dirtiest sinner, you were practically made to take him. to take both of them. your beautiful lips wrapping around his cock perfectly, the pretty sound of your moans were like music to his ears.

the soft jiggle of your breasts when he would thrust his fingers into you, the way your lips parted when you were about to cum.

they were obsessed with you.

sam snickered, running his hand down your thigh, pushing them apart. “nuh-uh - we’re not done, little one.” smirking.

“open up again, baby.”

you obeyed, spreading your trembling legs apart slowly. if it wasn’t for the support of bucky’s hand on your ankle guiding you, your leg would’ve been down on the ground already.

“she has such a tight pussy, doesn’t she?” sam asked bucky, pressing a kiss to your knee.

bucky nodded, discreetly licking his lips. “the tightest.” making your cheeks heat up.

sam’s hand slid down the inside of your thigh, his fingers brushing over your used cunt. “tightest pussy, hm?”

“let’s see how tight that fuckin’ ass is then.”

your eyes widened, “but daddy, i can’t—“ his other hand came at your throat for the second time, rougher than it was before. squeezing the sides of your neck, he had you looking back up at him with glossy eyes.

“you can, and you will.” he growled. “remember who fucking owns this body, little one.”

gulping, you nodded your head once again, convincing him to drop his hand from your neck. “s-sorry, daddy.”

his fingers circled over your second - most forbidden hole yet, using your previous orgasm as lube, and spreading it around.

with a quivering lip, you moved your gaze back onto bucky, looking at him with scared eyes. he grinned softly back at you, placing his hand on your cheek, starting to caress it.

he was trying to comfort you. “shh… you’re going to love it, peach. i promise.” you understood, blinking your eyes. “you promise, buck?” whispering; voice coming out a little exhausted

“i promise, my peach.” his thumb smoothed over the top of your cheek sweetly.

it was now sam’s turn to pull down his zipper.his dress pants fell down to his ankles as he loosened the belt that held it together, pulling the end of the leather out from the metal loop. he folded his belt, holding onto it with one hand.

"peach, peach, peach, huh?" sam mocked again out of jealousy, shaking his head. "keep that shit to yourself, barnes. you're nothing compared to me."

his finger sunk into your tightest hole, stretching you out in the slowest way possible. the feeling was foreign to you, you had never experienced anything like this. getting fucked in the ass was always a dream of yours, but you were never brave enough to ask, let alone, try it at all.

he wiggled the tip of his finger, moving it in and out. "daddy," you gasped, raising your head up high to try to see the way his digit disappeared into your ass. "i-it feels so good..."

sam raised an eyebrow "who's making you feel this good, baby?"

"you, daddy." you breathlessly confessed.

bucky clenched his jaw, kissing his teeth. "don't you get it, barnes? i'm the one she runs back to every night." anger rose in both the men; the pace of sam's fingering starting to quicken up, bucky tightening his fist.

"you know the way to her heart, but you'll never know the way to her limit like i do."

"you got her to break my rules, but you'll never get her to obey you like she does with me. i started with her," your cries getting louder, the pain of the stretch turning into pure pleasure "and i will fuckin' end with her."

"shut the fuck up, sam." bucky snarled back, slipping his hand down to your pussy. the pad of his finger came in contact with the sensitive nub of your clit, brushing over it gently.

your body shook, legs trembling; struggling to stay up any longer. "i can't- too much!"

"or what?" sam challenged bucky, scoffing "she's my little girl."

bucky pinched your clit, "your little girl? you can barely keep your "little girl" under control around me" causing you to squeal "she can't help but always spread her damn legs, wilson."

another orgasm was building up inside you, your stomach bubbling. the pleasure was so hard to try to ignore. bucky playing with your clit, sam fucking you in your ass; it felt too good, you couldn't hold it any longer.

"daddy- bucky!" you called out, trying to shut your legs together, only for them to each push a thigh down with their free hands, pinning your knees beside your head.

"when did i say you can fuckin' talk, little one?" sam shot at you "the adults are talking, peach." bucky quickly backed him up.

"b-but--"

"no but's. stay quiet." sam ordered, bucky smacking your cunt lightly causing your body to jolt.

the more he threw you around, the more they used you, the more you felt. the pain, the pleasure, the thrill, the bliss. you felt it all, it had your insides churning.

you were just a silly little puppet. their toy. they were fighting over you. your body. like you were the last one on the shelf.

letting out a loud wail, another orgasm crashed on you; the most powerful one yet. you were shaking violently, your thighs vibrating. you swore you felt your soul getting ripped right out of you.

"no more, no more!" sam and bucky's attention got back on you, the sight in front of them causing their pants to grow tighter, their cocks stirring in desperation.

you were cumming hard. squirting. you had tears streaming down your cheeks, fluid squirting from your pussy. you were a sight for sore eyes.

"daddy!" you whined once more, arching your back off the floor. "good, too good!"

bucky licked his lips, swatting your clit faster. he knew what he was doing to you. you knew what he was doing to you. he wanted more.

sam's eyes darkened, a smile spreading on his lips in amazement.

"c'mon, peach, i know you got a little more in you."

your eyes stung, "no, no!" only making him go faster. "one more for us, baby." sam spoke.

"i know you can do it, my sweet girl."

a broken sob fell from your lips, the last one of the night(or so you thought). you were cumming hard again, the immense amount of pleasure not being able to stop your body, only encouraging it to go harder.

you were out of breath, numb. you couldn't feel your throat anymore; your screams ruining your vocal cords. your thighs wouldn't stop shaking, it was like the pleasure wouldn't stop. it was like torture in the most pleasing way.

"there ya go, peach. so good for me." bucky praised.

you were all over their clothes, your fluids coating the entirety of bucky and sam's hand. "p-please no more." you hiccuped.

the two men sent each other a side-eye, the evil spark in their eyes causing them both to smirk down at you.

"who said we were done with you?"

"i-i just-" you started, interrupted by sam. "i make the rules here, sweetheart. don't get it twisted."

"my body, my pussy," he leaned down, coming face to face with you.

"my puppet to use."

[darkdarkstucky]

Pretty, S. Rogers and B. Barnes.

Summary; You were anything but expectant after spending a night between the ellusive lawyers, James Buchanan Barnes and Steve Grant Rogers; it was a supposed fling. Something to spice up their marriage. So you weren't exactly prepared with their advances nor the possessiveness that came with their attention.

Pairing; Soft!Dark Stucky x Reader, Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Reader, Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader.

Warnings; Sexual themes, Adult content, Manipulation, Possessiveness, Soft!Dark Stucky, Married Stucky, Gaslighting Stucky, Age Gap (Steve is 40, Bucky is 39, Reader is 19) Please do not interact if it makes you uncomfortable!

A/N; This is my first time writing something of this nature; but this is more self indulgent than anything, because who wouldn't want to be a hole for daddy stucky's schlongs. This is a fun little something to repeat; if the man does not exist, so does my morals.

CHAPTER 1

The first time you laid eyes upon the infamous pair of lawyers, you couldn't fight off the awe and astonishment at their perfectly sculpted faces and chiseled bodies; they were the picture perfect male specimen, coupled with their confident visage and such charming upturn of their lips and straight posture telling of their self assurance. And while they winked at you simultaneously as they caught you staring- you still weren't certain it was you they had graced the wink with, but nevertheless, it made your cheeks flush in embarassment.

You chastised yourself, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were not only business associates in their ridiculously elite law firm, they were also very much married which entails they were thoroughly committed to one another. In the business sense, and in the literal sense of the word aswell.

Which is why you were quite... speechless to say the least when they approached you and introduced themselves. Steve extended his hand for a formal handshake, your soft palm touching upon his much rougher one, and he couldn't help but brush his fingers upon your delicate knuckles before he presses a lingering kiss on the back of your hand. His blue eyes held you in that position, as if encapturing you in a trance which was enough to make you squirm.

Bucky chuckles as his hand finds its way to the small of your bare waist emerging from the sideline. "Forgive him, doll, he forgot to take his medicine." You shuddered at the proximity of his lips to your ear; their presence made you uneasy, if only slightly, because you were unsure why they were paying attention to you.

"What did you say, punk?" Steve jerks his gaze away from your stunning face, jokingly narrowing his eyes at Bucky's smug grin.

"I said you forgot your rabies injections, and you're drooling on her pretty fingers," the brunette says sarcastically, taking your other hand and kissing your fingers as well. You laugh at their impasse.

"I don't believe I've ever had the honor," You almost whisper, fluttering your eyelashes as you cast a provocative glance at the men. You were naturally flirtatious, if not a people-pleaser, knowing when to smile and politely take compliments to keep the banter going, and given the nature of your current employment, it wasn't far from the addendums in contracts you were asked to sign.

Growing up attractive meant you get the pretty priviledge often. You'd flirted out of pretty expensive tickets, drinks and the likes, easily having every man you meet wrapped around your dainty fingers. Neither Steve nor Bucky were exceptions; yet you weren't aware.

“Bucky Barnes.” He introduces himself with darkened blue eyes, you missed the bob of his adams apple as his eyes rack your scantily clad body. You were worth salavating for, the tightest of ass, the smallest of waist and hips- his jaw flexes as an image of himself driving deep into you and gripping your love handles. He would fill your pretty pussy with cum, your toned stomach with even more of his essence until your belly was bulging from what he had given you.

“Steve Rogers.” The blond replies with a smile, not making the effort to conceal his wandering gaze; in appreciation and parts possessiveness, both men making a quick work of scanning the room and throwing dirty looks that could make grown men shiver and look away in fear, just with the offense of staring at you.

The moment you had descended the stairs, after Stark's dramatic monologue; “.. While all of my friends, hammer industries, in particular, have their own philosophical pursuits, a tedious tax break, yada yada, I've pooled some of my resources into an establishment that is both... pleasing to the eyes, and satiating to the loins. Hefner had his bunnies, allow me to present you to my kittens." he says, his grin widening as a seductive music reverberates throughout the mansion.

And there you were, among the army of attractive women walking down the stairs, their gazes drawn to you and only you; breath taken from their lungs by your bearing and beauty, innocent doe eyes and exquisite features but pretty fuckable body that they had felt the immediate stiffening of their cocks. It stood in attention as you flash your prettiest smile that they almost ached with raw and primal need to bend you over and fuck you senseless.

Probably infront of the large audience too, to ward off the hungry gazes directed to you. A feeling of possessiveness surging in their chest, and they looked at eachother wordlessly. In understading. In want. You were the missing piece in their life; all you, perfect and theirs. You wouldn't need to prance around in only a nightwear in such a setting, and it took all they had to be able to hold conversations with other business associates before running to you.

Despite the fanfare, watching you from the corner of their eyes as you were pulled into conversations after conversations, Steve and Bucky barely containing their temper once they overhear the other man's lewd proposal- almost storming the distance until you shut off his proposition with a smart reply that had him excusing himself.

They felt a surge of pride; but not really. They wanted to be the one to protect you, wanted to depend on them, wanted you to run to their arms with even the slightest bit of inconvenience. It was not fair that their little girl has already been roughed around the edges by the cruelty of human nature, but no longer. You were going to be kept and safe under their unwavering love and care.

As the night drones on, you didn't even realize the gravity your smiles and slightly flirty remarks had done to the men. You had assumed they were only being polite, their touches merely platonic. Their interest at you were quite overwhelming but you credited it to their naturally inquisitive nature; out of propriety, politeness. A way to get to know the helpless kitten. One of Stark's playthings to be able to keep their clientelle away from a potential lawsuit.

Yet the drinks were poured, one of their jackets on your shoulders as you were pulled into the back of their limo. Heartpounding, nails digging in their formal shirts, Bucky's chest to your back, Steve feasting on your lips as if he were a starved man and you were the oasis.

Lips swollen from their attacks, the coat discarded elsewhere when things got more intense; pushed to the bed, wrapped and tossed from muscular arms to another, you cried out profanities as both men took sweet turns thrusting their fingers to the knuckles and lapping at you until you were mewling and trembling, tongues sucking at your juices with an even more darkened gaze than usual.

You didn't know what it meant for their relationship, or whatever you were doing- letting men twice your age, in a committed relationship lap at you like you were their dessert. There was a twisted burn of heat once more as they kissed infront of you, your essence coating their lips and beards.

“Fuck princess, you're so sweet.” Steve pants, licking his lips.

“So good and sweet doll.” Bucky murmurs in a praise, both men looking at you hungrily as you braced yourself when Bucky mounts you.

You didn't tell them, you had no reason to because you were so deep into that cloudy haze of desire, you would have allowed them to wreck you and you would walk out the door with a grin, and a thanks.

“Ready, doll?” Bucky pants, basically hearing his heartbeat thrum in his ears. You were such a sight, sprawled in the bed your hair on their sheets, looking more than appetizing that his mouth was dry. His cock was slapping his navel, so hard it was pulsating. He lines up the head of his cock, coating the head with the heat from your folds, before thrusting himself to the hilt. Then freezing- your pained jolt, and the way you crawled at his arm clearly in pain.

Steve and Bucky coos at you softly, wiping the tears from your watery eyes and whispering sweet nothings.

“You're okay, princess.” Steve whispers in your ear, kissing you heatedly to shush the whimpers escaping your lips. “You're being such a good girl.” He hums, hands crawling to soothe at your nub making your hips buck.

Bucky hisses, the sensation of your warmth wrapping around him like a vice grip almost made his orgasm materialize, but he couldn't have done that to you. So instead, he kisses your skin gentle and assuring at first until your sobs subside from their ministrations. They made your body rock and tremble with shattering sensations that the pain was forgotten and the only words you can mumble were lewd encouragements.

Soft whimpers, heated kisses- your legs wrapped so deliciously around their waist when they each drove into your slick and warm heat with frantic and passionate thrusts. Their seed coats your walls, dripping from your tight hole to your legs and overflowing, you felt the fingers dip from your inner thighs gathering essence before carefully shoving it back.

“So fucking full, princess.” Steve pants, pupils blown with barely contained possessivenes as he looks over your spent and tired body, chest heaving up and down from tiredness, skin flushed with heat and abso-fucking-lutely fucked with cum leaking out of all possible holes and stomach.

You were a sight to behold, “So pretty dollface.” Bucky pants to your ear, a smile present on his plump lips as he looks at your body on the bed.

Bucky and Steve shared an all knowing look, a conversation of understanding without needing too much words to be said.

You didn't know you had been marked to be theirs. A possession to be perpetually owned. Because there was no way they were going to let you out of their sights, because as they both flank your sides, your pretty face nuzzling to their warmth, body seeking their protection, they wrap their arms around you securely it wasn't just their bodies that were satiated, there was a warmth flowing through their chests and consuming their rationality above all.

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[bi-disaster-yn]

she calls me daddy

Pairings: Kate Bishop x fem!queer!Reader; suggestions of other male avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader may be flirting with the guys all night but she always goes home to Kate in the end. Based on she calls me daddy by KiNG MALA.

Contains: Choking, spanking, oral sex (R receiving), pet names (R calling Kate “daddy”), suggestions of sex with men with the warnings already mentioned. 18+, Minors DNI

A/N: Reader can be read as being any sexuality that involves being attracted to more than one gender <3

She's a little bit psycho

But she follows

When I call in the middle of the night

Kate grimaced as she watched the boys circle round you, listening intently like obedient little puppies with wagging tails as you told a story about taking out five agents at once. They were completely captivated by you and it wasn’t just because of your knack for story telling.

These were some of Earth’s mightiest heroes; the strongest men on the planet but they all just about swooned whenever you would be generous enough to give them your time.

Bucky had his hand on the small of your back, his head dipped to be closer to your face and take in every word you said. Thor had leaned his elbow off the bar on the other side of you, making sure that he was flexing and you could see those bulging muscles. Sam was more calm and collected, standing in front of you casually with his hand in his pocket and the other holding a beer. However, he wasn’t discreet in how he’d looked you up and down every now and then, being enchanted by your figure. Shang Chi also stood next to Sam across from you and bellowed heartily at all of your jokes. His cheeks hurt from smiling so wide at everything you were saying.

It was hilarious really, all of this effort was being expended on you but at the end of the night, you’d be going home to Kate’s house to be used in any way she saw fit.

She’s got you wrapped around her finger

You try to linger

But she's already on her way to mine

“Doesn’t it bother you that she gets all of that attention?” Yelena asked, grabbing Kate’s focus away from you. She was one of the very select few people who knew of yours and Kate’s “arrangement”. The blonde sipped her drink thoughtfully and watched Kate adamantly protest.

“Absolutely not, no. No way. She’s her own person, she can do what she likes.” Kate insisted. She took a large gulp of the questionable spirit that Yelena had handed her and tried to hide the obvious burn in her throat to look cool in front of the assassin.

“If you say so, Kate Bishop,” Yelena shrugged. “Although I have heard the way you make her moan so I wouldn’t be too worried if I were you.”

Kate blinked several times in disbelief at her slightly unusual and unlikely friend. “What do you mean you’ve heard her moan?”

“I slept on your couch last Friday night.”

“But I didn’t invite you to my house on Friday night!”

Yelena groaned as if Kate was the one that was being unreasonable. “Kate, you should know by now that I can come and go without you even noticing. Besides, you’re focusing on the wrong part. I know that you are probably a better fuck than all of those men put together.”

Kate nodded, thinking about it a little with her eyebrow raised. Yelena was right, many times had you exclaimed at Kate that she was the best you’d ever had as she’d brought you to your climax several times in one session. The archer turned back to look at you again. Annoyingly, the guys had moved in even closer to you in a passive aggressive stand off to win your affection. Nevertheless, it was Kate that received the whimsical and suggestive eyes from across the room and she knew that it was her that would be making you moan again that night.

She plays with the boys

But she comes home to me

Cause she might be your girl

But she’s calling me daddy

The longer the night went on, the more primal showboating was exhibited by the men. They’d all shoved each other in a needy and pathetic attempt to show you how to play pool. It was Sam that prevailed and he’d pressed himself up against your back, whispering in your ear what to do and basically bending you over the table to “show you the best technique”.

Thor nonchalantly told you about his great battle stories from across the realms, being sure to drop in that many a time the odds were against him but he had emerged victorious. He contended that whilst a vibranium arm, ten “magic” rings and the shield were cool, they weren’t quite Mjolnir or Stormbreaker.

Bucky and Shang Chi had cornered you to settle a debate on what would make the best first date. Bucky was insistent that it was dinner and dancing; men these days just didn’t know how to treat a woman. Shang Chi had advocated for drinks and karaoke; it’s casual and fun, no one has to take themselves too seriously. When they had prodded you for an answer you just smiled sweetly and told them that both sounded like perfect ideas for a first date. This just spurred them on even more in hopes of achieving a date with you.

Kate started to feel more and more insecure watching all of these events unfold. It was like watching you being stalked as prey by a bunch of wolves. Suddenly, the idea occurred to her that maybe none of them were relenting because you hadn’t given them a reason to.

It was a tough pill to swallow; the idea that you had already given yourself over to them the way you did for Kate. Perhaps, you had actually slept with any number of them before and not told her. It’s not like the two of you discussed your other sexual partners while she was making you see stars. Still, watching you giggle and flirt with the guys whilst never displaying any signs of discouragement was all the evidence she needed.

Kate was starting to feel apprehensive that she was disposable to you. Whilst you might have been sleeping with other avengers and other people outside of the team for that matter; Kate had only ever wanted you.

She's mine

She wears a collar with my name

Secretive but not ashamed

Kate had had enough of watching the guys stumble over each other in desperate attempts to get close to you. Her breathing got heavy and her actions became aggressive. The final straw was watching Bucky put his arms around you from behind and swaying with you to the cheesy song playing.

Kate stormed over, puffing her chest out, with her hands in her pockets, exuding as much masculine energy as possible to join this competition.

“Come with me to the bathroom.” She ordered assertively giving you a look which told you that you should comply.

“Okay.” You replied, giving Bucky’s had a light tap. “Can you let me go, Buck? I’ll be right back, promise.” He quickly let you go with a pout on his face, devastated that you were going but eager for the return you’d promised.

“Why do girls always need to go to the bathroom together?” Sam interjected with a laugh. It amused you as you knew this wasn’t going to be a cute little catch up whilst topping up lipglosses together.

“I would tell you why, Sam, but then I’d have to kill you.” You flirted as Kate took your hand to pull you away. She groaned internally and rolled her eyes as you gave the boys a cute little wave and followed her into the bathroom.

Kate wasted no time in shoving you up against the wall, pinning your hands above your head and kissing you roughly. You moaned a little into her mouth, having been taken by surprise and you felt a familiar heat grow between your legs.

“You. Are. Driving. Me. Crazy.” She growled against your mouth before kissing you again, almost as though she was trying to consume you.

You smirked into the kiss, shuffling a little against her as you got more and more turned on. Kate was firm and still, holding your wrists in place against the wall. She moved to kiss along your jaw and finally down to your neck. The smell of cologne was lingering on you. It could have been from any of them, given that they’d all taken turns in trying to press themselves against you. It burned in Kate’s nostrils and motivated her even further to claim you.

Infatuated with an incredible need to mark her territory, Kate had become no better than the guys.

She harshly bit down on your neck and sucked in your most sensitive spot which inspired an excited yelp from you.

“Fucking hell, Kate.” You breathed out, moaning as she kept going. She dropped your wrists and her hands roamed the rest of your body, kneading your tits, dragging her nails down your abdomen over your dress and landing with a smack on your ass, cupping your cheeks.

You had wrapped your arms around her shoulders, enjoying every second of having her hands all over you. In truth, you enjoyed flirting with the guys. Partly because they were all undeniably handsome but mostly because you know it would get Kate all worked up like this.

Once she’d left a suitably obvious hickey on your neck she left a kiss on it and admired her work. She reached her hand up and grabbed on to your throat tightly and you relished in the squeeze.

“Who do you belong to?” Kate asked, giving you a stern and authoritarian look.

“You.” You moaned, enjoying this a little too much already.

“You, what?”

“You, daddy.”

Kate smirked and bit her lip at you becoming a mess already for her. “That’s right, babygirl. That’s fucking right.”

She turned you round so your chest was pressed against the wall. Your ass received a couple of harsh spanks before Kate pulled the hem of your dress up to rest on your hips. Her next move was to get on her knees behind you, biting at the sore flesh of your ass and you could have screamed. Fingertips digging into the wall and legs trembling, you turned your head to look at the door being so painfully aware that anyone could just walk in.

Kate pulled your underwear down and let it fall to your ankles. Putting her hand between your thighs, she parted your legs to get at her favourite part of your body. Slowly, she opened her mouth and dragged her tongue along your aching clit. A gasp was emitted from your lips and you arched your back to stick your bum out, exposing more of your pussy to Kate’s tongue.

Kate chuckled at your eagerness and submission. Her hands gripped your hips to keep you in place as she started to suck on your clit. She would take long gulps and hollowed out her cheeks to the drag the pleasure out for as long as possible. You were a writhing, moaning mess. Your forehead was pressed against the wall in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself. Your hands awkwardly flailed from resting against the wall to putting them over Kate’s on your hips. Usually, you would tug at her hair but with her being on her knees behind you, it was too difficult.

She hummed contentedly against you and it sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body. The mewls and cries you let out were so high pitched, you were both a little in shock that your voice could even go that high. Kate would alternate her method between sucking your clit to get it all nice and sensitive and then would lap it up with her tongue. The noises you were making told her all she needed to know about what a good job she was doing.

She noted your legs beginning to shake and knew you were close. Feeling yourself get very sensitive you tried to move away from her. Kate responded with gripping your hips tighter and digging her nails in. This sent you flying over the edge.

“Oh my god, thank you, daddy! I’m cumming, fuck!” You screamed as you let go, Kate sucking for longer in order to drag your orgasm out for as long as possible.

You leaned against the wall for support, your hands pressed on it to steady yourself. You focused on your haphazard breathing and attempted to regulate it. Kate gently pulled your underwear back up and stood up to pull your dress back down. She kissed your shoulder repeatedly and rubbed your back as you came to.

“You wanna go home?” She asked softly.

“Yeah.” You replied, knowing it wouldn’t be long before both of you were up for round two.

You should see their face when they finally realize

That she plays with the boys

But she comes home to me

It was pretty obvious when you and Kate emerged from the bathroom what you had been up to. Her hand was on the small of your back and she occasionally gave you some shoulder kisses. Likewise, you adorned a large love bite on your neck whilst your face and chest were red and flushed.

Kate wished she could have taken a picture of the guys’ faces. Each one of them had their jaw dropped in complete shock, having realised just how naive and clueless they had been all night. It made you giggle but it made Kate smug.

You took your bag back from Shang Chi who was holding it for you, giving the four men a sweet smile. “Tonight was fun, I’ll see you guys later. Bye.”

They wordlessly all raised their hands to wave you off. All of them were bitter and disappointed they had not caught on that it was Kate they had needed to compete with.

You turned to Kate who had tasked herself with sorting the Uber. Her hand returned to your back as she guided you out of the bar. She may not have had good odds in a fight against any of the four men, but she had won this and honestly, this was more satisfying.

Head's a mess

She's responsible

Change her mind

It's impossible

You rested your head on Kate’s shoulder in the car, relaxing into her. Kate moved and put her arm around you to which you gave a contented sigh.

Kate looked down at the sweet sight of you in her arms and began to wonder if this was enough for her. She couldn’t handle watching men flirting with you in a bar right in front of her face so she shuddered to think about what you did behind her back.

Her brain flooded with intense intrusive thoughts. Bucky’s vibranium arm round your neck, squeezing it just the way you liked. Sam bending you over that pool table, riding your dress up and pulling your underwear down just as Kate had done in the bathroom. Shang Chi spanking you as you let out excited moans, begging him for more. Thor eating you out as though you were his last meal and making your voice hoarse with your screams.

Kate groaned, the thoughts making her feel nauseous. She was aware that you had maybe done any of those things before. The real kick in the teeth though, is that you weren’t Kate’s girlfriend and were perfectly free to still do those things.

You had never suggested wanting anything serious, seemingly content with the arrangement you and Kate had whilst freely flirting with the guys on nights out. It occurred to the archer that she might control you in the bedroom but in real life it was you that held the reigns. You had everyone right where you wanted them.

Watch the girl get what she likes