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Mz. Bitch's Masterlist

Started: 2/24/24 Last updated: 9/15/24

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Bucky Barnes *One shots Sex Pollen My Alpha Got Nothing On You Part 2 Movie Night Please Come Back *Series Breaking the Class Ceiling **Finished Bucky Barnes is a middle class clerk. He needs to marry well to take care of himself and his father. Y/N Y/L/N is the heir to a millionaire fortune, who is blunt, no-nonsense, flirtatious, and looking for a partner. Everyone is vying for her hand. Can Bucky ever win? Pretty Pointy Smile **Finished Bucky was born different, and has been judged for it ever since. His father has had enough and sells him to the circus. The acceptance and love of his newfound family, and the beautifully fierce ringmaster, help him realize he’s not the monster everyone else made him out to be. Sugar Mama **Finished Bucky is overworked and struggling to get by. The bills are piling up and he’s consistently in the red with no end in sight. Y/N is a billionaire’s daughter, entrepreneur and philanthropist having a hard time finding true friends or love. She has a proposition for him. Marriage of Convenience **Finished Y/N’s father is gone, and he leaves it all to her. But in 1880s Oregon, she can’t own land without a husband. Under the threat of it all being taken away by a land hungry Sheriff, what’s a girl to do with no prospects? Maybe one of the cowboys on the farm can help… The Temptation **Finished Father Barnes is devout, steadfast, and undeterred by flirtatious congregants. So why does this fallen angel tempt him so? You cannot serve two masters. Will he choose God, or his heart? Norsemen & Anglo-Saxons **Finished Princess Y/N has a secret that her parents are ashamed of. A conquering Viking chief recognizes the gift she has. Will they be able to bring peace between warring people, and maybe find love along the way? Stranded **Finished Tossed overboard and lost at sea, Bucky washes up on an uninhabited island. Injured, lost and scared, with little to no wilderness training, he fights to survive. But is he really alone? The Fuck Up **Finished Bucky fucked up. A few times. Will his best friend ever be able to forgive him?

Naughty Nanny **Finished Bucky had a lovechild from a one night stand. He barely even remembered it, and was surprised to find a baby on his doorstep 9 months later. But one look at that little girl and he knew she was his and that he’d die for her. The only problem was, he knew nothing about babies, and being an Avenger meant he couldn’t just drop everything and be a dad full time. Then he found the perfect nanny…or so he thought. Run, pretty girl, run **Finished Even with the safeguards put in place after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., the remaining Avengers find themselves on the run after the American government falls into disarray. The code word is sent, and they’re officially fugitives. Bucky makes a run for the safe house set up for emergencies like this where the Avengers are told to meet up, but on the way saves the pregnant agent turned payroll specialist that he was partnered with. Will they make it before she goes into labor? Or at all?

Pretty P.A. **Finished Y/N has been the personal assistant to the most influential and famous fashion model agency director in the industry for the past 13 years. They’ve decided to retire, and are leaving the agency in the hands of their protege and former model, Bucky Barnes. He seems plenty qualified, and Y/N is excited for a chance to work with him. Change always takes time, but the new insanely hot boss is distrustful and hesitant towards her. The Gorgon **Finished The village nearest the mountain by the sea has a generations-old tradition of offering sacrifices to the monster in the mountain to gain favor and keep its wrath away from the people. Every person starting from the age of 15 has to take a turn in making the journey up the mountain to the mouth of the cave once a year to drop off the gifts…and it’s a journey that some never come back from. Y/N took her turn when she was 15, and now the rotation has come back to her again. If the gift isn’t given by the autumn solstice, there’s no telling what harm the creature will wreak onto the people. With a seemingly insurmountable obstacle in her way, will she make it to save her and her people? Can a monster have a heart? Dreamboat **Finished Y/N, her brother Steve, and his best friend Bucky all moved out West for a new start after Y/N was almost caught up and hurt in a rival gang fight. Steve wasn’t in shape to fight in the war, but Bucky was drafted. While out West, Y/N finds herself in trouble again from the local bar owner. Steve is suddenly drafted for an experimental division of the army, but leaving Y/N alone isn’t an option. Bucky comes home needing help, and Steve comes up with a crazy compromise. Sweet Pumpkin **WIP Summary: Bucky is struggling with the dating world and knows that if he ever hopes to have a serious relationship, that he needs to get through his touch deprivation issues. It’s not that he doesn’t want to touch people, or them to touch him, but after decades of pain he doesn’t know how to accept physical intimacy from others, or how to give it himself. He hires Y/N, an intimacy coach and professional cuddler, who comes highly recommended. Will his heart be able to distinguish between a service given versus real love?

Peter Parker *One shots Emotional *Short Series Tasty **Finished Peter just wanted to have one night of fun. Then that night of fun almost killed him. Now it won’t stop haunting him. And he’s loving it.

*Series The Young Duke **Finished Queen Y/N is running out of time. At 35 years old she has to marry and make an heir to the throne, but all suitors so far have been unsatisfactory in one way or another. Duke Peter Parker is the young Duke of Queensland, and his family is on the brink of ruin due to his parents’ failures and famines throughout the years. He needs to find an advantageous marriage to save his family’s estate, so when an invitation from the Crown comes, he jumps at the opportunity. Will it be a match?

Steve Rogers *Series My Queen **Finished Steve Rogers is the newly inherited Duke of Brooklyn, struggling to fix the mistakes of his parents while enduring an overbearing, matchmaking mother. He has no intention of anything romantic in his future, but will a forced love connection with the Queen change his mind?

Stucky *Series Emerald Hallow **Finished Steve Rogers wants to move on. He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century. But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas. He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good. And he's not the only one who smells it...

Actors

Sebastian Stan *Series A Patient Man **Finished Sebastian swore to never fall for another co-star again. Until Y/N drops into his life.

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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Day 30 — Double Penetration

Pairing || Beefy!CatholicPriest!Bucky x Inexperienced!Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 4400

Contents & Warnings || Smut, Dark/Taboo Themes — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, non-con, explicit content/language, pet names, religious themes, blasphemy of religion, sacrilegious acts, biblical references, sexual content involving a catholic priest, strict/religious parents, age-gap (Reader is early 20s, Bucky is early/mid 30s), Father kink, priest kink, size kink, corruption kink, authority kink, inappropriate/forceful touches, begging, double penetration (in two holes), vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration with sex toy, anal play, anal fingering, anal sex, intense orgasm, squirting, no loss of virginity, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Kinktober Masterlist

Every Sunday after mass, you would happily accompany Father James in tidying up the church.

It had become a routine—a secret ritual almost for you and him to clean and organise, which would inevitably lead to him creeping up behind you, disturbing whatever you were doing, so that he could continue his corruption on your body and soul which he had done so for the past few weeks now.

But this time, it was different. This time, as soon as the town had said their blessings and goodbyes to Father James, he was right on you with his wicked plans and corruption—tidying not on his agenda for today.

“Come,” he held out his colossal hand for you to take, but all you did was stare at it in confusion with big soft eyes. His face held no emotions—not the wicked kind nor the sweet kind which he indeed possessed as well at rare times, making it hard for you to read him on what his intentions were.

“Um, a-aren’t we going to clean a-and tidy up, Father?” You mumbled.

He shook his head no while a hint of a smirk twitched on his lips—revealing that his purpose for you may be unholy and ungodly after all.

“Not yet. Now come with me.” He further extended his hand to you, insisting that you take it and let him lead the way.

You hesitated only for a second or two more before you lay your smaller shaking hand in his larger grip—not wanting to disappoint Father James in any way if you didn't do as he willed. His tender hold on contrasted with how he usually handled you—determined and forceful.

You weren't able to revel in the sweet touch for too long before he pulled you with him—through the nave, up the altar, into the sacristy and up the stairs that led to the second level of the holy church, which you had never been to. He stopped in front of a door and let go of your hand before he pulled out a key from his front pocket.

You stood a few steps behind him, fidgeting with your fingers and looking down at your shoes as he unlocked the door. The heavy wooden door creaked as it opened, and you peeked up to see what was held behind. It looked to be a room—his room, his sleeping quarter.

Why had he brought you here?

“Please, come inside,” he smiled warmly at you as he presented his arm into the room, gesturing for you to enter.

You dragged your feet across the creaking floor while still looking down, shy and not daring to look up at him as you entered the room and came to a halt in the middle of it. He closed the door behind himself, and you turned your head slightly to glance at him, still with the same warm smile on his handsome face.

“It's ok. You can look around if you'd like. I'm just going to grab something.”

“O-ok.”

Your eyes scanned around to take in his personal space. It looked pretty generic and boring—not much going on in the small room except for a desk, a wardrobe and a bookshelf. What did catch your eyes almost immediately was the bed in the corner, and you were intrigued to investigate closer. Your legs carried you effortlessly to it, and you stood at the foot of the bed as you examined the space further.

A bible lay on the side table, along with some personal books and his rosary beads. Jesus on the cross hung on the wall; looking down at what you found the most interesting—his bed. The white linen was ruffled, and the pillow still had an indent from his head lying upon it. The faint aroma that exuded was that only of Father James—a musky scent of heaven or perhaps even hell. Your mind started to wander to scenarios other than him sleeping in the bed—reading, praying, touching himself.

You hitched an inhale as you thought about it—him lying naked on the soft sheets, writhing in pleasure as he touched and pumped his thickness—heavy moans and groans bouncing across the walls as he neared his end. You wondered if you and he ever pleasured simultaneously late at night, reaching that heavenly state together.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of creaking wood slowly approaching. A growing sinful manifestation lurked behind you as Father James neared where you stood. Not even looking at him, you could tell that that sweet and warm smile he displayed when you entered his room was long gone, replaced with his signature wicked smirk that meant corruption and authority.

His broad torso ever so lightly grazed your back—a significant contrast to the way his hand grabbed your clothed hip in a harsh grip, making an inaudible gasp slip from you. His lips ghosted your earlobe, and his warm breath made your skin tingle in fear and excitement.

“You still won't let me corrupt your innocence, huh, sweet thing?”

He's been on you for weeks, practically ever since you and he started your sexual adventure together, about your virginity—wanting to take and destroy it, but you still couldn't find the nerve to go through with it, even though your primal urges begged and yearned for it. It was just too deeply ingrained in you that sex before marriage was a great sin and, definitely, a one-way ticket to hell in doing it with a man of God.

“I-I can't, Father, I-I just can't. I'm sorry….” you mumbled in shame—ashamed once again that you couldn't give him the satisfaction of taking your virginity which he so desperately desired.

“It's ok,” he murmured before kissing behind your ear. “There are still lots of ways for me to have your body and holes while still keeping your purity,” he growled against your neck as he skimmed his lips on your sensitive skin, making your whole body shudder. He pulled you flush against his broad torso while his hand that held your hip crept downwards to grope your covered core, making you sob at the cruelty of his grip.

“Will you let me do as I want, sweet thing?”

“I-I–”

He chuckled at your struggle to find words to speak your mind. “I'm going to do whatever I want either way. Whether you want me to or not,” he spoke, and before you knew it, you were tossed down frontal onto the soft mattress by Father James' forceful hand, making you gasp at the unexpected action.

He pressed his heavy weight on you as he pinned you further down—trapping you so there was no chance for you to escape his wicked grasp.

“W-what are you doing, Father?” You sobbed in fear as this was quite a new scenario he'd ever put you in, and there was no telling what he could do to you in this power stance.

He kissed your cheek lovingly, but the words he uttered against your heated skin were nothing but evil and impure. “I may not be able to take your virginity, but my God, sweet little thing, am I going to defile your precious soul in another way. I'm going to fill both your pure and innocent holes up until I have you a pretty and whiny mess for me on my bed. I’ll have you riveted in such extraordinary pleasure that I'll make you see God, trust me.”

You've never heard him utter such filthy words before. Frankly, you didn't even quite know what he meant by some of them, but with the way you felt your panties dampen with arousal and excitement, had you know that your body had a strong desire for this, despite your mind not being entirely on board with the idea.

“B-both h-holes?”

“Yes,” he growled through gritted teeth as he started to hump his covered front against your backside, his hardness rubbing against you, making you softly moan in need. “But don't worry, my sweet little thing, I won't stick my cock in your tiny little innocent cunt. But I will stuff your pussy with this.” He held something that resembled a penis in front of your face. Not as big as Father James, but it definitely wasn't small either.

“W-what is that?” It scared you. The thought of him inserting something so life-like into you had you fear about your virginity and whether it would be broken or not.

“It's a special little toy I bought for you, sweet one. You can even take it home with you after and play with it as much as you want, but I'm the one that's going to fuck you with it first.”

“B-but will I still be a virgin after, Father?”

“Don't worry, my little angel.” He kissed the corner of your mouth tenderly and sweetly while he uttered some reassuring words. “I swear this won't corrupt you in that way.”

You tried to open your mouth to say something more—beg him to stop or encourage him to go on with his vile plan, but all you did was stay silent as you felt paralysed due to his assertive promises on your frail body.

He got up from his position on top of you and raised your hips in the air while he found his place behind. You felt very unsteady in this bent form—face pressed into the mattress and your backside up in the air. It was new and uncomfortable, thighs shaking slightly, but after a couple of seconds, you managed to ground yourself.

He lifted your dress to reveal your panties damp with your arousal, making him chuckle at you being a needy little angel for him. “I knew you'd be wet, sweet thing. Such a dirty little girl you are for wanting a man of God to perform such vile acts on your innocent body.” He hooked his fingers in the hem. Your panties clinging to your sticky folds as he peeled them off and let them fall down to your rested knees.

“Thank the Lord,” he mumbled as he inspected you, his hands caressing your hips very delicately, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin. You closed your eyes in shyness and shame and nibbled on your bottom lip at being so exposed to him in such a lewd state. All the passages in the bible about whoring perfectly embodied you at the moment.

“Where do I even start with you?” You felt his warm breath on your left cheek, followed by a series of sloppy kisses on your skin. “I want to eat all of you, sweet thing.” His words tingled against your holes as he ghosted his lips on them, making your breath hitch in your throat and your walls flutter around nothing. Father James had never had his mouth on you like that, and you wanted him to devour you and show you a whole new sensation that his fingers could never emulate.

He licked a broad stripe through your mess, making you gasp in delight at his delicious tongue on your most sensitive part. “So good and tempting,” he murmured before laying a kiss on your needy nub, “but I think I want to leave that for another time. I just want to get right on and destroy your little angel holes.”

A bottle opened up, and a globby slickness of some sort fell on your puckered entrance before it slowly trickled down and coated your folds as well. It was not saliva but something unfamiliar.

“W-what is that, Father?” “Just something that will make it less painful, sweet angel.” “P-painful?” “Don't worry, sweet one. I'll be ever so gentle with you, I promise. You're in the safe hands of God.”

This felt more like the Devil's.

He circled the pad of his thumb on your puckered hole, making you gasp and jerk your hips forward due to the alien and slightly uncomfortable sensation. “It's ok, sweet thing. Relax for me” His other hand caressed your hip to soothe and comfort you as he continued his stimulation. You took a few deep breaths and tried to loosen the stiff muscles in your body.

Slowly, he pushed through the tight barrier, making you clutch the sheets in your grasp at the knee-buckling and slightly painful sensation. “I-it hurts,” you sobbed into the mattress once the tip of him was inside your heat. It was too much, and you feared how it would be to have his thick length split your flesh in half.

“Shhh, it's ok. It will feel better soon. You're doing such a good job,” he praised as he began a slow, steady rhythm of thrusting the tip of his thumb in your tight warmth. It began to be less painful and more pleasurable the more you got used to the new stimulation, making you sigh in relief.

With his other hand, he ran his fingers through your sticky and messy folds before he circled your aching little pearl, making you mewl at the all-so-familiar sensation that ascended you into pleasure, and with them two combined, it was like reaching a new state of euphoria. “T-that feels so good, Father,” you moaned as your eyes fluttered and your skin shivered in delicious tingles all over.

“It gets better, sweet one,” he uttered as he teased your quivering opening before inserting a finger deep into your drenched walls while simultaneously pushing his thumb further into your heat, reaching knuckle deep, making you cry aloud while your knees trembled. Both your holes clenched around him so tightly, but with the help of Father James' once more reassuring words, you managed to relax and revel in the complete fullness. “That's it, my sweet little angel. Relax and take it all in.”

At the same time, he pulled out his digits from your tight holes, teasing your openings in circles before slowly pushing in again, making you hiss at the burning sensation, eyes rolling back and toes curling as they sheathed themselves entirely in you.

Father James begins pumping his two digits in and out of your tight and warm holes, curling them against your inner walls. The tips of his fingers meet each other with each deep thrust, making your eyes see stars at the earth-shocking sensation it brings. The delicious stimulation had that buzzing passion in the pit of your stomach rapidly build up with each pleasurable push into your insides.

As you were on the brink of a heavenly release of bliss, all stimulation on you ceased to a halt, making you whine in protest at his Godly fingers stopping his Unholy corruption on your innocent holes.

Father James chuckled at the state he's made of you with only his digits—already a pretty little mess for him, as he told you would be. “I've barely started, sweet thing,” he sneered as you heard him take off his pants behind you. You tried to lift your head to see him spring to life, but you were too weak to bring yourself up.

Your tight little flower gushed in need to be stuffed and filled once more, while your throbbing and dilated heat ached just the same to feel fullness again.

“P-please, Father, I-I want you to fill me.” You weren't used to begging in such a dirty manner, and once the words left your mouth, you became so flustered with shyness and awkwardness that you buried your face into the mattress in shame.

“My, my,” he growled deeply like he was possessed by Satan himself. He leaned over you and lifted your face off the mattress by your neck, and turned your head so you could stare directly into his dark eyes with your hooded and weak ones. “Not such a sweet little angel anymore, are you? Such a dirty little demon I've made of you, little girl,” he chuckled before letting go and returning to his assertive and towering stance over your frail and helpless body.

He grabbed both of your cheeks in a forceful grip and spread them, making him growl as both of your throbbing holes opened more up for him. “Such tight little holes begging to be stuffed and abused, sweet little thing.” You hummed your approval at his dirty statement, wanting nothing more at the moment than to have your holes split in half and destroyed.

That same bottle as before opened up, and you heard him smear his length with the same slickness as he had done you. His thick and heavy size rested against your cheek, so close to your aching heat, his pre-cum leaking all over your skin.

He grabbed the toy he presented to you before and gently tapped it against your little pearl, making you lean more into its delicious touch. He ran the length of it against your slick folds before teasing your opening with its bulbous head, preparing to penetrate your gushing flower.

Slowly, inch by inch, he buried the toy into your walls. You've never had anything so significant inserted into you before, only being used to a finger or two. The stretch was burning and uncomfortable, making you emit a cry in pain as your eyes brimmed with tears. “Shhh, it's ok, sweet thing,” he comforted along with a soft touch on your skin with his free hand.

Once the toy was sheathed into you to the hilt, nudging your sweet spot, you exhaled a content sigh, slowly getting accustomed to the delightful fullness. He slowly started thrusting the toy in and out of you—easy and short strokes to begin with, getting your walls familiarised with the stretch before he could fully pump the toy in and out of you in long and deep movements. Your soft purring had Father James twitch against you as more of his slick moisture leaked on your skin.

You had gotten so accustomed to the toy in your velvet walls, driving itself in and out of you in riveting movements, that once his swollen tip gently rubbed around your puckered hole, you gasped in surprise. Father James prodded your entrance, preparing to add more stimulation to your already overwhelmed and sensitive body. So he slowly, and so very delicately and safely, pushed through the tight barrier, making a cry rip your throat and grip the sheets harshly at the invasive and dirty stretch.

His soft lulling, and comforting caress on your smooth hip made you ease down to the best of your abilities and open yourself up for him to take you as he wanted.

“God, so tight, my sweet little thing.” Once his swelling head was nestled in your heat, a thick and heavy lust-filled grunt rumbled in his throat, and it went straight to your tingling nub that begged to be played with and stimulated—jealous of all your holes getting the attention.

It was like he intruded your mind because his hand, which was once on your hip to soothe and comfort, went underneath you to caress and massage your deprived nerve—easing some of the discomforts.

He pushed through a little bit more, about halfway, before slowly pulling back till only his tip rested inside your warmth. Each time he delicately thrusts into you, he gets a little bit further, a little bit deeper.

The toy inside of you kept a steady and delicious pace, all while his girth kept accommodating to your tight heat, and before you knew it, he was finally buried to the hilt inside you, making you feel every single inch of him. “God, sweet thing. Your tight little ass feels so good wrapped around my cock,” he groaned in satisfaction at being buried so deep.

You were left so taken aback and overwhelmed at being so filled and stretched in both your holes that the moans of pleasure and pain you emitted didn't even sound like you—the tone laced with filth and sin.

How you were and sounded at the moment was nothing like the innocent little girl your parents raised you to be. This type of corruption from your unholy priest left a significant dirty stain on your innocence, and you feared you would never again be pure and righteous in the eyes of God due to this major violation of your body and soul, despite still keeping your virtue.

He pulled you out of your wandering thought as he peppered soft and wet kisses on your shivering spine. “Good girl,” he praised, making you hum at his rare loving nature surfacing. The action of his kisses were so tender as opposed to the sinful degradation of your holes.

“Do you want to continue?” It was rare of him even to ask since he usually just did as he pleased, and you would always acclimate to what he was doing. You nodded, incapable of forming your words for him to continue his delicious corruption.

With a feral grunt, he pulled out his length and toy simultaneously before thrusting them both inside, making you yelp and fist the sheets tight to brace yourself for the forceful and intense push. The toy inside of you started to pump with ease—deep and whole, while his thrusts in your heat were slow to begin with as it's the most invasive and hurtful, making tears spill from your eyes and stain the sheets.

But once Father James senses that you were starting to relax and enjoy yourself, he picked up the pace, slipping into you with ease, making the bed squeak with each thrust.

The tantalizing rhythm his hips hold as he smacks into your behind was so incredibly lewd and sinful. His girth sheathing into your heat that wrapped so perfectly around him, had him relish in pleasure as he voiced his praises quite lively. “So tight, my sweet thing. God, you're so good. You love having my cock buried so deep in your little ass, don't you? All while fucking your needy little cunt with the toy?”

You had trouble finding your words as the sensation of having both holes used and abused left you a cross-eyed, drooling and blubbering mess. But after trying a few times, all you managed was to give him a weak “yes”, which had him chuckle at the messy state he's made of you as he leisurely continued his pace with both his girth and toy into your quivering holes.

The tip of the toy nudged and stimulated your swollen sweet spot each time it filled you up, and along with Father James and the toy brushing against each other between the thin wall of your insides, it had you see stars as waves of your moans and whines were muffled into the sheets.

And the way his colossal fingers stimulated your engorged and overwhelmed bundle of nerves tied it perfectly together. All three stimuli brought forward a sensation that could only be described as pure paradise.

You don't know how long this sinful violation went on as you all but ascended into a haven of burning pleasure that Father James acted upon your body.

And without warning, your senses were rocked by an intense and violent orgasm that consumed the entirety of you.

Your vision turned bright white like you'd ascended into heaven as the electrifying buzz coursed through each ending of your nerves. You convulsed and cried on the bed as a gush of wetness exploded out of you, making Father James curse and pull out the toy from your quivering walls and furiously rub your throbbing pearl while still continuing his thrusts into you, which made your gushing walls clench around nothing. At the same time, your tight heat squeezed him harshly.

With a guttural and feral groan, he pulled out of your used hole, making your weak knees collapse and hips hit the bed as you lie limp on the soft surface, still twitching from the earth-shattering aftershocks while your chest lifted erratically to catch your breath.

You heard him pump himself to completion as he uttered nothing but filthy words. “So wide and open for me, baby,” he grunted as his holy seed spilt and coated your pulsating and dilated hole. “God, look at that. Your little ass is so hungry for my seed,” he finished himself off entirely with heavy moans.

You were so weak and dissociated as you were still floating somewhere far above due to that soul and body-wracking orgasm. You’d never experienced anything like that before.

It was only when Father James softly caressed your waist and peppered comforting kisses on your spine that you got pulled back into reality, hissing and whining when he touched your tender skin. His twitching girth rested comfortably against your used and abused heat.

“You did so well, sweet one,” he murmured against your skin, making your already sensitive nerves burn intensely. “I'll clean you up, and then we can rest.” You clutched the sheets and shut your eyes tight as he wiped down your holes since they were so oversensitive and raw from the violation he'd done on you.

Once he was done, he pulled your weak and trembling body further up the bed, laying you on top of his broad and firm chest as he held you close. Softly stroking your back and kissing your forehead. You revelled in the gentle care and love as it was something Father James rarely showed.

“F-Father,” you murmured, barely above a whisper into his skin.

“Yes, sweet one?”

“A-am I dirty now?” Those thoughts you had before about your innocence forever being stained and God not seeing you as pure and righteous anymore clouded your mind, making tears spring from your eyes that you may never recover from this great sin, no matter how much you repented or pleaded for forgiveness and blessings.

“Hey,” he softly stroked your tear-stained cheek while you peered up into his crystal eyes that now held nothing but sincerity and tenderness. “I promise, sweet one, that we did nothing wrong. You’re still a virgin and pure and whole in the eyes of God.”

“A-are you sure, Father.” You knew you should never question the authority and words of a priest, but you had to be sure that your virtue and innocence were still intact.

“Sweet one, you are forgiven, and you are whole and perfect. God loves you and forever will.”

“T-thank you, Father,” you breathed a sigh of relief at the blessings and forgiveness. Now, you could rest comfortably against Father James, knowing that you were still loved and treasured by God.

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Always loved 1 Always loved 2 Always Loved 3 🌦️

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Christmas Love☀️

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Jealousy got the better☀️

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Pendeja ☀️

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Listen to me☀️

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𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓚𝑇𝓞ℬ𝓔ℛ ℳ𝓐𝓢𝑇𝓔ℛℒ𝓘𝓢𝑇 2022

Happy Halloween everybody! you know what that means... It's kinktober time! So, gather around my blog as I post daily updates of a new kink with your favorite characters!

Day 1: Daryl Dixon — Rough Sex

Day 2: Steve Rogers — Captain Kink

Day 3: Dean Winchester — Submission

Day 4: Castiel — Corruption

Day 5: Daryl Dixon — Hair Pulling

Day 6: Spencer Reid — Hand Kink

Day 7: Aaron Hotchner — Uniform Kink

Day 8: Emily Prentiss — Teasing

Day 9: Rick & Daryl — Threesome

Day 10: Spencer Reid — Size Kink

Day 11: Maggie Greene — Brat Taming

Day 12: Daryl Dixon — Shotgunning

Day 13: Michonne Hawthorne — Body Worship

Day 14: Bucky Barnes — Overstimulation

Day 15: Dean Winchester — Blood Play

Day 16: Sam Winchester — Throat Fucking

Day 17: Rick Grimes — Sir Kink

Day 18: Daryl Dixon — Sweat Kink

Day 19: Dean Winchester — Food Play

Day 20: Spencer Reid — Strangers

Day 21: Glenn Rhee — Handjob

Day 22: Bucky Barnes — Choking

Day 23: Dean Winchester — Somnophilia

Day 24: Priest!Sam Winchester — Blasphemy

Day 25: Micheal!Dean Winchester — Knife Kink

Day 26: Spencer Reid — Handcuffs

Day 27: Aaron Hotchner — Spanking

Day 28: Penelope Garcia — Aftercare

Day 29: Demon!Dean Winchester — Biting

Day 30: Natasha Romanoff — Femdom

Day 31: Thor Odinson — Dumbification

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totallynotashieldagent · 24 days

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Bot Master List

All bots are on Character AI. This will be updated as needed.

Fic Master List.

Drabble Master List.

Boy - Boy Kills World - After the movie

Brick Jojo - Adult

Bruce Wayne - Young - New Dad - Dick is included

Bruce Wayne - Older - Tired, disillusioned

Bruce Wayne - Marriage of Convenience but it's still HIS wife

Bruce Wayne - You're the Batcomputer that's slowly falling in love

Clark Kent - (Tom Welling)

Clark Kent - Comic - Husband - Anniversary Celebration with Red Kryptonite

Damian Al Ghul Wayne - Adult and emotionally repressed

Damian Al Ghul Wayne - Marriage of convenience but he's in love

Danny Fenton - Adult

DCAMU Batman - Stuck in a meeting

DCAMU Nightwing - Just one spar?

Eggsy Unwin - Bodyguard

Five Hargreeves - Older - He finds you in every timeline

Five Hargreeves - Post Season 4 (That didn't happen)

Jason Todd - (Tried to make him the way I write him)

Jason Todd - Sleep in cuddles

Jason Todd - Touch her and you die

Johnny Storm - You can slap him and he won't be deterred

Kento Nanami - Lightweight drunk

Logan and Bucky - Yeah... it's THAT

Luca - The Bear - coworkers but dating

Peter Parker - Andrew's Peter (The best Peter)

Priest Jason Todd - Based on Priest by Sierra Simone, tried to make his inner monologue FILTHY right off the bat

Professor Utonium - Single dad on Tinder - Girls are in college

Raleigh Becket - Drift Partner - He sees something he wasn't supposed to

Richard Grayson - Praise hungry

Richard Grayson - Mourning Jason

Roman Godfrey - Arranged marriage

Satoru Gojo - Insecure about scars

Satoru Gojo - My wife will get upset - But I am your wife

Stiles Stilinksi - Ten year reunion

Suguru Geto - Post mission crowded train

Suguru Geto - Helping raise the girls but they have questions

Suguru Geto - Marriage of Convenience

Suguru Geto - Depressed and exhausted

Superboy - Needy and obsessive

Trunks Briefs - Accidental mate-bond

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bucknastysbabe · 2 years

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Thank you hotd fam for making me feel like a million bucks— it’s also so freeing and fun to be confident and open about this to ppl in my personal life. I told my aa sponsor and she was like YES GIRL! What a queen. Next up for HOTD I’m gonna try to get into the obsessive Criston hcs but I am a busy bitch

Anyways this nasty shit has been sitting in my drafts TOO DAMN LONG. I have so many Bucky blurbs if anyone is into those— they’re already written. BUT in honor of going to an all day Catholic event tomorrow I’m going to try to get excommunicated by posting this. Ladies and gents and fancy folx I bring you: ✝️beefy priest bucky✝️

Noble and Chaste

“Lust; disordered desire for or inordinate enjoyment of sexual pleasure.” -Catechism of the Catholic Church

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Rough oral (m!receiving), priest kink, LOTS OF SACRILEGE, teasing, confession booth, manipulation, age difference, dom!bucky, priest!bucky, BEEFCAKE BUCK, reader is of age, degradation, dirty talk, deep throating, f!masturbation, smuttysmutsmut

1977

St. Maria Goretti Boarding School. Also known as where parents send their daughters who are whores or have a temperance issue. Or both, just like you. Your parents sent you up the east coast to this place in upstate New York. It was down the road from an asylum. You felt that was a planned threat.

You placed your new record onto the player. It was the soundtrack to Saturday Night Fever. You loved disco so much. Back in New York you’d gone to some clubs and partied all night long to their songs. Now you were here surrounded by idiots and dusty nuns. At least the priest was funny. You had a year left, this being your senior year. You could pretend to be normal and get back into your parents good graces before fucking off to college and being free again.

For now you smoked out of the window, singing to the along to ‘Night Fever’. Wanda whined from her bed, “No smokingggg, Sister Agatha will whip us again.” You rolled your eyes and snickered, “You want one or not Maximoff?” She groaned and joined you on the windowsill, lighting up.

The girl was accused by her parents of being into ‘witchcraft’. In reality she just liked crystals and horoscopes. She took a drag and spoke on the exhale, “Did you hear about the assistant priest coming to train under Father Dugan?” You whinged, “He better be hot this time. The one two years ago was a square.”

Wanda gasped, “Girl! He’s a man of the cloth.”

The pair of you devolved into giggles, bumping shoulders affectionately. You spent the afternoon gossiping and planning on how one would seduce the young priest.

You ended up wearing your skirt from freshman year. You’d grown since then, leaving little to the imagination. Of course you had your thick white tights on underneath. If your button popped loose on your shirt during the nightly meeting, everyone would be too prudish to say anything until afterward. Wanda dolled you up with the little makeup the pair of you had smuggled.

The nightly meetings were a bore. It was run by Father Dugan. They were a time for the ladies to share about a topic and learn how to deal with it more ‘christ-like’. Sometimes you’d just start laughing uncontrollably to Sister Agatha’s chagrin. You strolled in, last in line of the senior girls. There was about twelve of you, filling the chairs. Sister Agatha watched like a hawk from the back of the small room.

Father Dugan walked in with the new priest. A collective low burble of noises broke out amongst the ladies. You whispered to Wanda, “Fuck— he’s like sex on legs.” Dugan smiled knowingly but you focused in on the new one. He was powerfully built, all wide shoulders and huge arms. The priest had brown hair to his neck and the prettiest lips. His angel face and baby blues didn’t quite match up with being sturdy as a brick shithouse.

He introduced himself softly, “Hello, I’m Father Barnes. I’ll be helping Father Dugan here until I’m assigned to my first parish. I can’t wait to get to know you lovely ladies of the Lord.”

You lowly groaned, “I can’t wait either.”

The pair of holy men sat in two of the chairs in the circle. You eyed Barnes’ chest straining his black garb. God he was gorgeous. Father Dugan started with a prayer and some scripture. He began, “And with that, I’d like to talk about confession and honesty today.” You snorted when the others all suddenly had something to say. They could try but he was yours.

You sat through the boring drivel and bit back a laugh when Elizabeth burst into tears about lying to her parents. Agatha cleared her throat pointedly, staring you down. You caught blue eyes on you, and smiled good-naturedly at Father Barnes. He blushed and redirected his attention to the squalling Elizabeth. Wanda elbowed you.

“Since you seem to be so invested, why don’t you share your thoughts?,” Dugan asked humorously as he pointed at you. You laughed flatly, straightened up and crossed your legs. You dryly rambled, “Well Father. To be human is to sin. We’re born with it. Instead of holding onto the guilt I just confess it. Whether it’s to you or my friend, I have to be honest. Even if I just pray to the Holy Spirit. Keeps me in check.”

Dugan replied, “Well said. Humans are sinful. So we must-“ You blocked off his voice to a dull hum as you ‘accidentally’ popped a button on your shirt, revealing your cleavage. Wanda smirked from next to you. You stretched your arms, highlighting the opening. Father Barnes’ eyes flickered over before dropping to the ground. Then repeating again. Hooked. With an exaggerated gasp you excused yourself from the meeting, citing ‘impropriety’.

You relaxed in your bed, kicking your legs as you laughed. Wanda busted in and pointed at you. She hissed, “You little minx! He watched your ass when you left the meeting!” You rolled onto your side with a smirk. You drawled, “I just gotta get some more info,” you hugged yourself dramatically, “get closer!” Wanda cackled in glee before Sister Maria told you two to hush through the door.

The next day you were in the cavernous library. Considering all your faults you did try to keep your grades up to secure your way out. You wrote down equations, a bored hand supporting your head. You heard a door open behind you, and some footsteps echoing after.

“Dugan warned me about you,” Barnes spoke.

He tried to sound confident but you picked up on the slight crack in his voice. You smirked at your paper before schooling it into a placid expression. You retorted, “Whatever do you mean, Father?” You turned to face the young priest, who perched on a table two rows away. His muscular arms were crossed defensively.

Barnes’ lips pouted as he stared you down. A few beats of silence passed over the room before he spoke again.

“I think you know what I mean,” he deadpanned.

You mimicked the clergyman’s pose, turning around to sit on the table. You spread your legs ever-so-slightly. Barnes’ eyes stayed on your face but his jaw twitched and cheeks flushed. You purred, “Tell me. What did Dugan say about me?” You thought the man was going to explode as he slapped his hand down on the table and spluttered, “Quit with the nonsense!”

Your lips stretched into a catlike grin.

“Tell you what Father, I’ll confess to you what I do so sinfully. Then we can start fresh huh?”

The angered brunette’s heaving chest slowed as he processed your words. Accusing blue orbs bore into you before he clicked his tongue. Barnes replied, “Fine. Lead the way.” You laughed and hopped off the table, swaying down the hallway leading to the chapel and confession booths. You felt his heat close behind, but the man kept quiet.

You entered the booth, kneeling immediately. The priest entered the other side, the curtains closing with a swish. You heard the wood creak as he sat down. He cleared his throat awkwardly. You made a sign of the cross while speaking, “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. My last confession was one month ago."

You saw his silhouette shift behind the screen. You continued, “Since my last confession I’ve sinned greatly. I was inattentive and late to the last mass. I didn’t show respect for my classmates. I’ve been prideful, angry, envious, and a gossip.” The priest hummed quietly as you breathed, “I’ve been especially bad lately. A lustful sort. I know why Dugan said what he did.”

His breath hitched as you falsely expressed sorrow in your next words.

“I haven’t been chaste in word and thought. I’ve had impure thoughts and gratified myself sexually to them. I just can’t help it. It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked.” Your voice petered out in a sigh, “And you look so good.”

He growled suddenly, “Do you think this is a joke?”

You shook your head vehemently. You cried, “I’m so sorry— do you think I’ll be forgiven?”

You yelped as he jerked out of the booth. You thought he was leaving before a big hand ripped you up violently by the arm. Barnes pressed you up against the unforgiving wood of the confessional. His nostrils flared and jaw ticked as he furiously glared at you. The brunette’s hand gripped your arm in a vice.

You held his gaze, panting softly. He hissed, “You probably won’t be forgiven. But neither will I.” His lips sealed against yours roughly, dominating the space. You opened up, letting the man take his rising frustrations out. Your free arm wrapped around his neck, gripping at the base of his skull. You moaned lowly as he nipped your lip, big body pressing into your giving flesh.

The priest let go of your arm to move both hands down to your ass, squeezing forcefully. He groaned raggedly, “Fuckin’ Jezebel— Delilah— Been thinkin’ bout that ass since last night. Whore of Fuckin’ Babylon.” You whined at his words, chasing his plump lips eagerly. Father Barnes sucked on your tongue before massaging it with his own. His thick cock pressed into your waist, throbbing hotly.

You moaned, “Wanna suck you off— please.”

He pushed you down quickly. You cried out when your knees hit the wood floor. He jammed two thick fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Saliva filled your mouth as you sucked the best you could. His eyes rolled back and you saw his cock twitch under his dark slacks. The brunette breathed out, “Do it then, do it since you need it so bad. Slutty little thing.”

Trembling hands undid his belt and popped the button. You slid down the zipper and pulled him out with a shaky noise around his unmoving fingers. Drool fell down your chin, dropping onto the floor between your thighs. Your pussy throbbed and clenched in need. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, sucking on the wet digits with a long groan. Your hands held onto the man’s hips as you slid him in your mouth.

You started with kitten licks around his tip before swiping your tongue against the leaking slit, savoring the salty taste. The priest swore and groaned, thighs flexing. Then you started to suck and hollow your cheeks to take him in. His hips thrusted forward and you gagged. Barnes cursed, “Fuck— you’re gonna take this cock like a good girl now. I’m gonna fuck your throat, mhm.” You nodded around his length, sucking air in through your nose.

Tears slid down your face as he eased the hot flesh down your throat. Eventually your body accepted the intrusion and he started an easy rhythm, hips thrusting shallowly. The man let out a weak noise and gripped at your hair. He quickly sped up, the slick noises of your throat heightening. Father Barnes hissed, “Sh-shit you feel good. Damned succubus.” His strokes stuttered when you whined pathetically on a particularly hard jerk of his hips.

You reached a hand down between your legs, shoving your fingers into your panties to get at your swollen clit. He laughed breathlessly, “Yeah pretty girl— come when I fill your whore mouth.” You circled your fingers harder around the sensitive bud, bucking onto your hand. He was earnestly fucking your throat now, you choking on a whimper every other thrust. The man of the cloth fared no better, running a frantic hand through his long hair and softly begging for forgiveness as he let out a particularly high noise.

Barnes cried out, “G-gonna come, fuck, fuck!” He pulled you flush to his pelvis, your nose hitting his wiry curls. You felt him twitch and swell as the man emptied down your throat. You seized up on your fingers and wailed around his dick as you gushed in your panties. The brunette slid out with a whimper as you gasped for breath. Your swollen lips throbbed as you heaved in. The clergyman rubbed a big hand against your cheek.

He looked down at you, pinkened cheeks and hazy eyes making him look like an angel. Barnes demanded softly, “Act of contrition.” You whined a ‘huh’ as he repeated harder, “Say the act of contrition.”

You made another sign of the cross with a weak hand as you hoarsely prayed, “O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended you and I detest all my sins, because I dread the loss of heaven and the pains of hell. But most of all because I have offended you, my God, who are all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve with the help of your grace, to confess my sins, to do penance and to amend my life. Amen.”

He drawled, “You’re absolved. Come back next week.”

Barnes extended his other hand to help you up. You stumbled like a newborn foal into his broad chest. His stony face eased into a soft smile as he murmured, “Such a good girl. You alright?” You nodded against his chest, worn out from the experience. He kissed your forehead and warned, “No speaking of this. Then maybe I’ll let you come on my tongue next time.”

#bucky barnes x reader #priest!bucky #catholic kink #religious kink #dom bucky barnes #bad girl reader #marvel smut #70’s au #purgatory sentence: maximum #bucky barnes smut

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daliaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa · 1 year

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He told me "kneel". Maybe I misunderstood what he wanted.

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #sebastian stan fanfiction #winter soldier #nick fowler #dark priest #hot priest

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granatkoroleva · 2 years

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Jailhouse Rock

Pairing ↠ Undercover!Priest!Bucky x Undercover!Inmate!Steve

Rating ↠ E

Word Count ↠ 1.9k

Tags ↠ Explicit content, Tags contain spoilers, Prison, Exhibitionism , Confessional Sex, No Overall Religious Themes, Frottage, Come Eating, Covert Operation, Established Relationship, Feels, Non Sexual Intimacy, Humor, Fluff and Crack, Nothing Hurts, Mentioned Accidental Voyeur, Happy Ending

Summary ↠ "I love you too." Bucky swallows down the knot forming in his throat, meaning they must say goodbye soon. He reaches down, smoothing out the numbers on the back of Steve's jumpsuit. "Inmate 25147."

Steve's mouth drops open, and Bucky is quick to the drawl. "You're keeping the outfit, right?"

Square + Prompt ↠

Ⓑ② + “You’re keeping the outfit, right?” | AllCapsBingo @allcapsbingo | Card # AC 1094 | Bingo Masterlist

Ⓘ⑤ + Kink : Exhibitionism | Stucky Bingo @stuckybingo | Card # R40101 | Bingo Masterlist

Bucky Barnes Flash Bingo 2023 @buckybarnesbingo | Card C - Covert

Author's Note ↠ Ao3 | Masterlist

#stucky #steve x bucky #smutconnoisseur #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stevebucky #Jailhouse Rock #stucky fanfiction #Rated E #stucky smut #allcapsbingo2023 #stucky bingo round 4 #stucky alternate universe #Undercover #prison #Priest Bucky Barnes #Inmate Steve Rogers #ao3 #bbbflash2023

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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 5 months

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The Temptation Chapter 6 FINAL

Summary: Father Barnes is devout, steadfast, and undeterred by flirtatious congregants. So why does this fallen angel tempt him so? You cannot serve two masters. Will he choose God, or his heart? Priest!Bucky x curvy!reader Warnings: eventual smut; religion (yes it's a warning); mentions of past sexual assault

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It was a stormy night just a few days later when Bucky left the church building, bags in his hands and plain clothes on. He had a handful of bills in his pocket as he flagged down a taxi. He gave the driver the address and sat back as he watched the rain pelt the windows. How poetic.

When the driver pulled up and dropped him off Bucky looked up at the brownstone. A few lights were still on. He walked up the stoop stairs and huddled under the small awning of the doorway. He rapped his knuckles on the door loudly as he waited, a shiver starting to settle into his body from the cold night air. He heard some footsteps inside and braced himself.

Y/N heard the knock, looking at the clock on her phone and wondering who would be coming at this time of night. She trudged over to the door and looked through the peephole. She did a double take and paused before opening the door.

“Bucky?” she said, staring at him in awe.

“Hey,” he stared back at her.

“What are you…? Well come in, it’s freezing,” she ushered him inside. Bucky walked in, still holding his bags as he dripped on the marble floor. “You’re soaking wet, what are you doing here?”

Bucky shivered as the warmth inside enveloped him and he sighed. “I quit.”

“You…” Y/N stopped as she blinked. “You quit? Quit what?”

“My priesthood. I quit. I left,” Bucky stated as he took her in. She was in a short pajama tank top dress, barely skimming below her butt. She wore a kimono style robe over it and thick thigh high socks. Her pink hair was down rather than tied up like she normally had it. “I…had nowhere else to go.”

Y/N let out a breath and gave him a small smile as she took in his drenched state. “Okay, well, let’s get you cleaned up.” She reached out and took one of his bags and turned towards the stairs. Bucky followed her up a flight of stairs to some bedrooms. Some of them were still under construction from the renovations she had talked about, so she led him to an open one. She turned the lights on and put the bag at the end of the bed. “You can stay here. The dresser is in the closet over there,” she pointed to a door off to the side, “and the bathroom is there,” she pointed to another door. “You can shower while I take these and get them washed,” gestured to his wet clothes. “Are these drenched, too, or are some of them dry enough for you to wear?” She bent down and opened the bag she’d been holding and checked on the clothes inside. Bucky did the same with the bag he had.

“Yeah, there’s some dry ones in here,” Bucky said as he pulled them out. “I don’t have much.”

“Obviously,” Y/N snorted as she gathered the bag she had been holding and then took his other bag from him, rifling through and taking the ones that were wet. “Now go in and take those off. I’ll wait here till you’re done and you can pass them to me before you get in.” Bucky nodded as he headed towards the bathroom. He was going to have to get used to the idea of being on the “outside.” The whole ordeal had been quick, being laicized then packing and leaving. He’d been going through the motions and now it was all becoming real. He stripped out of the clothes stuck to his body, standing naked in the middle of the bathroom. He gathered the clothes and cracked the door, keeping his body behind it. He felt her hands gather around the clothes he held. Before she could turn away he gripped her wrist. Y/N turned back to the door, seeing him peek around the corner of the door.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Bucky murmured, gulping before looking at her face.

Y/N nodded. “It’s no problem, Buck.” He smiled at her then dropped her wrist, closing the door quietly.

Y/N brought the clothes back downstairs to run them through the laundry. He was here. In her house. Showering upstairs. He had quit the ministry, whether it was for her or for himself remained to be seen. She didn’t know how to process this information as she went to the kitchen to find him something to eat really quick.

Bucky was having a small meltdown in the shower upstairs. The hot water ran down his body, warming him from the outside in. He felt a weird sense of freedom mixed with fear. Now what? He felt the worry setting in after he washed himself. For the first time in his life he started having a panic attack. He felt himself start to blackout, his body thudding against the side of the shower as he struggled to keep upright and sunk to his knees as the water ran over him.

Y/N heard the thud. It was louder than it should have been for any normal shower activities. She had a sinking feeling and ran back up the stairs. She barged into the room, walking over the bathroom and knocking on the door. “Buck? Bucky are you okay? I heard a loud noise.” She didn’t hear anything. “Buck I’m coming in!” Thankfully he hadn’t locked the door and she walked in. The water was still on, steaming up the mirror and the shower glass doors. She could make out his body heaped on the floor of the shower.

“Oh, Buck,” she opened the shower door and crouched down inside of it next to him, getting herself soaked under the stream of water. Bucky was hyperventilating, his eyes shut tight, his whole body shaking. “Bucky? Come on, handsome,” Y/N ignored his nakedness as she moved him so her back was against the wall and he was laid with his back against her front as she held him. The water was now hitting his face a little bit, helping to distract him. Her arms wove around his shoulders and chest, caressing his skin softly while one of her hands went to his hair as his head rested on her shoulder. “It’s okay, you’re gonna be okay. You’re having a panic attack, you’re going to be okay,” she whispered in his ear. Bucky twitched as her fingers ran through his wet hair. “I’m here, I’m right here, it’s gonna be okay. I got you,” she kissed the side of his head. “Just breath, handsome. Breath…”

Bucky’s breathing started to even out as she slowly breathed behind him, her chest rising behind him giving him a rhythm to try to copy. His clenched hands slowly unclenched, his legs relaxing and stretching out as he started to come back to himself. He could hear her words but they were distant, the ringing in his ears slowly fading. His eyes fluttered open as he felt her kiss his head again, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke.

“Y/N?” he whispered, it coming out more as a grunt from how hoarse it sounded.

“Bucky?” Y/N twisted so she could see his face better. Her fingers moved from his hair to his face, softly stroking his cheek and his nose to wake him up. “Can you hear me?”

“Y-yeah,” he tried to move but it made him lightheaded and he sank back against her.

“Don’t move, handsome, just hold on, get your bearings,” Y/N whispered. “You’re okay. It’s okay.”

Bucky lay against her and breathed deeply. He felt embarrassed at needing this kind of help, and yet he loved the way she was holding him right now. After a few more minutes he shifted in her arms. “I think I can get up,” he said quietly.

“Okay, hold on,” Y/N said, and she got herself out from underneath him. “Let me up first and I’ll help you.”

Bucky held himself up as she stood and then rounded to face him. She held her hands out. He took them and she pulled him up. She made sure he wasn’t woozy as he stood. “Did you wash up?”

“Yeah,” he said, putting a hand over his cock to cover himself. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry Buck, it’s alright,” she reassured him, turning the water off. She opened the shower door and stepped out, grabbing a towel for him and then one for her. “I’m going to change really quick. Just take it slow and I’ll be right outside, okay?”

“Okay,” Bucky nodded.

He dried off and changed quickly. When he opened the bedroom door Y/N was already there in a long, oversized hoodie, her hair tied up again and slippers on her feet. “Are you hungry?” she asked sweetly.

“Starving,” Bucky smiled at her. She looped an arm around one of his arms as they headed back downstairs. He knew it was to make sure he was steady but he appreciated the closeness. She led him to the kitchen and sat him at the table before returning to the fridge and pulling out ingredients to make him a quick sandwich.

“The kitchen just barely finished renovation a couple of days ago so I still don’t have a well stocked fridge, so I hope this is okay,” Y/N brought over the ingredients to the table, setting them down and then getting plates.

“This is perfect, thank you,” Bucky’s stomach growled as he looked at the ingredients. He made himself a sandwich as Y/N set a plate in front of him. She went back to the fridge and dug around inside.

“What would you like to drink? I’ve got water, some soda, some wine,” she said suggestively.

Bucky laughed. “I’ll just have some water, thanks.” “Killjoy,” she teased him, bringing him a water bottle while she pulled out the wine for herself.

They ate in silence. It wasn’t necessarily awkward or uncomfortable, just heavy. They had a few things to talk about and they both were putting it off.

Y/N decided to break the ice first. “So I saw you naked.” Bucky choked on his bite of food, coughing as he glared at her. She glared back at him, fighting off a smile. “Looking good there, Barnes,” she winked at him.

“My god,” Bucky sputtered as he took a drink of water.

“You’re awful prude for a guy who had his face in my boobs a few weeks ago,” she teased him again, but there was an underlying question in her words.

Bucky swallowed as he finished his sandwich. “Yeah, that was…new for me.”

Y/N giggled as she stood up to clear the table. Bucky watched her as her hoodie shifted around her thick thighs, her underwear peeking from underneath when she walked. Her legs jiggled as she walked to and from the table, making him want to touch them again and have her wrap them around his waist. He tried to cut off his thoughts.

“Let’s go to the front room, hm?” Y/N asked as she finished cleaning. Bucky nodded and followed her into the next room. She sat on one end of the couch and he sat on the other. He didn’t know what she wanted, or didn’t want, from him now, and didn’t want to push his luck.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Y/N grunted as she shifted into a comfortable position, throwing a blanket nearby over her legs and sharing it with him on the other side. “Why did you have a panic attack in the shower?”

“Because I freaked out when I realized just how real this all was in the moment,” Bucky replied instantly.

Y/N nodded. “Okay, makes sense. And why did you leave the ministry?”

“I would like to think that that’s pretty obvious,” Bucky narrowed his eyes at her.

“It’s not,” Y/N said simply.

“Okay, well, a few months ago this girl came into my life that I thought was beautiful and we became friends. A few weeks ago I let that girl into my room and kissed her and touched her and wanted to do a lot more with her but she left trying to protect me. I like that girl a lot, and after she left I couldn’t just get back into the swing of things. I didn’t want to. I wanted her, and only her,” he said while gazing at her.

Y/N swallowed as she listened to him. She looked down as she asked, “And what do you want from that girl now?”

Bucky moved over to where she sat on the couch. He took one of her hands in his and brought it to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “I’m hoping that she knows that I chose her,” he said quietly. “And I’m willing to take anything she’s willing to give. For as long as she’ll have me. Because I realized that night that she was my church. She was what I wanted to worship for the rest of my life.”

Y/N was crying now as she listened to him. He spoke about her with such reverence that it almost scared her, but also made her feel honored. She brought the hand that held hers up to her lips and kissed his hand this time. She wiped her eyes with her free hand and then gave him a watery smile. “Yeah I’ll have you.”

Bucky reflected her smile. “Can I uh, get a little something for my good choices?” he asked, giving her a wink.

“Oh my god!” Y/N laughed at him. “So you’re free what, a whole day, and you think you get to have some pussy right off?”

“Woah, I never said that!” Bucky looked horrified. “Jeez Y/N I was thinking of a kiss or something.”

Y/N laughed at him again before she moved. She straddled his lap, her core set right over his, and she looped her arms around his head. Bucky’s hands automatically went to her hips. “Yes, Father.”

“Oof, no,” Bucky grimaced and shook his head, making her laugh. “Don’t like that.”

“Me neither, I just love teasing you,” Y/N scrunched her nose at him. She kissed his nose, making him smile. She ghosted her lips over his cheek and over his mouth. Bucky waited for her, wanting this all to be on her timing. When she finally kissed him Bucky instantly felt home as his mouth pressed against hers. With all the uncertainty and frustration and despair he’d been feeling since she left that night, this was like a salve, a medicine to his fractured soul. A dam broke in his mind, the last wall fell, and he held her close and tight like he was afraid to lose her. Y/N opened her mouth to taste him which he gladly accepted. She licked his lip and sucked it into her mouth. She bit it lightly and mumbled around it, “Mine.”

Bucky whimpered at her claiming him. He nodded when she let go of his lip. “Yours,” he promised.

Through a rush of sighs and moans she was naked on top of him, grinding herself onto his crotch, her naked breasts brushing against his now naked chest. Bucky was panting, the desire overwhelming him on a molecular level. “I’ve never done this,” Bucky heaved as she helped him slide out of his pants and underwear.

“I’m sure,” Y/N smiled as she sat back down on him. Her naked pussy slid across his shaft, making him moan loudly. “If you’re not ready, we can stop,” she breathed as she scratched down his chest.

“No I…ungh, I want to,” Bucky said as his hands groped her ass.

Y/N continued to grind on him. “Are you ready?”

Bucky nodded as he watched her grind on his cock. She grabbed his jaw and made him look at her. “Words, handsome.”

“Yes, I’m ready,” he answered her, his head nodding frantically. “Please…”

Y/N took his cock in her hand and gave him two pumps before lifting herself up slightly and angling the head towards her entrance. Once it was nestled into her lower lips at the right spot she let go and began to sink down on him slowly.

“Oh my god,” Bucky groaned, his head thrown back as he tried to keep himself composed. He didn’t want to burst right away. Once she was fully seated on him she waited.

“You feel so good, Bucky,” she whined as her legs trembled, wanting to move. She experimentally swirled her hips.

“Ah! Don’t…god,” Bucky whimpered. “I’m trying not to cum, Y/N, please…”

“Sorry handsome, you just fill me up so well,” Y/N sighed. Her hands pulled his hands up to her breasts, showing him how she wanted him to massage them and touch her nipples. Bucky did what she wanted, feeling her pussy flutter around him as he did.

“Can I move, handsome? Please? I want…” Y/N was shaking with need.

“Yeah, yeah…” Bucky grunted.

Y/N swiveled her hips again, making his mouth drop open in a silent moan. She slowly lifted herself up until he was almost all the way out of her, then plunged back down. Bucky hands tightened on her ass, helping her grind her hips down on him.

“Y/N…God…shit…” Bucky didn’t know what he was saying. His mind was clouded. As she bobbed up and down on him he felt the urge to thrust up into her and followed that instinct as she sat down on him. Y/N’s body shuddered at his thrust. “You like that?” he breathed as he linked his arms behind her back and held her close to him. “Okay then…”

He held her tight against him as he lifted her so he could raise his hips and then started thrusting up into her hard and fast. Y/N gripped the couch cushion behind him, her head falling back as she moaned loudly. Her breasts jiggled in his face and he sucked a nipple into his mouth as he drilled into her.

“Bucky…ah, I’m gonna…mmmmh…” Y/N’s voice was in his ear, her punctuated breaths as he thrust into her egging him on.

“Yesss angel,” Bucky hissed as he felt the burn in his thighs.

Y/N tensed and then came, shouting his name as her pussy clamped down on his cock. Her whole body shook as she tightened impossibly hard around him, her hands reaching into his hair and pulling. Bucky came soon after, a yelp falling from his lips as he thrust one last time, filling her up with everything he had. They slumped into the couch together, holding each other as they tried to come back down to earth.

Bucky kissed her cheek, his hands resting on her back and slowly tickling her spine with his fingers. Y/N gave him a kiss to his neck that she was curled into. He smiled as she sat herself up, the movement making a little bit of their combined juices drip from between them.

“Goddamn, Buck,” Y/N breathed as she fixed his hair.

Bucky smirked at her. “And you said I wouldn’t get pussy on the first night.”

Y/N’s eyes widened and she loudly scoffed as she slapped his chest making him laugh. “It’s not my fault I got an eyeful of you in the shower. How were you hiding all this,” she gestured towards his body, “underneath a robe?” Bucky’s face flushed at her compliment as he bit back a shit-eating grin. “Oh I see, you know you’re hot shit, huh? Had all the little old bitty Catholics pining after the young hot priest?”

“Well, they weren’t all old,” he joked. “And I’m not that young anymore.”

“Mhm,” Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. She suddenly moved herself up, making a mess on him as he slipped out of her. He gave her a surprised look.

“Come on then, old man. Let’s take a more fun shower.”

***

2 years later

Bucky had been to multiple states and countries by now and none of them had been as beautiful as Bora Bora. The white sand, the bungalows set in the water, the people, the greenery, it was what he imagined heaven, if there was one, to be like. As he walked along the beach holding two drinks in his hands he smiled seeing Y/N in her bikini, taking pictures of the water and the scenery around them.

“Here you are, angel,” he said as he walked up beside her. Y/N turned the camera towards him and took a few candid pictures of him sitting next to her holding out the drink.

“Thank you, handsome,” she cooed at him, kissing him before taking the drink and taking a sip. She moaned at the taste and cool reprieve it provided.

“You gotta stop that, angel, or we’re about to get really dirty,” Bucky groaned as he sipped his drink, shifting on the beach chair he was sitting on.

Y/N laughed at him. “Aw, is my pretty sweet thing a little horny watching me enjoy my drink?” she teased him as she moved over to kneel in front of his chair, her breasts resting on his leg as she reached up and squished his cheeks together.

“You’re mean,” he pouted through his pursed lips.

Y/N pulled his face towards hers, kissing him and nipping his bottom lip. “And you’re mine.”

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Day 21 — Thigh Fucking

Pairing || Beefy!CatholicPriest!Bucky x Inexperienced!Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 2000

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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Most Sundays after mass, you would accompany Father James in tidying up the beloved church of your small community. Some people would probably be annoyed being tasked with cleaning and organising, but you seized every opportunity to be in his presence, knowing what it would most likely lead to when you and he were alone.

You were in the process of placing Bibles on the pews in front while casually humming along to the soft radio echoing through the vast and holy hall. Your mid-length dress rose slightly as you bent over to place the books down. It was such a small gesture that you didn't think much of it, but it seemed like someone had caught a glimpse of you.

It was hard to ignore the manifestation that lurked up behind you—the essence that exuded from him. His unholy and ungodly behaviour was out to show and play. All of his holiness put away for the day.

His broad and muscular chest made soft contact with your back—a significant contrast to the determined power that radiated from him. You automatically tilted your head slightly to the side as your body had become accustomed to this scenario since it wasn't the first time Father James had crept up behind you like this.

His lips skimmed your earlobe, and his warm breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck, making a wave of shivers flow down your spine. He placed his colossal palm on your clothed mound, pulling you flush into his firm chest, making you lightly gasp. The hardness that outlined his tight pants rubbed against your behind, and he groaned so deep in your ear that you felt a delicious tingle in your stomach.

“When will you finally let me defile this innocent little cunt of yours, sweet thing?” His alluring voice dropped an octave lower when he spoke, making your knees almost buckle at the sinister tone. You clutched a bible tightly to your chest, making Father James chuckle as you held onto the frail words of God, but that wouldn't help you here when the mighty Devil had come out to play.

This wasn't the first time Father James had shown you the ways of impureness, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

But losing your virginity? That was a step you were not ready to take, not yet, at least. You weren't willing to give up your pureness, not when it was so engrained in your brain by your strict religious parents that sex was a great sin unless conducted between a man and a woman that had been wed in holy matrimony.

“When will you finally let me corrupt this tiny pussy, angel?” He uttered again as he groped your covered core, wanting an answer from you.

Father James had never forced his way on you in the sense of penetrative sex, but he did lust for it every sexual moment you had together, and it seemed like he was trying his hand on it again. But you just couldn't.

“Father, I-I can't. I-I'm sorry.”

He groaned in slight annoyance as he put more pressure on your poor core, making you shut your eyes tight before he loosened his grip. You felt ashamed that you couldn't please him the way he wished the most, but you wanted to make him satisfied in a way he had taught you some weeks ago.

“But, I-I can get on m-my knees a-and worship you.”

He chuckled darkly at your willingness to submit to him in the sense of wicked prayer and worship.

“Or, we can both be pleased and blessed at the same time while still keeping the pureness that you so desperately hold on to.”

“I-I don't understand, Father.” You'd only known blowjobs and fingering from him. What other possible solutions did he have for pleasure that didn't involve those two and penetrative sex?

“Let me show you.” He growled like a possessed man.

He came to stand in front of you, towering over your small frame with his enormous one, a sinister smirk and a sinful glimmer in his eyes. His pants and long-sleeve shirt were as dark as his demeanour. The white clerical collar was the only thing that indicated that this was a man of God, after all. You practically shook, in both exhilaration and horror, for what his wicked plan was as you peered up at him.

He took the book from you and tossed it to the side before he sat down at the pew and relaxed his arms on the back of it, and spread his thick legs. Since he was now at your eye level, it was a little less scary, but still, you became flustered as you stared into his crystal eyes with hints of darkness, so you averted them to the floor as you twiddled with your fingers.

“Take off your dress.”

Your eyes went wide at his words. You've never undressed for him, ever. The thought terrified you—in both factors that it was sinful to reveal your flesh and fear that Father James would be disappointed in what you had to offer.

“Father, I-”

“Take. It. Off.”

With shaking hands, you slowly lifted the dress off your body and let it drop beside you. Once it was off and you stood bare in front of him with nothing on than your peachy cotton underwear. His devilish behaviour displayed a hint of softness as he leaned forward a little, and his lips parted in awe.

The way his eyes skimmed all over your untouched flesh made you incredibly shy to be so exposed to him, so you brought your hands up to cover yourself, prompting Father James to be highly disappointed.

“Hey,” he took your hands in his and pried them away from your body and pulled you to him until you stood between his open legs. “Don't shy away from me, sweet thing,” you met his eyes again that now held nothing but adoration in them, “you're the most perfect angel ever to walk this earth. God spent his time perfecting your beautiful body. So pretty, sweet one.” Heat rose to your cheeks at his sincere compliments.

“T-thank you, Father.”

As quickly as his sweetness came, it disappeared in a flash, and he returned to his true and wicked nature. He chuckled darkly as he undid his belt and pants, pulling them down with his underwear until his mighty impressive dick stood heavy and erect. The sheer size of him always left you astonished and nervous at the same time.

Father James always found it amusing how innocently in awe you were at the size of him. He took great pleasure in how his dominant and assertive demeanour contrasted to your innocent and inexperienced one. It drove him wild with desire.

“Turn around for me.”

With wobbly legs, you turned around until you faced the altar, peering up at Jesus hanging from the cross as you said your forgiveness for the great sin that would be conducted in this holy church.

“Oh, sweet little thing.” His massive palms took a soft grasp on your hips and pulled you closer until the back of your thighs met his inner ones, and his throbbing length rested against your behind. “You're so godly perfect,” he mumbled, softly kissing your shivering spine.

He peeled your panties off and quickly found your folds as he ran his fingers through the sticky arousal, making a breathy and needy sound escape your mouth as he played with you.

“Your little pussy is so messy, sweet thing. Are you sure you don't want me to take your innocence? It seems like your pretty cunt wants it.”

“N-no, Father,” you softly sobbed.

Suddenly, his fingers disappeared and were replaced with his bulbous head teasing your quivering opening. You tried wiggling away from him, but he kept a steady and firm grip on your mound.

“I can just slide in here, you know. Force my cock through your tiny velvet walls and split you in half. It's not like a frail little girl like you can stop me,” he sneered as he pushed just half an inch inside you.

“N-no, Father, p-please,” you cried as you shut your eyes tight, forcing tears back. Your fingernails dug into his plump thighs to brace yourself in case he didn't care for your pleas to stop.

“It's ok, sweet thing.” He kissed your spine again as an apology for taking it a little too far. “I won't be that cruel. Let’s both be blessed and pleased while still keeping within your boundaries, yeah?”

“Y-yes, Father.”

He situated the upper side of his thick length against your delicate flower. “Keep your thighs closed. I need you nice and tight for me,” he demanded in a husky tone.

You closed your thighs around his whole dick, moaning softly as he throbbed against your leaking folds. A groggy groan sounded from him as you squeezed hard, resulting in some of his pre-cum squirting out of his tip and coating your bundle of pleasure.

“Please,” you pleaded sweetly, making him groan against your spine as he left a sloppy kiss on your skin.

He took a firm grip on your hips, wanting total control of your body. With a heavy grunt, he drags himself back before pushing forward between your folds again, his tip flickering your sensitive nerve, making you gasp softly at the buzzing tingle.

His groans are thick and heavy as he moves with slow movements into you repeatedly. His dick splits your folds in half as he runs through your slick mess with his girth while his bulbous head bumps and leaks against your tingling and needy nerve with each slow and torturous thrust. The slickness makes it easier for him to pump through your tight flesh effortlessly.

“Father, it feels so good,” you mew as your eyes struggled to stay open as you peered up at Jesus on the cross again, who looked mighty disappointed at the violation happening in his church.

Your soft and pretty whines and cries prompt Father James to handle your body with such ease as he drags you into his heavy and rough thrusts, making your luscious behind smack against his pelvis.

“God, your thighs feel amazing, sweet thing. I can imagine how good your tiny hole must feel. One day I'll corrupt it and make you all mine,” he groaned possessively, making your empty walls flutter around nothing.

A swarm of tantalising butterflies tingled and teased at the pit of your stomach, aching to be released and provide that heavenly and sinful sensation that would ascend you into pleasure.

“O-oh, Father, please. I-I,” your words were broken off by a series of high-pitched moans and whines as you came for him. Your body shaking, and hadn't it been for Father James holding you up; you would have collapsed to the floor due to the raging intensity coursing through your nerves.

His hips stuttered as his thick and raspy voice sang praises to the good Lord while his holy seed painted your swollen folds and stomach. He was breathing heavy and hard as he thrust through both of your highs, making sure you both felt blessed and satisfied.

He hissed while you whined when he pulled away from your tight and used flesh, plopping you down on his lap and making you rest your head on his strong shoulder. He wrapped his arms around your frail and tired body as he gave you some much-needed gentle care and love.

“Good girl,” he praised you while you melted further into his warm and comforting touch as he kissed your forehead, making you sigh in relief and contentment.

“T-thank you, Father.”

“No, thank you, sweet thing. For keeping myself and the Lord happy.”

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