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mybuckynotyours · 2 years ago

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Printesa Mea

Pairing: sugardaddy!Bucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only. Reader is in her early twenties and Bucky is in his mid 40s. Mentions of sex, oral sex, mutual pinning, cockwarming if you squint your eyes hard enough.

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary & A/N: I suck at summaries but this is fluffy, cute but also naughty-ish! It's the Christmas season and I've been finally inspired! I'm having a huge daddy kink at the moment too. If this will be received well, I might write more about these two! I have a few more ideas up in my sleeve. Thank you so much for reading! Do not forget to comment and reblog :) <3

You were nearing the end of this semester and that only meant one thing. Christmas was fast approaching. This semester was always the one you dreaded and wanted it to end as quickly as possible. You were a Christmas lover through and through. By mid-October you would be thinking of all the Christmas lights and all the food you’ll get to enjoy with your friends. Your friends would laugh at you during the yearly Halloween party and tell you to slow down. You would just happily grin and shrug it off.

But this year was a little different that usual. This year were with someone, well, not exactly. You weren’t exactly dating him. It was more of an arrangement really that started just before you had gone back to university.

It was truly random how the two of you met. You weren’t really looking for a sugar daddy but it seems that your deepest, dirtiest wish came true without even working for it.

You two met on a Sunday morning when you were on your latte run, about to head home to kickstart your day for the usual meal preps and reading.

Your eyes met and you smiled at each other politely. For some reason, probably how the universe wanted to really bring the two of you closer together, you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. You looked away as you stood next to each other waiting for your coffee orders and laughed lightly.

He was the first to speak as he reached out to take his coffee cup and with a deep voice, thanked the barista. Hearing him speak sent shivers down your spine and the effect is still there to this day. He speaks so calmly yet stern when he needs to be. You were on your knees for him in no time.

But before, going into that, you two got to know each other. He shamelessly asked you before he headed out of the coffee shop and you immediately accepted his invitation. And as they say, the rest was history.

You had told yourself that this was only an arrangement. You had to segregate your feelings. In no way you could ever possibly end up falling for him. He was your sugar daddy and only that. No matter how good it felt when he ate you out all night long just to draw out his name from your whimpering lips. No matter how great it felt to spend a night in watching a movie together and eat together. And especially, no matter how incredible it felt to get all dolled up to some event he would make you attend with him, just to be on his arm, twirling you around on the dance floor, having your princess moment. He truly did treat you like a princess. Indeed, he liked to call you one too.

“Printesa mea.” His warm velvety voice hovering over your skin. He would then place soft gentle kisses on your shoulder blade and then another on your neck.

His beard would tickle you, causing you to giggle like a little girl. “People are watching.”

“Don’t care.” He would shrug you off, then kiss your warm cheek.

Then you would bid your adieu to the party guests and head to his mansion where he would fuck you till the sun would rise. He was insatiable – the way his body moved, like a god really, a tight grip on your hips as his cock would stretch you out. And my goodness he was big. You could feel all of him as your walls would clench around his length, hissing at that first stretch.

He’d always look at you with a tinge of concern at first, breathlessly asking for your approval and for your wellbeing. As soon as you would smile up to him and give him a sign to continue, he would transform into a beast – thrusting in to you to the hilt, groaning and panting in the crook of your neck as he would come inside you. Fuck, that warmth was everything – both your fluids as you’d come together at times, the product of your pleasures to one another. You enjoyed it trickling down your thighs. It was satisfying on so many levels.

Back to the present moment, you had to press your legs together and stop yourself from thinking of all your debaucheries with Bucky.

He was paying your school debts and in return you got to enjoy all that. But that was it. You couldn’t let your mind wander as if you were a girl in love.

“It’s probably the holidays that’s making me feel like this.” You mumbled to yourself.

But really, you knew yourself better. After the million Christmas movies you’d watch every year, your one true wish was to meet the same guy all the women in the movies met. No matter how much you laughed at these cheesy movies, you loved it and you’d wish for one day to live that impossible fairy tale. Nothing was as in the movies and you knew that but damn, Bucky was something else. It was like, he did come straight out that kind of movie and with Christmas coming you, you couldn’t help but wonder whether you’ll have that happily ever after with Bucky.

You two did establish what you both wanted from this arrangement. He was looking for someone like you and well, despite you not exactly looking for someone like him, you really needed the help financially. Bucky was perfect to provide just that. A bit of sex would not hurt right? We’re two consenting adults! That’s what the two of you had agreed upon over a cheese platter and the best wine you had ever tasted. Bucky had a thing for the finer things in life. He certainly maintained high standards and quality. His demeanour oozed with those qualities. Always dressed up in a three piece suit, looking sharp and refined, he was someone you actually started to admire. You only wished you were as confident as he were. He knew that about you as he always tested and pushed your limits which resulted in you becoming much more comfortable in your own skin and you started doing things that you didn’t think you’d actually ever start doing. Bucky was not only an incredible lover but also an incredible mentor.

As your infatuating thoughts ran on, Bucky walked into the cafeteria you were in. It took you by surprise as you spotted him heading your way. You weren’t meant to see each other, not at least till he would call you. You wanted to throw yourself at him, just wrap yourself into his black coat and never leave him. Oh that would be wonderful…if only.

“Printesa mea! How great seeing you here today!” His face broke into a wide smile at you as he extended his arms to wrap them around you.

His musky, strong smell filled up your nostrils and made you tremble with need already. You loved to smell his cologne and you loved having it on you.

He chuckled as he realised that you were sniffing. “Awh, missing too much.”

You rolled your eyes at his cheekiness and withdrew away from his embrace – it was painful but you had to anyway.

“What are you doing here? I wanted to call you later to ask you something. Glad I can do it in person now.” He sat down across you and took your hands into his, his thumb brushing your knuckles gently.

“Oh?” You giggled softly then composed yourself with a sigh. “Well, I’m trying to finish off this last assignment before the holiday season comes up. It’s my favourite month and I want to enjoy it as much as I can with few uni distractions. Thankfully classes are ending soon as well.”

“A Christmas lover, I see…well, I’ve figured I guess.” He squeezed your hand as he chuckled once again.

“How on earth would you know that about me?” You laughed in disbelief with him.

“I just do. And it suits you really. I love the way your eyes light up when you’re excited about something. Your positive energy and your Christmas energy just go hand in hand, I guess? If this makes sense.” He squinted his eyes with a shrug.

“Alright, yeah, I guess I can take that.” You chuckled once again, not forgetting the way he spoke about you in a certain way. He clearly notices you.

“Anyway, I know that this might be farfetched or something but I was wondering whether you wanted to spend Christmas together? I mean, I know you’ve got your friends but you never really spoke about your family and I would understand if you’d want to go visit them...but I don’t know and well…”

…well what?” You teased slightly but your heart was ready to jump out of your sweater, your palms were sweating and Bucky realised that too as he looked down at your hands.

“I mean, I know that this is not…you know, us, conventional and all that but I don’t really have anyone…I…you know, I’m only seeing you so I just thought we could be together you know? For the holidays? I’ll give you more money and I’ll take you Christmas shopping too.”

You had never seen Bucky the way he were right now in front of you. He was rambling, fidgeting his long legs and you were certain that he was looking past you as he was speaking. He was avoiding eye contact with you because he was feeling uncomfortable. What was he truly trying to say? Why the sudden change in appearance?

“Um, okay. I would like that Buck.” You wanted to scream from the top of your lungs. Aside from the fact that Bucky was feeling uncomfortable or nervous or whatever you were happily screaming inside. This was turning into a reality – you were having your chick flick, Christmas movie moment. You were getting to spend Christmas with the man that you were yearning for. The man that made you feel so many things all at once.

“Really?” His nervous look turned into relief as he leaned back in his seat as if he finally got something out of his chest.

“But why were you rambling about it? I mean, you know I have no issues at all with wanting to spend time with you, even during Christmas. My family is complicated and one day I will tell you all about it. Otherwise, I’m happy to be with you, you know…” You trailed off, now the one feeling somewhat nervous but also proud of yourself for being direct. Bucky was really rubbing off on you.

“I know, I’m sorry. I do not know what came over me.” He shook his head as a light laugh passed from his lips. “You’re a beautiful woman, printesa mea, and I didn’t think you’d want to spend the festive season with an old man like me.” He said running his fingers through his cottonlike dark hair.

His words took you by surprise, but you wanted to hide it and for some reason you were feeling cheeky quite quickly as you came up with quite the comeback, “Daddy, I promise you that I’m really going to enjoy myself with you.”

You couldn’t wait to jump onto his lap and have your way with him. Maybe he could fuck you with your Santa hat on or with your merry Christmas dress on…you’ll have to get it for him for sure. Oh…all the fun that you two will be having is going to be endless.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan fan fiction #sebastian stan fan fic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #sugardaddy!bucky

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filthyfluffyfantasies · 1 year ago

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: unprotected p in v sex, pet names, a little Romanian (printsesa - princess) is spoken, body fluids, sweet dirty talk, hand job/finger fucking - f recieving. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt - lovemaking ( bonus blurb )

character | fandom - pietro maximoff / quicksilver | marvel cinematic universe

reader | original character - female reader, Stark!female reader & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 1.3k

tagging - < taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . Pietro uses his body to comfort you during a bad storm..✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

He’s almost asleep when the storm reaches it’s worst. As he rolls over and prepares to shove his head beneath one of the pillows, he hears the door to his room being opened quietly. You make your way over to his bed, same as you’ve done for at least two other nights this week and when he feels the bed dip down, he reaches out for your body in the darkness.

❝ The storm again, prinţesă?❞ he yawns out as he finds you and pulls you down into bed right next to him. You slip your legs between his legs and roll on your side so that you’re face to face with him as you nod and yawn sleepily.

If your father had any idea you’re sneaking off your wing in the tower to come and find Pietro Maximoff lately, he’d probably murder Pietro. He’s always told you that the guys he works with are off limits, completely. And you get it, but try explaining that to your heart lately.

Pietro’s the only man you’ve ever willingly sought out. He’s the one you can’t seem to stay away from.

As you drag your thumb over his bottom lip, it quivers. Pietro pulls you closer, strong arms wrapping around you to hold onto you tight. As he holds you, he hums an old Sokovian lullaby against the crown of your head because normally, this will knock you out faster than anything.

After a few seconds of laying there quietly, you squirm against his body a little. The leg that started out between his legs winds up thrown over his hip. Pietro swallows down the massive lump as it forms in his throat and after a second or two of trying not to cave in and do it, he places one of his massive hands on your thigh, fingers splayed. Squeezing the soft dough of your bare thigh. Your breath hangs in your throat and you end up gasping quietly as a result.

He can feel the way your heartbeat is starting to sync with his, the thought draws a lazy smirk to his lips. You look like there’s something you’re dying to say but you can’t find the words and this prompts him to speak up first. ❝ Te vreau prințesă pentru mine.❞

You melt against him just a little. Every single time he calls you printesa lately, it makes you feel things. Strongly. Deeply.

You’re in love with a man you can’t have and it’s only getting so much worse lately.

❝ Hmm?❞ you purr, soft voice muffled by the way you’ve shifted yourself so that your face is buried in his chest. It’s probably the biggest reason he said what he just did, you weren’t looking at him and that made it so much easier to finally say. His hand skims up and down your thigh and you whine, rubbing against him just barely able to stop yourself when you realize you’ve just done it.

He reaches down and cups your chin to make you look him in the eyes. And after a long pause, he mumbles it again. Softly. With rough lips brushing right against yours as he says it in your language and not his native tongue. ❝ I want you to myself, princess..❞ he trails off, a split second to panic as you process what he’s just saying.

What he’s been calling you since the day your father brought the team back to live at Stark Towers. He’s been calling you princess this entire time and you never had a clue. And he’s always lingering, watching you. Quick to volunteer himself up for the task when Tony asks if one of them will kind of keep an eye on you if he’s been threatened or he feels you’re up to something you maybe shouldn’t be. That’s how you wound up befriending him in the first place and now.. Now you’re hopelessly in love with him, kept silent by your father’s no dating an Avenger rule as well as your own fear that Pietro doesn’t even see you that way to begin with.

❝ You’re the only person I come to, Pietro.❞ you mumble quietly, your gaze lowered and your soft voice muffled yet again by his chest. As you speak and your lips graze against his skin, he digs his fingers in against the meat of your thigh, squeezing because he knows he’s a second away from losing control of himself completely.

When you rub against him while trying to get as close as possible, he bites back a groan because he can feel his cock getting even harder. He’d been just about to resign himself to masturbation to the mental image of you for the millionth night in a row before you sought him out. When he realizes what you’ve just said, he cups your chin. Makes you look up at him again. ❝ I can...❞ he pauses, taking a deep breath as he loses the battle with his own self-control and bucks himself against you,drawing a whimper out of you in the process, ❝ I can take your mind off of the storm, prințesă.. Do you want me to do that?❞

You swallow hard and nod, staring up at his handsome face, dragging your hand over it in awe. ❝ How.. How would you do that, Piet?❞ you ask quietly. Heart skipping a beat when the dark chuckle leaves his lips, hanging in the air between the two of you for a second. As his mouth moves in for the kill, the hand on your thigh slips down between your bodies and it settles against your cunt. Soft and careful, the heel of it pressing right against your clit as he massages you through your panties. ❝ Making love to you.❞ he answers just as his thick tongue parts the barrier your plush lips form and begins to glide over the surface of your own, slow.

Slower paced than you thought the Sokovian speedster was capable of.

You whine out his name and melt into the way he’s holding you. As his hand speeds up just enough to give you a little more friction, you rock yourself against his hand. Thick digits push past the soaked silk barrier of your panties and pushes them aside, thumb circling your clit in slow and agonizing strokes. Careful. Gentle.

And then those thick fingers bury inside of you three at once. You’re stretched and this makes you gasp as you suck his neck and wrap your arms around him to cling even closer. He’s bucking himself against your thighs a little for his own friction and as he does it, he gasps against the shell of your ear. Each dirty thing he says to you in a mixture of Sokovian and English is enough to make you whine for him. ❝ Now? Please..❞ you whimper, begging for it, ❝ I need you now, Piet..❞

He licks his lips and stares down at you, watching the way you look up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, the heat in your soft little body pinned below his and he can’t wait another second.

He buries his cock inside you and goes still, letting you get used to the way he fills you as the two of you share a kiss that doesn’t end until neither of you can breathe. As the kiss breaks, he fucks into you long and slow, massive hands pinning your wrists above your head and flat against his pillow. You whine and rock upward to meet his thrusts, eager and impatient but each time, you’re met with Pietro using the strength in his muscular frame to keep your hips pinned against his mattress. He noses some hair away from your ear and mutters quietly, ❝ Is this helping, my love?❞

You moan out a breathy yes and your nails dig into his shoulders once he's let go of your hands again,dragging over his back as he pushes himself inside you completely. Raw. There wasn’t even a second’s thought given to protection, only the lust both of you have been struggling with and Pietro’s need to calm your fears and do whatever he could to protect you from them.

If it means fucking you all night, it’s something he’s more than willing -and more than happy, to do.

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goodevilgirlintentions-blog · 1 month ago

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Daddy's rules 😈 ~1~

1. Când ne vedem, porți doar rochița/fustiță FĂRĂ LENJERIE

2. Pussy pic zilnic

3. O zi pe săptămână să mergi cu buttplugul la muncă/facultate

4. Când vin la tine, să te găsesc goală, masturbandu-te, așteptând să intru în tine

5. O sugi oricând și oriunde am chef

6. Nu comentezi când vreau să te ling în locuri publice

7. Porți mereu vibratorul lush în tine, si o pot controla oricand, de oriunde

8. Nu te poti termina fara acordul lui daddy

9. De fiecare data cand te masturbezi, il intrebi pe daddy daca te lasa sa te atingi in locurile tale de printesa.

10. De fiecare data cand te masturbezi, daddy trebuie sa vada

11. Esti mereu la dispozitie cand daddy are chef de sextalk, facetime

12. Corpul tau este un "free-use" pentru daddy. Oricand te poate atinge, se poate juca cu tine, chiar si in somn daca vrea.

13. Orgasmul tau e proprietatea lui Daddy.

14. Daca il superi pe Daddy, te vei duce la colt, vei sta in genunchi cu limba scoasa

15. Daca Daddy decide ca ai fost obraznica, te va pune pe burtă la el in brate, iti va da chilotii jos si te va disciplina cu palme peste fund pana iti ceri scuze

16. Când Daddy îşi scoate centura, te pui doggy şi aştepți loviturile pe fund.

17. Când Daddy te penetrează în poziția misionarului, te uiți mereu în ochii lui, eye contact mereu!

18. Îl satisfaci vizual cu poze în lenjerii sexy cât mai des posibil.

19. Sugi orice îți pune Daddy în gură, indiferent că sunt degete, jucării sexuale sau pulă.

20. Dacă Daddy vrea să te plimbe în lesă prin casă, te pui în patru labe şi aştepți până îți dă comanda.

21. Îl vei trezi pe Daddy în fiecare dimineață cu un sloppy-toppy blowjob.

22. Înghiți, MEREU!

23. Daddy are acces la FIECARE gaură.

24. Îl laşi pe Daddy să filmeze cât de disperată şi udă eşti pentru el.

25. Te îmbraci în costume sexy ca să îl surprinzi pe Daddy.

26. Nu exista "nu" în vocabularul tău. Ce spune Daddy e sfânt.

27. Dacă Daddy te pune în genunchi, nu te ridici fără permisiunea lui.

28. Daddy îți alege ținutele!

29. In preajma lui Daddy, vei purta pe buze doar ruj roșu 💄!

#bd/sm daddy #daddy’s babygirl #daddy k!nk #daddy's good girl #daddy's rules

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officialromaniantranslatiuni · 9 months ago

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Y'baditei, acum 10000 de ani discutam noi despre un basm romanesc in care eroina devine baiat magically ca sa poata ramane cu printesa salvata sau ceva de genul. Va mai aduceti aminte numele?

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goodeevilgirlintentions · 1 year ago

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Daddy's rules 😈