#you’re the pearl that’s big and swollen with iridescence

[boyczar]

[heli0s-writes]

crystalline*

A/N: Instead of attending to the rest of my WIPS, here’s 1.6k words of Bottom Bucky and Service Dom reader. Throatfucking. Erm. Cathartic crying. 

Warnings: Bucky working out trauma. Please stop reading if you are not 18+

brooklyn after dark masterlist

You teach him how to want things again.

His pieces from the past, the joys he used to have taken too soon— you tell him he can have it all back.

It started with food, predictably. No longer being tube-fed slurry, Bucky quickly embarked on discovering all the new flavors of the 21st century.

Chocolate alone was a month-long passion as he attempted to scrub out the standard issued combat rations haunting his tongue. Chalky cuts like cold pressed gravel— fuck that. The first time you broke off a square of unroasted, dark, sprinkled with Himalayan sea salt chocolate, Bucky’s head hit the back of the couch with a pathetic mewl and a million things rushed through his mind of all the ways he could keep feeling this good.

Sleep came next— something he thought he’d had enough of, but the difference between getting perma-frosted every decade and lying face down in whatever memory foam’s made out of is lifetimes apart.

Bubble baths. Streaming apps. Nice clothes.

Attention and affection. Kisses. Braids in his hair. Tickles for extra laughs. His ego’s in overdrive because he has half a thought about anything and you’re fulfilling it like his personal genie. You say he needs all the dopamine he can get and you’re gonna give it to him.

And you give it to him in spades.

Orgasms. Jesus fucking Christ, he’s spoiled rotten.

Morning sex, afternoon sex, sex before bed. Blindsided in hallways and under conference room tables. The compound pool’s been properly christened more than once, and if Tony ever found out just exactly how many of those precious luxury cars have seen the imprint of Bucky’s ass, he’d set them all on fire.

But, reconciliation comes for him eventually. Spend long enough feeling all good he figures it was about time he starts screwing it up. He turns greedy, he starts wanting for too much. His girl’s an insatiable little beast, but even beasts have limits.

-

Bucky went shy when he asked, stuttering about how it’s okay if you didn’t—if you weren’t—it’s kinda strange— but you’d put your hand over his and tilted his chin up.

“Bucky,” you said fondly, “Baby,” and then a sweet smile curled over your pretty pink lips like spun sugar, “I’d eat your ass like a five-course meal. I’ll let you fuck me on the moon. What is it, huh?”

He could’ve kissed your dirty mouth silly.

“I want you to use a toy—"

“We do all the time.”

“—on me.”

And that sweet candy pink smile turned red hot and wicked. No limit in sight.

-

You approach the bed like a fever dream and all the blood in Bucky’s body congregates south.

Nothing on but the 2-day-shipping-because-the-phone’s-a-genie-too leather harness sitting snugly on your hips and a grin. The heaviness between your thighs hangs like both an offering and a weapon.

He asked for it. He wanted it. Just—maybe, to start— can you be rough with him. Then, stuttering once more because he doesn’t know how to justify why. It doesn’t make any sense and it’s hard to say out loud that with all the things you let him have, that after nearly a century of being out of his own body, he… wants to give it away.

He’s messed up, baby. Sick down to his rotten core.

You only shushed him. If it’ll make you happy, I’ll rough you up real fucking good. No why’s necessary.

Fleshy weight brushes against your inner thigh, swinging idly from one side to the other. “This okay?”

“Yeah,” Bucky breathes, still dressed at the edge of the mattress, skin beginning to prickle, nerves taking a hard left into arousal. When your hand finds rough landing in his hair, he thinks he must be the luckiest bastard in the entire world.  

Bucky drops on his knees like dead weight, nearly tearing off his clothes, feeling the upsurge of heat in his cheeks and chest. His eyelids are fluttering, your face going fuzzy but he can still see that look of adoration you reserve for him.

He’s pondering if that old saying is true—if there can be too much of a good thing, if he’s become spoiled sick, or if he could overdose on pleasure when you start thumbing the edge of his mouth.

“Pay attention,” you say with a glimmer in your eyes. “Open.”

He’s tingling when you put two fingers in, moving around his tongue, scissoring them against his inner cheek. They explore for a while, bolder each passing second. He can tell you’re getting excited too, your chest heaving gradually, watching him with curious intent.

“You like this?” You ask, lip between your teeth, and Bucky nods, leaning further in, spit following the path of your hand down to his neck. You palm the cock like it’s always belonged to your body and he’s mesmerized at how it rises from your grip, moving over his face to rest on his cheek.

“It’s big, baby.” You warn, full on now. You stroke the outline of his jaw with it, leaving a burning path in its wake. “You sure?”

He quietly likes that you ask—honey-toned and patient, needing to hear it, knowing that he needs to hear it from himself. All those things he’d been made to say with his body and not with his mind.

Now he gets it back, as you said. Gets a part of himself back, too.

“Yes—ah—yes.”

Bucky’s words are slurred into your hand, but he’s begging with his eyes. Yes. I want it. Please let me. Please make me. Please fix me.

You replace your fingers, sluicing up the cock with his spit. Then, you fuck his mouth slow, feeding it to him inch by inch before dragging it away. Bucky’s lips are quivering for more, jaw slack, panting hoarsely. He feels overcome at how you stand over him, mesmerized by him, too.

“Yeah, honey,” you croon, and Bucky’s heart swells with pride. “You’re doing so well, pretty boy.”

He’s licking blindly and sucking between ragged gasps when he attempts to say your name, knowing full well he’ll never get the whole word out before you wedge back into him. And god, it’s hot. It’s dirty and filthy and so fucking sweet.

You grasp the base of his skull, keeping his head still and laying into his mouth rhythmically. The cockhead hits Bucky’s throat, pushing into the soft palate, reaching further. His eyes are rolling, whimpers catching where the toy ends, caught in the breath of air in his mouth.

“Take it, baby,” you command, and Bucky gags. One hand scrambles for your thigh, other clawing his own, pressing red crescents into the flesh. It hurts. It hurts good like it never did before and Bucky chokes it down, eyes squeezed shut now, tears prickling from the ducts and collecting at the corners.

“Oh, you’re so good,” and his body just keeps lighting up. “You good boy. You perfect, perfect boy.” And he’s nodding desperately, needy, gut coiled tight like a spring.

“So fucking dirty,” you hiss, pulling hard on his hair, “Look at you— leaking all over yourself.”

He is. He’s a goddamn mess, sticky lines of precome down his shaft and collecting at his base.

“Drooling all over my cock like this. You’re hungry for it, aren’t you?”

“Uhhngg— hnnng—” He moans weakly at the things you do to him and for him.

“That’s right, you are. Keep going, show me how much you want it.” Jesus, the way you make him feel— like he could be exactly who he is and never have to apologize for a goddamn thing. Broken and ruined but you’d still give him the whole fucking world.

The noises Bucky’s making are muffled and obscene as he fists himself, shuddering and pumping erratically. One more final drive from your hips and he’s bursting at the seams, shattering to pieces, coming with a strangled cry.

You don’t let up, taking his throat unrelentingly, watching him sob and fall apart. He’s going limp in your clutch, letting his eyes well up like pools, your smiling face so beautiful in the crystalline light.

If he’s sick, then you must be the fever he can’t sweat out. The fire burning through his bones until he’s nothing but smoldering bits of debris afterwards. Grains and soot of him floating in the steady flow of your faithful current.

When he’s made a perfect mess of himself, come-covered and quivering, you finally let him breathe again, pulling out wetly.

“There you go,” you say, kneeling to kiss his panting mouth, “Did that feel good?” 

Your lips are a cool balm on his swollen ones and Bucky hums a response, body still thrumming. “Yeah,” he sighs, sensitive like a wound, raw and open and tender. “Real— good.”

You rub his back and run your fingers through his hair, letting him rest in your arms. You wipe away the tears on his cheeks and over his trembling eyelids.

Gentle words tumble from your lips. Promises of love and of good memories to replace the bad ones. More kisses. More affection. More reclamation.

All those little granules of fractured time, you collect in the soft surrender of his mouth. Wet and salty, they fall together there, and Bucky feels himself clicking into place. Perfect and whole and treasured like an iridescent pearl.

[sisters-of-sin-blog]

Witching Hour (Gladio x Reader NSFW)

Brought to you by SayaSin. Some Daddiolus trash that transpired and naturally had to be shared with the townspeople. Filth under the cut!

 Tagging fellow evil doers. @hypaalicious @cupnoodle-queen @mistressoli @diabolik-trash-heap @itshaejinju @louisvuittontrashbags  

 "Ugh..." The clock on your desk shined brighter than your current state of mind could handle. Days had gone by in a blur through the ungodly mountain of work that plagued your very being within the citadel. The palace had been in an uproar over the last few weeks however you just wanted to sleep. "3:35am" that was it. If you stayed much longer you were sure your eyes would fall from your head. Speaking of your head, it felt like it weighed a half ton situated atop your shoulders.

 You were no stranger to exhaustion and stress; they seemed to go hand in hand when your job came to mind. Without much more thinking, you gathered your things. It was late enough and having to walk to your apartment a few blocks away was already a task you wish didn't exist. 

 The halls of the palace run baron of people; most of the staff retired  aside from a few glaives whom greeted you in passing to bid you good night. Your heels echoed as you made it toward the furthest wing near the training facility that usually sat void of bodies at this hour - usually. 

 'The light's are still on?' A training room toward the end of the hall sat illuminated; usually a sign that someone had it preoccupied. "At this hour? One of the new recruits must of left it on" Stepping toward the glass door while cursing the perpetrator silently under your breath, your movements ceased abruptly at the sight playing out before you.

 Two chiseled arms swung a broad great sword with ease as if it was no more than a feather. Precise steps were taken to follow through with these actions; steps performed by sweat pant clad legs - bulbous beneath the loose grey fabric. Tight ab muscles twisted in succession with another follow up swing, absent of a shirt; a soft groan in protest of the movements pricking your ears. Medium length dark brow hair clung to his shoulders through beads of sweat that permeated tan tattooed skin.

 Gladiolus Amicitia - Sworn shield to the heir of Lucis. Up at this hour training as one would generally expect of such a noble standing being. You only spoke in passing; generally when he was on duty nearest your office from time to time. But today you viewed him up close in an almost vulnerable state within his element and quite frankly it set your core ablaze.

 With each of his movements, you found yourself watching with vigor; being attentive to details about his body that you'd only dreamed of a seeing up close and bare. You kept a stance against the doorframe, his attention unmoving nor showing signs that he'd noticed you. He was beautiful; practically a man made god that was working miracles before your eyes. His presence had you flushed; legs involuntarily shaking with anticipation following haphazard whimpers with each grunt or growl he'd emit after each swing. 

 It was too much. Way too fucking much. Your body started to respond in a way that was undignified for work yet you found your fingers trailing downward over your stomach and hips before creeping to the hem of your skirt to lift it and sit just at your thighs giving you better access. Your body remained flush against the wall to hide your ministrations from the empty hall to your side. No one would notice how incredibly wrong this was; not even the current object of your adoration as he stopped momentarily to douse himself in water from his water bottle. 

 You were losing it. Your fingers rubbed gently against the front of your soaking through panties, hips pressing to them further against your slit between yourself and the wall. You bit your lip hard when your index finger waged a silent assault against the bundle of nerves behind the fabric. Ahead of you the shields skin glistened under the iridescent lights of the facility causing the tiny bits of sweat and water to act as beacons as if calling for your touch. 'Gods, what am I doing? I need to stop but fuck - I can't.' Your mind reeled. 

 Somewhere between the self loathing and immense amount of pleasure, your eyes had fluttered closed - forehead partially against the frame, sending you further off into a fantasy land; the sinful visions within causing you to moan unexpectedly. 

 "Having fun?" The husky voice immediately halted your movements. Your eyes remained closed hoping to Six you were hearing things, that is until a low chuckle rocked your ears. "I'll happily take that as a yes. Look at me" The voice was firm in its command. You obeyed and opened your eyes, an amber gaze meeting your own. Flush with embarrassment you quickly removed your hand from its confines. Gladio stood before you with folded arms. Strands of his hair sat plastered against his neck and forehead as he eyed you curiously. 

 "I-I'm sorry I...I should of" a firm grip caught your chin cutting you off "If you wanted it that bad, y/n, all ya had to do was ask." Your expression his current motives though the thought was cut short by a firm grip on your arm pulling you within the training room and slamming you to the floor onto a nearby pile of mats that nearly knocked the wind from your lungs. The burly man stood at your feet honing in on his target as you watched on.

 How the heck did you manage to get into this situation? On yea. That inability to keep the unadulterated need to fuck this man at bay sounds about right. You wanted to curse yourself but felt all too lucky as he moved in for the kill. "You've watched me for some time now, y/n. Did you think I hadn't noticed? Shit I thought you knew me a bit better than that" The bastard was perceptive, you had to give him that. Although you never told a soul of your secret lust for him, he managed to pilfer through your subconscious and read you like an open book. The silence in the current moment not helping your case - damn.

 "Tell me then, y/n, do you like what you see?" His voice dared you to continue. Your half lidded gaze probed his own desire that grew as minutes ticked by. All you could do was nod; his presence you nearly intimidating. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you. I said do you like what you see" He moved to stand over you, his feet on either side of yours.

 "Yes...yes I do!" His hand moved to palm his growing bulge that was outlined against his sweats. "Then do me a favor princess - prove it" The movements that transpired next felt out of body. You quickly repositioned to your knees, keeping an eye on the man above as you slipped his sweat pants down his legs; boxers to follow. "Six..." your words were sucked from your lugs at the massive size of his cock that stood at attention just inches from your face. 'Is this seriously how I die?' Probably. 

 Gladio's large hand came to sit toward the back of your head slowing guiding you forward "I promise it won't hurt you...much" The devilish grin that graced his face was the least bit reassuring but you were a big girl...and big girls should be able to handle big things; at least it sounded right in your head. 

 With your gaze up at him unwavering, you slid your fingers along his thighs, one hand laying rest at the base of his dick, the other keeping hold on his hip. Your tongue slipped beyond the barrier of your lips to lap at the few pearls of pre-cum that had formed at the tip as well as dropped down the sides. He wanted you. BAD.

 Your wet appendage trailed along the underside of his cock, each vein it came in contact with seeming to pulsate upon touch. Your gentle musings earned you a low growl followed by a satisfied gasp the moment you plunged as much of it as you could within your mouth. 

 "Fuck..." The man shivered at the sudden wave of pleasure, the hand against your head coming to comb through your hair before taking hold on it. He tasted wonderful. His musk and the smell of deodorant heightened by his sweat tickled your nose as you breathed deep. Your fingers worked the base of his cock with precision as slob came to coat its outer portion emitting slick sounds following your movements. 

 "Mmmm that's right. Suck daddy's cock like you mean it" his words had your core burning; evidence of which shown through the sheen of wetness you could feel coating your inner thighs. What had happened to you within the last hour? One minute you're dead on your feet ready to crash and burn, the next you're on your knees pleasuring a man you'd only spoken to a few times. Yet his presence had left a lasting impact that plagued you more than you cared to admit. 'I guess that's all it takes to bring out ones true desire' the thought made you chuckle.

 The grip on your head tightened as you pumped your hand and head in succession, rapidly hollowing and flattening your tongue against his throbbing length. He fucked your throat with haste, jamming it a few times to the back of your throat causing you to gag. Gladio's head was leant back; his groans reverberating off the walls - your name slipping from his lips. You wanted to hear it forever, but for now, the ache to hear it being said as you two shared in sought after release together would do just fine. 

 "Fuck, babe that's enough. I don't want this party to end too soon" His cock was removed quickly from your mouth with a pop; drool coating your swollen lips and chin as you waited for your next command. His mouth came to crash against yours with an immense amount of fervor and desperation; tongues dancing in a fight for dominance. "Mmm you're so beautiful. So filthy for me. On all fours. Move" That baritone voice was laced with myriad desire for the women at his heels. There were many women who'd wholeheartedly thrown themselves on the tracks for him but had only cared for one. One whom he had no idea would come crawling to him in such a 'vulnerable' state.

 With your ass displayed before him, he quickly did away with your soaked panties, yanking them down to your ankles and lifting your skirt higher. A playful finger inched along your slit from behind, coating the digit completely in your essence "Damn, looks like someone's already ready for me." He smirked the quickly inserted two fingers inside your pussy, curling them a few agonizingly slow times before yanking them out. Your moans of pleasure and frustration boosting his ego further. "I suppose I could give it to you now. Tell me what you want" he positioned himself at your entrance awaiting his call.

 You swallowed hard "I want...I want you to fuck me Gladio. I want the entire palace to know you've had me in every sense of the word. Right here, right now!" Without warning he dove his cock deep into your cavern, causing you to yelp with incredible pain but copious amounts of pleasure. With each movement of connecting flesh between his steady thrusts, it left your body hot. His nails dug into your hips, signs of bruising left in their wake. The shields eyes remained on your back as it flexed following each plunge. This was wrong. So fucking wrong but your mind had lost its ability to fathom normal thoughts in the midst of being fucked into the mats below. Shiva have mercy, for this man would be your undoing. 

 Gladio growled behind you, rubbing your ass before bringing down an open palm with a smack against the now reddened flesh. Your moans of approval earned you another as he picked up pace. You arched your back downward, arms out straight before you, aiding his thrusts in reaching deeper, his cock starting to probe your cervix. 

 You were going to break, gods you were so close. The familiar onset of your orgasm was teetering; much faster than you could control. "Mmmm fuck you're gettin' so tight. You gonna cum for me?!" You could only nails as words failed to form. He quickly pulled you up so your back was flush against his bare chest, hand now clamped around your throat. The lack of hair caused you to see stars, your mind becoming hyper aware of the movements behind you. The world around came in muffled with only the sound of your strained breathing and heartbeat pounding in your ears. "Shit, cum for me, y/n!" He loosened the grip on your throat just in time to hear the lewd sounds that accompanied the rapid convulsions of your pussy as you came full force around his cock, his name on your tongue spilling out as of it was the last thing you'd ever say. With only a few pumps following, Gladio's boisterous growl of pleasure rocked the entire room as he chased his release inside of you, completely coating your walls; some bits gushing outward and to the mat.

 In a heap you both collapsed, spent, sweaty and sticky. Thank Six it was late, because you're sure you had woken up half of Eos. Gladio sat up, leaning over to peer down at you as you lay on your side to gather your bearings. "I'm just gonna assume catching me down here training wasn't on your agenda for this late night" he grinned, fingers playing with loose strands of your hair. "How'd you guess?" You smirked, doing your best to keep your eyes open. "Hmm well, I wouldn't mind having an audience in the future for more...'sparing lessons' if you're up for it babe. I bet you could show me a thing or two" He winked as you stood now to gather your strewn panties and other belongings.

 "I'm free tomorrow evening. How about we 'spar' at your place after you treat me to pizza?" He rubbed his chin "Make it cup noods and it's a date!"