A Birthday Punishment And A Birthday Gift.

Honey, There's People That Are Dying

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You make Bucky fish your phone out of the pool.

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: Bucky in vacation mode, smut, outdoor sex, sex by the pool, ass slapping (i forgot what the technical term is), pain kink, dom!Bucky vibes, two feral idiots in love

18+ ONLY, IF YOU ARE A MINOR KINDLY FUCK OFF, RESPECTFULLY!

A/N: Who'd have thought a bunch of 'Bastian photos is going to get me out of my writing funk? I've never written anything so fast since the pandemic lmao. Enjoy~ NOT Beta'd, oops.

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“Bucky!” your shriek reverberates all throughout the villa, scaring a couple of tropical birds out of the giant tree that stood right along where the stone path ends onto the open yard. “I was about to close that deal!”

You huff and stomp your fresh Jimmy Choos on the poolside tiles, freaking out that your very hot and very hot headed boyfriend just chucked your phone into the clear waters of the pool. You took five minutes outside to take a very important business call, thinking it would be fine since your luggage, all seven of your suitcases, three of Bucky’s and a couple of duffle bags, was still being hauled upstairs by the staff of his vacation home.

“And you’re missing the view and the fresh air, sweetheart. We’ve been planning this vacation for months; that call should have happened before you got your sweet ass in the plane.” He steps into your space, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against him. He slides one thick thigh between your legs and smirks when you squirm at the contact. You whine when his grip tightens, his touch spreading goosebumps all over your skin.

Your hands grip his biceps as heat boils in your core. You stand on the tip of your toes, bumping your nose with his, lips almost touching you tell him, “Hmm… That call was worth 280 million.” You push up and take his bottom lip between your teeth, biting and pulling hard until Bucky yelps and pulls back, lip nipped open. “You better fish out my water proof phone or you pay me the same amount in cash before the sun sets on the view that I’m missing!”

You push him away and point to the small black rectangle chilling on the bottom of the pool. Bucky wipes his lip with his thumb, growling when he sees a blood. You were going to pay for that but right now the look on your face, flushed with anger and just gorgeously seething is making his cock hard.

“Now, Bucky!” you point again to the phone ringing under water, he thinks. He was going to send Tony Stark an email about making things too durable, missing the days when phones died when they catch a little drizzle.

“Sheesh, relax! Okay!” he raises both hands in surrender, walking to the edge of the pool as you crossed your arms and followed behind him. “Honey, there’s people that are dying, you know? And you’re freaking out about a phone.” You roll your eyes and gesture for him to proceed.

You expected him to kneel by the edge and fish it out with his hands but once again shriek loudly when he jumps into the pool, still fully clothed with his shoes on, splashing your sun dress and soaking you. By the time he resurfaces, he’s got your Stark phone in his hand and you grab it quickly.

“Thank you, honeybun!” you blow him a kiss and redial to return to the call. You apologize to the investor, smiling the whole time when you finally get them to agree to your terms. You were humming affirmations when you accidentally make eye contact with your boyfriend, giving you his most murderous gaze while he was soaking wet. His white shirt had become transparent from the water, giving you firm reminder of what you had at the tip of your fingers if you just started your vacation officially.

Bucky shakes the water out of his hair and pulls himself up onto the edge of the pool. His pants were sticking to his thighs that causes you to gulp loudly for air, stuttering when you miss something your investor says but replying dumbly when you see the massive tent in Bucky’s pants.

“Yeah… I-I mean, yes! All of that sounds great! Thank you, I’ll get back to you after my vacation. Bye, thanks!” you ramble and hang up, sticking your feet together and standing in attention. Bucky was full on seething, chest rising visibly as he continues to sit still by the pool’s edge. You wanted to apologize, to him and to your poor pussy that was currently dripping like a broken faucet, for delaying your trip activities when he gestures with one thick and lock finger and beckons you to go to him.

“You done?” he grits the question, jaw clenching in unison with your weeping hole. You nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. “Good, pull your skirt up and lie down here.” He pats his wet thighs and huffs impatiently.

You toss your phone to one of the nearby lounge chairs and quickly bunch your skirt up to your waist. “Buck—Honey baby— Hey, you were the one who wanted to go legit with the business! “ he tuts and you close your mouth. You were in trouble and the excitement curls in your gut pleasantly.

He spreads his legs wider to accommodate you as you lie on your stomach over him, your ass exposed to the cool tropical air. He runs the tips of his fingers gently from your calf to the back of your thighs until he reaches the curve of your ass, alternating between pinching your soft cheeks and squeezing a handful. You moan when he uses his other hand to push your head down and locking you there by the back of your neck.

“Now, I know how important your job is to you. And I know how fun it is to make money,” he slaps your left cheek hard making your head shoot up but he prevents you, making you squirm and feel on your stomach how much joy he’s experiencing right now when his bulge greets you, “but you have to remember, “ another slap, harder this time, “which is more important…” two successive slap and you grunt from the pain that makes your core clench.

“You, Buck! It’s you! You’re the most important thing in my life.” You tell him but he only responds with quick slaps on your throbbing ass. God you won’t be able to sit on it for a while.

“Sshh. I’m not asking a question, sweetheart, so there’s really no need to answer.” He switches to the other cheek and your arm shoots out from under you, aching to grab for something while you endured your punishment. “Stay still or we’ll be here longer.”

He swipes your hair away from your face and you get a glimpse at him, swollen lip as he breathes heavy, face flushed and gorgeous under the sun. Fuck, you were going to come just by looking at him. You nod and he winks down at you.

“Oh, honey, I forgot to initiate the count. Guess we have to start again.” He hums and makes you count to fifteen, tears rolling down your face by the time the last one hits your skin. “Oh, baby come here.” He scoops you up into his lap, legs pulled around his waist to straddle him as he coos at you, peppering your face with kisses. You squirm again when his raging hard on comes in contact with your soaked center and he can’t help but chuckle. “You need me, baby?” you nod and pout and scratch at his neck when you kiss him wantonly, moaning into each other’s tongues as he squeezes you with his large hands.

Bucky infuriated you to no end as both of you tried to control each other, fighting fire with fire, all-consuming with nothing left in your path. You made him crazy when you told him no just to piss him off even when you agreed with him or wanted the same things. And yet he wouldn’t change anything that he had with you. You kept each other on your toes, pulling each other’s string and getting on your last nerves.

Bucky pulls back from the kiss and you start sucking on his neck. “You wanna go inside for this or—“

“No—here—now. Please—“ you rush to tell him pulling at his belt as you kneel to get rid of his pants. He chuckles but agrees, gripping the side of your panties and ripping it in half, tossing it on the pool. He helps you pull his pants enough for his cock already leaking and flushed pink when you finally take it out.

He aligns himself quickly, rubbing the tip into your slick folds before the head penetrates your tight entrance. Fuck, you both cuss at the pressure and the heat. Bucky looks up at you in reverence as your face contorts while your pussy tries to accommodate him, mouth dropping open, no sound coming out just puffs of air that blow on his face. You looked beautiful as the sunlight formed a crown behind you as he splits you in half.

You whine when he finally reaches his hilt, nails digging into his skin as you try to regain your bearings. He does an experimental thrust and you cry out in pleasure, a sound he’ll never get tired of. He lets you set the pace first, he had to be as coherent as possible so he can see your face when you come on his cock.

“Go ahead baby, ride this dick. Make yourself come on your cock, sweetheart.” You nod and begin to move back and forth, using his shoulders as leverage. You swear softly, always surprised at his size and the magic that your body conjures to accommodate him—to take every inch of him with joy. You grind down on him as his hand palms your tits, pulling and twisting on your taut nipples until he pulls down your dress and puts them inside his heavenly mouth. He laps at them, teasing the peaks with the tip of his tongue and nipping at them with teeth. His hand then travels south and cups your ass making you whine and pull up. You sit on him heavily and the both of you grunt from the pressure.

“Again. Do that again—“ he scrapes his teeth on your jaw and licks you there when you do as he says and your core clenches harder at the impact. Bucky encourages you with dirty sweet things. Best pussy I’ve ever had, only pussy I need, soak me honey, fuck please, I need you to cream all over me.

When you pace falters, he takes over and thrusts up into you. Pace faster and harsher than your own, every stroke hitting you deliciously. He pulls one of your legs higher, almost at his shoulder level until he rolls you on your back, cupping the back of your head against the cool tile surface. The change of position gives him more access and he takes himself deeper.

The pain on your ass calls out to you and with all your strength you push at Bucky’s shoulder until you switch positions and you’re atop him again. You close your eyes and ride him faster, he assists you with two fingers to your clit and it powers you through and through, head raised to the clear blue skies until you get thrown into your climax. You clench around Bucky and he growls at the way your pussy tries to suck him all in. Your release triggers his and with a couple more strokes he fills you with his warmth, painting you with his seed, slowly thrusting up into you to mark every thing inside.

He places his hand around your throat as you savor your pleasure, writhing in his hold. He gives you a languid kiss as you come down from your high, rubbing soothing patterns on your back as his spend leaks out of you.

“God, I needed that. I-I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier,” you shyly tuck yourself in the crook of his neck, lying on top of him after getting post nut clarity of your behavior.

“Worth missing two hundred million?” you slap him on the chest and he chuckles, cupping your backside and making you hiss. “So… you in this vacation with me now or do you have anymore more calls to make?”

You sit up still straddling him, his cock still lodged inside you while his come escapes in thick, creamy waves. You smile down at him and clench your pussy around his semi hard on.

“If you eat me out until I pass out, I’ll throw my phone over the balcony and into the sea.” You slowly pull yourself off him and wobble back into the house.

“Fuck!” Bucky tucks his hardening self inside his pants again as he goes after you but not before picking up your ringing phone and turning it off, chucking it off into the bushes. “Wait up! Give me that pussy!”

Andrew Garfield: “To heal the most traumatic moment of his own life through doing it for his younger brother. Making sure that he didn’t have the same fate, there’s something cosmically beautiful about that. It meant getting a second chance at saving Gwen.”

SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME (2021) dir. Jon Watts Screenplay by Chris McKenna & Erik Sommers

SEBASTIAN STAN 2022 | Greg Swales ph. for L’Officiel USA

I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCHHHH AAAAA

She said, "What's on your mind?"// I said, "Your skin"

Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, Established relationship, Mirror stuff, like pussy worship if you squint

Author’s Note: I just think we should all be more comfortable looking at ourselves and getting to know our bodies and I like to image Matt would want that too. I really need to wash my hair but I also just ate so I wrote this while I waited for my stomach to settle

Post-orgasm Matt was clingy and soft but he claimed that was only for you. After a round of morning sex, you and him were on top of the covers. You were leaning against the headboard. His head was on your mound with his right ear pressed against your crotch while you played with his hair. You weren’t sure if he was listening to his cum moving around in your uterus or the pulse that was still throbbing in your loins.

There was a mirror parallel to where you and Matt were laying, giving the perfect view of your post-orgasmic state. Even though you knew he wasn’t, the way Matt’s head was resting it was almost like he was looking directly at your body in the mirror. “Tell me what you look like”

You rolled your eyes. “Matt you know what I look like.” You went on to give a very utilitarian description of the colour of your hair, your eyes, your height, your body type all the standard stuff that would show up if you got roped into more of Matt’s shenanigans and ended up as a fugitive on Unsolved Mysteries.

“That’s not what I mean.” Matt hooks his hands underneath the flesh of your thighs and spreads your legs as far as they would go, having your plush, dewy folds completely exposed in the reflection of the mirror. You had never really seen yourself like this.

“Every time I think I’ve got your body mapped and figured out there’s always something new that I find that takes my breath away.” You smiled thinking about the other night when Matt shifted the angle of his thrust. He found a new spot inside of you that made his breath hitch and you moan so pretty around his cock.

Matt’s fingers parted your labia using two fingers to hold the puffy lips apart to expose your glistening flesh. “So tell me, gorgeous, what do you look like?”

Part 2

           𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕

summary ─ an eye contact. dogs. sunset. cool drink offer. comfy bed. 

pairing ─ rich!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, light dirty talk, pet names, kissing, making out, semi-public sex, summer fling, attraction at first sight (pun intended), slightly grumpy!bucky, and slightly sunshine!reader, bucky’s huge (a reminder), protected sex, bucky is a softie alright

a/n ─ hello!! i’m back with a new series (watch me abandon it lmao). i don’t have any memories of writing this so pls excuse all the mistakes. hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank you <333

The sun was burning his skin for the past two hours as he laid beneath it, on the hot sand with only a thin towel separating them. His hair was down, fanned out on the small pillow he made out of his t-shirts. He had his sunglasses on a couple hours ago, but he ditched in order to get a proper tan on his face. His skin smelled vaguely of sunscreen, salty ocean water and something so unique to him. His muscled, long and thick legs were extended in front of him, his shorts coming down to only two fingers above his knees.

He felt peaceful laying under the sun like that.

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words to use when writing

Appetite:

craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal

Arouse:

agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

Assault:

attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound

Beautiful: 

admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting

Brutal:

atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild

Burly:

able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed

Carnal:

animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean

Dangerous:

alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous

Dark:

atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched

Delicious:

enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty

Ecstasy:

delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled

Ecstatic:

delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild

Erotic:

amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing

Gasp:

catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded 

Heated:

ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous

Hunger:

appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst

Hungry:

avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting

Intense:

forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous

Liquid:

damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping

Lithe:

agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry

Moan:

beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl

Moving:

(exciting,) affecting, effective  arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling

Need:

compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen

Pain: 

ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart

Painful:

aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded

Perverted: 

aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile 

Pleasurable:

charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent

Pleasure:

bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven 

Rapacious:

avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering

Rapture:

bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy

Rigid:

adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering

Sudden:

abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning

Thrust:

(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel

(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick

Thunder-struck:

amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback 

Torment:

agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe

Touch:

(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap 

(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize

Wet:

bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water

Wicked:

abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched

Writhe: 

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Stay A While?

-----pairing: neighbour!Bucky x reader

Summary: Living with your family in Brooklyn, a few years prior a man named Bucky moved back home and in next door to you. He lived alone and had no family besides his friend Sam’s family but as they lived quite a distance away, he would spend holidays and events with you and your family. You had always found him attractive and would spend almost all of your free time over at his place. It was summer vacation and your family was taking a vacation to visit relatives but you chose to stay behind… and alone with one James Buchanan Barnes.

A/N: This fic was inspired by ‘Crave’ by @bonky-n-steeb, which can be found HERE. I also think that this might be my dirtiest fic yet and I am living for it.

Warnings: unprotected sex, insemination, pet names (doll, hon), orgasm control, alcohol, couch sex, cockwarming

You stand from your seat on the couch in your living room and turn off the TV. Your family has been gone only 4 days and you’re already bored out of your mind and you’ve done practically everything there is to do; baking, cleaning, crafts, rearranging, home workouts, all of it.

After standing meaninglessly in the middle of your living room thinking for a moment, you realize that there’s one last thing to do that you’d completely forgotten about: Bucky.

You hurry upstairs and freshen up, change, and neaten your appearance before running back down the stairs and out the door, headed to Bucky’s place.

You open the unlocked front door and step inside. You are immediately engulfed into the comforting atmosphere of Bucky’s house: warm 40s records playing from the kitchen, shaded lamps lighting up the rooms rather than white LED bulbs, and light browns and pale beiges colouring the furniture and walls.

“Buck? It’s Y/N!” you call out, making your presence known.

“Upstairs,” he replies from the floor above you.

You head up the hardwood stairs and, at the top, you see into Bucky’s bedroom at the end of the hall. You can’t help but take an eyeful of the shirtless, wet-haired super-soldier standing 18 feet away from you as you freeze at the top of the stairs. It feels wrong to be eyeing your neighbour this way but you can’t seem to peel your eyes off of the sight.

He drapes a light grey t-shirt over his shoulders before turning toward you and pulling it the rest of the way down.

“Like what you see?” he jokes as he brushes past you down the stairs.

You want to say yes, absolutely yes, but you know you won’t. So, you follow his path down the stairs a few moments after him, flustered.

You follow him into the kitchen as he pours himself a glass of whiskey.

“Want a drink?” he asks.

“Sure,” you respond, sitting opposite of him on a stool behind the counter.

He pours you a glass of the amber and slides it across the island to you as he leans his forearms on the edge.

“So, what do you want to do?” he asks, studying your face.

‘Fuck you Bucky. I wanna ride that super-soldier serum out of you drop by drop.’ you think to yourself, cheeks burning as he stares into your averted eyes. You take a moderate sip of the tingly liquid and place it back down before responding; “Have you seen Hamilton?” you ask after a brief pause.

“Yeah. Sam’s nephews made me watch it about six times before they got tired of it. Only took a week.”, he responds with small sarcasm.

“Well… do you wanna watch it?” you ask cautiously.

He raises an eyebrow before shaking his head.

“Sure, why not,” he responds with a small smile.

You can’t help but smile, too. A friend of yours had sent you some tracks from the Hamilton soundtrack and got you hooked on them a while back, just before Bucky moved in.

“What time is it?” he asks and nods to your pocket.

You pull your phone from your back pocket and check the time.

“10:37,” you respond.

He raises an eyebrow.

“Almost 11? It looks like 8!” he exclaims as you both look out the kitchen window just above the stainless-steel sink.

“The sun rises late in fall, genius. I thought you said you grew up here?” you say, tauntingly, as you stand from the stool and wander off into the living room. Bucky follows you across the floor.

“First of all, the sun set differently 70-something years ago, alright? Other than missions I didn’t get to see sunsets. I was locked in a damn freezer.” he retaliates, mocking his trauma as he takes another gulp from his patterned glass.

You set your glass on the coffee table in front of the couch and turn on the TV. He sinks into the couch on your left and places his glass next to yours. You put Hamilton on pause before rushing back into the kitchen to grab the rest of the bottle of Bucky’s whiskey.

“Really?” he asks with a monotone voice as you set it on the coffee table between the glasses.

“Why not,” you shrug before pressing play on the remote.

The first track plays and you curl up into the middle of the couch, tucking your knees up beside you.

—

As one of the tracks is performed on the screen, you can’t help but think about Bucky’s history as you process the lines. You look across the couch at the man watching the play intently, clearly relaxed and comfortable with the presences around him.

You again can’t seem to take your eyes off of him, admiring his blue eyes flicking around the screen as he watches the cast’s movements, admiring the dip in his cheek where he chews the inside of his mouth subconsciously.

You feel warm inside at the sight of him in such a natural, content state just down the couch from you.

Further lyrics provoke thought in you as you admire Bucky. The idea of shooting your shot with your neighbour pulses throughout your mind and you can’t help but shift in your spot.

Apparently, it’s enough movement to pique Bucky’s interest and he looks toward you.

“You alright?” he asks, dipping his brows.

“Yeah, why?” you flush as you realize how much you’d been moving.

“No reason.” He responds, hesitantly turning back to the TV.

You finally make up your mind.

Fuck it.

Moving closer to Bucky on the couch, you start to involve yourself more in his presence. As you sit next to him, you drop your head onto his broad shoulder; it isn’t abnormal of you, you do it all the time.

You continue watching the play— well, he does all the while you’re too busy in your head mapping out further actions.

You bend forward and grab the glasses from the coffee table, passing him his. As you retract your hand from his glass once he’s grabbed it, you subtly brush the side of your hand across his inner thigh. He sharply inhales from the contact, barely noticeable, but lucky for you, you noticed.

For the next twenty-or-so minutes, you make subtle movements to diverge Bucky’s attention. You would press the side of your hip into his thigh, fidget mesmerizingly with your fingers, and rest your head on his shoulder so he could just barely feel your breath fanning down the side of his neck.

Apparently, he’d caught on, because he began to do the same to you: brushing his hand across your lower back while reaching for the remote beside you to alter the volume, passing his pinky and ring fingers down your thigh while reaching for his drink, etc.

You get nothing if you wait for it, wait for it, wait

You look up to him through the corner of your eye only to see him already staring down at you. He places his right hand on your jaw and leans down the short distance to your lips, kissing you once, slowly. Your faces part after a quick moment and you both look in different directions.

“I’ve been waiting a while for that,” he states.

Silence.

“That was wrong,” you add as you fully process what just happened before shuffling into the back of the couch, not moving away from Bucky, just backward. He sighs and lets his head fall back, face scrunched into a sour canvas of regret. You two sit there for a moment as you think. “I never said I didn’t like it,” you speak into the quiet musical atmosphere.

Non-stop!

Bucky quickly swings his head back to face you and scans over your suggestive expression before reattaching your lips. You deepen the kiss by climbing over him and straddling his lap— slightly grinding onto his crotch. He holds your waist, pulling you closer to himself and toys with the hem of your shirt. Your movement stutters for a moment but then you lift the shirt over your head and toss it across the couch. Bucky eyes the flesh displayed by the push-up of your bra and runs his hand up and down your back slowly, gently pushing you back down to his face. He kisses from your lips, down your jawline, to your neck, across your collarbone, and eventually leaves a combination of light and dark hickeys spread across your chest.

He stands from the couch, holding you around his waist by the thighs and still attached via the kiss, and places you on your back along the couch. He hovers over you for a brief second before standing all the way up and peeling the fresh shirt off of himself. He climbs onto the couch on his knees and parts your legs before crawling between them and kissing you once again. He squeezes your thigh tightly as he makes out with you, not wanting you to go anywhere. You reach down and try to wiggle yourself out of your jeans but can only reach so far. He notices and pulls them down your legs with one hand, pulling one pant leg at a time. When he gets them to your ankles, you kick them off and they join the party of clothing at the other end of the couch. The kissing seems endless so to get a small break, you pull at the waist of his dark-washed jeans. He stands and pulls them off to reveal his previously hidden very hard, very large dick pitching a tent in his grey boxers. You chuckle in surprise, raising your eyebrows as you imagine the many things he could do to you.

“What? You’ve never seen a real man’s cock before?” he asks tauntingly, a massive smirk plastered on his face as he looks you in the eyes and lowers himself back between your legs— back to your lips.

Helpless

He lifts himself up and pushes himself backward along the couch, ending up at his final destination: between your legs. You lift your hips from the cushion for him and he slowly pulls your underwear off, keeping eye contact with him. You feel your cheeks burn a hot rod red as he eyes your heat, his pupils outweighing the blue of his eyes.

Once your underwear are all the way off, he wastes no time in getting to taste you. The second he is able to get back between your legs, his mouth is eating you out like it’s his last meal ever or his first in ages. The lewd sounds alone are enough to make you wanna cum + his occasional groans and constant squeezing of your thighs = you, a hot, moaning, squirming mess.

Your closed fists pull on his dark hair harder and harder as you get closer and closer which doesn’t take long.

Barnes works quickly and efficiently.

He laps his spit mixed with your arousal out from your lips like an animal, bringing you to a fast closing. With the harsh flicking of his tongue against your clit and the pressure of his middle finger up against your front wall, you feel your body convulse as if you’d just lost all control of it and stars form behind your eyelids. Bucky doesn’t slow or pause, though. He keeps working you overtime to make sure you’re absolutely empty for him.

He resurfaces to your face, dragging his Vibranium arm along behind himself, up across your heat and all along your stomach, giving you chills. He kisses you deeply and you taste yourself on him which was something you’d only ever imagined in wet dreams of him. You glide your hands down his abs and pull his boxers to his thighs. He takes them the rest of the way and you both sit in anticipation for a moment watching the precum leak from his tip and roll down the side. You sit up a bit and remove your bra, laying back down, flat on your back.

He takes in an absolute eyeful of your boobs and then lines himself up with you. He stares intensely into your eyes before speaking:

“Are you absolutely sure you wanna do this? It’s not just something we can undo, y’know,” he mutters, so close to your face that you can feel his eyelashes blow small, soft breezes onto your skin every time he blinks.

“Ab-so-lute-ly, Barnes,” you state cheekily as you sneak your hand around his length, softly gliding your thumb around his tip, evenly spreading his precum around.

He shudders at the feeling and wraps his hand around your closed hand and pushes himself into you slowly. Your mouth stays open at the feeling of the stretch but no sound comes out. Once he is all the way in, he keeps your hands together, interlacing your fingers and pressing your hands into the couch right beside your head. You let out occasional breathy moans as he pushes his hips into yours over and over, so far in that his pubic bone presses into your clit. When you let out one particularly voiced moan, his hips stutter as you tighten around him.

“God, you’re tight,” he chuckles, giving you butterflies and making your cheeks flush.

“Been some time,” you respond with a small awkward smile.

“Me too, give or take 70 years,” he jokes.

You both giggle. When he first moved in, he was relatively closed off but friendly. Once you started to make conversation with him and open up to him, he began to do the same. You eventually became sort of therapists for one another— he trusted you a lot. He lowers himself onto you so that you’re chest to chest, holding his weight on his right forearm, also placed beside you.

He takes his time with you and moves at a moderate-to-slow pace, pulling almost all the way out and pushing in as far as your cervix will let him. You arch your back off of the couch as you revel in the feeling of his dick stretching you around him and pressing up on your cervix with every thrust.

“Bucky, faster…” you moan out quietly.

He smirks up at you and begins to pick up his pace, keeping his thrusts deep and drawn-out. He lifts his torso back up off of you and holds himself up on your interlaced hands as he grabs your right hip. His fingertips press into your skin gently, pressing harder and harder as time goes on. He doesn’t try to hide his moans— he trusts you, plus every time he moans, you tighten around him.

You rock your hips against his in anticipation for your highly needed orgasm and he picks up the pace once again. He tilts his head down to watch the way your lips tuck with every push into you. He moans out when you tighten yourself around him to get his attention. He looks up at you with hooded eyes mostly made up of the black of his pupils and only small rings of ashy blue.

“Let’s flip,” you say with a smirk on your face, knowing he’ll comply. His mouth falls open as he pulls out of you and for a brief second gets to see the way your slick shines as small amounts of it leak from you. You stand from the couch and move to the middle while Bucky pushes himself up against the armrest on his back. You climb back onto the couch on one knee, supporting yourself from the ground with your other leg, and grab his wet cock in your hand, stroking it as you position yourself. You lower yourself closer to him and rub his tip along your heat, pushing it around, through your lips. You watch his face as he furrows his eyebrows and purses his lips in restraint, watching what you’re doing to him with a heavy glare.

After you’ve had enough with the teasing, you slowly start to lower yourself onto him, stopping after every short distance to pull him back out and start over until you hit the bottom. Once he is all the way in you, it feels much deeper than before and his face relaxes in relief but his eyebrows stay furrowed and the wrinkle between his brows remains. He puts his hands on your hips and guides you up and down his thick length, feeling your tight rim, smooth walls, and the pressure of your cervix into his tip welcome him every time. He makes mental notes of how it feels to be inside of you while you just take in the sight below you. You move a hand down south and begin to rub back and forth against your clit, eyes and head rolling back as you do so. You feel your high approaching quickly and start to move both your fingers and your body faster before you feel the cold metal of Bucky’s left hand pulling your hand away from yourself.

You open your eyes and retreat your head to face him but before you can process it, his thumb begins flicking your clit incredibly forcefully and fast. You cry out at the sensation— so overwhelming but so great— and feel Bucky twitch inside of you. He pushes your hips forward and inserts a finger into you in front of his cock, stretching you to a burning feeling. You want him to ditch the finger and stick to only the dick but before you know it, he’s moving his fingers and dick at the same time and you can’t help but feel like you’re floating in euphoria. Bucky removes the finger, slightly disappointing you. Then, he grabs your thigh on the couch and holds you in place, using his other 4 metal fingers to hold your hip on the opposite side of your body in place as well, still toying with your clit.

You look down at him through teary eyes to see him with wide eyes and a proud face like a kid in a candy store.

“Buck…”, you begin before being cut off by a wave of pressure into your abdomen.

You double over onto bucky, resting your forehead on his as he pounds into you from below deep, fast, and hard. You both watch from above as your fluids drip down onto him while he rearranges your guts.

“Buck! I’m gonna cum…” you cry, then weep to him, gripping his shoulders like your life depended on it.

“Hang on to it for me, alright, doll? I just need you to hang on…” he says nearly out of breath.

You find yourself at a loss and almost unable to hold it back anymore, a tear rolling down your cheek and onto his face.

“Bucky!” you whine.

His face scrunches up, then relaxes as he moans loudly, looking back at the mess you’re making on him.

“Now, hon” he permits. He puts more pressure onto your clit and picks up the pace, sending you over the edge. You arch your back, digging your fingernails into his shoulder blades and rocking your hips as your high begins. “That’s it, cum for me. I’ve got you…” he reassures, intensifying your orgasm. You moan out into the closed pocket of air between you and Bucky’s chests as you press your forehead to his chin. “Give it all to me. You’re okay,” he says into the top of your head.

Your high begins to come down but just before you finish, Bucky lets out a loud, stuttered groan as you feel the tickle and warmth of his cum shooting into your abdomen as he continues to fuck you from below. You feel another orgasm come up and you still haven’t even finished the first yet.

“Bucky!” you yell out as you push your hips down onto him, breaking the restraint of Bucky’s hands on your hips. You press your hips up and down onto him as he meets your movements. You press your mouths together and tongue at each other's throats as you finish your orgasms at the same time. Once you’ve both finished, the kiss melts into a much less intense one as you lift yourself off of Bucky’s dick. It falls between his legs and you move up to sit on his lower abdomen and lay on his chest. You lay there together with your eyes closed as you listen to the music play from the TV and Bucky strokes your back with his fingertips while you play with his hair gently in one hand. He can feel his cum slowly dripping out of you and onto his abdomen.

“Stay a while?” Bucky requests.