beauty-of-depravation

[beauty-of-depravation]

Me harassing the heart button hoping to express how much i love this 😭 this is the hottest thing.

I want bucky to call me little girl while fucking me like his personal fleshlight.

Raw | bucky barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: she just wants bucky to fucking destroy her insides and rearrange her guts, but bucky's scared so he rejects her before another one of their love making sessions. she gets mad so making him jealous is the only way left to get him to fulfill her fantasies.

warnings: jealous!bucky, possessive!bucky, rough sex, breeding kink if you squint, strong language, degradation, a little angst, slapping, spit kink, angry bucky, choking, unprotected sex (wrap y'alls fucking sausages you guys) bucky calls reader 'little girl' i think that needs a warning of it's own

She can feel his eyes on her figure as she dances; her hips sinfully pressing against the stranger's front, his fingers dancing over her exposed waist and lips placing open mouthed kisses against her sweaty neck.

She's playing with fire, she knows it. Knows how jealous Bucky gets when he sees her with another man. But she wants him, not his unsure touches and gentle fingers that treated her like a porcelain doll— no.

She wanted his rough movements. She wanted his stubble to scrape against her inner thighs. His teeth to nibble at her skin, fingers calloused from fights to pinch every part of hers that was calling out to him— she wanted him to corrupt her. Break her. Make her reach her limits, though she feels like with him she doesn't have any. She wants him to fucking ruin her.

Her eyes make contact with his dazzling blue ones, which, even in the dark club seem to be shining more than ever. The red and blue neon lights cast shadows over his figure as his jaw clenches, grip tightening on the glass he seems to be holding but not bothering to take a sip from ever since he got there with the rest of the gang.

To provoke him further, she reaches out behind her and grips the stranger's head, pulling him closer to her. With a slight upward curve of her red tainted lips, she smirks at him and he breaks.

She feels him before she can see him. His metal arm grips her waist, and with one glare at the stranger he has her pressed against himself. His flesh hand finds it's way into her hair and he yanks her head back, nostrils flaring when he sees her smirk grow wider.

"It's not been one day and you're acting like a fuckin' whore." He breathes out right into her ear, "And just because I rejected you? Pathetic, even for you."

His tone is fucking condescending and it makes her blood boil. She pushes him away with all her strength and flips her hair, scoffing up at him.

"Don't flatter yourself, Barnes. Rejected me?" She huffs out a bitter laugh, "I always knew you'd come running back to me. No other girl can make your dick hard the way I can."

His eyes darken immensely. She realizes that the two of them are having a full possessive fight in the middle of the dancefloor and before she manages to embarrass herself by continuing the fight which would probably end up with her on her knees and his cock in her mouth, she glares at him and walks away.

She knows that he'd follow her. Which is why she chooses to go right into the bathroom where they'll have a chance at privacy.

She was right, because as soon as she's looking into the mirror to fix her hair, she hears the lock click and sees Bucky leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest.

"You make me sick." She stares at him in the mirror.

"I could say the same about ya."

She grinds her teeth, "I'm sick of you pretending that you don't want me."

Bucky huffs out a sarcastic chuckle at that, shaking his head in disbelief, "What part of 'I will absolutely destroy you' can't get through your thick skull? You can't possibly expect me to lose control around you, no matter how fuckin' hard it is."

She turns around to look at him, eyebrows furrowed. "What part of 'I want you to destroy me' do you not understand, James? I've done fucking everything to make you understand that I can protect myself, that i'm sure you will never hurt me. I'm tired of you treating me like a doll that would break with the slightest of touches. I see it in your eyes how much you want to fulfill my dreams and fantasies, but holding yourself back just because you think I can't hold my own is pretty dumb of you, I must say."

Bucky sighs, glancing down at the floor, "You have no idea how I get when I lose control."

"Then fucking show me." His head snaps up, "Or I won't expect you to be there to watch and come swooping in the next time I go whoring around looking for someone who fucks me like a bitch in hea—"

She doesn't get the chance to finish as she's pressed against the wall, metal arm against her throat and a furious Bucky glaring into her eyes.

"I'm not fuckin' leavin' you alone ever again. Not even after that empty threat." He swallows hard, tightening his grip around her throat as her lips fall open, "You're mine."

A dry chuckle leaves her mouth, she sounds like she's choking but for some reason even that is attractive to Bucky, "Prove it."

His lips crash into hers and he hoists her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as her arms wrap around his neck. He prods her lips with his tongue, nipping at her bottom lip with his teeth making her gasp before his tongue enters her mouth and explores every inch of her sweetness. They're breathing hard through their nose, revelling in each other's taste. She can feel his dick hardening and he presses it hard against her clothed cunt, making a throaty moan escape her parted lips.

"Bucky, please—" she begs as he starts kissing down her neck, his teeth nibbling on her collarbone, hands trying to unzip his jeans. She's panting hard, eyes closed and Bucky really wants to ravish her right there, against the cold and dirty wall.

"I won't be able to stop." He whispers against her skin and she helps him pull himself out of his pants.

"Fucking don't."

That's all it takes him before he runs his hands up her legs and thrusts his whole cock inside her without any prep. She cries out in a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure, but he doesn't give her time to adjust before he's fucking her raw without so much as a thought. He's fucking her like an animal— loud grunts leaving his mouth as her hands scramble to hold onto him. He doesn't have any of it though, takes both of them with one hand and holds them over her head as his metal arm wraps around her throat again, fucking her to the point she starts crying.

"Fuck, Bucky!" she cries out and he throws his head back, eyes closing shut.

"This is what you wanted, right?" He thrusts harder, angling his hips better so his dick presses right into her g-spot, making her gasp, "Me using you as nothing but a fucktoy, my thick cock fuckin' ruining that sloppy cunt of yours till you beg me to stop?"

His dirty mouth keeps her going as she feels herself getting close. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to get out of his tight grip because she just wants to touch him but he's not letting her. He groans loudly on hearing her moan his name like a prayer— bucky bucky bucky please bucky.

Her legs feel like jello when he speaks up next, "Open your mouth, little girl."

She obeys, slipping into her submissive role. He spits into her mouth.

Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she swallows and opens her mouth again, but before she knows it his metal arm connects with her cheek and she's abruptly facing towards the right.

She cries out at the burn.

"Don't be a fuckin—" he accentuates his words with a harsh thrust, "Greedy bitch and take what I give you."

He doesn't let her breathe, hips snapping so rapidly into hers, dick piercing through her tight little cunt and her fluids dripping all over her thighs— she's about to cum.

"Bucky— fuck, Bucky i'm about to cum—"

"Hold it."

She starts crying at that, fresh angry tears rolling down her cheeks and ruining all her makeup. She slams her head back into the wall, "Bucky please."

"I said hold it, little girl."

She starts begging even more, completely letting go of her pride and dignity as she cries about him not letting her cum. All that escapes her lips is a string of let me cum i can't take it please bucky, please and he smirks at that, shoving his fingers into her throat.

"That will shut you up for a while. This is what you wanted anyways, fuckin' bitch." She gags on his fingers, her pussy clenching sinfully around his cock, making him moan. "Why beg me to fuck you like a whore— fuck— when you can't take it, huh?"

She moans around his fingers, spit running down her chin as her pussy keeps clenching around his abnormally large and thick cock. She's eternally grateful to all the gods when he orders her to cum.

And fucking hell— she's never had an orgasm that powerful before. She sees stars as her whole body tenses up, an embarrassing groan leaving her throat as the milky white fluid runs down her pussy in such a filthy manner, even the kinkiest of the bunch would have looked away.

That doesn't stop Bucky from thrusting into her. He goes even faster as her body goes limp in his arms, using her pussy as a means to achieve his own well earned orgasm. Her cum works as lube, sliding in and out of her even easier and his energy doesn't falter when he holds her against the wall by the throat and breeds her like a bitch in heat.

With a last groan, he spills into her, thrusts turning sloppier as her pussy milks his cock like there's no tomorrow. She whimpers and he slowly and carefully pulls out of her, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. He offers her support with one arm while zipping his jeans with the other, and then pulls her into his arms.

"Fuck." she whispers and he cradles her head against his chest. Without another word, he hoists her up and walks out of the bathroom, where there were a few angry teenagers waiting for them to get the hell out the bathroom.

Steve, Natasha and Sam give their passing figures a knowing smile as he walks out of the club and offers to get her home and when she gives him a lazy smile in return, he feels his heart skip a beat.

Love is a fucking bitch.

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I'm crying.

Read it ! Read it ! Read it !

This is fantastic 👌♥️

I'm broken 💔💔

𝒕𝒉𝒆 (𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓) 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚

summary ─ “why don’t we have this thing they call goodbye sex? one last time.” he leaned forward, his lips brushing your ear. “i’ll make it good for you.”

pairing ─ fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader 

warnings ─ smut, +18, alcohol usage, exes, goodbye sex, light angst, dirty talk, pet names, drunkiness, oral sex, choking, riding, mentions of infidelity/cheating, bucky gets around is what i meant, mean!bucky (not extreme, just a bit heartless), sort of one night stand

a/n ─ you can thank @clementinesandstars​​ for the idea they provided. without their idea, this fic wouldn’t be happening probably lol i really hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do, thank youuu <33

Crowds weren’t your thing most of the time, but tonight, it was a nice way of distracting yourself. Sweaty, half-drunk and half-naked bodies were grinding each other, bass boosted house music was blasting on the speakers, you almost forgot why you were sad this morning.

The alcohol in your hand had something to do with it, too. Closing your eyes, you tipped your head back and continued to dance.

This was probably the last party you might be able to attend in the next month or so since your exams were starting in a week. You were going to be busy as hell and you wanted to let it loose before the freight train hit you.

Afficher davantage

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #the (after) party

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That...god i didn't pay attention, but ...😭😭😭 The idea of it, my heart hurts

Sam: It’s your bed, right? Your bed, it’s too soft. When I was over there, I’d sleep on the ground, use rock for pillows, like a caveman. Now I’m home, lying in my bed, and it’s like… Steve: Lying on a marshmallow. Feel like I’m gonna sink right to the floor.

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021) // Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)

#tfatws #bucky barnes

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Tears in my eyes.

This was beautiful.

And érotic.

And poetic.

Just 💘💘💘

Prompt: “Open your eyes, Baby. Lemme see how far gone you are.”

Requested by: @msmarvelwrites 😘 I couldn’t make this anything but heart-wrenching. Because hello, it’s you. Thank you for everything, Queen. I couldn’t do any of it without you 🖤

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 659

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mentions of trauma, angst, fluff, vaginal sex. 18+.

There was no greater sight than Bucky Barnes falling apart beneath you – one hand gripping his own hair at the roots, metal digits glinting in the dim glow of the bedside lamp as they grabbed at the covers next to him.

He was fucking ethereal.

Your fingertips traced every inch of his sculpted chest, dancing from nipple to nipple; the slightest of pinches causing him to writhe around in need.

“Please, Doll.” He whispered, your body still and straddling his own, his cock buried deep inside you.

It wasn’t about teasing him, even though the result of that was always desirable. You loved to just let him feel you. To show him that human touch could be something more than pain and torment.

Bucky had suffered far more than any normal person should ever be able to survive, but normal was the last thing Bucky could be compared to.

There was nothing normal about him. Every last inch of him was glorious; carved from seventy years of unimaginable sorrow.

Your chest both ached and swelled at the thought of all he’d had to endure to get to where he was in that moment, handing all control and power over to you.

“Need you to move – fuck – please move.” Hooded eyes gazed up at you, the sting of cool metal curling around your waist as he begged you.

Undulating your hips just so, just enough for your fluttering walls to drag against his cock slightly, you couldn’t help but moan at the way his head rolled back against the pillow.

Your palms flat against his taut stomach, you rode him; so fucking softly, it almost drove you insane. It took all the restraint in the world not to quicken your movements, fuck him until he couldn’t take anymore – until you were both breathless and shaking.

But to watch Bucky slowly melt at your tender display? It felt like a privilege.

Watching him float on a cloud of nothing but bliss, starved for years of a gentle touch. And the fact that he trusted you, allowed himself to let go, and hand over the reins to someone else? It was nothing short of beautiful.

With each roll of your hips, each throb of his cock inside your pussy, he unravelled. Back arched off the bed, hands resting at your waist, eyes flickering closed.

He was a work of war-torn art.

“Open your eyes, Baby. Lemme see how far gone you are.” You hummed, reaching behind you, and cupping his balls in your hand.

You’d never tire of those eyes. Pupils blown wide, a bright cerulean glint just visible in the golden hue of the lamp, looking up at you with so much wonder; giving you a glimpse of a certain innocence buried deep within him for far too long.

“I love you, Baby. I love you so much.” You whispered, palms flat either side of his head, your breasts brushing against his chest – lips inches from his own. “Can you let go for me?”

It had taken months for Bucky to feel secure enough to let go completely, confiding that the only time he didn’t feel in control of himself was when he was in the throes of passion with you.

It scared him, triggered him in a way that he had never expected.

But now? Now you were just about the only person he could let that guard down around.

“You’re safe with me, Buck.” You promised, lips feathering against his own momentarily; his arms snaking up your back and holding you tight to his chest as he began to move inside of you. “Let go for me, Baby.”

And those moments when all he could feel was you, the only moments that he didn’t feel guilt, couldn’t possibly feel anything but love?

That’s what saved Bucky Barnes. Made him believe that maybe there was a life beyond the darkness.

Because you were his light.

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I have trouble thinking straight...this is amazing 😭❣️❣️

Bucky barnes w a spit kink 🤐

a/n: requests open 😄

warnings: smut, dom bucky, spitting

wc: 423

Bucky fucks you how you want to be fucked: fast, hard, and to completion. He gives you what you want, because you both know he can’t resist your cute little eyes and your pleading voice, and rarely will ask you to do something that only benefits him. You tell him what you like, what makes you feel good, and he does more of it, without question. He’s respectful, gentle, and kind—unless you ask him not to be—so it’s fair that you let him do what he wants sometimes; which is, almost always, spitting in your mouth.

His hand is around your throat, and his cock is slamming into you—the bed squeaking, your skin slapping together, you trying your hardest not to moan loud enough for the neighbors to hear. He’s telling you how pretty you look, how good you feel, how well you’re taking him. Your legs are over his shoulders, because he insisted he could get much deeper this way, and he was right.

Your eyes are closed, but you can feel him watching your chest heave and your mouth hang open in a silent scream that urges him to keep going.

“Fuck, Bucky!” You cry when he hits a spot inside of you that you’re sure is deeper than anyone has ever been before.

“Feel good?” He asks cockily. All you can do is nod. He continues to fuck you, finding your clit with his middle and ring fingers and rubbing harsh circles into it. “Answer me.”

“Yes! Fuck, yes, it feels good.” You breathe. “I’m gonna cum, Buck.”

“Okay, c’mon, cum for me.” He mumbles, speeding up his fingers and keeping up with the pace he set with his hips.

Your lower stomach grows tighter and your thighs begin to shake while you reach your release, your hips bucking away from the mattress and your eyes squeezing shut. He doesn’t stop his ministrations, just allows you to ride out your high while he chases his.

He finds it soon enough, and pulls out to finish on your stomach. He moans and grunts quietly while he watches his cum paint your skin.

“Look at me.” You listen, peering up at him through half-lidded eyes in a post-fuck haze. “Open your mouth.” When you do, he holds onto your hair and spits into your mouth roughly. “Swallow it.” You close your mouth and swallow, opening it again to show him it’s gone.

He smiles and kisses you, his lips finding your cheeks, your jaw, your neck. “I think we need a shower.”

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No, i know i didn't answer all your asks people,😂 I'm getting to it, but i'm always happy when you send them, and that's exactly what it looks like 😂❣️❣️❣️❣️

me sitting here waiting for bucky smut concepts/requests

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I imagine him on the thick side of things 🤤

how big yall think bucky’s dick is

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That's the best thing i have read about this man in a long time. This was FANTASTIC from first word to last. Gave me chills 💖💖

bucky kissing u for so long he runs out of breath / or his reaction to u calling him james

why not both

he’s been bucky for as long as he can remember. he’d always prefered it over james; a common kind of name that only his mother called him.

bucky barnes, the golden boy of 1940′s brooklyn. young women and men alike whispered his name between flashy grins when he stepped into the room, dragging out self assured smiles from his subconscious. 

“you save a dance for me, bucky?”

“y’ lookin real good tonight, bucky.”

and then the war happened, and he was barnes.

a title that demanded respect, accompanied by a wide eyed salute or a pat on the back. drunken soldiers calling him over to their table, mesmerised by stories of his courage. barnes made him feel strong, important in a way he never would again.

then came soldier.

barked commands and mission reports to strange men. sometimes it was soldat, paired with the handover of a weapon that decided fates to cruel to remember.

the name carried no emotion. 

the memories are a little hazy these days, but he remembers that. the awful, suffocating emptiness.

and then he was free. back to bucky. the white wolf, the survivor, the avenger. it felt good, to have his name back. something to live up to.

he can’t begin to explain what happens to him when you call him james for the first time. it slips from your pretty mouth without a second thought, tangled up beside him in ivory sheets.

he hasn’t heard the name in almost 70 years, the five letter word word tugging at his heartstrings in a way he’d forgotten it could.

he’d never wanted to be a james. it sounded too normal, too plain. but right now, he’d do anything to be normal again.

“say it again.” he breathes, heart beating out of his chest.

you furrow your brow, propping yourself up on your elbow as you process the demand.

“james?”

it’s not just the name, but the way you say it too. with such compassion, such adoration.

it ruins him.

he leans in to kiss you, hand curling around your jaw. he wants to disappear in your touch, live in your affection forever. you don’t know it, but you’ve given him a chance.

a chance to be someone different. not bucky, the ghost of a brooklynite social butterfly. not barnes, the wounded war veteran. certainly not soldier. they’re empty names, unfitting for the man he’s become. 

not bucky, not barnes, not soldier. james. 

a name associated with only the happiest of memories. chasing after his sisters on hot summer days in the park. braiding his mother’s hair in front of her chipped vanity. a name uttered by only the most important women in his life. it seems only fitting you use it, too. 

he pulls away only for lack of breath, heaving a little as he breaks the kiss.

“steady on.” you laugh, pressing a hand to your tightening chest.

he’s anything but steady, butterflies erupting in his stomach as he reaches for your hand. it’s unspoken, but you understand. 

it’s james, from now on. 

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Under My Roof

Under My Roof

A/N : this was supposed to come out for Valentine's day. And then life happend and I'm posting it a month later 😅 this is pure filth, it's only smut, PwP. This all started with a message exchange with the incredibly funny @badassbuchanan 😂 after sending her the second gif 😂

Word count : 8K

Warnings : dégradation and knife play so discrete you won't see it, exhibitionnisme...etc. +18 !!! Maybe a bit of angst I'm not even sure, and a cheesy poorly written ending. Enjoy !💘

Plot : your are Bucky's maid.

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You were lost in your thoughts, while walking back to Bucky Barnes's home. Your eyes wondering over the couples that walked past you.

Valentine's day. Again. You hated this day. This painful reminder of your loneliness. The reminder that you weren't with the man of your dreams. Well yes, indeed you were painfully close to the man of your dreams.

You change his sheets. Prepare his meals. Go grocery shopping for him. Clean his house. Take care of him when he was sick.

But you weren't with him. You were just the maid.

You were the one he sent to go buy flowers and a box of chocolate. A bouquet and sweets he would give to another woman tonight. While you would fall asleep, alone, in a house that was not yours. After completing tasks that were of no interest to you.

Of course you were more than well paid for your services, but ...you had no free time. You worked six days a week and on your only free day you were too exhausted to go out, so you stayed in your room all day sleeping or reading, which didn't allow you to build a single serious relationship in three years of this job. And ... if you were being totally honest...also the fact that you had the biggest crush on your boss.

And every Valentine's Day you'd remember that you.had.nothing. No boyfriend. No home for yourself. Every Valentine's Day you remember that you didn't build anything. You spend your life ordering the life of a man who does not see you. Around you your friends have homes of their own, husbands, children, a future. And you ...

Arggg! Getting into the house, you angrily put down the bouquet of flowers and the box of chocolate that Bucky asked you to buy for his evening date on the kitchen table. It was already about 5pm, normally you'd start on dinner but he told you not to cook tonight, and if you wanted you could have something delivered for yourself. Fuck him. Fuck Bucky Barnes.

You locked yourself in your room. And soon after, you hear him leave the house.

You try to read, but you can't concentrate. You go on tiktok and instagram, Tumblr and finally you end up on pornhub. Your eyes move from video to video and when you find something that appeals to you, your hand quickly slides straight inside your panties, Without giving the rest of your body any attention.

Your fingers find your clitoris, and begin to massage slowly, but as soon as the pleasure begin to rise, a pair of blue eyes appear in your memory, and your movements suddenly stop. No ! You don't want to think about him now!

You shake your head, breathe out, and try to refocus on the video. But as soon as your hand starts moving, it's his face that pops into your head, his voice, his smile, his body ... NO! It is pathetic. You can not let yourself think about your boss, who by the way must absolutely not be thinking about you at the moment, while masturbating on Valentine's Day. It's ... really pathetic. Suddenly angry at yourself, at him, and at the work, you close your porn and go to playstore.

You download the first three dating apps you find and sign up for the three. No way your spending Valentine's Day eating fast food on the sofa while thinking of your boss. Masturcraying is not for you, not today, not ever.

You choose your prettiest photo and select it as a profile picture. You select: "Partners near you". And just like that, the profiles appear on your screen, and you just have to pick and choose.

Few hours and some weirdos later, you are chatting with a nice guy, attractive enough, funny and chatty.

From Theo to Y/N « you want to go out ?»

From Y/N to Theo «yes ! Let me ask my boss first»

And then it occurred to you. He didn't even ask you if you had plans for tonight. He didn't even think about giving you your night.

Annoyed, you quickly texted

From Y/N to Mr.Barnes « Sir, i have plans, can i have my night?» you wait and wait...but the answer comes only half an hour later.

From Mr.Barnes to Y/N «No, you should have asked yesterday. I'm expecting a package around eight, please don't forget to pick it up»

From Y/N to Mr.Barnes «Please Sir, i never asked you for a day off. I'm feeling a little bit down. I really think going out would help, i could ask for mr's Happkins to reception the package, I'll get it first thing back»

From Mr.Barnes to Y/N «No. You'll have you little date in your free day. I'm busy i don't have time to text»

Fuck.him. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck. Him. Fuck him.

From Y/N to Mr Barnes «FUCK YOU.»

Delete.

From Y/N to Theo « My boss isn't here, wanna join?»

4 hours later.

You are drunk. Drunk on the best alcohol you ever had. Drunk on an alcohol you'd never be able to afford. Where did you get it from ? Bucky's cabinet.

He won't be here until tomorrow, you have all the time.

You turn your head to the cute guy next to you, curly blond hair, slim and tall and a shiny smile. Perfect.

You lean in to kiss him. You don't even remember he's name. You share the taste of the delicious alcohol on your tongues, you laugh between kisses, joke between messy body grabbing, and play cat and mouse around the table. Your tops are off, your lips swollen. «Eat me out»  you state, no second thought. «That's bold» he says, opening wide eyes but smiling. «I'm sick of being good...» «It's okey, i like bold»

You sit down on the couch, pull your skirt up, take off your panties, and lay back.

The boy doesn't wait to get on his knees between your legs, and he gets right to work. His tongue teasing your entrance, and his lips kissing your clit playfully.

Fuck Bucky. This is a nice boy. Fuck,Why are you thinking about Bucky ? And why is your heart tightening ? Fuck. Tonight you deserve better. This doesn't feel like enough. Not enough to fuck your boss out of your mind «Let's go to one of the rooms» you say purposefully.

He looks at you, eyes sparkly  «Whatever the lady asks for» the blond smiles at you, getting up, and ...not helping you get up. It's alright, you're not looking for romance any way.

You chose the nicest room. The biggest one, after Bucky's. As soon as you get in, the boys hand are on your waist, pulling you back against him. His lips on your neck making you giggle. He moves them to you breast, your only wearing your bra. «Can you help me take it off ? I have trouble with this things, bras hate me !» you laugh and help him take off the underwear as he unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the ground.

You feel yourself getting excited, this is so new to you ! Having a stranger in your big scary boss's house, and letting him fuck you. That's... liberating! And if you thought about feeling guilty, the way he replied to your message came to your mind and you'd just think “fuck him”

You jump on the bed, and invite your partner to join you, he does and as soon as he is next to you he attaches his mouth to one of your nipples, and his hand go directly to your pussy, teasing your entrance once again, you slid your hand towards his boxers, feeling his cock getting harder between your fingers as you pump up and down his lengh. You kiss slowly while teasing one another, moaning in each other's mouth.

But then, the blue eyes again. The metalic blue eyes of you boss appear in you mind. The beautiful mesmerizing blue eyes, that beautiful face, those lips, the smirk, the jaw the body, you wonder if his cock is thicker then ...OH DEAR GOD. THAT IS ENOUGH.

«Hey.» you awkwardly start. «Yeah ?»

«Wanna...get inside ?» (NDA : yes kids, sexe with a stranger is more awkward then sexy)

«Sure ! That's not an offer you say no to !» He stumble in the covers getting up, reach for his jeans and grabs a condom in the back pocket. He opens them and it takes few seconds of fumbling and shaky hands to get the condom in place, while you're lying there looking at him.

You both laugh awkwardly, as he gets on top of you, looks for the entrance few seconds, and start sliding inside. It feels nice. See ! you don't need fucking rude and sexy Mr.Barnes.

«Harder. Go harder.» he start thrusting faster, and you close your eyes. Concentrating on the feeling and the friction. but soon enough, the blue eyes try to make a new appearance, and you open back your eyes, to escape his.

He has nice hair. Nice blond locks. He looks cute, a slow building pleasure starts raising in your belly. Imagine his beared on your inner thighs, and his tongue battling your into submission, and ...his cock stretching your walls, and you orgasm is getting closer and closer, you push your hand over your mouth to keep your moans down, he doesn't go deep but he goes fast enough for you to feel ready to cum, on top of that you've been watching a lot of porn and dirty tumblr to get you there rapidly. and just as you pussy clenchs, he stops everything. Fuck Fuck Fuck, you try to buck your hips but nothing will save you, You just had a ruined orgasm !

«what, i, i !!! » « think someone is coming in.» he whispers.

You stop breathing as you hear a key turning in the lock.

The front door.

Fuck.

Only two people have this key, you ...and Barnes. Fuck. He is back.

Fuck Fuck Fuck. «My boss is back, fuck, hide !»

You put on your shirt no bra, your skirt no panties, you close the door of the room where you leave the boy, and run out at full speed. A second after you are in the living room, collecting his shirt on the couch, trying to hide the mess, you just have the time to push the empty alcohol bottle under the couch before Mr.Barnes appears.

«What are you doing ?» He says, suspicious, looking at you messy appearance. «Nothing, just cleaning.»

«at 11 pm ?» he raises a suspicious eyebrow. «I...icouldn't sleep.»

Your underwear. Shit. It's right on the edge of the couch. “Please don't notice, please don't notice, please don't notice” «well, since you are awake, could you draw me a bath ? I'm exhausted.» «Yes, sir.»

You go out as quick as possible, and passing by the end of the couch, you try to discreetly grab the underwear, you roll it in your fist, and run up the stairs. Once in the bathroom, you try to rearrange your hair, and start preparing the bath in a hurry, terrified at the thought that your boss could go to the friend's room you used (which he never does) and find your little...date.

While the water start to warm up, you hear the bathroom door open, and close in your back. And Mr Barnes just sits there, in your back, watching you, watching your every movement. Your fist is in front of you, tightly clenched on the underwear. His look is sharp, you feel it burning you skin, you are so aware of your own appearance. You are usually so put together. It must be the fist time in three years of working for him that he sees you in such a state.

What could he possibly be thinking. He is looking at you in such a way that your hands shake.

Maybe ...if he asks questions...you could tell him you were masturbating when he came in ? Sure it would be a shame, but ... It would be believable, and he would be to embarassed to look any further. You shake you head, trying to steady your hands, while adding salts in the water but then ... «You can go, I'll do that myself» he comes up right behind you, really really close.

He doesn't need to repeat himself, you furtively slip under his shoulder before running away

When you hear the bathroom door close again, you run towards the guest room and try to open the door quietly. But...it's locked. You try and try again and it's locked. «Hey it's me» you whisper. «Can I go now ?» Whispers the boy, from the other side. «Yeah, Open the door, why did you lock it ?»

«I didn't, i heard it get locked, i thought it was you.»

You brain stops working. Why would Barnes ever lock a guest room door ?

Deep inside you know. There is no other explanation. Your heart stops beating. But you head is desperately looking for any reason he would do that. There is none. There is only one : he knows. He know and you just lost your job. You feel tears gather in your eyes. God why did you have to be so stupid !? Sure, now is the time to regret. Fuck.

«I'll come back to open, can you just ...give me some time ?»

«What ? Are you fucking kidding me ?!»

You don't answer, and try opening the drawer where you know your boss puts a double of keys, but it's locked. You go to your room, think about gathering your personal effects, but then...your hands are shaking, and a small part of you still think "maybe he doesn't know, maybe there is an explanation"

You go back to the living room and start walking back and forth like a trapped animal. It lasts about twenty minutes. Until you hear it. You hear you name. From the bath room.

A commanding voice. Telling you to come here.

You hesitate a second.

But you have no choice.

You slowly start climbing the stairs.

Every step leading you to the bathroom is heavier then the one before.

Your heart is trapped in your throat.

You put your hand on the door lock. And try to catch you breathe. But suddenly the door opens and you are dragged inside by a firm hand around your wrist, before bumping into a hard chest. «Hey, there...» He whispers, in a dangerously calm voice.

You freeze.

He is naked, wrapped in only a tiny towel around his waist, holding you firmly against him.

You can feel his wet skin through your clothes. You don't now what to do, or what to say, but he doesn't seem to think the same. «Well behaved sluts answer when they are talked to.» He waits for you to speak up, but as you say nothing he continues «You are more eloquent with a dick in your pussy, aren't you ?» « no i...»

You try to say something, but you don't know what, you try to push him off but he is to strong. «No what? You though i wouldn't notice ? I knew the second i got in. You dumb little whore, you can see the window of the friend room from the outside. And your underwear on the couch ? Saw that to.» «I'm sorry, I was...»

«What ? What are you possibly going to say that could justify your behavior ?» his voice is dry, and he's body pushes itself further against you, forcing you to the wall. «I'm so sorry sir, don't fire me please. I don't know where my mind was, i..» «Fire you ? My god. That would be going easy on you. I know where your mind was, babygirl. In your horny little cunt.»

You whimper. Look down, only to see his muscular thighs, regretting, you close your eyes praying for all of this to be a bad dream.

«But I'm going to take care of that. You want to be fucked this bad ? Fine.»

You tilt your head up at him, surprised. Only to meet a black gaze.

« you are .. you are going to» « Fuck you ? Yes. Until you little pussy is sore, I'm going to fuck you more than what you can take, bully this little slut pussy, you understand ? Or do you prefer to get fired ?» «o...no.» «No what ? If you agree say "fuck me please sir"» «Please...» You stutter.

«That's not what I fucking asked!» He barks as his hand tightly grips you jaw, making you look at him. «Say it, loud and clear.»  «Please, ...fuck me sir.»

«Ohh look at you, so well behaved. Your nipples are hard to..is that the water or the greediness, little slut ?» suddenly his hand leaves your jaw and grab at your neck, while his other hand cruely twist and pull on your nipple through your shirt, making you yelp, he let go of you hurt nipple, and his fingers grab something besides you on the edge of the bathtub.  «See that in my hand? I'm going to push the blade of my razor on your delicate throat, now, you wouldn't want to hurt yourself by moving to much, right ? You better not fucking move. The things I'm going to do to you. The things I've wanted to do to you, Fuck» he grunts, «Take off your skirt»

You are forced to keep your chin high, because of the threatening blade, looking at him directly in the eyes, yours, teary, and his, dark with desire and anger. You push your skirt down, only to remember you are not wearing any underwear. You blush harder (even redder that what you already are) and you see his lips rise into a devilish smile.

«Is your pussy wet ? Did he finish fucking you ?» You don't answer.

«If you decide to act like that, I'm going to check by myself» he sighed. «Open you legs.»

While one of his hand keeps the blade against your skin, the fear of moving cutting your air, the other one reach down, and harshly forces your tights open, quickly moving up to your wet follds.

And, with no warnings, a slaps lands on your sensitive pussy, making you cry out.

Another harsh slap falls right on your clit and you try grabbing at his wrists and closing your thighs, but the blade pushed harder against your throat, and the hand that administrated the slaps push on your belly, forcing you to stay still. «Oh now see, you know how to use your voice. Did i say you could move? Stay the fuck still, whore.»

«Sir, it...it hurts.» «Oh really?»He says in a mocking voice, «good, it should hurt, is your little pussy sore from getting fucked under my roof ?»

Another slap lands, making a new cry escape your mouth. But you know better then to move, the blade is slowly moving up and down your skin, flattering it. The cold metal awaken every nerve of your body, and you feel... terribly aroused. You never felt more alive.

«It's nothing compared to when I'm done with you. I'm going to fuck the sanity out of you, little girl.»

You didn't plan on doing that, it's totally involuntary, maybe it's the vision of him, towering over you, only in his towel, hair pushed pack, his jaw tight, his eyes filled with hunger, his skin dumb, little drops of water rolling down his muscle, maybe it's the rush of adrenaline, maybe it's the mixed sensations from the blade, maybe ...maybe it's the months of fantasizing about him, of having this huge crush on the man, but you moan «Please, sir» as an answer.

He seems a little surprised, but soon a smirk ornate his lips and his eyes have a light of amusement and excitement.

«You want that ? You want me to fuck you ? How cute. That's not even a punishment for a greedy slut. Now...»

You're throat is set free, and you hear the blade hit the floor, as both his hands land on your waist, and his mouth join your neck, leaving met kisses and gentle bites, from your collar bone to your ear, « I bet you fantasized about that. About me fucking you, i mean, i knew you had a crush on me, but i thought of you as an innocent sweet little girl. Turns out...»

He kisses along your jaw, and when you think he is finally going to kiss your lips, he pull away.

«open you mouth.»

He scoffs at the speed you obey.

«Tongue out.»

You hesitantly pull out you tongue.

Your eyes widen as he spit in you mouth. And just as you are thinking about what you should do, spit it out ? Swallow ? Just ...keep it ? He makes the decision easier. He pinches your tongue between his thumb and index finger and cruely pull on it.

«Look at you, so desperate. Say "i belong to you"»

You try to close your mouth, but a slap lands on you cheek.

«No, no. Say it like that.»

The worst part is not you desperately trying to say the words with your tongue trapped between his fingers, it's not the obvious amusement on his face, not the humiliation he is putting you through, it's ...the fact that your pussy is getting wetter by the second, and you feel the blood flowing down to your clit. It aches, you want him to fuck you.

«Good girl. Now swallow.» He orders.

And you do, but this time you don't look away, your eyes firmly locked to his.

«I'm so fucking hard. You make me so fucking hard.» He grunts, pushing his hips on yours. Thighs on thighs, chest on chest, his dick on your hip bone.

If anything, he is, indeed thicker, and longer.

A little moan escapes your throat, as you move your hips with his, grinding against his cock, still hidden under the towel. Before you can think, your hand is reaching down, looking to feel him. He doesn't try to stop you, letting your fingers grip him, Making the towel fall on the ground. You feel him pulsing in your hand. He says and does nothing, fixating his eyes attentively on you. You start moving your hand up and down his shaft. You are fascinated, you explore every sensation, the one of your fingers wrapped around his veiny cock, you grip tighter, and wipe the precum leaking from his deep pink tip with your thumb.  When you finally look up to see his reaction, his head is thrown back, his adam's apple bobbing under the thin skin of this exposed throat, you follow the edges of the his square jaw, the tensed large shoulders. His eyes are closed, and his breathing is unsteady.

And ...the fact that you do that to him, the fact that this is all you, makes your head spin.

You lower your gaze again, traveling over his chest, eye-kissing the perfectlytanned skin and the v of his hips, and his cock between your fingers. You admire how your hand is barely closing around it, and the precum still escaping the tip, how you can feel the blood pulsing in the prominent veins, how you ...are craving to close your lips around it. That's...the most beautiful cock you've ever seen, attached to the most beautiful man you've ever seen, and ...you want it all.

But just as you are thinking of dropping to your knees, his voice raises again. «You had your fun. don't fucking think you are in control.»

You look back up, and his hands tighten there grip at the small of your back, as he looks down at you. «Now, doll, I'll fuck your throat another time. Turn around.»

And, without waiting for you to oblige, he spins you around, and suddenly you find yourself facing the full body mirror.

His chin resting on the top of your head, his eyes meeting yours in the reflection, your eyes travel your appearance, flushed cheeks, slightly parted lips, hard nipples, chest raising and falling rapidly, his forearm firmly keeping you against him. «You are so ready for me to fuck you, sir's little slut.»

His hand slides under your shirt, your breast heavy in his palm, his calloused fingers pulling at your nipple, his mouth kissing right behind your ear, whispering.

«I'm saying that, but, you know, I've wanted to fuck you since the day you put a foot in this house.» Suprised, Your your raise your own reflection, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

«Don't look at me like that. The maid fantasy isn't a myth. Seeing you every day in this uniform, wanting nothing more than to fuck you on every flat space of this fucking house.»

You can bearly breath and you close your eyes, looking away.

Immediately you feel the sting of your hair being harshly pulled back, yanking your head up. «Eyes on me, on you, on us, you don't get to look away, whore.»

You shyly open your eyes, looking back at the reflection, but, not satisfied yet, he whispers, «say "yes sir"»

To ashamed and mesmerized by the picture before you, you don't immediately oblige, and that costs you a hard spank to your ass. «Say "yes sir"!» He repeats with a stern voice, that you know he won't tolerate you making him ask another time.

Another harsh slap lands on your ass and you yelp, «YES SIR.»

«Good girl, You know what, from now on, we are playing a little game, everytime I say something, ask a question, you reply with "yes sir", i don't fucking care if you like what I'm saying, i own you, and you will agree to whatever i say, do you understood?» «Yes sir.»

«such a good little slut, aren't you ?»

«yes sir.»

«You're not that dumb after all. Arms up, i want to see all if you.»

You immediately obey, and with that, you are completely naked, all available for him. «How beautiful, such a beautiful woman, with the soul of a whore, isn't that a pity ? I'm going to ruin it. Give me my pants.» «What ?» «What do you mean what ? You don't need to understand, i gave you a fucking order. I don't think you understand quite yet what is happening to you, but don't worry by the end of the night, you'll be a good girl again. The pants, slut»

You quickly reach to the floor and give him his pants, and it's with horrified eyes that you see him take the belt of the hooks. «Don't look at me like that, I'm not planning on spanking you with it tonight. But, you seem to forget who owns you, so..»

He reaches around your neck a put the belt around it, start to hook it «Until i buy you a proper leash, i'm going to put that around your throat, don't you think it's an amazing idea, doll ?» «Yes sir.»

«Good. Do you want a leash around that pretty neck ?»  «Yes sir.»

«Now, i could think you are lying just to obey my orders, but you see, i think your telling the truth. Your eyes are filled with lust, and you pussy ...»

His fingers reached down, his thumb between your lips, before pushing two fingers all the way inside. «Your pussy is overflowing with your juices. It's twitching and sucking my fingers in.»

With no warning, 4 consicutive harsh slaps land on your ass cheek, making your cry outs and arch your back. «Did i give you permission to grind on my fingers ? No i don't think so, doll. You don't get preparation before my cock, you've already had that.»

You can't put your head around what is he talking about and you don't have time to think before feeling the tip of his cock at your entrance, «Are you ready ?» «yes sir.» «good girl.»

You expected him to slam himself inside, but...he, oh so slowly sink inside you, making you feel how every fucking inch of his cock is stretching you.

His hand reaches to your face and two is his fingers push themselves past your lips, pushing your tongue down, and making sure you are looking in the mirror. «You look so good like that.»

And with every inch of his cock that stretches your walls, the belt hugs your neck tighter, until he bottoms out, and you can bearly breath.

«Your so fucking tight doll, I'm surprised for such a worthless..»  «STOP IT.» You scream

he immediately stills, and totally let go of the belt, letting your breathe deeply. You feel a sob in you're throat, and cover your mouth with your hand and close your eyes to keep the tears in.

«Oh my god, doll, did't hurt you ? I'm sorry, so sorry, come here, do you need to sit, do you»

«Stop calling me a fucking whore ! I've been in love with you for three years, i couldn't go see anywhere else because I think about you all the time, and tried to get over it, but i don't even have enough free time to meet someone ! I'm always working for you, and when I'm not, I'm thinking about you ! Stop stop stop stop...»

You keep repeating the words until you feel his arms wrap tightly around you, pulling you to his chest and hugging you. You're not crying, you are shaking, shaking of rage, of misery of lonliness, all the pent-up feelings that you had are short-circuiting your muscles. The hug is calming, at least he didn't just leave. But ...you are scared of the moment you stop shaking, and he stops hugging you, and tells you to get away, find a new job and someone who would love you back «i ...i'm jealous.» He Whispers

You're shocked to move, did you mishear ?

«i didn't want you to have a date tonight...i didn't want you to meet someone. And ...i ...i think like you, no i...i know i like you, it's...»

And from here on, it's the void, you don't catch any another word. He likes you ?

And finally you cry.

Tears slowly roll down your cheeks, and in the silence you can only concentrate on your ebulliting heat and Bucky's deep breaths. His heart to, is pounding under your ear, and you notice that you are holding into him as strong as you can, and he is doing the same. And from there, your have one feeling, hunger. And you have to satiate it. You've been starving for to long. You can talk later, and, if after you talk it doesn't work out, it will be okey, you want at least this moment. « I want you to keep fucking me.» «What ? No we don't have to..»

«No, i want to. And if you want to too, i want to keep going.» you say with confidence «But doll...»

«Show me what you feel, sir.»

He keeps silent for a moment, and then says slowly, like he is trying to keep control over himself.

«If you are sure, pretty girl. Let me just take this off» his hand travel to your neck to unbuckle the belt, but you stop him again.

«I ... Kind..of like it...can we ...?»

«Ohh doll, you want to keep the belt ? Such a naughty girl. You like the idea of me owning you ?» «Yes sir.»

«Good girl. My good girl...»

You feel his big hand move to your face, cup your cheeks, but...so gently. It's tender, nothing to do with his manners from the begging, and he softly move his face close to yours, looking at you directly in the eyes, the man that have been fucking you senseless, is now, shy and hesitating to kiss you, his eyes are showing just how sorry he feels and how he doesn't know how to act.

«Sir, i want a kiss.» «Yeah ? My pretty girl wants a kiss from me ?» «yes sir.»

His thumb keeps caressing your face while he slowly push his soft plump lips to yours, kissing staying still for a moment, enjoying the calming feeling, it feels like the word is exploding and...you couldn't care less. It feels like ...the chaos have a perfect order. His tongue saunter on your bottom lips, asking patiently for you to open your mouth, you like the kiss as it is and you want to savour the slowness of it for a moment more, knowing that when your tongues meet, there will be now slowness, no patience, just frenzy and hunger. And honestly you also want to test him a bit. So you don't open, but, at your satisfaction, he just waits, he keep tasting your lips, patiently, not forcing anything, not demanding anything. After you feel fed up with feeling him kissing you so purly, you part you lips, and finally give his tongue the access it's been begging for.

Like before big moment of life, there is an instant of calm. The time of a shared breath, where his tongue caress yours, and it's everything your heart needed. The world around you explode and it's perfect. The chaos is exactly where it should be, the chaos is perfectly ordered.

Then the desire takes it's rights again, the frenzy replaces the serenity. The hunger the fullness. The desire the satisfaction. He suddenly pull at the belt, and invade your mouth, owning it, owning you, and this time you gave that to him. He gets drunk on you, the more he drinks the thirstiest he is. His hand travel down your body, drawing every curve and fall before reaching your core. Every nerve of your body is in the edge. and soon as his hand gaze over your pussy, you whimper.

«Did he make you cum, doll ?»

You blush so hard while confessing, «a...ruined orgasm sir...you...you came in just when...»

He can't keep his loud laugh for himself, and his chest trembled filled with his hilarity. Shy, you burry your face is his neck and he caresses your hair. «oh poor baby, you had a ruined orgasm because of me?» He doesn't seem sorry for one bit.

«I don't know if i can be gentle if i fuck you, if you want I can just go down on you and... »

«No, sir, i ...i...still want you to show me how you feel. I can take it all.» «I knew you were perfect for me, doll.»

Your back is slowly pushed against the cold mirror, your hips brought forward, he keeps a firm grip of the belt, keeping your eyes locked, as he slowly burry himself in you.  «My sweet girl never told me she wanted me, i was so scared i...i would...you...i..» «Harder sir, i want to feel you, I'll understand.»

He closes his eyes for a second.

And the air is kicked out of you. He slammed into you so hard that it kind of picked you up from the ground, like he was trying to rearrange your guts with all his might. «Bucky !»

hearing you say his name for the fist time must have awaken something in him, because he just seemed to fall in love right then, kissing along your neck, where you blood is pulsing. «Yes that's it doll, say my name...i love hearing my name from you.»

You repeat his name louder and louder as he goes faster and faster and you get closer and closer to your climax. «I want you for myself, i want no one thinking they can own this tight little pussy like i do, do you want me to show everyone that i own this pussy, your pleasure, your body, your love?»

«Yes, yes Bucky i want everyone to know !!!» «You want to cum doll ? You want me to give back the orgasm i ruined for you ?» «YES, Bucky, Please !»

«Hold it. not yet. I took away your orgasm from you, i think it's only fair i decide when you have it.»

«No please !» You desperately beg as you feel him slide out of you leaving you empty and needy.

«chuut, doll, I'm going to let you cum, i know how much you need it, but, not here.» a dangerous spark reflect in his eyes. «what ...what do you mean.»   you hesitantly ask, not sure if your are ready for the answer.

«I mean that I'm not done teaching you a lesson.»

He kisses softly on your temple, and, with that, opens the bathroom door, pulling you by the belt, you follow behind, and ... you realise you ...get overly horny from him pulling you by the belt around your throat, you think to yourself «I can't wait to have a leash and collar he can pull me by» you get ashamed from the lewd thoughts. But you love the taste of ownership it gives him on you, and of belonging it gives you. A relationship that you feel have been here for a long time, but expressed for the first time tonight. He looks behind him and winks at you «I know you love me pulling you with my belt on your throat, aren't you a lewd maid, doll» you blush, and hide a slight smile by looking down.

Thinking he was taking you to the bedroom, you dont ask questions, until you over pass the door, and he guides you to the stairs.

«Where are we going ?»

«See, doll, i’m not a man who shares. and i don’t want anyone thinking that they can touch you, in any way. espacially not under my own roof.»

And that’s when you understant. you completly forgot about him. The guy you brought home.

And when you realize, he is already pushing the key in the lock

«finally ! is your boss gone? I thought you..»

Blondie stops right there in his phrase.

Seeing the massive and naked figure of barnes enter the room. Go cocked to talk looks at the man with wife eyes. «What ? Did you think she forgot about you ? Yes she did. She absolutely did.» starts Barnes.

«Who are you ?!» says the kid in an irritated voice. «The owner of the house» cuts Bucky in a dry voice, «Now, do you can get my fist in your baby face, or ...» «No ! Bucky he did nothing !» you intervene without thinking, still hidden behind the door.

«Oh well see whose talking, hiding behind that door. If you want to defend him come in sweetheart.» «i ...i can't.» «yes you can. Baby it's either my fist in his face or you show him who you belong to» «but ...»

«You have three seconds»

You know you don't have any other choice then to enter the room, one arm around you breasts and your legs as close to eachother as you can. You look at the floor, not brave enough to face your "date" of the night.

«What the fuck...is he forcing you to do that ? I'll call the cops.» «They will have nothing to do here.» interrupts Bucky, «Am i forcing you to do that sweetheart ?»

You shake your head.

«speak up.»

«no, no you are not.» «See, she enjoys it, tell him, love» «i enjoy it»

«Yeah ? Come here,» He pulls on the belt pulling you closer to him, and then slipping behind you. «Look how wet she is. That's not for you. That's for me. That's how wet she got when i punished her for fucking you. For thinking that she could be somebody else. Do you wanna see how I take care of her ?»

You think blondie is going to run out of the house, but you hear Bucky's laugh, and a zipper being undone.

«He want to see sweetheart ! Let's give him a show, he came all the way here for you, we can't let him leave with nothing.» «Yes sir.» «Good girl , now bend over the chair.»

Trembling from the anticipation and excitement, you get closer to the chair in the middle of the room and fold your body in half, a yelp escapes your throat when a hard smack is landed on you left ass cheeks, followed by the commanding voice of your boss

«Lower, arches your back»

You do, and his big hand delicately caress the smack mark he just left and then caress you along spine from bottom to your neck, sending shivers in your body. «See, how beautiful she is ? Do you think you deserve such a beautiful woman ? And you idiot would have fucked her what...6 minutes before cuming and calling it a night ? Huh ? No. I'm going to show you how ..»

He slips inside you slowly again, making you gasp when you finally feel him stretching you open around his thick member «how you she deserves to be fucked»

The boy don't answer, to absorb by the vision of you, back arched, hips pushed back, eyes closed, nipples hard, and moth opened, gasping for air. Your whole self is subjugated by a number of feelings. One of them is a sharp feeling deep in your soul, of proudness and excitement, coming from getting fucked by Bucky for an audience.

You can feel every vain on his cock pulse, and the tip targeting your most sensitive spot. Then, slowly dragging himself out, only to roughly push in again. Grabbing you by the hips he maintains a stable rythme, of rough but long thrusts. Dragging himself slowly out of you and penetrating with everything he has. You burry your face in the crook of your arm, now screaming and audibly gasping, and the worst and best part is everytime you try to avoid the roughness of his thrusting by leaning forward, he'd grip your hips tighter, and pull you back on his cock.

«I'm going to cum, sir, sir, i'm ...oh. I'm close...» you desperately cry out, feeling a volcano ready to irrupt in your lungs.

Immediately after those word leave your mouth, his hand closes around your throat, pulling your back, your head to his shoulder, and his other hand fall along your body, to press two firm fingers on your clit

«Good girl, such a good girl, about to cum on her boss's cock, wait, hold it»

Feeling you weaken, and your moans turning to breathy cries he squeezes harder on your neck : « said hold it, doll, you don't want to see what I'd do to you if you don't .»

It takes everything your have for you not to immediately cum, but, and thank God he is not using he's fingers, he is just keeping them on your clit, while he kiss you ear : «look at him baby.»

It takes you a second to understand who is he talking about, but when you get it, you are to close to cumming to fight him, or be shy, you look at the blond boy, who is rapidly stocking his cock, looking at you with hunger.

«See, he's going to cum for your cum from seeings you get fucked.»

Your vision is now blurry, and you have a hard time breathing, with his tight hold on you neck. «who is fucking you ?» «You sir!»

«Yeaah, tell him you love when i fuck you, tell him that you are my fuckdoll.»...«Say it, or you don't get to cum»

«I'm his fuckdoll ! I'm sir's fuckdoll ! I love when he fucks me ! Please can I cum !? I can't hold it !»

You desperately scream out, your last sentence cut because bucky starts furiously moving his fingers on your clit, still not letting go of you neck, but giving you some space, just enough so you not to faint. You hear a loud groan from in front of you and you understand that your "date" just came, and he seems to have come pretty fucking hard.  You are yourself ridding the edge, trying not to let go before Bucky's permission.

«He just came for you. You are so fucking beautiful princess. cum, cum on my cock doll, cum right Fucking now.»

«Oh thank you, thank you bucky, oh my ....»

Your whole body shakes and he keep fucking you through your orgasm, his hip movements now messy and practically violent indicate that he is close to cumming to. «Going to fill you up sweetheart. You... okey with....fuck... that ?» «yes yes please.» you reply with a broken voice.

«Good Fucking girl, my good fucking girl» He groans, before stilling deep inside you and shooting hot strings of cum in you tummy, growling and harshly biting at your shoulder.

You go limp in his arms and he hugs you tight. You stay like that for few seconds breathing heavily, while he slowly pulled out.

Suddenly you feel something that sends panic through your body.

«Bucky ! » «don't move sweetheart.»

He's hand once again find your pussy, and he pushes two fingers inside of you

«No, no, I'm serious please i can't go again...»

«I know doll, i know, don't worry»

His fingers slip out of your pussy, covered in his cum and your juices. He then makes you sit on the chair, where you abandon yourself. And ...walks toward the boy, who is just sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed.

Silently Bucky stands before him, blondie looks at him with big eyes, half afraid half mesmerized. And Bucky...pushes his two coated fingers on the boys lips.

It takes a second.

Then, like obeying to a higher force,

The boy open his lips, and your psycho hot boss pushes his finger deep down his throat, making him taste you two mixed, and gag on his fingers.

Your "date" doesn't say anything, silently taking and licking the fingers, while looking up at your boss.

Bucky finally decides it's enough, take his fingers out the boys mouth, «go home»

Then turn around to you

«Going to sleep with me tonight, right Princess»

«heuu...hmmm excuse me, when, could we do that again ?» shyly ask blondie.

«Never. If you repeat anything of what happened to anyone, If you try to approch her, if i see you around my house, i kill you, now. get out. » conclude bucky in a sharp voice.

Blondie zip up his pants as fast as he can, and runs out of the room with not another word, maybe a little glance at you and... bucky.

Seeing that this last have an arrogant smile, «and That's how you Fuck a woman you're in love with» he screams, before hearing the front door close.

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[beauty-of-depravation]

We all need to know that. It's beautiful and put a smile only face, thank you 💖

ᴛᴡ ➙ self-deprecation (depending on how you look at it) ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ  ➙ 406

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The dictionary definition of perfect is, “being entirely without fault or defect; flawless.”

Is it possible for something to be perfect?

Yes.

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I ...my soul left my body right now...this...i don't have the hoe ressources to explain how I feel...💦

high for this

Pairings - Lee Bodecker x Reader

Words - 1069

Warnings - male masturbation, fingering, overstimulation, daddy kink

A/N - so this came from a prompt in Discord from @beauty-of-depravation​ I was absolutely supposed to be writing something else but I’m a hoe for Lee so here we are. This is PWP, there’s no storyline here whatsoever. Thanks as always to my amazing wife @buckyownsmylife​ for checking this over and making sure it makes sense.

mini taglist (people I think might like this) - @river-soul​ @mashep23​ @bestofbucky​ @ladyfallonavenger​ @mollygetssherlockcoffee​ @whisperlullaby​ @navybrat817​ @sagechanoafterdark​

It had been a long day at work and you just wanted to get home, eat some food and drink the bottle of wine you saved from the weekend. Pulling onto your drive, you see his car sitting in the driveway, a thrill runs through you and you run through the door excited to see him.

Walking through your house, you look in every room but don’t see him anywhere, his boots were by the door, his hat hung up on the stand but no Lee. Shouting out for him he doesn’t respond so you climb the stairs hoping he’s maybe just not heard you. With each climb of the stairs the moaning gets louder, until you can only hear his low timbre groan, the one that usually turns you into a puddle, “Lee, is that you?” you call up the stairs one more time, not fully convinced you know what you’d do if it was anyone else. The groaning gets louder and you walk into your bathroom absolutely stunned at what you see.

He stood in the shower facing you with his hard cock in his hand, pumping back and forth, biting his bottom lip. You watch mesmerised as he palms himself, rubbing his thumb over the tip before sliding his hand down and up, tightening his fist as he moves. You see his balls tighten and his thighs shake before he moans for you, spilling across his hand and breathing quickly to regain his senses.

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[beauty-of-depravation]

How adorable!✨

url change !!!

rxcklessly-bratty -> cherrychris

moots pls boost <3

[beauty-of-depravation]

A Birthday with Loki

Written for @buckyssoldat happy birthday dear !🔥💜

Warnings : smut ! so obviously +18 

Why couldn't you be attracted by the good guys ? Why couldn't you be attracted...by Thor for exemple ! nice guy, extremely good looking, funny and all. But nooooo, you never had any kind of physiological reaction around him, the one who made your heart beat travel to your pussy ? His brother of course !

You were a smart girl and this was your logic : if villain bad, why villain hot, conclusion, badly fuck the vilains, even if it went against everybody's recommandations.

And you've been trying to fuck Loki for ever !

It was your birthday party night, the room was filled with close friend and people you had trouble recognizing. You knew Tony being responsible for a party was a bad idea, he wasn't really good with the concept of "small"...

What made you irritable, was that you were fricking horny, and yesterday you ended things with the guy you've been seeing for the past couple of weeks, you weren't sad because it ended, you were sad because he was a fantastic fuck, but yesterday he has told you that the moon was a conspiracy and it didn't exist, and you thought "I'm not introducing this dude to any one"

It didn't make things better to see Loki charming every woman of the reception, going from one to the other, commenting and finding a clever compliment to apply to every and each one.

What would be an amazing birthday gift would be him fucking you.

I mean you loved the emerald hair pin he slipped on your hair before the party, but his hands on the back on you neck had left you craving more contact.

— here is the queen of the party ! The most beautiful woman here ! My dear, can i tell you that even the expression of dissatisfaction on your face looks like the most captivating art work.

— Always charming, you say rolling your orbs.

— of course dear, he say setting by your side

— Don't you have someone else to talk to ?

— i don't find anyone else then you worthy of my words in this party dear.

You don't reply. You secretly enjoy the company of the man. And quite rapidly, you are talking about everything you like, litterature and art.

— surprisingly, you have some good things to say for a human.

— Is that a compliment ?

— of course !

Your pout your mouth, and immediately notice that his eyes follow the movement, and stay focused on your carmine colored lips. You don't say anything, until he bring his gaze back up to find you looking up at him. You keep looking in each other eyes for quite a time, but then to internally moved by it, you look a way, and you can see that he likes that you couldn't hold it.

After a little while, his voice raises again.

— so ...what happened to that...misery of a being your were seeing ?

You roll your eyes for the sake of it, but chuckle lightly.

— we went each his own way. We weren't a match, he was nice but..

— he was stupid.

— no,he

— don't lie to me, I've seen dead fish with eyes expressing more depth then his.

— okey...okey he wasn't a genius. But he was nice, and cute and

— you deserve better, and it's me telling you that. I rarely think that highly of anyone.

— oh god, you say rolling your eyes at his never ending comments on humans.

— i love when you call me that, and you are so cute when you roll your eyes. But I'm serious you are worth more.

— maybe, but for now I'm worth my vibrator.

Fuck. How did that slip out ? You feel yourself blush furiously. And you realize that Loki has turned his head towards you at an abnormal speed. His eyes a bit wide. A bit dark. His lips a bit parted. A bit up turned.

— A vibrator ? Would the queen of the party leave her guests by there own to go take care of her carnal needs ?

— i mean ...i'm was going to wait until everybody is gone.

— How gracious of you. But everyone is not to be gone until at least five in the morning.

— i...it can wait.

— you see, dear, at the way you are shivering, and blushing, and the way you shivered and blushed when my fingers flew over your neck earlier, i don't think it can wait this much.

You blush even more and you don't know what to say. Truth be told ...you could litteraly feel your body burning with desire.

After few seconds of silence Loki got up.

— If you want to have something that surpasses anything that you crave, leave those people, come to my room, I'll be waiting for your visit. Happy birthday, dear.

And with that he is gone.

You were delusional. That can not have just happened.

Dream or not you are doing it.

It doesn't take you any thinking to hop on the offer. It only takes you some drinks.

What is Loki, god of mischief, planning for you ?

Three drinks later, you are ready to find out.

***

— do you want to drink something ?

You rock your head right and left.

— tranquilize yourself, we are not going to do anything you don't want, but, knowing about your little... penchant, towards me, and having myself, an... inclination towards you, i thought you..

— you...have a ...i mean, you like me?

— Darling, the I've never been indifferent to you. And you've been playing with the charms around me. I'm not made of stone.

You feel yourself blush from head to tow and try to cover a silly smile.

— You noticed..

— of course i did, it was very endearing and a grate pastime. Now, are you sure you don't want any drinks?

— I'm sure.

— good. Regaining confidence, confidence is beautiful on you darling.

You smile and approach him, balancing your hips and slightly smiling.

He keeps his eyes connected to your, and when you are just inches from him, you out your mouth close to his ear and confess

— i loved the hair pin that you gifted me, and ...i loved it so much that i matched my lingerie with it. Dark green and black lace, would you like to see it ?

His voice darkens, deepens, seemingly erupting from earths foudaments.

— Strip.

The command fuses. And you take a step back, ready to obey it. As you rapidly attack the zipper of your dress.

he murmur :

— slower, darling.

Your hands travel your body, caressing yourself before slowly pushing the sleeves of your dress down your shoulders, and slowly unzipping it, caressing every bit of soft skin that appears to sight from under your arms to your hip. He now can see your beautiful chest in this transparent lace bra that fails to hide your hard nipples. you turn around, but keep looking at Loki from above your shoulder. Subtilty arching your back, you push the dress past your round ass, revealing your dark green tanga with two little black bows, one on the front one on the back, oranges with black pearls.

He is eye-eating you. Already devouring you without a touch. He slowly gets up, and still not touching you, with just his got breath and lips again your ear he says : «you're going to keep it, and I'm going to take you in this beautiful lingerie»

You don't have time to agree as he goes from not touching you at all to touching you EVERYWHERE at the same time. His hands are greedy and his long cold fingers send shivers under your skin. He is massaging your tits, groping your ass, caressing your belly, drawing the line of your waist, falling on the curve of your hips, worshiping your delicate neck. And all you can do is hold on to him, with a hand on his neck, pulling at his beautiful dark hair, and with the back pushed to him, you could fee him grow bigger against your ass.

Turning back you decide to take the lead a fiercely kiss him. Your tongues meet and fight. You taste and bite and Savour eachother, the kiss expressing a hunger that have been here for so long.

— I'm going to do you a big honor, dear, I'm going to get on my knees for you, and i expect that to be and stay your greatest birthday gift.

And with that he kisses his way down, until he puts one then two knees on the ground and is facing your already wet sexe.

— I'm so curious to see how much desire you have for me.

You are mesmerized by the vision, Loki, god of mischief, on his knees, for you, ready to teste you, what am I saying, to ravage you, admiring you like you are the most beautiful woman or the world. The first and last. You can't breath and can't look away, any shyness pushed far by your desire and need.

His fingers caress a bit harshly your slit, pushing on your clit and making you jump back a little, bit he is quick to grab firmly on the back of your thighs, and you know from the slight pain that there will be marks there, bit you also understand the need for such a strict hold because immediately after he is pushing the underwear aside and...well he doesn't do any work at half, he is going at it all heatedly, his tongue flat against you no teasing, right to the point.

Your fingers automatically find their rightful place in his hair, pulling at it and making him groan. His hands reache up, and grabbing at your ass cheeks, he pulls you closer to his mouth, making you grind your wet core on his face.

— you are the most flavorful precious little thing I've ever tasted. I love how you rock your hips against my face, are you close to your release ?

— yes, yes Loki keep going.

His skilled tongue goes back and forth from your entrance to the over sensitive point under your clit to the top nerves, going from simulating it from left to right to top to bottom, and clearly taking such a pleasure in doing that to you that the vision gets you off like no other and ton start to moan louder and shake.

— such a beautiful woman, cum on my tongue, show me how you like what I do to you !

And with few more methodical stokes of his tong on your clit you shake and cum, and if it wasn't for his firm grip you'd have fallen to the ground.

«hmmmmm» he groan, kissing his way back up, and kissing you deeply, making you taste yourself. That is the first time someone does that to you, and you feel so nasty and you deepen the kiss, curious to share what you taste like, you feel him smile against your lips, and as you start to unbutton his shirt, be stops you.

— the next time, did you forget that you have a birthday party to return to after that ? And i have to confess, i want to be inside you immediately, no time for undressing.

You push away the idea of going back to that party, and focus on "next time" and "inside you" while he backs you up into the bed than hugs and you turn you around so you are sitting on his lap.

You hear his zipper go down, and following every movement he is making, filled with lust and envy, your heat skip a beat as soon as his length springs free, you feel it hot and heavy on your inner thigh, and you have a hard time breathing, your walls clench and you can't wait to have him inside. You have desperate moans and your hips move instinctively, and your reactions seems to amuse him enough to tame the emergency of burying himself deep inside you, as he takes the time to slip his cock between your labia, teasing you clit, and you entrance.

—Loki please...

— oh ! —he take on a dramatic théâtral voice— How mischievous I am being dear, on your birthday night non the less, I'll leave the teasing for another night then.

And with that, he is balls deep inside of you. Ripping out a long scream from your throat.

Both his hands find their place on your hips, and guide them up and down his shaft, kissing along your neck, and Whispering praises in your ear “queen” “beauty” “gem” “inteligent” “passionating” those all are word he slips in your ear while pushing his cock as deep as it can reach, which is enough to banish your soul out of your body. He is breathy, and grunting, and his paraises are starting to make less and less sense as he is getting close to his release.

— I want to cum on you beautiful chest, love.

— Yeah ?

— yes, i want to know that you won't think of anybody else when we go back to that boring reception, you'll think of me marking you, making you feel good, offering you all the pleasure you'll ever need to receive.

He bucks his hips faster and faster, and with that sends you over the edge, you don't have time to recover, as soon as you open your eyes back he is pushing you on your knees and jerking off, grunting and telling you how beautiful and good you are, you can't get enough of the sight of him, head thrown back, stumbling on his words, his hand stroking his cock faster and faster, until strings of white Milky cum land on your chest. you look at that, pushing out your tits, presenting yourself to him, letting him mark and own you as he wanted.

***

— darling, says Loki, while presenting you his arm to put your under, taking you back to that party that seems way more interesting now, arms under one another.

It especially looked more interesting now that he has suggested that public sexe was an interesting concept.

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[beauty-of-depravation]

Happy 103rd Birthday Bucky ~ March 10, 1917

[beauty-of-depravation]

soft dom tony stark taking care of the reader after a tiring day at work. maybe include daddy kink and praise kink? thanks!!

Okey anon ! I'm so sorry for the time it took ! I had exams and couldn't write anything, i hope you enjoy it !💜💜💜

Also i have so many asks for Tony, you people are hoes for him ! (Who isn't anyway 😂) also : sorry for the time it took to come out!

warning : obviously +18 

Did I mention an orgasm can heal a migraine ?

It was late, and you we're just coming back home from a very long day at work, mostly paper work, you had to go through archives and dirty dusty cabinet all day. You felt exhausted. Coming home was such a release.

— good evening, Grimlins.

— well am hungry and tired. I might turn into a monster now.

— well...

— Tony don't say it.

— okey, okey. Come here, i served you dinner.

His deep and firm voice instantly made you Relax, it was over, the day was over and now, you could rely on him.

— Thank you, Daddy.

Oh, this one slipped out...

Fuck.

Fuuuck.

It's not like it's the first time you call him that, you call him that a lot in bed...but that's the first time you do with no sexual context...

Your cheeks go bright red. And you look away. Waiting for him to mock you about it.

But you just hear him casually say "You're welcome, sweetheart" still walking towards the kitchen.

Did he even hear the last bit?

You sight in relif, if he had heard you, he would have teased you forever about it. Where did that come from anyway ? You slap yourself mentally.

You sit down at the table, where a full plate of your favorite food is ready and warm for you, a big glass of water, a plate of salad, fork and knife, everything methodically placed in front of you.

Your are STARVING. And Tony doesn't talk for the 10 firsts minutes, he just has a book in hand, but you know he is not reading, because you can feel him looking at you over it, and smiling to himself.

When you are full enough to talk, he starts to ask you about your day, and what did you achieve. Even if you are exhausted, it was worth it. You found a very important file, which was lost for over twenty years in the archives.

He is so proud of you. Such a strong willed woman, who works for what she wants, and deserves the world.

His woman.

— Finish your plate, sweetheart.

— I'm not hungry anymore !

— i know you haven't eaten since breakfast, (that i had to force upon you) and you didn't have enough calories. Now finish your plate.

— But..

— Sweetheart.

The daddy voice echoing through you. The daddy look, traveling between you and the plate. The same tone that tells you "Strip" the one that says "cum" the one that says "careful".

You are finishing. Your heart beat races, as he looks at you picking your fork with a satisfied smug smile. His woman. Everytime he sees you he wants nothing more than to take care of you, spoil you, protect you. He thinks that with you by his side, he looks even more awesome. And that's something for Tony Stark to think.

— Here, he says.

— What's that ?

— Medication, for you head. You've been massaging your temples.

— Thank you. You smile at him.

— Thank you who ?

Taking a second to think about what he wanted you to say, and his cocky smile revealing what he was looking for, you'd blush and mutter "thank you daddy..."

— good girl.

Mother fucker.

You didn't say anything, to bothered to find any kind of sassy reply.

About a half an hour later, you were both on the couch, Tony was talking about some idea for an invention he had, and usually you'd be passionately listening to what he had to say, asking questions and sharing your own thoughts about it. But tonight, your head just wouldn't stop hurting. You felt like your heart beat was now localized in your brain, which forbid you from concentrating on what was your boyfriend saying.

— Okey, come here sweetheart.

— what ?

— come sit beside me.

— Tony, my head hurt, i don't want to move, i

— I'm not asking you for anything, just for my sweet girl to come and sit with her daddy. You won't need to move anymore then that.

You still took time to react which he didn't seem to appreciate, because his voice had a sharp end when he rephrased his request...more like a command.

— Come on, i just want my girl in my arms. Nothing more, he assures.

You move towards him in the couch, and when you aim to sit beside him, he wrap his arms around your waist and pull you on his lap. Your back is pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on his shoulder.

— You did an amazing job today, love. I'm so proud to have you by my side.

You'll slowly let yourself relax in his arms, closing your eyes, and appreciating the tight hold of his hand on you sides. You smell the deep cologne entwining with the parfum of the scotch.

His hands slowly caress your belly and right under you breasts, enjoying the contact you just let yourself melt as he start massaging your shoulders, and kissing your neck.

— I love the fact that, when you come home, exhausted, you come back to me. I love taking care of you. I love the fact that you could take care of yourself just fine, but you allow me to take that place in your life.

The more he talks the more peaceful you feel, the more you heart twitches and you feel cherished. The more your body tingles and stomach tightens.

— I love letting daddy take care of me.

— i love you, sweetheart.

You tilt your head up to look at him, and you hold out your lips, for him to take. And he does, it's sweet...but chaste. To chaste, and you push your lips forward to capture his again.

A brief laugh escapes his mouth.

And he kisses the top of your head. You wiggle, frustrated from the oh so short contact.

— do you want me to kiss you more, love?

— mhm.

— of course you do.

And he kisses you, deep and slow. Open eyes.

But then ...he stops everything.

And goes back to caressing your hair.

— You are grinding against me, love.

You don't answer. You feel tired. But in the same time, his presence, parfume, voice, hard chest against you back, makes you want him. In any way you can have him.

— does your head still hurts ?

You slowly nod.

— Do you want me to touch you.

Another little nod.

He takes a deep inspiration. And one of his hands closes on one of your breast, softly massaging it, making you take a sharp breath.

— Do you know, sweetheart, that an orgasm can make a headache desapear?

You moan softly, feeling his fingers close on your right nipple, pinching it slightly.

— do you want that orgasm, sweetheart.

You nod. And he pinches a little bit harder.

— Ask me properly.

— i want that orgasm... daddy.

— good girl.

He slowly start opening the buttons of your shirt, one by one, careful to caress every centimeter of the skin that appear from under your work outfit. The top of his fingers sending electric shocks under your skin.

He was about to take off your crayon skirt, but seems to decide otherwise mid-process, rolling it up instead.

— spread your legs, love.

You slightly part your thighs, in order to give access. But it doesn't seem to be good enough, because both of his hands grab the insides of your thighs and spread them wide open. His hand caressing your tender flesh over your stockings.

— Touch me, tony..

— No, none of that.

....

— please touch me, daddy.

With a smile on his face his fingers start traveling around the lace of your underwear. tenderly kissing under your ear.

— Sweetheart, I'm not going to tease you this time, we are going to go fast, and get you rid of that headache, do you understand, love?

— Yes daddy.

— good. Now...

His index and middle finger rest against your lips, and you instantly open up and let him push them in your mouth. «that's it, good girl, you know what to do, get them nice and slick for me to play with you»

But, unexpectedly, his fingers keep pushing deeper in your throat, your head now laid back again his shoulder, and him looking at you with such a hunger. You teary eyes meet his predatory ones, and he seems to instantly soften. «I'm sorry sweetheart, I got ahead of myself, I'll make you gag some other time, for know...I'll restrain myself to spoiling you. Let me...slip my hand under this pretty underwear, you always wear those for daddy to see right, sweetheart?

— eheeem.

— yes, you do, my precious queen.

His wet fingers are now on your clit, slowly drawing circles with his index and middle finger firmly pressed against the bundle of nerves.

It feels so good, you quietly moan and feel yourself blush under his adorating gaze. You feel him go faster, thirsty for more of your beautiful moans of pleasure. What you love about this man, is how care free you feel with him, no self consciousness whatsoever. You allow your voice to raise, expressing the intense feeling, and he slips his two fingers inside of you, and his thumb on your clit. You intent to close your legs by reflex, but your daddy is faster then you, and one if his legs straddle yours, while his authoritative voice emerge in the bliss of pleasure you're swimming in «don't make me be mean with you, sweetheart, stay still»

It feels so good, so good, so fucking good, you try to stay still, and you understand that your orgasm in about to explode,

— daddy can i cum, please can I cum, I'm going to cum, can I cum

You keep talking, not even listening to the answer nor at his laugh, you are only looking for few words that interest you

— of course angel, cum, cum on daddy's fingers right now.

And you do, immediately, your scream swallowed by his rough kiss, your back arching, your eyes teary, your mind climbing seventh floor of heaven.

He allows you to close your legs, and without you realising, he gather your limp body against him. He traces kisses on your shoulder cheeks and forehead, until you are back to yourself, and you realise he is rock hard under you. You strat moving away

— daddy do you want me to

— no, no stay here, i don't want anything. I want you to rest now, how is that migraine going ?

You smile when you realize it desapeared.

— The orgasm medication is the only one I'll accept to take from now on, you smile as you inhale his parfum, resting your head against him.

You immediately feel yourself falling asleep, while his chest rumbles with his laugh.

#smut #tony stark x reader #daddy dd/lg #marvel #tony stark smut #tony stark fanfiction #tony x y/n #headcanon #tony stark headcanons #tony stark drabble

[beauty-of-depravation]

No, never heard of it sweetheart...😗

What are your thoughts on Bucky fucking you against a window teasing you with thoughts of making the team watch as he fucks you? Or about Hotch fingering you under the table in the jet as the team brainstorms ideas about an unsub?

Thanks for your request! 💜💜 I do have a lot of thoughts about that aha ...! Hope you like it!

Warnings : +18 penetrative sex, fingering, dirty talk, exhibitionism kink.

Bucky Barnes fucking you against a window.

When you and Bucky first started dating, you thought "what a sweet man, who will make sweet love to me"

And he did. The first times anyway. 

You cherished him like he deserved it. You thought, that, was what he needed. For someone to give him what he didn't get from life. A sweet girl to open her arms for him, accept him and love him unconditionally. And you gave it your all.

And he did love all of that. Loved the way you'd wrap you arms around his neck while he slowly slid inside of you, passionately kissing him. Loved the way you smiled at him. He loved the way you'd let him open up about his past without making him feel miserable or worthless. Those were all things he loved about being with you, about you.

But, intercourse after intercourse, some things gave him away. He started by whispering "you are such a good girl for me, aren't you ?"And you felt your heart flutter, replying with a breathy "Yes, only for you." 

And it only got dirtier from there. 

Did you know your man was sick? No. Not like that anyway. 

Did you absolutely love every bit of it? Yes.

" Who makes you feel this good ?"

"Who's Fucking you this good?"

"Who owns this pussy?" 

"Who do you belong to?" 

What he craved, was to claim you as his. What he needed was for everyone to know that This princess is Bucky Barnes's princess. Back off.

Did a guy get his nose broken for being touchy with you? Well, yeah.

And you talked about it. You understood that Bucky had a hard past. He had lost many people and even lost himself. You understood that he was terrified by the thought of loosing you. You explained to him that he had NOTHING to worry about. You were his. And he will have to trust you. 

And he did. Deeply. 

So, whenever someone was to close to you for his liking, he kept his jealousy under control. Let you deal with it, unless you needed or asked for his help. 

Well. That's when you were in public. 

In private...you were glad to give him all freedom to claim you. Anytime he'd feel like reminding you who you belonged to. Anytime he'd feel like you'd look prettier with marks to show and remind everyone and anyone that this princess is getting fucked by Bucky fucking Barnes, back the fuck off. 

Did you blush and smile when he hung his dog tags around your neck? Yes, James Buchanan Barnes property.

 Did you cover up the hickeys? Nope.

 Did you mention his name as much as possible in a sentence? Fuck yeah. 

Did he adore you for it? He sure did. 

**********

"Getting out of the room in those tight little pyjamas," he grunts in your ear, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. 

"I wasn't going to dress up just to get a glass of water," you laugh, as you finish what you were doing by the kitchen counter.

"They all looked you know? Stevie, Nat, Tony, all of them" 

" And they were all jealous of you" you add playfully.

You hear and feel him chuckle in the crook of your neck. "You bet they were. But ...how do you expect me to do nothing when you show up looking like that...?" 

"Well we are alone right now...I never said you couldn't do anything about it..."

"Oh?" this was getting interesting, his tone got deeper,"do you think you might forget who's the only one who can see you like that?" 

"Well ... maybe a little friendly reminder never hurts ...even though I have a really good memory. And since we are alone, you could make me..." you have a hard time breathing as he is leaving wet kisses all over the side of your neck "make me... scream your name as much as you like..." You finish, pushing pushing your hips back, as he smiles and starts sucking the thing skin under your ear.

What did you expect? A fast rough fuck, few spanks and pet names here and there? 

It doesn't matter. What you didn't expect, was to find yourself bent over the table, two of Bucky's flesh fingers deep in your pussy, fingering you at a bullying fast pace, as his vibranium hand firm grip kept you head pressed to the table where everyone was sitting few minutes ago.

"Buc...ky..oh... please!"

 "What are you begging for, love ?"

 "The .... bedroom" 

"the bedroom? I don't think so doll. It wasn't a problem for you to get out of the room half-naked, I don't see why you, getting what you deserve for it, where you, fucking deserve it should be a problem" "oh look at you! Such a dirty girl, clenching when I said that, your legs are shaking love,  wanna cum? Yeah? Wanna cum in the middle of the kitchen? Since you are so shameless, maybe you want me to make you squirt on the kitchen floor? Yeah? Maybe next time they could sit here and watch you getting fucked. watch me eat this pretty pussy, watch you gag and choke on my cock as I fuck your face? What do you think love?" 

"oh look at your juices dripping down your thighs and my palm, whining and moaning at the top of your lungs, ready to cum around my fingers"

You were so close, and his dirty tongue only pushed you the edge. Until..."why did you stop?!!!"

A loud laugh comes form deep in his chest as he pulls you up against his chest, shoving his wet fingers in your mouth. " No baby, you are not coming on anything else then my cock today. What happened to the girl who was begging for the bedroom anyway?"

You'd Blush, sucking on his fingers while looking up in his eyes, they are black with pent up desire. The vision makes him crazy, and it all happens very fast, him, pushing down his joggers, pushing you against the big window, your back firmly pressed to his chest. And fucking inside of you with no warnings. 

You moan loudly, eyes widened from the shock of finding your self against the cold glass. "Look down baby, look at the people passing by, they could look up, and see you, getting fucked by me, hmm? See how you take every inch of my cock so well, how you face twist, when I'm buried balls deep, in my tight little cunt"  the filth and the idea of being seen makes you blush, and you hide your face in your hands.

 "The others must be on their way back. They could see you from the street or just catch us like that..." 

"Oh don't be shy now, I'm not moving, see, you are the one fucking yourself on my cock." "Ohh my cute girl didn't even realize? How adorable" "you know what, I'm not going to move, you are going to keep fucking yourself on my cock, like the needy princess that you are for me, yes ?" "Good girl, whimpering and throwing back" his metal hand wraps around your throat, forbidding you to look away from the street, his thumb pushing past your lips. "Who do you belong to? Hmm, say my name." 

"Tony has a fucking crush on you, what would they think, what would he think, coming back and seeing you getting fucked against this window? Huh, I bet they would enjoy seeing you like that, glassy eyes, all weak in my arms, taking more pleasure then what you can handle, soo pretty for me... I'd let them watch, so they know they can't fucking compete with me about you. Right?"

 "Fuck, Fuck, I'm close"

"Get on your knees, pretty girl, let me mark this pretty face, cum all over it, while you look at me, while someone might be watching you getting marked." 

Did he fuck you? Yes, hard.

Did he make you scream? So much that your voice is weak.

Did he make you cum against that Fucking window? Hell yeah. Twice.

Did he make you gather and lick the cum that covered your chest and face? Yes, and it almost made him fuck you again right there. 

Did he keep you close to him for the rest of the day telling you that you could wear whatever you wanted whenever you wanted and that you looked beautiful in those pyjamas? He sure did. 

Did you care if someone saw?fuck no. You were Bucky's it wasn't a secret. And you might have discovered your exhibition kink now ...fuck he'd be the death of you.

[beauty-of-depravation]

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