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Sebastian Stan // Nick Fowler

#sebastian stan #the 355 #nick fowler

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Sebastian Stan // Pam and Tommy

#pam and tommy #sebastian stan #lily james

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SEBASTIAN STAN Pam & Tommy | 2022 dir. Craig Gillespie

#sebastian stan #pam and tommy

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quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

summary: taking care of peter's wounds always ends the same way. [andrew gardfield's spiderman x reader]

warnings: mutual masturbation (handjob and fingering), slight cum play? (technically also spit? idk if it counts)

18+ ONLY || MINORS DON'T INTERACT OR I'LL BLOCK YOU

word count: 1.3k

a/n: I'M OBSESSED WITH ANDREW'S PETER PARKER AND WHAT ABOUT IT?? this came to me after i watched that scene in the first tasm movie lol. in this, you and peter are in university (around 22 years old, let’s pretend people in their 20s care about nerds and bullys). also, there's no nwh spoilers in this, so everyone can read it.

“You’re an idiot,” you scold, tenderly cleaning the small cut on his chin from his fight with Flash.

Peter hisses when the alcohol seeps into the wound, almost throwing his head back against the mirror in pain but your grip on his jaw keeps him in place.

“Mmm, actually, I’m pretty smart,” he says, settling his hands on your waist and pulling you between his legs. “Top of the class, even.”

You roll your eyes, dumping the cotton on the sink and opening up a bandaid. “Not street smart enough, apparently,” you quip back, a small smirk on your lips, then drop it back to a frown. You put the bandaid on and cup his face. “Honestly, what were you thinking?”

“That Flash needed to be humbled a little. You know,” he shrugs, “show him not all nerds won’t fight back.” At your blank look, he grabs your face and squishes your cheeks. “C’mon, don’t look at me like that,” he pouts, cocking his head to the side.

“It’s a stupid reason,” you say.

“Mhm,” he hums.

“He broke your camera,” he hums again, shrugging one shoulder disinterestedly. He can fix it himself later. “You know I worry about you,” you continue. Peter hums once more, this time fighting back a smile. What can he say? He likes to know you care about him. “And you’re hurt.”

“Mhm, I am. Will you kiss it better?”

You huff out an irritated breath. Peter laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re unbelievable,” you shake your head.

“You’re my nurse!” he chuckles, tilting your head back so you can look him in the eye. Childishly, he says, “Won’t you please make my booboo better?”

You try to pull away but he holds on to your face, shaking his head. “No, no, come here,” and he leans down to kiss you. Out of sheer stubbornness, you continue to struggle, but soon enough your body melts into his. You sag against him, one of your hands resting on his leg as leverage while the other goes to the back of his head and pulls on his hair.

He groans into your mouth, leaving the kiss in favour of trailing his lips down your neck. You sigh in pleasure, his sloppy pecks and nibbles making your tummy flutter nicely, a warmth seeping into your core that makes you a little fuzzy.

Your hand on his leg moves up slowly, teasingly. You reach his crotch at the same time his hand sneaks underneath your skirt, barely skirting your underwear, but it’s enough for you to whine desperately.

“Will you make it better, baby?” Peter mumbles into your skin, his hot breath making you shiver. You palm him through his jeans, feeling him harden with your simple touch. With shaky hands, you unbuckle his belt, your knees almost buckling when Peter rubs your clit through your panties. He smirks against your neck when the fabric gets wetter.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, running your nails over his stomach. His muscles flex, a low moan coming out of Peter’s mouth.

“Don’t tease,” he groans.

“You’re teasing me, too,” you chuckle, kissing his jaw and nipping it. You unzip his jeans, sneaking your fingers under the band of his boxers and running the soft pads of your fingers along his cock. Peter twitches at your delicate caress; desperate for more.

With an impatient huff, Peter moves your underwear to the side and runs his fingers between your glistening folds, coating them in your arousal, then slowly pushing two of them inside you. Your breath hitches at the slight burn, his fingers stretching you as he thrusts them. You rest your forehead against his, biting your lip to prevent the whine that threatens to leave your mouth from coming out.

Peter raises his hips to help you pull down his underwear, his cock finally springing free of its confines and hitting his stomach. “Shit,” he curses when you grab him. “Gimme your hand.”

You do as he says, looking through hooded eyes as he brings it closer to his mouth and runs his tongue all over it. It’s a lewd sight, your boyfriend covering your hand with his spit while he fingers you, but it’s so hot that you can’t help but moan. Loudly.

He gives you a nod and you grab his cock again, pumping him slowly and thumbing the slit whenever you reach the tip. He moans and throws his head back, the mirror rattling from the impact, but neither of you cares too much.

You gasp when Peter curls his fingers, pushing them to his knuckles and feeling a new wave of slick coating them. You grab the back of his neck with a shuddering moan, tightening your grip around his cock.

“So good, baby, you’re so good,” he moans, tilting down his head and bumping your jaw with his nose. He kisses underneath it, going up to your chin before kissing your lips deeply, drinking in all the pretty sounds you make for him.

Your pussy flutters around his fingers, your body eagerly receiving his praise. “I’m close,” you whimper into his mouth. He can tell, you’re practically squeezing the life out of his fingers, your pussy clinging to them and trying to keep them snug inside you.

Peter pulls your lower lip between his teeth, his thumb now rubbing circles on your clit. You’re so wet for him it’s slippery, but the effect he has on you drives him mad. “I know, baby, I know,” he coos hoarsely, his ears ringing with the wet sounds your pussy makes. “But hold it for me, yeah? I want to cum with you.”

You nod shakily, focusing on bringing Peter to the edge. You mimic the pace he fucks you with, biting and kissing along his neck, letting your other hand explore his torso under his t-shirt.

Peter takes hold of the roots of your hair, pulling you away from him. “Look at me,” he groans. Your lips are parted as you gaze at him, scanning your eyes over the purple bruise on his cheek and the cut on his chin, before finding a home in Peter’s chocolate ones. “You can let go, c’mon. Y’can do it, give it to me, baby.”

You come undone together– Peter twitching in your hand and covering it in white spurts with a beautiful whimper, and you falling against Peter, your legs shaking as you moan brokenly. He holds you tightly, the hand on your back coaxing you while he helps you ride your orgasm out.

You hide your face in his chest as you catch your breath, Peter tucking his head in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. He takes in your perfume– the hints of jasmine filling his nostrils and making him relax even more, the previous tension in his shoulders evaporating completely.

With slow and gentle movements, he pulls out his fingers, shushing you when you whine. He taps your wrist and leans completely against the mirror, keeping you from slumping down with a tight grip on your hip.

Already knowing what he wants, you bring your hand up to his mouth, Peter doing the same with his. He pokes his tongue out and licks your fingers, cleaning up the mess he made. He makes sure there’s no residue left behind, looking into your eyes as he runs his tongue over the back of your hand, grinning at the slight blush on your face.

“Your turn,” he says once he’s done, tapping his still wet fingers on your lips. You take them into your mouth and suck on them, running the flat of your tongue under the pads of his index and middle fingers with a content hum, your eyes falling shut as you clean him.

Even when there’s no more cum to clean up, you keep sucking on them, holding on to his wrist like a lifeline. Peter cups the back of your head and kisses your forehead, mumbling a “good girl” and tucking you under his chin.

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On bad dragon there’s one called Kona and if you get it in black that is basically a Venom tentacle. Just throwing that out there for anyone with Venom needs. 👀 👀👀

Yo, Venom would steal Eddie's credit card and buy that for you if you were to ever go away for a trip. Doesn't matter if it's just over night for work. Venom sticks the toy in your bag and demands video evidence because if being with Eddie has taught him anything its that proof is everything.

Eddie calls you when you tell him your in your hotel for the night, the preconference drinks at the hotel bar making you feel a bit tingly, a bit fuzzy. You pick up the phone and stumble a bit, wobbling out of your shoes.

"Hey baby, you in for the night?" Eddie sounds like he always does when he talks to you- kinda tired, kinda stressed, kinda in love.

"Yeah," you sigh, the alcohol still heavy on your tongue.

"LOOK IN YOUR BAG, NIBBLES," Venom growls into the line.

You make a pouty noise, too tired to do anything but lay on the hard mattress, but you do as Venom asks because you know it's just easier on everyone if you follow his directions sometimes. You ruffle through your stuff, humming with interest when you see Eddie packed your favourite candy with a note that says 'for the sweetest snack."

"Holy shit," you slur.

Your fingers wrap around the soft silicone and pull out the jet black dildo. Before Eddie can ask that everything is okay, Venom is shouting into the phone again.

"WE WANT YOU TO THINK OF US WHEN YOU ARE AWAY. BECAUSE WE CAN NOT FUCK YOU. NIBBLES USE THE FAKE DICK AND PRETEND IT US. WE WANT TO SEE YOU USE IT."

Eddie splutters on the line, but you can't hold back your moan. You don't even question Venom, maybe it's because of the alcohol or maybe it's because the idea of phone sex sounds too good to say no to right now. The call is switched to a video call, Eddie is sitting on the bed with Venom's floating head bobbing slightly with excitement. You remove your clothes as quickly as you can and try to find a good position, something comfortable and where they can see all the action.

You tease the toy to your lips, flicking the tip your tongue and Eddie gasps. The toy easily slips past your lips, the silicone getting slick and just touching the back of your throat. You giggle a little when Eddie moans and whines when you remove it from your mouth. So that's Venom's game.

"THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN."

[gibbyisbatman]

god is fair, sexy nasty

minors DNI pls. 18+ 

summary: after a drink or two, you try to pick a fight with peter parker. he doesn’t really like to argue. 

pairing: tasm peter parker x reader

content: nsfw, angry sex, oral fixation, orgasm delay, tipsy sex. asshole peter parker 

authors note: i never post smut that i write pls be kind i am crying internally. idk if this even makes sense i just have brain rot . 

  High school parties in New York were way different than what it looks like in the movies. But it’s hard to deny a time like this, when it’s warm during finals week, and all of your friends are talking about the party at Flash Thompson’s house — it’s the perfect weather for it, after all. And besides, who doesn’t want to relieve some stress after a really long week at Midtown? 

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡, 𝐛.𝐛

a/n: thank you all so much for all the love on 'the bar rules'! i am overwhelmed with the amount of love and responses!! y'all continue to amaze me <3

pairing: dad'sbestfriend!bucky x reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged! however, DO NOT repost/steal ANY of my fics!

18+ warning

warnings: 18+, language, affair, unprotected sex, light breeding kink, dirty talk, sorry for any missed typos

words: 1.1k

The sneaking around was part of the thrill- the most thrilling is when you'd tease him when he comes over.

The look on his face when you made your down the staircase with an extra bounce in your step- just enough to make him notice your chest.

"Hi, Y/N, good to see you!" The greeting came from the wife of the man you've been seeing.

The first encounter with each other wasn't supposed to happen. You were watching your parent's house while they were on their annual vacation- and your dad sent his best friend to check on the house and making sure you were okay.

The friendly conversation that started out innocently talking about college- then quickly turned into one too many glasses of beer. Which led to his cock stuffed inside you on the staircase.

From that day, the two of you saw each other any time you could.

Bucky grits his teeth as he sees your body appear.

The sundress.

The sundress that drove him up the wall and made him slur his words. The sundress he knew didn't have a bra or panties underneath it. The sight of your nipples peeking through the thin material made his cock twitch.

"Hi, Bucky!" You say his name so innocently- like you've never screamed it in this very room.

"Y/N!" Giving him a quick hug, you feel his body tense the moment your chest made contact with is.

The lunch consisted of a few more of your parent's friends. Most of the time, you kept in conversation with your mother and the other wives. The ladies talk about their work lives and make slight innuendos- making you mentally cringe at the images.

The husbands are talking in the kitchen, but you left a pair of eyes burning through your clothes. Knowing exactly who, you sit up biting your lip- not daring to turn around.

Instead, you get up from your seat and enter the kitchen- in search of another drink.

Bucky watches your every move, but the men, and your dad, don't notice as they're engulfed in conversation. Bending over to move items in the fridge, Bucky's mouth parts, and he shifts weight on his feet.

Grabbing the last bottle of beer, you stand straight up, smirking at Bucky. His knuckles turn white from the grip on his own bottle.

The next few hours are excruciating as Bucky tried to keep his eyes off your body. In the short amount of time, you've managed to: brush against his front, bending over in front of him, moan from how good the food tasted, rub his leg underneath the table, and disguising suggestive comments.

You knew he couldn't take it anymore; he was bursting at the seams- his face beaming red and stuttering in every sentence. You're confident that if you looked underneath the table, you'd find a bulge.

"Thank you so much for lunch, mama. I'm going to go finish up some assignments for my summer class." Bucky's eyes follow you as you bend in front of him.

You hug your mom from behind as she sits, finishing her own food. As you do so, your breast hung in front of him freely.

You made your way up the stairs. Smirking to yourself- you know it'll only be a matter of minutes before Bucky would be knocking at your door.

That was the last straw. Bucky couldn't sit still anymore, watching your breast bounce with every step up the stairs.

Readjusting his pants underneath the table, Bucky excuses himself to use the restroom.

The guest bathroom being upstairs worked to his benefit. Once he is at the top of the steps, and behind the wall, he knocks on your bedroom door lightly.

"You're a tease." He hissed the moment you opened your door.

Wasting no time, Bucky's hands grab at your waist. There wasn't any time to make a sly remark as Bucky's lips were already on yours.

Bucky's hands roam your body, landing at the bottom of your dress- sliding it up your body, exposing that you, in fact, weren't wearing panties.

"I fucking knew it." Bucky breathes against your neck as he attacks the flesh.

He had limited time before your dad (and his wife) would start to wonder what was taking him so long.

The needy hands slid the rest of your dress up and over your head- breasts dropping, making his head dizzy and his mouth water. Bucky gave you no time to react as his hands went underneath your thighs and hoisted your body up and onto the bed.

"Gotta make it quick- wouldn't want my dad finding out," The words remind him that as much as he would love to devour your sweet cunt, that he only had so long- and he couldn't go downstairs with a bulge.

While he unbuckles his belt, you stare up at him- teasing your clit, warming yourself up.

Revealing his cock, your eyes lock on his tip- swollen and already dripping with precum.

"See what that fucking dress does to me?" Scooting to the edge of the bed, your legs fall open.

"Walking around without panties on," Stroking his cock, he positions himself at your entrance- teasing your clit.

"Giving me a hard on while sitting next to my wife, you're a filthy girl," Suddenly, his cock fills you.

Before you could moan, his hand covers your mouth.

"Mmh, don't wanna get caught, now do we?" Your eyes roll back, and your hips squirm- turning into putty.

He chuckles at how quickly you submitted to him.

"Not so brave now, huh?" The thrusts are quick and harsh- making it hard to think.

The moans get caught in his hand, muffling them. Your legs begin to tremble, your brain becoming hazy, and the familiar wave of pleasure builds in your stomach.

"I can feel how close you are- your cunt is practically beggin' for my cum," He breathes.

The wave grows, and your hips meet his halfway, desperately wanting more.

"You want my cum? Want to be full of all day?" The filthy words through you over the edge, your walls tighten.

The wave crashing into you, and your hips squirm uncontrollably. Ropes of cum shoot inside you, overwhelming your body.

The panting mess of a man hovering over you, kisses your forehead before pulling out.

"She'll be away this weekend to visit her sister. Stay with me?" Bucky asks, grabbing the towel that previously hung off your chair.

You nod excitedly.

Bucky wipes away the cum that spilled onto your thighs, kissing your lips.

"Good, behave till then." He winks, tucking himself tucks into his pants.

"No promises," Bucky sighs and chuckles before closing the door as he leaves.

[gibbyisbatman]

𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐟.𝐜

a/n: im a whore for this man, he can whatever the fuck he wants to me & i’d thank him

based on these little blurbs i did #1 #2

pairing: frank castle x needy!reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged! however, DO NOT repost/steal ANY of my fics!

18+ warning

warnings: 18+, language, unprotected sex, bondage, overstimulation, masturbation (f), degrading kink, light praising kink, use of sex toys, sorry for any missed typos!

words: 1.2k

the last couple of days, you've been needier than normal. craving his coarse palms on your body- roaming. wanted him to throw you around like a rag doll- be his little fuck toy.

embarrassed to ask him, you kept quiet- and your legs squeezed shut. determined to let whatever this overwhelming need for him to pass. masturbating, when he went to the store or to finish business with god, knows who. the moment you heard the door rustling, your fingers disappearing from your clit.

the vibrator and toys sit in frank's end table drawer- taunting you.

frank knew. oh, he knew by the way you wouldn't be as affectionate with him. quick pecks and no cuddling or hands on him. frank was smart enough to know how much you needed him.

he found enjoyment in seeing you worked up, trying to prove you didn't need him- but he wasn't gonna let you off easy.

the less touchy you became, the more he became- kissing your neck, rubbing your inner thigh, doing pull-ups in the doorway of your bedroom, and whispering how much he wanted to stretch out your pussy and how he wanted to see you cry from how good he made you feel.

his favorite was when he'd graze over your clit when you were laying bed, slowly rubbing circles with his thumb. when he'd hear your small pants and your hips gently roll into his fingers- he'd just get up and go make breakfast or grab a drink.

he loved seeing the concentration on your face- trying to calm yourself down, squirming ever so lightly.

torturing you was his favorite activity.

the moans and whines left your mouth carelessly- loud and desperate to cum. the frustration boiled over and you couldn't take it anymore. you're on the bed, sprawled out with the wand pressed to your clit.

lost in your own little world and the sounds of your whines, you didn't hear the door open and close.

frank chuckles to himself, you had finally cracked- and he was going to have his fun with you.

frank dropped the keys on the kitchen counter and his bag by the door. the shirt he was wearing lands on the floor.

"i knew you'd crack eventually," the rugged voice causes you to jolt and lose your orgasm.

"fuck you frank! i was so close!" the pathetic whine makes him chuckle.

"don't worry, i'll have you begging me to stop," he crouches down, pulling the rope from underneath the bed.

"frank..." the warning tone doesn't phase him- he continues to fix the knot on the loops on the end of the headboard.

"wanna cum or not? cause i can leave," you wished he was joking, but he was serious. he'd leave you tied up and crying from how many times he edged you.

"no. i wanna cum," you grumble and pout.

soon, your wrists and ankles are tied down, leg spread wide. when you thought being tied was going to be the worst part of the night, you saw the wand in his hand and the ducted tape.

the two items, soaking you instantly.

pulling on a piece of duct tape long enough to wrap around your thigh, frank places the vibrator (that is still on) on your clit.

"oh shit!" a smirk is plastered on his face; he wraps the tape around your thigh and around the wand- securing it down.

once satisfied with the placement, he turns the toy up a few notches. chills cover your body, pebbling your nipples.

removing the rest of his clothes, frank sits in the chair in the corner of the room. watching you twitch and jerk your hips. your eyes could barely stay open as the first orgasm rolls over you.

"frank! please!" the arousal drip on the sheets, leaving a wet spot.

frank just watches you plead and eyes rolling back. it became hard to think about anything else other than the pleasure between your thighs. your dripping hole pulsing around nothing- your chest is heavy as you're gasping for breath.

"frank- i-i want you, please- turn it- turn it off!" every few words, you're interrupted by a cry- the vibrations make your legs tremble.

by the end of your second orgasm, you're yanking on the restraints and begging for him to turn it off. frank just sits, slowly stroking himself.

"ah, i think you can give me one more, just one more than you can have this cock- how does that sound?" he's taunting you, knowing that you can barely speak.

the pornographic sob and your back arching tells frank your third orgasm rolls through you. he can see your legs shaking and hears your blubbering whines.

"attagirl! i knew you could give me a third," he beams proudly at your heaving chest and sweaty body.

he switches off the toy he grabs the towel from the chair. whipping away the access juices, he cups your sopping wet cunt- bringing your body down while you're gasping for air, tugging on the restraints

as your body recovers from the assault on your now swollen, clit- frank unties your wrists and ankles.

"i fucking hate you," is all you manage to mumble.

"keep telling yourself that," he hovers over your body, looking down at the mess in between your thighs.

"what a filthy girl, i just cleaned you up, and you're already dripping," dipping his hand between your thighs,

underneath him, frank positions his cock at your hole. your legs wrapped around his torso- bucking your hips into his. he enters you slowly before he thrusts at an agonizingly slow pace.

building you up all the way- just to pull you down by pulling completely out. the pathetic attempts of jerking your hips upwards to get some relief made him laugh,

"i stop for a second, and you try to fuck yourself?" he rams into you, filling you entirely. the sudden fullness makes your eyes roll back and your back arch.

"that what you wanted?" the inability to make a noise only makes the teasing worse.

back inside you, your walls clench around his cock- squeezing him. frank grunts with every thrust. your grip around his cock pushes him closer to his high but holding back till you cum again.

you've entered another world; your hips meet his half way- desperate to be filled again.

"my cock making you feel that good? you can't even answer me?" the taunting only makes you whine- the only sound you can manage to make.

each thrust is deep and slow; you feel every inch. he looks at the nonverbal, blabbering mess below him,

the smile widens on his face,

"my pretty little whore cock drunk?" leaning down, he kisses the side of your neck.

wrapping your arms around him, you close any gaps of space between you. the fourth orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave. the incoherent moans and words fall from your mouth, your cunt contracting uncontrollably.

the pleasure numbs the rest of your body- your nails sinking into his back. the combination of your cunt contracting around him and the pain from your nails sends him hurdling into his own orgasm.

frank grunts and shoots ropes of cum into your cunt- pumping you full.

he holds himself there for a moment, allowing you to milk him dry. pulling out of you and collapsing next to you, frank kisses your shoulder,

"if you need me, you need to tell me- as much as i love seeing you worked up- i love seeing that cunt full even more."

[gibbyisbatman]

venom!bucky drabble <<3

notes: monsterfucking, unprotected sex, praise kink — 18+ only. i cannot stress this enough; minors, fuck. off.

“you’re so sweet.” he purred, dragging his nose down your jaw before gently nipping at your collarbone. it sent a shiver down your spine as you found yourself pinned under the hundreds of pounds that was bucky.

bucky and venom.

sweeter than any chocolate. he mused, the low and gruff voice echoing in your head as you gasped when bucky sunk his teeth into the flesh right above your breast.

somehow connected. somehow intertwined. but forever theirs.

“i can’t wait to feel you, baby.” bucky’s breathing was ragged as his fingers worked you open.

you’d been ready since before dinner, but they were making you wait. and it annoyed you to all hell.

but then when bucky slipped in, the first soft “fuck,” falling past your lips; you forgave them instantaneously.

look at how pretty our pet is. his voice made your walls flutter around his cock. slick drenching you both as he rocked harder and harder against you.

so pretty. the praises didn’t stop. so pretty i think i want a taste.

your back arched, gripping the bedsheets like they were your fucking lifeline when you felt him growing larger and warmer.

and then it was just him. bucky was there, you could feel him—hear him. but venom was in charge and everyone knew it.

when you opened your eyes, meeting the large dark figure, something snapped inside of you as he engulfed you.

you’re ours now, i’m inside you and yet, you own us.

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Spider-Man (2002) dir. Sam Raimi + letterboxd reviews

[gibbyisbatman]

No words can describe how I feel rn.

what's that? you want a drabble inspired by this gif? yeah sure

Inappropriate

18+

your newest employee gets a little excited during a zoom call, and he can't help but try and relieve himself.

warning: frat!intern!bucky x ceo!reader, mature themes, age gap (reader is around 10 years older than bucky), smut (praise kink, masturbation, degradation, jerk-off instructions, use of a fleshlight, mommy kink, sub!bucky, mean dom!reader)

"and with the implementation of our newest marketing strategy, we'll be seeing a wider client base in the east," bruce says while you and the others in the call lazily listen.

"great," you reply, closing your notebook. "is that everything?"

a short silence falls in the meeting as none of the 16 people in the call speak up.

"alright then," you say, sitting up. "that's a wrap. we'll catch up first thing on friday morning. james, could you stay behind? i need to discuss your schedule with you."

everyone else gives their goodbyes before leaving the two of you alone. james barnes is your intern for the summer; he's a college boy with not much experience or knowledge, but he gets the job done. you definitely won't be offering him a full time role once he graduates, but he's polite and easy on the eyes.

"how you doing today?" you ask him casually while flicking through to the right page in your notebook.

"good, yeah," he replies. "how about you, ma'am?"

"yeah, good," you mumble, before landing on the page you need. "right. so, today i'll need you to chase up odinson industries for an update on the caldwell property. they've been delaying it for far too fucking long; just do your best to find out when the insurance bullshit will be sorted out."

"on it," bucky replies, scribbling down on his notepad, before glancing up. "also, about the mansion up on dewberry street - i managed to track down the paperwork we needed. whenever you're ready, we can go ahead and sell it."

your eyes light up at his news. you honestly didn't think he had it in him. "good boy."

his breath hitches in his throat, but you barely hear it. while you continue walking him through what he needs to do today, he rubs his boner in an attempt to alleviate some of the pain. the way your tits are so obviously not caged by a bra in your low-cut shirt has been driving him insane since the meeting began, your sultry voice going straight to his cock with every word you say.

good boy. good boy. good boy.

fuck. his cock's out his pants. when did that happen?

"maximoff interiors are being assholes and upping their price for that shitty faux leather they use," you grumble. "i need you to email tim in budgeting and schedule a meeting between him and i for friday. any time between 1 and 5."

"y-yeah, will do, ma'am," bucky replies weakly, shamelessly jerking off at this point. it isn't like you're looking up, anyway, and he can't fucking help himself. your nipples are sitting hard under the thin material, making his cock twitch.

"thank you," you mutter, before looking up.

his eyes are shut, his bottom lip trembling, and his left arm is suspiciously moving up and down.

"are you masturbating?"

his actions immediately stop and his eyes burst wide open. mortified, he stumbles over his words. "i- i don't- no-"

"how fucking pathetic are you?" you ask him with narrow eyes. "touching yourself while your boss talks about work?"

bucky gulps, his eyes glossing over. he is so fucking fired. his dad's gonna kill him.

"rubbing your little cock over my voice?" you go on, a devilish look on your face. "or is it my tits that you can't stop staring at?"

a shaky breath leaves his mouth. "ma'am-"

"keep going," you order him curtly. "keep touching yourself like the desperate little thing you are."

his fingers wrap back around his shaft. is he dreaming?

"such a dumb little boy," you mutter. "can't even go half a fucking hour without your cock getting hard."

bucky lets out a feeble whimper, stroking himself up and down.

"what are you waiting for, hmm? show me it," you demand him. "unless it's as fucking pathetic as you, that is."

nervously, he brings his hand up to the laptop screen before pushing it down, angling it so you can see his entire cock. fuck. it's a lot bigger and thicker than you were expecting, and you almost drool.

"fuck, baby," you whisper. "move the laptop further back. wanna see your pretty face."

he does as you say, quickly pushing his laptop backwards.

"take off your shirt," you say. "quickly."

he obeys, practically ripping apart his buttons as he rushes to get shirtless for you. one of his hands runs down his impressive abs, making you smirk as he puts on a little show for you.

"such a slut," you mumble. "so quick to do exactly as i say. you know how inappropriate you're being right now?"

"yes, ma'am," bucky answers you.

"keep going," you say. "spit on your cock for me."

leaning his head forward, he lets a long string of saliva escape his mouth and fall onto the head of his dick, before it slides down his shaft. he rubs it all around, lubricating it. a low groan leaves his mouth as he looks up at you, before biting his lip. the way you're watching him, fully clothed, only makes it hotter.

"james, i want you to rub your balls for me," you tell him. "do it."

he does, bringing his free hand to his balls. you see him tugging on them, making you smirk.

"harder," you say sternly. "make it fucking hurt. you like that, don't you? you like when it hurts?"

bucky nods adamantly, weak gasps and moans escaping his mouth. "fuck. oh, fuck."

"that's right, just like that," you egg him on. "doing so good for me. doesn't it feel good, being my obedient little boy?"

"yes, ma'am," he whines, bucking his hips up. "so good. thank you, ma'am, making me feel so good."

"have you got any toys, baby?" you ask him teasingly. "a naughty slut like you, you definitely have something to fuck, don't you?"

he groans, reaching off-camera before pulling out a fleshlight. you almost laugh at how typical he is.

"i bet you fuck that thing so hard, don't you?" you ask him with a smirk. "fill it with your cum, over and over again, like the dirty boy you are?"

"yes, ma'am," he cries, pumping his cock faster. "i imagine it's you." shit. he was not supposed to admit that.

you laugh darkly at his revelation, raising a brow. "is that right? you fantasize about fucking your boss?"

"every damn morning and night," he breathes out, his bicep flexing as he jerks off harder.

"fuck it, now," you say flatly. "show me how you do it, baby."

his dick is slick with spit and pre-cum, so he doesn't need to lube the toy up before pushing it inside. immediately, he groans lowly, slowly pumping it up and down.

the view makes your cunt clench around nothing. desperately, he fucks the fleshlight hard and fast, letting out loud moans.

"just like that, good boy," you praise him with a smile. "such a dirty little boy for me."

"m- ma'am," he cries, fucking up into it. "i'm gonna cum."

"take your cock out," you order him. "i wanna watch you cum all over yourself."

he does as you say, throwing the fleshlight to the side and replacing it with his hand.

"mommy," he whispers almost inaudibly, triggering something in you.

"say it again," you demand. "louder."

"fuck, mommy," he cries, throwing his head back. "so fucking good."

"what do you think about?" you ask him. "when you imagine fucking me?"

bucky groans, looking back down at the screen. "i think about you riding me. your tits bouncing up and down, while i fuck your brains out."

your legs squeeze together at his words, and you bite your lips. "wanna see them, baby? wanna see mommy's tits?"

"please," he begs with wonder in his eyes. "please, mommy, i need your tits so bad."

deciding to spoil him, you slowly roll up your shirt, letting your breasts spill out. he uses his free hand to grab his phone while continuing to jerk off and hoping you don't notice him taking a picture of your boobs. you do, but you don't mention it. you know he isn't the type to boast.

"oh, my god," he groans, staring at your hard nipples. "you're so fucking beautiful, mommy."

"thank you, baby," you say sweetly, before pulling and twisting your nipples, making yourself moan.

unable to hold back, bucky cums right then, shooting his hot seed all over his chest with a loud grunt. "oh, fuck!" he yells, bucking his hips up as his cum drips down his abs. "so good, mommy, so good."

you let out a content sigh as he jerks himself off through his orgasm, stopping once he's spent. slowly, you pull your top back down, giving him a smirk.

"i'll call you tonight for an update on where you get at with those tasks," you say casually.

"yes, ma'am," bucky replies through heavy breaths, his eyelids fluttering as the aftershocks of his orgasm shoot through his body.

smiling, you shoot him a wink. "good boy."

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“You Aren’t Gwen” Andrew!Peter x Fem!Reader

SAFE FROM NWH SPOILERS (You’re Safe)

Song: While Writing This The Two Songs I Kept Listening To Was “I Know I Have A Heart” Andrew Lloyd Webber, and “Jar Of Hearts” Christina Perri.

Prompt: After a bad night of patrolling, Peter’s hyperfocus is on fixing his web shooters, and unpurposefully ignoring Y/N. This causes her to attempt to help Peter just to make things worse. Hurtful words were said, and Y/N’s actions led to consequences Peter can only blame himself for.

Genre: ANGST, ANGST, ANGST… Fluff at the end if you squint. 

Warnings: Slight argument, swearing, mentions of physical abuse, mentions of assault, mentions of violence, intrusive thoughts, the given title (Thanks Peter For That). Probably typos.

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- “You Aren’t Gwen”- 

“That’s it, I’m gonna fail,” Y/N announces, dropping her notebook into her lap. She’s been taking notes for almost four hours while Peter worked on his web shooters which malfunctioned in one of his fights during his nightly patrol. “Peter?” she calls out when he doesn’t answer. “Peter?!” 

“Hm?” An earbud falls out of one of his ears when he spins to face her. “Sorry.” He shakes his head with a rush of guilt. “I’m just really trying to fix these so I can get back to helping people.” 

“I understand.” 

“Good. So–uh–what is it?” he asks, scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh, just…” She notices that his attention is back on his gadget. “Nothing,” she clears her throat. “Can I see?” She sets her pen and notes to the side, needing a break. 

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♡ pairing — tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

♡ summary — peter has y/n touch herself in front of a mirror to have her see just how pretty she is, and of course to see the mess she makes.

♡ includes — sexual content (SMUT below the cut), pwp, praise kink, masturbation in front of a mirror, light choking

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She was perched upon his lap, ass pressed hotly against his groin and her thighs were bent at the knees, parted crudely to hook over his own. The arousal that pooled in the crotch of her panties was seeping, the fabric saturated completely and soaking straight through to his jeans.

The whole escapade had her reeling and writhing, squirming desperately against his chest, though her glassy gaze never shied away from the mirror that sat in front of them, floor length and leaning meticulously against the wall — reflecting the both of them so hotly.

“That’s it, pretty girl-” he cooed, reddened, puffy lips grazing at her throat and nipping at the flesh with his teeth before lolling his tongue over the mark he had inflicted. “watch yourself.”

Long fingers teased the elastic of her underwear, the pretty, pink cotton soaked through and see-through, the constant surges of arousal had her clit thumping and throbbing, just begging to be touched and played with.

“So pretty, don’t y’think?”

He had her babbling incoherently, barely even touching her and she gripped tightly at his forearms for some sort of stability.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do-” He spoke, barely above a whisper, tongue teasingly flicking against the shell of her ear. “you’re gonna touch yourself for me-”

Y/n sucked in an inward breath; sharp and shaky — overwhelmed completely by the sticky feeling between her thighs, not to mention the way he felt her up, something she was sure wouldn’t feel anywhere near as good if she did it herself.

“Pete, please- I—”

“Uh uh,” he shook his head, a single brow cocked and she watched him desperately, his lips parted so deliciously she inwardly crooned to push her tongue against his. “let me finish.”

Peter’s calloused hand had wrapped around her throat, with no pressure at first, but he slowly pressed the tips of his fingers a little tighter against the sides of her throat — squeezing just enough to have her pay attention and keep her gaze on his through that mirror — to have her sit still and listen to him like a good girl.

“You’re gonna touch yourself and see how much of a mess you make — give me a little show,” his hips rutted against her at the thought. “-and then after I might just fill you up. How does that sound, baby?”

Poor y/n found it hard to concentrate. She could feel his cock — stiff and prominent through his jeans, pearly beads of pre-cum more than likely staining his briefs and her mouth salivated and drooled pathetically at the thought.

Maybe if she was good, she thought — if she did exactly what he told her and touched herself while gazing at her own reflection, she would get to have him in her mouth.

“Come on, I asked you a question.”

“Yes, Pete- sounds so good.”

He sponged a chaste little kiss upon the roundness of her cheek, once, twice, three times before humming in approval, the sound rumbling in his chest and vibrating against her back.

“Good girl,” he patted at her thigh, “such a good girl.”

A shiver rushed down her spine, a whine getting caught in her throat but she managed to hold it back.

She trailed a hand to her mound, cupping it lazily before flicking her eyes to his.

“C-can I?”

“Course you can, pretty girl-” mouth pressing hot kisses to her neck, suckling on a patch of skin, just to watch it bloom and bruise. “good girl for asking.”

So, as she began to slip her shaking fingers beneath the band of her underwear, he took his own fingers to stretch the fabric that covered her to the side — revealing her clenching and dripping pussy, the air cool against the arousal that oozed and spread along her folds.

“There you go,” he cooed, eyes ever-darkening and pupils blown, the sight of her bare and impossibly wet had him clutch his bottom lip between his teeth. “You see that? See how pretty you are?”

Y/n was whimpering, two fingers running through her sopping folds before circling her peaked clit. Her hips bucked and rutted into her own hand, gaze stuck solely on Peter and his swarming eyes — that pretty mouth of his parted and his unoccupied hand trailed along her stomach before stroking and kneading at her clothed tits (the other hand still clutching the crotch of her panties and pulling it to the side — just to give her a little helping hand).

“Look at you, makin’ such a mess of yourself-” her fingers went faster, circling that engorged clit of hers with three fingers, so near to unraveling from his utterly dirty words alone. “see what I get to play with, hm? Such a pretty pussy.”

She was nodding so exuberantly, her middle and ring fingers slipping inside her with little resistance and pumping with a fervent pace. But god, her own fingers weren’t enough— they couldn’t reach that spot so deep inside her like Peter’s could. How she wished they were his fingers and not her own.

“Peter, please- need your help,” she whined, fingers slowing and growing tired, but the heat and throbbing between her thighs never ceased. “make me cum. Please!”

“Come on, baby, be a good girl for me,” he pressed another kiss to her cheek. “told you, didn’t I. If you’re a good girl and do as I say, I’ll fill you up nice and good.”

Y/n pouted at him through the mirror.

“I’ll be a good girl, I swear- just need more.”

Pete chuckled before pressing the pads of his fingers against her clit, almost immediately causing a breathy moan to erupt from her throat. He was circling it with a delectable pace, flicking it slightly with his middle finger before pinching it between his digits.

“Good girl.” He was cooing praises in her ear, egging her on and watching her flex and scissor her fingers inside herself — just chasing that delicious orgasm, growing nearer and nearer. “My pretty girl about to cum, hm? That’s it, make a mess for me.”

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DOCTOR STRANGE: MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS (2022) dir. Sam Raimi

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𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝

pairing: college!bestfriend’sbrother!bucky barnes x reader

words: 5.7k words

warnings: SMUT 18+ (exhibitionism, unprotected sex, kindamean!bucky, dirty talking, knife kink, bucky has no shame), reader is not good at being a brat, holiday goodness, bucky is a nerd, the poor barnes’ kitchen utensils, fluff

summary: being home for the holidays means being home with the man y/n has been in love with since she was six years old. she’d been teasing bucky barnes ever since she knew how to utilize a push-up bra and he was good in trying to hold back from her advances, but this year he’s finally going to give himself the early christmas present of fucking her cunt ‘til she can’t speak.

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It started with dinner.

Per Barnes and L/N annual tradition, Becca sat to Y/N’s left with her mom to her right, Bucky across the table of course. This year’s arrangement looked nothing short of delectable- candied green beans and mashed potatoes galore, a roasted, plump turkey sitting in the middle of the festive table runner, surrounded by candles aglow.

Winnifred Barnes had everyone hold hands and say grace, but when everyone began to dig in, the real fun began.

“So,” Mr. L/N sat with Mr. Barnes next to Bucky, turning to him with a smile, “James, I heard from your mom that you got a job! I think some congratulations are in order.”

The blue-eyed boy grinned shyly, loosening the knot of his tie as he began to speak. “Thanks, Mr. L/N, it was a tedious process and a scary interview but I’m glad I got the job.”

His mom scoffed at him from across the table, just at the corner with a mouth full of mashed potatoes. “Oh, Buck, don’t be humble, tell them what it is!” His mom encouraged him as he sighed in resignation. His fork began to poke embarrassedly at his stuffing while he continued to explain his new employment.

“‘M, uh, the assistant head director of mechanics at Stark Industries.” A gasp left everyone’s lips at the admission. Stark Industries was only the biggest company for all things in the technological world, especially in New York. Tony Stark, billionaire and scientific genius, was not one to be impressed easily, and the fact that the twenty-three year old man had been hired straight out of college meant that he was good. Real damn good. “Mr. Stark- sorry, Tony thinks that in a few years time I could be leading the prosthetics division.”

Was it bad that that made Y/N horny? Her thighs shifted against each other, her bare legs moving the table cloth. Heat pooled at her core and she wanted Bucky to know that as well.

“Congratulations, Buck, that’s real big news,” Y/N joined in from across the table. His eyes widened as they glanced at her seemingly innocent smile, crimson red lips pulled in a lopsided smirk as she continued to praise him. “One day you’re gonna be the boss man. All up in charge. And I bet you’ll be a real good, tight fit.”

Okay, perhaps she’d gone too far with the innuendos on the last one.

She leaned forward just a bit and his eyes instantly dropped to the inches of cleavage and bare, soft-looking skin she showed. And she knew what she was doing too. The pretty, form-fitting DKNY number was bought just for him after all. It was a cheery, holiday red with ruffles adorning the cap sleeves and a pencil skirt shape, but the neckline of the dress dropped low, reaching just below her breastbone. What she wore under only accentuated her assets, and she knew his eyes would be drawn to the necklace he gave her on her sixteenth birthday, a heart locket containing pictures of them at Coney Island when she was just ten, and he twelve.

Becca kicked her under the table and shot her a dirty look. Her blue eyes glared at her best friend with true menace, daring her to continue flirting with her brother. “Stop hitting on him,” she hissed quietly, “he’s gonna get horny. You two are vile.”

Oh. Wait, what? “He gets… horny when I hit on him?” Y/N was hooked, intrigued as she pestered her best friend with questions. “You sure it’s me? Does he like me?”

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” she turned back to her plate and ignored every one of her friend’s questions while she pouted.

However, Bucky was absolutely transfixed. He’d known that his little sister’s best friend was pretty, but her skin had never looked so absolutely gorgeous before. She’d never glowed so brightly before. To him, he looked like the sparkly, porcelain angel at the top of the Christmas tree- except for the fact that she could’ve been mistaken for the devil at any point in time, what with her flirting and teasing. Every pass she’d made at him, he’d been able to hide his reaction well. Whether she’d brush up against him in her short nightie after staying the night over or when they were back in highschool, sending him a wink and forcing him into a reduced state of pulp in front of all his friends (who knew he was just as down bad). Yet he’d also never felt so absolutely feral with a waking need to possess this little beam of hot sunshine for himself.

So he waited. While Y/N continued to run her foot up and down his pant-clad legs as he ate, even when she flipped her styled hair over her shoulder and pressed her chest out far enough that her tits nearly popped out of her dress, he remained cool, collected, just waiting for the the right moment to dig his claws into her.

Then when everyone had gone to retire, the parents talking way at the front of the house and Becca going to retire and talk to her boyfriend over FaceTime in her room, he snuck up behind the door of the kitchen and peered inside. Of course sweet Y/N was cleaning the dishes. Though she actually prepared several of the Christmas desserts, every year she got stuck with dish duty. Not that she minded. She just hummed to Mele Kalikimaka and gently danced as she scrubbed away, and he could hear her jingle bell earrings chime with each movement.

She looked sweet. Unprovoked. Innocent. She looked like Bucky’s perfect little Christmas gift, all wrapped in red and ready for him to tear apart.

“Hey, dolly.”

Y/N nearly dropped the dish she was holding when she heard the deep, gravelly baritone of Bucky’s voice. Everything in her mind screeched to a startling halt, and her senses were filled with nothing but the boy- grown man behind her.

“Now why’d you stop, sweetheart?” Though she couldn’t see his face he heard the growl of his voice just the same. She knew he was probably wearing some wolfish, decadent grin- something she’d never seen from Bucky before. Yet, his predatory entrance and behavior was catching up to her now. Her hands shook as she held the plate with a firm grip, careful not to let it get too close to slipping again. “It’s pathetic how you can’t even wash the goddamn dishes with me talkin’ to you like this. Makes me wonder if it was worth half the hell you put me through all these years.”

Her breath caught in her throat. He knew? And all this time, she’d thought he was oblivious. Her teasing wasn’t too subtle, especially with a crush developed on the boy two years older than her when she was six. As she grew, as she got older, as she matured, she began to put that all to use. Hoping and begging that one day he’d notice that his little sister’s friend was pretty and finally ask her out on a date. It was all so easily planned out for her in her mind, how she’d react and what she’d say and how she’d be his perfect little girlfriend. Yet right now she was getting everything she had ever wanted for over a decade and she didn’t have a single word to say. All her plans had run straight down the drain, like the cascading bubbles in the sink. “Y-you noticed me? What I did?”

He chucked like it was a stupid question, finally touching her body with his hands, one warm and one cold against her bare shoulders. A quiet hum left his lips and she could feel his cold blue eyes roaming her skin, scenting the fresh floral perfume she wore just for him. The thought made Bucky feral. “‘Course I noticed, sweetheart. You couldn’t have made it more obvious how much you wanted me.”

Her breath stuttered as his hands dipped just low enough to brush the top of her breasts, barely concealed in the tight top of the bright, crimson number. “O-oh,” she nodded, trying to comprehend his words. He knew. Through all her years of hoping her best friend’s older brother would love her back just the same as she loved him, she never was able to imagine how he’d actually react. So it was completely innocent, just wholesome intrigue and curiosity when she asked, “well, what are you gonna do with me now?”

A menacing chuckle left his lips and he couldn’t imagine a sweeter girl to be nearly writhing out of her clothes against him. In the bright lights of the kitchen, he pulled her away from the watery blue and white tiles of the sink counter, cradling her body gently as he could and completely ignoring her question.

With his vibranium arm, he snatched a knife that was drying on the clean rack, smelling of soap and dripping, almost as much as she was. He held it out in front of her chest, making sure she could see it as he rested his head along her shoulder. His warm breath fanned out over her bare skin and it took all of her strength not to just melt into his mere being.

“I wonder,” he slowly twisted the sharp metal in the air reflecting light all around the sink area like a mirrorball, “just how much you’d like it if I held this right,” he brought it to the center of her collarbones, carefully shifting the blade against her skin so he wouldn’t cut her, lifting up the pendant of her necklace with just the tip of it, “here.”

Blood. That was all Y/N could hear ringing in her ears as the knife sat right under her throat. While the mere thought of being cut by the knife scared her, that sense of danger was also… hot. She hadn’t heard a word Bucky said, but as he pulled the chain of her necklace she let out a mindless, little moan of agreement. He just laughed at her.

“Oh, yes, you like this don’t you, dolly?” He tugged the necklace again, tightening its hold around her neck as she finally submitted to his dominance over her. He could feel it too, the way she rested back into him, his erection pushing into her ass as she finally wrapped an arm around her neck, allowing her to move her mouth to his neck with her needy, slow whines just embedding into every pore of his skin. “I know you need this so I ain’t gonna tease you anymore, but you gotta know that once I start, I can’t stop alright.”

A spark of excitement and pure arousal flooded all her senses, and a part of that charming minx inside her emerged. A small smile of her own finally played in the cutthroat tension palpitating in the air. Her hips began to gently, slowly rock up and down against the prominent strain of his cock in his fancy dress pants as she grazed her teeth along the pulse point of his neck. For the first time that night, he was left purely melted, his knees nearly giving out as she spoke. “Use me, Buck, I’m all yours for the night. After all, it’s the giving season, ain’t it?”

Then, the tides flipped once again, and he stuck the flat side of the knife against her sternum, the cooling metal seeming to ice her burning skin. The opposite sensations provoked her to grind against him quicker, needily begging for his attention like a whore- which was exactly what he thought of her. “Jesus, how long have you been strung out like this, sweetheart? You’ve been nothin’ but needy since you had the hots for me. Have you been deprived of a good fuck for that long?”

When she said nothing, he grinned even wider. “You a virgin, sweetheart?” She nodded almost embarrassedly, but he just found her sexier than ever. “So I’m your first, huh? Guess I get to teach you all the dirty things, how to suck my cock just right and how to rub your pussy out til’ you’re just cryin’ to be fucked.”

“I’m a virgin but I’m not inexperienced, sweetheart,” she mocked his tone with her, pulling out all the bratty stops just to anger him. After all, she’d begun to see how his shy facade hid his meaner, dominant side, and she could definitely use a bit more of that. Not that she didn’t miss her sweet, quiet nerd, no, he was still the one she’d fallen in love with when she first got driven to school by Becca’s mom.

But riling him up, oh, she’d found out that she really, really liked that game. “Means I know what I like and what I don’t.”

“Oh, so you wanna play that way? Well that’s too bad, dolly, doesn’t matter ” he snarled, holding the very tip of the blade right above where he wanted to just unwrap his present. “You already whored yourself out too much for that special treatment.”

And that was exactly what she wanted.

A moan tumbled from her parted lips as Bucky finally consumed her in every part of her being, all smashing teeth and little nips at her bottom lip. His free hand groped at her tits through the material of her dress, feeling her nipples harden against the flimsy bralette he assumed she hid under the scandalous dress. And Y/N was still as cockdrunk as ever, even without the cock, pressing her thighs together as tight as she could while simultaneously gaining friction from the bulge in his pants. She was in delirium. After years upon years of wet dreams and waking up soaked to the core, she finally was seeking out the mind-numbing pleasure that her heart raced for. But then she felt the tip of the knife begin to pull down the front of her dress tautly, and she came to one unfortunate little sense of mind.

“W-wait, Buck, baby, please hold on,” her hands grasped the longer strands of hair by the base of his neck and she felt his hands stop right where they were. Even with his lewd words and filthy, rough actions, he found her a moment to pull out his softer side as he hummed in acknowledgment against the velvety skin of her throat. His sweetness made her request all that much more stupid in her head. “Can you- can you try to not rip the dress, please? I know it’s dumb, but I really just bought it for you but then I ended up really, really liking it and I’d like to wear it again.”

She was rambling and her face felt like it was on fire with her rapid confession, but he simply nodded and traced a single vibranium finger up her arm.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, dolly. ‘Sides, you wore this just for me- gonna make you wear it every time I fuck ya.” The promise of another tryst like this made her giddy with excitement, and it took every part of her being to not jump at another kiss. After all, he was in charge, and the feeling of his chapped lips smirking against her elicited a groan to escape her, reminding her of just that. She needed him bad, she’d waited nearly a decade for this fantasy to fulfill and without his dick inside her soon, Y/N was sure to combust. “Was there anything else you needed, darlin’? Are undergarments on the table for ruinin’?”

“Yes, yes, just,” her head again found rest against his broad shoulder as her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation, “please keep going.”

Though he himself was an impatient man and though he had promised her that he wouldn’t prolong her teasing, he couldn’t resist in pulling down the zipper on the side of her pretty little number as slowly as he could, letting her feel as each individual inch of her skin get exposed to the cold, winter air filling the kitchen. She shivered as the cool metal, both from his fingers and the zipper, pressed against her skin and she dropped her arms to let the dress fall from her body, finally revealing to Bucky what he’d waited so, so long to see.

Even though he appreciated the dress, he really had, he had to admit that the sight under it was much better. It was a clear holiday set, from the glittery, goddamn thin, strapless bralette that held her tits up, to the white, cotton trim that embroidered each edge of the pieces. Even with so much fabric covering what he wished to see most, Bucky couldn’t help but to notice how it highlighted each of her sexy, tight assets. It screamed fuck me now, and he definitely wasn’t one to turn down that demand.

“Christ, sweetheart, how long did you have to wear these little ensembles just waiting for me?” He groaned, squeezing every bit of skin just outside of the sexy little set.

She gasped for air between her words as he teased her bared flesh, throwing her hands back up and tightening her hold around his neck once again. “Every time I came over,” sigh, “for seven years. This one’s new though.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” With one rough, barely visible movement, he wedged the blade under one side of her panties, harshly pulling until the thin, lacy fabric snapped and he could really see how badly she soaked the fabric. “God, you are just so fuckin’ wet for me, sweetheart. Bet I could slide my cock right in ya.”

With his free hand he grabbed her chin between vibranium digits, forcing her to look right into his eyes. “Y’need me to loosen you up before I fuck ya or do you want me to get right to it?”

“Please, please, baby,” she whined as she stepped out of her fallen dress slowly, just to spread her legs even wider apart for him to slide between. Bucky made the mistake of being greedy and pushing her forward, hands against the counter and bent over, just to meet the horny sight of her glistening pussy, puffy lips beckoning him to fuck her. “I wanna feel you. Just you.”

He single-handedly unbuttoned his pants with one hand, the sound of a zipper being harshly pulled down sending another wave of juices gushing from her cunt. She really couldn’t wait any longer. And neither could he, as he barely pulled his briefs below his heavy balls before jerking himself slowly, using his graciously slick precome as lube while his cold hand smoothing over velvet-covered steel.

Maybe one day soon she’d see him in all his glory, all nine inches of hard, thick cock, weeping with his own arousal to make it glisten, but for now, she’d just have to feel him. All of him.

His hand steadily guided his length to her ass, tracing a line from her puckered hole down to her slit. As soon as his mushroom head made contact with the evidence of her neediness, he cursed under his breath and sharply sheathed himself in. All of him.

The quick, unfamiliar intrusion made her gasp in pain. Bucky was so… so big. So incredibly girthy too, so not only was his dick pressing so far she swore he was in her fuckin stomach, but her walls were being stretched wider than any toy she’d ever had the weak pleasure of using. He seated himself in her fully, balls pressed against the plump of her ass, and only then did he take it upon himself to ask if she was okay.

“How’s that feelin’ for you dolly? Is it too much?” Though there was genuine concern behind his words, he also couldn’t help the cockiness that oozed from every honeyed syllable of his voice.

On the other hand, Y/N was at a loss for everything. Her breath was shallow, her vision was nothing but a blank space, her body with its lost feeling completely, leaving her numb and mindless as she throbbed around his giant cock. But then that painful numbness fizzled out and was replaced with pleasure, better than she’d ever experienced before.

Her legs shook the tiniest bit as she reset her own footing, but as soon as she situated her hands securely against the edge of the cold counter, she was ready for Bucky to finally fulfill his wishes, and her own.

“‘M good, Buck,” she sighed, checking behind her to meet his playful but caring gaze. Her back arched as she leaned back to share one more kiss with him, but it was sweet, filled with that innocence of a childhood crush and of the pure, unadulterated love she held for him. Her lips gently carded his as he groaned into her mouth, but the sweet moment was over as soon as she bit his tongue and left his swollen mouth with a grin. “Now fuck me, baby, real nice and rough like you told me you would. Unless you can’t make good on your promises,” she teased.

“Oh, I’ll fuckin’ show you a good time, sweetheart,” he growled. He trailed the sharp blade from her bare hip, over her back, and down her arm, causing goosebumps to spread in its wake. Once he reached her arm though, helton her own dainty hand and pressed the handle of the knife into it before making sure she had a real good grip. “Hold on to it, sweetheart, wouldn’t want you to cut yourself now, would we?”

And with that he finally was able to grip her hips as tight as he wanted to, letting his fingers dig in as he pulled out of her. It pained him also as much as it did her, the loss of being stuffed full like Mrs. Barnes’ Christmas turkey, but the moment his head nearly left her entrance, he slammed back in with full force, and she knew that it was all worth it.

He started off slow, calculating. Though he’d promised it to her rough (and he would get there, all in good time), he still wanted to make sure she was feeling nothing but pure pleasure. He couldn’t see her brows furrowed together in the bliss she’d found on his cock, nor how her mouth had fallen slack with each of his deep, slow thrusts. “God, Buck,” she moaned, nearly hitting her head on the counter from every sensation she was feeling, “you’re s’big. So deep in me.”

“Yeah, dolly, I know,” he constrained his own groans with the small amount of willpower he had, his icy blue eyes fluttering in time with his pounding. He grabbed the cups of her glittery bralette, pulling them down underneath her tits so they were pushed up. Her hardened nipples ached in the cold air and he couldn’t help but to grab and twist them between his fingers. A new pool of arousal sank in her stomach when he did so, and Y/N began to rock back again.

“More, Bucky, gimme everything.” She begged.

“You think you can handle that, dolly?” He taunted, slowing his thrusts down just in the slightest, letting her feel each vein running alongside his cock stretch and flex against her velvety walls. “Really wanna break ya in, fast and rough.”

Each snap of his hips drove a bit deeper into her, the only sounds besides her small whimpers being the slapping of his balls against her ass, each thrust just bringing her closer to the edge. Fat tears rolled down her face and she was well aware that her mascara and red shiny lipstick were far past ruined, but she didn’t have a single thought in her blank, jellylike brain. There wasn’t much to think about when she had Bucky’s fat cock absolutely snapping her in half.

“Shit, shit, shit!” She nearly screamed as he hit her g-spot repeatedly, gripping the counter so tight that she swore it’d break under her touch.

He shushed her menacingly, still pounding his dick into her as she quieted her moans and sounds of pleasure.

“Trust me, sweetheart, I’ll have all the time in the world to hear your pretty, pathetic sounds later, but right now you need to shut it so that can actually happen. We really wouldn’t want your family comin’ in here and seeing you all ruined like this.” He shoved three fingers past her parted lips, efficiently gagging her raucous moans and high whines. “Let’s see how loud you can get like this, dolly.”

His other hand spanked her ass, grabbing one full cheek with his hand in a nearly painful manner as he manhandled it, squeezing and pulling at her sensitive flesh while shotgunning in and out of her with ease.

She was so close. Her pussy tightened around his cock with every thrust, each seeming to go harder and deeper than the time before. Yet even that wasn’t enough for her, and she was brave enough to remove one of her supporting arms from the counter just to try and circle her clit. She longed for that stimulation, but as soon as she made contact, a particularly harsh thrust threw her off balance- the knife in her other hand flew straight back into the sink and she nearly would’ve fallen down if it wasn’t for a vibranium arm holding her sternum up.

“Sweetheart, y’just can’t seem to do anything by yourself can you?” He harshly shoved her hand back to the counter where it belonged, using their mixed slick between her thighs to gather wetness before beginning to rub her little pearl of nerves with ruthlessness. “I just gotta do it all for you.”

“O-oh,” she sighed out, her head dropping between her arms as her limbs nearly melted away to jelly. Her lips, though they hadn’t been kissed in quite the while, were still swollen with her own desire, from her biting down as continued to fuck into her. “You’re so good for me, baby, please, ‘m gonna come.”

“Yeah, you close?” He breathlessly asked. His dick was starting to twitch in her tight channel, squeezing him tighter than a goddamn glove, enough to make him come a lot sooner than he wanted to. With slick, glistening, vibranium fingers, he grabbed her throat with a smooth sort of roughness, driving her eyesight to the window above the sink.

The glass was frosted over with ice and condensation, blurring the lighted sight of the Brooklyn neighborhood she’d normally get from this view, but more importantly it acted like a mirror, reflecting every dirty ministration Bucky took against her body. Her eyes were rimmed with tears of pleasure, her once-styled hair pulled and mussed and messy after she had let the brunet menace behind her have his way. Her bralette was pushed under her tits and she watched as they bounced every fast, rough thrust he put into her.

The sight was enough to push her over the edge before she could help it. Though she didn’t even give him a warning, her knuckles tightened around the counter, her eyes shutting idly as her cunt clamped down on his cock.

Bucky knew the signs of an orgasm, and even though she was already tight as it was, she managed to tighten ever more around his dick as he had to control his animalistic urges.

“Oh, shit, you’re coming,” he groaned, pulling her back into his chest from her bent over position as her legs shook, willing her to stay up. “Hey, hey, open your eyes, sweetheart, look how pretty you are when ya fall apart.”

Gently, her eyes fluttered open at his command, greeting the sweet sight of Bucky’s hold around her tight as he continued to fuck her, her own mouth open. Sparks flew in her vision as she came, a white wave of bliss settling over her body as the spasms came to a slow. She could hear the soft lull of his voice behind her, bringing her back to pure consciousness with its low gravel. “That is just the prettiest damn I’ve ever seen, dolly. Never wanna look at anything else again.”

She let out a quiet hum, just sinking into the after-effects of her strong orgasm. Her body felt tired. Granted, it was her first time ever getting fucked- but Bucky was also just that good.

Bucky.

Her eyes snapped open as she realized he hadn’t come yet. And he had stilled in his own movements just to make sure she could recover from her own high. “Wait,” she forced her face from his hand, looking up to him with wide, concerned eyes. “You haven’t gotten off yet, Buck.”

“You’re such a doll, Y/N, so sweet, so pretty. Always lookin’ out for me too.” She purred at his praise, nuzzling into his shirt-covered chest like a cat before he gently dropped a kiss to her shoulder. “Now, be a sweetheart for me, dolly.” Y/N could feel his grin before she saw it in the glass. “Bend.”

Immediately, her legs widened even more beneath her as she willed her back and elbows back over the counter, bending at an angle she just hoped was sufficient enough for him. His flesh hand released its iron grip from her waist as he spanked her one last time.

Her own juices ran down her thighs as he pulled his throbbing dick out of her dripping cunt quickly, only massaging the head of his cock before spitting white, thick come over her ass. There was a bare whine that left Y/N’s lips with the empty feeling of her pushy, but that was soon washed away when her skin greeted the creamy liquid as it splashed over her pussy and thighs, finishing her off in the messiest way he knew how to. He stopped after a few still moments with a low, sexy moan.

Still, Bucky wasn’t satisfied with his work, running his palms down her sides as he sank to his own knees. His strong hands pulled her asscheeks as far apart as they would go. “Would ya look at that.”

Y/N herself was gorgeous no doubt, but the sight he was met with, his come mixed with the clear shine of her own juices nearly had him going again. He saw how her pussy still oozed the remnants of her orgasmic high out of her slit, and he wanted to help her. After all, he was really good with his mouth, it couldn’t hurt any if he helped clean her up.

His lips immediately attached to her clit and she melted into his hands as he licked up and up. Over her weeping, swollen entrance, all around the mess he made on her ass, the inside of her thighs, he was everywhere. “Just gotta make sure I take care of you real nice. You must be pretty worn out after that.” He whispered against her slick skin.

She’d had enough of his teasing though, finally taking charge and spinning around. It threw Bucky off guard even more so when she wrapped the collar of his button up around her fingers, pulling him up so she could smash their lips together in a messy, debauched kiss. The taste of their mixed mess left quite the tang on her tongue as she moaned into his mouth, pulling the man as close as she could to his body and hooking a thigh around his waist. He caught her leg in his vibranium arm with ease, returning it with just as much feeling and fervor as he slipped his tongue past her lips to play with hers. Yet despite the roughness of the kiss, her own hands cradled his face like he were the most delicate thing in the world.

They must’ve stayed in that position for hours, his lips molding with hers as they held each other tight, but the human body unfortunately needed air and she couldn’t just breathe in his scent for the rest of her life, no matter how badly she wanted to. With a small push, she forced herself away from him, biting her lip to stop the huge grin threatening to take over her face.

“So did that live up to your expectations, dolly?” Now that she had pulled away from his pure intoxication, she saw that his cheeks were flushed red all the way to his ears. Right after he’d fucked her with ruthless pace, he had the audacity to revert back into a blushing, quiet mess around her. God, he was fucking adorable.

So she couldn’t help but to press one more kiss to the corner of his lips, smiling as she did so. “Yeah. Surpassed the expectations really. That was just,” she mimicked a chef’s kiss, smirking as she continued to ramble on about his skills. “That cock is truly magical, Buck, I can tell you that.”

He groaned and blushed even brighter, pulling her neck in so he could breathe her skin, which now smelled like pure sex. “Don’t say that, my cock is not ‘magical’.”

And just like that, it was back to normal. Y/N was grinning at him with her normal, sunny disposition, teasing him with light touches and crude words. And he was shy Bucky again. The Brooklyn High valedictorian who also happened to be her best friend’s older brother, who never seemed to pay her any attention until he caught her eye with his small, sweet grins and pretty opal eyes.

“Wait, are you only gonna fuck me during the holidays now?” She asked confusedly. “Is this a one time thing, or a once a year thing, or what? Give me a little clue, Barnes.”

“No, sweetheart, this ain’t a once a year thing. I’m gonna take you out on a date, make you my girl just like we’ve wanted for the past decade, alright?” She nodded just as he started to grip her hair in a tight fist again, baring her neck to the hot breath of his voice. “I'm just saying that every Christmas after this, you’re gonna wear this damn dress, wrapped in red, and I’ll make sure to fuck you real nice and good,” Bucky promised with a smirk and that same low tone, “again, and again, and again.”

And that was good and jolly enough for her.