summerofsnowflakes

[summerofsnowflakes]

What if… Ari came home?

Pairings: Ari ‘Levs’ Levinson x female reader, Jake ‘Yenzy’ Jensen x female reader (Levs x itty bitty)

Warnings: angst, swearing, argument, angry Levs, aggression- male towards male, explicit language, explicit sexual content (must be 18+)

Word Count: ~850

A/N: this takes place two years before present time in the AU. It would be after Ari’s Little Stole-Away and How Yenzy and itty bitty became Friends and is strictly a What if scenario.

Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Levs (Ari) x itty bitty: hockey AU

Lucky Charms: hockey AU

"Bitty... I'm ho..." Levs choked on his breezy words, dropping his giant duffle on the floor where he stood in the doorway. His mouth dropped open but then quickly closed as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing.

You looked up from your cozy place in Yenzy’s lap, squeaking as you broke the kiss and the goalie turned, swearing under his breath when he saw his teammate. Yenzy was a dead man.

"What the fuck" Levs snarled, lunging aggressively towards his goalie. Levs yanked Yenzy by the shirt and jolted him off the floor with a grunt. You tumbled out of Jake's lap and fell hard against the wood floor underneath you.

“Shit… you OK, bit?” Yenzy twisted in Ari’s hold to get a better look at you.

“Don’t talk to her” Levs roared at Yenzy.

"Woah, man..." Yenzy huffed, scrambling to his feet, his glasses sitting crooked on his nose, "I was just tryin' ta get that book I asked about..."

"Levs... let him go" you screeched, clutching the arm that took most of your weight in the fall as you rose to your feet.

"I come back early and this is how I fucking find you?" Ari's voice cracked, "fucking my goalie?"

You stomped towards Levs, pushing at his chest until he let go of Yenzy's shirt. The goalie scowled, grumbling something under his breath before bending to retrieve the textbook he borrowed and leaving you and Ari to wordlessly snarl at one another.

"And you haven't been fucking around in the week you've been gone?" you raised your voice at the brute.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ari snarled, turning his attention from you to scowl at Yenzy as he left the room.

"I saw the video... you kissed her… right after you kissed me…” your watery voice trembled.

"Wait..." Ari faltered, his gaze snapping back to you, "you saw that? how?" he demanded, a deep frown creasing his brow.

“Does it matter?” you yelled.

Ari stood there glowering down at you, palms itching to take hold of your soft curves and toss you on his bed.

"Why?" you yelled again, when you didn’t get an answer, balling your fists and moving quickly, they slammed tightly into the wall of muscle at his chest.

He didn't even flinch.

"Why did you tell me I mattered and then go and fuck her?" you could only whisper the question as your voice continued to tremble.

“Bit… I…” Ari struggled.

"You know what? don’t… it’s fine" but it clearly wasn't as the damn broke and angry tears streamed freely down your face now, "fuck whoever you want... I don't care..."

"Seems like you fucking care if you were going to wet Yenzy's dick of all people" he spat through gritted teeth.

“Shut up” you yelled, “at least Yenzy cares about me…”

“You think I don’t care about you?” Levs was losing his mind.

"Hey... uh... everything OK in here?" Cappy knocked at Ari's door frame, appearing from around the corner, his gaze went from you to Levs as the tension hung thick in the air.

"Just fucking peachy" Levs snarled, crossing the room and slamming the door in his Captain's face.

You blew out a heavy exhale, hugging yourself as you tried like hell to hold onto the splintering pieces of your breaking heart.

"Bit..." Ari started again.

"Just... leave me alone" you whispered, unable to look at him.

"I'm not gonna do that" Levs took a suffocating step towards you as anger simmered in your belly.

"She didn't mean anything... it was just one time..." he sighed.

Why did you keep letting him do this to you?

"What?" your voice cracked with emotion, glaring up at him, but Levs wouldn't look at you, "you know what? just fuck off back to Canada, Levs... that's obviously what you want... right?" you challenged, pushing past him and sniffling a little as you yanked his bedroom door back open.

"Fuck off?" he spit, spinning around and snarling at you, "you know…” his laugh was mean and condescending, “I didn’t want her, I was drunk and confused... but now? I don’t know what I want…” he was trying to hurt you.

"I don’t know why I thought you’d ever change… You're a fucking slut, Ari” you snarled, clutching the doorknob to his bedroom door. Why did this feel like the end?

“And what does that make you?” he threw the words back in your face.

“Stupid…” your laugh was humorless, “it makes me so fucking stupid… and it make you the king of all assholes” you laughed just so you wouldn’t start crying again.

"Get fucked, bit..." he tried turning the knife.

"Oh... I plan to..." you growled, all the pain fueling the fire burning in your belly- the sweet taste of revenge was so tantalizing-, "on Yenzy's cock..." you goaded before turning down the hallway and making your way towards Jake's room.

"Like hell you fucking are" Levs roared, following after you, a hopeless beast stalking his beauty.

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[summerofsnowflakes]

𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 | 𝐉.𝐁.𝐁

Pairing ♆  Pornstar!Bucky Barnes x Innocent!F!Reader Word Count ♆  1.5k Event ♆ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer | Week 11 - Yellow Warnings ♆  Swearing, pet names, fluff, slight angst (anxiety attack), implied and referenced spice, use of the traffic light system, daddy + praise kink, aftercare, Bucky is such a soft!Dom Author’s Note ♆ This is a little bridge to tie y'all over for the sequel.

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It was a curse, being so new to things Bucky could and would show you, but when it got the better of you, he was there to hold you above the waves – where you were safe.

The fabric of the couch was sticking to your skin, and you grimaced as you moved and shifted, trying to sit up on your elbows. A strong feeling of restlessness had settled over your body – the pulse of it unable to be ignored, and it was beginning to overwhelm you. 

Panic wasn’t a new sensation – you were well versed with the abrupt starts of fits and attacks, but this time it felt different.

“Hey, hey–slow down, doll,” Bucky soothed, his brow furrowed. You couldn’t feel the steady brush of his hands on your thighs, and your chest constricted. “Baby, hey, what’s goin’ on? Look at me.”

You met his gaze, his ordinarily bright eyes now stricken with worry. “Sorry,” you stammered, “I- I don’t know-”

“Oh, kitten,” Bucky sighed, and he moved his hands up to cup your face, each movement telegraphed. “You’re alright–I’m here. Can you tell me what’s goin’ through that pretty head a’yours?”

“Um…” 

“Tell you what, baby, do you know the traffic light system?” Bucky asked, his thumbs brushing over the hot skin of your cheeks. “I use it all the time at work, and it’s really fuckin’ important. Makes us all feel safer. S’alright, if you don’t know it, sweetheart, can you tell me the truth–if you know it?”

There was no memory of such a term, but even now, you felt like sorting through thoughts and memories was like wading through wet cement or molasses. “N-No, I don’t know…”

Bucky smiled softly. “Alright, lemme explain it. Green means you’re good to go–you want to keep at the pace, or you want more. You would say this if what I was doing was workin’ for you, makin’ you feel good. Do you understand that one?”

You nodded slowly – there was no way you felt like you could keep going, not with the sudden, unknown panic lancing through in your chest. 

“Yellow,” Bucky began, his gaze watching you like a hawk. You felt exposed. “That’s when you need to slow down or you want me to check in–you do not need to wait for me to ask your colour, not for any of these. But, yellow is the one you say when you begin to feel overwhelmed, or scared, nervous–y’know, all the not fun stuff.” His knees shuffled closer, and he kissed your forehead softly, and unbidden, you let a breath loose that you hadn’t realised you had held. 

“Red, baby, means that whatever is happenin’ stops–no matter what or where we are, we stop. If you are restrained, I untie you and ask for permission to touch you. I have experienced this before, and I know how to care for you if you were to tell me red,” Bucky explained hastily at your widened eyes. “So don’t you worry ‘bout nothin’, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” you whispered shakily. The sudden urge to touch Bucky consumed you, and you ran a hand down his tattooed forearm, and the other hand you placed over his heart to feel the rapid, steady beat. Bucky’s warm hand covered yours, his palm pushing your hand harder into his chest. 

“Follow my breaths, kitten,” Bucky ordered softly. “We’re gonna breathe in,” he inhaled deeply and held it for two seconds. “And we’re gonna let it out.”

You followed his order, and the faint, lightheaded sensation slowly started to disappear – you hadn’t even realised that you were hyperventilating… What the fuck?

“That’s it, good girl,” Bucky praised, smiling softly. “Do you think you can tell me what colour you’re feelin’ right now? Don’t think on it too hard, baby, jus’ tell me.”

“Yellow,” you whispered, blinking sluggishly. “I feel scared, and I don’t understand. This has never happened, and oh my god, I am so sor-” Your ramble was interrupted by Bucky’s hand over your mouth. 

“None of that, kitten–no, I said none of that,” Bucky scolded as you opened your mouth behind his palm. “‘M gonna tell you what we’re gonna do now, okay?” You nodded and blinked at him, then his hand moved to cup your jaw again. “I am going to sit with you here for a minute. We’re gonna breathe and get you back to bein’ level headed. Then I will walk you to your bedroom, and we’ll lie together for a while–maybe watch another movie. Amongst all that, I will clean you up–bet you’re feeling a bit messy, huh, kitten?”

A small whimper left your lips, and you wriggled slightly, feeling the tackiness of drying slick between your thighs. “Yeah, baby. I know.” Bucky shuffled back on the couch and offered you his hand. “Yeah, okay,” he repeated before he bit his lip. “I know you wanna get cleaned up. Can you sit up for me?”

Bucky’s lap was sturdy underneath you, and you curled into his embrace, resting your head on his shoulder and tucking your forehead into his neck. His hand rubbed a steady line up and down your back. The other rested on yours where you fidgeted with his fingers – the very same deft and strong digits that had pulled you apart and brought you back together only moments ago. 

“You alright there, baby girl?” Bucky murmured, kissing the top of your head. “Feelin’ better?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, brushing a finger up and down his palm. “Thank you, daddy.”

Bucky exhaled deeply at the honorific, and he kissed your forehead again. The embrace had done wonders for the panic that constricted your chest. The pressure of the band ebbed slowly like Bucky’s hand was effortlessly wiping it away. 

Moments or hours later – you couldn’t tell – Bucky shook you slightly. “You awake, kitten, baby?” You hummed quietly and curled closer, content to stay in his arms. “C’mon, I wanna get my good girl cleaned up and restin’ in bed.” 

“No,” you protested, your hand moving to grab his neck in an effort to move even closer. “Stay–’m comfy.”

“I know you are, baby girl,” Bucky chuckled, letting you pull his head down to rest on yours. “But we need to get you layin’ down. And I gotta clean you up, c’mon.”

You groaned and conceded. Lead had settled in your limbs, and they felt cumbersome to move, and you held onto Bucky’s arm as he guided you down the hall towards your bathroom. “Why do I feel like this?” you asked quietly.

Bucky hummed and pushed open the door to the bathroom, carefully leaning you against the sink cabinet. “You’re alright, sweetheart–it’s normal. I see it all the time.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” he answered as he grabbed a washcloth. “While I admit that you took that a hell of a lot better than I thought you would, and I am so fuckin’ proud of you–it isn’t easy givin’ up control like that.”

Silence echoed as he brushed the cloth over your thighs and stomach, the soft fabric tickling your sensitive skin, and it made you giggle. “You ticklish, huh, kitten? Good to know,” Bucky teased, and you whacked his shoulder, frowning. “Alright, uncle–you win.”

“I’m so tired,” you slurred. The exhaustion crept and oozed through every last muscle in your body, and you supposed it made sense; giving up control, such as you had never done before, had been a relief, but dammit all, it was scary. 

Panic began to set in once more, and your breath hitched. “Bucky, red–red, why am I-”

“You need to lay down, and then I am gonna hold you. This is normal.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips and then took your arms. “C’mon, lean on me, baby. Let’s get you to bed.”

Slowly, Bucky guided you to your bed and placed you on the edge. “Here.” The covers drew back, and he moved you up the side of the mattress. “Lay down, that’s it.”

You shifted until you laid comfortably under the covers, and you watched Bucky round the bed, undoing the fly and button of his jeans. “But-” You hesitated, seeing the bulge of his briefs. “You-You’re hard, I don-”

“Shh, baby girl,” Bucky soothed, looking up at you from his jeans just as he kicked them off. He kept the briefs on and paid no mind to his erect cock. “That is not my priority–will never be my priority. You are my priority, and right now, you need someone holdin’ you.”

Your eyes welled with tears, and Bucky clicked his tongue. A quiet sniffle left you just as he slid under the covers. “C’mere, sweetheart–lemme hold you.” Warmth engulfed you as he pulled you close, and you rested your head on his chest, your ear right over his heart that still thumped in a slow, steady beat. “This better?”

“Yeah,” you answered softly, drawing patterns on his chest with your fingers. “Thank you.”

Bucky kissed your head, and his arms pulled you impossibly closer. “Always, baby girl. You’ve got me now, and like hell am I ever gonna let you go, alright?”

You smiled – even through all the uncertainty and fear of the past evening, you knew you could believe that. “Alright.”

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[summerofsnowflakes]

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He's Sorry

Kinktober 2022, a coda. The kink: Public Sex/Caught Having Sex

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Paring: Backstage Pass!Bucky Barnes x Backstage Pass!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Public sex, caught having sex, exhibitionism, accidental voyeurism, public blow jobs, public masturbation, masturbation (f and m), piv sex, creampie, come eating, Halloween costumes, and Bucky Barnes filthy fucking mouth

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“Princess, if you don’t stop wiggling, I’m not going to be able to wear these panties out in public without showing off my dick.”

“First of all–you would too wear them, even with your cock out, and we both know it,” you raise an eyebrow at Steve. “And second of all—I’m not wiggling. You are.”

He smirks at you, “Okay, you got me. Right on both counts, doll. Are you almost done though? The movie starts soon.”

Steve is sitting on the bus’s ratty couch with you straddling his lap as you put the finishing touches on his Dr. Frank N. Furter makeup. “Yeah,” you answer absently, clicking your tongue on the roof of your mouth as you carefully examine his face. “I think I’m done.”

“Bucky, get outta the bathroom,” Steve shouts, “I wanna see my face.”

“I’m almost done. Jeez,” Bucky shouts back. “Can someone buckle me?”

He comes out of the bathroom shrugging a straitjacket over his shoulders. Then waits patiently for you to buckle the half dozen belts at the back of it. Even though the sleeves buckle to the back of the straitjacket, you leave his arms free. That way he can, in his words, “take a leak without making a federal fucking case out of it.”

“Is that squeezing you too tight?”

“I wish it were, but no, princess, it isn’t. Maybe later though,” Bucky winks at you and kisses your forehead.

You tug at the buckles anyway, to check them yourself.

There’s a gasp from the bathroom, and Steve exclaims, “I look amazing! You really nailed the makeup, princess.” He’s plucking at his corset laces, obsessing over the garter belt holding up his thigh-highs, and comparing the picture of Tim Curry on his phone to his reflection in the mirror.

You preen. “I’m glad you like it. Also, it’s completely unfair that you look THAT fucking good in heels.”

“Right?!?” Bucky looks Steve up and down, impure thoughts written all over his face. “Those legs. That waist,” he purrs. “That ass,” he groans, and slaps the swell of Steve’s ass and watches it jiggle under the soft black panties. “Perfection.”

“Okay, Stevie,” you whine. “Get out of the way. I need to check my makeup too.”

“You look perfect, kitten,” Bucky insists, now eyeing you hungrily. He’s fastening a plastic Hannibal Lecter mask over the lower half of his face, but you catch his lecherous grin before his mouth disappears from view.

“You absolutely look perfect,” Steve chimes in to agree with Bucky, but you’re already shoving yourself between his body and the mirror.

You tug at your black dress, and pat at the necklaces around your neck, running through your mental checklist for the nth time that night. The dress is as close as you can get from a thrift shop on short notice. The majority of the necklaces you wear are colorful Mardi Gras beads. Clint has hundreds of them stashed somewhere on the bus, and gives you a new string of them—along with a sincere apology—every time he accidentally sees your tits.

You slip on Bucky’s leather jacket, aim your most unhinged smile at your reflection in the mirror, and figure you’re a pretty damn good match for Nancy Downs—if you do say so yourself.

You touch up your lipstick, and fuss over your artfully tousled hair, then Bucky gets impatient, yanks you away from the mirror, and tucks you under his arm to drag you off the bus.

It’s a few short blocks to the movie theater, and Steve gets catcalled nearly a dozen times on the way. His swagger increases exponentially with each whistle thrown in his direction.

“He’s going to be impossible to deal with later if this continues for much longer,” Bucky snorts.

You only make it fifteen minutes into Halloween Ends before Bucky’s mask has been discarded, and he’s on his knees, working Steve’s cock down his throat, getting drool all over the satiny-soft front of Steve’s panties.

The theater is mostly empty. There’s one group of ten or so people sitting up front, throwing popcorn and yelling at the screen, and another smaller group a couple rows back who are studiously attempting to enjoy the movie while ignoring the first group. So you, Steve and Bucky have the back of the auditorium all to yourselves.

Which is good, because Steve is hardly being quiet. Every sound he makes goes right to your pussy, and watching Bucky’s head bob up and down in his lap isn’t helping.

Steve notices you squeezing your thighs together, and squirming in your seat. He leans over, and gives you an order, “Stop wiggling, and get your fingers in that cunt. I bet you’re so fucking wet right now.”

“You could do it yourself,” you mutter, but your hands are already sliding up your thighs, and pulling your dress up around your hips.

“I know I could,” Steve growls, “but right now I wanna see your fingers in there. Not mine. Now do it.”

“Yes, Stevie.” The words feather out into a soft gasp when your fingers dip inside your entrance.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” Steve groans, winding his fingers into Bucky’s hair to control the mouth around his cock. He groans again, even louder, “So fucking good.”

He grabs the scruff of your neck, and pulls you close so he can push his tongue into your mouth, devouring all the little whimpers and whines you make for him.

A shudder rolls through you, and Steve asks, “You gonna come for me, princess?” You nod, and with a satisfied noise, he tells you to get on with it so you can sit on his cock when Bucky’s done with it.

Steve grunts when Bucky sheathes his dick in his throat, and camps out on it. His fingers dig into Steve’s stocking-covered thighs, a clear message to come before Bucky passes out from lack of oxygen.

Steve obliges him by twisting both hands in Bucky’s hair, and coming down his throat with a passionate curse. Your cunt clamps down on your fingers as you fall over the edge right along with Steve.

Bucky pulls off of Steve with a wet, and ragged groan. He flops down in the seat next to yours, shimmies his prison-orange scrubs down his legs, and wraps a hand around his cock.

You watch him with a whine, and he slaps your thigh. “Go sit on Stevie’s cock. Mine’s not going anywhere.”

Steve drags you onto his lap, so you’re facing the movie screen. He sinks his cock into you with a deep, bass groan. Hooking his hands under your knees, he lifts you so your back is flush with his corset-clad chest, and you’re completely under his control so he can rail you as hard as he wants.

With your head lolling back on his shoulder, you moan loudly, eyes squeezed shut, and your body rocking with the force of his thrusts. Eventually he whispers into your ear, “There’s an usher down there, princess.”

Your breath catches in your throat, then rushes out again as a groan.

“He’s yelling at the people making all that noise. He might see us,” he hums, nibbling along the edge of your ear. “D’ya want me to stop?”

Your cunt clenches around him, and he chuckles.

“Don’t you dare,” you dig your fingernails into Steve’s forearm to emphasize your point.

“Didn’t think so,” Steve’s chuckle rumbles against your back. A handful of heartbeats later, the back of your eyelids light up as the bright beam of a flashlight sweeps quickly over your face, gone as fast as it appeared.

Neither of you notice because you both come at the same time—your back arching, and your nails leaving little half-moon divots in Steve’s forearms, while his cock twitches inside of you, filling you with heat that drips out of you, and soaks into the front of his panties.

Bucky chuckles beside you. “Oops. Way to go, pervs. We’re either about to get kicked out for the night, or banned for life once the movie ends.” He hauls you off Steve's lap, and helps you straddle his own. “Either way, imma get my dick wet.”

The taste of Steve’s jizz still coats Bucky’s tongue when he pushes it into your mouth while slowly lowering you into his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Bucky curses with a rough groan, when he finally bottoms out. He squeezes you close to him so he can fuck up into you. “Did you touch yourself for Stevie, dirty girl?” You nod, and he hums, “Did it make your pussy drip all over those fingers? Did you like watching me suck his cock?”

You nod, “I always do, Buck.”

“That’s right,” he purrs. “It’s because you’re our filthy little slut, aren’t you? Can’t get enough of us.”

With a whine you answer, “I can’t.”

“Tell me how much you love it, kitten. How much you love watching us fuck,” Bucky coaxes.

“S-huh-hoo-o much,” you answer with a gasp. The tension in your abdomen builds, ratcheting up every time Bucky thrusts into you again. “Love it so much,” you repeat for emphasis.

“Tell me what a slut you are for us. Tell me you’re a slut for our cocks.”

“‘M a slut–” you trail off with a moan, until Bucky’s teeth nip at your jawline. “Fuck. Love your cocks.”

“That’s real good, kitten. Now, why don’t you show me how much you love this cock,” he emphasizes his cock specifically with an extra hard snap of his hips, “and get it fucking wet for me?”

The dam breaks, and you soak his lap, keening incoherently against his neck while you ride out your orgasm. Bucky follows swiftly after, huffing curses against your shoulder.

He growls a curse when you’re unceremoniously lifted out of his lap by Steve. “So much for the fucking afterglow, punk.”

Steve scoffs, “Calm down, jerk. You got your nut, now I wanna clean up.” He stands you in front of him, and twirls you until you’re facing the screen.

“I’m surprised you can still stand, princess,” Steve chuckles.

You don’t respond, swaying on your feet, and catching yourself on the seats in front of you. Bucky smirks at Steve, “You were saying?”

With a grunt, Steve pushes you gently forward over the seat backs so he can spread your pussy open with his thumbs, taking a second to appreciate the white streak of come that leaks out of you, before leaning forward and burying his tongue in your cunt.

The three of you are more or less dressed when the movie ends ten minutes later, and not one of you has the slightest idea what the movie was about. Your legs are still as weak as a newborn colt, so you decide walking seems like a lot of extra work, and make grabby hands at Bucky. He kneels, so you can climb astride his back for a piggyback ride.

He and Steve are making their way up the hallway holding hands, when you spot a worried looking theater employee up ahead.

You thump Steve’s shoulder, and giggle, “Uh oh.”

He fake gasps, “Look what you did, pervert.”

“Hush, you got off on it just as much as I did,” you blow a raspberry at him.

“Yeah I fuckin did.”

You burst into laughter and Bucky just shakes his head.

The man looks distinctly nervous when he steps in front of Steve and Bucky, warily eyeing the two imposing men. You wink at him over Bucky’s shoulder, and blow him a kiss. He flushes crimson, and stammers through the script that was almost certainly handed to him by his manager.

“Uh, I’m sorry, sirs, ma’am, I’m afraid we are going to have to ask you not to return to this theater.” He coughs awkwardly, “Uhm… ever.”

Bucky snorts, “Banned for life. Oh no! Where will we watch movies now?”

The remark is clearly dripping with sarcasm, but the employee rushes to apologize, “I’m sorry, but we don’t allow…” another uncomfortable cough, “uhhm… that in our auditoriums.

“So we’re banned,” Steve tries not to laugh.

“For life,” Bucky also tries not to laugh, but fails miserably. “I called it,” he trails off with a snort.

“Yes, sir.” The man offers another anemic apology, “I’m very sorry-”

With your hands on Bucky’s shoulders, you lean back, kicking your legs and shaking your head so violently the necklaces around your neck dance with a noisy clatter.

“He’s sorry! He’s sorry! He’s sorry! He’s sorry! He’s sorry!”

You do your best crazy-ass Nancy Downs impression as Bucky walks calmly out of the theater, and into the street with you thrashing on his back.

Once there, the three of you nearly collapse with laughter.

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Starry Starry Night

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,949

Summary: Some nights it’s hard to sleep but you have an idea that might help both you and Bucky. 

Author’s Note: I was thinking about glow in the dark stars the other night and then I thought about how fun it would be to have them with Bucky. This is just silly and sweet and I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you lovely🥰

Warnings: soft sweetness, fluff and fun (problems sleeping) 

GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @dianaofthemyscira thank you sweets🥰

“Can’t sleep either?”

Bucky’s tired voice cuts through your racing thoughts and you look up at him with glassy eyes.

“Hey Buck,” you whisper. “Nah. Just can’t turn it off tonight.”

He nods in understanding.

“Whatcha eatin’ doll?”

“Cold pizza,” you say with a small laugh.

“Got anymore?” he asks as he slips behind you to check the fridge.

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Day 24 — Breeding Kink

Pairing || Stepdad!Bucky x Stepdaughter!Reader

Word Count || Around 600

Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, dub-con, explicit content/language, pet names, major age-gap (reader is early/mid 20’s, Bucky is early/mid 40’s), unprotected vaginal sex, breeding kink, daddy/stepdaddy kink, rough fucking, being used, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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You bounced up and down on your stepdad's cock while his hips jerked upwards to meet your movements, his thick girth splitting your dripping and quivering cunt in half. The lewd smacks of your ass hitting his pelvis and the squelching sounds of your wet pussy echoed throughout the living room as he took you raw and dirty on the sofa.

You supported your trembling and weak body by gripping his thighs hard, digging your nails into the skin, while his hands palmed and held your bouncing breasts, toying with your nipples between his fingers.

Each time he sheathed his whole cock between your walls, his bulbous head nudged and teased your sweet spot, edging you towards your release with each rough movement.

He uttered nothing but vile profanities in his deep and raspy voice, making your clit tingle and pussy flutter at the roughness of his words and actions.

“You're so good for your daddy, baby girl. Such a good tiny pussy that I get to fuck and abuse every day. My little fucktoy I get to use and stuff whenever I want.”

“P-please, daddy,” you mewled, “come inside me,” you begged in a whine.

“Yeah? You want me to come inside your pretty little cunt, angel? Want me to put a baby in you? To make your breasts full and plump?” He groaned as he squeezed them harder, making you moan at the painful sensation. “Make you swell up?” He grunted as he ran his palm down your stomach, caressing the skin in a soft motion. “You want to make me a real daddy?

“Yes, daddy, please,” you sobbed loudly like the little cock mess you were for him. Nothing on your brain other than wanting his warm cum to fill you up.

“Play with that pretty little clit for your stepdaddy, baby girl. I want to feel your pussy squeeze and grip my cock as I pump you full of my cum.”

Bringing your fingers to where he and you were connected, you circled your aching and deprived nub, the added stimulation making you jolt in his lap and shudder in bliss.

It didn't take long before you fell apart on his cock, sobbing as you exploded around him and making a mess all over yourself and him. Nothing but whines and begs left you for him to fill your needy and empty little pussy up with his sticky and warm cum. Your walls were practically begging for it as they squeezed and milked his length.

“Daddy, please, I want your cum.”

With deep and heavy grunts, he coated your insides with his warm and sticky seed, filling up your womb with everything he had to offer as he continued to mutter his profanities about what a good little girl you were for taking all of him.

“Good girl for taking all of me in that tiny little hole, angel. Letting me fill you up and make you swell,” he groaned as he continued to thrust up into your tightness.

Once you were thoroughly fucked and filled, he stilled deep inside you, ensuring that none of his cum could escape your used pussy. You rest your back against his torso, panting heavily while he cradled your weak and trembling body, kissing your temple and caressing your lower stomach.

“Rest up, sweetheart, and then we're going again. I need to pump and stuff your cunt with my cum all fucking day until I'm sure you'll be round and beautiful for me.”

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I would willingly move in and let him mark me!!! 😍🥵🫠

Bound by the Night

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Vampire AU)

Word Count: 3,444

Summary: A storm drives you off the road and leaves you stranded…

Author’s Note: This is for Roo’s @darkficsyouneveraskedfor HalloCream Extravaganza and for my Vampire kink because I definitely have one! My prompt is in the summary above. I loved writing this. I love Vampires. Hope you all enjoy and thank you Roo for hosting such a fun challenge!🥰 Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics Thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: some light violence, scary themes, sorta kidnapping? (just in case), soft!darkish themes, fingering- if I miss anything I will gladly at it! (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)

GIF NOT MINE: special shout out to my love Ali @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for making me such a beautiful gif especially for this fic! I LOVE IT and YOU, thank you so much! ❤️

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The rain beats wildly against your windshield, the wipers swinging back and forth with a ceaseless but futile effort to keep your view clear. The wind gusts and shakes the trees, the wet and fallen leaves strewn across the pavement as you drive slowly down the dark road.

Your phone has one bar of service and the GPS keeps going in and out. You know you took a wrong turn, but it’s impossible to see in the blackness of the night along these deserted roads and you’re just hoping to find your way back to the highway.

The road ahead starts to slope downward and you can just make out the reflective surface of a large puddle of water pooling in the depression. You start to break but your tires slip and slide and you can feel yourself losing control of the car.

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get a guy who says "I know, baby" while you're cumming

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I loved this! It was super cute 💛💛

Hey can you do a reunion with rooster And it be really fluffy

Thank you for the really sweet prompt @callsignmaverick5! I wasn't sure if you meant reunion like they're both aviators and they meet up after some time apart, or if he is with a civilian and returns home from deployment. I chose the latter but wouldn't be opposed to also writing the former if anybody's interested <3

It Was Always You

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader

Summary: Your maybe, sort-of boyfriend, Bradley Bradshaw, returns from deployment, but you aren't sure if he's still on the same page.

CW: Swearing, fluff, some feels

The bell of the door rings out and you look up as it swings open. In comes Hangman with a sly smirk and your hand freezes mid-swipe across the counter. He’s eyeing you mischievously as he holds the door open behind him. Your fingers tighten around the cloth on the bar top.

You haven’t seen your boyfriend – if you could really call him that – in over six months. You’d only been dating – if you could call it that – for about six weeks before he was deployed, and communication while he was away has been scarce due to the nature of his mission, so you aren’t entirely sure where the two of you currently stand. Six months apart is a long time for a new relationship – if you could call it that – but you can’t seem to catch your breath because he’s all you’ve thought about since the moment he left.

You watch Hangman uneasily as he winks at you and then peeks outside with a squint. “Rooster,” he calls. “Did you fall in a ditch?”

At the sound of his name, you let out a sharp breath that leaves you mildly lightheaded. There’s a glare on the shiny surface of the counter from where the afternoon sun has settled that hurts your eyes, but you stubbornly look past it despite the sting, observing the dust dancing in the light filtering through the open door. A suffocating heat cascades inside, together with a sandy breeze, just as a broad-shouldered silhouette appears at the threshold. With the sunshine in behind, his face is obscured by shadow, but the Hawaiian shirt rippling around his torso gives him away.

“Geez, Bradley, you sure know how to make an entrance,” you hear Penny’s voice from behind.

You let out a small, nervous laugh at her comment, releasing the rag still in your grasp, your hand cramping from how tightly you’ve been clutching it. Bradley Bradshaw, after all, will probably want a drink. You flex your hand a couple of times and wipe it on your jeans as he takes a step inside. Hangman lets the door shut, glancing between you and Bradley expectantly as Bradley’s face finally comes into view.

You meet his gaze anxiously. He’s watching you with a mildly dazed expression, as though he can’t quite believe that he’s seeing you in the flesh. He takes a couple of hesitant steps forward, studying your face as if he’s unsure how you feel about him showing up out of the blue. You wonder if perhaps he’s also questioned the permanence of your pre-deployment fling.

He looks so sexy just standing there with his lip curling upward ever so slightly as he admires you from a distance. After several moments of prolonged, passionate eye contact during which you swallow profusely while he breathes heavily, Bradley bites the bullet and picks up his pace, his strides becoming increasingly wider as he nears the bar.

He's practically sprinting as he rounds the counter toward you and, as you’re turning to face him, he lunges forward, wrapping you in an embrace. You stagger slightly at the force of the impact, bringing your arms around his back as his head dips into the crook of your neck. You can feel the tickle of his mustache on your skin as his mouth glides over your bare shoulder.

“You’re back,” you whisper, pressing your cheek into the wave of his hair as he leaves a searing trail of kisses along your neck.

He stops just below your jawline, a hot mist bathing your earlobe as he breathes. “You’re here,” he responds quietly.

You squeeze him tighter against you, wishing you never had to let go of him again.

Bradley reciprocates the squeeze, taking a step forward to press you into the bar in behind. His mouth is still lingering at your ear. “You smell like home,” he whispers, planting a soft kiss along the side of your face.

You close your eyes. “So do you.”

Bradley pulls you even closer, nearly lifting you off the ground. “Oh, baby, please tell me you’re still my girl,” he pleads in a low, raspy tone, his lips still moving over your ear.

Affected by the desperation in his voice, the flutter in your stomach gives way to an ache – a need – for Bradley Bradshaw. You pull your face away slightly so that you can look up into his eyes.

He holds your gaze for only a moment before resting his forehead over yours with a sigh.

“I’m still yours if you’re still mine,” you murmur as he brushes your nose with the tip of his.

He closes his eyes. “I will be yours forever, I promise you,” he breathes.

You smile at his affirmation, your fingers weaving through his hair as you lift your face. There isn’t anything nearly as romantic that you can think of to say in response, so you just pull him in gently for a kiss.

Bradley’s lips move urgently over yours as he presses himself further into your body and your back further into the counter. “God, I missed you so much,” he mutters just before sliding his tongue across your upper lip.

“I missed you,” you murmur against his lips. You feel his hand slip into the back pocket of your jeans and he pulls you against his hips.

“I love you,” Bradley says without breaking the kiss. It’s the first time he’s said it, but it feels strangely familiar, like you’ve known all along. “I love you,” he repeats, continuing to kiss you, again without missing a beat. “I love you, I love you.” His words become a sort of hum against your lips and the way his body moves to caress yours is so insistent that you can practically feel the weakening of your limbs as you succumb to his touch.

“Excuse me.” Hangman clears his throat.

“Not now, Seresin,” Bradley mutters without looking up.

“I – uh, I’d like to order a drink,” Hangman says, and you can hear the amusement in his tone.

Bradley’s hand slips off your hip and he extends his arm in Hangman’s direction, presumably giving him the finger.

“Manners, Rooster,” Hangman replies in a sing-song voice.

You chuckle against Bradley’s lips.

“Excuse me!” you hear Penny’s exclamation as she returns from the kitchen. “No patrons behind the bar!”

“Not now, Penny,” you say, your mouth still glued to Bradley’s.

You hear shuffling behind Bradley’s back and then Penny speaks again. “What can I get for you, Lieutenant?” she asks resignedly, although there is a hint of mirth in her tone as well.

Bradley continues making out with you while Penny pours, and he eventually kisses every square inch of your face as you giggle. Your eyes, your nose, your eyebrow, your other eyebrow.

When you finally detach yourself from him, saying that you should get back to work, Penny gives you a pointed look. “Right, like you could work right now,” she says. You glance at her sheepishly and she adds, “Get out of here, you crazy kids.”

With a broad grin, Bradley starts pulling on your arm without hesitation. As you pass by Hangman, he shakes his head and says, “Thank god we’re home because if I have to hear about how wonderful you are or how hot you look in a damn sundress one more time, I will lose my mind, Y/N.”

You laugh while Bradley shakes his head at Hangman, outraged that he is divulging classified information.

“I’m serious,” Hangman continues even as Bradley trains a critical glance in his direction. “What did the guy even talk about before the two of you got together?” he asks.

Bradley’s expression borders on threatening as he continues to shake his head.

“Oh yeah,” Hangman chuckles as Bradley tugs you after him toward the exit. “It was always you!” Hangman calls just as Bradley yanks on the door.

You press your lips together to keep from smiling too widely as Bradley shakes his head at Hangman, smirking. “Hey Hangman,” he calls.

“I know, I know,” Hangman responds, waving his hand distractedly. “I can go fuck myself.”

“Well, that, and... thanks for getting me home, Hangman,” Bradley says. “Back to my girl.”

You glance back to look at Hangman with a troubled expression, suddenly realizing how very easily you could lose the man who’s just proclaimed his love for you. Hangman gives Bradley a nod combined with a one-fingered salute.

The moment you and Bradley are outside, you wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your head into his chest.

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” he asks.

“I love you,” you mutter into his chest. “I love you,” you repeat as he brings his arms behind your back. “I love you, I love you.”

He lets out a long sigh into your hair. “That’s a relief,” he responds and you chuckle slightly. “Because you’re all I ever think about,” he continues. “Just ask poor Hangman.”

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