#( sainte | 001. )

[zal-cryptid]

SCP-001-GOLD and SCP-001-JADE

#scp foundation #scp #fan art #fanart #scp 001 #cities #scp art #scp cards #cotbg #church of the broken god #robert bumaro #daevites #saint hedwig #scarlet king

[ningtual]

ayo ❔️

#i hope eric has a wonderful day he is a saint for posting these #THE SLEEVELESS ONE WITH THE TATTOOS HE WANTS TO KILL MEEEE #good thing idk who this sunwoo person is bc who is he #sunwoo #the boyz #tbz #eric sohn #001

[warystares]

✘ CLOSED / ft. juliana leon ( @gildcdglory ) on the faceless ship / in a bathroom somewhere

the acrid taste of BLOOD permeates a bitten tongue, pungently metallic & sour from the salty tang of SWEAT ; shards of porcelain clink in the dark recesses behind a split lip and your guess is as good as saint's whether the splinters embedded inside his cheek are from his MASK or his TEETH. he writhes, impatient, on cold marble. don't ask him how many FIGHTS he's been in tonight ― truth is, he's lost count. ( one too many blows to the head ? or has he truly come out VICTORIOUS enough that the number's become irrelevant ? it's hard to say ! ) and he'd still be in it, too, if he could ― had to get DRAGGED out as it were, shortly after stark black began to creep into the edges of a field of VIOLENT RED. he'd not even been able to hear the THUD of his body as it slammed against the ring over the pulsing of his heartbeat in his ears. each breath he draws in is ragged, greedy, as if with every gulp he's stealing back the wind knocked from his lungs by the masked victor who BESTED him.

even when he concentrates enough to STEADY his gaze, he's still seeing T W O of her. ( four if he counts her reflections in the mirror to his back, only barely visible in his peripheral if he really looks. ) juliana león. what a LUCKY bastard he is to have her in his corner, huh ? someone to help CLEAN him up when his brother can't. and where is silas, anyway ? ❝ y'gotta patch me up GOOD, jules, ❞ he slurs with a chipped, crimson GRIN. a callused hand reaches out and saint steadies himself on her shoulder ; he may be seated, yes, but make no mistake, he is SWAYING. ❝ fix me up real good so's i can ― i can get back OUT there. ❞ a pause, and damp curls topple into an inquisitive tilt. he licks his lips ― STILL BLOOD ― and resists the urge to spit in the sink, swallowing it down instead. ( is all of it his ? surely not ! ) a half-hidden smirk punctuates the vulgar action, and saint makes an EFFORT to meet her gaze. ❝ how'd y'know it was me anyway ? or you jus'― FUCK, are you just that much of a good samaratan ? ❞ don't tell him he's not SPECIAL. ❝ you treat everybody this nice ? ❞

#✘ saint clarke | conversation #✘ event | the faceless ship #✘ saint / juliana 001 #violence tw #injury tw #honestly idk what this is sorry to u and sorry to juliana #also did i miss any other triggers idk pls lmk

[murdcrofcrows]

who: @warystares ( saint )

where: carnival

he'd come back up to the fourth floor just a few minutes before he'd watched the creepy doll faced version of his brother head butt his opponent ( cracking his mask and, from what it appeared, knocking himself out in the process ). "motherfucker," he let out a sigh that turned into a groan. he'd just got up to the vip area and now he had to make his way BACK down to collect his brother before they hauled him off into some back room or something. don't get him wrong, he'd be a bit more worried if he hadn't done this a solid hundred or two times before ( and yes he is still worried, seeing your brother and best friend go limp doesn't get less disturbing ). didn't matter, by the time silas made it to the ring, saint was gone. which only sent him into search mode ( while giving a few payouts to those who predicted the correct streak number ).

the ship was HUGE, you wouldn't think so at first glance, but when you walk each floor in a short amount of time you really FEEL it. somehow, they had to have passed each other. he'd searched that boat high and low. if he knew saint, there was one other place he needed to check. lo and behold, the minute he turned down the main row in the carnival, there he was. "oh you're alive! thanks for coming to let me know," he greeted in a neutral tone despite the inflections. "not like silas would be looking for you or anything." passive aggressive, dripping with all the sarcasm he could manage. though silas didn't waste any time to start moving him around to check the damage done. someone else had patched him up, that was obvious once the relief of finding him had cleared. "they have a first aid tent somewhere i didn't see? i was ten minutes out from causing a riot thinkin' you'd gone overboard and you're off getting snacks." no, he didn't care if saint had gone somewhere else, not really ( maybe just a little bit, a small sting ). he straightened the still popped collar of saint's jacket. waiting to hear where hear where dumbass hot shot has been the past hour.

#silas | interactions #silas x saint 001. #violence tw #lawlessevent002 #event | faceless ship

[twopoppies]

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#anon about receipts #I trust about .001% of the receipts I get these days #if you’re getting something that seems to be #about one of them behaving in a way very #different from how you’ve heard them to be #I’d tend to believe it even less #I’d really question who you’re getting the info from #and what their agenda is #regardless of whether it’s a positive or negative receipt #beyond that I think it’s important to remember #that the real H/L are probably somewhere #in between being the Saint or Devil people paint them as

[lesbianashleywilliams]

i finished No Longer Human and...whew chile

#*posts #a few parts hit a little too close to home there! #(dont ask why 001 is in saints attire that's just how saints fans are)

[la-sangradura]

open to: evan carpeneter | @touchofnightfall location: vicky’s, don’t crawl: freefall 

“I usually just tell my exes... я тебе не знаю” Ilya said flatly, turning to face Evan as he opened another handle after abandoning one with a crash into the bin behind the bar. They weren’t even working with the array of glasses behind them anymore, but the lukewarm supply right from the backroom that was still tucked away in crates. Vicky’s was the last stop, and everyone was hoping to start at the end in hopes of getting an in on where the club was. Much to their dismay, the staff were as clueless as they were this early in the night. 

“It roughly translates to I don’t you,” He continued. It would have been a joke had it not been blatant truth, his mind still fractured in memories that mattered just as much as the ones that didn’t. “Denial gets you a long way because people fear rejection. You should try it.”

#ilya x evan 001 #━━ ilya interactions ｢i've only found saints in blood｣

[savejamiecampbellbower]

part C 01

continued in part C 02

nobody could have been able to finish reading at such a fast pace all the evidence i have amassed here, and then quickly dismiss it as totally untrue in less than twenty minutes time after jess-moloney.tumblr.com received the two inbox messages i had sent. those messages were about exposing the actual jessica moloney, not about them, the tumblr jess moloney. what made them think they had to be about them? what exactly made them block my account? why precisely now the sudden 180-degree change in personality and attitude? haven't they been encouraging people to come out and even send them all kinds of evidence about jamie's girlfriend's sinister activities? this begs the question, is the effort to help, save, and aid james campbell bower by exposing the despicable shadiness of the world of celebrities genuine or is it everything part of team con's efforts to do damage control through reverse psychology similarly to britney spears's case? is jess-moloney.tumblr.com trying to help jamie and his fans become aware of fake wannabe fans and fake wannabe celebrity friends or are they hiding a hate blog behind tons of excuses and malicious mental gymnastics? is jess-moloney.tumblr.com actually jessica moloney or an insane, dangerous, morally debauched and horrendously loathsome fan with multiple personality disorder and lots of sock puppet accounts? who and what is hiding behind the truther facade? why do they become so rabidly mad and obnoxiously judgmental instead of thankful when somebody provides them further backup to their claims? why are they downplaying the gravity and seriousness of human trafficking and say it is nothing but trolling as if this could never ever happen to anyone, and that celebrities can't be human trafficking survivors? why is their blog full of darvo and gaslight manipulation tactics? why did they react as if they are jamie bower's possible handler girlfriend and they had been caught red-handed? what could have been the purpose of this charade pretending to be a shill exposing blog if that's the case? negative celebrity publicity? some kind of a sick, perverted, twisted joke? shouldn't they be thankful there are others who are trying to help them reach their goal of raising awareness about bad people infiltrating the nicer celebrities' lives as well as their fandoms? is jess-moloney.tumblr.com being outraged by a certain type of post writing, editing and formatting legit or just a superficial excuse? did jess-moloney.tumblr.com forget when they got offended when anons were criticizing their bad grammar and spelling in the beginning? why did they immediately dismiss what i had brought up for discussion when my sources of information are as authentic as theirs? why do they act so hypocritically and aggressively? do they think they are the next best self-appointed armchair psychiatrist? are they really receiving and answering so many questions in such a short amount of time or are they the only one who is asking and answering them? who really are the innocent victims and the evil perpetrators? how guilty is jessica moloney, james campbell's girlfriend of being a scam? is she swindling everyone or is she set up as a fall girl and a patsy? is she being blackmailed by loan sharks to do certain things and act in a certain way or else.....?

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trafficking in the name of modelling link 1

trafficking in the name of modelling link 2

trafficking in the name of modelling link 3

trafficking in the name of modelling link 4

vogue article link

connect the dots

https://www.tumblr.com/savejamiecampbellbower/732396880195092480/proof-a-part-03

#jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jess moloney #jessica moloney #jessgate #jessicagate #britney spears #free britney #britney is not free #fashiongate #Instagram #yves saint laurent #saint laurent #ysl #human trafficking #stranger things #vecna #henry creel #001 #jace wayland

[wargcds]

"trust  me,  you  don't.  those are  not  comfortable  at  all."  adam  paused  for  a  moment.  "or  so  i've  been  told,  anyways."  he  cleared  his  throat,  eyes  glued  to  the  book  still;  if  he  could  just  focus  on  the  goddamn  words  on  the  pages,  he  could  almost  pretend  she  wasn't  there.  "there's  a  bucket  in  the  corner  over  there."  he  said,  finally  looking  back  up  at  her,  the  challenging  grin  on  his  face  expression  just  how  much  he  didn't  believe  her.  "i'm  sure  you  can  hobble  over  with  the  handcuffs  still  on." // continuation from this post for @cvpidswings.

#001. ／ the patron saint of your demise * adam archer . int ! #cvpidswing

[monogatcri]

"last time wasn't that bad." maybe they'd had a rocky (and wholly unexpected) start, but could he blame her? he hadn't seemed like the daredevil type to begin with!

"you know, a feeling of normalcy often comes with repetition."

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁PANIC RAISED IN THE BACK of his throat as the one who'd made him afraid of flight appeared once more to conduct another test on him. Hands flew up, back slamming against wall, much like a cornered mouse against the advancement of a cat ; he wasn't strong enough to really do anything without a sword on him (even still, she was stronger than a blade).

        ❝ Wa -- WAIT! Not again! ❞ Palms are furiously flinging out, desperate to ward her off. ❝ I don't want to fly! ❞

#* // ♦︎ 001. — › I C #* // ♦︎ 017. — › D A S H #* // ♦︎ 018. — › C R A C K #* // ♦︎ V3. — › HEART FROM IRMINSUL #* // ♦︎ 008. — › A N S W E R E D #// LOOK WHAT YOU DID SAINT!

[giant-spider-boyfriend]

Recent set of drawing I made based on saints doing catholic hand gestures.

#art #drawing #painting #scifi #saint #pilot #oc #original character #reginold #whiskey 001

[charlienam]

OPEN / CLOSED — for @la-sangradura — verity saint. LOCATION & TIME — chef tian’s, 8pm.

        Today’s an off-work day for Charlie, from both her mercenary work and Elysian. It’s also a great opportunity to become a diurnal creature once again, hence her upcoming plans to attend a concert at a seedy venue and conclude her night with some club hopping. Both activities are meant to tucker her out, but she’ll still need some energizing grub before descending on this familiar path of hedonism. A conclusion that’s led to the half-eaten plate of before her, littered with Peking duck, its cleanly-eaten bones, Chun Bing, and stir-fried green beans.

        Charlie lifts some ponytailed locks with her non-greased hand and sniffs, grimacing at her frankly unwise choice to deal with this finger food for a pre-game dinner. But a girl’s got to eat. Besides, she was perhaps due for a quick shower from washing off her suspiciously copper-stained sink anyway. Her eyes meander around Chef Tian’s as she contemplates, and before landing on a familiar face — one that elicits the phantom sensation of begin lifted upside-down over a beer keg, the rancid scent of the dumpster behind Northwestern’s Allen Center building, and the sweet fizz of sugar-free Red Bulls.

        “Verity?”

         Charlie waves around a small duck leg, looking bright as she greets her old friend. “It’s been a while!”

#charlie nam x verity saint 001. #food tw #blood tw

[warystares]

✘ CLOSED / ft. veer sivakumar ( @wrvtchedhearts ) at snake den headquarters

❝ now look ! see ? i don't know how many times i gotta say it 'fore somebody listens, huh ? ❞ the frustration evident in his tone as saint chucks a plastic spray bottle of bleach into a bucket a few feet away feels relatively misplaced given how he just watched the younger con-man eat shit on the slick spot in front of the door he'd only just been scrubbing. ( to be clear, that's not to say the fool would be concerned by his associate's wipe out under normal circumstances ― if anything, it's more of a shock he didn't start cackling the moment veer's feet slipped out from under them ! saint has always been a man of simple pleasures ; he's easily amused ! ) the crumpled rag in his hand is quick to follow the bottle's trajectory and free hands tinged an angry red from the caustic cleanser and saint scrapes palms against dark denim before extending one in an offer. ❝ i told 'em, didn't i ? said it don't matter how unsightly it is, a wet spot on the floor's gonna be more dangerous than a goddamn dried up blood stain ! ❛ no, saint, you gotta clean it up ! it's unprofessional ! it's incriminating ! ❜❞ and okay, no, maybe he can't actually refute that part, but that's beside the point : he doesn't want to be doing this in the first place. ❝ c'mon, you good ? lemme help you up, i'm done with this shit anyhow. good e-fuckin'-nough ! ❞

#✘ saint clarke | conversation #✘ saint / veer 001 #on god i have no idea what this is alsdkhasdf i hope it's alright!

[murdcrofcrows]

who: @warystares ( saint )

where: faceless ship, fourth floor

the excitement of the ring always had a habit of drawing dominika in. it was quite the spectacle and something universally done around the world. that fact made it quite beautiful in a sense. violence was a universal language and sport. there was one of the fighters that night she'd seen before. he won quite often, she'd observed along with why it seemed he did. that pure, unfiltered rage was something she knew quite well, seen many times. while she tended to be brutally soft, she appreciated brutality in all forms. as well as an unhinged mind, it was relatable whether she chose to address that fact or not. "you're quite good, as i'm sure you already know. i'm a fan, though." the dancer commented, silently wondering if he made a lot of money from all of those wins. "do you ever worry it will leave lasting damage? or are there precautions you take for all of that?"

#dominika | interactions #dominika x saint 001. #violence tw #lawlessevent002 #event | faceless ship

[agentxpink]

[ @saintzenji ]

There’s always been a carefulness from Pink whenever Zenji was around, considering the past, but she’s pushed it down for the most part. This has been their new beginning and they mostly found the right tone between the two of them. Enough to ask Zenji to help her with some sparring and boxing lessons and the first training not to turn into a big real fight instead of simple sparring, so that was good.

Everything else around them? Not so much.

“Remember that time we got stuck in that stupid, rusty old elevator?” she asked him as if it was the most natural thing to just casually bring up the past between them. “This feels like it but with like, a big disguise thrown over it. Sure, it’s not a small elevator cabin, but there are too many people for too little room, people will get antsy and claustrophobic very quick. Wanna bet who is going to have the next very public, very concerning meltdown?”

#agent saint #agent saint 001

[ramp-it-up]

Football Season

Summary: It’s Football Season. But you want to play.

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2K

A/N: it’s the first day of Kinktober! Hope you enjoy! You can read this as a companion piece to Party Games

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Sportsball. Mostly pwp. Established relationship. Thigh riding,  praise/degradation kink, P in V, creampie. Not Beta’d. All errors my own. 

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It was your first football season living with your boyfriend. You moved in with him in the spring and had wonderful weekends in bed and hanging out with friends. Steve and Sam warned you about Bucky’s obsession, joking that you would be a football widow.

You laughed at the jokes and Bucky pulled you close to him, kissed your temple and said, “Don’t listen to these punks. I would never ignore you, Doll.”.

You believed him. Bucky was so supportive of everything in your life, your job, your hobbies, your family, that you wanted to let him have the perfect supportive football girlfriend on opening weekend. Steve was away for work and Sam was in Louisiana visiting his sister and attending a Saints game. You were going to prove that Bucky wouldn’t miss out on having the guys with him to watch his team.

Bucky looked so fine sitting on the couch, in a t-shirt and basketball shorts with his team’s logo on them and that made you want to serve him the best homemade sandwiches and beer ever.

After you went to the grocery store, you slipped into the bedroom and slipped on your surprise for Bucky, a custom black jersey with red trim from his favorite team with Barnes 001 on the back. You had it made for him, so it hung down your thighs, which were covered by the tops of thigh high red socks.  The kicker was what was underneath the jersey, but that was for later.

Now was the time for some food. It was almost kickoff.

Bucky glanced up at you from his fantasy football app as you placed the tray of food down on the coffee table and did a double take at you in the jersey. Bucky beamed at you as he leaned back and spread his legs.

“What do we have here, Doll?”

His eyebrow raised as he asked the question. You tried to ignore his man spread, even though it was your weakness.

“Just a present for my favorite football fan. I thought I’d break it in for you while we watch the game.”

Bucky grinned at you.

“So thoughtful, Doll. You look great in it. I might never wear it, honestly you look so hot.”

You winked at him as Bucky reached for you. He pulled you onto his thigh and kissed your forehead, temple, nose and mouth. The jersey was tucked under your bottom so you weren’t bare thonging it on his thigh, but you could feel the power there. But now wasn’t the time.

“I love you, Doll.” 

You winked at him, kissed his cheek, stood up and padded back in the kitchen, dodging his hand as he reached for the hem of the jersey. 

“Watch your game!” you called.

“I’d rather watch you, Doll.” 

Bucky’s head followed you for a moment, but he was soon distracted again when his team got possession of the ball.

Once you got him set up, you sat up on the couch with your head on his shoulder and your legs thrown over his. 

Bucky was entranced in the game, drinking beer, pumping his fist and throwing up his hands when his team lost or gained ground, and it was so cute to watch. You man was in his happy place and it made you happy too.

You snuggled his arm and kissed his bicep, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, when during a particularly energetic show of emotion, Bucky’s hand came down with a slap on your thigh.

“Ow!”

You laughed as Bucky looked at you with concern as he rubbed your rapidly reddening limb.

“Sorry, Doll. You okay?”

“I’m good, Jamie. Just let me get my lick back.”

You reached over and pulled up Bucky’s shorts from the thigh closest to you and delivered a sound smack to the corded muscles there. You shifted as you looked at his thigh ripple slightly. He was so fucking thick and the whore in you awakened. Bucky just flexed and smirked at you as you lusted after him.

“I thought you were actually gonna lick it.”

That grin.

“Hmmmph.” 

You gave him a side eye and snuggled in again as he returned to his game, the idea of licking his thigh, and other things, taking over your brain. You shifted, the red thong you had on under the jersey now uncomfortable in your wet folds as Bucky got engrossed in the game again.

This was turning into a situation.

You didn’t know if you could be still for two more hours. It was only the first quarter. You stared at his thigh at the muscles shifting and moving as he did, and you didn’t realize it, but you were shuffling down his arm, your mouth nearing his muscular leg.

You snuck a look up at him to find him smiling down at you.

“You good, Doll? What are you doing? Why do you look like you’re about to commit a crime?”

Bucky could read you like a book. And you loved it.

“Hmmm. I just want a little… snack…”

With a mischievous smile, you fully committed and leaned down to lick a long stripe from his Bucky’s knee until your head was halfway covered by his shorts. Your mouth nose bumped his ball sack and you felt him jump.

“What the…?”

When you resurfaced, Bucky looked at you, sky blue eyes wide.

“You said you wanted me to lick it.”

You shrugged your shoulders and took a drink of water.

“I said I thought you were going to…” 

Bucky eyed you gulping down the glass and stopped trying to explain himself.

“You thirsty Doll?”

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and nodded, smiling back at the man who was not paying attention to his game anymore.

“Liquid is collecting places, need to replenish.”

Bucky leaned back, and hiked the leg of his shorts even higher. 

“Are you wet, Baby Doll?”

That name. Bucky had you.

You nodded, your mouth open slightly to breathe. He had you open.

“Well, you already got me wet, little Baby. Might as well finish the job.”

Bucky patted his thigh.

“.. But.. the game, Jamie…”

“I can still watch the game while you use my thigh, Baby. Climb on.”

You stood up and lifted the jersey to pull down the thong but Bucky stopped you with a whistle.

“Shit Baby Doll. Look at how you’ve ruined that pretty little red thong. Turn around.”

You did as you were told and Bucky picked up the thong from between your ass cheeks and snapped it back into place. Then he smacked your butt.

“That is one lucky piece of material. Nestled in all that ass so pretty.”

He turned you around with both hands and then stared at your crotch.

“You’re so wet that you are making this red thong even darker.”

Bucky picked up the thong from the front and ran his finger down to the wetness, then he pulled so it moved even tighter between your legs. That, coupled with him giving you that ice blue sex god stare almost made your knees buckle.

“I think you need to keep this on and use it to help you get off. Climb on.”

Bucky leaned back again and slowly sucked his finger into his mouth, slowly pulling it out for you to see. He knew that got you hot.

You did as you were told, using your hands to brace on his broad shoulders. You were down closer to his knee and he reached for you, placing his hands on your waist to drag you closer to him.

“Careful with that knee, Doll.”

The warning made you giggle, because one false move would not be so good for Bucky’s balls.

“Get comfy for me.”

You shifted, widening your legs, so that your knee simply slid along his wide open other leg as you moved, nice and slow, grinding your core into his hairy, beefy thigh.

“That feel good?”

You nodded quickly, biting your lip. You surprised yourself at how close you were so quickly and you balled Bucky’s t-shirt in your hands as your hips moved faster and faster.

“There you go. Good Girl.”

He reached up under the jersey and tweaked one nipple, teasing your rapidly heating body.

“Now, stay quiet and don’t cum, because I’m watching the game. It would make too much noise. But don’t stop moving either Doll. Can you handle that? Don’t cum until I tell you.”

You nodded again, not caring that what he said didn’t make any sense. You were already lost in the feeling.

Bucky looked back up at the tv screen, as if he was really watching the game.

You moved, your slick allowing your folds to skate along his thigh, the flexing he was giving you the perfect compliment the your dripping, throbbing flesh that you owned. You felt his cock, hard now against your own thigh and you shuddered, a new need awakening.

Bucky hands slipped under the jersey and both hands teased your hard nipples.

“Mmmmmmhmmmm, Buckyyyy.”

You arched your back and went faster as you felt your clit quiver against his flesh. Your pussy reacted instinctively.

“Damn, Baby Doll,” Bucky took a drink of beer. “Your pussy is clenching on my leg like she could take it inside her. Fucking whore for my body, aren’t ya? Wanna use me any way you want, huh?”

You shuddered again, Bucky’s filthy words making you even closer to the edge.

“Look at you, arching your back like a slut.”

Bucky pulled the jersey off of your body and his eyes raked over you.

“My beautiful little slut.”

Bucky leaned over and started sucking your nipples, hard, alternating sides and sensations between sicking, licking and biting.

“Look at you, riding my thigh and holding it like a good little slut. So obedient. So good for me.”

“Ahhhhh! Bucky! Mmmmmmmm.”

“Love it when you moan for me. Being such a good girl. My best girl…ah ah ah.. Hold it.”

Bucky was feeling you quiver and shudder on his thigh, not able to move anymore because you felt like sparks were shooting from where you were connected. He reached for you and grabbed you, dragging your soaking wet slit down the insistent ridge of his thigh.

“I didn’t say you could stop moving. Do you want to come? Tell me?”

“Please…Bucky…”

Bucky grabbed your throat.

“Not. Yet.”

Bucky was staring at you as you bit your lip, trying with all of your might to control your release. He watched the tears start to fall and he licked them from your cheeks.

You were so mesmerized by his eyes that you didn’t notice that he’d pulled his cock out from his shorts. He lifted you up by your neck and you stood on shaking legs and practically impaled yourself on him.

“Come on my cock then, Baby Doll. Come all pretty for me.”

You slid down to the base of him, wider than you expected although you’d had him hundreds of times before and shuddered from the stretch. 

“Oh fuck. Take my cock, Baby Doll. Fuck.”

That shudder led you into an intense orgasm, partially because Bucky was holding you down, making you feel him stretch you out.

“Look at you. I don’t even have to move and you come all pretty all over my cock.”

You started sucking his neck as you came, vibrating all around him.

“Oh shit, give me that orgasm.” 

Bucky started moving then, the obscene sound of your wetness filling the room.

“Yeah, yeah, of fuck, yes, yes, yes…oh God yes…”

You were mewling and whining as he pounded into you, your orgasm extending, blooming and growing.

Bucky pulled pack to look at your bouncing breasts and you realized that it was you fucking him now, and he was enjoying the show.

“Yeah, Baby, fuck me. Show me who I belong to. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop until you cum…”

You put your hands on his chest and bounced up at down a what seemed like warp speed. Bucky cupped the base of his shaft as you fucked yourself on him and fingered your ass and your cunt as you moved.

“Oooohhhhhh! Bucky!”

“Oohhhh my Good goddd!”

Bucky roared as he spurted hot come in your pussy, and you didn’t stop moving until he was soft and slipping out of you.

You collapsed on his chest listening to his heart thump. Suddenly you heard the game again. A roar came from the crowd and Bucky pumped his fist.

“Yes! Amazing Score!”

You laughed as you kissed Bucky’s cheek and moved to go put the jersey back on.

Bucky kissed the top of your head as you leaned on his arm again. He put himself back in his shorts as he put his arm around you.

“My fucking good luck charm. My best girl.”

“Love you too, Bucky.”

And you dozed until he woke up with his head between your legs at halftime.

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