💜Civil war Bucky + overstimulation (light fic)
Like he would be getting in action after 70 years..you are in for it…..
#pom darling
#2k celebration
This caused quite a stir within me. God I love civil war Bucky 😍 thank you Elle for another excellent request!
Come celebrate 2k with me!
Ooooh you know what I'm thinking? What if you met him in Bucharest when he's on the run? And he's kinda shirky at first because he's supposed to be keeping a low profile? But he sees you a lot at the little market he goes to and you are always so sweet and smiling at him?
And what if he finally gets a hold of you and he just thinks you are absolutely perfect and can't believe you are real?
He is amazed at the effect you have on him, how hard his cock gets at the sight of you, how mouth watering you taste, the scent of you driving him feral. You're a mix of the most precious thing he's ever touched and the most addictive drug he's ever had.
He might start off gentle, wanting to take his time with you, get used to the sensations he hasn't felt for so long. He relishes your soft touches, gentle kisses and pretty sighs as he treasures you.
But it's clear after a while, he cannot get enough of you. Your body keeps drawing him back again, everytime he thinks he's finished with you. He fucked you until you squirted, and while he was letting you rest he worked himself up into a frenzy and did it again.
Watching you space out when he dips his cock into your puffy pussy drives him wild. When you mewl and cry at his touches, seeing his hands bring pleasure and joy for the first time in 70 years is addictive. He can't get enough of it.
He pinches your nipples before sucking on them, lavishing attention to them while he's still balls deep inside you makes you whine again. Tears of joy streaking down your face. He knows it feels good because your walls are squeezing him so tight everytime he sucks hard on the pebbled skin.
You emit a stream of beautiful nonsense when he drags his hips back and forth. You try and resist the sensitivity, dancing on the edge of pain and pleasure. Your hands go to your core and try to stop his movements, but he grips your hands and pushes them away. Your feet press to his chest as an attempt to escape him, he just presses kisses to your ankles before gripping them and spreading you open again and watching as your needy cunt takes him so perfectly.
"s'too much" you whisper hazily, making little effort to stop him now and he leans over you, hungrily kissing your slack mouth. "Not yet. Just a little longer. Just another couple for me?" Even if you could stop him, you'd probably cry if he took it away from you.
If he gave you a break he'd find his way back to your core, fingers mindlessly playing with your sensitive folds, not really paying attention, just watching as your wetness coats his fingers again, his come drips from you and your limbs shake.
Maybe he'd take a moment to try and soothe you, running strong cool hands over your body, massaging worn out limbs and worshipping you all over. The effect would be to drive you wild, his lingering touches teasing you. His firm grip exposing you to him, bruises and teeth litter your skin as he explores every bit of you.
He puts you on top of him, trapping you on his cock as he bounces you up and down. It's a magnificent sight. You lean on his chest to hold yourself up so you can't stop his hands when they go exploring. He rubs your clit with his metal thumb, you try to escape but it sends you further down his cock and weakens you again.
"Take it sweetheart, let me see you take it. I know you can..." He urges, voice strained as you squirm and bounce on him. You fall forward, his arms wrapping around you as you lay on his chest, sobbing and begging for him to make you come, for more, to stop, to never stop.
He ruts upwards, holding you still as you scream against his chest. His finger sinks into your ass, realising he's neglected another part of you before you are coming around him, shaking and cursing.
Finally, when he's filled you up once more with his own release he lets you sleep, held tight in his arms, the most perfect creature he's ever come across. He has ideas already forming in his mind as he drifts off himself, content to let you rest for a little while until he has to satisfy you both again....
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At some point in my weird dream of the night Sebastian Stan was playing the son in a serial killer family. There was a scene when he was getting scolded by his mother at breakfast and he was wearing a bee kigurimi with a red ruffled collar and dangling antennas. Sometimes my sick brain produces hilarious shit.
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