#sebastian stan x black!reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

cherthegoddess · 9 months

Text

His Sunshine

Summary: Who knew a girl with such bright waves could catch the storminess of Bucky's eyes.

Pairing: BuckyxSuperhero!Reader

Warnings: This was written with a black reader in mind, but anyone can read it.

Word Count: 3.1k

Join the taglist here!

A/N: Heyyy everyone and welcome to my very first One-Shot! I really hope you enjoy it. I'm super excited for everyone to read it! Thank you so much to @novanitee for the dividers!

His Sunshine

Bucky was already exhausted from the day and it was barely 11. He did his early morning run with Steve and Sam. He tried to avoid Tony to the best of his ability. Got unfortunately caught, with that one Parker kid. And now some alien losers decided that today was a fantastic day to try to invade the Earth for whatever reason. He just wanted to return to his bed, read some books, and be away from everyone, but luck was not on his side. He dodged the punches being thrown his way landing a few with his metal one. There just seemed to be too many. He watched as Steve killed one with a few more coming behind him. Bucky ran to help him swiftly getting away from the debris of the battle. He pulled a gun out of his holster when he knew he wouldn’t get there in time, killing two and alarming Steve of their presence. He fought back-to-back with Steve. This battle wouldn’t be over for hours. Every time they killed one another popped up and every Avenger they could gather was there.

Not long after the brush of defeat was starting to come into the air, a few of the aliens were screaming in pain from suddenly being lit on fire, others having branches growing out of their noses. The UFO that was in the air was being broken down piece by piece. The Avengers searched for their unknown hero. “Heyy guys sorry I’m late” Their heads quickly turned to the sky looking at the woman in the air wearing all blue, her identity hidden with a mask. The woman salutes before finishing off the rest of the aliens with bursts of fire, winds, and poor plants that have seen the back and front ends of the aliens. Bucky watched in awe with the others at her speed and effectiveness, all while not even lifting a finger. The others gathered in a small huddle and the woman began to finally hit the ground in front of them. “Whew! Those aliens were really something huh?” Their eyes train behind her as the city begins to rebuild itself. The woman looks behind her to see what they are staring at. “How in the…” She laughs. Waving her hand. “Oh, that’s me! Just doing a little cleanup!” Bucky looks at Steve confused, Steve shrugs his shoulders in response before stepping up. “Ma’am, who are you and where did you come from?” The woman grins. “Oh, my god. The Captain America is talking to me! Sorry, who am I, was your first question right? I’m Y/n. I don’t exactly have a cool superhero name yet. I didn’t realize how hard it would be to pick one, especially with two powers, you gotta honor both. Sorry, I’m rambling! Second question, I’m from Harlem born and bred. I was actually building up the courage to come to tell you guys about me and hopefully become an Avenger, but then you know aliens! Now I’m here!” The woman, who long-windedly, explained her name to be Y/n finally finished with a proud grin on her face. “Okay, Scrappy doo, how did you do all of this?” Tony motions to the buildings that were freshly repaired. “I would love to explain, but repairing buildings and fighting aliens is kind of a draining task, is it possible we could go to the tower? I can explain everything there especially if you want to test me to see all the cool things I can do as well?” They eyed each other, Bucky more weary of Y/n. She was too… nice. Too happy even after being in the face of danger. And even more worrisome, she was powerful. “Fine, kid, but you have to stay by Barnes’ side until we get there, we don’t trust you quite yet,” Bucky’s eyes shoot to Tony glaring harshly even after Steve places a hand on him so he doesn’t say anything. Y/n’s eyes for the first time since her appearance, meet his, she grins and waves. She makes her way over to him. He rolls his eyes at her cheeriness. Tony tells F.R.I.D.A.Y to send a quadjet.

“I’ve never seen anything like this! An Elementalist and you’re telekinetic! People should definitely be scared of you, Scrapy!” Tony exclaimed after running a physical on Y/n. Bucky, Steve, and Nat were watching from a window, while Peter, Tony, and Bruce were in the room with her. “Yeah! How did you get your powers, Y/n?” As she began explaining her story about how she got her powers, (which she got after almost drowning in a lake full of alien artifacts) Bucky still had a sour look on his face. “What’s wrong pal?” Steve asked. “I don’t know, man. I just don’t trust her. She comes out of nowhere with all these powers. And her happiness and all that positivity. No one‘s that good.” Bucky grumbles out. “Bucky, not everyone is after us. She literally saved us all,” Bucky watched as Nat rolled her eyes at him. He shook his head. It was just something about her that he couldn’t put his finger on. She was just pure sunshine but he could see clouds behind her eyes.

It had been 4 weeks since Y/n had moved into the tower. 4 weeks of everyone saying how much they loved her, 4 weeks of her constant humming and singing, 4 weeks of Bucky avoiding her as much as possible. Every room that she was in he left, and every word spoken to him by her was ignored. He watched from afar as everyone enjoyed her company as he isolated himself even more from her. No matter how much he enjoyed looking at her he couldn’t find himself to get close to her.

“Peter! I will not shoot ice at you to see if you could dodge it! You will not have Tony or Aunt May breathing down my neck if you get hurt!” Peter and Y/n got close when she arrived. She was about 4-5 years older than him and she treated him like a little brother. Bucky, however, teased Peter (even more than usual) about him flirting with Y/n. “Y/n/n, I promiseee, I’ll be okay! Plus I heal fast!” Peter exclaimed. Bucky sighed as he realized that he had to walk past the two in the living room to get to his destination of Steve’s room. Bucky begins to walk swiftly. Peter notices realization hitting his eyes. “I train with Bucky all the time! You can just ask him!” Bucky groans internally the two looking at him for confirmation. “Kid leave me out of your drama” The storm in Y/n’s eyes began to brew in disappointment. An urge to make that sunshine come back. He sighs, “Don’t throw ice at the kid, he bruises easily,” He turns and continues on his journey, not before hearing her whisper. “Peter, I can’t believe he actually talked to me! Maybe he’d finally give me a chance!” He rolls his eyes and knocks on Steve’s door.

Fury finally let Y/n go on missions 5 months into her stay. It was her fourth mission and of course, Bucky was the one who was a part of the team that would go with her. He had successfully avoided joining her until now. Luckily everything was going well, for the most part, a simple infiltration of one of Hydra’s bases by getting information from their computers. They had all split up and somehow Y/n ended up paired with Bucky. He guessed it was some sort of plan from Steve to get the two closer. Y/n was surprisingly very tech-savvy and was placed in charge of hacking the first computer to make it easier for Nat and Steve to get access to the others. It was easy until it wasn’t. Everything happened so fast and she was distracted and Bucky so stupidly wanted to keep as much distance as possible from her rays. So before he could get to her a shot ran out hitting her side and making her fall to the ground. Bucky ran quickly the Hydra agents getting wrapped in vines in response to Y/n’s pain. Bucky called into his comms for help, his hands on the wound. “Y/n, Sunshine can you get up?” His voice was soft surprising even himself. “Yeah, yeah, I just need to- grow some vines to keep myself alive. I think that’s all I can get my powers to do right now.” her voice is breathy and light. “Okay Sunshine, I got you.” Bucky watched as Y/n begin to grow vines around her body protecting it from any harm she may face. Her light eyes began to close, Bucky picking her vine-covered body when he saw Steve and Nat rushing their way. “Is she okay? What’s going on?” Bucky held her close. “She covered herself in vines to protect herself. I should’ve been protecting her” Bucky said with a whisper. Nat and Steve look at Bucky and then at each other. “She’s going to be okay Bucky. This isn’t your fault. We need to get to the quadjet before more come.” Bucky didn’t say a word but made his way to the door.

Bucky didn’t leave her side not once since they got back to the tower. He watched closely as they took her out of his arms and into surgery. He was there every step of the way. Something clicked for him. All of his distrust dissipated the second the bullet pierced her skin. He promised himself from that day forward he would always protect her. It had been a week since he saw the sunshine that was slightly covered by storm clouds. He would sit as everyone came to check on her, bringing her favorite flowers and teddy bears. The shot was almost fatal but luckily Y/n’s vines did some of the healing for her. Chamomile and echinacea grew around her wound. The doctors promised that she would wake up soon but even with that promise Bucky stayed.

Bucky squeezed her soft hand. “Sunshine you gotta wake up for me. I miss your eyes. Everyone misses you. Please come back to us, to me.” He whispers to her. He sighs when she doesn’t move. He gets comfortable in his chair again and begins to hum You Are the Sunshine of My Life by Stevie Wonder, a song that he heard Sam and Y/n singing the other week. He didn’t tell anyone but he had the song on repeat for weeks and it reminded him of her. “I didn’t know, you like Stevie Wonder,” Bucky’s closed eyes popped open at the sign of her voice. He took over to her laying form to see Y/n’s smile and bright eyes. “Hey Bucky,” He had to hold himself back from hugging. “Hey. Are you alright? Do you need some water? I’ll go-” An angelic laugh broke his rambling. “I’m okay, Buck. I promise.” Before he could say anything else Dr. Chen entered. “I knew I heard a familiar voice in here. How are you Y/n?” She gave the same response she told Bucky. “That’s good, hopefully now that you’re up, Bucky will leave and go take a shower for the first time in a week.” Dr. Chen laughed. Bucky’s eyes downcasted. “I’ll leave you guys to it. I’ll be back after your check-up,” He left the room swiftly, heading to take a shower. He was so relieved that she was up. He had never seen her eyes shine so bright.

Ever since Y/n woke up his and her relationship had taken a complete 180. They hung out all the time, had *platonic* reading dates, and watched all the movies that Bucky had yet to see. Everyone was shocked to see Bucky’s complete change in mood. It had been 3 months since Y/n fully recovered, and it was almost time for Tony’s annual Christmas pajama party. He had never seen Y/n more excited in his life. She loved Christmas. She explained that it was because she lost all of her family, and Bucky found out why all the clouds were there. There was also something else that he learned while being with her, that he was slowly falling in love with her. Steve tried many times to get him to tell her. But Bucky convinced himself that no one that bright could possibly like him back let alone love him. Little did he know she did.

He was waiting on the couch with Tony, Steve, Vision, Peter, Thor, Clint, Sam, and Pepper when he heard a series of giggles come rushing into the room. There was his Sunshine burning brighter than ever. Y/n was adorable in a bright yellow bear onesie which she somehow convinced everyone else to participate in. He ended up being a cloudy one which got some teasing from Sam, but he didn’t care because it got her to smile. Y/n plopped herself right next to Bucky where he had a cup of hot cocoa with extra marshmallows waiting for her. “Thanks, Buck!” She said with a kiss on his cheek. Over time it became a habit of her that Bucky couldn’t complain about. Tony stood up when everyone sat down. “Now that everyone is here, let the fun and festivities begin,” Tony said with a clap and everyone cheered. “Our first activity is a gingerbread building contest. Get into pairs and may the best team win,” Bucky and Y/n of course paired up, and they almost won the contest but Vision and Wanda cheated by using their powers.

They also did hide and seek which Y/n won, they decorated the tree, did some Christmas karaoke and now finally they were doing some drinking and talking well until Tony spoke up. “I have a game for us to play… 7 minutes in Heaven!” A few people groaned. “Tony isn’t that a bit childish,” Steve asked. Tony winked at him. “Yes it is but it’s also fun. So everyone writes their name on a piece of paper and then you’ll pick a name, and then heaven!” Tony exclaimed. Everyone sighed but did it anyways. Tony took two of his old helmets (one for boys and one for girls) and moved them around the room as they placed their papers in. Tony shook the helmets to mix the names. Everyone grabbed a name except Clint and Sam. Bucky’s widened in shock when he saw his person. Y/n, his sunshine. He looked at Y/n to see her reaction and there was a smile on her face. Disappointment crossed his mind, she liked someone else. Who could it be? Probably that Spiderkid. He thought. The first to go was Thor who picked Nat. They were both slightly disheveled after they left the room. Nat got Steve, Steve got Wanda, Wanda got Vision, Vision got Pepper who did absolutely nothing with a threat from Tony, Pepper got Tony, Tony got Carol Tony got threatened by Pepper, and Carol got Peter who was shaking and nervous before he entered.

Bucky and Y/n were the only ones to not get anything. “Since Peter also got Carol that means, Bucky and Y/n got each other,” Nat said excitedly. Everyone had a knowing grin on their face as Y/n pulled him up into the closet. Before Bucky could fully close the door, Steve mouthed ‘Tell her’. He shook his head. Some string lights were hanging around the room so each person could have some light. Tony yelled that he started the timer. “So,” They said at the same time after a moment of silence. They both laugh quietly. “You go first,” Bucky said. He could tell that she was nervous as she played with a loose string of her onesie. “Bucky, I-” Bucky began to worry. “We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to Sunshine.” She sighed finally looking him in the eyes. “Bucky it’s not that. I just have something to tell you.” Bucky nodded his head hope slightly filling him. “Bucky, I like you. And I have since I’ve shown up here, but you avoided me when I first got here, so I figured there was no way that you could possibly like me back, but then the whole me getting shot thing happened. And you actually started showing interest in me, but I thought it was just because I was hurt, no matter how much Nat, Wanda, and Peter tried to convince me. There’s no way someone as wonderful as you could like me. You’re literally perfect, Buck. I-” Her words fell flat when Bucky covered her lips with hers. He could feel her shock before she settled into the kiss. She pulled back slightly “I guess I was completely wrong huh?” she said teasingly, her lips now slightly bruised from the kiss. “You couldn’t have been more wrong Sunshine. I’m not the perfect one it’s you. I didn’t think you could ever love someone like me. I’ve literally killed people, Sunshine.” Bucky shook his head before she could protest. “Y/n I’m so sorry for how I treated you when you got here. I’ve never met someone who brought so much light before and I was scared. I like you too, Y/n and you’ll never have to doubt that ever again, Sunshine.” She grinned before kissing him again deeper and longer this time. After a while, they were interrupted by a knock. “Okay lovebirds, time to get out! We even gave you guys an extra minute” They pulled away quickly when they heard the door begin to open. A few whoops and cheers followed when they saw their warm faces. “So who made the first move?” Tony asked. Y/n hid in Bucky’s shoulder as a few people groaned. “Y/n/n, you were supposed to let the old man tell you first ‘cause he’s old fashioned,” Nat said with a groan sliding Tony, Steve, and Wanda $100. Sam and Clint doing the same. “You guys did not bet on us!” Y/n exclaimed. Tony shrugged, “What can I say? I believe in you, Y/n.” The group laughed as Y/n playfully shot water at them all. Bucky kissed her head.

The group turned on Home Alone after a while of teasing Bucky and Y/n and drinking spiked hot cocoa. Y/n was cuddled up on his side giggling as one of the bad guys got hit with an iron. He wasn’t watching the movie at all he was watching her. He kissed her forehead, snuggling closer to her. “My Sunshine”

Fin

Join the taglist here!

Taglist:

@https-a1

@faatxma

@stilesstilinskivoid

@meekmillsfrenchfries

@unlikelysportsllamakid

@whoopigol-barnes

@thecurlyhairedgoddess

@dianawritessometimes

@lovebyceleste

@daphnescorner

@quaksonhehe

@im-marypoppins-yall

@motheroffae

#x reader #marvel #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #reader #black!reader #superhero #spiderman x reader #sebastian stan x black reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x black!reader #superheroes #elemental

143 notes · View notes

cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

Text

His Savior

Summary: Do you have what it takes to save a wounded man's soul? Bucky Barnes sure seems to think so. And he doesn't much care if you're willing or not.

Warnings: Smut, DubCon, Cock Warming, Prisoner Reader, Kidnapping (referenced), Drugging (mentioned), Light Stockholm Syndrome, Manhandling, Cursing, Potential Future Stucky (if you squint), Minors DNI

A/N: This is a dark fic unrelated to anything I have previously written, so please heed the above warnings. Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Let me know what you think.

You’d been sitting like this for the better part of an hour.

“Please, sir…” You sob as your hands grip the table in front of you. “Can-can I please move?”

Having only recently returned from a mission, he’d sought you out the moment he’d arrived back at the hidden compound. And now you were perched on his lap, while his thick, hard cock remained nestled deep inside you. Keeping him warm.

“No.” Bucky growls before slicing off another piece of apple. Using his knife, he holds it to your lips. You shiver at the gleam of the blade when it catches a hint of sunlight, sending memories flooding back.

Reminding you of a time when you used to be free.

“Not hungry, moya dorogoy?” My darling. Your captor purrs as he traces the seam of your lips with the chunk of fruit, even as you shake your head no. “You need to eat. You’ve lost weight since I’ve last seen you.” You can't help the way your pulse thrums whenever he speaks to you in Russian.

Knowing that it will make him happy, you reluctantly accept his offering. You take your time as you chew, keenly aware that your every move is being watched.

Studied.

Committed to memory.

You were slowly learning that this man possessed a number of dark and twisted fantasies. All of which seemed to revolve around you. Starting with the one that had initially led him to abduct you in the first place.

Your eyes flutter closed as you recall the first time you’d seen him. It was almost as if you’d been drawn in by the beautifully broken man. The pain in his battle-hardened eyes, the hurt…it had called to you the day he had walked into your shop.

You’d wanted to help him, fix him.

At the time he'd been quiet, only concerned with making his purchase and leaving. And then he’d returned days later to steal you away in the middle of the night. Simply plucked you from your bed without uttering a single word. And then you'd awoken from a drugged sleep in a bedroom that you did not recognize.

Of course you’d put up a fight at first, holding out hope that someone - anyone - would come for you.

But you’d been wrong.

After all, he was Bucky Barnes, the newly reformed Winter Soldier. He was one of the so-called good guys now. A force for peace, a soldier for justice. And Captain America’s right-hand man.

You should’ve known better.

You should’ve known it was over when Sam Wilson, the one they called Falcon, had come to see you one day. His handsome face had been a mask of sympathy as he stood in your doorway, holding the keys to your gilded cage.

He’d actually apologized for all of it. For everything. Including his role in helping cover up your captor’s tracks, along with virtually erasing your entire existence.

But no, Sam wouldn’t help you. He couldn’t.

Not after he’d seen for himself just how your very presence had calmed the wounded veteran that he now called a friend.

He’d made it clear that you were here to stay. For good.

And what’s worse? Steve Rogers, Captain America, the leader of the Avengers, had signed off on all of it. Together, the three of them had vowed to never speak of the incident again. You belonged to the Winter Soldier now, to use as he wished.

And he would never let you go.

“Where do you go?” Your keeper rasps as his soft, warm lips glide their way up the column of your throat. “Where do you go when you leave me?”

“Home.” You grit out, which earns you a dark chuckle. "I go home."

A whimper escapes you when he finally gives in and moves his hips just a fraction. Just enough to send sparks of pleasure shooting through you. Bucky smiles against your skin as he feels your walls contract around him. Your weeping pussy threatening to make an even bigger mess on his thickly muscled thighs.

And you hate yourself for it.

“Your place is here, with me.” Bucky thrusts again, enjoying the sound of your soft, sweet cries. He loves watching the way your traitorous body betrays you. He lives for how pliable and willing you become when he takes you into his arms night after night. “I’m your home now.”

A quiet groan rumbles past his throat as your greedy core milks him, seemingly of its own volition. “There we go, moya khoroshaya devochka. My good girl.”

You shouldn’t fucking want this.

You bite down hard on your lip, determined not to let him see you cry. But it’s all quickly becoming too much.

“You taste so good.” Bucky laps at a stray tear that makes its way down your cheek. “Your submission, your acceptance. You were meant for me.” He grunts as he slowly increases his pace. “You feel how your body welcomes mine?” His cool metal fingers dip between your soaked folds, reveling in your wetness.

“No!” You hiss as you go limp, your head falling back to rest itself on his powerful shoulder. “I don-don’t want this!”

“You’re lying.” He growls, his mouth hovering just above your ear. “Even now your body betrays you. Look.” Bucky holds up two glistening digits. “I said look!” He commands again, his tone sharp.

“Mmphm!” You whine as he thrusts them into your mouth, nearly choking you. Meanwhile, his hips continue to piston in and out of you with ever growing force. So much so that you’re now bouncing on his lap.

The intimate sounds of your flesh colliding create a beautifully vulgar melody, filling the empty hall.

“That’s right, milaya devushka. Sweet girl.” His sharp teeth nip at your jaw as he masterfully owns your body. “Take me. Use me.”

He was giving you permission. Permission to use him the way he so often used you. For pleasure. For warmth. For comfort.

“Ah, fuck!” You mewl around him as you finally allow your primal self to take control. Driven by an indescribable need, you begin to move with him, your hips bucking and writhing as you give him what he wants.

One day, you knew, he would succeed in taking everything from you. He’d already managed to strip you of your free will and self-respect. What more was left?

“Yes! That’s it.” Bucky rasps, his voice deep and rough as your greedy cunt continues to work him up and down. “Fucking perfect.” He finally removes his fingers from your mouth so that he can wrap his vibranium arm around your waist. He lifts you then so that he can bend you over the table. His pulsating cock momentarily slips from your heat, the brief loss of contact leaving you feeling cold and bereft.

You ached for him. And you positively despised yourself for it.

A high-pitched cry, yours, fills the air as he viciously shoves into you once more. “Oh, God! Bucky!” You rise on your toes as he bottoms out inside of you, his impressive member stretching your sensitive tissues as he finds a brutal, unrelenting rhythm. He was almost always like this when he fucked you. Claimed you.

You knew you would continue to feel him long after he was through.

Bucky lets out a roar as continues making use of your body, the heavy weight of his balls slapping against your poor, overworked pussy. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, ensuring you would be left with bruises tomorrow.

His version of a brand.

Your desperate hands claw at the wood beneath you as the pleasure continues to build, the sheer power of it threatening to consume you. Because, although you were loath to admit it, you were beginning to crave his touch.

Deep down, there was a part of you that desired his dominion over you. You fought it, yes. And you would continue to fight. But one day soon, you knew. You just knew.

That this man, James “Bucky Barnes, would soon become the keeper of your very soul.

And there wasn’t a fucking thing you could do about it.

Sam watches his friend and teammate fuck you mercilessly from his place located just outside the door.

“This is wrong, Steve.” He whispers, unable to look away as Bucky tears at your blouse, exposing your breasts. “We should stop this, stop him.”

“You know it’s too late for that.” The other man replies, stroking a hand over his bearded jaw.

“It’s not.” The former military man growls back. “We can find another way to help him. We can -”

“We tried it your way, Sam. It didn’t work.” Steve responds, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “For whatever reason, she keeps him sane.”

“Steve.” He tries one more time, closing his eyes as the sound of your frenzied cries grow louder, echoing throughout the compound. “Please.”

“She stays. That’s an order, soldier.” He’d do anything for his best friend. Even if it meant damning his soul in the process.

Shaking his head, Steve turns on his booted heel and strides away. Only pausing to adjust his aching dick once he’s convinced he’s out of sight.

And maybe, just maybe, if you somehow managed to save Bucky…

Then perhaps you just might be his Savior too.

END

346 notes · View notes

violetwinterwidow01 · 4 months

Text

The perfect night- BuckyxCevyn

Yes, my virgin ass thought and wrote this shit at 5 a.m., and what about it?😏 feel free to reblog!!!

How I'm feeling right now:

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

The clock strikes midnight. The room is pitch black. The only light available is the soft but bright glow of the purple LED lights surrounding Cevyn's room and the lights of the city, dimly shining through the bay window above the bed. It's raining cats and dogs with thunder all around but adds a pleasant ambiance for tonight's activities.

Down below, Bucky and Cevyn make the nastiest, sweetest, yet heartbreakingly slow passionate love that'll make the devil blush.

Music plays at a low volume. She's on her 5th orgasm of the night. No words for now. Just the sounds of precious moans and squeals leaving her plump lips, like a broken record on repeat. It's the prettiest thing Buck has ever heard. It drove him more desperate than ever to keep hearing them. His pace grows faster little by little.

He angles his hips to the right, driving deeper to slowly hit her spot exquisitely. Nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck, making sure to keep his ear right beside her mouth. As tears brim her eyes and soft, high pitched wanton mewls of 'right there' and 'keep going' drip off her tongue to fill his ear, she uses her freshly manicured nails to scratch his back.

His metal hand absentmindedly creeps its way up her stomach, through the valley of her boobs to grace her neck with gentle hard pressure. His right hand lands on her belly, pressing down to feel how deep he has gone. She cries out in absolute pleasure, "Baby, you're in my stomach..." To which he replied, "I know, mama. I know."

He leans back down whispering 'Good girl' causing her to shiver and hold her breath. This lets him know number six is on approach. His hands land on the windows as he begins to pound faster, making her sob and scream at the top of her lungs:

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON'T STOP!!!"

At least the room is soundproof!

This was fun!!!

#bucky barnes x black reader #sebastian stan x black!reader #marvel smut #5a.m.drabbles #Spotify

25 notes · View notes

thornsnvultures · 2 years

Text

tickled pink ♡

Sebastian Stan x fem!Reader (RPF)

summary: lettin' seb hit in the pink fit (shhh I'm bad at summaries)

warnings: use of pet names (baby, baby girl), p in v sex, blow job, creampie, clit slapping, choking/breath play, toe sucking (cause I'm nasty don't come for me)

words: 1.3k

a/n: thanks to @fineanddandy for converting me to the dark side this is all your fault 🥴 inspired by my love/hate relationship with his all pink met gala look. still want him to ruin me, but i'm gonna complain about it the whole time. if you see any mistakes, no you didn't 😌 my first time writing rpf idk if I'm gonna do this again lol but it was fun! reblogs and comments are always greatly appreciated!

18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI. IF YOU INTERACT AND YOU DON’T HAVE YOUR AGE VISIBLE ON YOUR BLOG YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. 18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI.

Sebastian's throat rumbles with a groan under your tongue as you tease him and run your hand over the front of his shirt.

"I hate it."

"No you don't, baby."

You grip his short hair and press soft kisses to his pulse point.

"It's awful."

"You love me in pink. Reminds me of that little pink pussy."

"Shut the fuck up," you scoff, he just laughs.

"You watch too much porn."

"Why would I use my hands when I can wrap you around this dick whenever I want." Sebastian grinds you over his lap, moving you just like he would if he was deep in his favorite spot.

You throw your head back and laugh, "Pfft, yeah ok." Your skin shines in the late afternoon light streaming through the windows. The gold flaked body butter you rubbed all over before he got back to the hotel glimmers as you move over him. Sebastian runs his mouth and nose across your exposed chest; he can't get enough.

"Look so fuckin pretty for me baby. How'd I get so lucky?"

"Mmm, I'm sure you saw lots of pretty women tonight." You're baiting him and he knows it.

He leans back to smirk at you.

"But not as pretty as you, right? That's what you wanna hear, right, baby?"

"It's the truth," you shrug.

He smiles at you, biting his bottom lip as he runs his hands over the straps of the little number you put on just for him.Your nipples pebble against the sheer pink lace cups under his stare.

"You just gonna look or are you gonna touch me, daddy?"

He groans and reaches for you, pulls you down to his mouth by the back of your head and captures your lips in a searing kiss.

His hand moves lower so his fingers can feel you over the damp material covering your folds.

"Can't get this outfit dirty."

"I want to fucking ruin it."

"You will if you keep rubbing on me like this, baby. But, fuck, you feel so good, so wet for me. Take my pants off, I wanna feel that pussy."

You kiss him again before you climb off his lap. Kneeling before him. Throwing those damn pants across the room.

"You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me."

They're pink. His boxers are pink.

"I hate you."

"I know, baby."

You rip them off too and watch his leaking dick spring up and hit his abs with a wet slap. Grip his dick and take it into your mouth. His head falls back with a groan when your warm wet mouth takes him down slow all the way to the base.

"Fuck, baby, you take me so well.:

He barely fits but fuck if you're not gonna make it work. The slurping sounds of your mouth on him makes his legs shake. Barely holding it together as you work him with your hands, stroking what you can't reach with your mouth and pulling at his full sac.

"Stop, baby, fuck I need to be inside you."

He doesn't waste time with your panties, just pulls them to the side and slides you down inch by inch.

"God damn, daddy, you feel so good." He slams the last few inches in and you shout his name.

"That's it, baby, take all of it. So good." He grinds into you. "Show me how much you want it, baby." You grip his shoulders, nails digging into gaudy pink as you bounce on his dick. Your head lolls, eyes lidded. You can feel every veiny inch of him splitting you open, pushing so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Your ass slaps against his thighs as you take him faster. Wet squelch of your pussy driving him crazy. He finds your sopping wet clit and strums his fingers over it.

"Fucking soak me, baby. Cum on this dick. It's yours baby, take it." Your legs shake when you scream and do exactly what he asked.

"God so fucking tight. Little pussy squeezing me so fucking tight baby." Your head drops to his shoulder as he grinds your hips for you, moves your limp body over his dick.

"I need to fill you up, baby, need you leaking my spunk in those panties." His whispers by your ear make you shudder and clench around him. You swear you could come again from just his words. "You want me to fill you up?"

"Yes, daddy. Need it, need t'feel you."

"That's it, baby girl."

Before you know it he's picking you up and putting you under him on the bed. One leg thrown up over his shoulder, you only see now in a haze as he settles back into your warm cunt that your pink toes match his shirt.

"What's so funny, baby?" You didn't even realize you were laughing. He slaps your soaked clit and asks you again.

"My toes, the color," you gasp.

"These?" He raises an eyebrow and runs a hand up, up, up your leg in teasingly soft strokes. You nod your head and whine at his touch. Sebastian takes one toe in his mouth and you groan. He pulls his hips back, coming almost all the way out before slamming back in, pushing you up the silk sheets. Your hands find your breasts which shake as pounds you slow, rolling your fingers over your nipples. He doesn't break eye contact. Watching you writhe, eyes hooded as you whine.

"Daddy, please."

"Please what, baby?"

"I need it," you gasp. "Harder, daddy, please."

"So whiny, baby. Hold on."

You move your hands to his thick biceps when he drops his weight down on top of you. He's got your leg up on his shoulder stretching you out to fill you deeper. His eyes lock onto yours and he pounds into your relentlessly. Air shoots from your lungs as he pounds away at your slicked up pussy. His strong arms bracket your head.

"So fucking sexy, baby. Gonna fill you up till this little pussy can't hold any more."

One of his hands slides across your chest and sits where it's supposed to, right around your throat. He growls when your eyes flutter shut, forming a wide "o". You're lost in the feel of his fat cock nudging that one spot that makes you see stars, screaming his name over and over.

"Cum for me baby, give me one more. Want you to milk my cock. Come on." His hand leaves your throat to shove two of his thick fingers down your throat. Your pussy spazzes when you gag and let go for him; soak him and the fancy hotel sheets with more than just your sweat. He shouts your name when he empties his load into you, coating your walls with his spunk until it leaks out around his dick.

"Fuck." His weight drops on you with a groan. That stupid pink shirt is probably ruined by now but it's not like you give a fuck.

"Do you have to go to the after party?"

"You know I do." You can see how beat he is and you'd tell him to stay if you could, if he didn't have other promises he needed to keep.

"Did you see the other fit?" Your head turns toward the garment bag hanging by the closet. "The all black? Looked much nicer than this mess."

"Oh yeah?," he chuckles into your neck. His breath tickles but you're not ready for him to move yet.

"Yeah. Except for those glasses. Who are you, Tony Stark?"

He cackles and sits up between your thighs, pulling his softening dick out slowly and watching his mark on you spill.

"You better watch that mouth of yours, girlie." His fingers stuff the cum that's slipped out back into your stretched out hole. He watches you squirm from the gentle touches to your puffy pussy.

"Or what?"

He loves and hates when you get that look in your eyes. The one that means he's not getting out of this bed any time soon.

He growls and cradles your head in his large hands before kissing you slow. He pulls back and whispers, "Or I'll find something else to do with that pretty little mouth."

#sebastian stan rpf #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x plus size!reader #sebastian stan x black!reader #my fics

710 notes · View notes

geminixevans-stan · 2 years

Text

Sinful Compliments - 1

Sinful Compliments MasterList

Pairing: Steve Kemp x Chef!Female Reader

Words: 2k+

Summary: It’s always compliments to the chef…. But at what cost?

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of human parts, non-con cannibalism, explicit language. Future warnings in upcoming chapters.

A/N: If you don’t know already, I am married to Steve Kemp and we are living happily ever after lol. This fic is going to go dark. Heed the warnings before you read and scroll past it if this is not your thing. Happy reading! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

Saturdays were meant for relaxation or nights out with friends for the average person. To be able to go out or stay in after a grueling workweek to let off some steam. But not for you, not with the profession that you picked out for yourself.

All you knew since you were a small child was food. Nothing else in the world mattered like the different smells of food on a stove or in an oven. You could remember the earliest memory of your great-grandma teaching you how to crack an egg.

The ting of the hard exterior against the ceramic bowl was music to your ears and the viscous contrast of clear and bright yellow filling the bowl would be one of your favorite memories to date.

It was your introduction to the world of cooking as you knew it. From then on, you stayed in the kitchen, learning everything you knew from her and her daughter, your grandma as well.

There wasn’t anything that they wouldn’t teach you and you were thankful for every lesson all the way to culinary school. Even there, you soaked up every lesson like a sponge with your own little twist.

Sometimes, you would go against what you learned from the book and mix it with what you were taught from different generations.

It worked for you in your favor. Whoever had the privilege of teaching you, would always sing praises and how you made even the simplest of dishes your own.

There was no surprise that you graduated at the top of your class and awarded the honor to learn from the top chefs in France. From learning from your family to getting the recognition all the way across the world was something that stuck with you.

When the odds were against you, nothing could stop you from overcoming them.

Now as you stand in the renowned 5-star restaurant, Bon Goût, you were the highest-ranked chef, with your own crew under you.

Patrons from all over the world flocked to taste your food, most saying that every flavor melted against their taste buds like butter.

Some would say that your food was unlike any other, begging you for the secret of how you got every piece of food perfect.

To your response, if you told them, you would have to kill them… literally.

Sure food was your passion and there wasn’t anything else that you would rather be doing but, regular meat became… boring.

You never knew the word for the things you liked. Never even cared to look up if there was even a description. All you knew was that the world needed to experience just what set your entire soul on fire.

They didn’t have to know what they were eating, just that it tasted good. You were so good, that naming certain types of meat as their animal counterpart was easy.

Every night, you would wait outside, an earlier time before the restaurant opened to get special shipments from your best dealer, Rob.

He insisted on you calling him Freezy but you didn’t need to have his name circulating so close to where you worked.

He did the dirty work for you so that you didn’t have to. Perfectly cuts of the finest meat you ever laid your eyes on. You wondered if anyone else was in the same “business” as him.

All those thoughts went away as the hustle and bustle of the dinner crew started swarming in, filling every chair to capacity. You were so good, that reservations had to be booked months in advance.

It was a regular Saturday night at Bon Goût, you ran a tight ship in the kitchen. No one tripping over the other and every person stayed in their designated stations, handing off what they completed to the next chef to complete the signature dishes.

What began as a common night, turned hectic as the owner of the restaurant called in a last-minute request.

There was going to be a very important group being seated and they wanted everything on the menu. For most head chefs, they would have lost it. But for you? That was a challenge and you knew that it was doable.

With a curt nod to the owner, you assured him everything would be to the special guests' perfection. You were going to make sure of it personally.

The only announcement that you had to make to your crew was, “Get on your A-game. Don’t fuck this up”

Just like that, the crew and you worked like a well-oiled machine, producing the entire menu, and making sure to get your final approval before sending them out.

You could hear the clamoring of guests all the way from the kitchen, watching the cleaning crew sweep and wipe every surface, making sure it was tip-top perfection for closing time.

It was almost time to clock out when, a waitress by the name of Stephanie came in, her timid nature making its way over to you.

You gave her a raised brow as she finally looked at you. She was silent for a bit, playing with the top hem of her apron.

Unlike other chefs, you treated everyone nicely and you knew this scene was very intimidating to the young girl.

The corners of your lips rise slowly as you lean against one of the prep tables, “Something wrong Steph?” you ask hoping there wasn’t some prick that had to say anything about your cooking.

Stephanie looked up, the words tumbling from her mouth, “N-no ma’am… Just that Table 9 would like a word…”

“What for?” the question lingering on your tongue as you push away from the table, going over to the sink to wash your hands.

With a swiftness, Stephanie follows your steps, continuing to give you the run down, “They… well he wants to give his compliments.”

“He? I thought that table had a group?”

“Oh! They did, but the rest left. The guy didn’t want to leave until he saw you.”

What she told you wasn’t odd. You were always called out to soak up praises from different guests. But something felt off and you didn’t even know why.

There was time to overthink it and your own bed was calling you. You give Stephanie a curt nod, patting her shoulder before, sauntering out the door and making it over to the large table.

Just as she had said, there was only one man seated at the large mahogany table. The lights bounced off the shiny finish, illuminating his face as he took a final sip of the amber fluid in his glass.

From afar, you could tell that he was handsome. The closer you got, the more you could see the sharp edges of his jaw and the neatly shaped coif that his hair was in.

You had to give it to him, he could definitely dress. The navy turtleneck complimented the steel blues of his eyes and as you finally stood in front of his seated frame, you could see a hint of gray as well.

For anyone else, he would be intimidating. But you weren’t the least worried, not when he laid his eyes on you immediately smiling at your presence.

It wasn’t common that someone caught your eye, but he had your full attention and whatever he needed to say, you were all ears.

There weren’t many people left in the entire restaurant save for the bartender, cleaning up his station, and a sparse amount of the cleaning staff.

The space was fairly quiet and the more the mystery man had his eyes on you, the more you wanted to speak to get to whatever he had to say to you.

You clear your throat, giving the best grin you could give, “I heard someone wanted to give praises?” you waited. But all he gave you was a simple smirk.

He pushed back, the legs of the chair lightly scraping the floor as he stood up. His hand extended out to yours as you quickly grabbed a hold of it.

The minute your hands touched each other, the sudden sparks could be felt. Maybe not for him but the way he held your hand felt incredible.

“I want to give more than that,” he says, releasing your hand and motioning to an empty chair, “Please. Sit, I know you must be tired. Might I say you deserve all the rest in the world.”

You didn’t need to be told twice as you pulled out a chair and sat directly in front of him. He waited until you were fully seated before taking his seat, scooting back up to the edge of the table.

Silence stayed for a minute before he decided to speak first.

“It’s refreshing seeing a woman behind such great food. They get overlooked so much by men,” he starts off. You wanted to smirk yourself, but the humble being in you couldn’t even do it.

You stood silent, taking in his words. It wasn’t like this was your first time receiving compliments. Yet, the way the words rolled off his tongue, you were ready to listen to him say anything.

“I must say… The pâté was my favorite. It spread over my bread like the purest butter…” he groaned, pressing his lips to his fingertips, “Just… delicious.”

The act alone would have been innocent enough but you were slowly becoming enamored and he was only talking about your food.

No one had ever talked about your pâté in such a sensual way before.

You straighten up in your seat, purposely looking into his eyes, “Wanna know the secret Mr…” you didn’t even get his name

The man chuckles, nipping at the corner of his lip, “How rude of me chef. Forgot my manners. The name’s Steve Kemp and I’m your newest fan. Anything you give me, I’ll cherish it. So tell me… How do you make your pâté taste like pure sin?”

Steve’s eyes are locked on you now, waiting to take in everything that you had to say. It wasn’t invasive and just the right amount of comfortable.

You lean closer, getting level with him, “It’s in the wine. Most chefs just put any old wine but I source mine out. Pair that with just the right temperature and time and you have sinful pâté.”

Steve leans back raising his hands as he gives a slow clap, “I'm… blown away. Do you source the meat out too? Surely you can’t get that from any old butcher.”

He was damned right about that. Your meat was the freshest of fresh and you couldn’t tell him exactly where you got it.

You nod, leaning back in your chair, “Absolutely, the farm gives me fresh pork every week and I make sure to properly store the meat…”

Steve stays silent for a minute. His brows knitted in confusion before relaxing them, “I never got your name..”

Now your manners were lost. You quickly give your name and he repeats it twice letting it sit on his tongue.

“A gorgeous name that fits her craft. Just amazing…”

You preen on the inside, your outside demeanor the same as before, “Thank you, it was given to me by my great gran, rest her soul.”

Steve gave a small smile, “I’m sure she’s proud of you. It’s an honor to be in front of such talent..”

The lights were dimming one by one signaling the final close, “That she would Mr. Kemp. If you don’t want to be stuck here… it’s officially closing time. I’m glad you loved the pâté

You both stood up, shaking hands once more pulling away. Bidding each other a good night, he said your name to catch your attention.

Steve walked from around the table, his height a few inches over you. You gave him a questioning look, wondering what else he had to say.

He was close enough that you could smell his intoxicating cologne filling your nostrils and you could have stayed in his presence forever.

His body shifted as he lowered his lips to the shell of your ear..

“I know human pâté when I taste it…”

#steve kemp #steve kemp x you #steve kemp x y/n #steve kemp x reader #Steve kemp x black reader #Steve Kemp x woc!reader #Steve Kemp series #Steve kemp dark fic #steve kemp fanfiction #steve kemp fresh #steve kemp fic #fresh spoilers #fresh 2022 #fresh movie #fresh the movie #sebastian stan x woc!reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x black!reader

245 notes · View notes

black-fairy3 · 1 year

Text

just finished watching sharper (2023) and here are my notes i wrote down during the movie (spoilers ahead!!):

overall, it was a pretty good movie. I really liked the way they told the story backwards and slip it into different sections. kinda like a who-done-it, where we get to see everyone’s place in each part as the story went on. it was very aesthetically pleasing, the cinematography and the music A+ and the acting was great. i probably would watch it again just to see if i can catch anything suspect that i missed the first time around and to see sebastians fine ass but i feel like knowing the ending of this movie takes away from the excitement so idk.

I obviously wanted to watch this movie specifically for sebastian stan but i have to say the girl who played sandra (Briana Middleton) was the reason i kept watching honestly and best believe i WILL remember that name when i see it in the future.

#sharper 2023 #sharper spoilers #sebastian stan #briana middleton #justice smith #julianne moore #apple tv #apple tv movie #sebastian stan x black!reader

11 notes · View notes

bethsvrse · 4 months

Text

me, a writer, at 3am: WHAT? I CANT FIND THE SPECIFIC FANFIC THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND WITH A WHOLE PLOT AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS??? WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE??? DO THEY EXPECT ME TO WRITE THE STORY I THOUGHT UP OF???

7K notes · View notes

botnasty · 1 month

Text

The Missing Link

Pornstar!Bucky Barnes X Director!Reader

Words: 2.2k words

Warnings: Smut (Duh), lill past trauma, but sweet ass bucky.

Note: I am getting rid of some of my draft and this was part of it.

Main Masterlist

“Where is she? She was the one who begged to do a shoot with him!” It was almost chaos in the house you rented. Everyone was ready for today; the cameras were set up, Bucky Barnes, aka The White Wolf as the porn industry calls him, was in the back getting ready with his fluffer. Everything was set and ready, except for his co-star. She was the one who approached you in the first place, Bucky’s manager, to do this shoot with him. She had begged you for months to be able to do a video with him, and the moment it was supposed to happen, she disappeared.

“Did you contact her manager?” asked one of the cameramen. You almost wanted to roll your eyes. “Of course I did, John. What do you think I’ve been doing all this time? He says he can’t contact her either. She is completely AWOL.” Your hands were almost shaking. You couldn’t just ask everyone who came; unfortunately, they weren’t needed... And Bucky, you made him come out here on his day off. You couldn’t just tell him it was all for nothing.

“Think, think.” You said to yourself as you kept on pacing in the white hallway that led to the bedroom where the shooting was supposed to happen – hopefully. What did your own manager do when you were a pornstar? You sighed and leaned against the wall. He would have done nothing, since he was a sack of shit who literally stole money from you, which was the reason you left being a porn star to become a manager yourself.

Years ago, being a pornstar was some of the worst times of your life. The lack of respect and regulation in the industry made it hard for anyone to truly enjoy what they did. It was a world where exploitation lurked behind the glamor, where your worth was often measured by your ability to perform on camera rather than your humanity.

But now, times have changed. The industry has evolved, becoming more professional and respectful of its performers. Your own experiences in the past have shaped the way you approach your current role as a manager. You left behind the world of adult entertainment, partly because of the exploitation you faced, but also because of a manager who took advantage of you, stealing money and betraying your trust.

Despite the challenges you faced, you've found a way to navigate the industry with integrity. Your decision to step back into a role you thought you had left behind speaks to your dedication to ensuring the success of this shoot. You're willing to do what it takes to make sure everything goes smoothly, even if it means revisiting a past you'd rather forget.

“Boss, you okay?” You jumped back to see Bucky out of the room that was assigned to his dressing room. He had no shirt on, only a pair of jeans, which was how he was supposed to be in the scene. “Yeah, all is good, but I think you heard about the problem.”

“She still hasn’t shown up?” He tossed his hair back with his hand. “Well, this complicates things… Maybe I could do a solo shoot? It could be a solution,” he grinned, "because I do not think any random co-star will pop out of nowhere.”

You walked closer to him and looked up into his eyes. “You could, but there is also another solution, only if you are comfortable with it…”

It’s like he knew exactly what you were talking about because his eyes widened. “You would do that? But wasn’t your experience in the past something you told me you never would’ve wanted to do again?”

You looked at the time on your phone. “I know, but it would be necessary. We are on contract, and the agency wants a full video, not just a solo one.” You tried your best to keep your voice steady. You trusted Bucky; you knew him ever since he was an amateur in the porn industry, and you knew how he was with all his co-stars. He always tried to make them comfortable, get to know them a little so that when the camera rolled, everything went smoothly.

“You would trust me with that?” He scratched his pec and leaned closer to you as you nodded. “Okay, and I am comfortable doing that with you too, but if at any time, it gets too much, we stop, and I do not care what the agency says. It’s not our fault she didn’t show up.” His eyes went back and forth between yours. “Are we clear?” You wanted to laugh. You were the manager here; you were supposed to be the one comforting and all that, but here he was doing that to you.

“Yeah, big guy, I guess it’s time for me to go get ready. I'll tell everyone it’s almost ‘go’ time. And you,” you pointed at him, “Go back to your fluffer and get ready.” You said with a smile.

He smiled back. “Oh, I do not think I’ll need one for this shoot.”

After the decision is made for you to step in as Bucky's co-star, the atmosphere on set shifts. The initial tension and uncertainty give way to a focused determination to make the best of the situation. As you both prepare for the scene, there's a sense of mutual respect and understanding between you and Bucky, forged through years of working in the industry.

As the cameras start rolling, the room falls into a hushed anticipation, a quiet reverence for the performance about to unfold. You and Bucky stand facing each other, the air thick with tension and unspoken words. The set fades away, and it's just the two of you, locked in a moment that feels both intimate and exhilarating.

Bucky's touch is like fire against your skin, igniting a passion that burns brightly between you. His eyes are intense, filled with a hunger that mirrors your own. Your head is all over the place as to what is about to unfold. You can feel the heat of his body radiating against yours, heightening every sensation, every touch.

"You ready?" Bucky's voice is a low growl, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. His fingers start stroking the skin on your arms.

You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "More than ready."

He grins, “Well then, let’s start this.” He grabbed your head in his big hands and kissed you on the lips. Never in your life would you have ever thought of being on the receiving end of Bucky Barnes. You had always guiltily imagined it: being his co-star. Your arm traveled around his neck as your other hand explored his tone body. He was so firm at all the right places. You wanted to smirk when you heard him growl as you reached lower and lower.

Suddenly, before you could even reach his bulge, he let go of you. “Get on your knees, baby. Come on.” He let you slide down on your knee as he held to your hair. “Get in out for me.”

“I happily will.” You couldn’t help but say. You licked your lips when you saw a glimpse of the head poking out from the top of his boxer. He was so big, you were already salivating at the thought of having him in your mouth.

As you pulled down the boxers, his dick springs out, the tip so red it looked uncomfortable. You placed your hands on his thighs and let a drool of spit land on the tip. It’s so thick you couldn’t help but think. You wrapped your hand around the base and you heard his breath hitch. You looked up at him and saw his eyes were dark with desire. “Fuck my face, big guy.” Was the last thing you said before he took your head in his hands and pushed his dick deep inside your mouth, almost choking you. He must have realized his mistake because he asked you: “If it’s too much, tap my thigh twice.” You never did.

His dick was so heavy in your mouth, so hot. You had never liked sucking your co-star’s dick before, but his dick was now part of the exception. Hesitantly, he let out a low groan, shutting his eyes tightly as he gripped onto your hair even more tightly. His free hand went instinctively towards his chest- covering his heart that was now racing wildly.”Fucking hell, baby. You have such a wet mouth. It feels so good.”

His head fell back slightly, letting out a shaky exhale." Jesus fucking Christ." He muttered, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. A small smile appeared on his lips though as he opened them again.”Squeeze my balls, baby. Grab them in your hands.” As you did a loud groan left his mouth and he suddenly pulled out.

“I was about to cum, baby. Oh, fuck.” You smirked.

“Oh really? And here I thought the big bad wolf had more in him.” You taunted him. You saw a big smirk appear on his face. “Oh, you asked for it baby.” He grabbed you suddenly, a little gasp leaving your mouth, and threw you on the bed.

“Touch yourself. I want to see what you do when you think of my dick every night.” Slowly you brought your hands to your tits, your fingers twisting your nipples as you looked straight in his eyes. You saw him swallowed thickly, still staring at you with an unreadable expression. For a moment, it’s like he was simply watching you – taking in every detail of your appearance, committing it to memory.

With one last pinch you brought your hand to your clit, never in your life had you been this wet in a shoot. Always, before, the guy needed to use lube with you, but this time, you could feel some wetness dripping down your thighs and also down your ass. It had been such a long time since you’ve felt pleasure at all.

He got on top of you, hid dick in his hand. "I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby.” He said loud enough for the camera to pick it up, but in your ears he whispered: “You okay?" he asks, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

You smile, a mix of gratitude and admiration in your gaze. "I'm perfect. You're amazing."

He pecked your lips. “I’m gonna put it in…” He slapped his dick twice against your clip, making you jolt with a moan. The tip of his dick gently breached your opening and already you felt full. He was so big. You placed a hand on his lower back and bit on his neck as he went deeper. “OH, fuck. So fucking tight.”

Your hands grabbed whatever you could have he trusted deep inside of you. The wet sound of sex vibrating in the air, as he kept going. He growled. “I fucking love your pussy.” He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer as he went on his knees. “How come you hid this from me, huh?” You could feel all the ridges of his dick, how veiny it was and the tip always brushing your sweet spot inside in this position.

You grabbed one of his hands and tried to bring it to your clit. “Please, please, please.” Once he understood, he started rubbing your clit with his thumb as he forced his dic depper in you. Everything was too much.

You let out a moan and tossed your head back, your legs were shaking all over the place. “I can feel you tightening, baby. Are you gonna cum like a good slut on my dick? You are, aren't you.” You tried to nod, but to no avail. Your body was just completely shaking, before you let out a loud moan and you felt your pussy tighten around him. Somehow this was enough to make Bucky Barnes, the man you knew could last for hours, to cum in you. He groaned and moaned as he kept on doing little thrust in you, making all of his cum pooling inside of you just as he fell down on you. Both sweaty bodies against each other and heavy breath mingling.

The room seems to pulse with a shared energy, a connection between you and Bucky that transcends the physical. When the director finally calls "cut," there's a moment of stillness, as if everyone is caught in the spell you've woven.

"You were incredible," Bucky says, his voice filled with genuine admiration and he kissed your cheek. "I couldn't have asked for a better co-star. Maybe we should do this again sometime"

You smile, feeling a sense of pride wash over you, a sense of reborn. "You weren't so bad yourself.”

Thank you so much for reading! PLease do not hesitate to let me know what y'all think:)

294 notes · View notes

drewsandsebastianswife · 4 months

Text

There are literally so many amazing and incredible stories on here but these are some of my favorite ones out there. I am literally in love with all of these and the writers of these incredible stories.

Rafe Cameron:

•you’re losing me: https://www.tumblr.com/runningfrom2am/719053666095595520/youre-losing-me-rc - @runningfrom2am

•Favorite Girl: https://www.tumblr.com/hotchsstuff/716329959750352896/favorite-girl-rafe-cameron - @hotchsstuff

•Daddy’s Money: https://www.tumblr.com/simpforboys/711179785199599616/daddys-money - @simpforboys

•Let’s have a good time: https://www.tumblr.com/cosmicmunsonwrites/724489956660215808/reader-gets-super-drunk-with-the-pogues-so-they - @cosmicmunsonwrites

Drew Starkey:

•“Petah…the horse is here”: https://www.tumblr.com/r66dus/733919510365700096/heyyy-lovely-iw-as-wondering-if-you-could-write - @r66dus

•The Puppy Interview: https://www.tumblr.com/r66dus/710183321911574528/the-puppy-interview - @r66dus

•The “Outer Banks” Cast Reads Thirst tweets: https://www.tumblr.com/r66dus/710806681295159296/omg-the-new-interview-of-reading-thirst-tweets-you - @r66dus

•He’s just Ken but he does it so well: https://www.tumblr.com/r66dus/734553710688174080/could-u-pls-do-drew-x-femreader-where-she-gets - @r66dus

Bucky Barnes:

•A Friend of Yours (series): https://www.tumblr.com/duuhrayliegh/657377608473919488/a-friend-of-yours - @duuhrayliegh

•Personal Pillow: https://www.tumblr.com/mrsbarnesblog/732081137629921280/personal-pillow - @mrsbarnesblog

•My Everything: https://www.tumblr.com/mrsbarnesblog/732264733481304064/my-everything - @mrsbarnesblog

Regulus Black:

•Second Son (series): https://www.tumblr.com/cherryslyce/712258161504108544/second-son-navigation - @cherryslyce

•Grudges: https://www.tumblr.com/petitemistletoe/720060966287638528/grudges - @petitemistletoe

•Grudges (part2): https://www.tumblr.com/petitemistletoe/721600346887208960/grudges-part-ii - @petitemistletoe

•to the moon and back: https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/732308498806865920/to-the-moon-and-back - @lixzey

•Troublemakers: https://www.tumblr.com/mrsmikaelsxn/714984248955830272/troublemakers - @mrsmikaelsxn

• Monster Among Men: https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/731884519292076032/monster-among-men - @lixzey

•My Cat in Disguise: https://www.tumblr.com/unabashednightmarepizza/724659775882821632/%F0%9D%91%80%F0%9D%91%A6-%F0%9D%90%B6%F0%9D%91%8E%F0%9D%91%A1-%F0%9D%90%BC%F0%9D%91%9B-%F0%9D%90%B7%F0%9D%91%96%F0%9D%91%A0%F0%9D%91%94%F0%9D%91%A2%F0%9D%91%96%F0%9D%91%A0%F0%9D%91%92 - @unabashednightmarepizza

•What side are you on?: https://www.tumblr.com/lustsickforyou/714730201963266048/what-side-are-you-on-sirius-black-x-reader - @lustsickforyou

•A snake and his little bird: https://www.tumblr.com/robynlilyblack/691307004956917760/a-snake-and-his-little-bird - @robynlilyblack

Timothée Chalamet:

•Letters (series): https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/728997852322430976/letters-one-day-timoth%C3%A9e-receives-a-package-from - @lixzey

•forever yours.: https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/733344558600028160/forever-yours - @lixzey

•mine, forever mine: https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/733503682243706880/mine-forever-mine - @lixzey

Remus Lupin:

•seven minutes to forever: https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/735140166433488896/hey-maybe-you-could-write-remus-lupin-x-fem - @lixzey

•Jealous Remus: https://www.tumblr.com/xxhispieceofheavenxx/708728354571993088/can-i-pls-request-remus-being-jealous-and - @xxhispieceofheavenxx

•sour wolf: https://www.tumblr.com/shiftermia/728286378678484992/sour-wolf - @shiftermia

•when was the last time you slept?: https://www.tumblr.com/girasollake/726673918069473280/could-you-possibly-do-the-one-bed-trope-with - @girasollake

•You’re Losing Me (series): https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/718987676510978048/%F0%9D%98%A0%F0%9D%98%B0%F0%9D%98%B6%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%A6-%F0%9D%98%93%F0%9D%98%B0%F0%9D%98%B4%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%A8-%F0%9D%98%94%F0%9D%98%A6 - @astonishment

•At Arms Length: https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/729767772079407104/%F0%9D%98%88%F0%9D%98%B5-%F0%9D%98%88%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%AE%F0%9D%98%B4-%F0%9D%98%93%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%A8%F0%9D%98%B5%F0%9D%98%A9 - @astonishment

•professor, professor: https://www.tumblr.com/lixzey/732668122404978688/professor-professor - @lixzey

•”She’s My Wife”: https://www.tumblr.com/kquil/731747952363716608/remus-lupin-2359-shes-my-wife-sum-you - @kquil

I literally have to thank @astonishment for bringing me into the marauders fandom. I LOVE Harry Potter but Mal made me fall in love with James and Remus with her incredible writing!! I literally read all her works in less than a week🫢🫣😂

James Potter:

•Time Warp: https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/693982145556955136/%F0%9D%98%9B%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%AE%F0%9D%98%A6-%F0%9D%98%9E%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%B1 - @astonishment

•Why Did She Say Yes?: https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/697329877925380096/%F0%9D%96%B6%F0%9D%97%81%F0%9D%97%92-%F0%9D%96%A3%F0%9D%97%82%F0%9D%96%BD-%F0%9D%96%B2%F0%9D%97%81%F0%9D%96%BE-%F0%9D%96%B2%F0%9D%96%BA%F0%9D%97%92-%F0%9D%96%B8%F0%9D%96%BE%F0%9D%97%8C - @astonishment

•Darling, Dearest, Dead: https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/698958021732204544/%F0%9D%98%8B%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%AD%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%A8-%F0%9D%98%8B%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%B4%F0%9D%98%B5-%F0%9D%98%8B%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%A5 - @astonishment

•All Of The Benefits: https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/708662967233822720/%F0%9D%96%A0%F0%9D%97%85%F0%9D%97%85-%F0%9D%96%AE%F0%9D%96%BF-%F0%9D%96%B3%F0%9D%97%81%F0%9D%96%BE-%F0%9D%96%A1%F0%9D%96%BE%F0%9D%97%87%F0%9D%96%BE%F0%9D%96%BF%F0%9D%97%82%F0%9D%97%8D%F0%9D%97%8C - @astonishment

•If I Kiss You, I’m Sorry: https://www.tumblr.com/astonishment/711289099349311488/%F0%9D%96%A8%F0%9D%96%BF-%F0%9D%96%A8-%F0%9D%96%AA%F0%9D%97%82%F0%9D%97%8C%F0%9D%97%8C-%F0%9D%96%B8%F0%9D%97%88%F0%9D%97%8E-%F0%9D%96%A8%F0%9D%97%86-%F0%9D%96%B2%F0%9D%97%88%F0%9D%97%8B%F0%9D%97%8B%F0%9D%97%92 - @astonishment

•Game Night: https://www.tumblr.com/thewriterghost/733238745843826688/game-night - @thewriterghost

•Rivals: https://www.tumblr.com/mastermindmiko/730404983676321792/rivals - @mastermindmiko

(TASM) Peter Parker:

•Stacked Against You: https://www.tumblr.com/delicate-dorothea/721251792081518592/stacked-against-you - @delicate-dorothea

•The Last Time: https://www.tumblr.com/delicate-dorothea/725983375860645888/the-last-time - @delicate-dorothea

•How You Get the Girl: https://www.tumblr.com/californ1asnow/721891388315320320/how-you-get-the-girl - @californ1asnow

Coriolanus Snow: I promised myself I would not like Snow because of the first hunger games movies but @runningfrom2am ‘s leveling the playing field series made me break, it’s just SO GOOD

•leveling the playing field (series): https://www.tumblr.com/runningfrom2am/735903707790819329/take-me-to-the-lakes-where-all-the-poets-went-to - @runningfrom2am

•money, power, glory: https://www.tumblr.com/kitscutie/734552947740082176/omg-if-youre-still-wanting-requests-for-coryo - @kitscutie

•snow and roses: https://www.tumblr.com/kitscutie/734453621921611777/hi-i-saw-your-post-about-snow-omg-can-i-request - @kitscutie

•snow and roses (part2): https://www.tumblr.com/kitscutie/734607629043761152/snow-and-roses-part-ii-coriolanus-snow-x - @kitscutie

•cold nights (series): https://www.tumblr.com/runningfrom2am/737839190954409984/cold-nights-masterlist - @runningfrom2am

Charles Leclerc:

•HEARTBREAK ON TOUR: https://www.tumblr.com/twobluejeans/724169015147315200/welcome-to-the-masterlist-youre-just-in - @twobluejeans

#rafe cameron #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #bucky #sebastian stan #regulus black x reader #james potter #james potter x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barns x reader #regulus black #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter x reader

427 notes · View notes