m (she/her) ⟶ late twenties. leo. multifandom. bucky's baby. king steve's queen. sometimes a writer.
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fluff ⟶ ❤︎
angst ⟶ ☁︎
smut ⟶ ✦
james "bucky" barnes
you take care of bucky after a mission ✦
you get hurt and bucky patches you up ❤︎
bucky brings you flowers ❤︎
you come home and bucky is gone, again... ☁︎
when teasing bucky at a holiday party, you get more than you bargained for ✦
pairing | steddie x reader
warnings/tags | mdni (18+), noncon/dubcon (high sex), smoking weed, threesome, oral (f+m receiving), overstimulation, mocking, p in v, unprotected sex, pet names (angel, baby), no use of y/n
word count | 416 (can you really blame me)
a/n | posting twice in one day, yippeeee!! day twenty-two of january jumble scribbles by @societynsoelsscribbles, enjoy!!
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weed.
that was why you were in your current predicament—back arched as eddie lapped at your aching pussy, a taste of a second orgasm winding taut in your gut. meanwhile, steve held your head steady as he fucked into your throat, tears springing to your eyes as you choked on his cock.
the three of you were paired together to monitor significant happenings in this part of hawkins, per dustin's theory. spending the night at some random warehouse, staring at a compass, and listening for necessary information on your walkie-talkie and radio, wasn't your idea of an exciting friday night. but here you were.
at one point, eddie fished out a joint from his pocket, inviting you to join him. after some debate, you eventually gave in. steve, eddie, and you all took turns passing around the blunt until your throat was sore from coughing and your mind felt hazy.
maybe that's why, when eddie placed a reassuring hand on your thigh while steve patted your back to comfort you, your arousal surged sharply, like a rising tide. it wasn't long before you were sprawled out on the cement floor, cool concrete kissing your bare skin. eddie was eager to explore you, while steve hesitated at first. but when he heard your sweet sounds of pleasure, he couldn't resist anymore.
your second orgasm hit hard—a crashing wave that had you releasing a muffled mewl. yet, eddie didn't let up; his mouth hungrily sucked on your throbbing clit. shoving at his shoulder, you tried to push him off as your cunt wept from overstimulation. you attempted to mutter around steve's dick, but you only swallowed him deeper.
“what's the matter, angel?" steve mockingly asked, glancing down at eddie, whose face was still buried in your pussy. "i guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth."
eddie eased off your sensitive bud, letting out a dopey laugh against your thigh. "think she's tryna tell me to stop."
your body slumped, mouth going slack as steve withdrew his cock. eyelids fluttering closed, you could only hear the shifting of two bodies before you felt a warm palm on your hip as steve's tip teased your entrance. you whined, blinking up at eddie with a prayerful expression.
"shh, you're okay," eddie cooed, caressing your cheek. "you worried about that poor pussy, huh? is she overstimulated? don't worry, baby, harrington's got her."
and before you could even protest, steve slid right into your tight cunt.
pairing | boyfriend bucky x reader
warnings/tags | mdni (18+), smut, oral (f+m receiving), reader's ex calls, dom!bucky, possessive behavior, sex while on the phone, reader gets embarrassed, mocking, allusions to bucky being rough, pet name (sugar), no use of y/n
word count | 525 (i fear i will be yapping while on my deathbed)
a/n | sorry, i just love this trope so much...please forgive meeee!! title inspired by blondie. day twenty-two of january jumble scribbles by @societynsoelsscribbles, enjoy!!
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languid, long strokes of his tantalizing tongue up your center had you mewling, your back bowing at an angle you didn't realize it could bend. bucky's large palm covered your lower stomach, pushing down to mold you back into the couch. "stay still," he muttered against your weeping cunt.
"you're teasing," you whined, hands gripping the edge of the sofa with impatience.
"nah, 'm takin' my time. there's a difference," he insisted, head dipping lower to toy with your clenching hole.
you nearly protested, but your thoughts fled from your mind once the phone beside you rang, cutting through the room like shards of glass. trying to ignore it, you squeezed your eyes shut; it was too loud, too persistent.
grabbing it, you moved to mute it, but your gaze flicked to the caller id, eyes instinctively widening.
"what is it, sugar?" he asked, planting a light kiss on your throbbing clit.
"uh…nothing, just my…ex?" you stared at the screen like he might jump through it.
he hummed, amused, the corner of his lips lifting into a mischievous smirk. "answer it."
"are you-"
"you heard me, and put him on speaker," he said forcefully, tone like gravel.
in the midst of your pleasure-filled haze, you didn't have the energy to argue, so you obeyed. answering, you held it out in front of you. "daniel?"
the other end crackled before his voice filtered through. "hey, beautiful," he murmured smugly.
the growl bucky released was feral, but his mouth closed around your clit directly after, sucking violently.
"fuck—" you crooned before correcting yourself. "why the fuck are you calling me?"
bucky freed you from his eager mouth, whispering, "nice save."
"so hostile," daniel rasped. "i was just wondering if you wanted to…come over."
that seemed to be bucky's final straw, if he had any to begin with. he stood, yanking the phone from you. "she's busy."
as if that wasn't enough, he pulled you to the edge of the couch, your face in line with the hard outline of his cock. withdrawing his dick from the confines of his sweats, he tapped the reddened tip to your bottom lip. "open that pretty mouth f'me. show'em how busy you are," bucky instructed.
"fuck, i'm sorry, dude. had no idea," daniel scrambled.
"'s fine. stay on the line, we'll get back to ya in'a minute," he answered, sliding his cock between your parted lips. curling his fingers into your hair, he drew you down his length until you gagged on him. you gazed up at him with pleading eyes, embarrassment flooding your face. you attempted to mumble around him, spit sputtering out through the seam of your lips, but you only choked on him for a second time.
"oh, poor thing's tryna talk," bucky mocked. “guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with'a full mouth.”
the line went dead with a beep, only causing your boyfriend to chuckle darkly. "damn, i was hopin' to show'em whata real orgasm sounds like." he threw your phone to the other side of the couch, then cupped the back of your neck. "now, lemme fuck that pretty throat, sugar."
warnings: 18+ MDNI, teasing (surprise surprise), allusions to semi-public sex (wsqk bathroom, ofc), allusions to blowjobs, softdom!steve (i know, it surprised me too), petnames (baby, beautiful).
word count: 288 (wow.)
a/n: day 18 of the January Jumble Scribbles hosted by @societynsoelsscribbles !!!
do i think steve is a softdom? ...sometimes? i think hes a whiny bitchboy which is why i added that teenie part at the end. brother slips out a mommy every now and then, he twitches 100% and he also absolutely talks to himself to keep from coming too fast. thank you for coming to my ted talk <3
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In hindsight, teasing Steve never usually worked out in your favour (not that you minded).
A tough jab to his ribs, right where he’s particularly tender, whining under your breath while lifting boxes of records, only to cover it with a hum. By the time you brushed up against him, your behind sliding against the front of his jeans, he was already sporting a semi. And with how obvious his size was when soft, this was much worse.
Sitting on the edge of the WSQK bathroom sink, legs parted around Steve’s hips, using your best puppy-dog eyes to try and coax him to do something. But his gaze stays on your own, one palm rested against your cheek to thumb your lip away from your teeth, while his other squeezes your waist.
“Oh, I know you’re not using those eyes on me right now,” he says, only to be responded with a breathless whine. Easing closer, his breath skims your temples, mouth teasing your skin enough to dampen your panties more than they already are. “What do you think, baby? Should I go easy on you? Let you have it?”
It’s astonishing how drunk you get on him. No real penetration needed, just his voice and hands will do.
Nodding your head dumbly, you wrap your legs around him. But he scoffs, trailing his palms back to push your legs away.
He traps your thighs with large hands, “See, I don’t think so,” licking his lips with that dumb, handsome smirk, “on your knees, beautiful. Then i’ll think of a reward, hm?”
Either way, he’s easy to break. You know he’s going to be a whiny, eager mess by the time your tongue brushes his leaky, ruddy tip.