everything andrew garfield has ever said about spiderman is so hot. that he wouldnt like tony stark, that hes jewish and that feeds into his character, that he should be allowed 2 be bi and fuck this 3947589 dollar studio is they want me to retract that.... sexiest thing a man has ever done
↬ Summary: You knew it was coming but you didn’t know why. With a horrible weekend away ending early, you figured it was time for some answers. Even if it would hurt when it’s finally over.
↬ Warnings: Angst. Tons of angst. A break-up. Break-up smut. Unprotected sex. Very brief cheating mention. Mental health discussions. Please don’t read if that’s triggering in any way and take care of you first, darling. 18+ only.
↬ Word Count: 2477
↬ A/N: I’m back! And with a request from the sweetest and nicest human ever @buckysbarnes! I’m sooooo sorry this took so long babe, hope you enjoy the hurt and thank you for the song rec!! It’s one of my favorite songs now💛
The drive was quiet.
Not like the usual comforting quiet between two souls who have dated for the past few years. No, this was a stone cold silence. One that had thick tension swirling in the car, adding to the humidity from the incoming storm outside.
summary; Peter meets someone at a party, his polar opposite.
warnings; mentions of violence and alcohol abuse, mostly fluff, smoking/cigarettes, blood.
a/n; sorry I disappeared lol :)
You were standing on Tony's balcony, lipstick stained cigarette between your teeth. The moonlight glittered on your skin. Peter was entranced by you.
"Who's that?" He whispered to Steve, pointing at you.
"One of Tony's old recruits," he stated nonchalantly. "She doesn't work with us anymore, but she's always at these big parties. She always was at home under a spotlight," he chuckles.
Peter approached you as you shoved a cigarette butt into the ashtray. You smiled at him as he introduced himself.
"How do you know Mr. Stark?" He asked timidly.
"We used to work together," you answered.
Your voice was cool and smooth and confident. Peter hung off your every word. He was obsessed with you, entranced by you. You were everything he never imagined a person could be.
"Why don't you work together anymore?"
"I'm not his type," you said. Peter looked at you strangely and so you explained. "My methods were a little too... unsavoury for Mr. Stark."
There's a lingering darkness in your words and Peter can only imagine the violence and pain you had witness. Staring Staring gun barrels, sliced throats, bruised knuckles and black eyes. Blood stained tactic suits, damp concrete, stitches and gauze and blood soaked plasters.
"But none of that matters now," you brush off calmly.
"What do you mean?"
"Once you've ruined your reputation you can live quite freely."
Peter says nothing. You take a step closer to him. He swallows nervously. He can smell your perfume.
"What's your reputation?" You whisper.
"Uhm," he swallows, his mouth dry.
"Good boy? Teachers pet? Nerd? Genius?"
Peter nods slowly.
"Ruin it, darling. Then you can be whatever you want."
You walk away, Peter watches you go. You leave him only wanting more, and now he's desperate to ruin his reputation.
congrats on your 1.5k angel baby!! can i pretty please request johnny storm teaching reader how to ride a dirt bike/motorcycle? i love you !!!
johnny storm x gn!reader (fluff)
a/n: hi i love you so so much thank you for this request!!! kicking the celebration off w/ everybody's favorite flame boy 🔥
“babe, you’re gonna be fine.”
you shake your head. “nope. no.”
he looks to the ramp sitting several yards in front of you. there’s a sizable gap between the two ends, but the overall height barely reaches past his waist. “remember how much fun you were having?”
it took a while for you to familiarize yourself with mechanics, but soon after, you spent a good twenty minutes decorating the dirt bike track with your scribbly tire marks. johnny had flushed with pride as he watched you make tight turns and dive headfirst into the valleys and hills, fearless.
he had flushed with something else, when you had yanked off your helmet, flinging your arms around his neck, thrilled to the point of breathlessness. “i love this. i love you.”
he hadn’t said it back, because, well.
truthfully, he couldn’t even be certain that you knew—with your brain hyped on adrenaline—that those three words spilled from your pretty lips for the first time.
now, you attempt to calm yourself, the forceful breaths you’re pushing in and out of your lungs reminding him of darth vader. “c’mon, you got this."
“if i fall, what are you gonna do? fly over and catch me?” your fingers flex over the throttle. “send me to the hospital with second degree burns, more like it.”
“would you prefer that over a broken limb?” he jokes.
you wrestle the goggles off your face, tossing them away, but johnny catches them. “i can’t do it. this was fun, but—”
“baby, you know i'd never let anything happen to you.”
your brows furrow.
that confession sounds so sincere it’s nearly embarrassing. so he flicks at your plastic helmet, then focuses on stretching your goggles over it.
you stop him before he can conceal your eyes, which shine wide and beautiful. “is it ‘cause you love me?”
he sputters. “uh, well. i mean—” for a second, his throat catches. “sure.”
you laugh. “you’re so romantic, jonathan.”
“we’re literally on a dirt bike date," he says in defense. "this isn't my strong suit."
“i think i can do it.” you remove your helmet entirely, shaking some hair off your forehead. “but first, gimme a kiss for good luck.”
jesus christ, he’s whipped. but he does; anything for you.
summary || bucky and his wife are apparently sex maniacs, or at least that’s what they’re kids think
alternative universe || the barnes’ au
warnings || smut, minors DNI, degradation, teasing, daddy kink, car sex, unprotected sex
note || dedicated to my love @gwenavibra of course cause we’re hoes of a feather
You were in a mood. It had been weeks since the last time you and Bucky had been intimate. It wasn’t that you were growing apart but that life had been incredibly busy. Sam and Bucky had been on a mission for about two weeks. The week he had gotten back you had to help with the school’s fall festival to worry about.
With Grant being the class president and Rebecca being the star of the drama department, you had become quite the PTA mom. You had put so much work into the event, along with Sam’s wife, Lelia. Their daughter was sixteen, just a year older than Rebecca.
The night the festival arrived, Bucky had met you there at 6pm when it started. Becca and Grant hugged him tightly, kissing his cheeks before showing him around the festival.
“It’s good to have them back, isn’t it?”Lelia chuckled, watching how Sam and Samantha interacted at one of the game booths.
“I haven’t gotten any time with him, actually,”You sighed, watching as Bucky socialized with the suburban dads who seemed to glare at him when they realized he was your husband. It was no secret that you were hit with all the dads being an original avenger seemed to win all the points. It made them forget tug were a mutant.
“So, tonight’s the night, go get ‘em, the festival is done now enjoy it with your man,”She pushed your shoulder, making you roll your eyes.
She was right. You had come with a plan. Bucky hadn’t seen you yet, but when he laid his eyes on you he already knew the game you were playing.
You wore his favorite mini sundress, the one with the little skirt and tiny straps. It was red with little specks of white dogs covering it. You were sinful and precious in one perfect package.
Bucky bit down on his lip, not even saying goodbye in the conversation he was currently having. No, he had to have his hands on you.
You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck when he captured your body against his. His large hands circle your hips, beginning to inch his lips towards yours.
“Dear God, baby doll, you are trying to kill me, you’re gonna give me a heart attack wearing shit like this, fuck,”He whispered, making you blush creep on your warm skin.
Just as he’s about to mold his lips against yours, he felt a hand on his shoulder pulling him away.
“No,”Grant interrupted them with a frown,”Not here, dad. Can you keep your lovey dovey stuff for home? My friends are here, they already think mom is hot—“
“They do?”Bucky raised a brow, frowning at the idea of anyone sexualizing you.
“Not the point,”Grant complained, sighing out.”I don’t need my friends and teachers knowing my dad is a sex maniac.”
You snorted at that, hiding your face in his shoulder to muffle the laughter. It was just too funny. You wished you could take a picture of a moment because your husband’s face when he said that was just pure baffled.
“I am not a maniac,”Bucky said very slowly, narrowing his eyes at you,”If anyone is a maniac—“
“It’s you,”Grant answered, shaking his head,”Mom wouldn’t do anything like that. You are a bad influence.”
Okay, now you couldn’t hold together your fit of giggles,”Okay, you’re killing me, Gray, I’ll keep him in check, okay?”
“Where’s your sister?”Bucky asked curiously, noticing she had run off.
“I dunno, probably with Tommy again, you know he moved back? I heard he—“Grant stopped himself, glancing at Bucky.”Never mind.”
“Wait what?”
And then Grant was off.
“Don’t worry about it,”You patted his shoulder, looking up at Bucky with a little smirk.”I missed you.”
“Behave,”He warned, towering over you which only made you want him to make you behave.
“How can I behave when I have felt full in weeks?”You murmured, making Bucky grunt under his breath.
“You are so not playing fair, our children think I’m a horny teenager, and they think you are an angel that in corrupting. This has got to stop, baby doll,”Bucky breathed out, making you pout when he released you.
“But I want you to corrupt me,”You whispered, but before you can say anything else, someone had approached you both.
“The Barnes’, right?”
“That would be us,”You smiled innocently as if you weren’t just begging for your husband’s cock.
“Oh, Grant and Becca are godsends, your son is so precious, I’ve never met a more emotionally mature teenager in my life,”The woman told you, and you didn’t make any comment about how he was empath. Of course he had more emotional intelligence than anyone else, he could feel it all.
“We try,”You chuckled, leaning your back against Bucky’s chest. You pressed your hips just slightly against him, making him clear his throat.
“James, why don’t you join us and the other dads by the games, the boys have been dying to see the super soldier in action,”The man, Greg, suggested,”Think you can hit those small targets.”
Bucky laughed,”Oh, I think my military experience might finally come in handy,”He joked, kissing your cheek before joining the other fathers reluctantly.
You socialized for a little bit, joking with other parents and making sure your kids were having a good time. But soon, enough was enough.
You wanted your husband, and you knew the night was drawing to a close soon.
“Hey, Mom,”Grant breathed out, jogging up to you,”Is it okay if I stay with Harry tonight? I figured Becks is staying with Sammy tonight anyway, you can pick me up when you pick her up tomorrow, Harry doesn’t live too far away—“
“Yes!”You grinned, making Grant tilt his head slightly.”Sorry, I’m just exhausted, Gray. Yes, you can stay and just, take my car for the night, okay? I’ll drive back with your dad, but you are in charge of getting your sister in the morning.”
“Got it, thank you, mom,”Grant kissed your cheek, going to say goodbye Bucky next.
With the kids out of the house, you knew you could acted up all you wanted. A small smirk graced your lips, finding your way to the bathroom to slip off your soaking panties. You couldn’t help the ruined fabric, seeing Bucky show off his strength and skills to the other dads was so hot. You were just dripping for him.
You approached the men, slipping into Bucky’s arms with ease. You just barely pulled him to the side, grabbing him by the shirt to anchor him down to your height. You slide the wet fabric into his hands and it immediately made his mind goes blank.
You just barely graze your lips over his lobe, gently nipping at him before uttering those magic words,”I want you, daddy.”
“Holy fuck,”Bucky grunted, quickly shoving your panties in his pocket with a very dark gaze and pulling you away from the public eye. He had started you towards the parking lot.”You’re being a little brat today, you that needy, baby doll?”
“Yes,” You gasped out, wetness looking between your thighs when his voice dropped an octave.
His lips were on you, kissing the air from your lungs while lust consumed you. Bucky had a way of consuming you, his emotions and warm flooding through you. It only made you want him more. You craved how your auras mixed together. You needed it.
“You’ve got everyone thinking I’m the needy one, that I’m insatiable, but they don’t know much of whore you are for me, how addicted you are for my cock. Would ride me every morning if you could, isn’t that right?”
You whined just as Bucky caged you in to the metal of his car. The metal was cold against your open back, making you shiver.”Can’t help it, you’ve been gone so long...”
“Such a fucking tease, this tiny little dress and that innocent smile, you want me to fuck right here, hm? In the back of my new car?”
You had noticed the sleep Chevrolet Suburban Bucky had brought this time, a gift from the government for his service on one of his latest mission. You personally loved the car, enjoying the big space and the tinted windows.
“I’ll do anything if it means you’ll fuck me, James,”You paw at his shirt, smirking down at you. “Come on, daddy, you know you wanna...”
Bucky gave in easily, opening the backseat door to lay the seats all completely down into a flat surface.. He pushed in the back. With the seats all down, you had plenty of the room to get on your hands and knees. He slammed the door shut, locking the car before he dipped his hands between your thighs.
“Fuck, baby doll, you are absolutely soaking,”Bucky groaned out,”You know how fucking hot you are, how all the dads thirst over you. They glare at me, knowing I’m the only one who gets this sweet cunt.”
You pushed your ass against his hand, whimpering at the feeling of his cold digits hooking inside of you.
“Give it to me, Buck, please,”You gasped out, fingers clawing at the seats under you. His hands bunched your dress up, scrunching it over your back to reveal your perky ass.
“Such a pretty pussy, all ready for daddy to destroy, did she miss me? Three weeks and you just can’t contain yourself.”
“Stuff me full of your cock,”You arched your back, wiggling your ass while Bucky unzipped his jeans. You felt his thick cock against your ass, pre-cum dripping onto your smooth skin. He thirsted his cock between your cheeks before licking his lips.
“Shush, baby doll, I’ve got you,”He held your hips still, slowly pushing his large cock into the tight heat. Your walls squeezed around him snuggly, gripping him like your life depended on it.”Such a little brat, all you needed was my cock, huh? Fuck, pretty girl, you’re so fucking tight, so good to me.”
He’s so big, stretching your little cunt around his girth in the most obscene way. Bucky started out slowly, drinking up the whimpers that emitted from your throat.
“Fuck, James,”You moaned, pushing your ass back against him. Bucky can’t help but groan at the sight of you fucking yourself on his cock.
“So fucking needy, just gotta have my cock stretching this tiny pussy, she craves to be full, doesn’t she? Fuck, I’m going ruin you tonight, ‘m fuck you till you can’t think, how does that sound. You wanna be my dumb baby? Want me to fuck you stupid?”
His metal hand curved around your body, two vibranium fingers rubbing against your neglected cloth which throbbed under his touch.
Bucky grunted, fucking into you fast and hard. The car rocked with his strength, and he hoped no one noticed how he was giving you the fuck of your life. He didn’t need anyone to see how needy his wife was for his cock. That was for him and him only.
He heaved air out when your body trembled under him. Shockwaves rolled through you, your voice cracking when you screamed his name. Bucky whimpered out your name, spilling his hot, thick seed into your pulsing cunt. He had a tight grip on your hips as his hips sputtered. He threw his head back, pulling out and digging the panties out of his pocket.
Bucky helped you slip back into them, not wanting you to leak on the seat when you climbed up into the passenger seat.
“I needed that,”You whispered, reaching over the middle console to kiss Bucky gently. You felt so at home with his warm aura surrounding you, claiming you in a way that only you could feel.
“This night is far from over, baby doll, daddy’s just beginning.”
"Hi," you said, your head resting against his naked chest. Your fingers played with his curls, pushing the tendrils of his hair out of his eyes as he stirred underneath you, a soft smile spreading across his face as his eyes fluttered open.
"Hey," he muttered, his raspy voice caused a shiver to shoot up your spine. You simply giggled, leaning up to press a kiss on his cheek as his smile widened. "Uou look beautiful, y/n/n."
"Buttering me up for round two?" You teased as you pushed yourself up, buttoning the top buttons of the flannel shirt you borrowed from him last night after you were done doing...each other.
He hummed in response, propping himself up on his elbows, stretching out his legs as his arm reached for you, "is it working?" He asked, his fingers brushing against your cheek, pulling you closer.
"You're being too forward considering what happened last night." You giggled, pushing his hands away from you as you sat up completely. A blush coated his cheeks as he coughed, looking away.
"Shut up." he pouted, jutting out his bottom lip. he looked like a kicked puppy and your heart melted at the sight. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling his face to your chest as your nails scratched his scalp lightly.
"You're so cute." You mumbled, pulling his face up to press soft kisses on his rosy cheeks. His blush only deepened as he pulled away from you gently.
You two have been skirting around your feelings for each other for a while. You've been friends for a year now, best friends actually. He always came to your dorm at night, telling you stories about his adventures as spider-man. You always fell asleep to his voice.
A few nights ago, he kissed you when you were studying for finals in the library. It was late, you were stressed and sleep deprived. and he ended up kissing you instead of explaining the chemical reactions you were supposed to study for your chemistry final.
You barely got to see each other during the finals, the kiss was never brought up. Until yesterday, he called you up, asking you to come over to the compound. He was alone, thankfully. You both finally got to talking, one thing led to another and you were wrapped up in peter's arms, laying on his bed.
"You're cuter." he whispered, kissing your nose as you giggled, pushing him away from you gently.
"I have to brush my teeth, you idiot." You laughed as he whined, grasping your arms.
"I don't care, c'mon–"
"You have to brush your teeth too, Pete." You said, giving him a pointed look. his smile faltered, an annoyed huff escaping his lips.
"You're so annoying." He let out a puff of air, pushing himself up, slipping off the bed. He was just wearing a pair of boxers. Your lips parted as your eyes flickered down to the marks on his lower stomach and hip bone.
"Well," you crawled over to the edge of the bed, standing on your knees to wrap your arms around his neck, "if you hurry up and brush your teeth, I might give you a little treat, baby boy."
He blushed under your gaze, nervousness coating his features. He pulled away from you, shyly glancing at you with a hesitant smile. "I'll be done in a minute."
You giggled as he shut the bathroom door behind himself. You flopped down on the bed, stretching out your legs. your thighs were barely covered by his shirt. You rolled over, glancing down at the floor to search for where you threw your clothes last night.
"Peter–" you jolted upright, scrambling to pull the blankets over yourself as the door was pushed open. Tony–Tony fucking Stark, poked his head inside, his eyes growing wide as he took in the sight.
He stepped back, the door now wide open. He glanced at the door then back at you, his eyes wandering around the room. His brows knitted in confusion as he let out a sigh.
"I'm sorry," he started, "is this peter's room?"
You nodded your head, the blanket clutched to your chest. "Y-yeah, it's so nice to finally meet you, sir. Peter talks a lot about you."
He nodded, a frown settling on his face as he adjusted his glasses. He motioned towards you as he leaned against the door frame, "and you are...?"
"Y/n," you quickly replied, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as his eyes widened in realisation. He knew you. heat rushed to your cheeks at the thought of peter talking about you to his family. "Peter's..."
Peter's what?
"...friend."
"This doesn't exactly look like a friend situation," he pointed out, "more like a friend's with benefits situation–wait, I shouldn't pry. I'm sorry. That kid would bug me about irritating you to no end."
"Right." You offered him a tight lipped smile. "Peter and I are friends for now. I mean–its not complicated or anything. We just haven't talke–"
"I'm done, baby." Peter called out as the bathroom door swung open, his thumb hooked in the waistband of his boxers as he eyed you with a smirk. "Get ready for round two–what the actual fuck?!"
He yelped, his eyes growing wide as he spotted tony standing at the door with an uncomfortable smile on his face. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"You didn't tell me you were sexually active, kid." Tony said, glancing at you as you hid your face behind your hands. "You know, we were supposed to talk about this stuff. Do you think we need to have the talk again–?"
"Tony–" Peter glanced at you, embarrassed. he turned to Tony, puling the other side of the blanket to cover himself, "oh my god, can we not do this right now?"
"At least tell me you were safe." He said, taking a step back, "you know, I told you not to do anything I would do. And this is exactly what I would do. This playboy life doesn't last long, kid. And even if you are going to sleep around, make sure you're safe. I am too young to become a grandpa–"
"She's my girlfriend, Mr. Stark!" He said, his fingers gripping the blanket as you both glanced at him with surprise.
"Wait, we never talked about it, though." You said, turning to him, letting the blanket fall and pool around your waist.
"I mean," he inhaled sharply, "I just thought–we slept together so I just assumed you would want us to be together–"
"But–"
"I'm sorry, did I read this wrong?" Peter looked hurt. "You said you liked me so I just, I am sorry. was this just a one time thing then?"
"I feel like I am intruding." Tony piped in.
"No, no–" you reached for his hands, ignoring tony's words, "I do want us to be together. but you never asked me to be your–nevermind. I'll do it. Peter Parker, will you be my boyfriend?"
He nodded, his heart oozing with love for you, his eyes full of adoration. "God, you're perfect." He mumbled, pulling you in. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips, his arms looping around your waist as you giggled.
"Okay, I love that you have a girlfriend now. but I would appreciate if you would stop making out in front of me." Tony quipped and peter let out an annoyed huff.
"Mr. Stark!"
"She seems like a lovely girl, peter." Tony said, as he backed away, "I would love for you to have dinner with us sometime. Pepper and Morgan would love to meet you."
"Of course," you offered him a polite smile.
"And no sex when I'm home." He gave you both a stern look. "so no round two or whatever you both were planning–"
i am formally requesting a drabble consisting of the prompts “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?” and “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.” with either mcu!beefy!bucky or biker!beefy!bucky or dbf!beefy!bucky
idk why i made that sound so serious… anyways no rush or pressure <3
also ↴
Soccer mom phone hold i just- 😃 thank you for the very formal request bby 😘
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Here's some good ole dbf!beefy!bucky fluff
You were sprawled out on Bucky's bed, waiting for him to be done with locking the front door as you looked at the painted ceiling.
His large frame blocked the light from the hallway, a soft chuckle filling the quiet air. "Comfy?" Bucky said, an amused smile on his face. "Very. Your bed is unbelievably comfortable." You sighed contently, feeling the bed dip under his weight.
"Gonna have to get a bigger one, you're a bed hog." He teased, laying himself between your legs with his head laying on your chest. "Squishin' me, Buck." You huffed, lacing your fingers in his hair.
"You took all the pillows so I'm using you as one. You'll get use to the weight." He hummed, hands running up the sides of your shirt, warm and cold contrasting each other.
He suddenly lifted his head, smirking at your choice of clothing. "Is that my shirt?" He grinned, nosing your collarbone. His stubble scrapping a small piece of exposed skin.
You tugged his hair to have him look up at you. "You mean our shirt?" You said with raised eyebrows. "Our shirt, huh?" Bucky mused, nipping at your bottom lip.
He lifted himself enough to catch your lips in his for a slow, deep kiss, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away. "I have to go to a meeting with your dad early tomorrow, but I wouldn't mind coming home to you still being in my bed."
Wrapping your arms loosely around his neck, you inhaled a deep breath and nodded your head. "I think that can be arranged."
summary || you and your family go camping, bucky tags along.
word count || 958 words [headcanon format]
warnings || significant age gap [reader is mid-20′s & bucky is late 30′s], pining, lots of teasing, unprotected sex, pet-names [kid & peach], cocky!bucky, dirty talk, bucky finishes on reader’s chest — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI
notes || this was really quick but i hope you guys enjoy! i miss writing headcanons!!
Roommate!Bucky putting your stuff just slightly out of your reach so whenever you want something you have to get up on tiptoe to reach for it. You could climb on the counter but where’s the fun in that?
Love youuuuuuu ♥️💋🥰
This sounds sooo damn cute though 🥺
Some fluff under the cut
"Bucky!" You called out with an aggravated sigh, stretching up to feel the top of the fridge the best you could. "Bu-"
You were cut short when you turned to see him standing in the doorway, snickering to himself. "Get it." You snapped, pointing to the fridge.
He chuckled at the stern look on your face, shaking his head lightly. "Ask nicely and I might." He taunted with raised eyebrows. "Bucky, please get the salt shaker off of the fridge." You said, sarcasm lacing each word.
Bucky took the few steps to the fridge, easily reaching the salt shaker that was pushed all of the way to the wall. "I'm gonna stop cooking for you if you keep doing this." You huffed, poking his side.
Watching you struggle to reach things was one of Bucky's favorite pass-times. Mugs on the top shelf of the cabinet so he could reach over you, your keys and other random items on the top of the fridge so you'd huff and grumble under your breath at him.
"So, you're gonna starve me because you can't reach something? That's rude." He laughed, jutting his bottom lip out. "You won't starve. You know how to cook, but you wont."
Hi! I love literally everything you write. What about roommate bucky and angsty “no. the moment you saw me as a bet was the moment you fucked up.”
You have no idea how much it means to me and warms my heart to hear that 🥺🥺
Light smut, angsty, and cursing below cut. Minors DNI, 18+ ONLY
Bucky's sweat slicked body rocked against yours, breaths and moans mixing together as his lips brushed yours with each long, slow thrust that sent sparks of pleasure through the both of you.
Your hands cradled his scratchy jaw, looking into his hooded blue eyes. "I think I love you, Buck." You whispered, his movement nearly stopping before he locked your bottom lip between his.
You weren't sure if it was your brain talking or the three rounds of euphoria Bucky brought on with his insatiable need to feel you. A need he didn't think he'd have when all of this first started.
When he made the hundred dollar bet with his friend Tony a weeks ago. Having let it slip how gorgeous his roommate was, and Tony betting him that he couldn't get you to fall in love with him.
He moved his head to nose at your jaw, returning to the pace from before. "Love you, sugar." He muttered against your skin.
Bucky cringed slightly at the thought of you finding out. It was a stupid, drunk bet that shouldn't have been made. Not with you.
He grew to love the way you scent would linger in his sheets, the spot next to him still warm instead of cold like when you'd sleep in your own room; the sleepy kisses he'd get every morning, and the tender, loving touches to his sleek left arm.
A pounding fist against the front door made Bucky's pleasure wracked form relax a bit, so close to sending you over the edge and finding his own release. "Fuck..." He sighed, lifting himself away from you and grabbing his sweatpants.
Opening the door, Tony stood on the other side, a grin plastered on his face. "I was kinda busy, what do you want? And how do you know where I live?" Bucky sighed, stepping to the side to let him in. "Woah, hide that a little better." Tony chuckled, gesturing to the straining fabric. "I've come to collect."
Bucky's eyebrows knitted together, shaking his head. "No, no. That's off, I told you I was calling it off." He pointed as Tony sat on the couch. "Why? Because you don't want to pay up, or because you don't want to admit that you couldn't do it?" He retorted. "It was a stupid idea to begin with, I should've never made the bet over her."
"The what?"
Bucky's head snapped over to where you stood in the doorway to the living room from the hall, body covered by his boxers and t-shirt that had been discarded on your floor. "Nothing, sweets." Bucky swallowed, heart twisting in his chest. "No, James. What bet?" You snapped, stepping closer to him.
"Oh, no." Tony said quietly. "It was dumb, okay? It doesn't mean-" You turned to go back down the hallway, Bucky stopping midsentence to follow behind you. "Shit- Babydoll, please just listen. It was a mistake. I used it as an excuse-"
He took a few steps back when you spun around, tears welling your eyes. "An excuse?! You used a bet as an excuse to have sex with me?!" You said through gritted teeth. "This wasn't how it was suppose to go! I called the bet off a week in!"
"A week?" You scoffed, slinging the door of your room open.
Bucky watched as you shed his clothes and pulled your own on, sputtering out apologizes and pleas for you not to leave as you jammed some of your stuff into a bag.
"Please, don't leave. I fucking love you. I should've called it off the next day, I'm sorry. I fucked up." Bucky begged, tears stinging at his eyes, his feet working on autopilot to follow you around the room. "No. The moment you saw me as a bet was the moment you fucked up." You spat, dodging his hands each time he'd reach out for you.
You blood boiled and heart ached, you thought it was real. The adoring way he'd look at you, sweet words he'd spill into your ear at random times. But, it wasn't.
"I don't see you like that, I meant every thing I've said to you. Please, baby." He wrapped his arms around you and pulled your tense body to him. "Dont leave. Please, don't leave." He said, voice shaky at the thought of the one thing that made him feel whole walking out of his front door.
You just stood there, frozen by being torn between staying to hear what he had to say, and leaving for a while.
Pulling away, you shook your head. "I'm going to stay with Nat for a few days." You mumbled, leaving into the hallway. Bucky felt a little bit of relief, a few days meant you'd come back, and going to Natasha's meant he could have her talk to you.
"Can I please- just one more kiss?" Bucky nearly whimpered when you shook your head, jerking the front door open and slamming it behind you.
Summary: Johnny’s not used to not being the one in control.
Warnings: Sub vibes from Johnny, handjob, hint of thigh riding, little bit of edging, f masturbation, teasing, use of wrist restraints, brief nipple play, really just some good old PWP, 18+
Word count: ~1,100
a/n: First time writing for Johnny hehehe hoping it's okay!! Thanks in advance for reading <3 And thanks to @chrissquares for suggesting Johnny's nickname in this hehe
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“Mm, what are you doin’, baby?” His words are mumbled against your lips as he feels you rolling you guys over so you're on top of him. Your clothes are already half off, but the drinks you had at dinner have given you an unexpected, sudden boost of confidence.
“Nothing,” you hum, sitting up to pull your shirt off, giving him time to take his off too.
“You gonna take care of me tonight?”
“Something like that,” you smirk, glancing down at him before leaning back down to press your lips against his.
This isn't usually your speed. You like to let him have the control, especially after a night of his notorious teasing. He likes it – likes watching you get flustered and knowing you won't do anything about it but let him make it up to you once you're alone. But tonight is different. You're determined to give him a taste of his own medicine for once.
Unstraddling him for a moment, you help him out of his pants before flinging your leg back over his torso. His hands roam your back until you pull away slightly, continuing to press kisses along his jaw and down his neck.
He sighs feeling your warm lips against him, your teeth grazing against his sensitive skin, and his hands come to your sides, squeezing gently. You're not even thinking about yourself until one of his hands slips between your bodies, fingers teasing against your clit over your panties.
“Johnny,” you gasp, but it turns into a chuckle as you lift your head up. “We’re gonna have to do something with those hands of yours.”
A look of confusion quickly turns into a look of dread on his face when you crawl off of him and toward the table on his side of the bed to dig the silk restraints out of the drawer, the ones he usually uses on you.
“Wait, sweetheart–” He looks at you pleadingly as you get back on top of him. “That’s not fair. You expect me not to touch my girl?”
“That’s exactly what I expect,” you whisper, grabbing both of his wrists and pulling them together to bound them with the soft piece of fabric.
When he tries to pull them apart, it’s no use. “When did you learn how to do that?”
“I've been taking notes,” you shrug innocently, pushing his hands above his head and against the pillows. “Now leave them there.”
All you get is a whine from him as you push off your knees and place your hands on either side of his shoulders.
“Ah, ah,” you tut, leaning down to kiss him. “Stop the whining, flame boy. Or you’ll regret it.”
With that warning, you begin making your way down his body – starting at his lips, you press kisses along his jaw and neck again, moving onto his collar bones, his pecs. Your hand rests on his cock, fingers ever so lightly stroking along his length.
You're enjoying the soft sighs and the occasional moans you're eliciting from him, until he decides to whine again. “Shit, sweetheart please–”
Wordlessly, you lift your head and remove your hand from him, moving back up so you're face to face with him. “Each time you whine, I have to start back here,” you purr, kissing his lips again, and you swallow the groan he lets out. “I told you you'd regret it.”
You make it to his chest again without a whimper from him this time. You've moved so you're straddling his thigh now, lazily grinding against him, and he can feel how worked up you're getting.
You let your tongue trace down the center of his chest, and hear his breath hitch in response. He knows it's your smirk he's feeling against his skin, and lets out a shaky breath, trying his hardest to compose himself.
“Ah, baby, baby–” he gasps, practically whimpering when your tongue circles and flicks at one of his nipples. “Oh, Jesus–”
“Johnny,” you sigh, faux disappointment lacing your voice. Lifting your head once again, he knows what has to happen.
Third time’s a charm though, you making it to his pelvis, now holding his cock in your hand, properly stroking him.
Sitting back up on your knees, you get off his thigh, completely focusing on him. Using both hands, you continue bringing him closer to his peak. Watching his thighs begin to tremble, and hearing a string of “oh fuck, oh fuck” leave his mouth, you still your hands, not letting it happen yet.
As he catches his breath, you let one hand move again, but bring your other between your legs. Situating yourself so you can spread them, you pull your panties to the side, exposing your dripping center. You and he let out simultaneous moans as you continue to stroke his cock with one hand and thrust your fingers into your pussy with the other.
Turning his head, he has a good view of what you're doing, the sight and your sounds heightening all of his senses. “Sweetheart, c’mon,” he begs, not knowing exactly what he's even begging for – partly for you to let him come and partly for you to let him touch you.
Your hand that's on him and your fingers slow down, your eyes fluttering open to look at him. Pulling your fingers out, you let them slowly circle your clit. “What Johnny? Tell me what you want. Beg.”
“Please babygirl,” he whines. “Touch me, let me touch you– anything, please.”
Your lips turn into a smile, and you sit back up. “Good boy,” you wink.
He groans, loud, his head falling back onto the pillows, caught off guard by the praise.
He doesn't have the chance to dwell on it further though, your hands back to stroking his cock, determined to bring him over the edge this time.
Breathing becoming more erratic, you know he's close. “Come on, baby,” you urge. “Let go for me, show me how good I’m making you feel.”
“Oh–” He comes with a low, drawn out groan, his hips bucking up toward your hands. His wrists tug against the restraints as his release spurts onto his abdomen, some of it dripping onto your hands that are still moving slowly, gently working him through his high.
While he lays there panting, you crawl back up, straddling his waist so you can lean over him.
“Wow,” he breathes, opening his eyes to look up at you, and you can't help but giggle. “Untie me now so I can take care of you, sweetheart?”
“Hm,” you hum, giving him a soft kiss. “I'm not sure I’m done with you yet, flame boy.”
Summary: Johnny apologises for the destruction of your favourite lingerie
Warnings: 18+, sexual references, unedited, fire & fluff
this is something silly and fluffy for a friend (i’m sorry this took so long) and also my first time writing Johnny Storm!! enjoy 🤍
The air was thick with both silence and tension. Still, you refused to look up, even as the sound of shuffling feet and the smell of fresh pizza got closer.
You held you book higher up in front of your face, using it’s cover to lick your lips. It smelled good. Home made, too. You were starving, but also pissed, which wasn’t a good combination.
“Can I help you?” you finally said, closing your book.
areudirty
turnnoffyourmind
gummygunk
germansingergirl
stormborns
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