Hello, my name is ✨️Bud✨️, and I am down bad as hell😈. Its been a very long time since the last time i wrote smut seriously and i thought I'd introduce myself before I grace this app and side blog with my horny ramblings and whatnot.
● Im an elder Gen Z (Nov 1999♏️)
● Black Transmasc (He/They🏳️⚧️)
● Plussize/chubby
● Demisexual/romantic🏳️🌈
● Poly and married 💍
● Bored, Burnt out, and possibly on the spectrum
● Lover of horror and the weird unknown ☠️
● Old men who are bigger than me with nice voices make my brain go brrrrr🕺🏿
✨️Fave tropes✨️
'_______ to lovers', sex pollen, only one bed, practice, monsterfucking, yandere,
Thinking about my partner showing me how to give head to the guy we invited into our bed. His soft voice praising me as I take our paramour deeper into my mouth. His pleased moans like music as I fuck myself back onto my partner's relentless fingers trying not to choke.
inexperienced!simon riley who's never had anyone sit on his face before, big hands gripping your hips to grind you down onto his mouth when he gets just a little too enthusiastic and breaks his own nose with your pussy. ends up cumming immediately from the sudden pain, with so much force the ropes of cum splatter over your back, cue him stuttering apologies whilst blood drips down into his mouth and mingles with the taste of you.
+18 mdni! faux innocence; a fic where you're the newest member of the thunderbolts*, and bucky tries to bed you the entire week, thinking you were a virgin. boy, was he so wrong.
cw: faux innocent!dom!m!reader, sub!bucky, reader acts like he's oblivious, reader is so fucking condescending, rough (?) sex, fingering, slight overstimulation, use of toys (fleshlight), missionary/mating press, slight stomach bulge, bucky has a size kink, creampie reader is quite controlling, attempted edging (?)
word count: >5k
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!! @swiftie-fault
a/n: everyone's begging so its out early HAHA also bucky gets fucking whiplash from your tone change and its hilarious anyways this is filthy
the next day, you woke up early. you hummed under your breath as you pulled the vinyl record from the turntable, careful not to leave fingerprints on the edges. the sleeves are laid out on your carpet in neat rows, while you flipped through them slowly, fingers trailing over the worn cardboard corners like you’re picking out wine for a quiet night in. you were calm.
but bucky wasn’t.
he barged into your room, jaw clenched, and looking wired, like he hadn’t slept. he doesn’t say anything at first, just stands near the doorway as if he was trying to figure out which version of you he was talking to.
you glance up at him, smiling softly.
“hey. morning, sergeant.”
that’s what breaks him.
“you think you’re funny?”
“depends who’s laughing. what are you talking about?”
“cut the shit.”
“..sorry?” you blink innocently.
bucky storms forward, fast. he stops a few feet away from you, like he’d get burned if he stood too close.
“you’ve been pretending all week.”
“pretending?”
“yes, don’t do..” he gestured at you. “that.”
“do what?” you acted confused.
“i’ve been throwing myself at you all fucking week.” his voice was so low it almost came out as a growl.
you tilted your head, and slowly set the vinyl down beside the others.
“i flirted with you, touched you, and you didn’t even flinch, just smiled like i was cute!” he cuts himself off, breath shaky.
“i thought we were just getting along.”
“bullshit.” bucky scoffs.
“you’re a touchy guy, i figured you were.. affectionate.” you gave a helpless shrug.
he groaned.
“you’re really mad about being friendly?” you raised your eyebrows.
“and last night, you said all that like it was nothing, like it wasn’t the filthiest fucking thing anyone’s ever said to me! now you’re in here listening to records like you didn’t just fry my fucking brain?” he sputtered.
you blink slowly.
“did i?”
“yes! for fuck’s sake, you whispered it like you were reading me a fucking bedtime story!”
“must’ve had a few drinks.” you hummed.
“don’t do that. don’t fucking gaslight me.”
“wow, big word. is that what i’m doing?” you offered a faint smile, grabbing the back of your neck with your hand.
“you’re not innocent, i see you.” bucky ran a hand through his hair. “you knew the whole damn time.”
“i.. was being polite?”
“polite? polite?! you told me i’d be begging you for more, and acted like nothing happened the moment yelena came back!”
you were quiet. then finally, you sigh, a soft little surrender.
“..worth a try.” you press your fingers to your temples.
bucky goes still.
“what..?”
“playing dumb. you were enjoying it so much.” you cross the room slow, getting closer towards him. “i thought i’d let you have your fun, let you think you were in charge.” you stop in front of him.
he blinks.
“i wanted to see how far you’d go before you snapped.” you sighed. “guess we hit that point, huh?”
bucky was silent, and his hands were shaking. his whole face was flushed, not from rage, but from the slow realisation that he wasn’t the one in charge.
“you-” he took in a deep breath. “what the fuck are you?”
“not as sweet as you thought.” you smiled.
he looks at you as if he had just seen a ghost, or something far worse than that, something that sees everything, and stays quiet until it’s ready to pounce.
“you’re not mad because i didn’t notice, you’re mad because i did.”
bucky didn’t respond, he didn’t know how to.
you leaned in slightly, and whispered.
“still want to be on top, sergeant?” you winked.
the question hangs between the both of you.
bucky blinks like he didn’t hear you right. then, something shifts behind his eyes. his spine straightens, his jaw clenches, and he steps forward.
“you talk big for someone who’s been playing dumb all week.” he leans down slow, crowding into your personal space. his palm brushes your side, thumb dragging along your waist like he means to take the lead. “careful. keep talking like that, and i might show you what i can actually do.”
you smile, small, barely-there. then your hand slides between the both of you. you hook your fingers into his belt loops, and yank him in tight.
his breath stutters.
“you really want to see what happens when i stop holding back?”
bucky tried to not show it, he really did. but the way his lips parted, the way his pupils were blown wide betrayed him completely.
“you think i didn’t notice how you stared every time i rolled my sleeves up? how you somehow always manage to position yourself behind me every time i bent over slightly?” you spoke, hand curling gently around the back of his neck, letting your lips ghost over his pulse point. you could feel his heartbeat spike, it was adorable. “you thought i was sweet.” you drag your teeth against his neck, and his knees almost buckled right there, and then.
“you’re not as scary as you think you are-” he tries to play it cool.
“aren’t i?” you hum. you back him up against the wall, then slotted your thigh in between his, just enough to feel the ‘problem’ growing.
bucky’s fingers grip your bicep like he’s not sure whether he’s trying to steady you, or himself.
“you wanted control? then take it, sergeant.” you leaned in. “come on, show me. do something brave.”
he doesn’t do anything, because he can’t. he’s blinking fast now, lips parted, chest rising, and falling a little too quick. there was fear in his expression, not real fear, but wide-eyed panic, the kind that hits when you poke the bear, and it bares its teeth instead of running.
you lean back just to let him breathe.
”didn’t expect me to be a fucking freak, did you? thought i’d be easy?”
bucky’s lips part, but there wasn’t any sound.
“poor thing.” you grinned. then you leaned in, and kissed him, slow, and gentle. your lips pressed against his, just once.
but after a minute, he pulls back, clearly frustrated.
“stop that. stop holding back.” he whispers.
you blink.
“i want you, the real you. not whatever sweet little version of yourself you think i can handle.”
“you sure?”
“for fuck’s sake, yes.”
something shifts behind your gaze, it’s subtle, but he feels it.
the next kiss you give bucky was rougher, messier, more teeth than tongue. your hand tightens on his hips, while the other trails down to his thigh, and grips. you walked him backward, slowly, until the backs of his knees hit the edge of your bed, and he dropped without thinking.
“spread your legs, bucky.”
and he does, instinctively.
you climbed onto the bed to settle between them, and kiss down his jaw, stopping to nibble below his ear.
“you want the real me? the part of me that doesn’t pretend to be gentle?” you bit into his neck, sucked a dark mark right into his collarbones, and he gasps. “then shut up, and take what you asked for. don’t whine now.”
you push him back, so that he was laid back against the pillows. your hand slips under his shirt, and you drag your nails across his stomach.
the moment your nails bit into the skin of bucky’s stomach, he moans. he tried to cover his mouth with the back of his hand, and failed miserably.
“that all it takes?” you hum, pulling off his shirt. then you kiss down to his chest, and he’s panting now.
he swears he’s feeling a little dizzy.
“is this what you wanted?”
“yes, fuck, yes.”
you gripped his thigh, hard, and he mewls.
“still think i’m soft?”
bucky’s breath hitches. he tries to respond, but couldn’t.
you press your hand against his cock through his sweats, only to find out that he’s rock hard.
he whines at the contact when you drag your palm slowly over him.
“i tried to be gentle,” you murmur. “tried to give you time, but you wanted this.”
“i-i didn’t think it’d be like this-” he murmurs breathlessly.
you hummed, dragging your fingers up his ribs.
“too much?”
“no- fuck no. just didn’t think i’d be this into it.”
“that’s because you had no idea what i was.” you shrug. “you do now.”
your mouth was everywhere, on his neck, ribs, hipbones. you were marking him up like it’s your name he should wear on his dog tags.
bucky’s trembling beneath you, the band of his sweatpants shoved down just enough to give you access to everything you need.
you hadn’t even fucked him yet, and he already looks ruined.
“god, your mouth..” he gasps, fingers tightening in the sheets.
“told you. i gave you every chance to run, but you chose to stay. that’s on you.”
“should’ve- fuck, should’ve done this sooner-”
“oh?” you curled your hand around his cock, slow, and tight. fuck, they were huge.
bucky’s entire body arches at that, and you bit gently at his nipple just to feel him twitch again.
“you asked for me to stop pretending, and i’m not planning on disappointing you.”
he gasped.
you glanced down, and hummed.
“oh, look how small you are in my hand.”
bucky lets out a strangled little whine, soft, and involuntary. his thighs tensed where they were spread, trembling just slightly. his head lolls to the side, eyes fixed on the wall like it might save him.
“aw. whats wrong?” you cooed. “thought you were big, thought you could take it.”
he shook his head frantically.
“i can. fuck, i-”
“then look. eyes on me.”
“don’t make me- please.” his voice was shredded.
you tighten your grip slightly, just enough to make him hiss.
“look.”
he doesn’t.
“i said, look.” you leaned in, and whispered.
something in your tone cut through bucky like a wire snapping, and his gaze flicks down.
big mistake.
instantly, his whole body jolts. a broken moan tumbles out of his mouth, and his thighs jerk to close, but your knees press firm against his spread thighs, keeping him open. he stares, and sees the obscene contrast of your hand around him, your palm swallowing the base, your thumb dragging slow over the tip.
it doesn’t make sense. bucky wasn’t small. he’s not.
he knows what he’s working with, he always had. enough past partners, mostly from the 40’s, have moaned about it, there were enough ego-boosts, casual brags, and certainty.
but the moment your hand wrapped around him? suddenly all of that didn’t matter.
“fuck- fuck. please, i’ll cum- don’t..”
you hum.
“already?”
bucky let out another whimper, teeth sinking into his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. his hands were fisting the sheets under him, his hips kept twitching up like they wanted it.
you stroked him with a steady rhythm, firm, practiced.
he moans, and tries to rut into your fist.
you pinned his hip down with one hand, and continued, thumb dragging over the tip, smearing pre-cum all over it.
“going to cum already?”
“no- fuck, maybe-”
you let go, and he whines, entire body jolting forward.
“too soon, you’re not ready.”
“please, please- i’ve been so good-”
“you’ve been a menace all fucking week, bucky.” you kissed his neck. “throwing yourself at me like a slut. what happened to all that confidence, hm?”
bucky shudders when you say his name.
you kiss your way down to his stomach, then lick a stripe up his cock, and he lets out the most pathetic noise.
“thought i was the sub, hm?” you murmur. “remember that?”
he nods, completely dazed, and drunk on the shame.
you wrapped your mouth around his cock, taking your time. you gave him slow sucks, deliberate swirls of your tongue, holding him down when he tries to thrust.
“fuck- please, i-” bucky’s loud now. he was a complete mess, gasping, and twisting the sheets as he writhes under you.
you pull off, letting a line of spit connect the tip of his cock to your lips.
“not yet.”
bucky almost sobs.
you press a kiss to his inner thigh, letting your teeth graze against the tender skin.
“you’re shaking.”
“you’re insane.” he breathes.
you chuckled, taking off your sweats before crawling back up again, and pinned his wrists above his head.
“can’t tap out now, you asked for this.” you press your cock in between his cheeks, just the weight of it, and he freezes.
‘oh my fuck.’
‘there’s no way that’s fitting inside me.’
that’s all he could think about, because you’re so fucking thick. you haven’t even pushed in yet, you’re just there, teasing him.
you reach down between the both of your bodies, and stroke yourself slowly against him, base to tip, dragging the full weight of it across his cheeks.
bucky gasps every single time, thighs twitching wider like his body was trying to take more without thinking.
“you couldn’t even handle my hand on your cock, what do you think this is going to do to you, sweetheart?” you press closer, cock sliding against him again, and his back arches.
then you shift, and he sees it.
his breath caught.
he wasn’t prepared. he thought he was, he thought he had some idea, but he didn’t.
‘fuck. i’m not walking tomorrow.’
what’s worse was that he didn’t care. not if it meant he got to feel you from the inside.
he knows he’s finished.
“relax, need to open you up properly.”
bucky tried, he really did. but your fingers were big, not painful, not even rough, just wide, and insistent.
you pushed in slowly, letting him adjust, murmuring praise in his ear while his body fought to loosen up. you pressed in one finger, then two, crooking them just right against his sweet spot.
“shit- fuck, i-” his head dropped back before he could even continue his sentence.
“i know, it’s a stretch isn't it?” you kissed his cheek. “have to get you ready, can’t ruin you too fast.”
bucky let out the most broken sound, because he knows he’s not ready. he’s clenching down, fluttering, and drooling around your fingers, but you’re still gentle, still preparing him like he’s fragile, like it wasn’t already too much for him.
“bet you’ve never taken something like this before, hm?” you whispered.your cock pressed against the slick mess your fingers were making. you weren’t even inside him yet, but it was enough to make him cry.
god, bucky wanted it so bad. he wanted to be stretched open, folded in half, filled to the brim, all while you murmured filth in his ear. he was bent open, and trembling. his legs wide, muscles taut, hole stretched from your fingers, but not ready. he never could be, not for this.
you lined yourself up, press the tip of your cock against him, he jerks, whimpering before you’re even inside.
“shh, you’re doing so good.” you murmured sweetly, like you’re not about to break him. “look at you, so soft, so obedient. you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”
he moans, high, and wrecked. you had him in missionary, so he’s gripping your shoulders like it’ll help.
“you’re so fucking tight, gripping me already, and i’m not even in yet.” you chuckled, pressing in slowly, but not gentle, just enough that bucky feels the push, the stretch, every inch of you as you force your way inside.
“fuck- so.. b-big- nnh..”
you don’t stop talking though.
“mm, fuck. feel that? that’s just the tip, sweetheart. still so much left to go. going to be a good boy, and take it for me?”
he whines, tries to speak, and fails.
“that’s it, breathe for me. let me stretch you out, fuck. you were made for this.” you sink in deeper.
and bucky fucking breaks. he clenches around you, and you choke.
“oh you like that, don’t you?” you sneer. “filthy little thing. bet you’d take anything i give you. you wouldn’t even think twice.”
his hands scramble for something, anything. his mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
“yeah, that’s what i thought. just a hole to be filled, you were fucking made for this.” you’re halfway in, and he’s already drooling.
he’s blinking up at you like he’s not sure where he is anymore. all you did was smile at him.
“there we go. come on, sweetheart, take all of me. thought you could handle it, remember?” you continued, reaching deeper inside him, and he wails. “look at that, can’t even answer me, can you? poor thing, too full to think, can’t even understand what i’m saying to you.”
it’s true, bucky can’t comprehend a single word. every word you say blurs into the static. all he can feel is you, pressing in deeper, and deeper. his hole’s fluttering, stretched obscenely around your cock, and his own cock is leaking pathetically against his stomach, untouched.
“aw, dumb already? i haven’t even fucked you yet.” you sigh.
“fuck, i- oh my god-” he moans, helplessly, and your smile turns wicked.
“that’s my good boy. all full, all dumb, just the way i like you.”
his legs try to close around you, but you don’t let him.
you press forward again, finally bottoming out.
bucky screams. his thighs shake violently, and his head drops back. his jaw slack, mouth open like he’s trying to breathe, but can’t. his hands scrambled to hold onto your bicep, trying to ground himself.
“oh sweetheart, you should’ve seen your face.” you haven’t moved yet, and he’s already trembling like he’s going to cum. his hands gripped at your biceps, stomach flipping from the stretch, cock drooling against his own belly without a single touch. he feels you everywhere. inside him, against him, holding him down.
and then, you thrust. once, deep, slow enough to feel, and he breaks.
bucky’s body jerks, his mouth opens wide in a silent sob, and then he cums. without a single touch to his cock, just from the feeling of you filling him, and the sound of your voice as you drag it out of him.
“aw, didn’t even last a single thrust?” you whisper, tone thick with mock-pity. “squirted all over yourself.”
“i-i didn’t mean to- fuck, i just- aah..” he moans, wrecked, and helpless.
“fucking mess already.” you coo. “i was thinking about being nice, taking it slow, but clearly your body doesn’t want that.” you draw your hips back, just enough to make him clench down hard, and you felt every flutter his body gives you. “didn’t even fuck you yet. all i did was sit in your sloppy hole, and you soaked my cock like it was your fucking job.”
bucky whines, his mouth opened, but he didn’t speak. before he could even process it, you switched tones.
“you’re doing so good, so perfect for me.”
his eyes snap open, and he stares at you, confused, like he doesn’t know what the fuck just happened.
“all dumb already?” you murmured.
“i- no, i can- just, give me a second-”
“sweetheart, your cock’s still twitching. you sure you’ve got another one in you?”
“yeah.. yeah.. plea.. mmh.. i can.. take it.”
“oh i know you can,” you leaned down, lips grazing his ear. “now we’re going to see if you should.” you bit down, hard enough to leave a mark on his neck.
oh fuck. that wrecks bucky. his entire body shudders, and his breath catches in his throat. his fists curl uselessly into the sheets, knuckles white, like he’s trying to ground himself, but there’s absolutely nothing grounding about the way you speak to him.
“i warned you, didn’t i? told you what i’d do to you.” you thrust again, harder this time.
“aah- mmh!?” he screams, his voice cracking. he was still twitching from the first orgasm, and now you’re fucking him through it.
“look at you, didn’t even need your cock touched. all it took was mine, inside you, just one push.” you laugh. “you liked it didn’t you?”
he nodded, and you softened, just a little.
“there’s my good boy, so sweet when you cum for me.” you whisper, suddenly tender.
bucky swears he got whiplash from the way your tone flipped, filthy one moment, sweet the next. he’s still panting, thighs shaking violently as you bottomed out again.
you press in deeper, hips rolling slow, drawn out.
“not so cocky now, huh?” you pull back almost all the way, and slam back in hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs.
“ah- fuck!”
“thought i was a bottom, didn’t you? thought i’d get all shy, and beg for your cock-” you pull out slowly, almost all the way, before slamming back in, hitting that spot inside him.
“shit- oh my god-” he gasps, legs shaking.
“but look at you. you’re the one spread out and dripping, moaning like a fucking pornstar the moment i entered you.”
“please- please..” bucky’s voice breaks, high-pitched, and needy.
“didn’t take much now, did it?” you rock in deep again, and he chokes on a sob. “didn’t think i’d be able to fuck you like this. huh? didn’t think i’d use you. you wanted someone soft you could ruin.”
he keens when you bite into his neck once more.
“breathe, sweetheart, just breathe. you’re doing so good.” your hips roll forward again, and he sobs. “god, you’re filthy, fucking yourself on my cock like it’s the only fucking thing that’s keeping you alive.”
“too m-much- ugh, so deep..”
“aw, you’re trying so hard for me, i know it’s too much.” you shush him with a kiss, before you rolled your hips again, and he moans into your mouth. “you’re perfect like this, you know that?”
bucky tries to speak, but all that comes out was a whine.
“no thoughts left in that pretty head, hm?” then you’re rough again, pulling his hips forward to meet your thrusts, letting him feel just how deep you are. “fucking cockdrunk already, and i’m not even halfway done.”
“please- oh my god- fuck!” he moans, and your hand slides down to wrap around his untouched cock.
you glance down, and pause. your gaze catches on the slight bulge on his lower stomach, twitching with each thrust you give him.
“oh.. look at that.”
bucky doesn’t register it at first, he’s too far gone.
so you shift your weight, thrust in deeper, and rested your palm on his lower stomach, and he barely notices.
until he looks.
“what are you-”
until he sees your hand, palm spread wide, fingers splayed over the slight bulge jutting up.
“oh my god-” his stomach twitches, and his head snaps back against the pillow.
“you didn’t notice before?”
“it’s not- fuck, i didn’t-”
“shh, it’s okay. that’s just me, sweetheart, all the way inside.” you press down slowly, and the bulge pulses beneath your hand. “so deep inside you, i can feel you from the outside. poor baby, no wonder you’re crying.”
“no- i don’t- fuck, i don’t like-” he tries to breathe through it, but a full body shudder rolls through him.
“oh, you love it.” you move your hips just slightly, grinding in deeper, and that bulge shifts underneath your palm. “you’re being shy, sweetheart. thought you liked how it feels?”
bucky whimpers in denial, shaking his head, and biting his lip like that’ll stop the sounds coming out of him.
“shh, i know it’s too much. you wanted it though, remember? all week?”
“n-no- don’t say it.”
you sigh, and reach for his hand, then guide it down.
“here. feel that?” you guided his palm over the thick shape stretching him open.
and that’s all it takes. bucky fucking chokes on it.
“ah- fuck- fuck! i-” his body spasms, and his legs kick weakly. his cock pulses untouched between the both of you, cum spilling over his stomach. he whines, high, and shattered, eyes rolling back as he cums the hardest he ever has in his life.
“did you just cum from that?” you drag your hips back slow, and grinded back in deep.
“too much- it’s- fuck! ..too much.”
“aw, but i’m still hard.” you said sweetly, kissing his cheek. “going to keep pressing right here, until i cum too.” your fingers stroke gently over the slight bulge in his stomach. “you can take it right? you already made a mess, might as well be useful.”
bucky whimpers, his fingers clutching helplessly at the sheets, and then you start to move. his back arches at the first thrust, helplessly.
“n-no, i- ah- wait, wait!”
you slow, just barely, hips grinding in deep as your hand trails over his flushed chest. you lean over him, nose brushing against his cheek.
“can you take it or not, sweetheart?”
“y-yeah, yes. i can.”
“oh you’re going to wish you shut your mouth.” you pressed his knees up to his chest, practically putting him in a mating press.
“no wait-”
you cup the underside of his thigh, holding him open, and slide in deeper than before.
bucky chokes on a sob, and his back arches clean off the bed.
“now shut the fuck up, and take it.” you thrusted, and he wails. his heel dug into your side as he tries to pull away. “nowhere to go, sweetheart. you wanted this, don’t go quiet on me now.” another thrust.
his head lolls to the side, dazed, and jaw slack, drool glistening at the corner of his lips.
you hum softly, pressing your hand around his throat, and tightening. you tilt his face towards yours, pressing your thumb just beneath his jaw.
“sweetheart, look at me.” you slowed, just for him to look at you.
and bucky, the poor thing, he tries. his teary eyes flutter open, and he meets your gaze.
you kissed his cheek softly, before your hips snapped forward, deep, and your voice dipped.
“that’s it. there’s my pretty boy. want to see the exact moment you realise no one else is ever going to fuck you like this.” you growled.
he whines again, half-apology, half-desperation.
your rhythm shifts, just a little faster, and harder, fucking into him with purpose now. you wrapped your hand tighter around his throat now, just enough to make him gasp, just enough to feel the way he flutters around you.
“there we go, knew you’d squeeze me just right if i did this.” your grip tightens just a little more, and he clamps down on your cock so perfectly you groaned. “fuck- yeah, mm. that’s it. going to wring it out of me, sweetheart?”
bucky whines beneath you, lips parted in a broken sound you don’t think he meant to make.
you lean in, voice syrupy-sweet, and smug.
“keep doing that- fuck, and i’m going to cum in your messy little hole. that what you want?”
he nods, frantic, and helpless. he tries to warn you, but he cums before he even could.
you rail him, just a little harder, dragging it out as your grip stays firm on his throat. and when you finally cum, it’s with a low growl into his ear. you stayed inside him, breathing hard against his cheek, but still so composed, compared to the wreck underneath you.
bucky’s trembling, thigh shaking where it’s pressed up against his chest. his eyes are fluttering, unfocused, barely able to look at you.
your hand eases off his throat a little.
“you okay, sweetheart?” you whispered, your cock still twitching inside him.
he whines, wordless.
“you did so well, took all of me, fucked yourself dumb, didn’t you?” you shifted, just enough for him to feel it. “shh, i know, i know. sensitive now, huh?” you rock in a little, and he gasps like you had electrocuted him. you’re still pressed so deep he can feel you.
you finally pull out, and he whimper. you hum low, dragging your palm down the inside of his thigh, where your cum was dripping out of him in lazy, thick streaks.
“so? what are you going to do to thank me? still need to finish properly.”
“didn’t you..?”
“came? sure, but i’m still hard, sweetheart.”
bucky blinks up at you, but his brain is still working, somehow. he pushes himself up a little, and reaches over to the nightstand, he opened your drawer, and pulled out a fleshlight.
“how did you..?” you gasped when he just casually pulled out your fleshlight from your drawer. how did he even know it was there?
he didn’t respond, just pushed the toy down over your cock, twisting a little, and you hissed.
“just like that- fuck, ahh.. good boy.”
he whines, then moves his hand faster.
“want to make me cum- mmh, so quick, d-don’t you?”
he nods.
and you do. within a few minutes, you’re spilling into the toy with a thick groan, shuddering through it. you’re still buried in the haze of your orgasm, when he shifts again. you don’t stop him at first. the second the slick, still-warm toy wrapped around your oversensitive cock, your whole body flinches.
bucky smirks, and he rocks the toy so fucking slowly while watching you closely.
“sweetheart.”
“mm?”
you groaned, trying to ground yourself.
“i-i.. fuck..”
he pulls the toy off right before you tip.
“oops.”
“bucky.”
“yeah?”
“keep edging me, and i’ll make you cum untouched for a week straight.”
bucky shudders visibly, but the bastard does it again anyway.
“let me make this simple for you.” you wrap your hand over his, and force the it back over your cock.
“wha- what- what are we-” his eyes go wide when he sees the way your hips stutter. there wasn’t any more teasing, just slick, obscene sounds while you did what he couldn’t.
you guide his hand rhythmically, and you keep going, faster now. when you came, you grinded your hips up into it, and moaned, low, and fed the fuck up. you breathe hard through your nose, and then you sigh, like this whole thing was an inconvenience.
“see? didn’t need your help.”
bucky just stared dumbly at your cock.
“next time,” you murmur against his cheek. “you keep edging me like that, and i’ll fuck your throat raw instead.”
You were painfully average looking. Gaz wasn’t being rude- you just were. Visibly plain, bags under your eyes and hair that was always messy no matter how hard any of them seemed to try to fiddle with it to make it look nice. Sure, you had nice qualities- easy smile, funny. But you were no match for any of the men in the office.
And yet- women from other offices seemed to flock to you. Fluttering their lashes as they giggled at a dumb quip you’d spouted while they waited for something to print. ‘This printers the best in the building,’ they always said as an excuse- before fluttering all over your desk for the next twenty minutes well after their copies had finished.
They would slip right past the other handsome men in the office, right past Gaz all to lean over your door while you prattled on about something he couldn’t care about. What was it? You were unconventional, not masculine really. Sure- you were tall but always hunched, glasses that always were seconds from falling off your nose. He couldn’t figure it out-
Until he locked himself in that closet with you.
Oh, then he understood exactly the type of woman that flocked to this little office, as you giggled in his ear. “Ky, I thought you were supposed to be a real man? How come you’re just melting in my hands, baby?” You murmur, stroking his cock slowly just to hear the man whimper pitifully. He could barely remember how this even happened, so determined to top you and learn your secrets that he was blindsided by you pinning him to your own chat and sitting in his lap just to sit there and-
TEASE his cock. It wasn’t fair, tears brimming at his dark eyelashes. This was so beneath him- you should’ve been beneath him! And yet, all he could do was paw at your shirt with his huge hands he’d snapped necks with and beg for you to make him cum.
Maybe if he came fast enough, he’d catch you off guard and get an upper hand. That would rely on him being even half coherent enough as you edged him into madness, babbling and drooling into your shirt. You seemed to have an innate sense for when someone was about to cum- like the slightest twitch of his thick dick was a language you almost understood better than he did. Slowing down, speeding up again in a circle of hell.
“Bh- please- fuck- please- lemme cum, lemme-“ he nearly wailed, yelping at smaller fingers stuffing themselves into his mouth. Your hands- soft, not calloused like most men on base. They didn’t grate against his tongue like other men’s, instead felt- good. Right.
“Of course, sugar. But- you gotta promise me somethin, okay? Think you can do that?” You murmur, licking at his jaw tenderly. So sweet- how were you so sweet? For so long he’d grown used the harsh snatches and tugs of military men, that this felt euphoric. No fight for power, no force necessary. Just.. good.
“Any-anythin’, anythin’ luv jus- fuck-“ Kyle honest to god couldn’t see, stuck right on the edge so hard that his ears were ringing. Somewhere in the far recesses of his fucked out mind, he could hear his captain snarling at him to get back up. That only made his balls grow tighter, made his fists shake against your shirt.
“Next time you wanna get taken care of, just ask sweet okay? You don’t need to be all tough n pretend, youre a sweet boy, i know it,” you murmur, and the sergeant feels his whole body turn rigid. Your hand speeds up instinctually, the absolute relief making the huge 200 pound man sag against the chair and openly cry as he finally comes. Rope after rope of pearly white fluid, all caught in your hand as you massage his tip just to watch Kyle writhe a little more.
“Yes- yessir- sorry sir,” he babbles on instinct, another shot of cum spilling into your hand at your pleased moan. Kyle can feel his thick muscles spasm and shake, your free hand scratching slowly up his scalp then back down his nape so comfortingly. Then, when you’ve finally decided you’ve listened to the sergeant whimper enough- you lick your hand clean and gently tuck him back in his pants, even as his cock still throbs watching you swallow down his spunk.
Gaz lets you settle against his chest with a happy sigh, and wonders just how many people on base have had the pleasure of your sweetness- and something violent twists. He has to keep you for himself- his first taste of sweetness in the dry desert of these fucking meat heads.
18+. Mature content. Himbo Male Character. Bottom Male Character. Himbo and Bottom Bucky Barnes. Top Male reader. Both reader and character have cocks. Pet names such as baby boy and good boy mentioned.
Himbo! Bucky Barnes x Top Male Reader
(There are two versions in this post.)
Version 1.
Himbo! Bucky, what a good man, so generous and helpful, maybe a little too helpful. He doesn’t realize how lewd his body is, big man tits tightening his shirt and a bubble butt making his ass look exquisite. His friends come to him asking for hugs, saying they had a nightmare or went through rough times, Bucky gladly hugs them tightly without even thinking, his friends’ heads nuzzling between his tits as they enjoy the closeness.
Himbo! Bucky is such an adorable fella, he gladly accepts the gifts that are sent his way and will always show appreciation for them. So when someone gifts him a pair of mini tight shorts with a little crop top, he tries them on to show some gratitude, despite turning into the object of desire for many of his peers. His nipples poke through the fabric while his bubble butt is more pronounced, and let’s not talk about his juicy thighs.
Himbo! Bucky likes to spend time with you, you’re so kind with him. You try to protect his innocence from perverts but also want to wake him up a little so he can defend himself better when you’re not around. You do like Bucky, a lot, yeah he is sexy as fuck, but he’s such a golden retriever sometimes, really cute. And as a golden retriever, Bucky can be playful. He sits on your lap and you try so hard not to get an erection under his plump ass. He hugs you tightly, shoving your face between his tits, and you fight demons so you don’t cup his tits with your hands.
Himbo! Bucky who walks in your dorm wearing nothing but a thong, leaving little to the imagination. He says he forgot to wash his dirty clothes yesterday, and he was hoping you could lend him one of your pants and perhaps also a t-shirt. Your prayers don’t work and you get noticeably hard under your pants. Bucky turns around and his eyes widen when he notices your bulge, he blushes and bites his lips. Knowing he has that effect on you makes him feel somehow.. good? Like a good friend he is, he offers to help you, because friends help each other in anything, right? This is completely normal.
Himbo! Bucky who let’s you fuck his juicy man tits, his muscles feel so good around your cock, better than any fleshlight. You’ve asked him to rub his own nipples, which he obliges, as you tell him this will help you get off more easily. His eyes won’t leave the sight of your cockhead which pops out from between his tits with every thrust you give. Why does he want to lick it so badly?
Himbo! Bucky who notices you’re still hard, even after cumming all over his tits and his face. Bucky feels bad he couldn’t help you with your erection by using his tits, why don’t you try his hole instead? He pushes aside his thong, showing you his pink, puffy hole. You don’t reject the offer of course.
Himbo! Bucky sounds so pretty when taking your cock, his moans just turn you on even more. You can’t help but to pound harder his perfect, warm hole while giving a spanking to his perfect buttcheeks. He whines and whimpers so cutely, you just have to get him pregnant. Your load fills him to the brim and he whines and babbles from how full and hot he feels, wiggling his butt slightly as some of the cum drips down his thighs.
Himbo! Bucky who walks around the base with almost too revealing clothes when you’re present. Bending over in front of you when he clumsily drops a pen, or stretching in front of you, making his man tits bulge slightly under his very tight shirt. Since the last time you fucked him stupid, he has tried to get you hard again, he won’t admit it out loud, but he may or may not have gotten addicted to your cock since then.
Version 2.
Himbo! Bucky, despite his grumpy behavior around people, he can’t help but be an airhead most of the time. He has no idea how his body brings so much attention to him, big man tits stretching his shirt and bubble butt making his ass look so juicy. He pays no mind to the people staring at him, thinking they’re looking at his metal arm instead.
Himbo! Bucky, who scolds you whenever you spank his butt at first, but then doesn’t pay much mind, you’re just being friendly. He definitely doesn’t like it.. at all. Sure. He’ll let you rest your head on his ass, and even will let you hug him from behind, though he blushes when your arms push up his man tits.
Himbo! Bucky, he uses the tightest uniform that was given to him because peers have told him it’s more practical. He believes them, and his curves are so much more pronounced, catching everyone’s attention. You come to his rescue and hand him a change of emergency, he doesn’t understand why so you tell him it has special advantages. There are no advantages, you just don’t want people to undress him with their eyes.
Himbo! Bucky, who needs a massage, has a lot of tension on him, but he doesn’t trust anybody else but you to massage his body. He removes his clothes except for his underwear and lays on his stomach on your bed. You can feel your cock wake up under your pants, but you try to control yourself and start massaging his muscular back. The groans and hums he lets out just keeps turning you on even more. Your hands massage his soft thighs, and he asks you not to forget his ass too, his ass hurt from being sat the whole flight in the plane.
Himbo! Bucky, he blushes when your hands fondle with his ass. Your eyes can’t leave the sight of his pink, puffy hole that can’t hide under the string of his thong. Will he want to have a prostate massage too? You shake your head. Bucky turns around so you can start with his torso, you try not to pay attention to his pink cheeks. Your hands are firm on his tits, and he can feel how his nipples grow painfully erect, he tells you it hurts, doesn’t know why, so you just start to rub and pull gently on his nipples which makes him whimper and moan.
Himbo! Bucky, he is getting hard under his thong and of course the fabric doesn’t hold his cock very well, letting the shaft throbbing and leaking on his abdomen. Your hands stop fondling his tits as you catch the lewd sight; Bucky’s cheeks all pink, his eyes almost watery as he looks at you with a pout on his lips, his cock red and leaking against his abs, his legs slightly spread… for you.
Himbo! Bucky who can’t hold his moans back while you pound him so deliciously hard, hitting his prostate so well, stretching his hole so good, squeezing his juicy ass like a delicious fruit. He’s sobbing with a dumb stupid smile on his face while he plays with his tits. He begs you to call him a good boy, a cute baby boy, no soldier, no hero, he wants to be treated like a princess. And you just want to make him happy, so you praise him, calling him pretty pet names, it makes him go crazy, biting the pillow as he makes a mess on the sheets with his cum.
Himbo! Bucky, he’s so cold with his teammates, but when it’s only you and him behind closed doors, he turns into a complete himbo prince. He sits on your lap, his arms around your neck as you suck on his tits like the good boy he is. He’s so happy to be your baby boy behind closed doors, not needing to think at all.
Soap, who fucks you within an inch of your life. He doesn't cum inside you, much to your chagrin. Instead, Soap pulls out and cums all over your stomach and chest.
"Look so bonnie cover'd in my cum." Soap groans, gently rubbing his cum into your soft skin. You let out a soft whine, having cum on Soap's cock four times.
"Shh, baby. I know, I know, you wanted me to cum inside." Soap murmurs, rubbing his hands up and down your trembling thighs. "How about I fill you up with something else instead?"
You nod weakly, your thighs parting again. Soap smirks down at you, carefully sliding his cum-covered cock back into your hole. "Yeah, you want me to fill you up, don't you, fuckin' little slut."
You could feel warmth spreading deep within you. Soap was pissing inside of you. You moaned, your hand resting over your belly where a small bulge was beginning to form. You're Soap's little slut, all right.
size difference kink but in the “i grew up being made fun of for being chubby so now the idea of a giant of a man being able to toss me around and tower over me without making my weight a problem makes me really horny” way, you get what im saying?
Simon Riley is not submissive. That's what he told you when he met you at the bar. Almost ten years younger than him, he wasn't surprised that you wanted to take him home.
But he was surprised to find himself face down in your bed while you ate his ass. He's even more surprised that he likes it. "Fuck me, Y/N, slow down!" Simon moans in pleasure when he feels a finger circling his hole.
You spit on your palm, reaching between his legs so you could start jerking him off. "You said you had stamina, Simon. I want to test that out." You insist as you slowly trust one finger inside.
Several orgasms later, Simon was tucked into your side while you pepper his face with kisses. "You did so good, baby. I'll make a big breakfast tomorrow morning, okay?"
Sometimes I get too deep into my self to fully enjoy sexual stimulation from someone else more often than not.
I start overthinking how I look, sound, smell, and taste. Overthinking if im being a good boy for them as I use my lips and tongue to work them over. Whether or not they see me as a man while they play with my hairy pussy, voice cracking as i whimper and moan for them like a bitch in heat. Whether they'll be able to hold me down and force me to come when I try to run from my own pleasure...
simon 'ghost' riley x fem reader, basically simon pisses inside u im so sorry I got dared to post this-
he should have gone after training, in the cubicles outside his office, against the wall before he got in his truck, literally in the fucking toilet that's next to you both as he curls his body over yours over the bathroom counter.
but he didn't. instead he bent you over the sink, tugged your shorts and underwear down, spat on his fingers and thrust them into your hole a few times before sliding home with a groan. he'd muttered against you, pressed a kiss to the side of your head as the pad of his middle finger brushed over your clit and mumbled that m'gonna fill you up love, s'what you want ain't it? and punctuated it with a glance between you and the toilet to your right. as he expected, you'd clenched around his cock, sucking him deeper with a whimper and whine escaping your throat, hand coming up to wind your fingers into the hair growing out at the base of his neck
which is where he is now, hips flush against your ass as he peppers your neck and shoulder with kisses, waiting just a liiiittle bit longer for you to get impatient, wanting to see you want it. he doesn't have to wait long, it's only a minute or so before your fingers grip a little tighter on his hair and you whine his name, trying to rock your hips back unsuccessfully in his vice like grip and mumbling that you want it, you need it, why won't he just-
and fuck, he's been holding it in for hours now, a couple of seconds of your begging does him in and he can't keep it in anymore, grunting against your skin as his cock begins leaking inside you, a small spurt at first, almost difficult to let it out after holding it in for so long-and then suddenly the tension in his muscles relaxes and it's gushing into you, cunt flooded with his piss as he groans into you
it punches a filthy moan from you, the feeling of warmth spreading through your pussy, and you only get louder when he pulls back a little, withdrawing just a couple of inches and letting his piss drip out around his shaft, only a small amount until he slides his hand around from your hip to your lower belly, rubbing soft circles for a second before pushing down, gasping in unison as your hole clenches and the hot liquid splashes from you around his length. it spatters on the floor, soaking into your shorts and creating a little puddle around yours and simon's feet
that sight seems to almost weaken him more than the act itself, given the way he pushes on your upper back to bend you over further, leans back to watch your cunt and pulls his cock out completely, cursing under his breath when a gush of fluid spurts from your hole, dripping down your thighs and adding to the puddle. you're already about to beg for more when his thumb and finger begin prodding at your pussy, and you smile lazily at his reflection as you realise what he's trying to do, reaching back and pulling your cunt open with your fingers
you could swear he whines, fucking whines, as he holds his dick in one hand and steadies himself with his other on your lower back, and a second later his stream is hitting your spread cunt, a little trickling into your hole and the rest flowing over your slit and down to soak your shorts on the floor with the rest. he only does that for a few seconds though, just a few seconds before he's taking a step forward again, forcing the tip of his cock into your puffy hole and flooding your cunt with piss again-
