Bonjour, je suis Odette Saint-Claire. Soy una fanática empedernida de la buena lectura, la escritura y una enamorada del amor. Encuéntrame en Wattpad como https://www.wattpad.com/user/JeSuisOdette
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I’ve become such a Bucky Wanda shipper so much so that I can barely stomach a Romanogers fanfic that does not pair these two together. I just want them together.
My thoughts when reading the fanfic;
Like Noooo Bucky belongs to Wanda!! Not to anyone else!!! Why would you ship him with someone else… Also Steve and Nat are perfect.
I mean this is still my favorite ship in Marvelverse….
But Bucky and Wanda is just sooo…..
Also when you combine Winterwitch and Romanogers you get this perfect couple!
Aaaaah, Sarah Rogers and Will Barnes. Look at how Perfect they look together 😍😍😍
Summary: Baker Bucky is particular about what he eats but once he discovers how sweet you are, he becomes insatiable. Now he only wants one thing on his tongue.
Pairing: Chubby Baker Bucky x reader
Warnings: Smut, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, size kink, praise kink (Bucky and reader), no minors, 18+ only, Chubby Bucky.
A/N: This got away from me. As always do not copy, repost, translate, or rewrite my fics. Even if you credit me. Please comment, like and reblog, I love that.
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One of these days, you're going to remember how insatiable your boyfriend gets before you end up a trembling wreck under him.
Some day you'll learn not to deny him.
Today is not that day.
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Bucky may be chubby but he’s also an impressive 6’4". Actually, he’s 6’4"and a half, cause every inch counts Peach, something he loves to remind you. Not that you can forget.He easily towers over you, his long arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his soft belly, lifting you off your feet without even trying. He makes you feel small and cherished.
And of course there are other reasons why you can't forget just how big Bucky is.
He’s accidentally broken two headboards since you started dating and he screwed up up the seat in your car when he shoved it all the way back to make room for his legs. It’s okay though he bought you new ones. A headboard and a car.
He can see the way you look at him whenever he does something that reveals how strong he is. His praise kink awakening more and more every time you tell him how good is he, and how helpful he is. How much you need him, how much you appreciate him. He loves it, thriving off it, he wants to please you and make you as happy as you make him.
Whenever you praise him, you have no idea how close he is to snapping and fucking you over the kitchen table until his cum is dripping out of you and you’re nothing but a wheezing, fucked out mess.
Bucky’s trying so hard to maintain his control, he’s normally so composed- well he was until he got a taste of you. You brought out these impulses, animalistic urges that demand he make you scream his name, pin you down and fuck you until he’s given you every ounce of pleasure he can.
Something about you makes him want to ruin you so thoroughly you’ll end up addicted to him. The same way he’s addicted to you.
Then one night, it happened.
Your sweet chubby baker lost control.
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It's your typical movie night, the living room dim and quiet, a few takeout containers on the coffee table, all that’s missing is the remote. You ask Bucky if he can look under the couch while you search the rest of the room. You’re mid-sentence when you feel yourself sliding down, your side bumping into the armrest. Bewildered, you look around trying to figure out what’s going, your heart stops and a shuddery, excited gasp slips through your lips.
Bucky’s lifting the couch. With one hand. With you still sitting on it.
You weren’t expecting him to do that. His massive biceps flexing as he bends his head until you can only see his small neat ponytail. The sheer masculinity of it makes you want to mewl.
“I don’t think it’s under here, Peach,” he said casually, not even out of breath, meanwhile you’re panting as you cling to the arm of the couch. Arousal flaring to life in your belly, spreading across you like wildfire.
Your entire body is getting warmer by the second. Fuck, fuck fuck you want him, right now, fuck the movie, you want, no this more than wanting, you need to fuck Bucky. He lifts the couch even higher, and a fresh wave of slick pours out you, drenching your already ruined panties, you’re so wet you nearly slide off the cushion, your thighs clenching as you gawk at him.
Bucky lifts his head, a smile on his face, about to ask you if you want him to look anywhere else. He forgets how to speak, his mouth going dry at the feral, needy look in your pretty eyes. He’s torn between blushing and wanting to impress you even more.
Then you did it.
You pushed him over the edge.
Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you release it with a whimper. The sound shooting straight through him, his cock hardening the more you stare at him.
“Bucky,” the way you sigh his name has his heart hammering in his ribcage. “I-“ you swallow twice, “Fuck baby you’re so-“ you groan incoherently, crawling up the couch, you loop one arm around his neck and kiss him. A passionate, deep kiss, his eyes fluttering shut, your tongue sweeping into his mouth. He drops the couch, grabbing you around your waist before you could fall with it.
To this day you can’t remember how the two of you made it to the bedroom, he ripped your clothes off you, his hands and lips everywhere before tossing you on the bed. He was on you in an instant, pushing you on top of him until your thighs were tight around his head, riding his face frantically as you chase your high, your fingers rolling your nipples, pleasure pulsating in your veins with each firm stroke of his tongue.
All your soft moans and pleas for him not to stop makes him more eager to eat your sweet pussy like a starving man, his sloppy, wild long licks in between his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking you so fiercely your vision blurred.
After your second orgasm pulses through you, it becomes too much, you don’t think you can handle another one, you’re too sensitive. You fall forward, clutching the sheets as you try to pull away from his rapacious mouth.
“Bucky please, I can’t cum-I can’t-again,” you know you weren’t making sense but you can’t think with his tongue furiously twisting around your clit.
He merely grunts something in your cunt and he grabs your hips and rolls them over his face. His tongue flattening over your clit, determined to get every last drop of your juices in his mouth. You’re his favorite dessert and he’s going to eat until there’s nothing left.
“Oh shit,” you cry, biting your fist as Bucky sucks your swollen clit even harder, his large hands guiding your cunt over his face until you gush all over him. “Please, Bucky, please-fuck”
You manage to twist away when he lets go of your hip to slap your ass after your fourth-maybe fifth-orgasm is ruthlessly pulled out of you by his brilliant tongue.
The second you flop on your back, you know you may have fucked up because he growls under his breath, reaching for you. Bucky sits up, his lust-blown pupils raking over your quivering body. He tilts his head, his neck cracking, the soft crunch making you jump as you see your slick drip off his face onto his chest.
“Peach,” he said, his tone deceptively calm, his eyes wild and frenzied. “I wasn’t done eating my pussy.”
“Bucky-,” you rasp, pushing yourself further up the bed. “I can’t cum again.”
He tilts his head, a roguish smile forming on his handsome face. “See you don’t think you can but-,” he chuckles softly. Bucky’s hand closes around your ankle and he gently tugs you down the bed, “-my pussy, she’s a good girl who cums when I tell her to cum.” His large, heavy body falls over yours, pushing you into the mattress. You’re completely surrounded by him, all you can feel are the soft sheets on your back and Bucky on top of you.
Your traitorous pussy throbs, clenching at his words, you’ve never seen him so worked up and it makes you even wetter. Part of you wonders what happened to your shy baker, the rest of you screaming to shut up and spread your thighs for him, let him do whatever the fuck he wants to you.
Bucky feels you get more excited, his nose brushing over your throat as he pushes his belly into you. “See, Peach, she wants me to take care of her the way she deserves, stretch her out so good you’ll swear I’m still inside her days from now.”
Its innate, the way your body responds to him, in this moment, all you of belongs to him and you both know it.
“You want that Peach, don’t you? You want me to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
The muscles in his warm, firm chest move over your sensitive pebbled nipples, his legs tangled over yours as his calloused palms sweep up your arms, pushing your hands above your head. Bucky wraps his large hand around both your wrists, his other hand snaking between your bodies, he lines himself up with you and sinks into you. “
“Yes, I do, I do Bucky,” you wantonly gasp, his thick cock stretching your tight cunt, the weight of his body keeping you in place makes him seem even bigger, feeling every ridge and vein moving deeper and deeper in you, “oh god, oh go-fuck,” you cry.
He hooks his arm under your leg, opening you up even more before putting his entire weight on you. You can’t move and you love it. The way he’s controlling you, his body caging in you. Bucky snaps his hips into yours, his cock driving into you. His languid, steady pace feels incredible but it’s not enough, each deliberate thrust makes you want more. You need more, the deep ache in your cunt getting worse the slower he moves. “Please Bucky,” you whine, trying to move your hips but you can’t even circle them.
“I thought you couldn’t cum again, Peach?” He teases, nipping your collarbone, his wet tongue soothing the sting.
You yank your hands, his light grip around your wrists is unbreakable, you can't belive how much that turns you on.
“Bucky, let me cum, I need it,” you sob, not caring how desperate you sound. “I need you, please Bucky, you feel so good,” Bucky stiffens at your words-your praise- and everything clicks into place.
Gazing in his deep blue eyes, you unleash praise after praise, setting off a visceral, nearly primal response, the way he reacts to your honeyed words, his hips moving faster, faster, faster, until he's pounding into you, the wet squelch of your cunt echoing in his ears, sensations unfurling inside you, climbing over each other, clouding your mind with bliss.
You still can’t move, taking each deep, precise, relentless stroke, sliding up the bed until your hands are touching the headboard, the wooden frame crashing into the wall, the bed shaking and creaking.
“Bucky, good, you’re so good, right there, Bucky, don’t stop, god doesn’t stop,” you wail, your nails digging into your palms, consumed by pure ecstasy. Bucky swears he won’t, he can’t stop, not when you’re screaming his name so sweetly, his hips moving instinctively, his cock barely leaving your warmth before plunging back in.
He almost laughs when you sob more praise in his ear, your frantic cries send a shiver down his back. He wishes you could experience how amazing your cunt feels wrapped around him, warm and silky and drenched, he could spend the rest of his life buried inside you. ‘
But he wants you to cum.
Now.
You’re so close it hurts, the knot in your belly winding faster until you can’t breathe, Bucky knows you’re on the edge, he can tell by the way your eyes are glazing over, your walls greedily clamping down over him, trying to keep him inside.
“Cum for me, be a good girl, and give it to me.” Bucky slides his large hand under your ass, lifting you up, his cock going deeper, harder, and he hits your soft spongy patch just right, striking it repeatedly until you’re seeing stars, the knot unraveling, pleasure rapidly spiraling through you.
“Good girl, that’s it, make a mess of my cock, there ya go,” he says, watching your mouth go slack, his name strangled on your tongue. “I know, I know, Peach, I got ya, let go for me.” Bucky fucks you through, his lips slotting over yours, the wet salacious sounds of skin slapping reverberating across the room, over the faint crack of the headboard splintering in pieces.
You feel so fucking good, tears burn your eyes as the knot forms again before your first orgasm ends, his hips vulgarly pounding into yours until you fall apart again and then again coaxing you through each one until you’re only able to whimper something that vaguely resembles his name.
“So proud of you pretty girl, that’s what I wanted. But I’m not done with you. Should have just let me finish, Peach,” Bucky tsks.
His words drift through the dull roar in your ears, you shake your head, mumbling out a huh.
Letting go of your wrists, Bucky places his weight on his elbows, cool air rushing between your heated bodies, you take a deep breath in, moaning softly as he slips out of you. Bucky kisses his way down your body, his tongue lapping at your salt-tinged skin until he’s above your cunt.
You blearily glance down at him. “Wha-?”
“Oh Peach, you know I'm insatiable.” He says, his teasing tone breaking through your post-orgasmic haze. His darkened blue eyes flicker up to your hands still above your head, following his gaze, you try to bring them down but you’re too weak to move. "Let's see you run now."
He waits until the realization that he did this on purpose dawns in your widening eyes. Bucky places his hands on your sweat-laced thighs, spreading them apart. He smirks, his tongue sweeping across his bottom lip.
“Told you. I wasn’t done eating my pussy.”
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Summary: She broke his heart but you're not going to let her win. Bucky deserves the best and you're going to give it to him.
Pairing: Chu
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