･:✴*warnings: Language, smut, dub-con, drunk sex, oral (f-receiving), Peter being a sneaky sneaky boy, manipulation...?, somnophilia. Skip this one if any of this makes you uncomfortable.
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･:✴*summary: Peter's girlfriend was never good with her liquor, and one night when she has a little too much, he decides to have a little fun with her.
･:✴*a/n: Nsfw Twitter is my savior. I can't remember the username of the account that inspired this one. But just know this isn't completely my idea, I just built on it. This one is a shorty so-
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A crescendo of drunk giggles erupted through the hallway of the apartment complex, two seemingly intoxicated kids making their way home from an exciting night out, one obviously drunker than the other.
Peter Parker made himself rules when he went off to college, and one of them happened to be to never get too drunk. He was certainly tipsy. But his girlfriend was drunk.
She too hadn't planned on drinking so much, but Tony's open bar at a party seemed to beckon her in. One Sex on the Beach turned into four. Then came Jell-o shots and the spiked gummy bears. It was a wonder she wasn't passed out yet.
Peter would never admit this out loud, out of fear of sounding like a creep, but he liked seeing his girlfriend like this. He knew how stressed she could get, so to see her completely let loose and become vulnerable like this with him, made his heart swell with a warm fuzzy feeling.
He pulled out his keys and fumbled with the lock of the door, while y/n began to babble on about something interesting she saw on the way there. An enthusiastic comment about skinny-dipping on the roof and an onslaught of giggles later, Peter finally got the door unlocked, ushering his stumbling partner into his apartment.
Sloppily making her way over to his bed, yawning a high-pitched yawn before mumbling, "m' so sleepyyyy," before collapsing on the bed, Peter chuckling. With the force of her drop, he didn't fail to notice that her skirt lifted ever so slightly, exposing her thighs.
God, Peter loved her. And now here she was, drunk, vulnerable, and beautiful. All his.
"You should go to sleep then, baby," he concluded, beginning to take off his tie (and slightly struggling).
She blubbered something unintelligible about sleeping on a cloud before shifting her legs. Now her skirt was shifted higher, her lack of underwear now completely visible to a lovesick Peter Parker.
This is when he knew he couldn't control himself anymore, approaching his sweet, sleepy baby, beginning to caress and rub on her thighs, parting them slowly, before putting his head down in between them.
"That ticklesss," she moaned quietly, drooling.
"I'm not doing anything, go to sleep baby," he insisted, his mouth going back down as he began to tenderly lick and suck at her now wet folds.
His tongue danced across her sensitive clit as she gave small whimpers and sleepy mumbles of his name.
"Wha are you doinnn'," she moaned out more intensely now, her hips moving at their own accord.
Yet her eyes were still closed, mind drifting between sleep and being wide awake, the alcohol not improving the decision.
"M' not doing anything, sweetheart, you just drank too much is all," Peter insisted once again.
"N-No, I definitely feel somethin'."
She was confused, her world spinning as she felt a tingle between her legs that was completely indistinguishable. It was warm but felt strange. But she invited the feeling.
"You're not making any sense, baby, just go to sleep, okay?" he coaxed, "I'm gonna take good care of you."
"M'kay," she mumbled into the sheets, her consciousness waning.
His fingers were now at her entrance. Rubbing soft circles around it, he continued to use his mouth to bring her pleasure, before he slipped his fingers inside her, making her jolt, but relax only seconds later, welcoming his fingers as he set a timely pace, making her moan in her newfound state of sleep.
Suddenly, her body tensed and trembled as she came, gushing into his mouth as she released, just as he wanted her to. He couldn't help but let out a groan as he tasted her cum on his tongue, lapping it up like a man starved.
Once she was finished, Peter stood, getting up and walking to the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out some wine that was never finished, pouring himself a glass as he sat down with his back against the headboard, his best girl's head on his lap as he gently stoaked her hair.
Soon enough, they both floated to sleep in each other's arms, blissfully in love.
(Sorry if this was shitty, my writing is a little rusty. Bare with me, more stuff to come.)
So the new Spider-Man trailer came out, so everyone is hopping back on the Peter Parker/Tom Holland train, so that means people will actually read my stuff if I write for him, so GUESS WHAT IM DOING. I’m excited to start writing again, it’s been forever since I’ve written for him so *aha* buckle in buddies. :)
I love y’all, thanks for the notes and such, much appreciated. I love all 1,342 of you (and the rest of you).
So I haven't posted on this tumblr page in a fat min. And for that I am sorry. I'm gonna start writing some requests so that's gonna be fun. Sorry I basically went on a hiatus without saying anything.
༄Warnings: Smut, blood/gore, language, mature themes, 18+, minors DNI
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༄Summary: You're a creature as old as time. And Bucky is entranced by you. (vampire!reader x Bucky)
The moment that Bucky saw you, he was completely enamored. Looking at you was seemingly a gift. You were dressed like an angel, a white cocktail dress with shoes and gold hoops to match. Simple, and yet would be like a beacon of light; a flame and Bucky was nothing but a mere moth just like the other gentleman whose prying eyes made his blood boil.
Possession was all he could feel as he finally made his decision to get up from his sulking corner and go out on the dance floor, where you were surrounded by men who were desperate to get a taste.
Grabbing hands, tentative stares, and desperate body language surrounded you as you danced without a care in the world. As if there was no one watching, your own little world surrounding you.
As Bucky finally pushed his way through the crowd of horny and otherwise intoxicated men, he finally was able to see your body in full view. To say the least, he liked what he saw.
Finally, he slid up behind you, making a bold move and placing his gloved hands on your hips. The moment your eyes locked with his was the moment he knew that there was no escape, and maybe he was okay with that.
You suddenly turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you close, swaying to the beats echoing through the building. Other men looked to him in envy, but Bucky couldn't care less, not when he was staring at one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
Your skin was flawless, your hair perfect, your curves fitting against his hands like a puzzle piece. The lights blared on around you two as you felt him press himself as close as he could to you, your touch like a drug.
You then caught sight of his dangling dog tags against his red Henley, and you smirked as you looked at him, "What brings you here, soldier boy...?" you tease as you look at him intently for an answer.
Bucky stuttered on his thoughts as he tried to think straight, "Uhm, I was just with a couple of friends, and I think I'm kind of just... on my own now...," he admitted, "What about you?"
"Looking for someone to pass the time with." you admitted truthfully, and of course he would never understand the gravity of your response, barely anyone ever could.
"Well, look to farther," he smirked, pulling you closer to his hulking form.
You suddenly pulled away and slipped out of his grasp impressively quickly.
"Where are you going?" he called over the blast of the music.
You turned around, giving him a playful smirk, before calling back, "Going to get a drink!"
And like a moth drawn to a flame, he followed closely behind.
"You're so full of shit!"
Your laughter was music to Bucky's ears as he leaned against the bar as you sat in a seat, sipping of a Gin & Tonic with a bendy straw.
"It's the truth," he put his hand over his heart with false sincerity.
"There's no way you stayed in Wakanda and met the king. Interesting story, but I doubt it," you jabbed back.
"Believe what you want to believe, but I have." he swore, taking another swig of a bear he knew he couldn't get drunk off of, "Alright then, Miss Cynical, what have you got in the arsenal. You've had to have had some sort of misadventures,"
She paused but only for a second. She has seen many, many things. If only he knew.
"Umm... let's see... I've traveled to 72 of the 195 countries in the world. Lived in Romania for 4 years, France for 2, but I figured after being in the U.K. for 12, I thought it was time to come home."
"So your American?"
"Originally, yes."
"Huh. It's just that you have an accent and... I just can't quite seem to place it."
Bucky would know. He had traveled many years as well. More than he'd care to remember.
You brushed it off, "I take it you've had your fair share of 'misadventures'?" you jabbed back.
"If only you knew."
The hours passed quickly, and by 2 in the morning, people began to filter out one by one, and finally, you decided it was time to take your leave as well.
But you really didn't want to. You had the most interesting conversations you'd had in decades. He was truly a man out of time. Literally. He let it slip about the Avengers, and to say the least, it opened up a can of worms.
He was oddly open about most things. How he was with the Avengers, how he was taken in the snap (you, however, weren't), and how he really did stay in Wakanda. But he spoke of nothing farther back than that.
You decided not to pry. If you knew one thing, it was that people had secrets, and they could get very good at hiding them.
Finally, the two of you decided to shuffle your way to the door, and once you swung it open, you immediately regretted not getting an uber before getting there.
It was pouring rain, the thunder now clearly heard now that there wasn't any blaring music to block it out. Bucky looked at you suggestively.
"It's fine, I... I can call a cab or something," you tried, but Bucky wasn't having any of it.
"Come on, doll, I can give you a ride home."
The two of you quickly ran out into the rain as he used his jacket to cover the both of you, and yet despite the rain, he still walked to the passenger side with you and opened the door, a gentlemanly smile on his features.
Once he got in, he reached to turn the car on but was stopped in his tracks. Next to him, he saw you looking up out of the windshield on the end of the sheet, watching the rain as it fell and slipped down the glass. You had seen rain millions of times before. But every time you did, it made you pause and remember the life you had lived; the things you had seen.
You felt a pair of eyes staring, and you pulled your gaze away from the water droplets to look at the culprit.
"What?" you asked, and Bucky just grabbed you, your lips meeting his, the sound of the rain hitting the metal of the car making the moment that much more special.
You made the bold decision to mount his lap, your tongue mangling with his as you just... felt. It had been a while since you had done that.
The kiss seemed to last for eternity as you softly ground on his growing erection, his breathing picking up. You started to go lower, your lips meeting his jaw as you took a desperate inhale of air against his flesh.
"I can smell the sunlight on your skin," you finally muttered, your hands on his biceps, "You smell so good...,"
"I'm flattered," he nervously chuckled.
Finally, you pulled back, and Bucky gave you a confused, otherwise terrified glance. That was when you noticed that your fangs were out, the moonlight outside the tinted windows of the car.
"Are you scared?" you muttered, knowing that you were going to get what you wanted whether he liked it or not. But you would rather him be conscious and willing.
His look of confusion morphed into something more. Something darker. Lustful. Taking his thumb, he reached up and pushed your top lip up and exposed your canine at the root. He then looked you dead in the eyes, shaking his head 'no' softly.
He then took one of his gloves off. Soon enough his whole jacket was off, and he revealed a harsh metal arm that beamed just as brightly. Who were you to judge? You refused to pry. You knew what it was like for society to hate you because you weren't what they wanted you to be. You move your hands up and down the sleek metal, the plates shifting as your fingertips grazed it.
You gave him a compassionate smile, leaning over and whispering "It'll only hurt for a second, but it'll start to feel good, I promise."
You went lower before giving a gentle kiss to a spot on his neck —a warning — before biting deeply into his neck as he let out a pornographic moan.
His blood was intoxicating. Like plums, whisky, and a sharp spike of mint. His flavors were vivid, addictive, and you let out a verbal moan as you tasted him on your tongue.
You suddenly jerked your head back, a gasp leaving your mouth as your lips parted, your eyes searching his, "What are you?" you pried, confusion etched across your face, your hands now holding his face.
"I'm whatever you want me to be."
That was true. At this point, even he didn't know what he was, everything that he was, a blurry memory. A soldier. A lady's man. A best friend. A fighter. Now he didn't know what he was. He was hoping that you could help him figure that out.
Assuming you weren't going to get a definitive answer, yet at least, you brushed it off, pressing a loving kiss to his forehead, before leaning down and sucking more of his sweet, addicting blood from his veins, another groan leaving his mouth as he leaned his head to the side, giving you more access, your hungry tongue probing and licking.
His hands wandered eagerly, grabbing whatever it could on your body as he tried to catch his breath, his body suddenly relaxing, his body no longer feeling pain but rather absolute pleasure.
His head was now cocked up as he gasped for air, feeling as if the air was sucked from his lungs, not in malice but in pleasure as he felt his body well up with heat.
You pulled yourself away from him, pricking your finger on one of your teeth and rubbing it on his bite marks, the gashes closing up almost instantly.
Bucky then weakly reached up, now cupping your face in his hands, speechless.
"Can I keep you?" you whispered in a hushed tone, your crimson-red eyes meeting his crystal blues.
Bucky nodded, enveloped in your gaze.
The words that came out next slipped out before he could stop them:
"Wanna head back to my place?"
The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated as you fell through the opening doors of the elevator of his apartment complex. You stumbled down that hall in an unsynchronized jumble of needy grabs and touches.
Bucky finally reached the door, grabbing his key and trying to put it in the lock, missing the mark completely and dropping his key to the ground.
Begrudgingly he broke the kiss and frantically shoved it in the lock, unlocking the door and slamming the door open, the two of you tumbling inside and letting your lips lock once again.
You were able to catch a glimpse at your environment when you broke the kiss, noticing how Bucky must have truly been a minimalist.
"Nice place," you joked, smirking at him.
"What can I say? I like a tidy home."
He then wrapped his hands around yours and pulled you to the bedroom. Your dress almost disappeared like a rabbit in a hat, you didn't even feel it leave your body as he tore it off, the only indication was the cool temperature hitting your skin.
Bucky was delighted to find you weren't wearing a bra as he leaned over you, his lips immediately finding your exposed chest. You mewled as his tongue probed at your nipple, using his flesh hand to tweak and pinch the other.
You felt yourself get hotter despite your normally cool temperature, and you loved it. You had spent so long looking for a man like Bucky to make you feel like a little girl all over again. To make you hot. To make you feel like maybe your life was taken from you just so you could meet him.
You bucked your hips up to the erection he had been sporting since you pierced his neck. He let out a primal growl, taking off your panties, leaving you completely nude.
"So fucking gorgeous, like a goddess," he praised before driving in between your necks, wasting no time licking a wide strip up your sex, making you whine in surprise.
Your attempts to make him go faster here futile as you bucked your hips, gripping his hair like a vice. You verbally whined as you tried to get him to do something— anything— but your patience began to wane.
Even though Bucky's go-to tactic was to tease his women until they couldn't take it anymore, he had never met you.
Before he knew it, you moved quickly, standing him up and flinging him on the bed face-up, your hips over his face in seconds, your hand stroking his hair gently.
Bucky stared up at you in shock and awe, nobody has ever thrown him around. He certainly wasn't opposed. His shock turned into pure, unfiltered lust, his hands placed on your thighs, hungrily pulling your pussy to meet his lips, where he then ate you like a man starved.
Using his hair and an anchor, you ground yourself over his eager tongue, your moans only queuing him to lick and suck at your precious pearl even harder than before.
"Fuck Bucky! So fucking good, baby," you praised, throwing your head back as your fangs made their presence known with a smooth 'pop'.
Your hands changed tactics as you moved yourself to lean back, one hand gripping at the headboard, the other sat on his textured abs, your nails making the skin under red and sensitive.
Before you knew it, you were on the edge. Your body was screaming for release, your hormones going into overdrive as you went harder—faster— praying that your coil would snap.
"'M gonna cUM— Bucky fuck!!" You gasped as you finally slipped into your state of nirvana, your body buzzing.
You shook in your ecstasy, perfect noises slipping from your lips as you felt Bucky lick up everything you gave him. Meanwhile, he was in heaven, suffocated by your thighs as he lapped at your ambrosia. You were the most delicious pussy he had ever had.
After Bucky finally detached his mouth from your core, he looked up at you lazily, and you moved your hips down, your dripping pussy hovering over his painfully hard erection.
"You're amazing, Bucky...," you muttered, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Something more than lust or infatuation. You were ready to make him completely and utterly yours.
You reached down, lining him up with you, and kissed your way down his jaw and to his neck. You suddenly sunk down, your teeth piercing his skin as he let out a lewd moan, pleasure coursing through his veins as you began to move on him, bouncing your hips at a sensual pace.
You sucked at his life force with volition, your pace never faltering as it increased, your body nothing but a thief, and at this point, Bucky would let you take everything he had.
You pulled away to look at him, smirking as you felt his blood surround your mouth, coating your teeth as you continued to bring him pleasure.
"Mine," you growled, "All mine."
Bucky nodded in his daze, "Yours. Promise."
Your lips met in a sloppy kiss as you felt him tense up, knowing he was close. Mischievously, you took his flesh hand, placing it where you needed him most. You wanted nothing more than to cum with him.
"I can feel you," you groaned out, "So fuckin' deep,"
Bucky was in a submissive daze, nodding to whatever you said as his mind blurred in pleasure and need. His skin was almost electrifying as you felt his blood run through you.
"So come on. Cum for me. Cum inside me," you moaned, Bucky watching as your breasts bounced with every movement of your hips, "Wanna cum for me, Bucky?"
"Yes! Please, I want it! I want it, please," he whined as you smirked, you couldn't have asked for a better response.
"Cum," you commanded, as you felt your body tense up as well, and just like that you came the hardest you had in almost a decade, your world going white.
You felt yourself scream out as you collapsed on top of the man below you, your body limp as he continued to thrust up into you, letting out a guttural, filthy moan as he came inside of you.
You felt him fill you up, your eyes open as you tried to center your vision, your mind scrambled as you listened to Bucky's adorable little noises.
You rode out each other's highs, your lover panting like a dog, his eye closed as he tried to gather himself as well. When he eventually caught his breath, he couldn't help but look down at you in amazement.
"Absolutely incredible," he murmured as he put his hand to your face, stroking gently.
If you had blood pumping in your veins, you would have blushed, "As are you."
"Can you turn into a bat?" Bucky looked up at you with the curiosity of a child as you gently stroked his hair.
You had spent hours taking him apart, so it felt only right that you held him in your arms and on your lap, stroking his hair gently as his eyes hazed over with sleepiness.
You let out a light-hearted chuckle, "No. I can't. Although that sounds fun, no?"
"What can you do?" he continued to question as he held you a little bit tighter.
"I can... move at rapid speeds, but you already knew that, didn't you?" You jabbed, Bucky letting out a hearty laugh, "I'm immortal, I have a strong influence, I can even sense people who have drank my blood."
"Sense as in how?" Bucky didn't know why he was suddenly so worried.
"I can sense your emotions. I'll know where you are so I can find you quickly," you explained.
"What am I feeling now?"
You paused at the question, a sense of slight pity crossing you as you looked down to him. You closed your eyes, closing everything out in a means to feel him. A stream of consciousness crossed you.
"You're...," you paused, "You're feeling affectionate. In love. Vulnerable." you started, "But you're also feeling unsure... skeptical..."
Bucky liked knowing what he felt. Being told what he was actually feeling. Some days he felt as if there was nothing left. A void where his feelings once were.
"How old are you?" he questioned suddenly.
"Exactly or a rough estimate?" you joked.
"Exactly."
You sighed with a smile on your face, remembering the memories of the past.
"I'm 207 years old. I was born in 1813."
Bucky sat up. He had never met anyone that much older than him. He thought he was one of the oldest living fossils on the planet. But you were just full of surprises.
"D-Do you remember Steve?" Bucky questioned, tears welling in his eyes.
"Rogers? I mean... I saw him in posters in the '40s. Even saw one of his performances. But something told me he wasn't a fan of showbiz. Then after he got out of the ice, I saw him on TV. Mostly news channels."
Bucky winced. If you had seen Steve on the news, there was no doubt that you had also seen him on the news, and that-
"I know you aren't a bad man, James."
Bucky winced as you used his name, but nonetheless, the statement brought more tears.
"Say it again...," he pleaded, closing his eyes as he heard your melodic voice say what he had been wanting to hear for centuries.
"You realize I can't let you go now, right?" He cupped your face gently in his hands as if he might break you, but even with his super-soldier status, you were the one who should be worried about breaking him.
Warnings: Smut (obvi), language, kinky, 18+ in general
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A/n: I'm also planning on doing some other characters!!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Bucky doesn't want you to feel abandoned after sex, and depending on the time of day and how long you've been going at it, he'll maybe do some extra things for you, (running a bath, making you food, massages). But normally he'll clean up his mess and get you some water and cuddle you, at least until you can catch your breath. He'll always ask you if he's hurt you, because that's his worst fear, hurting you in such an intimate moment.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On him: he loves his flesh hand. He loves being able to feel you under his fingertips, and even the simple, polite, and romantic gesture of holding your hand and being able to feel it. He adores the feeling of your skin on his.
On you: arguably, he loves every part of you. He'll tell you that all the time. But if he had to choose one, he would have to choose your thighs. He loves kissing up and down on them when he's teasing you, or how you'll jump when his chilly metal arm touches the sensitive skin. He loves holding onto them and holding them open while tasting you ;)
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Back when Bucky was a real lady's man, it was common knowledge back then that cum was kind of a taboo topic. But now, being introduced to so much, he's kind of a sucker for it. If he cums inside of you, he will be more than happy to lick the mess out of your cunt if you give him the okay. He also likes seeing his cum painted across your lower back or your face. And not to mention the fact that he'll get hard again almost immediately if you swallow.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He's always had a fantasy of fucking you with his old Winter Soldier mask on. He knows it's a part of his life that he never wants to think about again. But something about the thought of cumming inside you with the mask on and you begging for it... it gets him painfully hard. A guilty, guilty pleasure.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
James Barnes was a WOMANIZER in the '40s, obviously. He knew what he was doing and how to do it. So yes, it's safe to say that Bucky has had his fair share of late-night rendezvous with women in his time. He knows all the right buttons to push to keep you going for as long as you can.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
I think it's safe to say that Bucky would love a woman that would think she's in charge, but really he's the one pulling the ropes. He loves cowgirl with a passion. He loves having the perfect view of your breasts when they bounce, and access to your ass and thighs, which he'll sometimes pinch when you're going too slow for his taste. He also knows that he goes so much deeper in that position, and he knows that you love it too. It's a win-win for both of you
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
The most Bucky will do in a heated moment is make a sarcastic comment. But other than that, that man is completely devoted to making you feel good. Hyperfocus mode is turned on, and he wants to remember everything about you instead of worrying about making you laugh. That's for outside the bedroom in his eyes.
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Bucky is old-fashioned. He has a bush down there but keeps it moderately trimmed. (He tried shaving it all off once and it itched for days so that scared him off from going bald). It isn't long but it isn't short either.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
After hopping around from one fight to the next for almost 70 years, he craves a calm life. He loves savoring and remembering tender moments like this with you. He loves memorizing your body, and vise versa for you as well. He wants to make sure you feel loved and loves it when he gets the same in return. He just loves you too much, okay? He wants to treasure every second with you. And trust me, he does.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Bucky refrains from jacking off when you aren't around because he loves making love. He'll only touch himself when he's away and he really, really misses you. He has a picture of you in a bikini that he has on his phone that he uses and it works every time. It's probably the only thing he really uses his phone for anyway-
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He always felt some sort of indifference to the 'daddy' kink. It was around back in the day and always felt weird when he was with a girl and she called him that bizarre name. But when you came along, it surprisingly turned him on, and his past resentment disappeared for it. So now you'll sometimes call him daddy to get him to finish faster when you're in a pinch or a time crunch. He also loves the thought of breeding. The thought of you swollen with his baby, being so completely his makes his hormones go through the roof.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Hopeless romantic Bucky is usually partial to doing it in bed, it seems more intimate in that way, but if he had to pick an unconventional place for a quickie, he would probably go with the shower. The water makes it easier to slip in and seeing you with wet hair just does something to him. He loves it.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Bucky may not admit it, but he's a horny little spaz. And seeing your tongue in action really gets him going. Popsicles, ice cream, licking off your spoon, even licking your finger to wipe something off his face does something that funnels his blood straight to his cock.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
He would never, I mean never, do anything to hurt you. Even if you have a pain kink. Even if it's something you really wanted. He doesn't want to hurt people anymore and is completely against making your sex violent. He just wants tender loving.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Bucky is a giver. He's a pussy licking wizard. He can make any woman cum in a span of fewer than 5 minutes. He knows all the right buttons to push and all the right places to lick and suck. He won't stop until you're a blubbering mess beneath him, not even remembering your own name. He loves it.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Bucky tries to be slow and sensual, but it really depends on the type of day he's had. If he's had a hard day, and just needs you and your pussy, that man won't hesitate to fuck you into oblivion if you give him the okay. But he'll always ask if you're okay after.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
If he really really needs you and sees no other way, he'll do a quickie with you, but he mostly likes doing it in bed where sex in his opinion feels best.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Risk isn't really something he would want to bring into his sex life. He wants a chilled-out love life and doesn't want you to feel unsafe or uncomfortable with him like that.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He's a super-soldier. Everything about him is literally enhanced to the top tier, and he can go so so many rounds and not get tired until like the 5th. He will go as long as you'll allow him to.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
There's a theory circulating that Bucky's vibranium arm can vibrate, so you can most certainly believe he'll use that on you. Absolutely. But other than that, he likes the rawness of just himself to pleasure you. (It would probably hurt his ego if he used anything other than himself to make you cum.)
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He is a T-E-A-S-E. Straight up, he loves making you squirm. Maybe it's small, almost inaudible whispers in your ear at a dinner table or a not-so-subtle hand on your upper thigh during movie night. But don't worry, he'll totally make it up to you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He won't ever admit this to you, but he holds in a lot of noises. Back then, it was more common for the woman to make all the noise, and for men to give nothing but groans or grunts. But you teach him slowly how to loosen up.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Loves watching you drift off into sleep after having an orgasm. The flutter of your eyelashes or the desperate sighs. You look so perfect and blissed out and euphoric when you do. His perfect doll.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He was packing in the '40's, but thanks to the super-soldier serum, he's now a shower and a grower. We're talking 7 inches soft, 9 inches hard. Good luck, girlie ;)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He will take you anytime. Literally, you say the word and he's zoomin home, don't test him, he'll do it.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He refuses to fall asleep until you do. He likes watching you fall asleep and once he's sure you're safe, he'll eventually drift off too with his perfect girl in his arms.
Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, possessive Wanda, mind control
Yandere Prompts
Summary: Things haven’t been the same since Wanda move you to Westview
Prompt: 1
A/n: Bored bored bored bored
A hollow shell of the person you once were looked at you in the mirror with another figure perched behind it, a plastic smile on both of your faces. It was you in the mirror but you didn’t recognize it.
But there you were, smiling at Wanda as she placed a pearl necklace around your neck as she locked eye with you in the mirror. Her eyes were vibrant, and you were almost sure that her smile wasn’t fake.
But yours was.
Wanda never wanted it to come to this. She wanted you to go along with an easy, simple life, but after a while of your struggling, she got tired and realized that you needed a little shove.
So in came Westview. A small insignificant town that nobody would really notice went missing. The perfect white-picket fence life that she wanted for you, her darling, to witness and become infatuated with, living the rest of your days with her in a comfy two story house, accepting her love like she always wanted you to.
“They look incredible, honey,” she smiled at you before laying a soft kiss to your shoulder.
You wanted to scream. Kick. Punch. But all that came out of your robotic-like mouth was, “Thank you so much, Wanda, I love them.”
You didn’t.
“I’m so glad! I spent a while looking for them, but you know me,” she paused to chuckle a little bit and a shiver went down your spine, “I’d do anything for you.”
You didn’t doubt it. You could think back to how things were before, at the compound. The way her eyes would flash red when Steve or Bucky would get to comfortable around you, or when Natasha would get too close during movie nights.
That’s why she saw it so fit to take you away from all of it. To make you totally and completely hers. The secondary character in her real-life twisted sitcom.
You body turned on it’s own accord, turning to face the last person on earth you wanted to see, “I love you, Wanda.”
Her eyes lit up brighter as her smile became wider. She gasped in delight, “My darling, I love you too! With all my heart,” she embraced you for a hug, and right as her mouth was next to your ear, she whispered, “I did this out of love. I’m doing this out of love,”
A quiet conformation that she thought that what she was doing to you was right, was good. What a twisted conclusion to make.
Unnoticable to her, your eyes welled up with tears, and when she connected your lips to hers, your eyes closed, the silenced tears dropping onto your 1950′s style dress.
And that was when you lost all hope. That was when you realized that she would never let you go.
៚Request: "Ngl that yandere Peter ask made me like 👀👀 So how about 6 + 21 from the delusional quotes with subby, delusional yan Peter who just wants to be loved."
៚A/N: Yikes, spring break is here and it's time to lock myself in and write the stuff I've been putting off :)
March was such a fickle month, a stitching of two completely different fabrics. The weather dancing back and forth, where winter must give up its reigns and pass it over to Spring. A time of rebirth. A time of new beginnings.
And you knew the moment that you saw Peter Benjamin Parker, your closest friend, plunge a knife into your date's chest, you knew that whatever chapter of your life you were in had come to a close, a sick sense of knowing that things weren't going to be the same after witnessing what you did.
The look on Peter's face when he turned and realized you were there was gut-turning. A stone-cold expression melting like ice into an expression of pure horror and regret. Not regret of what he did, but rather regret that you needed to see it, that you happened to see it.
The one moment you had to be nosey was the moment that someone you were truly falling for met their end. And in their own apartment no less. The only reason he took off his mask to his Spiderman ensemble was because he wanted your lastest lover to know that he was the man you were going to love for the rest of your life. The one that was going to stick.
A three-strike tally of shock for you. Your best friend was one: Spiderman, two: a murderer, and three: madly and unconditionally in love with you. But at that moment, you had yet to know the latter. Only the first two were the most confrontational.
"No, nononono," Peter sputtered out, dropping the knife onto the ground with a clatter, making you jump, making the welled up tears that had built up finally spill over and drop down your perfect complexion.
He suddenly lurched toward you as you tried to run, and you got down the hall. But you felt a pullback by your waist, and you screamed out and wailed in fear, praying that you weren't next.
You pleaded with him as you were pressed completely against his chest, "Please, please Peter, don't hurt me, please, please," you cried, a seemingly endless set of tears running down your face as you tried to catch your breath and struggle against him, but his arms were like steel against you, "Let me go, let me go,"
He sunk down to the floor with you, propping himself up against the wall, holding you tightly as you struggled to get away from him. With one arm with remarkable strength holding you in place, he took his other arm, his hand shifting his fingers to gently grasp your chin, making you look at him.
His heart clenched as his gaze met yours. His perfect bunny trembling and crying with swollen eyes and tear-stained cheeks. Your eyes were red and your face etched with an expression of fear and detestment.
His thumb subconsciously drifted across your cheek as he cradled it, shushing you quietly, a small smear of blood now in his thumb's wake as he whispered to you, "Pretend you never saw that, I can't stand to see you so scared," he pleaded with you, your pain hurting him as well.
You were still in shock as your brain tried to process the fact that your ex-soon-to-be-boyfriend was laying on the ground, dead, bleeding out, and you were in the arms of the one responsible.
"W-Why?" you rasped out, your body so tensed you knew it would hurt later.
"Because, bunny, you're supposed to be mine. I saw how he looked at you, he had the wrong kind of ideas, I didn't want you to get hurt. Not like this, not again...,"
"So you stabbed him in the chest?" you cried out in confusion and anger, blinded by the new tears that threatened to spill at his confession.
"Yes because it was the only way to end it for good. Because you're mine. You always have been, since we were kids. You've seen every part of me, and I've seen every part of you. On the inside at least," he muttered the last part in spite of himself.
"Peter I don't-"
His large hand was over your mouth, the look on his face no longer soft but menacing and rigid, not even wanting to know how the sentence would end. And a delusional mind like his could take something like that.
"Please just let me love you properly. Like you should be. All I want is you. All I've ever wanted was you." he confessed, his expression loosening up, a sickeningly sweet smile now crossing it, "You're going to love your new home. It's big and perfect, and I stalked up on your favorite food."
He pauses and takes in your face, and it was drained of all emotion. In shock and tuned out.
"Please don't hate me for this...," he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a syringe, popping the cap off as your eye widened in fear as you whimpered, the sounds of protest muffled by the rough skin of the superhero's hands wrapped around your mouth.
With a prick to the neck, you felt the substance enter your system as you wailed out before you felt the world around you fade around you, going completely limp in your admirer's arms.
Peter's hand let your face go, letting your head drop back as he cradled you, brushing loose strands of hair away from your face, smiling down at you looking so peaceful.
Summary: Bucky has been working hard at getting over the trauma that came from being the Winter Soldier, and you do your best to help him through it. But a particularly painful memory almost breaks him.
Warnings: ANGST (I’m so sorry y’all), explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (F receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex), soft!broken!Bucky, fluffy ending, TW: this fic contains implications of animal cruelty in a character’s past. It is extremely vague and non-specific but I will put a warning in the text itself if you still would like to read but this particular type of thing upsets you. Please be mindful of it my soft babies!! SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!!
A/N: This is my entry to the Happy Hoelentine’s Day gift exchange hosted by the absolutely fabulous @chrissquares, @drabblewithfrannybarnes and @amythedvdhoarder. My giftee was @bucky-the-thigh-slayer happy v-day sweetie! 😘
Soo, apparently, I cannot just write a sprinkling of angst, I have to write cut your heart out of your chest and watch it beat in front of your face angst. This fic made me cry while writing it so if you are a big softie, you might want to skip this one. Don’t worry, I gave everyone a nice, fluffy, soft ending to soothe the pain!
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You weren’t sure what had initially roused you from sleep. Maybe it was the fact that you were used to Bucky’s frame being draped over you, smothering you with his body heat. Whatever had woken you at first, the sound of shattering glass snapped you from your dazed state immediately.
You flew out of the bed and ran towards the bathroom. The light was leaking from underneath the door and when you wrenched it open, you swore under your breath.
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