Series Summary: Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers are sex poured into tight pants and given a rock band to spread the gospel of their cocks to the masses. And you just know you gotta meet them.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x female!reader
A/N: Everything I write is explicit. You must be 18+ to read.
Main Masterlist | ko-fi
Playlist:
Backstage Pass: Songs From The Road (Listen Like A Howling Commando)
Moodboards:
Characters:
Band Members
Bucky+Steve+princess 4eva
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Chapters:
Could I Come Again, Please
The Past Is Now Part Of My Future
I Carry Bands-Aids On Me Now
I Spit Diamonds
In The Land Of Idiot Boys [Alpine]
Drive Our Ships To New Lands
Aqua Sea Foam Shame // You're The Queen Of My Heart
You’re The One Who Makes Me Sing
She Lost Control Again
This Dog Is Going To Get You [Alpine]
Spice Up Your Life, Come Get A Freak
He'll Need Us When He Wakes Up
Rain
Onomatopoeia: The Bet
Black Plaid
Don't Mind Me
Bruise // Ours // Mine
My Girls
The Bull
Jackals
More?
Pip-Squeak (Affectionate)
Tap. Tap.
Birthday Series:
My Blood Is Made Of Whiskey [Steve's Birthday]
I Love Those Tough Guys With Their Thick Thighs [Reader's Birthday]
My Thighs Are Connected To You [Bucky's Birthday]
Kinktober Prompts:
She's Earned It In Spades [Steve x reader | Pegging]
Little Happy Noises [Bucky x Steve x reader | Butt plug]
Kick Ass Sci-Fi Shit [Bucky x reader | Fisting]
This Is How Reward Insomniacs Now [Bucky x Steve x reader | Mutual Masturbation]
Candy-Pink Cream [Bucky x reader | Knifeplay]
Green [Bucky x Steve x reader | Sadism/masochism]
Ravenous [Bucky x Steve | Rough sex]
Green Room Mirror [Steve x reader | Mirror sex]
Happy Halloween [Bucky x Steve x reader | Role play]
He’s Sorry [Bucky x Steve x reader | Sex in public]
Shark [Natasha x reader | Overstimulation]
My Pet [Loki x Clint | Degradation]
I Want Us To Watch [Steve x reader | Voyeurism/Being Recorded]
STFUATTDLAGG [Bucky x Steve x reader | Dildos]
The Leash [Spanking | Bucky x reader]
Bubbly [Object I serotonin | Clint x reader x Nat]
Get Down There [Bucky x Steve x reader | Boot Worship]
I’m Not Stopping You [Bucky x Steve x reader | Vibrators]
Deep Breath [Bucky x Steve x reader | Breathplay]
It Was Wonderful [Bucky x Steve x reader | Aftercare]
Happy Howlie-days:
Three Dollars And A Bag Of Red Vines
Secret Santa
Valentine's Day:
Needs Must When The Devil Drives
(Post) Easter:
Is This An Easter Thing?
Imagines/Asks:
You’ve Really Got A Hold On Me [Alpine]
This Is How All Their Debates End
We Were A Pair [Alpine]
Torture (Affectionate)
Meoow (I Let Alpine Name This Chapter) [Alpine]
Drabbles:
Gentleman’s Agreement
Little Pearl
Mouse | Sugar [Nat x reader]
Headcanons:
Has Princess Ever Used Her Safe Word l? [Ask]
Bucky, Alpine, and the Duckie Hat
So Where Do We Stand On Orgies? [Ask]
Of Princess And Her Period [Ask]
Okay, But Not This Hat, Thanks
Bucky Does Home Sweet Home [Seb's Insta Video]
How The Man Became The Myth [Captain America-era Stucky]
I've asked you some questions about what's your favorite Bucky stories you like to read and you never answered them😞😔 I also asked you if you have any recommendations for stories that you enjoy too😔 was that too personal?😞
Hi! Not too personal at all!
I actually haven’t received any of those asks 😭 I know tumblr is kind of weird and sometimes asks get lost- maybe that’s the case here?
Honestly I haven’t been reading much fanfic lately just because I am ~so~ swamped with school. But the first thing that comes to mind is @luxeavenger’s backstage pass series! I read it a long time ago, but it’s Bucky and Steve and Reader- plus Nat, Clint, and Scott, too.
The relationship between Bucky, Steve, and reader is insanely well crafted. I remember reading it for the first time quite some time ago and being absolutely enamored by the dynamic she created. That series has literally everything: love, humor, slutty outfits, pain, trauma, drugs, alpine, Scott with a colorful Mohawk- AND, it is some of the best smut I’ve ever read.
my sweet little baby sugar lump, you can’t say all of these beautiful things and not expect to summon me from the aether to deliver unto you the most gentle of forehead kisses
“I want us to watch me fuck you,” Steve purrs in your ear.
You’re laying down, playing on your phone, and suddenly he’s pressed against you from thigh to shoulder, breath warm in your ear, cock thick and hard, trapped between your bodies. His phone is out, grasped in his thick, ring-covered fingers; already recording, so he can watch your reaction to his request.
He hums, “Can we watch?”
With a vigorous nod, you moan, “Stevie, please.”
He grins at you, voyeuristic delight making his cock twitch against your ass.
He props the phone up on one of the bunk’s shelves, and pushes up to his knees, pulling you against him. He peels your shirt off over your head, and does the same with his tee.
Your back is pressed tight against his chest when he turns your head toward him, and kisses you deep. He mounds your tits in his hands so he can roll your nipples between his fingers. Teasing and tugging at the barbells until you squirm and whine.
“Feels so good when you grind against my cock like that,” he whispers against your lips. You grin wickedly and wiggle your ass against him, making him growl low in his chest.
He bounces your tits in his palms a little, then smacks them. You groan at the sudden sting, the heat of each slap melting into a burning ache that makes your pussy throb with need.
You moan, and on the screen of his phone you can see him smirk at you from over your shoulder. Pinching your tender nipples, tugging on the barbells, and rolling them between his fingers, he asks, “Like it when I hurt these perfect tits?”
“Yeah. I do, Stevie. Like it when it hurts,” you groan.
His hands on your thighs gently scoot your knees wider, opening your legs for him. “How about here?” He rumbles, then firmly slaps your mound.
You warble out his name, and sway on your knees when your legs go weak.
He lands another blow over your pussy, this one harder than the last. “Answer me,” he growls. “Do you like it when I smack this pussy, you little slut?” Each word of his question is punctuated with a slap to your sensitive cunt.
You nod weakly.
He grips your chin hard, “Use your words,” he murmurs.
“I love it, Steve,” you breathe softly. “Please don’t stop.”
A few more quick smacks to your mound, then he instructs, “Spread your pussy open for me. Lemme see how wet you are.”
Your fingers tremble when you open yourself for him.
One of his fingers drags though your slit to circle your clit. “Fuck. Look at you. You’re fucking dripping for me, princess.” He groans in appreciation. As soon as you start to relax into him, he smacks your clit with his fingertips.
You keen as the impact jolts through your body like an electrical current.
He watches your reactions on the screen of his phone. Swearing quietly, he smacks your clit again before plunging his fingers into your cunt.
You mindlessly grab his wrist and gasp, “‘S good. Feels so good, Stevie. Don’t stop.”
His fingers hook into your pussy hard, grinding the cool metal of his rings against your clit. Your back arches, and you mewl.
“Why would I stop, when you make such pretty noises for me?”
He starts fucking you with his fingers, and the bunk is full of the soft noise of your wet cunt sucking at the digits. He curses and grabs his phone, sweeping it down your body, and getting closer to your pussy. This results in a nice closeup of your juices coating his rings and dripping off his knuckles like honey.
“Fucking look at you, princess,” he says in a gravelly voice. He puts the phone back on the shelf, and grabs a handful of your hair, aiming your face at the camera. “Look at yourself. See how fucking sexy you look? Looking at you like this makes my cock ache.”
As if to emphasize his point, his dick throbs between your bodies.
“Stevie, ‘m gonna…” a reedy whine trickles out of your mouth while he expertly works your pussy.
“Gonna come for me?” He peppers kisses along the column of your throat, grinning against you when you nod. “Then cream on my fingers, princess.”
Throwing your head back against his shoulder, you come. Your back bows, and your legs tremble, hips reflexively bucking to grind you against Steve with every contraction of your inner walls. He has to throw an arm around your waist to hold you up, and you cling to it while mindlessly rocking your hips.
Steve’s fingers slow inside of you until you come back to yourself. He kisses his way from your shoulder to your neck, until he’s finally grazing his lips along the shell of your ear.
“Now thank me,” he murmurs.
“Stevie?”
“Thank me,” he repeats. “Thank me for making you come.”
You sigh your gratitude, barely audible, even in the relative quiet of your bunk.
Steve grabs your chin and aims you at his phone, where the screen shows you the stern look he’s giving you over your shoulder.
“I can’t fucking hear you,” he growls. “Do you want me to stop? Should I go jerk off in the bathroom instead? Maybe Bucky will come home soon, I bet he’ll be grateful for the orgasms…”
“No,” you whine.
“No, what?”
“Don’t stop.”
Using his grip on your chin, he gently shakes your head, “Then what do we say when someone does something nice for us?”
You give a feathery little gasp, then moan, “Thank you for making me come, Stevie.”
His face lights up with a radiant grin. “There’s my good girl.”
You whine, “Stevie, please fuck me. I need it.”
“Of course, princess,” he smirks into the camera. Reaching over you, he grabs his phone, then orders, “Get that perfect little pussy in the air for me.”
Without hesitation you fold forward, and Steve groans like someone punched him in the stomach. “Fuuuuuck, look at you.” He strums two fingers over your mound, and gets a closeup of the way your come splashes off your heated skin.
He gets a nice closeup of your pussy lips and tight asshole while he pushes down his joggers. Using the hand that isn’t on his phone, he jacks a fist up his dick, the heavy PA piercing makes a little jingling noise against the rings on his fingers. He drags the flushed head of his cock through your folds, using his piercing to tease your clit until your thighs shake, and you whine his name.
You get impatient when he teases you by pushing the tip of his dick into you, and pulling it out again, so the next time he dips into you, you shove back onto him. He relinquishes the grip on his shaft with a low groan.
“Fuck, princess,” he says, voice rough and breathless, “you’re just gonna use me like that?”
You gasp, “Yes, Stevie.”
He groans, “I fucking love it when you use me.” He zooms in on the place he disappears inside of you and pushes his thumb into your pussy next to his dick, then drags his wet thumb up and slips it into your asshole. “Now prove to me what a good girl you are, and fuck this big cock.”
He rolls his hips to get you started, and you take his momentum without a second thought.
Fucking yourself onto his cock with vigor isn’t enough for you though. He’s recording this, and you know he’ll show it to Bucky later, not to mention that you expect the three of you will also watch together.
So you want to put on a good show.
Dropping your chest down to the bed allows you to get your ass just a little higher into the air so he—and by extension, his camera—has a better view of your glistening cunt. You slam yourself down onto him, so the globes of your ass rebound with the impact.
You know this has the intended effect when Steve growls a curse. He smacks your ass hard. You choke out a cry and your pussy spasms around him, making Steve curse again.
“Goddamn, girl. The way you fucking clench around me when I do that.” His hand lands another stinging slap, and Steve grunts when your cunt clutches at him again.
He drops a string of spit onto his shaft and watches it vanish inside of you. “Christ, fucking look at you,” he groans. “Such a good little fucktoy. You were made to take my cock. Holy fuck.”
Soon, he gets greedy.
Goes a little crazy.
Tiring of the pace you’ve set, he reaches over you to place his phone back on the shelf, and slips his dick out of you. Spinning you to face him, he pulls you against his chest, urges your legs around his hips and guides his cock into you. He holds you up with one strong arm under your ass, and uses it to hoist you up and down to meet his hips. The other hand he wraps in your hair, and uses it to brace you against his punishing thrusts.
Fucking you fast and hard, and tension curls through your middle. You dig your fingers into his biceps, and whine, “Stevie, god. I- Oh, f-f-fuck.”
“Come for me,” he growls against your throat, “right now. Soak this cock like a good girl.”
The building tension breaks, and stars skitter across the back of your eyelids when you come. Keening his name, your body goes rigid against his, and your thighs crush his hips as your pussy milks his cock.
Caught in the clutch of your body, Steve curses as the heat of his orgasm boils down his spine, coursing out of him in hot waves. He bares his teeth and comes inside you with a growl.
He collapses onto the mattress with a sigh, taking you with him, so you’re both lying on your sides, nose to nose. He retrieves his phone, and holds it above you, centering you both in frame, grinning, sweaty, and thoroughly blissed out.
He gives you a soft little kiss on your nose, and says, “Thank you, princess.”
You giggle. “You don’t have to thank me.”
“It’s what we say when someone does something nice for us,” he recites what he said to you earlier with a studious tone and wry smile, chuckling when you snort a laugh.
He stops recording, and tosses his phone aside in favor of crushing you against his chest until you squirm out of his arms. “Where’d you go,” he pouts.
Seconds later, you plop down on top of him, holding your phone in his face.
You’re already recording, so you can watch his reaction. You purr into his ear, “I want us to watch me fuck you.”
He narrows his eyes, looks at you, then looks at your phone, then back at you.
He snatches you and rolls you underneath his big body. “Princess, did you just UNO Reverse me?”
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“That feels so fucking good, angel,” Clint praises, his head falling back against the padded wall. “Jeeze, your fuckin’ mouth.”
You hum around his cock and it jerks against your tongue, which has him rattling out a groan. It deepens when you press your tongue against the six barbells in the underside of his shaft. Your tongue bumps over them repeatedly, your fascination with them seemingly boundless.
You hum again, the dick in your mouth preventing your sound from forming into a moan, which is what that little noise would prefer to be, thanks to Natasha. Whose face is currently buried in your cunt.
Stuck between them, you feel overhot, and out of control. You feel everything, all at once. The soft carpet of the sex club’s private room cushions your knees as you kneel for them. The way Clint’s fingers tangle in the hair at the base of your neck to guide you over his cock, the scrape of his nails against your scalp, the salty taste of precome you lick out of his slit. Then there’s Natasha’s hand squeezing a bruise into the soft curve of your hip, the way her tongue dips inside of you, the playful graze of her teeth against your pussy lips, the way her fingers work inside of you while her thumb teases at your clit.
All of it. It’s overwhelming. It’s chaos. And it’s oh so fucking exquisite.
Then Clint pulls you off his cock, and stands to retrieve the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket next to the long couch. He takes a few pulls from the bottle, as Nat pulls you up to sit on your heels, with your back pressed against her front. One hand toys with your stiff nipples, and the other pulls your head back onto her shoulder, then squeezes your cheeks until your mouth pops open.
Clint takes another swig of champagne, then lets it drizzle it from his mouth to yours.
“Swallow it,” he orders.
With keen interest, he watches your throat bob as you swallow. As soon as he hums his satisfaction, he pulls you to your feet, and spins you so your back is against his front, and Natasha is on her knees at your feet.
The blue light in the room turns her flaming red hair to purple. The light makes her alabaster skin ghostly pale. The angel bites in her upper lip, the barbells in her nipples, and the jewel in her belly button capture the icy light, turning them arctic. She looks like a beautiful dead girl watching you avidly from her position between your legs.
“Isn’t she gorgeous,” Clint whispers against your ear.
“Very,” you gasp.
“Do you want her to eat your pussy?” The words are low and rough, and they go right to your cunt, making you squeeze your thighs together with a whimper.
The stunning woman on the floor at your feet smirks at you as she pushes your thighs apart again.
You whine desperately, “Please.”
“Then be a good girl for me.”
“You can do that, right? Be a good girl?” Natasha purrs from the floor, stroking a hand softly up your thigh to graze over your mound.
You curse quietly, and nod.
“Head back, angel,” Clint rasps in your ear, tapping your chin until you tip your face toward the ceiling. He hooks two fingers behind your bottom teeth, and tugs to open your mouth. “Wide,” he demands. When your jaw relaxes, he tips the champagne bottle against your lips, filling your mouth with the fizzy liquid. Then he pushes your jaw shut so you can swallow. He slides a hand around your neck so he can feel the bob of your throat as you obey.
You can feel the cold liquid slip down your throat just as Natasha’s tongue curls around your clit. When she pushes her fingers into your pussy, your knees wobble, and Clint throws an arm around your waist, pressing you against his chest.
“Steady there, pretty girl,” he murmurs into your ear, “wouldn’t want you to fall and hurt yourself.” He teases your mouth open again, and pours more champagne into it. When your mouth closes to swallow, he tips the bottle over your chest. The cold liquid makes your skin pebble with goosebumps, and your nipples pull painfully tight. The liquid sluices down your body, spilling over your belly button, and between your pussy lips; a tiny little waterfall of fizzy liquid, that Natasha eagerly laps off your clit.
A shudder ripples up your body, and Clint groans when your ass grinds against his cock where it’s trapped between your bodies.
Your hands bury themselves in Nat’s wavy hair as a moan trickles from between your lips. Your hips buck reflexively when three of her skilled fingers slide into your pussy.
“Oh, god,” you gasp airily.
“You can just call her Natasha,” Clint whispers slyly in your ear.
The last of the champagne trickles down your body, and Clint flips it into the ice bucket behind him, neck down.
“Let’s see how you taste now,” he hums. Natasha sits back on her haunches so Clint can curl two fingers into your pussy, then he drags them up your body through the still-damp line of champagne drying sticky on your skin. He pops them into his mouth and groans. “Delicious,” he rumbles in your ear.
Natasha catches your hand in hers, pulling you after her onto the long couch. She wraps a tattooed hand around your throat, and her legs around your hips, as she kisses you deeply. The taste of champagne and your cunt are heavy on her tongue when it pushes into your mouth.
She purrs against your lips, “Are you gonna be a good girl for Clint?”
You swallow hard, “Yes, ma’am.”
“I thought so,” she grins at you indulgently. Her grip on your throat tightens, “Are you gonna be a good fucking girl for me?” Her voice is husky and seductive, and it sends endorphins pinging through your body.
You lick your lips slowly, “Yes, ma’am.” It comes out in an unsteady whisper.
“You better fucking be,” she growls, pushing you down between her thighs, her fist wound into your hair so she’s in complete control of your head.
You part her folds with your thumbs, the balls of the curved barbell in her triangle piercing sparkling like jewels in the neon light. You want to tell her it’s the most beautiful pussy you’ve ever seen, but her fist twists in your hair, and she pulls you forward the handful of inches it takes to get your mouth on her cunt.
So, instead you'll have to show her.
Your tongue makes a slow trip up her slit. You nudge her piercing, first with your nose, then with your tongue, and her hips buck up like an electrical current is arcing through her body. You tease at her piercing with your tongue, her head falls back, and she groans long and low. You suck her clit, and flutter your tongue over the sensitive bumble of nerves. Her hips rock, grinding her pussy against your face, and making her curse.
“Holy fuck. You really are a good fucking girl,” she moans.
Clint’s lips graze your ear before you realize his face is right next to yours. “Good girls get their pussies filled. Are you a good girl, angel?
You whimper and nod the best you can with Natasha in full control of your head.
“Do you want me to fill your pretty little pussy?”
You nod again, and he chuckles softly before disappearing again.
You hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then something is nudging at your entrance. But it’s not Clint’s cock. It’s hard and blunt.
And chilly.
You whine, and Clint’s voice is back in your ear. “It’ll warm up, pretty girl. I’m gonna fuck you with this champagne bottle until you come, then I’ll give you my cock. Can you do that? Can you be a good girl for me?”
You hum an affirmative, and Natasha groans, “She’s such a good girl, puppy.”
“I heard, kitty,” he chuckles.
His breath is hot in your ear when he orders you, “Now I need you to come on this bottle for me, so I can fuck you with this big dick.” He guides your hand around his cock, and covers it with his own. He uses your hand to jack himself a few times, then asks, “You want me to fill you up with this fat cock, angel?”
You put the barest amount of space between yourself and Natasha so you can whimper, “Please.”
You can’t see Clint’s feral grin—Natasha has already hooked her leg behind your head, and pulled you back into her cunt—but you can feel the manic energy rolling off of him in waves.
“Then fuck this bottle for me, angel,” he orders, his arm going under you to lift your hips higher, so he can push the bottle’s neck in deeper, until the shoulder of the bottle starts to stretch your opening.
He praises you when your hips start rocking, pumping the bottle neck in and out of your cunt.
“I noticed you like my piercings,” Clint whispers in your ear. “Couldn’t stop playing with them with your tongue. You like ‘em on your tongue, just imagine what they’ll feel like when I’m fucking you, angel. Think you’ll be able to feel them? I bet, with your tight little pussy, you’ll be able to count every. single. one.”
His words make you groan, the sound muffled in Natasha’s folds as she grinds out her orgasm on your face. The redhead collapses back onto the bench seat with a curse. She releases your hair, giving you more leeway to help Clint fuck you with the bottle.
A needy moan bursts from your throat, and Clint rewards you by reaching under you to get his fingers on your clit.
“You’re fucking dripping down this bottle, angel.”
Your head is pillowed on Natasha’s inked-up thigh, and she’s running her fingers through your hair, praising you as Clint fucks you faster. Your hips rock to meet each push into your cunt, and you curse breathlessly against her smooth skin as tension builds in your core.
“Let go, sweetheart,” Natasha’s rough voice is melodic and low. “Show us how pretty you look when you come.”
You nod absentmindedly against her thigh as your orgasm overtakes you. The tension releases, tremors radiating through your limbs like little earthquakes as you fall apart for them. The neck of the bottle is swiftly replaced by two of Clint’s fingers in your pussy, and his thumb on your clit, drawing out the sensations rattling through you, making your knees weak.
When your body starts jerking with overstimulation Clint moves his thumb off your clit, but continues to draw his fingers in and out of your soaked pussy. Natasha sits up enough to trail kisses over your shoulder and up your neck. Two of her fingers nudge into your cunt next to Clint’s.
The redhead gives you a lascivious grin. “You were so good for us, beautiful.” Her praise sends a shudder skittering down your spine. “You ready for Clint to fuck you now?”
“Please,” the pleading word is heavy with need.
“Shh, shh,” she soothes. “There’s no need for that. We’re going to take good care of you.”
You hear a noise of agreement from Clint, then his dick is nudging at your entrance. He starts pushing into you, and—oh, god—you can feel every single one of those barbells as he feeds his cock into your pussy. A wave of lust punches you in the gut, and you let out an unsteady warble as you try to catch your breath.
“Oh, you sound so good when you’re being fucked,” Natasha coos. “I wonder how you’ll sound when I get my fist in you.”
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It’s a beautiful afternoon, and you’re readying yourself to go on a walk with Steve, and Bucky. The weather is lovely, the leaves are just starting to change, plus everyone has been cooped up for a couple of days following a spate of heavy rain.
Just as tired of being stuck on the bus, Clint, Nat, and Scott had fled almost as soon as Scott had the thing in park.
You’re pulling on a pair of purple fishnet thigh-highs, while you admire Steve and Bucky as they too get ready to go out.
Your men look delicious, as always. Steve in a sleeveless Minor Threat tee with a fraying hem, jeans so tight you can see his thigh muscles, and freshly-polished shit-kickers. Bucky buzzes around him in a ratty CBGB tee, grey jeans so old and faded they’re more like the ghost of pants, and black Converse high-tops.
Bucky’s also wearing the collar that you and Steve had gifted him a few weeks ago. Thick black leather with two rows of spikes around its circumference. A shiny silver chain is clipped to the heavy o-ring at the front of the collar, and twisted in Steve’s fist.
Bucky doesn’t wear a collar all the time, or even often. Putting it bluntly, wearing a collar makes him a little feral and a lot horny. You can call it an extension of his deeply ingrained praise kink, that’s pretty close to how the collar makes him feel, anyway. It’s a tangible reminder that you and Steve love him, and that he’s a good boy.
Steve briefly drops the leash in order to pin Bucky against the bunk frame for a kiss. While they’re distracted you take possession of the leash. Steve makes a token effort to retrieve it, but Bucky chuckles and tells him you’d snagged it fair and square, and to just let you hang on to it for a bit so they can go back to making out.
‘A bit’ lasted roughly four and a half minutes.
You already know how easily provoked Bucky is when he’s wearing a collar, but you’re distracted by a couple who are walking a puppy outside. Looking out of the small window in the RV’s door instead of paying attention to what you’re doing. You mindlessly twist the chain around your wrist, then tug it loose again. It jerks and swings like a pendulum on the ring that hangs over Bucky’s throat.
Bucky breaks the kiss, hands desperately fisted in the front of Steve’s tee. The sweat dotted along his brow has very little to do with the man pressed against him. And he’s so hard he’d swear there’s a zipper print permanently stamped into the underside of his cock.
“Kitten,” he growls.
“Princess, you’re playing with fire right now,” Steve cautions.
Bucky tone is dark and carnal when he speaks, “Little girl, if you pull on that chain one more time, I will pin you down, spank you until your ass is on fire, then fuck you till you cry.”
“Princess, you should probably-“
Steve is cut off abruptly when you turn to face them, causing the chain in your fist to sway against Bucky’s neck.
Suddenly the world inverts, and you’re looking at Bucky’s ass upside down as he marches you away from the door, and drops you onto a section of empty floor.
You land on your feet, but he immediately pushes you to your knees, shoving you forward until your cheek rests against the grungy carpet.
Bucky yanks your skirt up around your waist, and with a quick tug, shreds your panties in his hands. A light, almost tender blow lands on your ass. He squeezes it in one hand, grip tightening until your breath catches.
“This is gonna hurt, kitten,” he promises in a rough voice. “Don’t you fuckin’ move.”
He spits, and a glob of saliva splatters against your ass cheek an instant before his hand smacks down overtop of it like a whip crack.
You yip, and lower your hips, trying to squirm away. He fists his metal hand in the back of your skirt and growls, “Stay.”
Heat blooms across your ass when his hand connects with the other cheek. You whine, again trying to wriggle out of Bucky's grasp, away from the stinging bite of his hand.
A heavy weight at the base of your neck pins you firmly in place. It’s Steve’s size thirteen Dr. Marten.
“Stevie,” you whine, sounding betrayed.
He chuckles, and tsks. “He warned you. I warned you. He even told you exactly what would happen if you didn’t listen. You damn well know how he gets when he’s in a collar.” His voice softens, “If you really can’t take it, you tell me. Until then, you’re gonna stay right here, and take your punishment like a good girl.”
You groan when Bucky’s hand slaps down onto the stinging meat of your cheeks again. The heat is intense and everything below your waist blooms with pain. He’s not using his metal hand, but fuck, the other one still fucking hurts.
After one particularly hard whack, Bucky’s fingers drag through your slit, and he pops them into his mouth. He hums around his fingers, pulls them out of his mouth, and slaps your pussy with them.
“Fucking soaked,” Bucky growls. “I think you’re enjoying this punishment too fucking much.” He smacks your pussy again, harder this time.
Arousal spikes through you, and with an incoherent cry your hand slips between your thighs to toy with your clit.
“I don’t think so,” he grunts, gathering your wrists in his metal hand, and twisting the chain of his leash around them until they’re immobilized against the small of your back.
You squirm, trying to loosen the chain, even though you know it’s not going to work.
“You’re my little fucktoy, and I’m the one that gets to make you come. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Bucky.” Your voice is light and airy with lust.
Your ass sways back and forth, and Bucky runs two fingers through your slit again, pushing them into your cunt, and groaning at the wet squelch the action produces, “Fuck, this little pussy is fucking drenched.”
The heat of your blush sears your skin, and you realize you can feel moisture trailing down your thighs, and you know he’s right. He’s spanking you hard enough that you'll be bruised later, but you’re still dripping for him.
“Please, fuck me,” you whine pitifully, then give a yip of shock at the sting of his hand coming down on your ass again. He follows it up by raking his nails down your lower back, and over your sensitive ass. Five little trails of fire follow their progress over your tender cheeks. Your nerve endings are alight with the variety of sensations. Pain and pleasure mingling, all muddled up together so every slap of his flesh against yours makes your pussy clench as if she’s dreaming of his cock, and every push of his fingers into your cunt sends the bright flare of pain signals coursing through your synapses.
He thrusts three metal fingers into your pussy. Thick and chilly, he twists them inside of you until you start rocking your hips against him. His other hand slaps down on your ass cheek and squeezes hard.
With every pump of his fingers you whine pleasepleaseplease under your breath.
Bucky smooths a too-warm hand over your ass, and hums, “Mmm, little girl, these cheeks are fucking toasty.” The observation is immediately followed by the sound of his belt buckle jingling as he gets his cock out.
You adjust your knees, spreading your legs a little wider, and lifting your ass for him, an invitation you know he doesn’t need, but will appreciate nonetheless.
“Fuck me,” he groans in adoration. “Look at this gorgeous little pussy,” he slaps your mound, and grins when you push your ass higher into the air. “Fucking dripping for me,” the head of his cock drags though your slit until it’s shiny and coated with your juices. He hisses when he sinks into you, bottoming out in one effortless push.
You make a strangled sound when he starts fucking you mercilessly, clearly intending to make good on his promise to fuck you until you cry.
You look up at Steve as much as the boot on your shoulders will allow, and you see he’s avidly watching Bucky rail you. He’s not jerking off, but even from the floor you can tell he’s hard. Instead, he catalogs every sight, sound, and smell, committing all of it to memory.
Bucky bends over you to get his fingers on your clit, dragging a couple quick orgasms out of you in rapid succession, like it’s his fucking job. When he doesn’t stop, you start to whine. “I can’t, Buck. I can’t. It’s too much.”
“I’m sure it is too much, kitten. But that’s kind of the point. Besides, you can and you fucking will. You’ll do it for me, because I fucking said so." He brings his fingers to his mouth, spits on them, then returns them to your clit. “Now cry for me while I fuck this pretty little pussy,” his voice is gritty and low. He grunts when his tone makes your cunt clench around him.
Heat builds behind your eyes, and spills onto your face as hot tears when he pulls yet another orgasm out of you like your body belongs to him and him alone now.
Almost as soon as the first tear rolls over the bridge of your nose and onto the carpet, Bucky stops torturing your clit. Steve’s boot is suddenly gone, then Bucky is pulling out of you and flipping you over.
He pushes his cock back into you, wrapping your legs around his hips, and using his vibranium arm to hold you up off the floor so your bound hands won’t be crushed underneath you. Tears skitter down your cheeks, and Bucky lovingly licks them off your face.
“Hi, pretty girl,” he says softly.
You hiccup a sob, and giggle, “Hi Bucky. ‘M sorry I didn’t listen.”
He brushes the tip of his nose against yours, and huffs a laugh. “It’s okay. Sorry I was mean.”
“You weren’t mean,” you insist. “Stevie’s right. I should have been paying attention.”
You smile when his lips brush against your forehead in a soft kiss. He whispers against the damp skin, “Are you okay?”
“Of course I am,” you rush to reassure him. “Are you?”
“Yeah. I’m okay,” he huffs quietly with a grin. His exhaled breath tickles over your face, making sweat and residual tears dry prickly over your skin.
You can’t throw your arms around him like you want to, so you just bury your face in his neck, and take big draws of his familiar, comforting scent. Musk, vanilla, and citrus fill your lungs. It helps ground you, and you melt into his arms, locking your legs around his waist when his hand strokes up your thigh.
“Good girl,” he whispers in your ear, squeezing your body closer to his. He’s grinding into you now, shallow little pushes with his hips that make your core tighten, and your breath come out as a shaky whine.
The spikes on his collar dig into your neck, and the chain that runs between the two of you jingles musically behind you with every movement either of you makes.
“Bucky,” you whine.
His words heat your neck, because he refuses to put enough distance between your bodies to make eye contact, “Gonna come for me?”
You nod.
“Is it gonna be too much for you?”
“No. ‘S perfect. Need it, Buck,” your voice is breathy and unsteady with the tension that’s taken over your core.
“Shhh,” he whispers, “I got you, my good girl. You’re doing so well. Last one, I promise. I’m close too. Now come for me.”
He holds you tighter when your body arches against him, pressing himself into you, letting your orgasm milk him until he’s spilling inside of you with a relieved curse that grinds out of him on a rough groan.
While you’re both catching your breath, he reaches behind you to tug at the chain wrapped around your wrists. It falls away, and your arms instantly find their way around his neck. He wraps himself around you like he wants to climb inside you.
He squeezes you so tight you can’t breathe for the duration of the hug. He hums lazily into your ear, “Mmm, love you so much, princess.”
You wheeze a laugh when he squeezes you again, “I love you too, Buck.”
A throat clearing quietly has you both turning your heads toward where Steve is sitting on the couch. He’s got his dick in his hand, and his bottom lip poked out in a pout. He holds out his empty hand, “It’s my turn to pretty please hold the leash now.”
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“I want us to watch me fuck you,” Steve purrs in your ear.
You’re laying down, playing on your phone, and suddenly he’s pressed against you from thigh to shoulder, breath warm in your ear, cock thick and hard, trapped between your bodies. His phone is out, grasped in his thick, ring-covered fingers; already recording, so he can watch your reaction to his request.
He hums, “Can we watch?”
With a vigorous nod, you moan, “Stevie, please.”
He grins at you, voyeuristic delight making his cock twitch against your ass.
He props the phone up on one of the bunk’s shelves, and pushes up to his knees, pulling you against him. He peels your shirt off over your head, and does the same with his tee.
Your back is pressed tight against his chest when he turns your head toward him, and kisses you deep. He mounds your tits in his hands so he can roll your nipples between his fingers. Teasing and tugging at the barbells until you squirm and whine.
“Feels so good when you grind against my cock like that,” he whispers against your lips. You grin wickedly and wiggle your ass against him, making him growl low in his chest.
He bounces your tits in his palms a little, then smacks them. You groan at the sudden sting, the heat of each slap melting into a burning ache that makes your pussy throb with need.
You moan, and on the screen of his phone you can see him smirk at you from over your shoulder. Pinching your tender nipples, tugging on the barbells, and rolling them between his fingers, he asks, “Like it when I hurt these perfect tits?”
“Yeah. I do, Stevie. Like it when it hurts,” you groan.
His hands on your thighs gently scoot your knees wider, opening your legs for him. “How about here?” He rumbles, then firmly slaps your mound.
You warble out his name, and sway on your knees when your legs go weak.
He lands another blow over your pussy, this one harder than the last. “Answer me,” he growls. “Do you like it when I smack this pussy, you little slut?” Each word of his question is punctuated with a slap to your sensitive cunt.
You nod weakly.
He grips your chin hard, “Use your words,” he murmurs.
“I love it, Steve,” you breathe softly. “Please don’t stop.”
A few more quick smacks to your mound, then he instructs, “Spread your pussy open for me. Lemme see how wet you are.”
Your fingers tremble when you open yourself for him.
One of his fingers drags though your slit to circle your clit. “Fuck. Look at you. You’re fucking dripping for me, princess.” He groans in appreciation. As soon as you start to relax into him, he smacks your clit with his fingertips.
You keen as the impact jolts through your body like an electrical current.
He watches your reactions on the screen of his phone. Swearing quietly, he smacks your clit again before plunging his fingers into your cunt.
You mindlessly grab his wrist and gasp, “‘S good. Feels so good, Stevie. Don’t stop.”
His fingers hook into your pussy hard, grinding the cool metal of his rings against your clit. Your back arches, and you mewl.
“Why would I stop, when you make such pretty noises for me?”
He starts fucking you with his fingers, and the bunk is full of the soft noise of your wet cunt sucking at the digits. He curses and grabs his phone, sweeping it down your body, and getting closer to your pussy. This results in a nice closeup of your juices coating his rings and dripping off his knuckles like honey.
“Fucking look at you, princess,” he says in a gravelly voice. He puts the phone back on the shelf, and grabs a handful of your hair, aiming your face at the camera. “Look at yourself. See how fucking sexy you look? Looking at you like this makes my cock ache.”
As if to emphasize his point, his dick throbs between your bodies.
“Stevie, ‘m gonna…” a reedy whine trickles out of your mouth while he expertly works your pussy.
“Gonna come for me?” He peppers kisses along the column of your throat, grinning against you when you nod. “Then cream on my fingers, princess.”
Throwing your head back against his shoulder, you come. Your back bows, and your legs tremble, hips reflexively bucking to grind you against Steve with every contraction of your inner walls. He has to throw an arm around your waist to hold you up, and you cling to it while mindlessly rocking your hips.
Steve’s fingers slow inside of you until you come back to yourself. He kisses his way from your shoulder to your neck, until he’s finally grazing his lips along the shell of your ear.
“Now thank me,” he murmurs.
“Stevie?”
“Thank me,” he repeats. “Thank me for making you come.”
You sigh your gratitude, barely audible, even in the relative quiet of your bunk.
Steve grabs your chin and aims you at his phone, where the screen shows you the stern look he’s giving you over your shoulder.
“I can’t fucking hear you,” he growls. “Do you want me to stop? Should I go jerk off in the bathroom instead? Maybe Bucky will come home soon, I bet he’ll be grateful for the orgasms…”
“No,” you whine.
“No, what?”
“Don’t stop.”
Using his grip on your chin, he gently shakes your head, “Then what do we say when someone does something nice for us?”
You give a feathery little gasp, then moan, “Thank you for making me come, Stevie.”
His face lights up with a radiant grin. “There’s my good girl.”
You whine, “Stevie, please fuck me. I need it.”
“Of course, princess,” he smirks into the camera. Reaching over you, he grabs his phone, then orders, “Get that perfect little pussy in the air for me.”
Without hesitation you fold forward, and Steve groans like someone punched him in the stomach. “Fuuuuuck, look at you.” He strums two fingers over your mound, and gets a closeup of the way your come splashes off your heated skin.
He gets a nice closeup of your pussy lips and tight asshole while he pushes down his joggers. Using the hand that isn’t on his phone, he jacks a fist up his dick, the heavy PA piercing makes a little jingling noise against the rings on his fingers. He drags the flushed head of his cock through your folds, using his piercing to tease your clit until your thighs shake, and you whine his name.
You get impatient when he teases you by pushing the tip of his dick into you, and pulling it out again, so the next time he dips into you, you shove back onto him. He relinquishes the grip on his shaft with a low groan.
“Fuck, princess,” he says, voice rough and breathless, “you’re just gonna use me like that?”
You gasp, “Yes, Stevie.”
He groans, “I fucking love it when you use me.” He zooms in on the place he disappears inside of you and pushes his thumb into your pussy next to his dick, then drags his wet thumb up and slips it into your asshole. “Now prove to me what a good girl you are, and fuck this big cock.”
He rolls his hips to get you started, and you take his momentum without a second thought.
Fucking yourself onto his cock with vigor isn’t enough for you though. He’s recording this, and you know he’ll show it to Bucky later, not to mention that you expect the three of you will also watch together.
So you want to put on a good show.
Dropping your chest down to the bed allows you to get your ass just a little higher into the air so he—and by extension, his camera—has a better view of your glistening cunt. You slam yourself down onto him, so the globes of your ass rebound with the impact.
You know this has the intended effect when Steve growls a curse. He smacks your ass hard. You choke out a cry and your pussy spasms around him, making Steve curse again.
“Goddamn, girl. The way you fucking clench around me when I do that.” His hand lands another stinging slap, and Steve grunts when your cunt clutches at him again.
He drops a string of spit onto his shaft and watches it vanish inside of you. “Christ, fucking look at you,” he groans. “Such a good little fucktoy. You were made to take my cock. Holy fuck.”
Soon, he gets greedy.
Goes a little crazy.
Tiring of the pace you’ve set, he reaches over you to place his phone back on the shelf, and slips his dick out of you. Spinning you to face him, he pulls you against his chest, urges your legs around his hips and guides his cock into you. He holds you up with one strong arm under your ass, and uses it to hoist you up and down to meet his hips. The other hand he wraps in your hair, and uses it to brace you against his punishing thrusts.
Fucking you fast and hard, and tension curls through your middle. You dig your fingers into his biceps, and whine, “Stevie, god. I- Oh, f-f-fuck.”
“Come for me,” he growls against your throat, “right now. Soak this cock like a good girl.”
The building tension breaks, and stars skitter across the back of your eyelids when you come. Keening his name, your body goes rigid against his, and your thighs crush his hips as your pussy milks his cock.
Caught in the clutch of your body, Steve curses as the heat of his orgasm boils down his spine, coursing out of him in hot waves. He bares his teeth and comes inside you with a growl.
He collapses onto the mattress with a sigh, taking you with him, so you’re both lying on your sides, nose to nose. He retrieves his phone, and holds it above you, centering you both in frame, grinning, sweaty, and thoroughly blissed out.
He gives you a soft little kiss on your nose, and says, “Thank you, princess.”
You giggle. “You don’t have to thank me.”
“It’s what we say when someone does something nice for us,” he recites what he said to you earlier with a studious tone and wry smile, chuckling when you snort a laugh.
He stops recording, and tosses his phone aside in favor of crushing you against his chest until you squirm out of his arms. “Where’d you go,” he pouts.
Seconds later, you plop down on top of him, holding your phone in his face.
You’re already recording, so you can watch his reaction. You purr into his ear, “I want us to watch me fuck you.”
He narrows his eyes, looks at you, then looks at your phone, then back at you.
He snatches you and rolls you underneath his big body. “Princess, did you just UNO Reverse me?”
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“I want us to watch me fuck you,” Steve purrs in your ear.
You’re laying down, playing on your phone, and suddenly he’s pressed against you from thigh to shoulder, breath warm in your ear, cock thick and hard, trapped between your bodies. His phone is out, grasped in his thick, ring-covered fingers; already recording, so he can watch your reaction to his request.
He hums, “Can we watch?”
With a vigorous nod, you moan, “Stevie, please.”
He grins at you, voyeuristic delight making his cock twitch against your ass.
He props the phone up on one of the bunk’s shelves, and pushes up to his knees, pulling you against him. He peels your shirt off over your head, and does the same with his tee.
Your back is pressed tight against his chest when he turns your head toward him, and kisses you deep. He mounds your tits in his hands so he can roll your nipples between his fingers. Teasing and tugging at the barbells until you squirm and whine.
“Feels so good when you grind against my cock like that,” he whispers against your lips. You grin wickedly and wiggle your ass against him, making him growl low in his chest.
He bounces your tits in his palms a little, then smacks them. You groan at the sudden sting, the heat of each slap melting into a burning ache that makes your pussy throb with need.
You moan, and on the screen of his phone you can see him smirk at you from over your shoulder. Pinching your tender nipples, tugging on the barbells, and rolling them between his fingers, he asks, “Like it when I hurt these perfect tits?”
“Yeah. I do, Stevie. Like it when it hurts,” you groan.
His hands on your thighs gently scoot your knees wider, opening your legs for him. “How about here?” He rumbles, then firmly slaps your mound.
You warble out his name, and sway on your knees when your legs go weak.
He lands another blow over your pussy, this one harder than the last. “Answer me,” he growls. “Do you like it when I smack this pussy, you little slut?” Each word of his question is punctuated with a slap to your sensitive cunt.
You nod weakly.
He grips your chin hard, “Use your words,” he murmurs.
“I love it, Steve,” you breathe softly. “Please don’t stop.”
A few more quick smacks to your mound, then he instructs, “Spread your pussy open for me. Lemme see how wet you are.”
Your fingers tremble when you open yourself for him.
One of his fingers drags though your slit to circle your clit. “Fuck. Look at you. You’re fucking dripping for me, princess.” He groans in appreciation. As soon as you start to relax into him, he smacks your clit with his fingertips.
You keen as the impact jolts through your body like an electrical current.
He watches your reactions on the screen of his phone. Swearing quietly, he smacks your clit again before plunging his fingers into your cunt.
You mindlessly grab his wrist and gasp, “‘S good. Feels so good, Stevie. Don’t stop.”
His fingers hook into your pussy hard, grinding the cool metal of his rings against your clit. Your back arches, and you mewl.
“Why would I stop, when you make such pretty noises for me?”
He starts fucking you with his fingers, and the bunk is full of the soft noise of your wet cunt sucking at the digits. He curses and grabs his phone, sweeping it down your body, and getting closer to your pussy. This results in a nice closeup of your juices coating his rings and dripping off his knuckles like honey.
“Fucking look at you, princess,” he says in a gravelly voice. He puts the phone back on the shelf, and grabs a handful of your hair, aiming your face at the camera. “Look at yourself. See how fucking sexy you look? Looking at you like this makes my cock ache.”
As if to emphasize his point, his dick throbs between your bodies.
“Stevie, ‘m gonna…” a reedy whine trickles out of your mouth while he expertly works your pussy.
“Gonna come for me?” He peppers kisses along the column of your throat, grinning against you when you nod. “Then cream on my fingers, princess.”
Throwing your head back against his shoulder, you come. Your back bows, and your legs tremble, hips reflexively bucking to grind you against Steve with every contraction of your inner walls. He has to throw an arm around your waist to hold you up, and you cling to it while mindlessly rocking your hips.
Steve’s fingers slow inside of you until you come back to yourself. He kisses his way from your shoulder to your neck, until he’s finally grazing his lips along the shell of your ear.
“Now thank me,” he murmurs.
“Stevie?”
“Thank me,” he repeats. “Thank me for making you come.”
You sigh your gratitude, barely audible, even in the relative quiet of your bunk.
Steve grabs your chin and aims you at his phone, where the screen shows you the stern look he’s giving you over your shoulder.
“I can’t fucking hear you,” he growls. “Do you want me to stop? Should I go jerk off in the bathroom instead? Maybe Bucky will come home soon, I bet he’ll be grateful for the orgasms…”
“No,” you whine.
“No, what?”
“Don’t stop.”
Using his grip on your chin, he gently shakes your head, “Then what do we say when someone does something nice for us?”
You give a feathery little gasp, then moan, “Thank you for making me come, Stevie.”
His face lights up with a radiant grin. “There’s my good girl.”
You whine, “Stevie, please fuck me. I need it.”
“Of course, princess,” he smirks into the camera. Reaching over you, he grabs his phone, then orders, “Get that perfect little pussy in the air for me.”
Without hesitation you fold forward, and Steve groans like someone punched him in the stomach. “Fuuuuuck, look at you.” He strums two fingers over your mound, and gets a closeup of the way your come splashes off your heated skin.
He gets a nice closeup of your pussy lips and tight asshole while he pushes down his joggers. Using the hand that isn’t on his phone, he jacks a fist up his dick, the heavy PA piercing makes a little jingling noise against the rings on his fingers. He drags the flushed head of his cock through your folds, using his piercing to tease your clit until your thighs shake, and you whine his name.
You get impatient when he teases you by pushing the tip of his dick into you, and pulling it out again, so the next time he dips into you, you shove back onto him. He relinquishes the grip on his shaft with a low groan.
“Fuck, princess,” he says, voice rough and breathless, “you’re just gonna use me like that?”
You gasp, “Yes, Stevie.”
He groans, “I fucking love it when you use me.” He zooms in on the place he disappears inside of you and pushes his thumb into your pussy next to his dick, then drags his wet thumb up and slips it into your asshole. “Now prove to me what a good girl you are, and fuck this big cock.”
He rolls his hips to get you started, and you take his momentum without a second thought.
Fucking yourself onto his cock with vigor isn’t enough for you though. He’s recording this, and you know he’ll show it to Bucky later, not to mention that you expect the three of you will also watch together.
So you want to put on a good show.
Dropping your chest down to the bed allows you to get your ass just a little higher into the air so he—and by extension, his camera—has a better view of your glistening cunt. You slam yourself down onto him, so the globes of your ass rebound with the impact.
You know this has the intended effect when Steve growls a curse. He smacks your ass hard. You choke out a cry and your pussy spasms around him, making Steve curse again.
“Goddamn, girl. The way you fucking clench around me when I do that.” His hand lands another stinging slap, and Steve grunts when your cunt clutches at him again.
He drops a string of spit onto his shaft and watches it vanish inside of you. “Christ, fucking look at you,” he groans. “Such a good little fucktoy. You were made to take my cock. Holy fuck.”
Soon, he gets greedy.
Goes a little crazy.
Tiring of the pace you’ve set, he reaches over you to place his phone back on the shelf, and slips his dick out of you. Spinning you to face him, he pulls you against his chest, urges your legs around his hips and guides his cock into you. He holds you up with one strong arm under your ass, and uses it to hoist you up and down to meet his hips. The other hand he wraps in your hair, and uses it to brace you against his punishing thrusts.
Fucking you fast and hard, and tension curls through your middle. You dig your fingers into his biceps, and whine, “Stevie, god. I- Oh, f-f-fuck.”
“Come for me,” he growls against your throat, “right now. Soak this cock like a good girl.”
The building tension breaks, and stars skitter across the back of your eyelids when you come. Keening his name, your body goes rigid against his, and your thighs crush his hips as your pussy milks his cock.
Caught in the clutch of your body, Steve curses as the heat of his orgasm boils down his spine, coursing out of him in hot waves. He bares his teeth and comes inside you with a growl.
He collapses onto the mattress with a sigh, taking you with him, so you’re both lying on your sides, nose to nose. He retrieves his phone, and holds it above you, centering you both in frame, grinning, sweaty, and thoroughly blissed out.
He gives you a soft little kiss on your nose, and says, “Thank you, princess.”
You giggle. “You don’t have to thank me.”
“It’s what we say when someone does something nice for us,” he recites what he said to you earlier with a studious tone and wry smile, chuckling when you snort a laugh.
He stops recording, and tosses his phone aside in favor of crushing you against his chest until you squirm out of his arms. “Where’d you go,” he pouts.
Seconds later, you plop down on top of him, holding your phone in his face.
You’re already recording, so you can watch his reaction. You purr into his ear, “I want us to watch me fuck you.”
He narrows his eyes, looks at you, then looks at your phone, then back at you.
He snatches you and rolls you underneath his big body. “Princess, did you just UNO Reverse me?”
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Loki looks entirely out of place in the grungy motel room.
The smell of bleach and mildew in the small space is strong enough to make their eyes water. The garish orange and yellow wallpaper, and pea green carpet are straight out of the 70’s and Clint reckons this room hasn’t had a deep cleaning since the eyesore wallpaper was originally put up.
Loki, on the other hand, is immaculate. Stripped of his motorcycle leathers, he dons black skinny jeans, and a black button up shirt with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, exposing the black latex gloves that tightly hug his long-fingered hands. The front of his shirt is unbuttoned, showing off the myriad of tattoos that creep up his alabaster skin to curl around the sharp line of his jaw. The messiest thing about Loki is the dark hair piled on top of his head in a bun.
Clint feels more than a little exposed. After all, Loki is still fully clothed, but Clint is completely naked. But he’s not just naked. Lying on his back in the bed, his hands are bound above him and each of his legs is tied to either side of the headboard with a leather cuff around each ankle. His ass is in the air, and he’s leaking precome all over his chest and abs.
He is bared in every possible way.
“Look at you,” Loki sneers. “So fucking pathetic,” disdain drips like venom from every syllable.
Clint’s face flushes pink. “I’m sorry, my king.”
Loki’s gloved hand thumps over his heart, feigning shock with a theatrical gasp. “Oh dear, my little pet is sorry. Well that changes everything.” If eyerolls were audible, Loki’s would be deafening.
“My king, please,” Clint whines. He squirms, trying to reposition himself, as if he had any choice but to lie there with his ass in the air.
“What could you possibly want, pet?”
“Please fuck me, my king,” Clint begs. Any poise he possessed disappears the moment Loki’s finger strokes over the six ladder piercings on the underside of Clint’s cock.
Loki’s blue-green eyes narrow. “I will fuck you,” he bends over Clint’s body, “when. I. am. ready.” A hard flick to the head of Clint’s dick punctuates each of the last several words from Loki’s mouth.
Clint inhales sharply at the pain, rocking his hips as much as he is able to in this position, searching for a little friction for his aching cock.
“Pitiful,” Loki scoffs. “Leaking all over your chest like the desperate little whore you are.” Loki slaps Clint’s testicles. The bound man’s body jolts with the impact.
“Thank you, my king,” he gasps. “May I please have another?”
The green gems that dimple Loki’s cheeks glint in the light when a grin curls over his lips. He delivers several rapid slaps, a little farther down, over the three curved barbells in Clint’s taint. His fingers slide back a little farther, slapping Clint’s asshole before unceremoniously pushing two fingers inside.
The stretch is immediate, and intense, then Loki’s fingers are gone before he has a chance to appreciate them.
“Fuck,” Clint sobs. “Please.”
Loki slaps his sac again, much harder than before. “Is that how you address me, whore?” A muscle in his jaw ticks, “Shall I make my pet kneel for me the rest of the evening? Use you for my pleasure, without any attention given to your. sad. little. cock.” He flicks the head of Clint’s dick again.
Tears sting at the back of Clint’s eyes, and he has to work to control his breath before he speaks. “If that’s what you think I deserve, my king,” he whimpers.
Loki opens the front of his jeans, extracting his cock, and milking a tight fist up its length. Clint whines when precome beads at the tip. It gathers on the gold ball of the curved barbell situated in Loki’s slit, then falls to the motel carpet with an audible plop.
Clint whispers hoarsely, “Please don’t waste it, my king.”
As if Clint is beneath is attention, like he isn’t paying attention to Clint at all, Loki hums, “Hmm? What’s that, pet?”
“My king, please don’t waste it,” he wiggles his hips in frustration. “Your come. Let me have it. Please.”
Another drop falls to the carpet with a wet pip. Clint sobs desperately.
Loki steps up onto the bed, still wearing his heavy, black motorcycle boots. He nudges the toes of his boots under Clint, and leans forward to grab the headboard with one hand. Standing tall, and arched over Clint’s prone body, he starts roughly jacking his own cock with the other hand.
“Quite right. Wouldn’t want to waste it.” Loki purrs, “I’m going to make a fucking mess of you, pet.”
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Happy Valentine’s Day. 💖 Inspired by this great video of a couple riding a mechanical bull. 😁
(Note: this is not the Stucky art for which you voted for in this poll. This Valentine’s Day art was planned a long time ago. You’ll have another Stucky artwork soon)
Love this, @ghotifishreads ! Not sure how clever these answers are. 😂
Artist: Nothing More
What's your gender: Jenny
How do you feel: I'll Be Ok
If you could go anywhere: Go to War
Favorite mode of transportation: Tunnels
Your best friend: Best Times
Favorite time of day: This is the Time
If your life was a TV show: Do You Really Want It?
Relationship status: Still in Love
Your fears: Don't Look Back
NPT: @tavners @luxeavenger @labella420 @summer-blonde @tumblin-theworldaway @slothspaghettiwrites @mypoisonedvine and anyone seeing this who wants to play! ❤️
i’m actually not going to tag anyone, because i think this one is pretty cool, so i want to see as many people as possible do it, and there ain’t no way imma remember to tag all of you 🫣 💜
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“You are making this very hard, angel,” Jake groans.
“It’s always hard, Jakey.”
“Not this,” he gestures to his lap where your hand is teasing his cock through his jeans, “THIS,” he says, gesturing to his laptop. “I need to find the blueprints for this fucking compound before Clay calls in…” he checks his watch, “shit, five minutes. Please angel, just give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be right with you, I swear.”
Your face falls, and you pout, “Okay, Jake. Sorry.”
He scrubs a hand over his short hair, and sighs. “Don’t be sorry, angel. I’m the one that should be sorry. And I am. I’m just frustrated. This shouldn’t be taking so long. This firewall is a little more sophisticated than I thought it’d be, so it’s being a bit of a bitch, and Clay didn’t give me very long to work on it.”
“It’s okay. I understand.” You turn to leave Jake to his work.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he stops you. He cups a hand over his cock and squeezes with a low groan. “Shit. C’mere, angel.” He kicks his shoes off, and strips out of his jeans and boxer briefs. He gestures at your sleep pants, “Those too.”
He pulls you over and lifts you onto his lap. “M’kay, come on.” He grips his thick cock and guides you over it. You brace your hands on his chest as he works you down his length with a soft hand on your hip. He gives a long, guttural groan as you sink down. “God you feel so fucking good. Pussy’s so warm, and so fucking tight. Shit.” When you try to lift up so you can ride him, he pins you down. “No angel, stay right there. Just keep it warm for me. Can you do that?”
“I can, Jakey.” You drape yourself over his broad chest, wrapping your arms around his middle, and resting your head on his shoulder.
“That’s my good girl.” He pats your hip and turns back to his laptop.
He’s stretching you out so sweetly, you can’t help when your cunt clenches around him. He lets out a desperate groan that makes every hair on your body stand at attention. “Fuck that feels so good. It’s too good. You gotta give me a break. Just relax.” He twitches inside you and you give a soft moan.
“Can’t help it. You feel so good. Love your cock.” You clench again, and whimper.
“I know, angel, and it loves you too.” His laptop chimes to signal Clay is calling.
“This will just take a few minutes. Just stay put, be cool, and quit—oh, fuck—quit squirming.”
He opens the chat window, “Clay.”
“You got my blueprints yet?”
“Not yet. Their system is a little more fortified than I expected, but it shouldn’t be too much longer.”
“Good. Jensen, what’s Y/N doing here?”
“She’s… uh… not feeling well today.”
You turn your face to the camera and wave at Clay. The movement shifts Jake’s cock, and you give a breathy little moan that you just barely manage to turn into a “Hi.”
“Hi, sweetheart. I hope you feel better.”
They go back to discussing the job, and you let it all fade into the background. You’re soaking Jake with all the slick you’re leaking. It’s coating his lap, and dripping down his balls, making everything wet and slippery. You shift your hips and your ass slips a little farther than you intended, pushing Jake even deeper inside of you. He groans a curse when his hips buck into you involuntarily. A shudder rolls up your spine, and you moan. Clay chuckles over the video.
A few minutes later Jake is signing off, and Clay calls out to you, “Hey sweetheart. You two have fun now.” He’s wearing a lopsided grin, and winks at you before he cuts out.
“I think he knows I’m not sick.”
“I know. I know. It’s fine. I don’t care.” He moans, “Jesus fuck, you’ve soaked me, angel. Did my cock make you feel good?" You nod. "Sit up, here.” He helps you sit up and lifts your shirt off over your head. He palms your tits with his big hands, and leans forward to suck at your nipples. Then his hands slide down to your hips, and he helps you start riding his cock.
Breathlessly you ask, “Not that I’m complaining, but I thought you had to get those blueprints to Clay?”
“Angel, when it comes down to work, or fucking your tight little pussy—it’s no contest.”
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Hey, lovelies! For some reason my original post won't let me save everything , so I have split this into two parts. Here are the Marvel character fics I've had the pleasure of reading and reblogging throughout the month of November. Please show these writers some love and heed the warnings for each fic. Remember, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Banner by yours truly and divider by the talented @saradika .
Love, thanks, and happy reading! ❤️
Bucky Barnes
Bucky vs. Book by @lostgirlmuseum
For A While by @mochie85
Birthday Cake by @writingliv
Ace of Wands by @flordeamatista
The Beat of a Heart by @rookthorne
Burn the Witch by @sgt-seabass
Every Breath You Take by @vellicore
Babysitting Duty by @nicoline1998enilocin
Superheroes with Style by @angelltheninth
After the Mission by @ghostofskywalker
Pulse by /@lostgirlmuseum
Trust by @samwilsonsbabymama
Nirvana by @tumblin-theworldaway
Store by @noctumbra
Safe by @flightlessangelwings
Love Changed the Minds of Pretenders by @tom-whore-dleston
Massage by @writing-for-marvel
Little Games by @mrsbarnesblog
Bartender by @sweetdreamsbuck
Steve Rogers
Our Last Summer by @lostalioth
Neighbor Steve by @buckets-and-trees
Mouth to Mouth by @thornsnvultures
I Just Love You by @ofstarsandvibranium
Anew by @ttyls
The Learning Curve by @bluemusickid
Doubting by @nekoannie-chan
No Place Like Home by @mellowsaturns
Habits and Kinks by @tuiccim
Advent Calendar Day 2 by @haravath0t
Hurts by @slothspaghettiwrites
Brave (Ch. 2) by @boxofbonesfic
Mastery by @ronearoundblindly
But We Lost It by @princessmisery666
D*ck Pic Steve Rogers by @xsapphirescrollsx
Sit Still (Look Pretty) (Pt. 1) by @megamindsecretlair
