Wine and Fantasy Shit

18+ only. I reblog a lot of things unsuitable for minors. 30. She/Her. Let's face it, fictional men are better than real men, especially if they can yeet me across the room.

[wiccanmetallicrose]

Where my Henry Cavill & Chris helmsworth lovelies at? This insta was sent to me today. Credit to Instagram creator. @littlefreya @nuggsmum @angryschnauzer and any other lovelies out there interested

[nuggsmum]

lol don’t we all wish that

[scaryashmonster]

Pleeeaaase? It's my birthday.

[angrythingstarlight]

Wrapped Around Me

Summary: Your man wants you in nothing but a pair of thigh high socks while you drench his beard and he’s not above begging to get his way.

Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), thigh high kink, body worship, Bucky loving your thighs, smut, no minors.

A/N: Beta’d by the lovely @midnightf but all mistakes are my own. Inspired by this ask

Masterlist|Beefy Biker Series|

Ever since you dressed up in a pair of thigh highs for his birthday, Bucky’s been obsessed with getting you back in them. He wants you wearing those and only those inside the house. You keep finding new pairs in your lingerie drawer and he’s been dropping not-so-subtle hints about all the things he has planned for you whenever you’re wearing them.

You’ve been teasing him all morning, wanting him to snap because honestly you love it when your man becomes feral. 

Which is why you’re pretending you didn’t notice him laying a pair, burgundy with a striped pattern, on the bed after your shower. He’s lounging in front of them, wearing only some gray boxers, his dog tags on his tattooed chest glistening under the bedroom light. 

Bucky’s watching you, unable to keep his rapt gaze off your thighs as you dry off. He loves your body exactly the way it is, always insisting that you’re flawless, he’ll look right at your stretch marks and declare them beautiful because they’re a part of you. 

You’re pushing him closer to the edge each time your hands smooth over your skin as apply the vanilla-scented lotion he loves so much.

 “A little slower Gorgeous,” he says, continuing to unabashedly stare like you’re his favorite show and he can’t tear his eyes away from you. His cock hardens in his briefs, a familiar ache settles in your pussy when he has to reach in and adjust himself, the power you have over him is enthralling. You put more of your lotion on your thigh and he groans. “Yeah just like that.” 

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[scaryashmonster]

Word of advice to anyone out there wondering, don't read this at work. I am frustrated, stressed out, in pain, and now horny.

But it was so good! I changed my mind, read it wherever. I regret nothing.

[sophie531896273240810891]

is being into coffee an older sibling thing bc everyone i know who loves coffee is the oldest child

[sophie531896273240810891]

like every oldest child ik loves coffee, the middle child hates it/prefers tea, and the youngest will drink it but only if its super sweet n has a ton of milk

[sophie531896273240810891]

rb w/ if ur oldest, middle, or youngest child and how u feel about coffee

[pterodactylterrace]

Oldest biologically, youngest by adoption. Drink an iced coffee every morning 😇

[scaryashmonster]

I'm number 4 of 5, I like my coffee iced, sweet and flavored. Number 1 hates coffee, prefers hot chocolate.

[nuggsmum]

Pumpkin

word count: approx 8.7k

Featuring: Geralt x OFC/reader (Pumpkin)

Author’s note:  What happens when you waffle off and don’t work on your actual WIP and write an almost nine thousand word ‘drabble’ to facilitate three paragraphs of Geralt vampire-ish smut because you are literally incapable of not having a plot? This. I don’t know what the fuck it is. But here, Happy Halloween my bitches. Be spooky, eat some candy, don’t feel guilty about it, and be safe.

Most special of thank you’s to my bestest bitches @amandalove​ for always making me look smart - @luna-aestas​ for making the most beautiful headers for me. I love them and you GET my stories in your art….. the two out you are my sanity… I dont know what I would do without you. Also @notabronte​ for listening to me complain about this for far too long. You guys are the best. 

Warnings: Blood, monsters, some minor character death and violence…spoopy shit…  vampire-ish smut - you know someone’s neck is getting sucked…. what am I doing with my life?

Y’all. I don’t own shit. None of these characters, my car, my pride, nothing. I’m just playing around.

As always, please let me know if you want on or off my tag list - I only have one and I leave you on it until you request to be taken off :)

18+ only please - minors do not interact with my shit.

Please do not share my work on other platforms. Thank you!

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[scaryashmonster]

I have been attacked by this. Now all I can think about is sortofnotreallyVampire Geralt and I have a might neeeeeeeeeeed.

[angrythingstarlight]

Is it just me or do you think about Bucky hunting you down after you’ve teased him passed his limit and he’s practically growling, heaving with how much he wants to pin you down and rail you? Just me?

Pairing: Beefy Lumberjack Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Primal play, chasing kink, smut, 6'4" Bucky, size kink.

*****

Bucky warned you what would happen if you didn't submit to him. He warned you what would happen if you didn't stop.

He warned you.

****

Holding your hand over your mouth, you inhale through your nose, holding your breath, you listen for any sign of him. Your heart is pounding in your ears. He's close, you know he's close.

Looking around the dark forest, you can't see anything but the tall looming trees around you, thin beams of silver moonlight peek through the leaves overhead. Exhaling slowly, you take a step back, your bare feet sinking into the soft mossy ground.

It's so quiet.

Too quiet.

All you hear is the frantic thump,thump,thump of your heart hammering in your chest. You know he's watching you. You can feel his dark, heated gaze on your skin. The hairs on the back of your neck prickle at the sound of a faint snap.

You take another step, putting your hand behind your back, you reach for the next tree. Your fingertips scraping across the rough bark.

Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop.

A low whistle cuts through the air and you shiver. He's taunting you. The sound echoing through the trees, bouncing all around you.

You keep your hand behind you, moving between the trees, your eyes darting around the dark, foggy air.

****

Bucky watches you slowly step towards him, his dagger twirling between his fingers. Oh he can smell you, little bunny, he knows your pretty cunt is aching for him.

Two more steps and you'll be his.

Bucky raises his combat boot and places it over a branch, the thin loud crack startles you. His enhanced hearing picks your small muffled shriek. And he grins, sensing your fear, fuck he can practically taste it on his tongue. It's almost as sweet as you are.

You spin around, almost slipping, your arms flail in front of you. Oh god. "Bucky," you gasp, eyes wildly searching for him. "I-"

A sliver of moonlight reflects off the knife in his hand as he steps forward. "Come here little bunny." His words growled deep and low in his throat. "Jus wanna eat you."

You freeze, unable to move as he gets closer and closer. A smirk stretching across his face, feral blue eyes capturing yours.

Silence stretches between you.

You can't take it, the need to run rising with each breath you take.

"Bucky I-"

"I like the way you say my name bunny." He rushes toward you, his large body pushing you into a tree. "But I'll like it more when you're screaming it."

The feel of your smaller body under his snaps the last of his control, his large hands grip your dress, tearing into two as his lips descend on your throat. You don't have time to react, to think, to breathe before you feel him.

His thick and warm and veiny cock pushes through your glistening folds. "Fuck you're so wet for me," he pants, his warm breath washing across your skin. "'M going to enjoy ruining your little cunt."

He grabs your hands, his large fingers wrapping around your wrists pinning them over your head and he thrusts into you. Fast and deep.

"You're mine," he grunts. His next stroke makes you keen. "By the time, I'm done you'll never forget who owns your little pussy."

His name catches in your throat as he bottoms out, pleasure burning through you, seeping into every crevice of your body, your velvety walls stretching around him. He's so deep, you feel him in your belly.

Buckys ruthless, his dark blue eyes staring down at you, pounding into your tight wet heat, his chest heaving as he splits you in two. The primal, feral way he's fucking is incredible. Sensation after sensation crashing through you, with each slick push of his cock back inside you.

The coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter. Oh he feels so good. Bucky chuckles under his breath, his metal hand wrapping around your throat. "Now scream my name if you want to cum."

"Oh god, Bucky," you wheeze out, lightheaded and delirious from pleasure. Your orgasm snapping through your body, the coil splintering. You chant his name as your vision blurs.

Bucky lowers his head, his lips brushing over yours as he stares into your glossy eyes. "Oh bunny," he smirks. "Not good enough, I said scream my name."

His hips snap into yours until his cock is buried deep within you. "Guess I'll have to fuck you harder until you learn to follow directions."

And i-

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[scaryashmonster]

Oh wow. That was fantastic.

[angrythingstarlight]

i thought about beefy!bucky stopping in the middle of sex to gaze into each other's eyes, telling each other i love you. just pure fluff, but with a little smut? -🐱‍👤

NSFW thots below the gif. No minors.

I've thought about this too. Let's discuss it a little more.

So he's big and strong, he has to turn a little to fit through the average doorway. But you never fully realize just how big he is until he's on top of you.

His favorite position is missionary because he can feel all of you on his warm skin, your soft hands gripping ass as you beg him for more.

He can feel your tight and silky and hot walls pulsating around him.

He can feel your chest rise and fall with each stuttered gasp.

But it's your face that's captivating his attention even more than your prefect pussy.

So he stills inside you, not ready to come because he wants to keep feeling you. Bucky will put his entire weight on you, his hands around your head, resting his forehead on yours and gaze into your eyes.

No need for words. His deep blue eyes tell you everything. It's just you and him. He's never felt this way before and he savors every last morsel of it.

Without breaking eye contact, he'll slide one hand under your ass and push you up so he goes even deeper, his lips dipping down to swallow your gasp. He watches the way your eyes flutter shut, belly bulging because of him and he can feel that too.

He knows you want him to move but you let him take his time because this intimacy feels so right, so good.

So you stroke his broad back and let him take what he wants.

Which is everything you're willing to give him.

If he could, he would keep you like this, beautiful eyes glossy and dazed, your perfect lips kissed so thoroughly they're swollen, throat decorated with his hickeys.

You're always gorgeous to him but seeing you full of him, wrapped around him so tight he can't pull out, is something he can't describe, the only words that come to mind is that you're a goddess.

"I love you" whispered on your lips, seared into you with a slow passionate kiss. And he thrusts into you telling you over and over again with each deep stroke until all you can hear over your breathy little cries is his deep voice showering you with praise and love.

And when you finally come for him like the good girl you are, letting him feel your pussy spasm and clench around him. You feel so good, his head dropping to yours as he moans, you're so good, so fucking good. Bucky's greedy when it comes to you so he's going to lower his body back on top of you.

He's going to tell how you how proud he is of you and he's going roll over with you still wrapped around him, rubbing patterns on your back until you fall asleep. And he's going to stay awake for hours just so he can enjoy the feel of you on and around him.

[scaryashmonster]

I've never wanted anything more. Like, why can't I have that?

[angrythingstarlight]

So, I recently smacked my knuckle against a cart at work. It immediately bruised and swelled (I'm fine, that's not the point of this). It got me thinking how any of your Bucky AUs would react to reader coming home with a minor injury like that.

Chubby Alpha Bucky: So he felt your flare of pain through the bond and the only reason he wasn't already busting down the doors at your job to get you was your phone call reassuring your alpha that yes you're okay, yes you're going to finish your shift, yes you're sure Bucky.

So he turned the truck around and waited for you, ice packs, snacks and lotion on the coffee table. Grumbling the entire time, making sure that you knew through the bond that he's not going to be happy until he sees your injury.

Your car is still in drive when he flings open the door, he puts in park, unbuckles your seat belt and hoists you into his arms. You shouldn't laugh but he's so adorable when he's cranky and worried over you.

You show him your swollen knuckle and he vows to kick the carts ass. By the time you're actually in the house, you're crying from laughing so hard.

Bucky plops you on the couch, puts a snack on your belly and orders you to let him take care of you. He ices your hand and then massages it gently, his large fingers rubbing soothing circles over the tender skin.

Beefy alpha Bucky: yeah, you couldn't convince him to stay away. He alpha commanded your boss into giving you the day off and then he took you home and pampered you. He keeps scenting you, coating you in his pheromones until you're dizzy, limp and happy. You don't even feel your finger after a while.

Mafia Bucky: He knew about your injury the second it happened, your bodyguard reports everything to him. Not that you mind because by the time you got home, he paid for personal spa services to make you feel better. So now you're getting couples massages in your living room while being fed strawberries by Andy, the masseuse.

TFAWS Bucky: He can't stand even minor injuries, part of him wishing he could somehow absorb your pain. So he does the next best thing, he hauls you on his lap, puts on your favorite movie and massages your hand while you rest your head on his shoulder.

Chubby Baker Bucky: He’s kissing your knuckles, icing them and then whipping up a sweet dessert to take your mind off the pain. You’re getting the full treatment tonight. Whatever you want, you’re getting and he doesn’t care that its a little injury peach, its not the point. He’s going to take care of you, so shush and let him. 

So now you’re being spoiled.

Chubby librarian Bucky: He’s not good with injuries so he distracts you until you’re feeling better, he has movies, comics, he’s making you and he’s even willing to sing(but that might hurt more than your finger) and after he sees you’re okay, he decides an orgasm or two will take away the pain. And who are you to argue with that logic?

Beefy Biker Bucky: Bucky is more than capable of taking care of injuries because of his time in the army, so he knows how to wrap and ice your hand so you feel better. A few motrin and one massage later you feel great. But now he has to check your entire body for injuries. Inch by inch until he's sure you're okay. "And that means all of you gorgeous so go on and take your panties off."

[scaryashmonster]

This made my day so much ❤

[angrythingstarlight]

Make him stop being so perfect. Please 🥺.

Lumberjack!Steve thots. Little bit of smut. Little bit of praise kink. Little bit of feels. Lot of needy Beefy Steve. No minors. 18+.

Do not copy, rewrite, repost or translate my fics. Likes comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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“You have no idea, do you?” Steve says with a soft laugh. There’s a tenderness in his clear blue eyes that makes you feel as if you’re falling headfirst into the unknown. It’s exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

His next words, spoken with conviction and sincerity, let you know he’s always going to be there to catch you. “You don’t even know how perfect you are,” he says incredulously, more to himself than to you.

“I’m not-“ his soft lips cut your protest off, slotting over yours. Steve doesn’t know what you were about to say and he doesn’t care.

You are perfect and he will not allow you to disagree with one of the few things he still believes in.

So he kisses you.

And he keeps kissing you until you’re pliant in his arms, his hands smoothing over the curve of your ass, squeezing and kneading. His tongue delving into your mouth as he takes more of you, deepening the kiss. A vague I could do this all day joke playing in his head.

He could, though.

He will.

If you let him.

Steve savors the taste of your smile, the taste of you, unique and sweet on his tongue. He lifts you up, your legs instinctively circling his narrow waist. Your back slaps the wall with a dull thud, his hand swiftly moving up to cushion your head before it can hit a framed picture.

“Sweetheart,” he moans in your mouth, not breaking the kiss. “Love you.” each attempt to pull away ends with him telling himself just one more second. “So much.”

Your hand slide through his thick hair, holding him closer to you, the scents of your shampoo drifting down. You don’t know how it smells even better on him. Your fingers coast up his broad back over the tattoos decorating his shoulder.

Even with your legs around his waist, he towers over you, his large biceps caging you in. You feel tiny compared to his 6’5" body.

Safe, cared for, cherished.

Loved.

Your bare chest pressed into his warm, smooth muscles, his dog tags dangling between your bodies, the cool metal gently tapping between your breasts.

He finally breaks the kiss, his forehead resting on yours, panting softly through parted lips. “You make everything better, sweetheart.”

He means it. You came into his life and gave him purpose, brightening his long days, and now he practically speeds home, eager to spend each night with you.

Dancing around the cozy kitchen while dinner cooks, sitting on the front porch, your head on his shoulder while he teaches you about the constellations in the clear dark sky, his head on your lap while you read to him in front of the fireplace.

“Oh, Steve I...” You have no words, the way he’s gazing at you leaves you speechless.

Steve tilts your chin up. “Keep your eyes on me,” you’ll do anything he says if he keeps looking at you like that. His hand moves between your bodies, his fingers closing around his cock.

Later, he’s going to tease you until you’re begging him to take you, but right now he has to be inside you.

“So good to me,” he groans, his darkening blue eyes taking in the way your brows pull together, a breathy gasp spilling from your lips as he slowly stretches you.

Fuck, he lives for that first deep thrust, the small gasps and moans you make feed his ego and all he wants to do is make you do it again and again.

All his fantasies revolve around you, he dreams about the way your slick walls bear down on him, so snug and warm around him.

“Fuck, you feel me, sweetheart?” He grunts, grinding his hips into yours until he can’t go any further, he can feel your belly bulging from how deep he is. “Your pretty pussy fits so good around my cock, no one else could make me feel so good.”

He eases out of you, his head falling to the crook of your neck, moaning into your skin. You’re incredible, your velvety hot walls clinging to him, he slows down making you sob his name as he drags his ridged veiny cock out of your cunt. God, you can feel each thick inch, your nails scrape down his back. “Steve, yes, right there, right there, fuck yesyesyes,” you mewl, tossing your head back into his hand.

You have no idea how much he needed to hear you say that. He widens his stance, his hands going to your ass, tilting your hips to go even deeper, wet sloshing filling the room as he pounds into you. Pleasure bursting within you, waves of sensations crashing into you with every sinful snap of his hip, the precipice of your orgasm getting closer and closer.

“So fucking perfect.” His words slurring together, his swollen lips sucking bruises on your throat, a primal need to mark your soft skin taking over his mind. “Cum for me, sweetheart.” His fingertip brushes over your clit and the coil shatters.

“There you go, good girl, give it to me, lemme have it, sweetheart,” he praises, his thrusts becoming shorter, erratic as you fall apart around his cock.

He fucks you through your orgasm, his lips moving over your ear, whispering “do you know how fucking pretty you sound when you cum?”

You can’t answer him, you can only whimper, his languid strokes setting off fierce shock waves of sensations through your sensitive pussy. “St-Steve, I-Steve.”

“I know, I know,” he mutters, his lips claiming yours. “You’re going to give me one more and then I’m going to spend the rest of the afternoon with my face buried in your sweet cunt until you know how perfect you are.”

“Steve, we- you can’t,” you splutter, even as you clench down at the thought of his tongue inside you. “We need to eat,” you want to roll your eyes when his gaze drops to your pussy, you can practically him say, I’m eating you, sweetheart. “Food. Actual food.”

“Don’t worry, I already started lunch, so you get one break to do whatever you want. Eat, nap, stretch.” His lips curl up at your shocked huff. Steve circles his hips, his grin widening when you tremble, a soft oh god escaping your mouth.

“But if I were you, I’d stretch first because I’m going to fuck this little pussy so good, you’re going to feel me inside you all weekend.”

[scaryashmonster]

Wishing this into existence.

Everything you write is fantastic.

[nuggsmum]

The Light

Part Five

header by @luna-aestas

Irene saves a man from the sea during a hurricane. What was he doing out there? Who is he? Can he be trusted?

AU Walter Marshall x Plus Sized OFC (Irene)

Word Count: approx 8.1k

Warnings: Language, fear of heights, horrible timing featuring Chonk

Author’s note: Thank you, thank you, thank you to @amandalove  for always making me look smarter than I am and  @luna-aestas  for being the best bitch with a mood board - You guys are my enablers and I can’t thank you enough for all your help and constant support. I love you.

divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics

Y’all. I don’t own shit. Walter, Nomis/Night Hunter, my car, my pride, nothing. I’m just playing around.

As always, please let me know if you want on or off my tag list - I only have one and I leave you on it until you request to be taken off :)

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Please do not share my work on other platforms. Thank you!

Master List

Part One ~ Part Two ~  Part Three ~ Part Four

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[scaryashmonster]

The more I read, the more I love Clara. I never thought I'd want a pillow with 'Enjoy Your Erotica' on it, but here we are.

That kiss! I've been waiting for that! And that cliffhanger! Fantastic as usual!

[angrythingstarlight]

NSFW head canon

Having small hands/fingers which meant you were never able to hit your g-spot. So obviously your much larger than you boyfriend is dedicated to proving just how useful his fingers are🤤

Let's go with beefy lumberjack Bucky.

Pairing: Beefy Lumberjack Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Fingering, Minors DNI, Protective Bucky. 

A/N: This was supposed to be five sentences. Five. Le sigh. As always dont’ copy, rewrite, repost or translate my drabbles. I do love comments, likes and reblogs. 

****

Bucky never intended on eavesdropping, he was heading to the kitchen to start dinner when he overhead you whispering on your phone.

The words gspot and can’t come, making him turn around. His brows furrowing, forming a deep wrinkle as he creeps into the living room.

You flopped back on the couch, tapping your foot on the plush chiffon rug. “What if it’s me?”

You sound dejected. He knew you had been hesitant to spend the night, but he chalked it up to nerves. Hell, he was nervous too; he wanted your first time with him to be incredible. As he listens to you talk about how the last guy you dated treated you, Bucky feels something twist deep in his gut, a startling rage at every guy who’s ever let you down flaring to life.

“Maybe I'm broken or something. I-I don’t want to disappoint him and I-“

You squeak in surprise when your phone is suddenly taken from your hand. “She’ll call you back.” Bucky tosses it on the coffee table, rounding the couch until he’s looming over you.

“Broken?” Bucky says in disbelief. “Bunny, I promise ain’t a damn thing wrong with you.”

You drop your eyes to your hands, picking at your nails. “I- I’m sorry,” you say, not even sure why you’re apologizing, embarrassment heating your face.

He kneels beside you, his hands smoothing up your legs until they’re curving around your waist. “Look at me,” he commands, lowering his head until he catches your eyes. “Just because some immature jackass couldn’t do his job doesn’t mean it was your fault.”

He can tell you’re not convinced. He’ll show you he’s right. “You want me to prove it?”

Even crouching, he’s at your eye level, his thin henley straining around his large corded biceps. His long chestnut locks pulled back into a loose bun, a shadow of a beard across his sculpted handsome face. You want him to be right, so much that your clit pulsates at the thought of coming apart for him.

“Just say yes and I swear I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”

“Ye-,” you clear your throat, shifting under his heady gaze. Bucky rubs small circles on your thighs, the feel of his rough fingers on your soft skin has heat forming in your core, slick dripping out drenching your panties. ” Yes.”

Taking your chin in his large hand, his lips slot over yours, passionately kissing you, guiding you back on the couch until you’re flat under him.

He deepens the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth as he pulls down your shorts and panties, only breaking away to yank them off past your ankles.

He spreads your thighs with his calloused fingers, groaning at the sight of your glistening folds. “So fucking pretty,” he says to himself.

Bucky gazes into your eyes, the intense emotions lurking in his darkening blue ones have you shivering.

“You’re perfect,” he declares, sliding two fingers through you until they’re coated with your slick. “Now lemme show you’re going to be treated from now on.”

His cock twitches when he feels how soft and wet you are, the primal part of him screaming to bury his cock in your cunt.

Soon he thinks, staring raptly at you.

He shakes off the feral urges and pushes one thick finger into your tight pussy, groaning when you clamp down, quickly adding another. You’re so tight and warm and wet, barely able to handle his fingers. The thought of you stretched around his cock has him painfully hard and leaking in his gray sweatpants.

He gently pumps his fingers in you, slowly increasing his steady pace until you’re moaning. You’ve never felt so full, so good, and you know he’s only getting started.

He slips his fingers out of you, but any protest at being left empty fizzles out when he pops one in his mouth. Your belly drops when he groans out you’re sweet.

“Do you like that, bunny?” Bucky says with a soft smile, spreading you open as he teases your clit with soft swipes until you’re grinding on his hand, desperate for more friction.

You nod, glancing down at him. The look in his deep blue eyes makes your stomach sink in. He’s going to ruin you.

 “Use. Your. Words.” Bucky demands with three firm taps on your clit, the sensations making you jolt in his grasp. The dominance in his baritone voice has you clenching down, the need to be filled by him is overwhelming. You need it, need him.

Swallowing thickly, you nod again, whimpering when he gives you another warning tap, jolts of electricity sparking through your limbs.

“Yes, yes, I like-oh god damn it Bucky,” you screech at the sudden intrusion of his fingers stretching your velvety walls.

Bucky smiles, “you know that filthy little mouth of yours is going to look so pretty around my cock.”

Before you can even process that because fuck yeah, you want him down your throat, he’s doing this thing with his fingers and it’s setting your nerves on fire, his wrist twisting as he pumps in and out of you.

Bucky’s studying your face, taking in the way you’re quietly gasping, your hands flat at your side. “How do you feel?”

“Good,” you breathe out. It’s true, his thick fingers feel so good inside your pussy, filling you in a way no one ever has. Damn, if you’re this stretched out from his fingers, part of you wonders how you’re going to take his cock.

Bucky doesn’t like that answer, his bottom lip rolling between his teeth as he curls his fingers. He’s not going to settle for ‘good’ he wants you crying and begging him for more. He wants you babbling incoherently until you can only whimper. Bucky wants you to feel better than good.

Bucky slows his movements, murmuring, I know bunny I know at your soft whine. He keeps dragging along your walls, he cant get over how warm and tight you are around him. “Cmon sweet girl, give it to me, give it to me,” he mutters under his breath.

Then he hits it, a soft spongy patch. His eyes flicker up at your strangled oh fuck. Your hands balling into fists and your mouth goes slack for a second. He rubs it again and you gasp. “Is that it, Bunny?” Oh, he knows it is, but he wants to hear you say, another soft press has you keening, and he decides that’s his new favorite sound.

Bucky smooths the rough pads of his fingers over your spot again. “Yeah, that’s it.” he smirks, striking it faster and harder until he’s fucking you senseless. A searing heat spreading across you with each sloppy soaked thrust back into your cunt.

“Fuck, yesyesyes,” you chant, your head lolling on the cushion. All you can focus on is his calloused fingers, pressure building, pleasure cresting inside of you, fuck fuck fuck you’re going to break, split in two if he keeps fucking you so good. “Wait, Bucky-“ you cry out, your hands grabbing at his.

Bucky chuckles with a deep sense of pride, now he’s happy, you’re falling apart before his eyes. He’s drinking in the way you’re arching off the couch, your hips grinding down as your pretty pussy sucks his fingers back. He knew you were going to be a greedy girl.

“Please, I can’t take it- “you sob, trying to slow his hand, sensations crashing into you. “Please-“

“Your pussy is going to take everything I give her,” he promises, wrapping his other hand around your thigh, he sweeps his metal thumb across your clit at the same time he hits your sweet spot. And you keen, the thin high sound pulled from your chest as he circles your aching bud, setting off a powerful wave of pleasure, your moans thundering in his ears.

“Now cum for-“ he starts, grinning as the pressure snaps, your eyes roll back in your head and blindingly bright stars cloud your vision. “Good girl,” he laughs, “there ya go, lemme feel you come on my fingers.” He fucks you even harder, pushing your orgasm higher and higher until you shatter into little pieces.

Your mouth opens in a wordless scream, the wet sloshing of your cunt filling the silent room.

“How do you feel?”

He growls at the broken whimper slipping through your lips while your body collapsing on the couch. That’s what he wanted to hear.

For a brief two seconds, you have a chance to breathe, your chest heaving as you stare at the ceiling, waiting for your vision to clear.

“Let’s see how many times you cum on my tongue before you take my cock.”

You glance down at him, your eyes widening as his fingers languidly curl over your fluttering walls. “Oh, you didn’t think that was it, did you? He tsk, his smirk growing with each slow stroke. “You deserve to cum more than once, Bunny.”

He lowers his mouth over your clit, his sinfully dark eyes gazing up at you.

“I’m about to give you every orgasm your pretty little pussy missed out on.”

And i-

[scaryashmonster]

[littlefreya]

OKAY BUT THE SY DRABBLE... HOW WOULD HE REACT TO COMING HOME TO SEE READER DOING HERSELF WITH A TOY AND SCREAMING HIS NAME.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader.

Words: 857

Warning: 18+, smut, female masturbation with a sex toy, mentions of sexual intercouse (p in v), slight fingering, mentions of exhibtionism, voyeurism, semi- public sex, hinted breeding, hinted possessive behaviour.

A/N: Sorry, this was in my drafts for several days, but! Here you go, an answer to Home Theater. Not beta’d :) I’ll die. 

The Real Thing

Getting off the pill had one unbearable side effect - you were constantly frisky. The touch of your own skin drove you insane, and even mundane chores like folding the laundry had somehow managed to turn you on.

To make things worse, the love of your life had given you less attention than usual. Having to work extra hours at the military academy during the humid summertime, he had left you longing, soaking wet and tormented by daydreams of that same hunk-of-beef railing to next Tuesday.

"Fuck..." you grumbled, smoothing a hand over your sweat-silken nape and trailing it down your breasts. You gave a firm squeeze, imagining Sy's crude touch instead. How he loved to grope and leave a brand beneath your skin.

"Fuck it!"

It didn't take much to break you. You nearly dropped the laundry basket as you rushed to the bedroom, your yoga sweats and panties briefly piled by the edge of the bed, and your favourite toy, 'Old Faithful', was soon latched between sneaky fingers.

Easing onto the pillows, you shut your eyes and began teasing the little pearl above your slit, carefully nudging it with the tip of the silicon phallus. Sy's velvety tongue was on your mind, slowly lapping on your nectar as he usually would, taking his time to coax you into utter madness.

He liked getting you tight and begging like that. Strong-willed and patient, he could tease you for hours until finally stuffing you of his full girth. But now you were the mistress of your own pleasure, owing nothing to no one but yourself and with a slow, languid shove, you folded your knees and filled yourself.

"Oh, Sy..." a whisper escaped you as slowly as you slid the shaft between your slippery lips. A moment you halted, the memory of the first night he took you came to mind. Under the stars in the meadow, he fucked you 3 times from each direction. He had the stamina of an apex predator; he left you sore for weeks. Slowly you began to pump, remembering the incredible sensation of his warm body atop of yours, the kind of solacing heat as his skin pressed tightly against yours and his coarse hair made you raw.

Even though you clenched around your toy, no pleasure could compete with his embrace, but reveries were enough and there you were, tingling and spasming, now bumping your hips and working yourself in a punishing rhythm as you sought your quick climax.

Urging yourself, you thrashed so hard that the bed dipped heavily below your writhing. You were too close to make anything out of it, however, when suddenly strong hands cradled your head and pillowed it on a sturdy thigh.

Your eyes blinked open with alarm, surprised to find Sy peering down at you with both amusement and lust cascading on his ocean blues. 

"Treatin' yourself in my absence, huh?"

You nibbled your lip and moaned a response.

Sy huffed with mirth and stroke a hand down your vibrating torso, pulling your shirt all the way to your neck to expose your bra. His fingers marked every patch of skin and tightly squeezed around your lace-clad beast.

"Tell me what your fantasy's 'bout, baby, is it me?"

"Yes!" You gasped, your pleasure swiftly escalating. His hardening cock pressed against your neck while his eyes were occupied with the sight of the purple toy slipping in and out of what he deemed as his property.

"You're such a nasty girl," he groaned and rolled a finger around the sheer material of your bra, finding your nipple and pebbling it against the coarse pad, "are you thinking about my big cock inside you? Pounding you like a bitch?"

"Sy..." you wailed and locked your thighs, bottoming yourself out.

"Mhm..." His other hand wrapped around your jaw, holding your head in place while the other descended from your breast to find your clit.

"I'll use your body as my vessel," he promised with the flick of his tongue over his lip, "like that summer when I fucked you at the Harpers’, remember that? Right there in their kitchen when they were flippin' burgers in the backyard. You squeezed my dick so hard I thought I won't be able to pull out." He drawled and gently grazed your clit. "Gonna do it again this Saturday... pump your fertile little womb full of cum while they might walk in on us."

"Fuck you!" You squeaked and gaped toward the ceiling as a wave of hot light flooded through your entire body. Sy's strong hands held you tightly while you shuddered and squirmed, his eyes preserving the display of your euphoria carefully. 

Then lightly, he chortled, reaching to discard the toy from your tender sleek and switch it off. 

"Nothing I love more than seein' my woman sated," he mentioned and lowered his head to kiss your sweaty brow. 

Still trembling, you smiled dreamily, only to be abruptly flipped on your stomach with him climbing behind you with his cock held in his fist.

"But now, since you've prepped yourself, how 'bout I'll give you the real thing?"

[scaryashmonster]

I should have saved this for later. I should NOT have read this sitting in the break room at work.

[angrythingstarlight]

After a long and annoying day at work, there's nothing I want more than to come home to love and affection from Bucky and maybe a foot massage (even though I can't stand my feet being touched).

He would be willing and waiting to take care of you

[scaryashmonster]

I'd like to order a Bucky, please. Can I will one into existence?

[scaryashmonster]

Uhmm, @staff, I think you've made a mistake.

Can y'all please fix this?

[nuggsmum]

Sundresses

An Applewine Valley Shortie for @seriouslygoodlookinggents 😘 from this post :

i have this idea:

I woke wondering: what would Sy be like if for some reason he couldn't have hot fun and the only thing Y/N does is teasing ... big bear in t

Warnings: basically just smut. And this isn’t edited and was written on my phone. Only the best typos for my good tumblr bitches.

Looking around the heart of the old farmhouse, I couldn’t help but smile. I loved the old kitchen and everything that came with it. Especially the family.

Speaking of. Where the fuck is my husband?

Noticing the door to the cheese cave was open slightly, I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling.

Poking my head around the corner, I yelled down the stairs.

“Sy! We’re gonna be late! Come on!”

I checked my makeup in the mirror hanging on the wall, swiping a little bit of lipstick from the corner of my mouth.

“I’m comin’ Sugar! I just had to check on something for dad.” He called back as he dashed up the stairs. “Do I really need to wear this shirt? It’s just Mikey. He doesn’t care if I’m buttoned up.”

“Sy, it’s a wedding for Christ’s sake! I know it said casual, and I’m not asking you to wear a suit, but you need to at least wear a button up. Besides, You look handsome.” I slid my hands up his chest, the crisp cotton of the plaid shirt feeling smooth under my hands. I slid my fingers down the sleeves, loving that he had rolled them up to his elbows.

“Mr. Syverson you do things to me when you roll your sleeves up like that.” I whispered, pecking him lightly on the lips.

“Now just wait one minute, Mrs. Syverson. This is new.” He held me at arms length, his eyes roving over my pink sundress. “It’s a little short.”

His grin told me he didn’t mind one bit that my legs were showing a little more than usual.

“Come here, Sugar, let me see if you got on those granny panties I like. ”

“Sy! Stop it! We’re going to be late!” I swatted his hands away from the hen of my dress and grabbed my bag off the counter, maybe swaying my hips a little more than usual. “And don’t make fun of my granny panties.”

“I’m not, Sugar. I like ‘em. It’s like unwrapping a present. That someone severely over-wrapped. It’s like Christmas when you wear them.” He chuckled, following me out the door.

Helping me into the truck, he slid his hand up my leg, leaning down, he planted an open mouth kiss on my exposed thigh, his fingers pushing my legs apart. Swatting at him again, I clamped my legs shut.

“Jack Syverson. Get your ass in this truck now. We are not going to be late to one of your best friends' weddings because you can’t control yourself! Cindy's mom has the kids tonight. You can get it later.”

He growled lowly, his lips pressed on a thin line as he stood up straight and slammed my door shut, striding around the truck to his side.

Getting in, he looked over at me, his eyes sliding up my legs. Shaking his head, he reached over and pulled my seatbelt tighter across my lap, then slammed the truck into gear. He spun the tires, kicking up dust as we left the driveway and drove down the lane between the paddocks that lead to Applewine Valley, which we’d sold to Lisa when she’d moved to town to take over as the math teacher at the high school.

Little did we know that her and Mikey would end up getting hitched and he’d end up being our neighbor.

“Sy, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Short cut.” He mumbled, turning the wheel sharply and spinning the truck into the vacant paddock.

Tearing across the empty field, he maneuvered the truck into a small path that barely cleared the doors of the big pickup. Small branches scratched at the sides as he sped down the tiny road.

“This is ridiculous! Are you seriously that pissed off that I wouldn’t let you have any because we’d be late? It’s not like I’m not going to put out later.” I looked at him in disbelief.

“You know how I feel about you in pink sundresses, Sugar. And then you bust out this one that shows those beautiful thighs of yours? It’s like you’re doing this on purpose.”

I could see his jaw clenched under his beard.

Fuck. He’s really pissed.

Turning the truck sharply, he slammed on the brakes and threw the truck in park in between some trees. He flicked my seatbelt off and jumped out, striding back to my door. Wrenching open the door, he pulled me out of the truck.

“Sy what the he-“

His lips crashed on mine, bending me back against the seat of the truck, his body pressing me into the cushion. His hands slid under the dress, grasping my panties.

Gasping, I broke the kiss.

“Don’t you dare rip these!” I cried as he nipped at my neck, his beard rough against my chest.

“What’s the matter, Sugar? Too short to wear without panties?” He growled against my neck, his hand sliding down my panties and stroking me.

“Oh god! Sy! We really can’t! We need to be there early! He wants you to stand with him!”

Kissing me once more, his hands roughly grasped my hips and flipped me around, pushing me down against the seat, flipping my skirt up while he caught a glimpse of my panties.

Letting out a low whistle, I could hear the grin in his voice.

“Pink lace? These are new, too.” He kissed my lower back, just above the waist band of the thin undergarment. “We’re not gonna be late, Sugar. The lodge is just on the other side of these trees. We’ll be early. Just try not to make too much noise. Wouldn’t want the reverend to hear you.”

With that, he yanked down my panties and sunk his teeth into the plump skin of my behind.

“My Peach.” he murmured, sliding his finger into my already soaked folds.

Whimpering, I pushed back against him as he pumped his fingers into my tightness.

“Oh god, Sy!” I whispered.

The metallic clink of his belt buckle had me trembling with need as he quickly pulled his pants down, his hand sliding over my ass and settling at the small of my back, pushing me into the seat as he thrust into me in one quick movement, my breath knocked out of me.

“Fuck.” He breathed. “Sugar, you’re so fucking beautiful, more beautiful than the day I met you.”

“Shut up and fuck me, Captain.” I moaned, slamming my hips back against him.

Chuckling, he grabbed my hips.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Starting to move, his rhythm sharp and almost punishing in force, I gripped the seat to steady myself, unable to balance in my heels.

“You feel good, Sugar. So fucking good wrapped around my cock in your pretty little sundress.” He ground out.

Whimpering, my hands flew to my mouth to keep from crying out. Sy’s hand covered mine, holding in my moans as he pounded me against the seat.

“Come on, Sugar. I need you to come for me baby. I want to feel you squeezing against me, darlin’.”

His other hand reached between me and the seat, his thumb circling my tender bud, electric currents shooting through my lower abdomen.

My muffled cries were music to his ears as I came undone around him, fluttering and shaking.

“There it is, that’s my girl. So fucking beautiful. So damn sexy.” His thrusts became erratic and shallow as his own release neared.

Slamming into my one more time, I felt him throb and twitch, filling me with his seed.

Leaning down and kissing my back again, he popped open the glove box and pulled out some baby wipes.

“Such a good dad,” I muttered, smiling at him over my shoulder as he grinned.

We cleaned up quickly and got back in the truck. Reaching over, he grabbed my hand, kissing my knuckles.

“Love you, Sugar.”

“I love you too, Captain. Come on, before we’re really late.”

Backing out of the trees, he continued down the path, coming out of the woods only a minute later, into the side parking lot of the rented lodge hall where the wedding was taking place.

“How’s my hair? “ I asked him as he was holding the door open for me to enter the building.

“Looks good, oh, wait.” He pulled me into the coat room, kicking the door shut behind him.

He tucked a stray piece back into place while smoothing his other hand up my leg. He hitched it up over his hip and pushed me against the wall.

“That wasn’t enough. As soon as those vows are over, you’ve got a date with me back in those wood, Mrs. Syverson.”

“You just think you’re so irresistible, don’t you?”

“I know I am.” He grinned.

The door opened, Joey standing there with a big grin.

“Listen guys, as much as I want you to have more kids than me, can we wait until later? Mikey needs you up there, man. For some reason, he’s not listening to the rest of us about how great marriage is and he’s freaking out.”

Ducking down behind Sy, I couldn’t help but laugh as Sy threatened his cousin with bodily harm. Joey laughed and retreated back to the ceremony room.

“Come on, Sy. It’s just a dress. It’s not going to kill you to wait a little while.”

“You have no idea, Sugar. Pink sundresses on you is like my kryptonite.” He murmured as he opened the door.

“You are such a pain in my ass, Captain.”

“Yeah, but you love it.” He grinned, kissing my forehead as he handed me into my seat next to Maryanne, Annie, Cindy and Rebecca, who all gave me knowing smiles.

“Ladies, looking lovely as always.” He nodded to them, then went to join Mikey and the rest of the guys at the head of the aisle.

[scaryashmonster]

How did I manage to come across this at the worst possible time in my cycle? My hormones are going crazy and now I'm sad because I want my own Sy but he's not real 🥺

[nuggsmum]

The Light

Part Four

header by @luna-aestas

Irene saves a man from the sea during a hurricane. What was he doing out there? Who is he? Can he be trusted?

AU Walter Marshall x Plus Sized OFC (Irene)

Word Count: approx 7.6k

Warnings: Language, lying, dare I say mutual pining? shirtless Walter

Author’s note: Thank you, thank you, thank you to @amandalove  for always making me look smarter than I am and  @luna-aestas  for being the best bitch with a mood board - You guys are my enablers and I can’t thank you enough for all your help and constant support. I love you. 

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[scaryashmonster]

The thought of shirtless, sweaty Walter is just

[angrythingstarlight]

Sweeter than Sugar

Summary: She broke his heart but you're not going to let her win. Bucky deserves the best and you're going to give it to him.

Pairing: Chubby Baker!Bucky x Reader, mentions of former relationship with OFC.

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: Smut, Oral (fem receiving), body shaming by OFC, language, mentions of insecurities. painful break up (not reader) bit angst, fluff. As always 18+ only.

A/N: Do not copy, rewrite, repost or translate my works. Comments and reblogs are welcomed. Beta'd by the lovely @deann and @makbarnes but all mistakes are my own.

"Wait till you try this. I think this is my best batch yet." Bucky promises as he pulls the tray out of the oven with his vibranium hand.

You cringe for a second before remembering that he can handle the heat.

You stretch, looking around the large bright kitchen. A fresh breeze floats through the open window carrying in notes of rain and freshly cut grass and the faint sounds of the neighbor's kids playing with their dogs.

Leaning back in your seat, you turn your gaze back to him, a faint smile on your lips as he blows on the pastries, cute little puffs he named after you.

His blue eyes shine under the soft yellow lights, an apron under the swell of his pudgy belly. He looks incredible, wearing only a pair of black boxers that stretch across the curves of his ass. His hair is pulled back into a small bun at the nape of his neck, and there's always something smeared across his cheek.

Yesterday, it had been red velvet frosting, and today, cherry.

Bucky scoops a puff on to a small white plate, grabbing a fork from the drawer. He beams, his entire face radiant as he walks towards you.

That's the look that makes your stomach twist and leaves you feeling dizzy.

Dating Bucky has been a dream. He's loving, kind and he looks at you with such love that you lose your breath just thinking about him.

According to him, you've improved his life in several ways; he swears his food tastes better now, that you somehow make his cakes perfect, his frostings sweeter, and well, he can’t look at a peach without grinning like a drunk-in-love idiot.

You’ve spent many late mornings and lazy afternoons watching him patter around the kitchen, listening to him explain his baking processes while you lounge in a chair.

You don’t understand half of what he’s saying, but he speaks with such passion, his hands animatedly flying in the air as he talks about chocolates, melting points, and the differences in pans.

Bucky has discovered early on that he loves to watch you eat. To be more specific, if it's his food. Only his food, if he’s being honest. He gets so nervous every time that his stomach plummets because he wants to make things for you.

Give you so many things.

Starting with your own custom-made pastry.

“Here, Peach, it just melts on your tongue,” his deep voice lowering to a near moan.

He slips the pastry into your open mouth, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip as you swallow. Oh, your eyes almost roll back in your head when the flavors explode on your taste buds. You’ve never tasted anything that wonderful.

“Oh my god, Bucky,” you gasp, leaning forward for more. “I-that’s so good! Can I have another?”

He grins, lopsided and wide, his heart thundering so hard it feels like it might fly out of his chest. Bucky will give you pastries as much as you want if you keep looking at him like that. He puts his all into his baking and the fact that you enjoy it makes him feel as if he can walk on air.

Bucky kisses your forehead as you chew, pushing away from the table, he slides on his sock-covered feet to the fridge. “What do you want to drink?”

“What do we have?” You giggle as he dances in front of the fridge, calling out options for you.

It’s hard to believe that the carefree man in front of you is the same one that was ashamed to remove his shirt a few weeks ago.

Bucky holds your hands at your sides, fingers laced between yours as he feasts between your thighs. He promised to make you come for him at least three times and you swear it’s been double that by now. His warm, wet tongue flicking over your swollen, sensitive clit over and over, sucking and pulling it into his mouth like he can’t get enough of you.

You moan incoherently, voice hoarse from begging and mewling, your legs limp around his broad shoulders. “Buc-Bucky, oh right there, Bucky,” you plead, feeling pressure build in your belly as his tongue traces patterns over you.

Bucky grinned, his face covered in your slick. He can’t remember the last time he had a better meal in his life. “That’s my girl, so sweet, need one more taste, just a little more,” he whispers before his lips wrap around your clit again. Your mouth falls open in a wordless scream, back arching off the bed when he gently shakes his head, sucking so hard that you see stars.

Bucky groans actually groans deep and vulgar when you cum,and you feel it as your body explodes, waves of pleasure surging through you until you’re gushing on his beard. He eases up, nuzzling into your puffy folds as you come down from your high. Bucky looks up, his dark slate-blue eyes taking in your heaving chest, a bead of sweat rolling down your belly.

“One more?” he says hopefully, wanting to dive back into your pussy.

Your eyes widen as you frantically shake your head. “No. Oh no. Bucky, I can’t, I really can’t, I’m not sure I can handle any more.” You laugh breathlessly, tugging one of your hands free from his tight grip. You rake your fingers through his hair, smiling down at him. "Besides, I’ve been dreaming about you fucking me until I can’t walk.”

A faint blush sweeps across his cheeks as he averts his eyes. “Peach,” he mumbles shyly like he just didn’t spend the past hour worshiping your pussy with his mouth.

Bucky stands up, wiping a hand down his face. He stares at his glistening palm for a second, and then his pink tongue darts out, swiping across the wet surface. You wonder if he’s aware that he's moaning, your pussy throbbing at the guttural sounds.

“You’re filthy,” you jest when he does it again. His face gets even redder as he sucks on his finger.

“You taste better than my pies,” he retorts. “I could eat you all day, every day.”

“Tomorrow, for sure, but right now I want you inside me.”

His smile drops a little when you tell him to get undressed. He’s been dreading this moment, doing everything he can to avoid it. You scoot back on the bed, reaching out for him. Bucky looks down at his body, at his belly, his eyes narrowing, he scratches the back of his neck, telling himself he can do this.

He lifts the edge of his navy blue Henley, freezing when he hears her voice in his head. “Who would want a fatty? No one is going to love you looking like that.” Even now it stings thinking about her. Bucky glances over at you, his heartbreaking at the thought of you rejecting him.

Bucky drops his shirt and reaches for the lamp. “One second.” He says. An unmistakable hint of sadness in his voice has you sitting up. He’s never sounded like that before.

You tilt your head to the side, searching his face. “Bucky, what’s wrong?”

“Just gonna turn the lights off first.” The corner of his lips lifts in a weak, watery smile.

You move to your knees and grab his large hand before he can switch them off. “Why?”

Bucky swallows, “no reason, just like the lights off, 'is all.”

Bucky’s admittedly good at a lot of things, but lying isn’t one of them. He briefly meets your gentle gaze, worry and fear swimming in his beautiful clear blue eyes.

Placing your hands on his chest, you grab his chin. “Bucky, look at me.” He immediately follows your soft command. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

Bucky blinks, shaking his head, almost confused at the thought that you could do anything wrong. “No, no, you’re perfect! It’s me. I don’t wanna disappoint you.” His voice tapers off in a whisper, hearing her sharp laughter the last night they were together. “I know I’m fat, so it would be better if we turned off the lights, that way you don’t have to look at me. “

You stare at your generous, doting boyfriend. “Why wouldn’t I want to look at you?,” you question, befuddled because who on earth would jump at the chance to see a naked Bucky Barnes.

He shrugs a shoulder, his somber eyes drifting down. He grabs his belly and jiggles it. Another shrug followed by a quiet, “I look different with my clothes off.”

You crane your head back, “I love your belly, it’s perfect. Who made you feel like you have to hide it?”

Bucky sighs, rubbing his cheek into your palm. “My ex, Moxie- “

Bucky dated her two years ago. She latched on to him when he and Steve bought the bakery, wanting to be the girlfriend of the rising baking star.

Bucky slowly gained weight as he sampled his baking and designed dessert menus for local restaurants, his joy for baking expanding each day, finally getting to see his dreams become reality.

He hadn’t noticed the changes in his body until one night Moxie cruelly pointed them out.

He was getting ready for bed, eager to be with his girl after a full day of running around. He had been telling her about how another restaurant wanted his input, so excited to share his news that he didn’t notice the way she glared at him.

Tossing his shirt in the hamper, he turned to her and smiled, his hands on his belt. “I’ve been thinking about you all day baby, I can’t- “

Moxie sneered at him, pretending to gag. “Are you serious?”

Bucky’s brows furrowed. “Um, what?”

“Um, what,” she mocked, pulling the blanket up to her chest. There's a pause, tension seeping into the room. “You know what, I have to say it, I can't take this anymore James. Look at you and look at me, why the fuck would I let you touch me anymore?”

Moxie sighed, “can you put on your shirt back on or something because that- “she gestured at him “-is disgusting” She let out an irritated groan when he flinched at her words.

A punch to the gut would have hurt less. Bucky felt his heart split. “Moxie,” he whispered, unable to find words to express the pain currently ripping through him.

“Look, I didn’t sign up for this, you were in shape when we got together, what the hell happened to you? Why do you think I stopped letting you touch me.” She ranted, ignoring his soft pleas for her to stop.

“Either lose the weight or I’ll fuck Steve, at least he still looks good.” She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, yawning, “can you go somewhere else, I don’t want you accidentally rolling over me and squishing me in your sleep.”

His mouth floundered open, but he couldn’t speak. It all hurt too much, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, the air was too thick and his chest grew tighter with each breath; he needed to get away, terrified of what might happen if he cried in front of her.

Bucky shuffled out the room, his heart shattering with every step. He thought she was happy, that he made her happy. Her laughter following him out to the hallway made his head droop even more.

What did he do wrong?

He spent the night on the couch, staring at his old pictures through tear-filled eyes, Bucky always had a little fullness to him, but he was always happy with his body. And he had been having so much fun with the grand opening and all the new opportunities that he never noticed that he stopped needing belts and his shirts were a little snug over his belly.

Bucky called Steve, his best friend fuming when he told him what happened. By the time he was done speaking with him, Bucky felt a little better, his heart may have been in pieces but he knew what he needed to do.

He kicked her out the next morning.

Much to Moxie’s surprise and Bucky's. He may be chubby but he's not going to be her pushover either.

Bucky ignored her apologies and said she had to go. It shocked her when Steve had shown up with a roll of garbage bags, tossing them at her feet with a sharp quip that he doesn’t fuck losers. Both men stood side by side, watching silently as she packed her belongings.

The only things she left behind were his broken heart and a few nagging insecurities that plagued him.

He finishes, his broad shoulders slumped under the weight of his confession, you want nothing more than to stamp out the sadness marring his beautiful eyes.

“I thought she loved me but--“ he sighs, “--I don’t want you to look at me the way she did, I love you too much, Peach, and I know I should probably lose a few -”

You’ve never been angrier in your life. You want to punch little Ms. Moxie in her throat, she better hope she never runs into you because they will have to pry you off of her.

Clearing your head, you clasp his face in your hands and pull him down for a kiss. “Bucky Barnes, you are the sweetest man I know, you’re beautiful and I love everything about you.”

You silence his objections with another kiss. “I mean it Bucky, I love all of you. You don’t need to change anything.”

Bucky swallows the small protest, letting himself relax. You’re not her, you won’t hurt him. Placing a kiss on his soft, round belly, you murmur, “you have no idea how sexy you are, honey.”

You stand on the bed, holding on to his bicep for balance, and tug his shirt off. Looking down at him, you bite your lip. He’s ridiculously handsome and you’re going to prove it to him.

You pepper kisses along the curve of his neck as you sink back down, praising him and telling him how much you love him, describing in vivid detail how each part of his body is perfect.

His confidence and love for you growing with each word. By the time you reach the band of his boxers, he panting, his eyes darkening with an almost feral need to possess you.

Bucky tears off the last barrier keeping you from him and he pounces. You giggle as he pushes you into the soft blankets, the solid, comforting weight of his body encompassing you as he kisses you with such passion you forget to breathe. His warm lips melding into yours, his wet tongue dipping into your mouth, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue as it dips into your mouth.

Bucky reaches down with one hand, grabbing his cock, his other hand cupping the back of your head as he deepens the kiss. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours so he can gaze into your eyes. Bucky watches your mouth fall open, a gasp pouring out when he guides his thick cock into you.

He rolls his hips, moving deeper into your wet, hot heat. “That’s it Peach, you’re so good,” He brushes his lips across yours, swallowing your oh Bucky as he stretches your tight pussy around him. The slight burn gives aways to pure bliss, you circle your hips after a minute. A quiet I’m ready breathed into his mouth.

Bucky thrusts languidly into your pussy, each deliberate slow drag of his throbbing cock against your soft walls sends bursts of pleasure up your belly and down your spine. His lovemaking tender, yet so possessive that your head is reeling.

He makes sure that you feel all of him, each inch as you clench down, greedy for more of him, even as he goes deeper and deeper, his soft lips caressing your neck. His body keeping you pinned, so you have to take everything he’s giving you.

That pressure builds again, heavy and hot in your belly, digging your heels into the top of his thighs, you meet his strokes, pleading with him to please move a little faster, you need it so bad.

You don’t have to beg; he wants you to cum for him; he wants to feel your sweet pussy flutter around him as you cry out his name.

Bucky sucks a bruise on your throat, his hips pounding into yours. The headboard smacking against the wall with each powerful thrust. The dull thuds drowned out by your loud moans, the pressure getting more intense.

“Bucky,—” you cry out, scratching his lower back when he grinds his hips down, “—oh fuck, do that, do that again,” you frantically chant, slapping your hands on his ass, keening when he does, god yes, he does it just right, hitting a tender spot inside your cunt so hard that you bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.

“That it Peach, is that what you need.” He slips a hand between your bodies, his wide fingers circling your clit, “Go on, cum for me, give it to me Peach, be my good girl, and cum for me.”

You do, your walls clenching down as the pressure snaps, sensations firing off as your orgasms winds through you. Bucky’s pace falters, becomes erratic when he feels you milking his cock, unable to hold himself back any longer he lets himself go, relishing in your warmth until he spills inside you.

He tries to roll off of you, but you wrap your arms around him, murmuring for him to stay for a minute. You smooth your hands over his slick back, Bucky relaxes on top of you, grinning at your contented sigh. “I love you Peach.”

“Love you too,” you respond, plotting all the ways you’re going to let him know how much he means to you.

After that night, you began to praise Bucky, complimenting his body every chance you got, smacking his ass whenever he walked past you, hugging and kissing him. The first couple of weeks, he would hide his face behind one of his large hands and his cheeks would resemble one of his bright red apples. “Peach, you don’t have to, I mean I’m-” he would stammer each time, always tucking his hair behind his ears.

It took you three days to figure out that he has a praise kink and you amped it. He barely opened his before you were saying something that made him hide his face behind his pillow, laughing when you wiggled under it to tell him how good he looks when he smiles.

While you loved making him blush, you cherished how confident he became. And you reaped the benefits, one second he was a bashful baker with buttercream frosting on his forehead, the next he was bending you over his counter, railing you so good you couldn’t even scream his name.

After a while, he stopped avoiding the bathroom mirror in the mornings. And you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face, the first time you saw him cooking, shirtless, in the kitchen. He turned when he heard your footsteps, his face turning that familiar shade of red as you openly gawked.

“C’mon Peach, don’t you start-” he playfully grumbles, his lip twitching as he held in his smile, he moved back to the frying back, turning off the stove as he braces himself.

You squeal, flinging yourself at him, peppering his back with kisses. You couldn’t contain the litany of praises on your tongue, so proud of him. Bucky twisted in your grasp, cupping your face in his hands. “God I love you Peach.”

Bucky and Steve are celebrating the grand opening of another bakery. The largest one to date. The new building is full of investors, press, other bakers and chefs, a live band playing in the corner, drinks, and food everywhere, and of course the tower of desserts in the middle of the room. The atmosphere light and airy, glasses clinking, people dancing and every kind of cake, pies, and pastry imaginable on silver platters through the room.

You’ve never had so much fun, although a slightly buzzed Bucky is having an even better time because you’re wearing one of his favorite dresses. You remember when he first saw you in it, you twirled out of the dressing room and he nearly lost it in the middle of the store.

The more he celebrates, the more he’s giving you that look. Steve has to keep interfering, he’s close to going feral in front of all his guests.

Steve sent him to the kitchen after he caught him trying to put his hand between your thighs. You’re laughing as a contrite Bucky gets up from the table to refill the rapidly diminishing display.

“You know I’ve known Buck my whole life and I’ve never seen him this happy.” Steve remarks as he takes a seat across from you. His warm blue eyes glistening. “Thank you for that. He’s been through a lot and you’re the best thing that happened to him.”

Your cheeks get heated at his words. Steve leans forward, holding your hand between his. “I mean it, even though he’s getting on my last nerve talking about you.“

Steve squeezes your hand as he looks up at the ceiling for a second. “God, the man never shuts up, and I’m this close to strangling him if he compares you to another peach, but I love-“

He cuts off, his head jerks back so fast, you think something struck him. “What the fuck is she doing here?”

You turn around in your chair, searching the crowded room. “Who are you talking about?”

“Moxie,” Steve spits out, his hand curling into a fist. “White dress by the bar.”

You find her flirting with one of the investors. Moxie puts her hand on his chest, her shrill laugh cutting through the surrounding conversations. Whatever she tried fails spectacularly. The tall, sturdy blonde grimaces and walks away. You would almost feel bad if you didn’t want to slam her face into the wall.

She spots Steve and waves, making her way through the crowd. “Hey, long time no see.”

Steve raises a brow, his eyes hardening. “Why are you here?”

She laughs, patting his shoulder. “I’m here to apologize to Bucky, I know he misses me, he must be lonely.”

“Really?” you question, keeping your voice light and even.

Moxie dismissively glances at you before returning her attention to Steve. You chuckle under your breath, tapping your heel on the floor.

Don’t ruin your man’s event. Don’t ruin your mans’ event. You repeat the thought as you inhale through your nose.

“So I heard you two are doing really well.” She says, her manicured nails roaming over Steve’s suit. “Really well.”

Steve flicks her fingers off him, “We are. No Bucky’s not lonely. He doesn’t miss you. He’s very happy. With her.”

Moxie’s polite veneer cracks when Steve points at you. Waving your fingers at her, you grin at her. “You go near my Bucky and I’ll rip that cheap necklace off and shove it down your throat.”

She turns to Steve, gesturing to you as if she's the innocent one here; he raises his glass, blowing a harsh breath through his lips. “Don’t look at me, I still don’t fuck losers, but I’ll call if you if that changes.”

You laugh in your empty glass when she sputters. She turns to you, hand on her hip. You slowly raise your eyes, returning her stare. Part of you wanting her to do something, so you can wipe the smirk off her overly painted face.

“Whatever, I don’t need this. Keep the fattie. I can find another rich loser like that.” She snaps her fingers, storming over to the bar. You blink a few times in disbelief. The audacity of this bitch, thinking that she can stay and mingle at his event.

You're debating if you should have her thrown out by one of the staff or if you should drag her out by her hair.

You glance at Steve, picking up his wineglass. Steve shakes his head while grabbing your hand. “Hey hey, I know what you’re thinking, and no.”

You look her up and down as you ponder your choices, pausing when you see the edge of a tag sticking out the back of her dress. Hmm, interesting. She must plan on returning it after tonight.

A devious smirk slowly takes over your face, you know exactly what you’re going to do to little Ms. Moxie.

Before you can say anything, he’s pouring more burgundy wine into the glass until it’s nearly sloshing over the sides. “If you’re going do it, you gotta do it right.”

You exchange knowing glances. No one hurts Bucky. You saunter over to her, keeping your hand steady, not wanting to lose a single drop on the floor.

“Hey Moxie,” you call out. She turns around and you ‘trip’ over your heels, the deep red liquid flying forward in a perfect arch, splashing across her ivory dress, her face and you even got some in her hair.

“Oops, gosh, I am so clumsy,” you state, hiding your grin as she shrieks.

Steve jumps up, offering to help before she can swing at you. “I got you, darling.”

He places a hand on her back, quickly ushering her away “a little club soda will get that right out,” he reassures a pouting, whining Moxie.

He's lying through his teeth, that stain will never come out. Steve gets a peek at the price tag, almost laughing at the $899 imprinted on the card. He maintains his façade, leading her through the room, he stops, giving her a wide smile.

“And you can find some at the drugstore down the street.” He states, opening the front door and pushing her out. Her indignant shouts cut off when he slams the door in her face.

You throw your head back and cackle, startling some guests around the bar, you apologize for your outburst between fits of laughter, wiping the tears pricking at your eyes. You wave down the amused bartender, placing an order for you and Steve.

Steve joins you, raising his fresh glass of wine in a toast. “No one fucks with Bucky.”

"No one."

Neither you nor Steve realizes Bucky saw the whole thing. He ducks back into the kitchen, clutching the tray of Cannelés to his chest. For weeks after the breakup, he had rehearsed what he was going to say that next time he came face to face with Moxie.

But what you and Steve did was even better, the love of his life and his best friend always looking out for him.

Loving him unconditionally.

And just like that, the last traces of his insecurities vanished.

Later that night, you fall asleep with your head on his shoulder. He smiles at your hand on his belly. He places his large hand over yours, wondering how he got so lucky to have you.

And if Steve would kill him if he named another dessert after you.

He’ll risk it.

[scaryashmonster]

I love all your Bucky AUs, but this one might be my favorite. Who needs rippling muscles and deadly skills when I could have cuddly softness and the desire to feed me.

[nuggsmum]

The Light

Part Three

header by @luna-aestas

Irene saves a man from the sea during a hurricane. What was he doing out there? Who is he? Can he be trusted?

AU Walter Marshall x Plus Sized OFC (Irene)

Word Count: approx 7.8k

Warnings: Language, lying, Doc Gereside - that fucker deserves his own warning

Author’s note: Thank you, thank you, thank you to @amandalove  for always making me look smarter than I am and  @luna-aestas  for being the best bitch with a mood board - i love it so much, and along with  @littlefreya​ for always being my cheerleaders  and for listening to me bitch incessantly about this. I don’t know what I would do without you. I love you guys 🖤

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[scaryashmonster]

I want to lock those two in a room until they fuck, honestly.

I would also like to throw the doctor over the seawall.

I've begun using The Light as a reward for getting my school assignments done because your writing is just