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Lee Bodecker x Reader; semi-public sex, handjob, cum kink, piss kink, alcohol use, D/s tones, spit kink,
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Lee had taken you out to dinner at the nicest restaurant in town, let you get all dolled up, and he wore his best sheriff's uniform with a leather jacket. You took a stroll through town afterwards, night just beginning to fall, stars peeking through the lights on the streets. As you walked down the sidewalk, arms looped through one of his, your body pressed up tight against him, you couldn't help the need flowing through you and you hid your face as a couple walked past, Lee nodding cordially at them.
"Sheriff, I think I saw something, just down there," you said innocently a few moments later, the smallest hint of a smile playing at your lips. "Should really go check it out, right?" The show was for him, it was always for him, but especially as no one else was out on the road at the moment. The shops were quiet, the streets empty and you knew now was the time.
"C'mon, Lee, live a little," you goaded quietly, and he sighed, bending his head and nudging you towards the alleyway you had started walking towards. You grinned brightly and pulled him along with you, stumbling a little in your haste. Lee kept you upright, his hands on your ass, pushing you deeper into the space between the walls, a wooden staircase on your right, leading up to an apartment above whatever store you were next to.
You spun around, pushing away from Lee, your hands trailing on the zipper of his jacket, brushing over his stout little stomach. You bit your lip, meeting his gaze as you gracefully sank to your knees, your short little skirt loose and flowy around your upper thighs.
Lee stared down at you, eyes blown black, but he reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a bottle. He opened it, taking a long deep swig, liquor sloshing up the sides of the bottle, not much left in it. "That oughta be enough."
"For?" You couldn't help but ask as you unzipped Lee's pants, belt already on the ground beside you. You pulled out his heavy cock, thick and already leaking into your hand.
"Here," Lee said brusquely, shoving the bottle into your free hand, and, shrugging, you tilted the bottle towards your lips. "Hey! I didn't say to drink it yet, did I, sugar?"
"Sorry Sheriff," you muttered, lowering the bottle to rest on your thigh. You started absently jacking his dick, spreading around the precum that gathered at the tip, easing the glide of your palm.
"Better, sugar, better," Lee groaned, putting a hand on the brick wall beside him for balance. His pants were falling loose around his hips, stuck tight on his thick thighs, tense with strain as you jerked him off. You pressed your lips together tight, feeling your lipstick smear between them, and you leaned forwards, opening your mouth. "Ah, ah-" Lee's hand was in your perfectly curled hair, gripping a fistful of it tight, holding you back.
"But I was gonna-"
"I know exactly what you were 'gonna'. But that's not what I'm doin'. I'm not riskin' gettin' that bold color on my clean, white shirt. Now, when I say, give me the bottle. A'right?" Lee's eyes were dark, something depraved inside them, matching the feeling deep inside you. You shivered and nodded, resuming your steady pace jerking him. You paused once, to spit into your hand, spreading your saliva around his cock, pressing on the thick vein at the base. Lee's hips tripped forwards, and your mouth automatically dropped open, but he pulled back, reprimanding you with a single, stern glance.
When his hips began to tremble slightly, you tightened your grip and twisted your wrist under the top of his dick, fingertips stroking the underside of the head. Lee let out a choked, "Now, sugar."
You lifted your hand that held the bottle, but Lee didn't take it from you, he just grabbed your wrist, directing you to hold the opening to the fat head of his dick. You couldn't help the gasp that left you as cum shot from his tip into the neck of the bottle. You kept stroking his dick, Lee cursing above you, his hand still tight on your other wrist.
When he got too sensitive, Lee pushed your hand away from his dick, but kept making you hold the bottle where it was. He took his slowly softening dick in his hand, and let out a deep breath, shoulders dropping as his head fell forwards onto his chest.
Lee started pissing into the bottle and you bit your bottom lip hard, holding back a loud moan as your hand beginning to shake slightly. He just tightened his grip on your wrist, inhaling and exhaling steadily as he pissed. When he was done, the bottle was half full, bourbon, cum, and piss mixing into a filthy concoction.
"Now, you can drink, sugar," Lee said, grinning crookedly, eyes warm and playful, despite a hard edge that lingered at the corners. His hand was as tight as ever on your wrist as you glanced down at the bottle. You took a deep breath in through your nose, feeling a sense of ease wash over you, as you smelled the sharp scents. You tipped the bottle back, letting the rim meet your parted lips. Liquid trickled over your tongue, and immediately you were coughing, the bite of the bourbon strong even through the tang of piss. Lee's hand turned controlling on your wrist, keeping the bottle tilted back, forcing you to swallow again and again, or risk the liquid spilling onto your beautiful clothes. The cum threatened to stick in your throat and you coughed again, spluttering a little as the light golden liquid did drip down your chin onto your chest.
That set Lee off and he forced your head back further, tipping the bottle completely over your mouth, letting it chug out and spill over your neck and cleavage, down your silk wrapped arms. Your mouth overfilled and you tried not to choke as you swallowed harshly.
"Jesus H. Christ if I could get hard again that fast sugar..." Lee threatened, and you smiled dazedly, blinking up at him as you smacked your lips together, lipstick wet and smeary across your lips. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, then huffed, gripping your wet jaw and holding your mouth open, he spit into it. You didn't hesitate, swallowing as your eyes rolled back and a high moan escaped you.
"You're such a nasty little thing, how'd I end up with the biggest slut in town for a wife?" Lee hissed at you and you tried to protest, but his hand was still gripping your jaw and he slid it around, smearing your liptick across your chin and cheek as he moved his hand to cup the back of your neck, joining his other hand still fisted tight in your hair. "Clean up the tip, don't get anything on this shirt or you'll be sorry."
You shivered, nodding as you tried to move, but Lee gripped your head. "Did I say move? Open your mouth sugar, there," he said, placing his dick on your tongue, and continuing, "Now suck it clean like a good little wife." You closed your eyes, suckling at the head of his cock, warming him and floating inside your head.
Before you were ready, Lee was stroking through your hair, fingers combing out the knots and snarls that had formed. "Sugar we gotta go, boys only had the area shut down for twenty and we've been nearly thirty so far..."
You opened your eyes slowly, meeting Lee's clear gaze, and you let his dick fall from your mouth gently. He helped you to your feet, your flouncy skirt blowing in the gentle wind, Lee's fingers trailing despite the apparent rush.
"Ah hell, I really covered ya," Lee groaned, complaining when he saw your dress stained with his earlier mixture. He shrugged off his leather jacket, slipping it up your arms and zipping it up to your chin. You stretched up on your toes and kissed him, Lee softening as he returned it.
Bucky Barnes x Reader; mafia boss bucky, jewelry store owner reader; daddy kink, mild blood kink, frottage, oral sex f receiving, vaginal sex, size kink, public sex
*pridurok - moron
*moya dorogaya devochka - my darling girl
*moy milaya - my sweet/my sweet one
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Your heart beat rapidly against your ribs, staring up to the balcony. James Barnes was an imposing figure, walking up to the railing and staring down at his guests, casually placing his mismatched hands deep in his pockets, eyes roving over every person, searching, until they landed on you. His gaze stayed, piercing even from that distance, and you were rooted to your spot. Sweat broke out on the back of your neck, your insides clenching, but you met his stare determinedly. One eyebrow ticked up the slightest bit, then he was jerking his chin up, and suddenly there was the air of someone beside you.
"Miss? Mr. Barnes has...requested your presence upstairs."
You bit your lip, still gazing up at him as you answered. "Now?"
Barnes' lip lifted a hair at the corner, and you heard a sigh behind you.
"Yes, now."
"Fine," you shrugged, trying to hide your shaking legs as you turned away from Barnes and followed his men up the right side staircase to the balcony and into the small but grand room beyond it.
You stood at the entrance to the room, taking in the marble walls and floor, vaulted ceilings and a chandelier hanging in the middle. Barnes was standing below it, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a phone up to his ear.
"Why the fuck are you bothering me with this now? Clean it up and I'll deal with the pridurok tomorrow." Barnes hung up without a word of goodbye, nearly snapping his phone in his metal hand and turned, eyes lightening when they landed on you.
"I can come back, Mr. Barnes-" you started but he cut you off.
"No...no that won't do," he set his phone on a stand holding what looked like a very expensive vase.
"James-"
"Try again."
"Jame-"
"Not this time, moya dorogaya devochka."
Frustrated, you huffed, throwing your hands up in the air. "Well, what do you want me to say?"
James raised an eyebrow, putting his hands back in his pockets. "I'm Mr. Barnes to my security, James to my associates, Bucky to my friends."
"So what are you to me?"
He cocked his head, staring you down, gaze piercing as he murmured, "Daddy."
You huffed again, hands on your hips, cheeks flushing. "James, I don't-"
"Don't bother, doll," he cut off your protest, turning and walking farther into the room, sitting down on a beautiful ornate couch, patting the seat next to him. "You knew exactly what could happen the moment you set foot in this hall, and you came anyway."
You flushed at the reminder. You did know, had hoped even, hadn't you? But now here you were, acting otherwise. But it was more than you had expected, this, this dynamic. And you hadn't actually expected him to really want you. Especially when you saw the ten or so other single, beautiful women in attendance.
"Are you sure-"
James sat forwards on the couch, hands clasped between his legs, metal shining brightly. "I'm going to give you one chance, one, doll, to walk away. But don't ever doubt me or my decisions. I'm sure; are you?"
You glanced over your shoulder past the balcony railing, at the party guests downstairs dancing, knowing their eyes were flitting up to where you were, wanting to be in your position. Then, with a deep breath, you turned and walked towards James. You went to sit down on the couch, gasping when he pulled you across his lap instead. You automatically wrapped your arms around his neck to balance yourself, freezing when he looked at you.
James chuckled gently, brushing a lock of hair away from your eyes. "You look like a deer in headlights. Relax, princess. I'm not gonna hurt you...unless and until you ask me to."
You bit your lip at his words, and watched as his pupils dilated, focused on your teeth worrying flesh between them. "And if I don't ask?"
"Oh, we both know you will. But, I'll never lay a hand to you in a way you don't want or ask for. The day I do is the day everything ends. I promise, you are utterly safe with me, doll."
You couldn't look away from the sincerity shining in his blue eyes, and you couldn't deny the comfort and safety you felt in his hold, the same you'd felt since the day he'd first walked into your small, but high end jewelry store, looking for earrings. You'd originally thought they were for a girlfriend, but he mentioned his sister would be receiving them, leading to a long conversation about family. The next time he came in, it was a necklace he was after- helping a friend, he said, which led to a lengthy talk about his 'best pal' Steve, and you found yourself telling him about your best friend. The third time, he told you to call him James, and he wanted a ring for himself. You nearly fell apart that time, watching him try on diamonds and emeralds and rubies, all on his large, different hands. You knew what they, the metal, were capable of, of course you did, everyone knew who James Barnes was and what he did. But all you could think of were those hands on your body. Especially that dark gray metal one. The fourth time he came in, he invited you to this party, telling you it was black tie formal. He encouraged you to do your research on his parties first, then bought a diamond and emerald tennis bracelet, one of your secret favorites, pocketed it without another word, and left.
And do your research you did. You knew exactly what these parties were for, and you had been eagerly awaiting tonight, this moment.
Your fingers played with the ends of the long strands of his hair, combed back smoothly, pushing your hands deeper as you leaned forwards. You pressed yourself up until you were next to his ear, your hands buried deep in his hair, and you quietly breathed out, "Okay Daddy."
James' reaction was instantaneous. His hands moved faster than you were ready for, the metal one on your back sliding up and into your hair, pulling you back just enough for his head to turn, lips pressing into yours quickly, but gently. His other hand was on your thigh, and he gripped it tightly, lifting you you up until you could swing your other leg around, straddling his lap now. You used your hold in his hair to pull him towards you, kissing him harder, pressing your chest against his. You felt a growl build in him until he was lifting you up, laying you down on your back on the sofa, his hips between your spread legs.
You could feel him, thick and heavy against you, and you wrapped one leg around him, grinding yourself against his bulge. His metal hand grabbed your thigh, through the high slit at the hip of your dress, and he rolled his hips once, hard. You tore your lips away from his, gasping, and he moved across your jaw, down your neck to your breasts, shaking as you trembled.
"Please!" You begged, pulling at the thick strands of hair in your hands, aching for James to kiss you again, but he just sucked a mark into your chest, marking you as his to own. You shuddered at the thought, whispering, "I'm his."
James froze, just above you on his forearms, his hands cupping your face, your foreheads nearly touching, his eyes slowly leaving the mark he had made and catching your gaze.
"Say it again."
"I..."
"Say it, again, moy milaya."
"I'm yours."
James' eyes turned feral as he crashed his lips to yours. You could taste blood but didn't feel any pain and realized you had cut his lip. You could tell he didn't care and you moaned, sucking on his split lip, making him groan. His metal hand went back to your thigh, slipping across the front to cup your pussy. You gasped and he pulled back, his eyes flashing, sporting a bloody grin.
"Say it again, princess."
"I'm yours, Daddy," you grinned back, then frowned when he pulled away entirely, kneeling above you. He undid the buttons of his suit jacket, revealing a cummerbund, which he took off and tossed to the floor, and a pair of suspenders, that he left on. You bit your lip again as James undid his pants, exhaling roughly as he pulled out a long, thick cock, huge balls spilling out after.
You pushed up onto your elbows, teeth on your lower lip again as you stared at his cock, hanging big and heavy in front you. James reached down, slowly stroking himself a couple times.
"Show me what you like," James murmured, voice low and soft, but commanding, leaving no room for argument. "Show me exactly how to pleasure you, princess."
You flushed bright red at his words, stammering out, "I- I usually use a- a-"
"Ohh moya dorogaya devochka...Daddy's gonna take such good care of you," James promised, one knee on the couch bracing himself, as he pressed back down on top of you, his dick and balls laying against your bare thigh, making you shiver. "Daddy's gonna show you how pathetic those toys are, never gonna need one again doll."
James pressed his lips to yours again as his right hand cupped your pussy. When he slid his tongue across your bottom lip, he slid one fingertip across your lower lip as well, just through your panties. You moaned in anticipation, wiggling your hips for more, but James just gripped them in his metal hand, holding you still.
"Let me explore," James murmured against your lips, and you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, sinking into the kiss as his tongue wove around your mouth, his fingers stroking patterns across your panty-covered center.
When one of James' fingers slipped between your folds, you moaned loudly, instantly flushing and cutting yourself off as you remembered his men standing outside the room, and everyone else just beyond it. James let his finger slip out of you to reach up and grip your jaw, holding it steady while he gazed into your eyes.
"Never hide your voice from me, no matter the sound it makes," James said solemnly, and you inhaled quickly, smelling yourself on his hand, and released the exhale on a wanton moan. He relaxed his hold on your jaw and a rush of words left you.
"Fuck me Daddy, please, I wanna feel you, wanna know you, wanna be good and bad and everything for you," you pleaded, and you felt him grow harder against your thigh as he buried his face in your neck, biting down on the juncture where it met your shoulder. He soothed the light sting with his tongue, kissing your skin down your breasts, across your satin covered torso, until he was kneeling on the ground, his face at your still-covered cunt.
"Gonna fuck you princess, don't you worry. But Daddy wants to hear you first," James said, inhaling deeply, his hands sliding up and down your thighs, slowly easing them further and further apart. You flushed, but he groaned, "Moy milaya," low in his throat and pressed his face against your center, taking sharp breaths. You whimpered as his lips pushed against your wet panties, slipping apart to let his tongue trail across them. A growl tore out of James and suddenly his hands were leaving your thighs to grip your underwear, then there was a loud tearing noise and you stared down in shock as James pocketed your ruined panties.
Before you could recover, his lips were pressing against your folds in the dirtiest kiss you could've imagined. Your hands flew to his hair, gripping it tightly as you keened, James' tongue slipping inside you, his nose bumping your clit. He groaned into your cunt, vibrations traveling up inside you, making you shiver and tense, trying to pull him closer.
James went willingly, smothering himself in your pussy, holding you up by your ass, fingertips digging in hard. He pressed his tongue deep inside your cunt, stroking your inner walls and you tried to rock your hips against his face, your legs splayed over his shoulders.
"Oh fuck! Daddy, don't stop, don't stop, feelsso good, mmm, Daddy oh my god mhmm," you moaned, James licking at your pussy like it was the best treat he'd ever had. You couldn't stop moving, your body rolling and your hands tugging at James' hair, ruining the smooth style.
James took his time eating you out, building you up on a wave, then letting it recede somewhat, only to do the same thing again and again. Until you were panting, half-crazed with want, begging and pleading to come, saying anything and everything you could think of.
"Daddy please, 'm so- I can't- been good, please- needa come," you babbled, half started sentences stuttering past your lips. You no longer cared about anyone hearing you, so desperate for pleasure, your voice filling up the space, covering the sound of the music from downstairs.
James leaned back, face red and wet with your slickness, eyes alight with excitement and lust. You wailed, hands immediately leaving where they had been massaging your breasts, going to reach for James, but he got to his feet, kneeling on the couch with your legs still over his shoulders, his messy hair tickling your smooth, bare legs.
"Needta feel you come on my cock moya malyshka," James muttered, pressing kisses up along your calf soothingly, even as he dragged his cockhead across your cunt, spreading your wetnes and his together.
"Fucking fuck me then!" You cried out, squealing as James thrust in partway immediately, stretching your walls, then pulling out, only to drive back in deeper. He repeated the process, inching his way in with every thrust, until you were nearly crying with desperation.
"Daddy please! I- I'm s-sorry I yelled! I just wanna feel you, all of you Daddy, need it, wanna choke on it, let me feel it all-" You cut off on a whining exhale as James pulled out most of the way, dropped one of your legs to the side, got a good grip on your thigh, and thrust fully inside you, his balls slapping your ass.
"Oh fuck!" You screamed as he bottomed out, grinding deep, lighting up multiple places inside you and making your fingers and toes tingle.
"Moy milaya," James said reverently, but strained, through his teeth. His left hand was gripping the back of the couch so hard the wooden edging was cracking and splintering. His other hand was still on your thigh, keeping it up as he began rocking his hips, slowly slipping in and out of your cunt, hisses and curses leaving his lips.
"Fucking perfect, this pussy. Tell me I'm not hurtin' you, so fuckin' wet and tight princess," James ordered, and you were only too happy to oblige.
"You're so big, Daddy," you groaned, biting your lip and grinning up at James as his eyes focused in on it. "Feels s'good, give me more Daddy."
James' eyes darkened at your words, and he began thrusting deeper, harder. As he added more power to his thrusts, you felt yourself spiral higher, tension tight in your core, nearly about to break.
"Gonna give it to me princess? Come on moya dorogaya devochka, you can do it for me, now...come," James said calmly and evenly, despite the way his hips were rolling against you.
Your eyes were locked onto James', the blue nearly eclipsed by the black, a fire blazing deep inside them, one that burned for you. You couldn't hold back the cascading wave of pleasure that thought brought as his cock stroked every good place inside you.
You came slowly then all at once, like a wave building and then crashing onto the shore, leaving you feeling disoriented after. Your eyelids fluttered, trying to meet James' eyes.
"D-Daddyy," you moaned, your body feeling heavy and sensitive. James didn't stop moving, fucking your mostly limp body, kissing the inside of your knee.
"What do you need princess, did so well, such a good girl," James murmured, and you sank deeper into the cushions, a smile spreading across your face.
"Need you," you whimpered, trying to reach for James, but your arms were too heavy.
"Y'have me, moy milaya," he responded, but he pulled back, resituating the two of you so you were straddling him again, his dick deep inside you as he sat on the couch.
You buried your face in James' neck, breathing in his scent, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, lightly chewing on his bowtie. You startled when he stood up, dick still inside you, and carried you across the room, to the balcony, and set you on the railing.
You wrapped yourself tighter around him, as James grabbed your hips and began rolling his against you. You started to whimper as your sensitive pussy began to get tingly again, your cunt clenching on his cock.
James raised his left hand, metal gripping your hair and pulling your head back from his neck. "Look at them, see them staring at you princess, d'you know that they all want you? But they can't have you. Why can't they have you, huh, moy milaya?"
"M'yours," you mumbled, cheeks flushed bright red and tears in your eyes from the need to come and the exhibitionism. Your head fell back as James returned his hands to your hips, keeping you safely on the balcony railing.
"Tha's fuckin' right, you're mine. Scream it princess, let everyone here know who owns you."
"Daddy! Please! I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours!"
"Good fucking girl," James groaned, and you knew he was coming, deep inside you, the way his hips stuttered and pressed into you hard. As he ground against you, his hipbone pressed up on your clit, rubbing it back and forth. That pressure set you off, screaming your release as you threw your head back, James throwing a hand to your back to keep you upright, pressing you into his chest, connecting you further.
Your head went a little fuzzy after that, your body heavy and twitchy. You knew your arms and legs were around James, your face back against his neck, one of his hands against your head, the other supporting you under your bare ass. Then you were in the back of an SUV with James, still in his lap, but he was on the phone, speaking quickly in Russian. Then you were on the softest bed ever and James was wrapped around you, and there was a diamond and emerald tennis bracelet on your wrist, then you were gone to sleep.
hi everyone!!! just a lil update, i AM writing!! i'm working on something i think you'll all enjoy thoroughly, so be ready for that!! hopefully it'll be posted today or tomorrow!!!! it just keeps getting longer and longer every time i work on it lol. love you all, thank you so much for all the support on the last fic i posted, i appreciate every one of you so much. thanks for not giving up on me ❤️
You are oneof the best blogs on this app 😭 I just wanted to know since you do requests and all sorts of nasty kinks, are there any major limitations?Thank you <333
Thank you so much! I really appreciate that!
The only limitations because I personally cannot write them, and currently am the only writer on here:
actual underage, beastiality, necrophilia, scat play, vomit play, actual incest, dry anal, scarring, long-term abuse, irl abusers- alleged or convicted (i.e. Trump, Tommy Lee, Jeff Gillooly)
Stepcest- everyone involved has to be at least 18+ at time of first meeting- no underage
idk what this means for the blog, but it's the first thing i've written in months and i wanted to share it with you all. i miss you all so much, and if anyone's still here, i appreciate you more than you know. for now, requests will stay closed and we'll see what else i come up with writing-wise!
~Rose
Bucky Barnes x Reader; oral sex m receiving, vaginal sex, semi-public sex, daddy kink, authority kink,
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"What are you doing here?" Bucky growled, pushing you back against the wall. You pressed into his hold, but it didn't give an inch, metal and flesh both tight with tension, hands locked firmly on your upper arms. You shoved at him again. "If you don't stop that you're going to bruise," Bucky said, and you glared at him.
"Then let go of me," you shot at him, and Bucky's fingers tightened minutely before letting go entirely. He shoved up and away from you, backing up and taking a deep breath, his jaw tight.
"Doll, I don't have time for this right now," Bucky said, strain evident in his voice, and your heart clenched.
"Well fuck you, I was having a great time at the party, I don't need this either," you quipped, hands against the wall to press away from it, sliding behind your back instead at one hard look from Bucky.
"You're not s'pposed to be here, and you know it baby. I told ya t'let me handle this one, I don't want you on Valentina's radar."
"Bucky, you're crazy if you think everyone's not on her radar."
"Still, don't need to be giving her reasons to go lookin' at ya," Bucky grumbled, and you sighed. This time you did push off the wall, but only to reach forwards and wrap your hands around Bucky's arm, sliding up to his shoulder, pushing gently until he turned around, looking down at you.
"You're so damn protective, you know that?" You smiled softly, leaning up on your toes to kiss the underside of his jaw, feeling it hard beneath your lips.
"Someone's got to be," Bucky muttered, and let you trail a series of kisses up his jaw and down his neck, until you were meeting the collar of his shirt.
"Mm, oughta be careful with these kisses, wouldn't want anyone to suspect anything, would we, Congressman?" you teased, licking at his Adam's apple, teeth scraping against the scruff of a beard he'd sported tonight.
Bucky groaned, one hand finding your hip, the other burying deep in your hair at the back of your head, both guiding you backwards until you were pressed up against the wall, feeling the long line of Bucky's dick against your stomach.
You moaned loudly, quickly cut off by Bucky's lips, shushing you in between kisses. "Baby, shh, it's a blindspot, they can still hear us if you're too loud." You reached down, palming his dick quickly but gently, a loud noise tearing out of Bucky in surprise.
"You were saying, Congressman?" You grinned, as Bucky glanced around, pressing you deeper into the corner. You could see the tops of a few people's heads under the railing next to you, but only just. If they looked this way a little too long or hard, they might see something...and you couldn't help the shiver that ran through you at the thought. Bucky pressed into you further, slipping his thigh between yours, giving you something to rest against as he took your head in his hands and pulled you into his kiss.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, meeting him kiss for kiss, your body rolling on thigh, against his torso, pushing your chests together.
"Please, fuck me, Daddy," you whispered into Bucky's ear, feeling him shudder and nod, one hand already leaving its place supporting your neck to travel between you. He tore at his belt, quickly getting it undone and his pants unzipped, his cock falling heavy out of his briefs.
You salivated at the sight, and you whined lightly, desperate to get your mouth on him. Bucky seemed to be in the same mind, because he ground out, "On your knees, babydoll, get it good and wet."
Your eyes fluttered closed at the first touch of his dick to your tongue, heavy and salty, and you breathed in excitedly, taking more of him into your mouth. You suckled gently at first, then harder, making yourself nearly choke on his cock, until Bucky pulled you back by your hair.
"Easy doll, don't make this end before your favorite part," Bucky chided, looking down at you fondly. You were of half a mind to disagree, you loved almost nothing more than his cum down your throat, but Bucky grinned, sensing your mood. "Does that mean you're ready?"
You popped off his dick cleanly, a thick ring of your dark red lipstick staining the base of his cock and part of his balls. You smirked to yourself, before you were lifted up and off your knees, spun around, and shoved against the wall. You were bent forwards with your ass out, your face pressed against the cool marble, your hands held at the small of your back in Bucky's metal one. His other hand flipped up the skirt of your dress, smacking your ass when he found it bare of panties.
"Naughty girl," Bucky said approvingly, hand massaging your ass. "Gods you must be drippin' baby," he grunted, hand sliding between your legs to press into you, coming back covered in your slick. You could feel him slicking up his cock with your juices and you bit your lip hard to hold back a moan.
Bucky began teasing you with the head of his dick. He circled it around and around your clit, leaving you with shaking legs and a heaving chest when he pulled away.
"Don't you fucking dare leave me like this, Congressman," you hissed, and Bucky grabbed your arms, pulling you up and spinning you around, slamming you back into the wall again. He bent down and picked you up, your legs spread over his arms, one of your hands flying to your mouth to stifle your gasp, the other going to his shoulder to steady yourself.
"Never gonna leave you anywhere, babydoll," Bucky murmured before sliding his cock into your open and waiting pussy, burying himself to the hilt immediately.
Your back arched, your breasts pushing into Bucky's face, smothering him as you adjusted to being full. You slumped back down to the wall but Bucky followed you, keeping his mouth on your tits, sucking a mark between them.
You grasped his hair, holding on firmly while Bucky began to pump his hips, dragging his dick back and forth against your walls, clenching desperately to keep him inside you every time he pulled out.
Bucky's lips met your own in a messy kiss, spit and tongues mixing together until you were sure your lipstick was everywhere, but you didn't care, you just wanted more, more Bucky, more everything.
Bucky adjusted his hold on you, pulling your ass away from the wall so just your upper back was against it, your hands scrambling to hold onto Bucky's neck, but he had you, fully, in his arms. He fucked you hard then, bouncing you on his dick, until you were nearly crying with the need to come.
"Daddy please," you gasped, curled forwards and wrapped around Bucky's shoulders, begging into his ear. "I needa come, gotta come, please!"
Bucky just adjusted his hold once again, wrapping your legs around his waist and cradling you against him as he pushed you up against a pillar.
"Now, baby, come now," Bucky ordered, hips moving powerfully again, deep and fast, right where you wanted him. You couldn't hold back your orgasm if you tried, it was intense and hit you right away. Your cunt clenched, tightening around Bucky's cock, forcing him to fuck you harder to stay inside you, and you bit down on his shoulder to keep from crying out.
Bucky sighed heavily, his own orgasm triggered by your bite, and he flooded your cunt with his cum, fucking it back into you until you were shaking from overstimulation.
Gently, very gently, Bucky helped you uncurl your legs, placing them back on the ground. He rubbed circles on your thighs, getting blood flowing again as you fixed the skirt of your dress, making sure it hung properly. Bucky helped adjust the top, before you cleaned up his suit jacket and buttoned his pants, letting him do the belt.
Bucky gathered you in his arms, pulling you into his chest, letting you regulate your breathing and just be for a moment. With a kiss on the top of your head, Bucky gently pulled away, swiping at a line of your lipstick on your chin.
Now that you're back do you plan on writing again? We miss you 😔
Writing? Yes. Sharing? I don't know. Not entirely sure I am back tbh.
I just needed everyone to know that this blog will remain a safe place always. And I do miss you all, I just...I think if I came back I would have to set some new limits. Only a couple things but one of them was kind of a big one on here. Yes there's reasons for not writing it anymore, no I will not be sharing.
So. If people want to see an updated limits list, I guess like this or reply? And we'll go from there I guess, see whether people will still be interested in my writing or not.
Today's news was devastating to say the least. I really thought she had a chance, that we all had a chance. I'm not doing okay right now, and I won't be for a while.
If anyone here supports that vile orangeness, please leave. I don't want you here.
This will continue to be a safe space for everyone that respects other people's rights and lives. I'll be checking messages here for a few days in case anyone needs to talk- please reach out if you're struggling- we're all going through it right now.
have you seen those new(ish) videos of seb working out? they are getting me through some tough times🙂↕️
i have!! and same they are seriously getting me through life rn 🙃 especially that one of him doing pull ups and the one of him in the ice bath or whatever 😫
also how is everyone? i miss you all a ton, and I wish I had something to write for you but i’m still blocked. i think it’s because i’m hopelessly single rn 😭 but anyways enough about me, how are you!
❤️❤️❤️ Got overwhelmed and bailed. I'm sorry everyone, I don't know when I'm coming back to writing. I haven't felt confident in anything I've written in god knows how long, and the anxiety is just messing with me too much. I'm also struggling personally with some things that are just making it difficult to write the things I normally write (nothing terrible, just stuff). So all of this to say, and this is long overdue, but I love you all, I'm sorry and I will come back someday.
I'm going to leave the accounts up so people can still read all my previous fics, and I'm going to still check this account, for any messages that anyone sends (because this will ALWAYS be a safe space for everyone no matter what), I just won't be posting new writing content.
