Oct 1st: Public Sex- Ready for Take Off * (Bucky x reader)
Oct 2nd: Authority Kink- Please, Sergeant * (Bucky x reader)
Oct 3rd: Oral - Double Dessert * (Bucky x reader)
Oct 4th: Voyeurism - Caught! * (Bucky x reader)
Oct 5th: Celebrating an occasion- A Date to Remember * (Bucky x reader)
Oct 6th: Daddy Kink- Baby Daddy (Dad!Bucky x reader)
Oct 7th: Multiple Partners- Tri Me * (Bucky Barnes x reader x Charles Blackwood)
Oct 8th: Beard Kink- Distracted *(Steve Rogers x reader)
Oct 9th: Quickie- Late to the Party * (Steve Rogers x reader)
Oct 10th: Car Sex- Hot Wheels * (Tony Stark x reader)
Oct 11ht: Hair Pulling- The Perfect Pull * (Bucky x reader)
Oct 12th: Playing with Toys- Love Buzz * (Bucky x reader)
Oct 13th: Temperature Play- Of Ice and Fire * (Loki x reader)
Oct 14th: Lingerie- A Silky Surprise (Chris Beck x reader) Professor AU
Oct 15th: Dirty Talk- Don’t Play Dirty * (Destroyer!Chris x reader)
Oct 16th: Dom character/Sub reader- Surrender * (Steve Rogers x reader)
Oct 17th: Sub charater/Dom reader- Power Play * (Bucky x reader- sub!bucky)
Oct 18th: Phone sex/sexting- No Mixed Messages * (Bucky x reader- College au)
Oct 19th: Food/Drink Play- Baked Goods (Bucky x reader- Baker AU)
Oct 20th: Bondage- Bound to Submit * (Destroyer!Chris x reader)
Oct 21st: Anal- Whole Lotta Love (Bucky x reader)
Oct 22nd: Breeding Kink- Giver of Stars (Chris Beck x reader- Dad AU)
Oct 23rd: Choking/Breath play- Get A Grip * (Steve Rogers x reader)
Oct24th: Cockwarming- The Morning Routine * (Charles Blackwood x reader)
Oct 25th: Thigh Riding- In the Hot Seat (Bucky x reader)
Oct 26th: Spanking- A Firm Hand * (Bucky x reader- Professor AU)
Oct 27th: Edging- Close to the Edge * (Lance Tucker x reader)
Oct 28th: Knife Play- A Cut Above (Bucky x reader)
Oct 29th: Praise Kink- Craving * (Steve Rogers x reader)
Oct 30th: Blindfold Kink- Love at First Sight * (Bucky x reader)
Oct 31st: Costume/Roleplay- Pretty in Pink (Bucky x reader- Dad AU)
*Indicates SMUT (18+ only please)
THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone who is reading and liking, commenting and reblogging my kinktober drabbles. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate your continued and amazing support! I’m sorry for not thanking everyone individually but since I’m trying to participate in each day it gets to be a lot. Thank you again, love to you all ❤
Thank you all so so much for all your continued support and kindness with these stories!!!❤️❤️I really appreciate it and I’m glad you’ve been enjoying! Much love always💕
This ENTIRE LIST is 18 + ONLY PLEASE AND THANK YOU!
Day 1: Oct 1st- HBC’s Kinky Halloween and spookly/creepy and phone sex/texting, Bucky x reader: Sexy Stories to Tell in the Dark
Day 2: Oct 2nd- Eyre’s One Prompt a Day List and face fucking, Bucky x reader: Bored Games
Day 3: Oct 3rd- Eyre’s One Prompt a Day List and Begging, Mickey Henry x reader: Beg For Me
Day 4: Oct 4th- HBC’s Kinky Halloween and public sex/hayrides, Andy Barber x reader: Party Pleasures
Day 5: Oct 5th- HBC’s Kinky Halloween and ghost/beard burn/beard kink, Bucky x reader: Beauty and the Beard
Day 6: Oct 6th- HBC’s Kinky Halloween and devil/knife play, Bucky x reader: A Slight Edge
Day 7: Oct 7th- HBC’s Kinky Halloween and hocus pocus/multiple partners and Eyre’s Kinktober list and praise kink, Stucky x reader (Vampire AU): Marked for Us
Day 8: Oct 8th- HBC’s Kinky Halloween and skulls/bondage and Eyre’s Kinktober list and sound kink, Stucky x reader (Vampire AU): Moonlight Sonata
Day 9: Oct 9th- HBC’s Kinky Halloween and broom/hair pulling, Bucky x reader: Bed is Better
Day 10: Oct 10th- HBC’s Kinky Halloween and moon/moonlight and daddy kink, Bucky x reader (Ft Alpine): Cozy in Life
Day 11: Oct 11th- Eyre’s One Prompt a Day List and Facesitting, Bucky x reader: Sitting Pretty
Day 12: Oct 12th- Eyre’s One Prompt a Day List and Lingerie, Bucky x reader: A Touch of Lace
Day 13: Oct 13th: HBC’s Kinky Halloween and potions/cockwarming, Andy Barber x reader: Hard Work
Day 14: Oct 14th: HBC’s Kinky Halloween and skeleton/costume/role play, Bucky x reader: Plum Bucky
Day 15: Oct 15th: HBC’s Kinky Halloween and haunted house/praise kink, Bucky x reader: Happy Haunts
Day 16: Oct 16th: HBC’s Kinky Halloween and bats/handcuffs, Bucky x reader (mob!bucky feels): Pretty in Pearls
Day 17: Oct 17th: HBC’s Kinky Halloween and candy/sweets/car sex, Bucky x reader (Dad and hubby AU): The Candy Heist
Day 18: Oct 18th: Eyre’s One Prompt Per Day and uniform kink, Ransom Drysdale x reader: All Tied Up in Knits
Day 19: Oct 19th: HBC’s Kinky Halloween and witch/wizard and dirty talk, Bucky x reader: Dirty Words
Day 20: Oct 20th: HBC’s Kinky Halloween and monster/temperature play, Stucky x reader (Vampire AU): Chosen
Day 21: Oct 21st: Eyre’s One Prompt Per Day and unprotected sex, Bucky x reader: Rhythm in the Rain
Day 22: Oct 22nd: Eyre’s One Prompt Per Day and clothed sex, Winter Soldier x reader: When Winter Comes
Day 23: Oct 23rd: Eyre’s One Prompt Per Day and sensation play, Bucky x reader: Ice Ice Baby
Day 24: Oct 24th: Just my own day and I decided on hand job (haha), Bucky x reader: The Job at Hand
Day 25: Oct 25th: HBC’s Kinky Halloween and black cat/spanking, Bucky x reader: A Tail of Two Cats
Day 26: Oct 26th: HBC’s Kinky Halloween and vampire/authority kink, Bucky x reader (Vampire AU): Blood Lust
Day 27: Oct 27th: HBC’s Kinky Halloween and pumpkin/anal, Bucky x reader: Carved
Day 28: Oct 28th: HBC’s Kinky Halloween and fangs/edging, Steve Rogers x reader: How to be a Gentleman
Day 29: Oct 29th: HBC’s Kinky Halloween and masquerade/voyeurism, Andy Barber x reader: Show and Tell
Day 30: Oct 30th: Just another one of my own and Halloween domestic fluff and fun, Bucky x reader: Tricks and Treats
Day 31: Oct 31st: HBC’s Kinky Halloween and food/drink play and cemetery: Bucky, Steve and Andy x reader (Vampire AU): Chosen for Eternity
Summary: Bucky is a pain in your ass and never shuts up…but he might actually have an idea that will keep him quiet.
Author’s Note: This is for day 11 of Kinktober and Eyre’s @buckyownsmylife prompt list- facesitting. I love it. Bucky’s face is definitely one of the best seats in the house…haha Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
Warnings: teasing banter, bratty reader and Bucky, some sassafrass, bit of tension, implied smut (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)
Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @henycavil Thank you so much! 🥰
“Why can’t you listen?”
You ignore Bucky’s question and glance down at your nails, absentmindedly picking at them. This is how you had spent most of the mission debrief. It was painstakingly long and Bucky kept drilling you about your choices and why it’s of the utmost importance that you follow orders. His orders.
Pairing: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader (Stucky x reader, VAMPIRE AU)
Word Count: 888
Summary: You love spending the night between these two.
Author’s Note: Happy Kinktober! Today I combined two kinks! It seemed to work and I just needed more Vampire Stucky in my life! I used one prompt from the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club @the-ce-horniest-book-club Kinky Halloween for day 7 and hocus pocus/multiple partners and one from Eyre’s @buckyownsmylife prompt list and praise kink. And I just have to bless us all again with @nix-akimbo gorgeous edits, thank you so much my friend💕💕Thank you all so much for reading and for all your lovely support so far! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
Warnings: mentions of blood, fingering, choking, praise kink, oral sex (f rec), multiple partners, cursing, light dirty talk, Bucky might be a little dom, smut (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)
EDITS NOT MINE: These two gorgeous pieces were done by the lovely @nix-akimbo Thank you so much! 🥰
“You’re doing so good baby doll. Such a good girl.”
Bucky’s whispers the words along the shell of your ear, his warm lips trailing down your neck as his fingers pump in and out of your soaking pussy. You’re seated between Bucky’s thighs, his hard cock pressing against your ass and his metal hand gently wrapped around the base of your throat.
You can’t respond with Steve’ cock filling your mouth but you moan around him, sucking harder as Bucky continues to coo in your ear.
“Look at you,” he purrs, “sucking Steve’s cock so well.”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky suggests staying in a hotel together before an undercover mission, which would be fine if you didn't have a massive crush on the super soldier.
Word Count: Almost 5k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, pining, flirting, slight possessive behavior, talk of undercover mission, "only one bed" trope, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: A combination of @targaryenvampireslayer's Blind Date Writing Challenge and my Bucky Barnes Smut Menu, courtesy of @ellemj. "Only One Bed" Trope and the dialogue prompt in bold italics. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
The engagement ring on your finger suited you. Not large or overly flashy, the single diamond radiated a subtle sparkle. It was beautiful and a perfect fit, a representation of the unifying love of marriage. When you looked at it under the light, it was almost as if you could feel the love that Bucky had for you.
If only that were the case.
“Remind me again why we’re doing this?” You asked, taking a seat at the table across from Bucky.
“So we can practice and make sure we’re a convincing couple,” he replied.
You sighed as you glanced around the hotel room for the umpteenth time. A small sitting area, a dining and kitchen combination, a single bathroom, and a bedroom. When you pointed out that there was only one bed, Bucky reminded you of the expectation that the two of you had to sleep together while on assignment since you were going on a couple's retreat. Which wouldn't be an issue if you didn't have a crush on him, right?
Right.
You were completely enamored with Bucky Barnes, the handsome former assassin turned agent for the revamped SHIELD. Instacrush wasn't something you experienced often, so he took you by surprise. It was pathetic to fall for him so hard and quickly. It had to be some sort of karma or divine intervention that you were with him in a hotel room.
Just the two of you.
“You know,” he began, wetting his lips as he leaned back in his chair. You blinked, only because you didn't want him to call you out on staring. “You don't have to look so miserable to be here. Is my company that terrible?”
“What? No. Bucky, you aren't terrible company,” you promised, slumping a bit in your chair. The last thing you wanted to do was upset him. “Just been a bit since I've been in a relationship and I’m kind of rusty.”
“You're talking to a guy who hasn't been on a real date since the 40s,” he deadpanned.
He had a point. Plus, from what you understood, Bucky wasn't exactly interested in dating anyone. Every time Steve or Natasha suggested he go on a date, he found a way to brush it off or change the subject.
Even if he was interested in dating, did he think of you as anything beyond a colleague?
Taking this assignment may have been a mistake.
“I’m just not sure I’m the right one for this job,” you said.
“You’re perfect for this job. Why would you think otherwise?”
You froze like a deer in headlights, even as his compliment warmed your heart. It meant a lot that he thought you would do the job well. But how were you supposed to answer that question? That you adored him and it would be torture to pretend to be with him for a week just to back to being coworkers after?
“We should practice,” you suggested instead of giving him an answer. The backstory wasn't overly elaborate, but you had to get it right.
He leaned forward, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Did someone say something to make you think you wouldn't be good for this assignment?” He asked in a low voice. “Because I'll straighten them out.”
You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from whimpering. The thought of him putting someone in their place to make you feel better was swoon-worthy. “No, Bucky. No one said anything. You're right. I’m good for this,” you said before you added, “We’re good together.”
You couldn't read the look he gave you and it became more difficult not to squirm under his gaze. “Yeah,” he whispered, leaning back and clearing his throat. “So. We’re engaged. Going to a resort for a much needed vacation. We’ll have to mingle with some of the guests in between investigating the owner. One of the first questions will be how we met.”
With an exhale, you recited, “We met at a coffee shop. We both ordered the same drink.”
“An iced caramel macchiato,” he said.
“And we reached for the drink at the same time,” you smiled, making a show out of reaching for the glass on the table. “Our fingers touched first. Our eyes met second.”
“And I immediately asked you out,” he smiled.
Your heart swelled. He looked like he didn’t have a care in the world when he smiled like that. “You did,” you said, trying to blink the longing from your eyes. “We went to dinner and talked a bit about ourselves. You told me you're a mechanic and I told you I’m a teacher. And once dinner was over, we went back to that same coffee shop and we shared an iced caramel macchiato.”
“Even proposed to you at the same shop,” he said, gesturing to your left hand. “But I actually got the ring after our first date because I knew I wanted you to be my girl,” he said with such conviction that you found it hard to breathe.
The way his eyes softened as he gazed at you, you found yourself believing him for a moment. You had to stay rooted in realism though. The point of the mission besides the actual mission was to act as if you two were crazy about each other.
Not that you had to do any acting on your part.
You cleared your throat and pulled your hand back from the glass. “If only that were true,” you said, absentmindedly twisting the ring around your finger. You weren't cynical about love, but this whole thing was a reminder that you were single and alone.
His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
Heat crept up your neck. You shouldn't have said anything. “I mean, it just would've been nice if we met at a coffee shop,” you replied to avoid saying you wanted to be his girl.
“What’s wrong with how we met?” He asked, crossing his arms.
The metal arm gleamed under the light. You noticed that he had a tendency to wear long sleeves and gloves whenever he was in the building, but seeing him with his sleeve pushed up and missing glove? You would almost say he was comfortable around you.
Again, he had to play the part right.
You pulled yourself from your thoughts when he said your name, which sounded like it melted on his tongue. It made you press your thighs together. You needed to stay professional. “Do you not remember what happened or are you just being nice?” You asked.
Months ago, the day you met Bucky, Steve informed you that he planned to introduce you to him after he came back from a long assignment. Not only were you excited to meet one of his best friends and a great soldier, but you had wanted to make a good impression on him. What you did was make an ass out of yourself when you turned the corner only to smack right into the former Winter Soldier.
And splattered your beverage on both of you in the process.
Instacrush and a horrible impression on your part.
Bucky’s lips curled in a smile as your eyes widened. “You do remember,” you said, wadding up a nearby napkin and tossing it at his face, which he easily caught. “Oh, my God! That’s why you chose ‘coffee shop' for this, didn't you?”
You concentrated so much on getting the backstory right that it didn't occur to you that he was maybe poking fun at you. He wasn't the kind of guy that liked making others feel bad though. Tease you, sure. Outright make fun of you at the risk of hurting your feelings? He would never.
“Hey, I didn't choose how we met, but I also didn't object,” he said, raising his hands in surrender when you went to throw another napkin at him. “And I wouldn't forget meeting you, doll. You make a lasting impression.”
You wished you had done something to make him remember you besides spilling a drink on him. “I guess making an idiot out of myself is a lasting impression,” you teased.
Something dark flashed in his eyes, making your breath hitch. “That’s not what I meant. You didn't make an idiot out of yourself and I don't like you thinking that or talking down about yourself.”
“I’m sorry,” you said, not used to someone getting so defensive at your self-depreciation. There was something sexy and heartwarming about it. “You were very nice about the whole incident.”
“You were nice, too,” he said, gesturing to his torso. “I mean, you offered to buy me a new shirt.”
“Because I spilled my drink on it! I felt bad,” you said.
“And when I said you didn't have to buy me a new shirt, you said, ‘Are you sure I can't pay for the dry cleaning at least, Sergeant Barnes?’” he said in a falsetto voice.
He chuckled when you rolled your eyes. “I don't sound like that, first of all, and I was being considerate,” you said. You couldn't believe he remembered your exact words. “And you just gave me that half confused smile of yours before I grabbed napkins for both of us to clean up.”
“You mean this?” He asked, his lips stretching in that familiar awkward grin.
“Yeah, that,” you giggled, your heart doing that funny flip that happened far too often around him.
In the beginning, whenever you smiled at him, he gave you that very look in return. Somewhere along the way, the uncomfortable glances on his end became genuine fondness. It didn't mean anything though.
Just an agent being kind to another agent.
Bucky stared at you as you continued to giggle at the memory. “I’m sorry. I just-”
“I love your laugh,” he said, almost making you choke on your own breath. Nothing like forgetting how to be a human and breathe. “And your smile.”
Maybe he had switched back into practice mode. “You do?” You asked, playing along as you smiled directly at him.
He swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, I do,” he replied, his voice thick as he unfolded his arms. “You know, you're one of the people that actually smiles at me. And you look me in the eye when you talk to me.”
“Why wouldn't I?”
“Because some people are still afraid of me,” he whispered.
Your heart sank. He was a good man. A hero wrongly painted as a villain. It wasn't fair what he went through and you had no reason to fear him.
Why couldn't everyone else see the good in him?
“I’m not afraid of you, Bucky,” you promised. And after what he went through, frightening people was the last thing he would do. “Never have been. Never will be.”
“Maybe you should be,” he muttered, some of the light leaving his eyes.
Your eyes narrowed as you tempered the urge to grab him by the shoulders and shake him. Seeing this vulnerable side of him also brought out your protective instinct. “Listen to me. You’re amazing and a good man, okay? And if I don't get to call myself an idiot for spilling a drink on you, then you don't get to say I should be scared of you, Sergeant Barnes,” you said with an air of finality.
He gave you an impressed smile. “Just like that? Because those are totally different things you're comparing.”
“Just like that,” you said, putting your hand on the table for him to take if he wished. “Do you trust that I'll have your back on this mission? Because I trust that you'll have mine no matter what.”
He stared at your upturned hand for a moment before he took it. “You're one of the only people I do trust,” he admitted.
His eyes bore into yours as you tried to find the words to respond. He wasn’t feeding you a line to make you feel good about yourself. Bucky Barnes trusted you.
“Then trust me when I say we got this,” you promised. You would look out for him and let him know that he hadn’t misplaced his trust in you.
“Why don't you have a boyfriend?” He asked suddenly.
The switch in topic jarred you, but he didn’t let go of your hand. “That’s. I’m. What? How is that relevant?”
It wasn't smooth, but it was better than blurting out that your hopeless crush on him was one of the major factors.
“I’m curious,” he shrugged.
“Oh. Well. My last boyfriend dumped me for being an agent. Seriously, he didn't like the fact that I could kick his ass if I wanted to,” you told him, squeezing his hand without meaning to. He didn’t object. “Which I wouldn't.”
“You could kick my ass if you wanted to,” he winked. Physically, Bucky was broad and strong. You weren’t sure you could take him in a real fight, but you could take him another way if he ever offered. “And your ex sounds like an asshole if he can’t stand beside and support an amazing woman.”
You smiled humorlessly. “Thanks, Bucky, but I’m not-”
“I swear to fuck if you talk down about yourself again, I will put you over my knee,” he threatened, his eyes darker than they were seconds ago.
You didn’t laugh as he stared at you. Neither did he. Your clothes suddenly felt too heavy, your body too warm. Licking your lips, you couldn’t stop yourself from saying, “Is that a promise?”
Bucky pushed his chair back and pointed at his thigh, his eyes still on you. “Get over here and find out.”
Oh, fuck.
The sound of Bucky’s phone ringing snapped you both out of whatever spell you two were under. “Shit,” he muttered, taking his hand from yours. “It’s Steve. I better-”
“Yeah, you should answer that,” you said, almost knocking the chair over as you stood. “I think I'm going to call it a night.”
“Wait, what?” He asked, answering the phone. “Hold on, punk,” he said, covering the screen as he looked at you. “You’re going to bed now?”
Guilt settled in your stomach at the hurt in his eyes. “Just going to lay down. I may not go to sleep right away. And we can practice more in the morning,” you replied. You just needed to step out of the room and take a breath.
He waited a beat before he nodded, the tension still lingering. “I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?”
“Okay,” you nodded, leaving him alone so he could talk to Steve.
You splashed a bit of water on your face when you went to the bathroom to change. The assignment hadn’t started and you couldn’t keep your cool. With squinted eyes, you pointed at your reflection and mentally scolded yourself. Yes, you wanted Bucky Barnes and maybe, just maybe, some part of him wanted you. At least, he wanted you enough to put you over his knee.
You couldn't have him though. Could you? Mixing business with pleasure could lead to complications if you crossed that line, but it wasn’t like you’d break some major bylaw by being his girl.
Now wasn’t the time to think about that.
“Get your shit together,” you hissed, rushing through your nighttime routine and changing into your comfortable yet sexy nightgown.
Your eyes went to the bed when you left the bathroom. Just a regular hotel bed. Inviting, but not overly frilly. Large enough for the both of you, but small enough that you might end up in each other’s arms.
“It’s going to be a long night,” you muttered.
Sighing, you left a light on for Bucky to see and crawled into bed, shutting your eyes as he wrapped up his call with Steve. You tried to block out the sound of his footsteps as he made his way to the bathroom. Maybe his nighttime routine would take a bit longer than you thought and you could drift off and wake up to the sight of his beautiful eyes and-
The bed dipped as Bucky curled up behind you, your eyes opening when he placed his arm around your waist and pulled you back against him. You were conscious of every shift in his body, every breath he took. How you could smell his lingering cologne as he pressed himself closer. How he ran warmer than you and you wanted him to heat you up even though you weren’t cold.
And that he wasn’t wearing a fucking shirt.
“I know you aren’t sleeping,” he whispered, his fingers brushing along the fabric that covered your skin. “Your heart’s beating too fast.”
He was right. It was about ready to burst through your chest. “Can’t sleep.”
“Why not?” He asked, helping you roll over so you were on your back. He didn’t remove his hand though. “Did my ‘threat’ make you uncomfortable?”
“No, it didn't,” you assured him, heat pooling between your legs that you couldn't prevent. “I wouldn't have continued with the banter if I was uncomfortable.”
“Just making sure,” he said. “I was only teasing.”
You huffed out a laugh in an effort to cover up the crushing feeling in your chest, your arousal fading to a dull ache. “Of course, you were,” you uttered. Teasing. Nothing more. “Good night, Bucky,” you said, turning your head away.
He brought a hand to your cheek and brought your face back toward him. How did his eyes look so blue in the faint light? “Don’t go to sleep yet, please.”
“Why not?”
“You rushed to bed and now you're shutting down. I clearly said or did something wrong,” he sighed, which made you feel bad. He hadn't done anything wrong in your eyes since it wasn’t his fault you wanted his teasing to mean something. “I need to fix it.”
“There’s nothing to fix because you didn't break anything,” you said, the ring heavy on the finger. “But can I ask for a favor?”
“Of course,” he whispered.
You didn’t dare search out his gaze when you said, “I may need reminders this week that you don't actually have feelings for me.”
A few seconds went by before he asked in a small voice, “What?”
You took a breath to compose yourself. The last thing you needed to do was get upset for no good reason. “We’re going to hold hands and cuddle and share a bed and be a couple, but you may need to give me a reality check now and again that you only see me as an agent. Okay?”
Maybe he’d ask Steve for a new partner in the morning.
“You think I only see you as an agent?” He asked, sighing when you nodded. “I used to be good at this.”
“Good at what?”
“Teasing. Flirting,” he answered, leaning in close. He stopped just before his lips touched yours. “Kissing.”
“Wait. You were flirting with me?” you said, not moving forward or back as you put a hand on his chest. His heart raced as fast as yours. And your brain couldn’t compute that implication that he wanted to kiss you. “You weren’t just practicing for the assignment?”
He huffed out a laugh this time. “You’re killing me, doll,” he whispered, closing the distance.
You imagined Bucky kissing you before, but didn’t think it would ever be so soft. His lips barely brushed against yours, but it felt like the beginning of something more. It tempted you like nothing else ever had. He must’ve felt it, too, since he deepened it. You melted. You surrendered.
You never stood a chance.
“So, you like me?” You asked when he pulled back a little to gaze at you. “I’m sorry. I just need to hear you say it because I really like you and have for months. Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t have said that because we have a whole week together for this assignment and now you know and I don't want it to be weird.”
Your mind almost shut down when he gave you a full-blown smile and said, “Yeah, I like you. I thought it was obvious. I tried dropping little hints, talking about your smile and trusting you.” He chuckled almost shyly as his words sank in. “I took this assignment because of you.”
A moment passed before you giggled, happiness blooming in your chest. Bucky Barnes liked you. Wanted you. “Thank fuck,” you breathed, pulling him back down for another kiss.
He groaned, ravaging your mouth as he moved on top of you. His knee pushed your legs apart so he could settle between them, swallowing down your whimpers when he pressed his growing hardness against your pussy. He ground his hips, your panties soaked as his tongue tangled with yours. The man kissed you like he had something to prove.
Like he wanted to own you.
His muscles rippled as he leaned up and grasped the bottom of your nightie. The vision of him above you like this was now engraved in your mind. “If you want me to stop, I will.”
Sleeping with him was moving fast considering you just confessed your feelings for each other, but you didn't care. “Don't stop,” you whispered, quivering as he tugged the fabric over your head.
Your hands moved up to cover your chest before he gripped your wrists. “Are you trying to hide from me?” He questioned, his smirk playful in comparison to the uncertainty in his gaze.
You didn't want him doubting himself or your want for him for a second.
“Maybe? I mean, look at you and look at…”
You wouldn't knock on your looks since you were generally confident in your appearance, but the super soldier was an entirely different level of gorgeous. He towered over even the largest of agents, with the exception of Steve, and his dark lashes framing his steel eyes were enough to pull you under.
And who were you compared to him? Just another agent. Average.
“Don't,” he whispered, releasing a wrist so he could cup your breast. You arched your back and any uncertainty in his eyes before faded when a moan escaped your lips. “You're so fucking beautiful.”
The praise almost made your eyes water as he brought his head down, losing focus when he swept his tongue across your nipple. Your eyes fluttered shut as he did it again, a wave from a sea of ecstasy crashing over you. Your heart thudded faster, addicted to the feel of his sinful mouth.
“You’re the reason I don't have a boyfriend,” you whined, your fingers twisting in his hair. Why did you say that?
He smirked against your skin before he reached down and tore your panties away. “I haven't gone on a date because of you.”
Your body throbbed with need as you met his gaze. “You're just saying that to get in my pants,” you joked.
His eyes raked down your body, stopping between your trembling thighs as he pushed his pants and underwear down. “If I had my way, I would've taken you out first,” he said, drawing a moan from you when he wrapped a hand around his thick cock. “But all I can think about right now is how loud you’ll say my name when I make you come.”
“Bucky,” you moaned, tempted to reach down and touch yourself to the sight of him.
“Louder than that,” he said smugly, rubbing the tip of his cock along your slick folds. “Fuck, I wanna take my time and explore you. Make you feel like a goddess. Treat you the way you deserve.”
It warmed your heart and sent another wave of desire through you knowing he wanted to take care of you. “I know you'll treat me well,” you smiled, opening your legs wider. “But for now, please, fuck me.”
He didn't ask about birth control, which you were on. You didn't ask about condoms. It didn't matter. You wanted to feel all of him.
You glanced down as he lined himself up, watching as he slowly eased into you. It was overwhelming as you took every inch, your mouth falling open with a moan. You floated in a cloud of lust, the sound of his groan reaching your ears.
“Look at me,” he ordered as he bottomed out.
Your eyes flew to his as he gripped your chin. The feel of him inside you, his eyes staring so intently into yours that he practically touched your soul. It was almost too much. And that was when he began to move, the weight of his body on top of yours as he fucked you in slow and deep thrusts. It was the kind of lovemaking that would make you crave more.
Crave him.
“Knew you'd take me well,” he grunted. You whined, the praise going straight to your core as you tightened around his thick cock. Your walls couldn't stop gripping him as he slid in and out. “Knew your pussy would be greedy for me. Won’t let me go.”
Your head fell back against the pillow, dizzy as he trapped your body under his. As he rolled his hips, you wondered if he’d let you ride him at some point. Maybe he’d fuck up into you as he brought your hips down. Or maybe he’d lay back and cup your breasts, let the weight bounce in his hands as you took all of him.
You’d take whatever he gave you.
The growing pleasure within you was like you were burning from the inside out, each movement from him stoking the flames. His low groans mixed with your whines, his thrusts increasing in speed when he brought his thumb to your clit. Your hand worked its way back into his hair as you cried out his name, your control slipping further and further away as he took over.
“Just like that,” he moaned. “Don’t hold back on me. Wanna hear every pretty sound you make.”
“Bucky, I'm gonna…” you trailed off, your orgasm building fast in your core and ready to burst.
“Come,” he finished for you, a filthy smirk on his face as he laced his fingers with yours.
One more thrust and you were gone, his name falling from your lips as you came. Your mouth stayed open as you spasmed, pleasure rushing from head to toe. You panted and didn't care if you'd ever properly breathe again. That was how good it felt.
“I’m close, doll,” he gritted, resembling a growl as he continued to fuck you and chase his release. “Gonna come inside you. Gonna own you.”
“Come inside me, Bucky,” you begged, watching through half-lidded eyes as his face contorted in ecstasy. It was such an erotic sight. “Please.”
He buried himself deep with a long moan as he filled you in hot, thick spurts, nuzzling his face in your neck when he finished. He said your name as he heavily breathed against your neck and it was the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. You wrapped your arms around him when he stayed inside you, not at all bothered as your mixed release slowly trickled out.
You didn't want him to let you go.
“Well,” you huffed, a dopey smile on your face as you ran your fingers through his hair. “I don't think we’ll have a problem convincing people we care about each other.”
He chuckled, kissing your warm skin. “And we won't have a problem sharing a bed,” he said, keeping you close as you yawned. “Sleep, doll. I’ve got you.”
“I’ve got you, too,” you said, feeling him smile against you as you drifted off.
The delicious ache between your thighs was the second thing you noticed when you woke up. The first, of course, was Bucky’s arm and leg draped over you: warm, protective, perfect. He was still fast asleep, the blanket pooled around his waist, completely at ease with the world. You could get used to waking up like this.
You hesitated before you touched his cheek, not wanting to wake him as you kissed his forehead. You wished you had time to kiss every scar on his body and worship him the way he said he wanted to worship you. The two of you would have to leave the bed sooner or later. There was work to do.
“Mmm. Morning,” he said, his voice laced with sleep as he cracked an eye open.
“Morning,” you whispered, cuddling closer as he brought your hand to his mouth and kissed over the ring. The motion made you brush against his crotch and you were close enough to hear the hitch in his breath. You did it again, keeping your gaze innocent as he opened his eyes more and groaned.
Yes, there was work to do, but it was still early.
“You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?” He teased.
“Yeah, I’m still horny,” you replied. Waking up next to him would arouse anyone. “Need you to fuck me again.”
“You won’t be able to walk if I fuck you again,” he smirked, rolling on top of you and digging his fingers into your waist.
“Should’ve known you’d be a cocky boyfriend,” you teased back, your heart thundering in your chest as he leaned down and skimmed kisses along your jaw. “Sorry, we didn’t put a label on this and there’s still stuff to figure out and the mission and-”
“Hey. Boyfriend, your man, whatever you want to call me, I’m yours,” he cut you off, his mouth drifting to your neck. “And I still owe you a date, got it? You’re my girl. You’re mine.”
“I'm yours,” you gasped when he nipped your skin hard enough to sting, his tongue soothing it after. You were his and he was yours. “So, we're a couple now? Just like that?” You smiled as he worked his way back to your lips.
Bucky answered you with a kiss. “Just like that.”
I struggled a bit with this one after having to scrap almost 2k and go in another direction, but I ended up falling in love with it. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Summary: You want to relax in the bathtub with Bucky. He wants to make you feel good.
Word Count: Over 1.9k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, fingering, implied unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, inner monologue, established relationship, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: My first Bucky Barnes Smut Menu fic of 2024, courtesy of @ellemj, and it belongs to Stud and Smartie, thanks to a sweet nonnie's inspiration. Crossing off roommate and fingering. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
“Take a bath with me, Stud.”
Bucky sat in his chair with a book in hand as you walked by in your robe. You glanced behind you just in time to see him look up from the page and sweep his gaze over your body. “Was that a request or an order?” He asked, placing the bookmark in-between the pages.
You raised an eyebrow as you turned back toward him. “Let’s call it an order in the form of a request,” you teased, putting a hand on your hip when he pretended to consider it. “Come on. Please?”
It was a quiet afternoon and the two of you had nowhere to be. As much as you didn't want to interrupt his reading, you finished the puzzle you were working on earlier and wanted just a bit of attention. Not much, but some.
And as soon as you finished soaking in the tub, he could go right back to reading.
He chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “And why are you heading toward my bathroom and not yours?”
You loosened the tie on your robe enough to expose some of your skin, your heart pounding against your ribcage when his eyes followed the motion. You both knew he was going to join you. “Because your bathroom has the bigger tub,” you reminded him. It was only fair that he got the luxurious bathtub since the apartment was his long before you moved in. “And we both know you love the oil I use.”
“That’s our little secret, Smartie.” Bucky set the book aside and pushed himself to his feet. It was your turn to stare as he stretched, the bottom of his shirt riding up to expose the top of his underwear and just enough of his chiseled abs that your brain began to shut down and reboot. “Should I take my shirt off for you so you can see more of me?”
Fucking duh.
You blinked rapidly and felt your cheeks heat up when he smirked, but you refused to feel shame that he caught you staring. You had every right to look at the gorgeous specimen that was your roommate and lover. Considering he looked at you as if he could swallow you whole at any given moment, it was only fair to return the favor.
“I want you to take everything off. I’ll start,” you said, taking a breath before you pushed the robe from your shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
As it pooled at your feet, you saw nothing but love and desire in his azure eyes. “Fuck,” he whispered, your confidence soaring when you heard his metal fingers curl.
You fought the urge to grip his long hair and drag him in for a deep kiss. If you did, you wouldn't make it to the bathtub and you really wanted a soak. “You can join me when you pick your jaw up off the floor,” you smiled, turning and walking away with a sway of your hips.
You exhaled when you got to his bathroom, your legs a little wobbly and an ache growing between your legs. It wouldn't be long until Bucky joined you, so you went right to the tub and turned the water on. You tested it with your fingers before you added the oil, inhaling the scent with a hum.
“Took me a minute to pick my jaw up,” Bucky said from behind you as you straightened up and spun around. “You're just too beautiful.”
You somehow managed not to preen from his compliment or collapse when you stared his muscular chest and abdomen, his clothes long gone. You took an extra second to admire the naked man in front of you. He heard from you more than once that he had the body of a god, one to worship and die for. His thick cock only made your knees weaken more as you glanced down.
Fuck, I want it in my pussy. In my mouth. Just give it to me.
But beneath the gorgeous package, Bucky was stunning because he was the best man you knew. No one affected you the way he did. You suspected no matter how long you were together that it would always be that way.
“So, you had me slack jawed and now I render you speechless,” he winked, brushing his body against yours as he moved close to the tub. “We’re quite the pair.”
“Yeah, we are,” you smiled, your heart swelling before he turned and gave you a chance to check out his backside.
Would he fault me if I bit one of his cheeks?
Bucky stepped into the tub with a sigh and slowly sank down, nodding for you to join him as he spread his massive thighs. You let out a moan of appreciation as you got in and sat down between his legs. As large as he was, there was enough space that the two of you could relax together.
Whatever home the two of you eventually moved into or had built would have to have a nice soaker tub.
“We really are quite the pair,” he told you, bringing another smile to your face. “I’m keeping you forever.”
And ever.
“I’m keeping you, too.”
As he wrapped his arms around you to pull you back against him, you were happy to sit there in comfortable silence. You cherished the conversations you had, but also adored the moments like this when you said nothing at all. Where you could just hold each other and feel secure and connected.
That's love.
Bucky used his foot to turn the water once it was high enough and put some soap in the nearby washcloth, drawing a gasp from you when he brought it to your inner thigh.
“You do know I can wash myself,” you teased, but didn't stop him from moving it along your leg.
“I know you can,” he said, your stomach flipping as his hand moved higher. It was a completely innocent gesture, but he could make anything sinful. “But I like doing these kinds of things for you.”
The unwavering sincerity in his tone made your heart melt. “Thank you.”
He switched to your other leg as your body relaxed more, your thighs parting without him needing to ask. Your body was completely in tune with him. And it was nice to have someone who wanted to take care of you.
“So, was there any particular reason why you wanted to have a bath together?” He asked against your skin, his hot breath making you shiver and tilt your head slightly.
“Just wanted you to relax with me,” you replied, a whimper slipping out as his lips moved delicately along your neck. Your eyes fluttered, thankful that you were sitting since you felt weak in the knees.
Bucky made a sound like he didn't quite believe you. “Maybe you did, but I also think you wanted me in here so I could see you naked,” he said, dropping the washcloth into the water before his hand moved up your trembling thigh again. He placed a soft kiss beneath your ear when he added in a low voice, “And feel how wet you are.”
Your breath caught as you looked between your legs in time to see his large hand cup your mound. You jutted your hips up in the hope to get some friction and he took mercy on you by brushing a finger along your folds. “I’m always wet for you, Bucky,” you whispered, gasping when he teased your entrance. “Feel me.”
He pressed a kiss to your shoulder with a groan when he pushed a thick finger inside, his palm pressing against your clit. “I feel you,” he rasped when he slid another finger in. “Do you know how good it makes me feel knowing how much you want me?” He asked, brushing his metal hand over your breasts, taking a moment to tease your hardened nipples and send a ripple of pleasure through you. “Feels so fucking good.”
The fact that he can get that hand wet and still… Oh, fuck. Right there.
“How could I not want you? I want you so badly,” you moaned, the water splashing around you gently when you bucked your hips. “I want your big, fat cock inside me. Please,” you begged, surprising you with how easily the dirty words tumbled out.
“Jesus fuck. You're killing me,” he grunted, his fingers thrusting and lightly curling inside of your soaked pussy as his other hand slid to your neck. “Telling me you need to relax when you need me to fuck you.”
Both. I need both things.
You whined when you felt his cock press against the curve of your ass. “Please. Fuck me, fuck me,” you chanted, your walls tightening around the thick digits as they pushed in deeper.
He nearly growled when he gripped your chin and turned your head toward his, devouring your mouth. You encouraged him to deepen the kiss as you parted your lips and let him slip his tongue inside. The taste of him was intoxicating. You wanted to get drunk on him.
“Come on my fingers first,” he whispered against your lips when he pulled away. You were unable to keep from whimpering when he circled his palm against your clit, heat radiating from your core. “Come on, pretty girl. Show me how badly you want my cock.”
You reached back to grip his hair when your orgasm hit you hard and fast, your other hand holding his arm as your cries bounced off the walls. His fingers stretched and rubbed you through it, your toes curling and eyes slipping shut. His lips touched your temple when your legs shook, swept away by his desire.
“That’s it. Get my fingers wet. So fucking beautiful,” he praised before you turned your head again and sought out his lips, your heart racing as you came down. His fingers didn't stop until you whined into his mouth, your breathing heavy when your head fell back.
“Did I…” you smiled with hazy eyes as he carefully slipped his fingers out of your quivering hole. “Earn your cock?”
Bucky chuckled as he helped you sit up, his hands gently caressing your arms like he just had to touch you. “More than earned it. And we can relax some more after I finish inside you.”
You trembled all over again. “Even if we get water all over the floor?” You asked, letting him turn you to face him.
His piercing blue eyes bore into yours and a swirl of emotions hit you as you held his face in your hands. He made you comfortable and so at ease with yourself. He was your friend as much as he was your lover. He also made you feel desired.
Most importantly, he made you feel loved.
“We can flood the whole fucking apartment for all I care,” he smiled, stealing the breath from your lungs when he pulled you in for a kiss.
The water was cold by the time Bucky was done with you, which gave him all the more reason to hold you after he helped dry you off. He even put your head in his lap so he could keep you close as he finished reading the recent chapter of his book. Alpine and Soot came out to keep you company, too. It was the perfect afternoon.
Day twenty one- monsterfucking/forced o's with Venom
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Warnings: yeah so this one is aloooot. Im not sure what sleep paralysis situations come under so im gonna tag both Somno/Dubcon!! Forced orgasm, light mention of overstim, praise, Clit play, clothed sex/Tendril fucking?? Eddies oblivious in this one.
It's happening again, that weird feeling of being awake and asleep all at once. Limbs unmoveable, voice not reaching your ears, it seizes you in panic just like the first time.
See, this has happened before, these locked up hazy moments. You room is just the same, bed and pajamas too, Eddie fast asleep besides you snoring into a pillow. The room dark, just bright enough from the moon to make out shadows if you really squint. Your eyes dart, head unable to move, as they lock onto that shadowed heft learing by the foot of the bed.
You can make out the inky shapes, floating and intertwining, white eyes and big teeth bobbing in the darkness.
Its Venom, you know it is, the familar simbiotes tendrils long and stemming from the back of Eddie as he stays none the wiser.
You try to flinch as one slides its way up your bare leg beneath the sheets, the feeling indescribable. You will your fingers flex, to move like you beg them in your mind to, and yet remain unable to grab at anything as another tendril joins the first to split your legs open.
The trendril snakes up, sliding beneath the leg of your shorts, the fabric growing tight as the thickess sandwiches its way between it and your skin. The tip of it pokes and prods, an involuntary shiver running down your spine at the cool touch. It allows you to voice the tinest whimper, once more trying to shift with little avail, lock too deeply into the dream.
The bobbing head grins, wide and predatory, teeth bared with saliva dripping wetly against the sheets.
"Hush now little human.. All is well" Venoms voice husks, reverberating in that familiar rumble. "Never going to harm you.. You are Eddie's.. But sometimes Eddie must share.. "
The tendril shifts again, moving higher, warmed by its consistent pressure on your skin. It teases over your panties, the fabric growing damp at the pressure toward your pussy. Venom rubs you as smoothly as Eddie, expert in the way its done, lessons learnt from his beloved host.
But its not Eddie touching you now, he's still flat out and blissfully unaware of the predicament you've half awoken to.
You try to resist it, as the pressure grows heavier, the pleasure making your belly clench despite how desperately your trying to distract your mind. You want to move, to squirm away and cry out, lock your legs shut.
You dont get to do that however, what with the new cooler-touch inky tendrils wrapping around your ankles. They keep you spread as another sneaks beneath your shorts to join the other. It pokes, jabs and squirms its way into your panties, pushing the fabric off to the side careless to how it drags across your swollen cunt. It drags wetly up and down your slit, growing slick, that same voice findinf your ears again.
"So wet and sticky for us... Eddie would be proud.. Sweet morsel"
You cant even cry out as your cunt is suddenly split open, hole stuffed full of Venoms extensions. Your chest heaves, nipples pebbled beneath your sleep shirt, lungs unable to heave in enough breath as the girthy appendage fucks into you deep and harsh.
"So good, soo good sweet one. Taking everything we give"
The mixture of of burning pleasure and distress grows worse as your body betrays you, the coil of an orgasm beginning to tighen with each plunge. The tendril that had rubbed over your panties is back now, this time flicking at the bare nub, your eyes watering as it sears through you. That inky face bobbing around as it watches you locked still with a predatory grin.
You feel the unexpressable sob burn your chest as that coil snaps, unable to move as it floods you with an intense pleasure you dont want to feel.
But those tendrils dont stop, dont slow, just keep plunging and rubbing, pushing your body into overwhelm quickly. Your lip trembles and muscles seem to pull taught as that face nears, long and soggy tongue dragging over your arm.
"Proud.. You made us proud. But we are not done, you are ours and we want more."
Summary: After the events of Your Turn you and Jack decide make good on a certain teased remark about getting you a cottontail- some filthy, bunny butt themed fun ensues.
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Warnings: First and foremost butt stuff!! Inc themes of anal fingering and buttplugs, clit play, vaginal fingering, dp of sorts, piv sex, unprotected sex/creampie, light breeding kink, prone bone, Jack talks you thru, praise, some bicep choking/biting, use of good girl, bunny/bun, baby and sweet girl, hopefully hits as intimate porn without real plot- idk chat i tried really hard ;ass play isn't really my usual bag..also includes The tinest hint of calling jack daddy/refering to himself whilst your in a more sub space, however mostly just softdom jack/sub reader
It happens weeks later, the culmination of a single filthy tease.
You feel full, stuffed in a way you’ve never fully experienced before, as you kneel on the plush mattress. The sheets are knuckled tight in your grip, grounding, steady, all the things you need in this moment, especially when it’s Jack busy behind you
Your jack, Calm, collected, tenting his bottoms with the weight of his chubbing cock, fingers thick and coated in a shiney layer of lubricant as they carefully stretch you open. This time though, it’s not the weeping heat of your pussy that gets to delight in the bliss, not tonight. She drools down your bare inner thighs, slick and begging, but jacks focus is elsewhere- that tighter ring of muscle choking his fingers whole.
It doesn’t burn anymore, not like it had when jack started anyway, you’d just about been able to handle the tip of his thumb without whining out pitifully. But It’s a far cry from that now, considering the way your hips push back just so- slowly, gently- embracing the pressure rather than running from every push and pull, every scissored motion.
"You think you're feelin ready baby?" jack asks on a particularly perfect curl of his fingers, your asshole offering little resistance, a quiet moan pressing into the sheets. "No pressure if you meed more time like this though alright? Your pace, whatever you need"
Your eyes strain to look back at him, head tilting with a shy nod. Your skin feels hot, body exposed in every possible way that feels different to simply being naked. "I-i think m' ready" you whine out, exhaling a shakey breath when he slowly draws his digits free.
The plug looks cute in Jacks hands, one large palm wrapped around the light pink fur of the cotton tail. He'd let you pick it out with the smallest smirk on his lips, watched you hum and haw over the soft lilac, pink or off-white shades, figuring the least he could do was reward his pretty girls willingness to try with something equally as cute. You'd agreed back then, with a bright, cheeky grin.
Admittedly though, as another small glob of lube lands cool against your hole, it feels less cute now.
But jack, as if sensing the slight trepidation suddenly bubbling in your tummy, soothes a hand over your spread souple ass cheek that distract you entirely.
"You remember what we talked about earlier sweetheart?" he asks softly, voice like a blanket. "F' you need me to slow it down, t' stop, anythin at all, you just say our word"
Your throat works a swallow, head landing on your forearms as you peer back again. The conversation is silent, an understanding shared from a single look that comes from unwavering trust, something that took a long time to build into what it is today-
And today? That trust is knowing so intensely you dont need to panic- that you can relax the best you can- as Jack gradually works the shiney plug into your ass.
The pressure is intense as he finally works it all the way in, your back bowing with a soft whine and trembling thighs.
"Thereee we go, biggest stretch is over bunny, good girl" Jacks hand soothes over your cheeks again, a reverent lilt in his voice as he leans down to press a kiss to your lower back just above where the fluffy fur rests. "S' proud of you sweetheart, take your time.. some big breaths, s'all you"
The minutes tick by in a haze as you adjust to the sensation of being full back there, of the weight and the pressure that actually.. Starts to feel really fucking good.
Jack must see it, must cotton on quick, what with the lewd drip of your poor empty pussy on your inner thighs or your hips wiggling in the cool bedroom air. You hear the clang and slide of his belt before you can even think about what the next part of this moment entails, cheek on the sheets as you watch a glob of spit fall from jacks lips.
He groans a sound so deep and gutteral as it lands on his thick cock, palm immediately working over the shaft until it glides audibly in his touch.
"Daddy.." you mewl out, not even fully registering what you've said. You're too busy reaching an arm behind you, fingers wiggling on your lower back- mindlessly searching for comfort you know he'll provide. Jacks just reliable like that, steady, dependable in the haze of everything he gives.
The hand not lazily stroking his dick intertwines with those wiggling fingers, palm hot against yours as he offers a little squeeze- a soothing motion and silent check in all in one.
You breathe shakily, inhaling the scent of detergent and your respective fragrances, spine spine just a fraction more as your hips open up. Your poor stuffed asshole clenches around the cotton tail plug, spine shivering at the intrusion against your walls. "Need you now.. Please."
Jacks heart thuds in his chest, fondness and arousal so overwhelming it hits him front and center, giving your smaller hand another squeeze as the other guides his cock to tap once, twice, three times against the sticky folds of your pussy. Shes shiney in the evening light, glossy and pink and so fucking pretty jacks cock aches at the sight.
"Shh, i know baby" he coos, thrusting forward enough that the tip bumps against your clit. You hear it before you feel it, the sloppy way he drags back and forth, the lewd pops each time he notches just so at your hole.
"One more stretch in three..two..one" jack coaches, finally allowing himself to sink in a little deeper on the next drag. "Nice big breaths like last time.. You're alright bun, you can take it"
The feeling of just the tip knocks the wind directly from your lungs, a mewl muffling into the bed. Its indescribable really, how the perfect ache of the plug in your ass directly intensifies the fullness in your cunt. Its overwhelming, pleasure thundering throughout your entire body so electric it almost overwhelms you.
Jack groans, pants, lets himself push a little further, almost at half way. "s' fuckin tight s-shit...Gotta let me in.." he murmers, looping hand from your waist down to rub at your puffy clit. "Let daddy feel his pussy properly bun, thats it.. doin so well, s' my good girl.
The moan that bounces off of the bedroom walls is nothing short of wrecked once he's all the way in, heavy balls flush to your cunt. Like this his gut presses against the fur slightly, jostling the metal inside your hole.
Each thrust starts shallow, slow and easing, letting you grow fully comfortable with the sensation. Your thighs tremble, knees struggling, the careful strum of jacks fingers still working your swollen pearl making it twice as hard to stay up right.
"Why dont we try easin those hips down bun" he coos, cock grinding in deep, feeling the presence of the plug seperated between your walls. Your spine bowing deeper as he kisses between your shoulders with the scratch of his stubble. "Got them legs movin like bambi on ice sweet girl, s'it too much? need me to stop? Talk t' me"
You try truly, although all that comes out is a series of broken whines and pitiful mewls, so deep in the feelings overwhelming your body. Drool pools wetly in a little patch on the sheets, cheek sporting the rumpled marks from how tightly you've had pressed. Your eyes are glassy as your head lifts, tilts to find his gaze.
"Dont stop..” you manage shakily, pussy squeezing as if to keep him nessled deep. "P-please dont fucking stop Jack"
The concern on his handsome face shifts just as fast as it had come, tongue poking out to wet lips curved in a small smirk. His hand tightens in yours at your back, a grunt falling free.
"No?" he asks, easing back slowly, then in to the hilt again. "S' feelin too good, That the problem bun? That baby pussy bein greedy? "
His pace near doubles at the fragile nod, the drop of your trembling limbs to the mattress, a pleased yet overwheled mewl filling the bedroom. Jack fucking into you so perfectly your fingers begin to cramp up from the tightness of your grip on the sheets.
"M-'hm F-fuck, Feel s' full.. S' good." You babble, tears welling in your eyes with every plunge of his cock, every bump against the plug. "I need t' cum, please"
Heat bubbles in your gut, simmering like a hot pan ready to boil over, every perfect hit of his tip against your g spot only intensifying the desperation. The poor puffy pearl of your clit aches, screams, pulses for attention, gummy hole beginning to squeeze that bit tighter.
"I-shit-i know" jack groans, dropping some of his weight forward, pressing his hips so flush you feel him make your belly ache. A scratchy kiss to your shoulder, pussy choking him tighter in response to the change. "But whats the magic words baby," he erges, gruffly. "cmon, be a good bunny n' ask daddy, you got it, ask for what you want"
"C-can i cum daddy?" you hiccup, desperate and pleading, grip on the sheets borderline scrabbling. "Please- let me cum, need it-"
Jack growls, hips colliding harshly with your ass, the hand holding yours unlacing, weight shifting, until that thick perfectly freckled bicep curls around your neck. Your teeth dig in without you really knowing, brain too far gone to worry about the movements of your jaw or the rappidly growing quiver of your limbs.
All you feel- all you can think- is how your body burns for the kind of release only Jack can bring
And oh.. Oh how he fucking brings it.
"Do it. Cum for me." his bicep tightens a fraction, mimicking the squeeze of your sopping pussy. Your brain, fucked out and hazy, just about able to register the gritty command like a finger to a trigger; cumming with a cry thats half muffled in his arm. "Yeaaaah, atta bun, thats it, cum it outttt f' daddy, good girl"
The orgasm steals your breath, feels like it rips you in two, eyes rolling backward before fluttering shut, your cunt creaming and dripping over his shaft, his balls, the noises sopping, lewd, utterly debauched.
But thats the exact thing that make's Jacks own bliss creep closer, the telltale tightening in his lower stomach makin his bucks faulter.
"Gonna- ah fuck, gonna fill you up." he grits out, stubble scratching deliciously at your soft cheek. The soft swell of his gut pushing and shifting the tail, your walls rippling as it adds extra friction to every hump he makes against your ass. "N-need to breed my bunny, give her a litter hm, s' that what you want? T' make me a daddy f'real"
The gasped moan you let free is right from the very depths of your chest, chin hooking over his strong bicep as you nod, making his hold tighter- closer- teeth leaving little stinging dents in his skin.
Jack's hips stutter, pace struggling as he presses his weight into you. Every grind knocks his tip deep against your abused walls, until he's hardly pulling out and more rocking against the perfect globes of your behind.
"Haaa- s' comin," he growls, nessled deep, the rhythmic pulses of your pussy milking every drop he has. "oh f-fuck m' cummin bun"
His weight drops almost immediately as he cums, pressing you flat into the mattress in a hot, sticky heap. You can feel every draw of his balls flush against you, every twitch and pulse that leaves your insides painted white and thoroughly ruined.
The warmth of him draped over you is a comfort despite the heft, Like your own weighted blanket perfectly him. A feeling you relish in as Jack comes back down to earth.
Carefully he lets your head drop, unhooking that thick freckled bicep from your neck, palms landing either side of your head. He uses that leverage to shift his weight, to slowly draw his hips back, his softening cock dragging out out with a debauched little squelch.
Jack has to avert his eyes from the perfect drip of his cum and your arousal that follows, pooling and leaking from your fucked out cunt, instead laying on his side to tuck your mused hair back.
"Hey.." he coos gently, fingers soothing up your spine, slipping back into that caretaking role he excels at so well both within work and home. "Was that okay sweetheart? Not to much?"
Your head shakes, a lazy, fucked happy and cum-hazy smile lighting up your face; you know just how much he values checking in after.
"Definitely not too much.. Was fun" you murmer, stretching yourself out a little on the sheets- like a cat in the sun. It jostles the plug, a little whine muffling into the bed, muscles ready for a break.
"M' glad, was fun for me too cheeky girl.."
Jack smothers the chuckle forming in his throat, smile crooking at his lips at the wiggle of your hips. Of course his precious girl, resilient and perfectly filthy, enjoyed it. Deep down he knew she would; after all, that cute little hole wouldn't wink at him for nothing.
"Now, lets get you cleaned up n' ready for a nap hm?"
Warnings: 18+ link inspo, use of a mirror, piv sex, hes mouthy as fuck in this one icl, use of good girl and bunny, smallest mention of butt plugs/cotton tails (you'll see). Just a lil follow on from the prev drabble.
So we know Jack likes to watch himself saw in and out of your pussy, but how about Jack who gets you bouncing on his cock infront of a mirror so you can watch yourself take it.
The debauched sound of your soaked pussy bounces off the bathroom tile, loud, squelchy, slick plaps that are just about muffled by your moans. Jack sitting back against the wall on the marble shower bench, curls still damp from his earlier shower now mixed with sweat, thick thighs open wide to give you room.
You'd wondered where your full length mirror from beside the closet had gone.. Now you knew.
"You see baby?" jack groans, deep and gutteral, hands tight on your waist to keep you bouncing with your back to him. "how that pretty pussy's swallowin me, how she's drippin everywhere?"
The way you nod is jerky, voice breathless, breasts bouncing from the effort. "Mm-mhm, yeah.. Feels s'good inside me"
Fingertips dig a little harder into your waist, the thickness of jacks cock offering a twitch against your walls in response.
"i know, i know it does- shit- got you bouncin like a little bunny-" he grunts, peering around you, lustblown hazels meeting yours in the mirrors reflection. "s' that what you are baby? my beautiful bunny?"
Your pussy squeezes tight at that, a broken sound echoing around the room, pace stuttering- slowing- as you switch from bouncing to grinding. Keeping jacks thick cock nessled deep, right down to the root, making his head drop back.
"Awh yeah- yeah you are- shit- squeezin me so tight" a big hand lifts, palm engulfing one of your breasts, thumbing at the nipple. "you like watchin yourself huh, moanin n' bouncin like you cant get enough.."
"M-m yeah" you whimper, breathless, the heat in your belly only getting hotter with every grind. "G-gettin close.."
With the help of Jacks hands back at your middle the pace increases once more then, the thick tip angling just right against the gummy spot inside that has your eyes rolling back. He tugs you down, keeps you rocking, grinding, bouncing, anything to keep that tight squeeze of your soaked hole going, his right arm looping around to strum at your clit.
Its between those perfect figure eights, the sharp swat of his hand cracking down on your ass and the uttlerly debauched rumble of his voice in your ear that truly finishes you. The orgasm hitting hard and fast, blood thundering in your ears.
But, somewhere in the haze, Jack's words just about begin sinking in. You see your thighs trembling, belly heaving, jacks hand on your ass shifting to sit palm down on your belly, all whist bliss still pulses inside your cunt.
His stuble rubs at your shoulder, lips soothing the scratch.
"Mmm there we go, that's a good girl.. Think i should get you a cottontail hm, stretch my baby out a little more, really make you my bunny.. How 'bout that"
Jack abott and reader not being able to fuck because she got a uti because she fell asleep and didn’t go pee after sex and Jack is dying without her
Oh hi hi hello!!! I have been positively chomping at the bit for Jack/Robby/Rabbot asks and i cannot tell you how buzzing i am that this is the first😌🫶
Aftercare; the accident
Warnings?: kinda guilty jack leading to desperate jack!!!! Ofc i made him mouthy cause it'd be rude not to, Mentions of jerking off, jack day dreaming about you, pussy eating, unprotected piv sex, creampies (please wrap it before ya tap it) and just general filth🙂↕️
Now, despite Jack's usual skill of being on the ball (heh) when it comes to post coital activity, sometimes things just.. Happen!
It was a complete accident- Jack had intended to get you up, and you had intended to go, you'd just dozed off cuddled against him for a second too long and he'd told himself just another few minutes. You looked peaceful and content, the little stress line that had developed between your brows now softened out
You deserved peace, jack thought, especially when you'd both been so exhausted lately. Not to mention the bliss that came with getting to feel eachother without having to rush.
It just so happened that in those few minutes, jack had accidentally passed out himself.
And from the very second his eyes snapped open again, he feels a sense of impeding guilt. Its silly, you tell him as much, the very moment he gets more insistant about your water intake or the way you've gotten up to pee the third time in 40 minutes. UTIs happen, isn't your first and probably wont be the last- hell you both treat at least one at work almost daily in the ER- but it's nothing a few days course of antibiotics and staying hydrated wont solve.
Which, ordinarily would fine.. If Jack didn't have the week off with you already planned.
And by Thursday, just a mere 72 hours later, Jack feels like he's going insane. Something about knowing he cant has made the sight of you pottering around the house in his T-shirts twice as difficult. Watching you cook, tidy, fucking lounge around, looking the very dictionary definition of domestic, has him aching in his pants in a way that feels like torture.
Because oh how easy it would be to bend you over the kitchen island, ingredients scattering over the marble counter tops, and fuck you from behind. To groan praise and proudness into your ears-
"s'my girl, my fucking pretty girl, wandering around like- fuck- like a dream".
"Got me deep baby.. Ahh fuck, You feel that? You feel me fucking you deep like this? Takin everythin I've got"
With your back pressed flush against the broad planes of his chest, fingers scrabbling for his like they always do when you grow close. Those digits not the only thing gripping him tight in those moments.
or fuck, to hoist you up onto the washer with that basket full of dirty laundry at his feet and lap at your perfect fucking pussy from hole to puffy clit. Tongue lewdly, wetly, flicking with vigour of a man starved. Fingers, much like when he's fucking you, this time drifting to tightly grip at his peppery curls, the curve of your mound bumping at his nose as he feasts and you writhe.
So yeah, by Friday Jack's lost count of the cold showers and preventions he's subjected himself to. Including the few frantic jerks of his fist in the bathroom as you sleep soundly in bed.
Which means, by the time he can touch you again without worry? Jack is the very definition of unrestrained. And while desperate isn't a word you'd ever really think of when it comes to describing Dr. Jack Abbot, its exactly the case when you initiate that first touch.
Your lips on his neck make him shiver, the slow, devastating grind of your pajama short covered core on his lap coaxing the most guteral moan from his chest. He lets you continue though, grinding, bouncing, despite the pleasure that licks up his spine like a drug. He doesn't even care you're both still fully clothed, too thoroughly in need of hearing those little breathy whines that drag in time with your hips just a minute longer.
And when you do shift, trying to drop between his knees on the carpet, something quite literally cracks in Jack's very being.
"N-no, cmon back up, you cant." he pants, head shaking, voice breaking, gripping your wrist tight. "I wont last baby, i wont fucking last if you put that mouth on me"
But when it comes to him getting between your thighs? Well, he's almost making himself cum in his pants rutting against the couch cushions. The fabric of his boxers sporting a growing damp patch from the way his tip drools pre.
"There she is.. There's my girl, fucking-" he groans, cutting himself off with a terribly precise, broad swipe of his tongue to your cunt. "-missed her so bad sweetheart, you have no idea"
Getting inside is made worse for him too, freckled biceps bulging near your head as he leans his weight down, the squeeze of your hole swallowing the fat head of his cock almost too much to take. Jack's slightly glassy eyes rolling, then fluttering shut, as he heaves in lungfuls of air tinted with your scent.
Fuck, have you always felt this good?
But even desperate, borderline trembling, Jack makes sure you cum first; even by a fraction. His own orgasm erupting with every rhythmic squeeze of you soaking him down to his heavy, aching balls. A noise only described as a yowl pressing against your neck when the first rope paints your walls, smaller, quieter gasps following until you can do little but leak out his load.
Except this time, after pulling out with a sigh as he watches his spend trickle down to your ass, he's twice as strict. Ensuring neither of you drift off before getting up to rehydrate and use the bathroom.
Because whilst Jack Abbot may be a strong man; fuckkk is he positively weak when it comes to you.
Thinking about Jack Abbot who excels in aftercare. (And also heavily inspired by this link that i love very much😌
Who, regardless of earlier position, gets you settled against his chest with your head tucked beneath his chin. Those big freckled arms keeping you close- content- as you both come down.
One always stays wrapped around your bare shoulders, heavy and grounding. Whilst the other roams steady and warm, stroking over your scalp, back, sometimes even dipping a little lower to give your ass little squeeze.
Jacks voice is always hushed when he speaks, gravely in that way that rivals the grit that works its way over his vocal chords after rest.
"S' proud of you, you know that?" he murmer softly, lips pressing against your forehead. "Did so good f'me, always do"
Your lashes tickle his clavicle as they flutter, the only indication you're listening, brain still in that floaty space between bliss and its high.
But Jack knows this, knows you, so he keeps everything steady; calm in that way he's good at.
"You listenin honey? Hm?" a large palm squeezes your bicep gently, making your head tilt up.
You give him a little smile, humming quietly, tired eyes blinking slowly at his.
"There she is.. Good girl" his touch soothing, the motion repetetive, up and down your spine with his knuckles. "We've gotta getcha up to pee"
An amused smile crinkles his eyes when you whine, pressing tighter against him. Legs shifting against the crinkled sheets "shh i know, i know you're still all fuzzy, but s' important baby, you know that"
It takes a moment more of you clinging, rubbing against his chest like a kitten before he just about catches you mumble "M'kay..but not right now.. Few more minutes."
"s' Lucky you're cute" he grumbles fondly, kissing your forehead. His chin tilting down to take in your body, looking it over for any external marks or sensitive spots. That clinical eye always trained, always observing. "Nothing hurtin though hm?"
"Nuh uh..just tired.. Little sensitive n floaty" you sigh softly. Your breath fanning warm against him, fingers gently tracing the little freckles on his chest, following them one side to another. Like your own personal dot-to-dot.
Jacks lets you breathe, indulge in that little grounding technique, before those knuckles slowly decend down your spine. Your skin soft beneath his fingers, digits tapping twice lightly on your ass cheek. "You've got two more then we're up, can carry on cuddlin once you're all taken care of"
You glare up from under your lashes, grumbling, but it's not serious- never is with you. You just like being in Jacks big arms more than you'd ever want to admit; and lest his ego ever discover it.
"You promise?" small and soft, blinking like he's the moon in the sky.
"Yeah baby, 'course i do." Jack nods, shifting to sit up with your clinging frame, one arm already reaching for where his prosthetic rests by the side of the bed. He slips the sock on then the limb itself, grunting as he stands.
Then, with one warm hand outstretched and ready to help you up, an incentive rolls off his tongue. "Hell, Might even let you steal my shirt from earlier to sleep in, how about that?"
Jack Abbot who gets off on watching himself fuck you.
Who gets entranced watching himself rock in and out of your weepy pussy, stretching so prettily around him. His mind struggling to do anything but zero in on the glossy shine of arousal that coats his cock as he draws his hips back all the way to the tip. Who lets out groans and expletives so gutterally at the debauched sound that squelches out into the room when he parts your folds when pressing back inside.
Its heaven to him; this- you- the pulsing squeeze of your cunts gummy walls.
And god he's proud too; oh so fucking proud at sight of your drooly little hole taking him all in without complaint. Jack knows he's thick, that the tip kisses your cervix when he moves just right, but you've been so brave. You've not let out a single protesting peep; only wanting his heft closer- to push deeper. That sweet little nub of your clit all perfectly puffy and needy, just begging for his attention.
Attention Jack intends to give until that shine on his cock begins to get messier; the creamy hue of your release coating him instead.
A sight which, despite all the thing's Jack's seen in his lifetime, he thinks might just be his favorite.
