note: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by @societyfolklore and @soelstress
Spare prompt: "Say thank you.”
note: Side-story scribble of Toy Soldier. Read the warnings, my dears.
The room was as cold as the steel under its body, unnecessarily restrained. Soldat was strapped to the gurney, bare skin raw where the leather bit into it, some burns along its thighs stinging faintly, but worse was the place where he had been stretched roughly, aching with every movement.
When the attendants finally left, and Rumlow decided it was time for a reprieve, he didn’t offer water or rest; he just freed its battered body and yanked it off the table.
It landed on its knees on the cold tile, its temple brushing the edge of the gurney.
Rumlow tapped the steel surface, smeared with fluids and sweat from the last session. “Clean it,” he instructed in a casual tone.
Soldat complied, dragging its tongue over the cold metal, scraping the corners, tasting every slick smear of the surface. Each movement pressed bruised flesh and tender burns painfully against the surface. It wondered if they would summon her, to fix what they had broken or to force her to witness yet another layer of its degradation.
A final swipe of the tongue, a last lick along the edge of the gurney, and the metal was left spotless.
Rumlow’s belt hit the floor with a heavy thud behind him. His fingers fisted in Soldat’s hair, dragging it close to his already hard shaft as he lazily stroked himself, watching the way the asset's blank stare was fixed on the brush of his fingers. “Good job,” he said softly, almost kindly, the edge of a twisted smile on his mouth.
“Playtime’s over. You’ve had your fun, haven’t you?” he asked, smearing Soldat’s lips with precum as he rubbed the head of his cock against his tired mouth. “Open and say thank you.”
note: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by @societyfolklore and @soelstress
Sep 8th prompt: "Oh, you like that?”
Note: Part of Plump & Ripe Collection
He sat at the edge of the bed, his damp hair dripping lazy trails down his chest, the faint scent of soap clinging to his skin. His eyes followed her across the room with a hunger that never seemed to dull, no matter how many nights they spent together.
She caught that look and smiled, slipping closer and getting on her knees, pressing her lips to the curve of his waist, right where he was soft against hard muscle. Her hands smoothed worshipfully over his belly, then slid lower, cupping his already hard cock and squeezing it tantalizingly.
“Fuck,” he groaned, hauling her up into his arms and onto the mattress. Her nightgown rode high as he positioned himself between her thighs, her bare pussy already dripping for him. He rubbed his cock against her slick before filling her in one slow but unrelenting thrust. His flesh hand gripped the back of one thigh to open her wide while the vibranium one supported him on the bed, or at least, that was his intention. Somehow, the metal slipped on the silk decoration of the sheets, and he fell on top of her, catching himself with his elbow but still pressing his body heavily on hers. It all happened at the same time, his gaze widening in alarm, and her moan, unlike anything he’d ever pulled from her lips before.
She arched against his body, clawing his back.
His eyes flashed with disbelief before pushing down harder, tentatively, letting her feel every inch of his cock, bearing down until she keened again.
“Oh,” he panted, voice ragged with wonder, “you like that?”
Her cry and nails digging deeper gave him all the answers he needed.
And fuck, he was gonna give his sugarplum every inch she craved.
Warnings: Subby!Bucky. Mommy-kink. A little edging.
Word Count: 299.
note: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by @societyfolklore and @soelstress
Sep 7th prompt: "Don’t you dare come until I say so”
Her hand stroked him slowly, twisting her wrist just enough to make his thick cock twitch helplessly in her grip. His head fell back against the couch, thighs tensing, muscles straining as his hand fisted at nothing.
“Don’t you dare come until I say so, sweetheart.”
The warning came soft as a caress, yet leaving no room for disobedience. His hips bucked up anyway, desperate for more friction.
“But-”
She squeezed tighter, silencing him with a stroke that dragged a broken sound from his throat and leaned in against him, soft lips brushing his ear. “No. You don’t get to beg. You’ve been a very bad boy, James.”
His eyes flew open, wide, pleading, but she only smiled. “Touching me in the middle of the store, in front of everyone. Couldn’t keep your filthy hands to yourself in the juice aisle of all places.”
Heat rushed to his cheeks, the memory only making his cock twitch harder in her hand.
“What would the neighbors say if they knew? The big, polite Winter Soldier acting like a shameless pervert in public.” She pressed him at the base, denying him the release he was shaking for. “Such a dirty boy.”
He stuttered a moan, rough and needy, his muscles quivering as she dragged her thumb over the slick, sensitive head, keeping him right at the edge, exactly where she wanted him.
Her tone softened then, coaxing. “Do you promise to behave next time?”
He nodded, biting his lower lip, his eyes glossy, voice breaking on a desperate, “Please…”
“That’s my good boy, I know you’ll behave. Go on then, come for me.” His groan broke into her shoulder as he complied, spilling hard into her hand, every shudder soothed by the gentle praises she whispered against his damp hair.
note: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by @societyfolklore and @soelstress
Sep 4th prompt: "Let me kiss it better”
Roots and Branches Masterlist
Bucky's scowl was thunderous when he limped through her front door, his favorite jeans sporting a jagged tear down his left thigh.
"The damn axe slipped," he muttered, clearly more upset about the ruined denim than the angry red scrape beneath it. "These were my good pair."
She bit back a smile at his grumpy expression. "Let me get the first aid kit."
"Don't need to fuss," he grumbled, but sat heavily on her couch anyway. "You were working." He said, side-glancing her laptop.
"I was bored to death," she said honestly, returning with the white box.
He huffed but didn't protest when she knelt between his spread thighs, and her fingers found his belt buckle. The metal clinked softly as she unfastened it, then worked his jeans down his legs, revealing the lean muscle of his thigh and the shallow cut marring his skin.
"It's not that bad," Bucky said, watching her dab antiseptic gently on the scrape.
She hummed in agreement, then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss just above the wound. "Let me kiss it better."
His breath caught. "Sweetheart…"
Another kiss, this one higher. Then another. Her hands smoothed up his thighs as she worked her way up, trailing a path with her lips that had nothing to do with his injury and everything to do with the growing bulge in his underwear.
"This ain't exactly medical treatment," he rasped, ears pink. But didn’t attempt to stop her.
"There could be other injuries, darling," she murmured against his skin, as her hands began to tug his boxers down. "I need to be very thorough."
The helpless groan that escaped him told her he had no intention of arguing with her method. Not when her lips found exactly what they were looking for.
note: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by @societyfolklore and @soelstress
Sep 2nd prompt: "Don't hide your face”
The headboard rattled behind them with every thrust, her hands slipping on the sheets as he drove her forward with the force of his hips. Across the room, the vanity mirror caught them fully: his thick arms caging her in, his hot chest pressed to her back as he fucked her from behind deep enough to leave no space for breath.
Her cheek pressed down on the mattress, squeezing her eyes shut as moans and whimpers escaped between her swollen lips.
“Don’t hide your face, sweetheart.” His voice rumbled against her ear, thick with hunger. His metal hand fisted her hair, forcing her gaze up toward the mirror. “Look at you. Look at us.”
Her reflection trembled back at her, bouncing tits, parted lips, the wreckage of what he was making of her. His hips snapped harder, sinking his cock impossibly deep, as his chest pressed heavily on her back. Her pussy clenched as pleasure ripped through her body, and his hand went over her lower belly, pressing there while he fucked her harder, faster.
“You see that, doll?” His breath possessively brushed her ear. “Gonna fuck you so full, keep you like this till you can’t think of anything else.”
Her nails dug into the mattress, sobs and cries spilling from her lips as he pinned her down and ground his pelvis against her rear.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded softly, his thrusts turning irregular. “Want you watching, sweetheart, when I put a baby in you.”
Her body shattered, and the mirror forced her to witness every second of her pleasure, his reflection all muscle and devotion as he spilled deep inside her.
“That's it. Fuck, m’ gonna make you a mommy. Gonna keep filling you ‘til it takes, sugar.” He promised.
Be deliberate - one of the mantras I heard while taking a class with @awaketomysoul. These past two weeks have challenged me to get out of my comfort zone and become someone who wasn't me. By doing this it caused me to hurt my body and mind, thinking that I wasn't good enough or worthy of love that I have been given. I have the power to control me, not other people or what they think. @yoga_girl and @island.yoga @oneoeight.tv started #yogaeverydamnday this month as a challenge. I gladly take that challenge head on, and for those who read this long post know that yoga doesn't mean doing handstands or Crow or some crazy Asana but showing up and loving yourself, being mindful of how you talk to yourself and how you feel the love of this beautiful earth and days we are given. Namaste. (Ft. Baby April 🐈) #108 #108yoga #islandyoga #30days #sexyseptember #sexyseptemberchallenge #yoga #namaste #catmom #jeep #backpain #savasana #shakti #shaktirising # mashakti #kundalini #kundalinirising #magickhealer #magickwoman #wicca #wiccan #magick
