The Stupid Little Things - Carl Gallagher X Reader (All Parts So Far )

Time To Run - Part Ten

Warnings: 18+ ONLY - Brief spanking, unprotected sex (stay safe!), language and threats.

Also, just a shout out to @angrythingstarlight and helping me through this chapter with her great idea. We love consent!

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Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Previous: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine

Summary | Scrawny Steve Rogers has been your best friend since elementary school. Despite his powerful mob boss of a father, known only to those as the King of New York, you’re his protector and confidante. As the time passes and your lives go different routes, the tables have turned and you need him to protect you.

Steve inspects the body, leaning down to see Rollins’ handiwork. He mouths an expletive at the sight. It was a clean break. This meant that she trusted him to let him inside her house. He doesn’t look at Bucky, Sam or Peter when he finally stands, fists at his sides.

“What do we know?”

“Forensics says it was at least a day. No sign of forced entry from what my guys are saying,” Bucky mutters. “He’s sending a message.”

“Yeah.”

Steve tightens his jaw at the sight of the woman sprawled out on the kitchen floor, the yellow caution tape still hanging from the walls.

“You can’t let her go to the funeral,” Bucky reminds him.

Even though Steve knows that Bucky is right, it does him no good to think about how you will react when you find out. You’ve been mourning, picking out flowers and trying to be strong. It isn’t until you end up in his arms at night that you shake, tears spilling down your cheeks.

You still think it’s your fault.

Steve can’t wait to kill him.

“I know,” Steve answers after a moment.

“She’s gonna raise hell when you tell her.”

When the coroner comes, Sam places a hand on Steve’s shoulder as he nods quickly.

“I know you knew her,” Sam begins, Steve’s eyes never leaving her body. “And I know you’re mad as hell and that’s okay too. But you can’t lose sight of what’s waiting for you back home. She needs you.”

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delicate — masterlist (b.barnes)

synopsis: reader was a highly skilled neuropsychologist who worked for what used to be SHIELD. a couple days after the bombing in vienna, her friend and coworker, sharon carter, asks a favor of her: to relocate to wakanda in order to help treat and rehabilitate no other than the infamous james buchanan barnes. needless to say, it turns into a delicate situation. (slow burn, friends to lovers)

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

chapter one — “to wakanda”

chapter two — “bucky”

chapter three — “penny for your thoughts”

chapter four — “mri’s and other modern commodities”

chapter five — “fight or flight”

chapter six — “lake, the sequel”

chapter seven — “the king is dead”

chapter eight — “hovel, sweet hovel”

chapter nine — “to have or not to have indoor plumbing”

chapter ten — “retching and realizations”

chapter eleven — “there’s a reason behind everything”

chapter twelve — “it’s hovercraft time, bucky barnes”

chapter thirteen — COMING SOON!

delicate taglist: @bakugouswh0r3 @thefridgeismybestie @strivingforelegance @ilovespideyyy @xpurpleglitter @bluelakeee @darkacademic2 @nickkie1129 @eclipsedplanet @paradisedixon @crazy-beautiful @coffee--writes @lauxrens @lilithknight1111 @buckybarnesishot310 @softladyhours @alwayssandy @quxxnxfhxll @those-sea-green-eyes

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Requests are Open

I mostly write for Spencer x Reader but will also write other CM ships for requests.

I don’t write MGG or any other MGG characters. Some fics will appear under on more than one masterlist.

I retain the right to turn down any request. I write for fun so I write what gives me inspiration and what I enjoy the sound of.

Spencer Reid x Reader Blurbs

Spencer Reid x Reader One Shots

Spencer Reid x Reader Series

Other CM Pairings

CM Bingo 2021 Fics

12 Days of Shipmas Fics

Song Lyric Blurbs

Writing Competition Entries

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Hey I am so in love with “Don’t you know who I am?” (Buckyxreader) - if you could do a part 3 that would be everything 💖 Totally cool if not tho! I love your writing :)) 💖

Omg thank you so much lovely!! 🥰😍 I’m seeing some people asking for a part 3 so I guess part 3 is on the way! Thank you so much for your support 💜

MASTERLIST

I will be adding to my master list as I continue posting requested prompts/my own prompts. Whenever you think to yourself “Oh, this is it?” I’ll be here to remind you that “Honey, you got a big storm coming.”

The master list will most likely be updated daily and it will be pinned to the top of my blog to make searching for stories easier.

FLUFF 🌸

Heavy Lifting (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Perfectionism (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Early Dawn Kisses (MGG x POC Fem!reader) 

Ace (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader) 

Boo’s and Ghoul’s (MGG x Fem!reader)

Big, Open Arms (MGG x Fem!reader)

Broken Telephone (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Outside the Box (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Friendly Competition (Spencer Reid x Bau!reader)

Two Left Feet (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Sky’s the Limit (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Fact Check (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Never Let Me Go (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Not a Day Too Soon (Spencer Reid x Gender-Neutral!reader)

Too Much Caffeine (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Profiling Mishaps (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Easy Work (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Exposed (MGG x Fem!reader)

Dream’s in Motion (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Give Me Hallmark (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Unsung Heroes  (Spencer Reid x Masc trans!reader)

Lost in Translation (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Let it Happen (Spencer Reid x ADHD Fem!reader)

SMUT 🍑

Who’s Your Daddy? (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Easy Riders (Dom!Spencer x Fem!reader)

Old Friends, Old Habits (MGG x Fem!reader)

Hold Tight (MGG x Fem!reader)

A’s and B’s (Prof!Spencer Reid x Student Fem!reader)

Let it Rain (MGG x Fem!reader)

Faded (MGG x Fem!reader) 

No Need to Rush (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Is that Code? (MGG x Interviewer Fem!reader)

Have Fun With It (MGG x Fem!reader)

The Cure (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Successful Experiments (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Better View  (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Rockstar Treatment (MGG x Black Fem!reader)

Naughty Girl (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Deprived (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Beauty and Brains (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

SMUT (NSFW 18+) 🌶

Pegging for it (Sub!Spencer x Dom!reader)

Two’s Company, Three’s a Party (Dom!MGG x sub!reader x dom!female friend)

A Man After Midnight (Dom!Spencer x Sub Fem!Reader)

Follow My Lead (Dom!MGG x Sub Fem!Reader)

More Stimulation (MGG x Fem!reader)

Attention Seeker (Dom!Spencer x Brat Fem!reader)

Caught in the Act (Dom!Spencer x Sub Fem!reader)

Face It (Dom!Spencer x Sub Fem!reader)

Jealous Boy (Dom!MGG x Fem!reader)

Red Lingerie  (Dom!Spencer x Sub Fem!reader)

Give In To Me (Dom!Spencer x Sub Fem!reader)

Edge of Glory (Dom!MGG x Sub Fem!reader)

Something Sweet (Sugar daddy!MGG x Sugar baby Fem!reader)

ANGST/LIL SAD 🥀

It Would Have Been Fun (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Missing in Action (Aaron Hotchner Fic)

BLURBS 🌼

Thanksgiving blurb (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Teen Wolf/Shameless MasterList

Stiles Stilinski:

Drive You Home?

Just A Silly Crush

Failed

Nothing

Pleading For Mercy

The Sound Of Your Voice

First Time

I Just Wanted To Help

A Little Stuck

I Had To

It Was You

Oh, Thank God!

You Do Look Hot

Married Couple

Coming Back

All of This, Just for You

Yeah

Kept Hidden

He Won’t Mind

Hangover

Never Ending Memory

All Your Fault

Hesitant

Not At All

Didn’t Mind

Been There For You

Think (with Void Stiles)

Bound To Happen

Nor Will It Ever

Terrible At Keeping Secrets

Assurance

I’ll Hold You Until You’re Ready

Void Stiles:

My Time

A Craving

Sinister

Kinda Messed Up

Chaotic

Scott McCall:

Watching Over You

Unable To

Take Me Home

Practice Jersey

Reciting The Textbook

I Never Was

Revealing Myself

Fade Away

Nothing Else

With Your Permission

I Always Have

What You’ve Endured

Isaac Lahey:

Wasn’t Sure

Anchor

Long Enough

I Could Never

Two Beta’s And Their Alpha’s

Probably

But You Loved It

All For Me?

It’s Too Late

The Truth

Making Sure

Every Step of the Way

Never Wavering

Deal

It’s A Date

Defensive

Support

Me

We Thought It Was Obvious

Maybe Not

As Long As

Yourself

Okay (fuckboy au)

Wanted To Be Him

Late Night Confessions

No Longer

Want

For Beacon Hills

Derek Hale:

Stumbling Through

You Do Now

A Long Time

Accident In The Kitchen

Breaking The Law

Never Disappointed

To The Loft

Saved Your Butts

Faint

Liam Dunbar:

Now Is Not The Time

Just Fine

Heart of Gold

Helpless

Totally Worth It

A Little

Is This Really The Time?

Deep Gash

Doesn’t Change Anything

But..?

All Along

Good Enough Reason

Hadn’t Known

Dramatic

No Matter What

Ones Promised

Courage To Tell The Truth

Theo Raeken:

Ended Up Becoming More

Without Hesitation

Stay With Me, Okay?

Mixed Emotions

I’m Pretty Sure

Three In The Morning

Sincerity

I Slipped

Idealistic

Secrecy

Never Stopped

Actors:

Dylan O’Brien:

Lounging

Daniel Sharman:

Better?

Shameless:

Lip Gallagher:

Something Else

Smitten

Always Gonna Be There (platonic)

Unbelievably, Uncontrollably and Undeniably

More Than Enough

A Place

Poor Excuse

Rest Assured

You’re Fucking Oblivious

Ian Gallagher:

Just One Moment (platonic)

Carl Gallagher:

Kissing Training Wheels

My Hero

Thanks To You

In The End

Distaste

2020/04/19

Damon Salvatore Masterlist

Gif credits

My full masterlist: My Babies

Smut:

Road Trip Tease – Damon takes you on a nice road trip full of teasing.

I Have You – AU, where Damon (human) is in highschool and finally notices the tiny you.

Take It All Out – Damon goes mad and takes it all out on you.

Baby Daddy – Damon being turned into human for a day.

Impatient  – Stefan walking in on Damon and reader during Damon’s Birthday

Piece of Cake – Baking with Damon

You Are Home – (angsty, fluffy) Damon finding his home but there’s never a happy ending

I Can Hear You – You catch Damon Masturbating in the bathroom

Revenge Served Hot – (fluffy) Damon and you had an argument resulting you to wearing lingerie around the house to mess with him

Too Long – Damon finds you moaning his name after he’s been gone

Red Riding Hood – Your are the grown up red riding hood.

Be With Me – Damon cannot bear the thought of you with Lucien (Lucien x Reader as well)

Foggy – steamy shower with Damon

All Is Forgiven – (angsty, fluffy) You and Damon fought and you walked out.

Sex You – strip teasing for Damon

Through the Phone – phone sex with Damon

Prom – Damon convinces you to go to Prom and you two get a bit flustered

Happy New Year! – Damon and you have sex on new year’s eve night (this has Steroline)

Need Any Help – (fluffy) plus sized!reader x Damon where reader is caught pleasing herself by Damon himself.

Taste of Immortality – (fluffy) You grew up with the Salvatores and falling for Damon

Frisky – Human!Damon 1864!Damon I mean what else can I say?

Baby It’s Cold Outside – sex in front of the fireplace

This Isn’t About Me – Birthday smut ;)

Please, Professor – Au!Damon and you break the sexual tension with professor

Let’s… Party? – Sexual tension during a party so you do it in an empty room

Stop It – Damon touching you in public so you gotta home and yeah

Passing Time – Damon distracting you as you studied

Finders Keepers – Damon being your first

Intertwined – Au!-ish Damon being tall and reader being small and might get lost in big crowds

Me, You Dick – t’s a long as story where reader is a necromancer and the last part’s pretty much the smut lol

Moving On – when Elena died, things just changed for the ‘mystic gang’ and the reader

It Has Always Been You – Damon just wanted to take his mind of off the doppelgängers [first smut posted]

Fluff:

Being Helpful – Damon helps reader with transitioning

I Will Always Protect You  – Shy reader being liked by Klaus and dating Damon and Damon being protective over her.

Wars – (angsty) Damon meeting you during the War and your future with him.

I’ll Get You – Damon wins you over by being sweet

A Reason – You come back to Mystic Falls to see everyone gone but Damon.

Tortured – (angsty) Julian tortures you and turns you before Damon can save you

Happy Valentine’s Day – (fluff, implied smut) Spending Valentine’s Day with Damon

The Art of Persuasion – (fluff) you’re playing hard to get when you met him

Our Forever – (fluff) Spending forever with Damon

Series:

Extracurricular Activities – Your sexual rendezvous with your boyfriend, Damon, in school premises or what not

Class Work – (smut)

Homework – (smut)

Keep Quiet, Please – (smut) 

Cheer Practice – (smut)

Little Damon – (fluff) Damon and your baby together

Little Damon.. Number Two? – (fluff)

Distracted – (smut) hunter!reader x Damon where she distracts Damon

Behave (Distracted Part Two) – (smut) Damon meets reader’s family, this is a crossover ;)

I’ll Make Love To You – (smut) You have a nightmare and you have your first with him

I’ll Make Love To You (Part Two) – (smut) hide and seek and car sex

I’ll Make Love To You (Part Three) – (smut) first time face sitting

I’ll Make Love To You (Part Four) – (smut) Damon massages you

Caught – (smut) You caught him pleasing himself

Caught (Part Two) – (smut) angry sex

Caught (Part Three) – (smut) drunk sex

Imagines: 

Jealous You

My Princess

Jealousy

Beautiful Sound

Eavesdropping

Can I Have This Dance

The Birds and The Bees

Mixing It Up

Meet My Boyfriend

Right Away

Revealed

Anger Management

Pet Names

Your Aid

Eye Trick

Morning and Nights (Damon x Reader) and (Dean x Reader) not related at all.

Unlikely

It’s On

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Ari Levinson being a beautiful morning sight.

Hi Fellas!

I was scrolling on Tiktok and found this masterpiece ⬇️

Aaaaand...

I thought about, how delightful it would be, to write down one shots inspired by "Lolita" (the book written by Vladimir Nabokov) for our actors with daddy-energy

Basically, one shots about how he develops a sort of crush/attraction to the reader being significantly younger then him (not under 18, that would be illegal girls, gay and theys)

Also, I'd like to include other actor who aren't in the video

(like Oscar Isaac, Adam Driver, Benedict Cumberbatch exc...)

I wanted to know if you would be interested in this

It would be the first time for me to write on here, but, I mean... There's always a first time, so...

Just let me know✌️

(I leave you the song here if you want to hear it ⬇️)

baby, but you.

summary. | He hopes you can feel it, because nobody else can heal it but you. Baby, but you.

warnings. | smut, hate fucking (ish), enemies to lover, slight angst, birthdays, degradation, praise, spitting, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, yearning, crushing, riding, couch sex, breeding, possessiveness, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI AND DO NOT REPOST MY STORIES.

word count. | 3.6k

pairings. | Bucky Barnes x Reader.

a/n. | happy birthday @asadmarveltrashbag ilysm!!! thank you so much for being there for me since like day one, for being such a good role model and for just being amazing. thank you so much for listening to me rant and giving me advice, i’m so grateful for you. i hope your birthday is amazing today, i love you so much!! don’t forget to reblog! if you take ANY inspiration from my fics (and i’ll know, trust me) and you don’t give credit, you will be blocked and i’ll let others know.

He stands afar from you. A cold, calculated stare that you’re almost tempted to challenge with your killer one. There are only about two and a half meters of space separating you two, and even that’s not enough. You’re like a cat and a dog, constantly fighting about God knows what. Sometimes it’s the stupidest of things; other times, it’s the most reasonable. Either he has the television on too loud, or you come home too late. The other neighbours… Well, frankly, they don’t live here anymore.

It’s because they can’t handle his screaming when he has nightmares. You scoffed when you first heard it from your landlord, finding it absolutely insane that nobody is used to the sounds of a nightmare. As if they’re any better. You handle it like a champion, simply just putting on earbuds and your favourite songs at the lowest volume until you fall asleep. You almost feel bad for him when you see him with deep bags under his eyes.

But one short, snarky remark from him has the sympathy in you draining. Almost like the way his hands are the palest colour ever, and his skin doesn’t have the redness it should have. Almost as if the colours on a painting have been scraped off. You shouldn’t be noticing these things, really, but you just can’t help it. He’s almost a shell of the man he once was, at least in his words, but you believe that with some care (not from your hands, ew), he’ll be back to normal.

He shouldn’t notice the way you sigh every time you get home. The way you drag yourself through the carpeted hallway, out from the metal box that Bucky doesn’t trust. He doesn’t charge anything that has to do with heights, so that’s why he’s settled for the second floor. The drop in his stomach brings back so many memories that he can’t bear to remember.

Sometimes, he picks up the rumble of your stomach that he knows you’re embarrassed about, only because when it happens, you become the most fearful sailor to ever cross the shore. You always arrive right before Bucky falls asleep, leaving him at peace. ...No, no, no. It’s not like that. He totally doesn’t wait up until you come home safely before he can actually fall asleep so he can have a sense of calm. No, that’s absurd. Another absurd thing is the ungodly hour that you arrive home.

“Listen, you’re the one who bumped into me, okay? Let’s just leave it at that,” you huff, swinging your keychain between your fingers. Your digits are so soft, only ever coarse when you touch the skin between them. His hands, however, are almost the opposite. They’re rough and dry, but the crevices are a bit damp with sweat from pure nervousness. “No, no, you bumped into me, and we’re going to leave it at that, okay? Okay,” he nods, even though he’s talking to you.

“No, you bumped into me, and that’s that. Goodbye, Mr. Barnes,” you finish, throwing your bag over your shoulder and stomping down the hallways. You don’t look back once, simply just strutting your way to that darned elevator that you loathe. Suddenly, a hand wraps around your arm and turns you around. “I didn’t say you could go; we’re not done until I say we’re done,” he growls, gripping your arm tight enough to have you whimpering.

“No, fuck you. I’m tired of constantly listening to you bitch and moan about things that aren’t even my fault. God, it’s like you’re twenty fucking years old with no maturity, it’s fucking pathetic,” you spit, trying to yank your arm away. But compared to a supersoldier, your strength is equal to a cool spring breeze hitting a concrete building—basically nothing. Bucky’s chest heaves, and for a moment, you’re scared.

But even though he has a temper, he could never hurt you. He’s not the Winter Soldier; you’re sure of it.

His jaw clenches, and you stare at him intensely. Work is long forgotten, just like the fact that today is your birthday. That nervous, jittery feeling that would pool in the pits of your soul isn’t there. You wonder if it’s because you’re all grown up now, or maybe it’s because you’ve been so busy that your birthday seems like any other day in your eyes. Your eyes fall to his lips, almost on instinct. They’re pink and plump, slightly damp from the wetness on his tongue.

He gently pushes you inside his home, and you stumble back in shock. “I have to go to work–” you start, but he cuts you off. “I don’t give a shit. I need to teach you a lesson,” he snaps, pulling off his leather jacket. It has blue hues to it, sometimes grey if shone under the correct lighting. It’s overall black, suiting that dark soul of his that some people claim he has. You keep your mouth shut, clutching onto the strap of your backpack that rests on your right shoulder.

Suddenly, that fiery haze of yours has faded out, and you just watch him dumbfounded. Your jaw is slightly slack, but your eyes aren’t bulging out. Bucky pulls off the unusual leather gloves that always seemed to be a little too big on him. The space between his fingers and the cloth is always too much, and you even contemplated ‘accidentally’ giving him a new, better-fitting pair.

They flop onto the floor with an almost laughable sound, but you know you shouldn’t even dare to crack a smile. “Always going on and on about something. You just need to be shut up for once, don’t you?” Bucky questions, snapping his head towards you. “N- No…” you whisper, looking down to the ground. Suddenly, you prefer looking at wood floors to handsome men such as Bucky.

“Oh… Right, I forgot. You don’t know what’s good for you, that’s why you go to work and come home so late in the night. Bet you don’t have any time to fuck around with those pathetic twenty-year-old douchebags. That’s why you touch that little pussy of yours before you head to work, right?” he questions, and you gulp thickly.

Did he really hear it all?

“Please, I heard the way you finger fuck yourself in the shower all the way here. You really need to learn how to properly lock your door. You’re lucky those old ladies were here when I heard you, or else I would’ve come all the way over there and taught you a real good lesson,” he snaps, and you genuinely feel like doubting every little thing you do. “And you know what’s so funny, doll? I even hear the way you moan my name when you’re about to come,” he whispers, standing so close to you, and you wonder how he even managed to get here.

Your faces are inches away, His warm breath fans against your skin, and Bucky can feel the nervousness seeping through your pores. “Need a refresher? Or are you just going to stay quiet?” he questions, raising his eyebrows. He has a stupid smile on his face, and you’re not sure whether you want to kiss him or slap him. Both seem very appealing, but God, that devil on your shoulder always did have a loud voice.

Your bag joins his gloves on the floor, and you tilt your head upwards to kiss him. Your lips slowly slot against his, the taste of stale coffee immediately fills your mouth as Bucky shoves his tongue past your lips. He cups the side on your face, and your hands remain bent in the air. You don’t know what to do with yourself, so you place them on his shoulders, hoping for the best. He tenses up for a bit, and you start to pull away.

He doesn’t let you go too far. His hands keep you near him, and he stares into your eyes. Blue, blown-out orbs give Bucky an even darker look, and you’re practically sailing the same ship. “Don’t… Don’t go,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. “I won’t, but-” you begin, but he cuts you off with an open-mouthed kiss. It’s so rough, so passionate. Teeth and tongues clash at each other, and you whimper against him as his hands move from your face.

They run down your body before gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him. His front presses against yours, and you can feel his defined muscles through that black t-shirt of his. You wrap your arms around his neck, such a simple act and yet he’s swooning like the lovesick fool he is. No, no, no, he’s not lovesick, and he’s not swooning. He’s just wanting, and that is all, just like you are.

You roll your hips for friction, desperate for something. The faint feeling of Bucky’s hard cock sends shivers down your spine, and you just know he’s huge. He could probably split you in two if he really wants to, and maybe it’s what you want as well. God, just the mental image of his cock sliding in and out of you is so pleasurable. Wetness soaks your panties, and you moan into his mouth.

“Say ‘ah,’ slut,” he mumbles before pulling away from the kiss again. You quickly do so and watch as Bucky puckers his bruised, red lips. You’re not sure what to expect; a stupid, silly kiss or something else. Your tongue is stretched out inside your mouth, and you wait for him as your chest rises and falls. Your eyes watch him as he spits into your mouth, a wad of spit dripping onto your tongue and your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets.

You quickly swallow it as if it’s some sort of antidote to an incurable disease. “Oh, you’re such a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you? I bet you’d let me do anything to you, right? Let me fuck you silly, throw you around, treat you like the spoiled brat you are,” Bucky growls with a fierce smirk on his stupidly gorgeous face. Sculpted by the Gods themselves, you wonder why the world has been so mean to him.

No, no, no, you don’t. You’re just desperate and needy.

“You really are stupid, and I haven’t even touched that little pussy of yours yet, and you can’t even answer a simple li’l question,” Bucky says out loud, expressing pure shame and disgrace. You shake your head before placing your hands back on his hard, defined chest. There’s a specific spot on his chest where the fabric is too sheer. You can see the way his soft hair has been shaved down to a mere stubble, and you wonder what he’d look like if it was grown out.

“I- I’m a dirty girl, I’d let you do anything to me, James,” you whisper to him, looking up at him with unintentional doe eyes. “I know, baby, I know,” he smirks before pushing you backwards. You expect to collide with the wooden floors harshly and startle the downstairs residents, or maybe even on a carpet that would try to break your fall but would end up failing.

You don’t expect to fall back onto a soft, cushioned couch. It’s more so an armchair that is a greyish-blue colour, one that you’d see and Ikea and want so bad, but you’d quickly change your mind once you see the whopping price it’s set at. Bucky towers over you, and you tilt your head up, still watching has the features of his face twitch a bit. His hands run down to your thighs, smoothing over the fabric of your jeans before his nimble yet strong, thick fingers reach to the button and zipper.

He makes quick work of stripping your clothes off for you, and you try your hardest to do the same for him. But flying, clashing hands that are oh so desperate can’t really do much. So as he pulls your wet panties down your feet, you hurriedly kick them to the floor. Bucky pulls his shirt over his head, and you’re not sure if you’ve lost it or if time truly has slowed down. You’re able to memorize each freckle, each scar, each mole and each muscle of his upper body.

He’s beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Though everyone has their measly little flaws that can be so bothersome, in your eyes, he has no flaws. “Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he breathlessly tells you, making you struggle to fight the cheerful smile that forces its way onto your face. “You’re pretty too, James,” you tell him, reaching backwards to unclasp your bra.

Now, there’s nothing special about it, really. It’s plain black, and in some areas, it physically pains you, leaving branded marks behind that feel good when you gently run your hands over them. Nonetheless, you look gorgeous with it on. But when it’s on the floor, treated like nothing, you’re even more beautiful. Your slick has stained your inner thighs with stickiness, and your clit throbs with need.

Bucky parts your legs, watching as strings of wetness pull apart from each other. “Fucking hell, is that all because of me, slut? Say it, tell me who you’re so wet for,” he demands, and your breathing hitches. “S’all for you, James, I’m so wet because of you,” you whisper to him, and he smirks devilishly. You clench around nothing but air, desperate for his cock to be inside you. “I want you so bad, James, please fuck me,” you beg to him desperately, and he chuckles.

Bucky goes to start taking off his pants, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper that sometimes gets caught onto the fabric of his boxers a little too much. The black fabric slips off his skin like an extra layer of skin, and the sight of his hard cock beneath his briefs is so sexy. You let out a shaky breath, and you can just see how fucking huge he is. Impossibly long with a thickness that’ll leave you limping for at least a week or two.

“You know what’s so fucking hilarious, baby? Just moments ago, you were cursing me out, fuming at me and calling me pathetic, but look at you; you’re the pathetic one here. Practically drooling for my cock, so needy as soon as I put my hands on you,” Bucky scoffs, and you know he’s so right. He pulls down his boxers, and you watch as his cock springs out, slapping his lower abdomen and near his pretty Adonis bone.

He roughly pulls you up and sits down on the couch before dragging you onto his lap. You straddle the sides of his thick thighs, and his big cock presses right next to your pussy, between your legs. Beads of precum drip down the shaft of his cock, and some of it even sticks to your skin. “You want my cock, baby? Well, go ahead, you can have it,” he tells you, resting his hands on your hips.

You exhale nervously, knowing that his cock is gonna stretch you out so much, it’ll be borderline painful and pleasurable. You lift your hips up a bit, and Bucky’s hand grasps the base of his cock. He’s sticky and pulsating, a raging red that is almost purple if you squint your eyes enough. He drags it from your swollen little pearl all the way down to your drooling hole. The mild friction is absolutely amazing, making you moan softly.

Bucky shudders as he slowly pushes the tip of his cock inside of you. He almost wants to tease you so badly, make you beg for it until you’re sobbing and going all ditzy for him. But he’s not all the mean, and he can’t possibly be so cruel to the birthday girl. In one swift motion, Bucky pulls you down onto his cock, burying himself inside of you. You toss your head back and cry out as he stretches you painfully. The wet squelching pounds of your pussy are loud, but your moans are much louder.

He curses and bites down on his bottom lip, falling in love with the way your pussy hugs him tightly and the velvet feeling of your walls. No, no, no, he is not falling in love. He’s just desperate, that’s all. It takes you both a few seconds to adjust, and the painful stretch dulls down to immense pleasure. You struggle to control your breathing, though, because you’ve never taken anyone or anything as big and him. Months of wanting and needing him have finally come down to this, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

He hopes you can feel it because nobody can heal it but you. Every single day he thinks about you, and his heart hurts. His heart hurts when he watches you leave and come home, it hurts when you both fight, and it hurts when he believes you could never love him. His mind still tells him that, and yet here you are, riding his cock on your birthday. He notices the way your bottom lip wobbles a bit, and he pities you.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby, you’re doing so good. Ride my cock, birthday girl, I know you can do it,” Bucky praises with the most innocent smile ever. You nod your head and slowly begin to rock your hips, moving them up and down his cock. Bucky is torn; he doesn’t know whether he should stare at your pretty face or at where you’re both connected. Your slick coats his cock and leaves it glistening, and he watches as it disappears and reappears over and over.

His hand returns back onto your hips, and he gently guides you up and down his cock. Your pained whimpers soon turn to loud, slutty, desperate moans, and Bucky begins to fuck up into your cunt, meeting you at every thrust. “Fuck, yeah, that’s my good girl. Riding my cock so fucking good,” Bucky coos, and you can’t help but giggle. Warmth fills your chest, and pleasure blooms immensely in your core, and it’s the exact same for Bucky.

His balls slap against your ass, and his cock drives in and out of you. You ride him at a quicker pace, moaning loudly, and he nudges against your sweet spot. “You look so fucking sexy riding my cock, baby. Could watch you forever an’ ever,” Bucky purrs, gripping your hips even tighter. Electricity crackles up your spine, almost like a burning wire in a destroyed fuse box. Everything is so sensitive, and the searing pleasure builds up inside the two of you.

Beads of sweat drip down your neck, and it is the same for Bucky. His skin shines just like his cock does, and the veins on the side of it throb with every movement. The wet noises and the sound of skin on skin fills the room almost impressively. The neighbours would’ve already filed noise complaints if they still lived here, but they don’t. So Bucky’ll fuck your brains out until you can’t make a sound.

“Fuck, you’re close, aren’t you? Can feel the way that nice little cunt is squeezin’ my cock,” he groans, staring up at you with his jaw slightly slacked. Your eyes have glazed over, and you stare at Bucky’s face. You ride him using his dick for all your needs and wants. It’s just like you’ve imagined, even down to the pleasure you’re feeling. “Mhm, gonna come all over your big cock,” you whimper at a specific thrust.

And he’s close too. Though the serum should make him last longer, your pussy just defies those rules. He fucks into you faster and rougher, and your legs have turned to jelly. You collapse onto his chest and let him pound your pussy into oblivion. Bucky’s chest rumbles with a chain of moan and curses, and you look up at him. His metal arm is icy cold, just like his eyes. But his orbs are darker than regular ice. They resemble black ice more than anything.

The elastic band in your stomach twists up tightly until it can’t do anything but snap. And so it does. The dam breaks, and you’re suddenly coming around Bucky’s cock. Your cum coats his cock and drips down his balls as your body seizes up. Your jaw falls open, and your eyes roll back while you moan loudly. “Fuck, you look so pretty when you come,” Bucky breathes, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck.

You cry out loudly as Bucky sloppily fucks you through your orgasm and chases his own. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, knock you up with my kids. Fuck, you’d look so hot with a bump, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of your body,” he moans deeply, feeling his balls tighten up. He tosses his head back and curses, hitting his release. Ropes of cum shoot inside your cunt, painting your walls and even leaking out a bit. Somewhere, deep down inside Bucky, he truly hopes it sticks.

He moans loudly as his hips give a few shallow thrusts, prolonging his orgasm. You both sigh, slick with sweat and other bodily fluids that neither of you cares about. “Happy birthday…” Bucky whispers, pressing a kiss on the side of your head. “T- Thank you… How’d you know, though?” you question, even though his cock is still inside you. “Just did… Listen, I’m sorry–” he starts, but you cut him off. “Shh, I don’t care about anything but you, baby,” you tell him, whispering gently.

“Baby, but you.”