Obsessed

Obsessed

Summary: Head canon of Draco having a tit kink.

Warnings: Smut. Tit kink, titty fucking, nipple play, tit sucking, just tits.

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Draco with a tit kink:->

Draco Malfoy is a tit guy, always has and always will be, even though he loves every part of you equally, boobs come first.

He loves the feel of them in his hands, soft and smooth. How they fit perfectly in his hands.

Sometimes you would have your back turned and he'd come behind you and just give them a rough squeeze.

They're almost like his stress ball, you would often find his hand tucked beneath your shirt, massaging and kneading your breasts, rolling and pinching the nipples inbetween his fingers.

Him randomly pulling your shirt up and your bra down to suck on your tits.

He loves seeing them painted with dark blue and purple hues, that he made and his hand print on them from slapping your breasts.

The way he would accompany each one of his sucks and licks with the thrust of his hips.

Let's be honest, he has ruined almost every one your bras, just because he was too impatient to unclasp it.

Nothing is more satisfactory than seeing them fall out of their restraints.

But he is thankful for the fact that you don't wear bras at night, so he can just play with them anytime he wants during the night.

Uses your boobs as a pillow.

No matter the position he will always play with them.

Missionary: Just bend down and suck on your nipples and bite the soft skin of your tender breasts. Squeezing them and also slapping them as he pounds your pussy.

Cowgirl: Fucking loves to see them bounce up and down as you ride him. Fucking your tits with his mouth and hands.

Doggy style: Will use your boobs as support and knead them as he would slam his cock into you from behind.

Also is addicted to seeing his cum spread over them.

"Where does my baby, want my cum?" He said as his thrusts became sloppy inside of you, "On my tits, daddy" you reply. Draco let out a loud moan, instantly pulling out, stroking his cock hard and fast and spilling his cum all over your chest.

Or him face fucking you.

"Fucking, cock slut. Sucking me off so well" Draco groaned as the bobbing of your head got faster, flicking your wrist and hollowing your cheeks more. "Want me paint your tits with my cum?" Draco panted as he thrust his hips into your mouth. Pulling your mouth off him, ropes of hot thick cum would land on them. His cum dripping down from your boobs to your stomach.

He just can't go by more than a week without fucking them.

To him nothing his better than the feel of your beautiful tender breasts squeezing his cock.

"Yes, that's it. Atta girl. Keep doing that. Keep fucking my cock on your chest"

The tip of his cock constantly hitting your chin as he bucked his hips, fucking his cock in the space between your boobs as you held them together with your hands, looking up at him with doe-eyes. "Fuck, gonna cum all over your pretty little tits"

In conclusion, Draco Malfoy is obsessed with your tits.

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possessive (b.barnes)

pairing: soft!dark!bucky x fem!reader

fandom: marvel - masterlist here!!

summary: bucky doesn’t share, especially when it comes to you.

word count: 1100

warnings: manipulation, gaslighting, sub!reader (bordering on little but no regression), reader calls bucky daddy, bucky is a prick but also soft

You’ve never been in a more devoted relationship than the one you share with Bucky; sure, you know it’s intense and maybe a little wrong how possessive he is over you, but how could you ever care when he treats you so well? He gives you anything you could possibly want, showering you with affection at all hours of the day and spoiling you with gifts. Not to mention how pleasing he is to look at - six foot five of thick muscle carved by the gods themselves, yet still so caring and gentle. Really, could you have found a better man?

He’s so devoted, in fact, it doesn’t even occur to you when he’s cancelling plans on your behalf and distracting you every time you try to leave the house; not until your friends are complaining that they haven’t seen you in the longest time. He neglects his own friends, always saying that he doesn’t want to even look at anyone but you. You don’t realise the lengths he’ll go to to keep you trapped in his little bubble, locked away from the outside world. Keeping you where it’s just you and him. Forever.

So when you’re all dolled up and ready for a girls’ night with Natasha and Wanda, you know Bucky has an excuse on the tip of his tongue. Unfortunately for him, you’re riled up and already prepared for an argument.

“Bunny…” he calls as you saunter past the bedroom door in search of your favourite pair of heels.

“What, baby?” you answer, fluffing up your hair and making sure your pale lipstick and mascara are pristine. He pads into the bathroom behind you, surprisingly light on his feet for such a huge person, and snakes his arms around your waist, pressing his chest flush to your back. His chin rests in the dip of your shoulder and he kisses your neck, purposely pressing his growing hard-on into your back. The sight of you in the mirror - short black dress hugging every curve and ridge on your body just right, smokey eye makeup accentuating your features and hair styled and billowing around your face - is enough to drive him insane and want to take you over the sink right then and there.

“Bucky, no,” you scold, elbowing him and sliding out of his grip, “You got yourself all worked up on purpose so that I wouldn’t go. Take care of yourself.” Your voice is determined, a steel and grit behind it that he hasn’t heard from you before. He needs to up his game.

“Bun, please,” he moans, “Can’t do it by myself. I need you, angel. Please.”

His breathy whines catch you off guard; Bucky, your towering, terrifying boyfriend that brings grown men to tears, is begging you. He uses your surprise to his advantage, forcing his lips on yours and muffling your protests. By the time you wrench yourself away, your resolve is crumbling and Natasha and Wanda are almost forgotten.

Almost.

“You can’t do this every time I want to do something fun,” you huff, pushing at his chest indignantly, “‘s not fair, I’m not gonna have any friends left.”

“You have me, don’t you? Or am I not enough for you anymore? You don’t want me anymore, hm?” He pouts, actually pouts, crossing his arms and turning his back to you.

“Bucky, you know that’s not what I meant,” you object, already stepping towards him.

“It’s fine baby, go out. See if I care,” he spits with as much venom as he can muster, the quivering of your bottom lip enough to make his chest ache. This is for your own good, he reminds himself.

“Wait, daddy-,” you whimper, reaching for him again. Your retreat into subspace means he’s already won and he knows that. He smirks to himself, hardening his expression before turning back to face you.

“What are you still doing gaping at me like an idiot, hm? Fuck off, brat.”

Tears well behind your waterline and you grab for him again, only for him to move out of your grasp.

“Stop it,” you murmur quietly, the tears silently spilling over and down your cheeks, “You’re being mean.”

“I am,” he assents, “Because you’re being an entitled brat and you hurt my feelings.” He advances on you slowly. “You think they love you like I do? Huh? No one will ever love you as much as I do!”

“‘m sorry, daddy,” you babble desperately, grabbing his black henley in your fist, “I don’t wanna go, wanna stay here with you.”

“Really?” He cocks an eyebrow skeptically as you cling to his towering frame, crying into his chest; he makes no move to reciprocate, knowing exactly which buttons to press to keep you needing him. To keep you attached and obedient. You’re his and his only and you should know that by now.

“Please, daddy. Don’t be mad. Don’t need anyone but you.” Your voice is muffled through his shirt and your makeup is already ruined, streaks of nude pink lipstick and black mascara smeared down your face. Bucky coos, lifting your chin and forcing you to look at him.

“There’s my good girl,” he praises, thumbing your cheek and spreading more makeup along it, “Where’s my good girl been? Thought I lost you, poppet.”

“I’m sorry,” you sob, guilt gnawing at your chest as he finally hugs you back, “Don’t leave me.” You hear yourself begging and at any other time you’d be mortified. But you’re so deep into your subspace that the only thing your fuzzy, dazed brain wants is daddy.

“Never, bunny. Daddy forgives you, okay? I’m just sad ‘s all.” His brows furrow, and he knows it's cruel to make you feel so awful for something that’s not your fault, but he can’t help but push you to the edge.

“Daddy, wanna make you feel better,” you sniffle, pawing at his chest, “Please, ‘m sorry for bein’ so bad. I feel so stupid.”

“Shh, none of that,” he croons, kissing your forehead; you relish in the feeling of him so close to you, his warmth and familiar scent making you dizzy. You wrap your arms around him; your head only reaches the bottom of his chest but still you press yourself further until you’re hanging off of him. He chuckles, hoisting you into his arms and bouncing you lightly, rasping a low “clever girl” into your ear.

“Love you, daddy. I’m sorry,” you cry.

“Love you too, poppet,” He soothes you with quiet words and touches until you’re pliant in his hold, gazing up at him with so much love and affection. You don’t even realise he’s manipulating you. And he has you right where he wants you.

Dangerous game

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Summary: Following Bucky’s orders was never your strong suit. But when you sneak out when there’s a threat, you learn that sometimes it’s best to listen.

Warnings: pet names [princess], a smidge of angst, a bit of fluff, smut; mention of non-con (not by Bucky), unprotected sex, allusion to oral (f recieving). THIS BLOG IS 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Author's note: because I can’t seem to focus on one thing at once I finally got around to finishing this. This was born from the gif because damn he looks so good. (word count: 1.9k)

"You're playing a dangerous game, princess," Bucky growls into the phone. 

"Yeah? Well it's a shame you're going to lose then isn't it?" You counter, rolling your eyes at your friend who can’t stop giggling. 

You know it isn’t the smartest of ideas sneaking out when Bucky has specifically told you to stay in tonight but at this point, you were finding it hard to care. Being cooped up for the past week was driving you crazy. You’d grown up with empty threats your whole life thanks to your father, the majority of your childhood and teenage years were sheltered and you’d be damned if you let your twenties go the same way.

“Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you and we can put this behind us,” Bucky grits through his teeth.

You can picture him right now, jaw clenching deliciously as he tries his best to stay calm. Riling him up is your favourite game to play.

You wink at your friend before giving Bucky your final words, “eat me, Barnes.”

You end the call, throwing your phone back into your purse before linking arms with your friend and heading inside the crowded club. 

After a couple of drinks any underlying guilt you felt at sneaking out had dissipated. You let the beat of the music take over as you danced with your friend, easily catching the eyes of some men across the room. You grind playfully back into your friend, throwing a wink at the cute guy who couldn’t take his eyes of you, only breaking eye contact to turn to your friend.

“I’m going to head to the bathroom, I’ll be right back!” you shout over the music before heading off the dancefloor. 

You were so used to having a bodyguard with you, you hadn’t even thought to keep aware of your surroundings. It isn’t until you’re dragged into a dimly lit storage room that you realise the position you’ve put yourself in. 

“You’re a hard little thing to get alone,” a voice growls in your ear, your front pressed harshly against the wall, your hands in a tight grip behind your back.

“Get off of me,” you shout, struggling in the man's grip.

The chuckle he lets out has your stomach churning in fear, “you’re a feisty little one, I like that.”

Your panic only grows as you feel him press into you harder, feeling his erection against your ass, it only has you struggling more. 

He whips you around so quickly it has your head spinning, one hand grips your wrists, pinning them above your head as the other takes a tight hold of your jaw. 

The smell of cigarettes on his breath has you gagging as he speaks, “now, my boss doesn’t care what state I deliver you in, as long as you’re alive, so I'd suggest you behave.”

Your eyes widen as you stop struggling to get out of his hold.

“Not as stupid as you look are you,” he snarls, “you’re a pretty little thing though, might just have to have some fun anyway.”

Fear surges throughout your body. You know you can’t overpower him but you refuse to just accept what’s about to happen. 

In a last effort of defiance you spit in his face, “fuck you!”

The smirk that stretches his chapped lips is nothing short of evil, “oh I plan to.”

You scrunch your eyes shut as he leans in, the feel of his tongue against your cheek has a broken sob escaping you. But, as soon as you feel him pressed against you he’s gone.

Without his body to keep you upright you slide down the wall to the floor, hugging your knees tightly as you keep your eyes tightly closed. 

You can hear commotion until it all goes quiet. Yet you’re too shaken to open your eyes. 

“Princess, it’s okay.”

At the sound of Bucky’s voice your eyes shoot open. The man that had grabbed you is laid unconscious in a heap by the opposite wall and Bucky is crouched in front of you, his eyes wildly scanning over you. 

Without a second thought you fling yourself into his arms, your tears finally escaping as your body shakes with the force of your cries. 

“Shh, you’re okay, I’ve got you. You’re okay,” you hear Bucky’s voice whisper to you softly, his hand soothing up and down your back. You grip onto him tighter, the leather of his jacket scrunching in your fists as he lifts you gently and carries you from the room.

By the time he has you in the back of the car your crying has stopped and a quietness settles over you both. Without looking you know his eyes are constantly flicking to look at you in the rear view mirror. 

It’s not until he’s gotten you home and into your room that you finally speak.

“I’m sorry.”

You can tell he wasn’t expecting that, his eyes widening slightly as he sighs, running his hand down his face.

“This shit is exactly why I need you to listen to me,” he says slowly, you’re not sure if it’s to keep from scaring you or to keep his anger in check. 

“I know,” you whisper.

“I’m not trying to clip your wings here, princess,” he sighs, sitting next to you on your bed, “but when I say there’s a threat, it means there’s a threat.”

“You don’t have to pretend to care about me, I know it’s your job you care about,” you snap. Your shock and fear slowly morphing into anger and embarrassment at the situation. 

His breathy chuckle surprises you almost as much as his next words, “you clearly haven’t been paying attention, princess,” he murmurs, cupping your cheeks in his large hands as he guides you to look at him.

You’re so used to seeing Bucky with a frown on his face - let’s face it, you don’t make his life easy - that the softness he’s levelling you with now is hard to digest. 

“You’ve got me all wrong if you think I don't care about you.”

Your eyes widen at his admission, your heart pounding in your chest for a whole new reason. You can’t help as your eyes flick from his eyes to his lips, your tongue dampening your own in the process. Bucky’s eyes watch the movement and his eyes seem to darken. 

The two of you move almost in sync as your lips press together. He holds you with such a delicate touch, as if afraid you’ll break, and as much as you appreciate it, it’s not what you need right now. 

You make the move to straddle his thighs, your hands tangling in his hair as you press your lips harder against him - hoping he’d get what you need. Yet, his hands rest gently on your hips. 

Pulling back breathlessly you rest your forehead against his, “please make me forget, Bucky.”

He pulls back from you slightly, tucking your hair behind your ear, “princess, are you sure about this?”

You nod meekly, “I don’t want to feel his touch on me.”

Those are all the words Bucky needs to hear before he’s flipping you onto your back swiftly. His lips descending on yours in a passionate kiss as he slots himself between your thighs. The short dress you’re wearing settles around your hips but you don’t have it in you to feel shy as his lips scorch a path down your throat. 

“Fuck, princess, thought about this moment for so long,” he grunts, his fingers trailing up your bare thigh before pressing down on the front of your silk panties.

Your back arches at the contact as you tug on his hair to pull his lips back to yours. 

Bucky rubs you over your panties, swallowing the small whimpers coming from you.

“Please Bucky, need you,” you sob.

“Yeah, want my fingers, princess?” he teases, pulling your soaked panties to the side and groaning at how wet you are.

“Want your cock,” you plead, too wound up to feel embarrassed by how needy you sound, “please fuck me.”

You clench around nothing at the growl he lets out as he sits up quickly. He shrugs his leather jacket off, the black t-shirt underneath clinging to his muscular form. You watch as he undoes his belt, not even bothering to take it off before he’s pushing his jeans down just enough to release his hard cock. 

He smirks at the whimper you let out at the sight of him as he leans back over you, resting his weight on his metal arm as he grabs his cock. Your body jolts slightly as he taps the head on your sensitive clit.

“You ready, princess?” he whispers against your lips.

You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling his full weight onto you as you kiss him again, only parting from his lips when you feel him start to push into you. 

The stretch is delicious and you can’t stop the groan that falls from your lips as he slowly pushes into you fully. 

“So fucking tight,” he grunts above you, his breath fanning your neck, sending shivers down your spine. 

The low growl he lets out as he starts pulling back goes straight to your core as you clench around him. You’ve never felt so full, so complete, so safe. 

He pushes back in with a harsh thrust that has your back arching. The pace he sets is rough and fast - just what you need. 

You grip onto his shoulders, holding on as he pushes your body to pleasure you’ve only ever dreamed of. 

“Fuck, yes, right there,” you chant as he hits your spot with each thrust. 

“You like that, princess?” he grunts, his flesh hand wrapping gently around your throat - not enough to restrict your breathing but enough to send your heart soaring. “Gonna have to keep you stuffed with my cock to stop you running off.”

You whimper against his lips, “won’t do it again, I promise.”

“I know you won’t. Can’t lose you, princess.”

He kisses you with a ferocity that has you mind spinning. Your grip on him tightening as you come closer to your end. 

“Shit, Bucky, gonna cum,” you pant.

When his metal digits reach your clit it sets your whole body ablaze. You clench around him like a vice, causing his hips to stutter as he cums with a groan. 

The two of you lay there for a moment. Bucky’s face is tucked in your neck and you can feel his panting breath against your sweat slicked skin. 

“I mean it, you can’t do that again,” Bucky whispers after some time. The vulnerability in his voice has guilt stirring in the pit of your stomach.

You give his hair a gentle tug, hinting at him to look at you. When he does you rest your palm against his cheek, smiling at the way he leans into your touch.

“I promise, I’ll listen. It won’t happen again.”

Seemingly satisfied with your answer he leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss before he sits up between your legs with a smirk, pulling his softening cock from your aching hole. 

“Well, now that you’re taken care of, I have a request to fulfil.”

You watch as he grips your panties, pulling them down your legs before spreading your thighs further, keeping them open with his shoulders.

“Buck, what are you doing?” you ask hesitantly.

He looks at you with a glint in his eye, “I seem to remember you saying ‘eat me, Barnes’.”

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this slice of bodyguard!Bucky ❤️ as always, comments and reblogs are super appreciated ✨❤️

Ownership

Kinktober Index

Summary: You’re gifted as a prize to Draco. You’re his. He owns you and that’s your only purpose. Kinktober - 3.

Warnings: Smut. Dark Themes. Ownership. Sir kink, Breeding kink, Blowjob, Virgin reader. Mentions of the reader being Draco’s property. Possessiveness. Dark!Draco.

Note: Draco’s supposed to be a high ranking death eater in this fic. So keep in mind that it might have some depictions of that. But he’s soft with the reader :’)

a/n: oh to be draco's property </3

NAVIGATION

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“Enjoy her mate. She’s all yours” Theodore Nott is quite enthusiastic in the way he speaks about you. Draco wonders whatever has his him so hyped up. Whether you truly where the winsome angel they claimed you to be.

He gives him a nod, and then clicks open the door.

When his gaze falls upon you, he understands the infatuation. Truly; you were a gift, not just from him friends— but from whatever lies above.

Perfect and his.

You’re kneeling, hands resting on your thighs, head down, dolled up in a black lingerie. A silver bow rests at the base of your throat. And on it was carved D.M.

“Hello bug, have you been waiting for my arrival?”

Only then, do your eyes look up. And you gasp slightly; you’d heard about his attractiveness, but to have him present in front of you, it was entirely ethereal.

He had different shades of grey painted on him. Hair platinum, eyes silver, skin pale. He was much more taller than the last time you’d seen him, and the mass of him now muscular and broad.

Beautiful, like an angel, yet dangerous like a devil.

“Love?”

“I– uh... terribly sorry sir. I have been waiting for you”

He smirks, then swiftly removes his black coat jacket. It hangs over a chair as he then walks off to sit over an armchair. As if it were a throne.

“Come ‘ere darling”

His eyes never once fall from you as you saunter over to him. As soon as you reach him, he grabs you by your waist and pushes you on his lap.

“You know who I am right?” His hands grope and squeeze along your curves, but his face is fixed on yours.

“I do” You murmur softly, fumbling with the fabric of his slacks. You did know who he was— he was the royalty of the wizarding world. The youngest death eater of all time.

You knew who he was— ruthless; cold; dangerous.

Draco tightens his grips on your plump bum, certain to have you bruised and marked.

He’s always been quite possesive but never infatuated “So pretty, and all mine” he deems, brushing his nose along your cheekbone.

“All yours sir”

He was dreaded by all. But here you were in the embrace of Draco Malfoy you’d found sweetness within the bitterness that he was.

He kissed you. Hard possesive kisses that had you gasping for air. It wasn’t a romantic loving kiss— but rather a soul burning one that had your chest hurting.

They trail down to your shoulders; hot wet kisses; his hand wrapping around your throat and his rings caused a shiver to run through you.

“Have you done this before?” He asked, eyebrows arching in question, “Never, sir”

If you thought you’d already seen the darkness that resided within him, you were wrong— his eyes seemed to have turned entirely black.

“Get on your knees blossom, I’ll tell you what to do”

You do that at once, and fall down onto the cold wooden floor. You stare up at him in innocence, waiting for him next move.

He quickly has his hands on his belt, it clicks and ruttles and then his pants are pushed down to his knees. His length already hard in his boxers as you yank them down.

You watered at the sight of him so long, so thick, so gorgeous. “Look at you, already drooling like a dumb baby”

Malfoy grips you by the back of your head. Pushing your face against his length. “Put it in your mouth hmm”

You do exactly that, taking his length down your throat as much as you could without gagging, “That’s it, fuck, now just suck yeah?”

Your mouth wraps around him, suckling lightly before he encourages you to go faster, bobbing your face on his cock more expertly.

He cups your face gently as you take his lenght deeper, swirling your tongue on his base. “There it is, you’re a natural, bunny”

When you look up at him, his face is scrunched up in pleasure, soft grunts escaping his parted lips, but his eyes were wide open and staring down at you.

You bob your head faster, sucking even harder than before, “Fucking hell I’m–” his climax was right on the edge, until he suddenly pulls away before he could that sweet fucking releif.

A whine comes from you as he parts his cock from your mouth, “D–did I do– do it wrong?”

“No bug, just wanna cum inside you”

Draco has you hauled up on his lap before he slams you down on his bed, staring at you with dark avid eyes. He strips down in a hurry, wanting to corrupt you and fuck your innocence out of you.

“Move your panties aside baby, let me see that pretty pussy”

Your hand trails down to your underwear, and then moves them to the side. He groans as he sees your cunt dripping and throbbing— only for him, it will only ever be him.

The head of his cock rubs onto your folds, teasing you until you were whimpering and babbling in need.

He pushed inside slow, cooing in your ear as your hole fluttered around him.

“So perfect, bug” He mused, kissing your tears away as you struggled to take much of him. Shaking in bliss already.

You dug your nails into his back, leaving red bruises as he began to move “Too much sir” you whimpered as he pulled your hips flush against his.

“Can’t take it?” He mocked, kneading your tits through your bra. There was fire in his touch, it had you burning everytime his skin moved with yours.

Slowly, the pace, the act turned into something much more impure. It was rough now, his kisses and his bites on your flesh. His thrusts and his movements.

“Such a good little cunt. I’ll be fucking it everyday goddamn day now, you hear me? You’re mine”

Yours, yours, yours. You said it against him as you kissed his chest and raked your nails across the lines of him and bucked your hips in rhythm with his.

“M’gonna fuck a baby in you alright? And you’re gonna take it like a good girl”

He was pounding into you now. You were crying and sobbing from how fucking good it felt. It was a wonderful feeling. To belong to him. To please him and have him do it back.

He thrust several more times and then you came with a cry, panting and trembling as he lowly hissed and fell apart on top of you. Giving your every last drop of it.

“Mine, you’ll always be mine now”

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TRAINING WHEELS- P.B PARKER

Pairing:  Peter Parker x Innocent!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: peter comes over for another study session, but instead of it being filled with the study of molecules, he studies the way your body reacts to his touch. and his mouth. and his words. 

Warnings: innocence/ corruption kink, fingering, oral (fem reciving), pet names, smut implied, face riding if u squint real hard (thighs= crushing peters head), teasing, peter stealing readers panties bc hes a tease

notes: this is part 2 to my fic playdate, but can be read as a stand alone! based off training wheels by melaine martinez <3

reblogs are highly appreciated!! <3

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— Call me

Pairing: bestfriend!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.1 k

Warnings: talks about a bad date, insecurities, some major flirting, and smut ( masturbation, oral sex, sorta innocence kink... )

Synopsis: After a bad date you decide to call up your good friend Bucky, aka your shoulder to cry on. Bucky hates the reason you called, but he just loves to hear your voice.

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI !!!!!!

Sunshine:

12:05 am

Can I call you?

He sat up looking at the screen with wide eyes like he’d misread the message. He didn’t. You were asking to call him. Of course he agreed in a quick text putting his hands on his face until he felt it vibrate across the covers. The screen read Sunshine and he felt a stupid smile on his face. Unhesitating he laid back against the pillows and put the phone to his ear. “Hey.” He said softly. It was quiet but he heard a sniffle and he immediately felt terrible. “Oh honey, I'm sorry.” From what he understood, you’d gone on another bad date. “It’s not your fault.” You laughed but there was a hint of sadness in there. “What’re you cryin’ for love bug?”

You could’ve died hearing his tired voice over the phone. Where the courage to call came from, you weren’t sure. But you were thankful for it. Bucky was a friend, nothing more, nothing less. You felt like you could confide in him so easily, and he sounded so sweet it nearly sent you into another fit of tears. “Well, I went on date…It went…r-really bad” You explained, trying to maintain a little composure. There was a shifting sound and you anxiously ran your hands over your blanket. “Well…I won’t say I told you so, but…any man with a picture of himself holding any sort of hunting gear is automatically a piece of shit.” He said, clearly referring to the conversation you’d had with him a few days before.

“You don’t know that Bucky! He could be nice! He’s got a nice smile…”

“Babe…He looks like he would rather have sex with his car than a woman.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even though you know he was right. It still hurts though. This happened way too often, and sometimes it left you feeling like you were getting what you deserved. For being so naive to think anyone look at you as more than a sexual object.

“You’re right..” You sighed.

You felt like a damn teenager on the phone with your crush. It felt irredemably stupid but he was entertaining you. His voice was enough to make you forget about any shitty tinder date you ever had. “Yeah?” Something about the tone of his voice had really entertained the worst part of your mind. It was quiet for a second. “I think you should stop looking online…and look around you.” You bit your lip thinking about it for a second. The implication of what he could mean by that went straight to your head. The part of your brain that was specifically reserved for daydreaming about your friend.

“I should. I know I should…but I’m going to end up dying alone at this rate.” He laughed on the other line taking a deep breath. “Babe...Now that’s dramatic. You won’t die alone. I can promise you that. There is someone out there for you and they're just gonna look at you like you hung the stars in the sky..”

His voice sounded different when he said that. Just a little softer than usual, like he was really imagining that scenario. You felt your cheeks heating up and instinctively reached up and rubbed your neck, fighting the urge to scream into your pillow.

“You’re gonna find someone sunshine…and I can’t wait to see the smile on your face when you do.”

Every bit of him hated saying that.

As much as he wanted you to be happy, a deeply selfish part of himself never minded when you came crying to him. Of course, he always would take care of whatever idiot decided to treat you badly, but it still never changed the fact that you weren’t looking at him. Not the way he wanted you to.

Sometimes you’d act nervous around Bucky, but that was how you always were. You were sweet to him, but you were sweet to everyone. To him, you treated him like you did anyone else. He took what he could get though. These calls late at night were something he begrudgingly looked forward to. He wanted to be more than the friend you called when you weren’t feeling the best. He wanted to be the person that kissed the tears off your cheeks, and held you all night long.

“I hope so.” You sighed.

He could hear you shifting around and he smiled at the thought of you tossing and turning to get comfortable. After a moment of silence you just kept talking, saying whatever came to mind. Bucky put his phone on speaker and laid it on his pillow, closing his eyes as he listened to you ramble on. Occasionally you would giggle and there were some still distressed sniffles that would come through.

Listening to your voice made him feel something.

Closing his eyes he could just picture you laying across from him, talking about nothing while he just fought the urge to make you stop talking. Maybe it was a little presumptuous, but the way you were babbling about absolutely nothing made him think you just didn’t want to end the call.

“I’m talking too much…I’m sorry Bucky.” You laughed nervously.

“No…I like listening to your voice baby.”

Immediately you felt like all the air had been sucked out of your bedroom. The little endearments he always slipped in never failed to make your heart flutter. “Bucky…you can’t be talking to me like that.” You laugh, and try to ward off the thoughts that were creeping up on you. That sweet laughter came through the line and you felt your heart pounding in your chest.

“M’sorry love bug…can’t help it. I like making you all giggly. Every time I say anything like that, even if I can’t see you, I know you’re just smiling.”

You could hear the sly smile in his voice. In your head you could see that smile he always gave you when he was up to no good. No good being his incessant need to make you squirm. Absent-mindedly you reached across the bed and ran your fingers across the cool sheets. “You’re a good man Bucky…” You sighed, closing your eyes.

There was a little huff of laughter followed by a sigh, “I’m glad you think so.”

Listening to the faintest sounds of him breathing you closed your eyes and grabbed a pillow holding it close to you. As much as you wanted to continue this, you knew that your groggy emotions would only end up getting you in trouble. “Goodnight Bucky…Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me…I wouldn’t stay on the phone with just anyone like this.”

He forces out a yawn and sighs, “Goodnight sunshine.”

“I’ll talk to you later Buck…Don’t dream about me.”

“Oh now I definitely will.”

You laughed and pressed the red button. Now it was all quiet, and you were left to your own devices. Squeezing the pillow a little harder you couldn’t help but smile. Bucky never failed to leave you feeling better than you were before. Cuddling into the blankets you let your mind wander, and eventually you lulled yourself.

Unfortunately it wasn’t that easy for Bucky. His mind was wide awake and racing. Instead of putting his phone down he mindlessly flipped through some things, and somehow he settled on you. Scrolling through your instagram aimlessly and watching the little videos you had posted. He was thinking about how sweet your sleepy voice was, and how cute you must’ve looked. Turning his phone over he stared at the ceiling feeling the familiar pull of lust in the pit of his stomach.

Do not even think about it James. Touching yourself like a teenager? All because you heard a girl’s voice over the phone? Control.

He scolded himself internally until a familiar idea came to mind. One way or another his mind drifted to seeing you the other evening at Steve’s house. That black dress that really left no room for anything other than the imagination of a man who hadn’t really looked at a woman in a very long time.

Technically he had a fling here and there but that was just momentary pleasure, he was looking at you like you were a permanent solution to his ever present loneliness. Groaning in frustration he sat up looking at his door – it was locked. Like it was a chore he grabbed his phone and opened up the browser.

This was a slippery slope, and he knew it, but he needed to let it out. The tightness of his boxer’s was becoming annoying and he carelessly slipped his hand beneath the fabric barely touching himself but reacting harshly. He had to remind himself that it had been awhile and to take it easy or he’d last maybe a minute.

Over the years he’d refined his interests. He liked rough things, control, and sweet words. It seemed easy enough, but finding that perfect mixture without doing it himself was impossible to find online. When he found the perfect thing he kept the link in a locked note on his phone. It was tedious and made him feel slightly stupid, but the momentary pleasure it granted him was not comparable.

He also felt that he was old enough that if for some reason some critiqued his habits then he could easily tell them to fuck off and move on with life. Now he found that one video that never failed to do the trick.

Sure, it was obscene really, but whoever this woman was being egregiously fucked in the mouth didn’t seem to mind.

He didn’t have to look very long, because his mind took that played up scenario and ran with it. Throwing his head back against the pillows he thought about you. As wrong as it felt, he did. Fantasizing about you sinking to your knees with that all too innocent look on your face.

“Bucky, I don’t know…”

He could hear it so clearly and he stroked himself in an odd pattern that felt way too good. He would lean down and kiss you softly savoring the taste of your lips. Those plush lips that always had some kind of gloss on. Holding your face in his hands he’d run his fingers over your skin as if to put you at ease.

“Oh baby, I can show you. You look so pretty down here.”

Groaning at the thought of a sweet smile on your lips as you put your trust in him. You’d blush at the praise and he’d grab your hair tie and pull your hair back. He’d unzip his pants and free himself from the boxer’s that became far too tight. Changing his pace he pumped himself harder – desperately – and he felt his leg twitching hopelessly. You’d give him a shy look and he’d guide your hand to his cock.

“Bucky… you’re too big.”

Your eyes would be almost as big as his ego.

Nearly letting himself go he took a shaky breath feeling the pre-cum leaking from his almost painful erection. Grabbing your face he’d slip his fingers past your lips feeling how warm it was, feeling your tongue press against his fingers. You wouldn’t cough, You wouldn’t even look uncomfortable.

“Little bit at a time, hm?”

Hesitantly you would nod then put the most gentle on the underside of his cock. “Holy shit.” He groaned upset with how he was torturing himself with this imagery.

Metal gripped at the sheets while flesh gripped at flesh.

You’d wrap your lips around him and he’d hold onto your hair whispering profanities. Pulling you until you took him all the way, and he’d revel in the warm feeling of your mouth. Pulling back he’d smile at the thin string of saliva that connected the two of you.

“Good?”

You’d say in a breathless voice. His sweet little sunshine looked for praise he’d so willingly give.

“Baby, you’re so good. Amazing. Perfect. My girl.”

He’d say, just possessive as he could be shoving his cock down your throat rather aggressively. He’d go until he couldn’t anymore, and you wouldn’t so much as whine in complaint. Finishing in your mouth watching you take it so well. He’d straighten himself up then grabbing you up grinning at the way your makeup had run down your face.

“Did you?”

He would ask curiously, encouraging you to open your mouth. You’d wiggle in his lap sticking Your tongue out, and he’d see no trace of his spend.

“Hm. What a good girl.”

Gripping the sheets he groaned and tried catching his breath.

Bucky blinked a few times bringing himself back to reality.

Then a crushing realization dawned on him.

He’d have to look you in the eyes again, and pretend he didn’t think about the most heinous shit ever. Pretend like he didn’t just make an absolute mess of himself in the late hours of night thinking about fucking your mouth. Looking down he was quietly disappointed in himself, but at the same time the monster in his mind was slightly appeased.

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