SEBASTIAN STANPam & Tommy (2022)

SEBASTIAN STAN Pam & Tommy (2022)

Men & their liquor 🥃🥵

Why am I like this? 😩❤️‍🔥

He’s so ✨pretty✨

the picture i saw vs what i focused on

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This is so baker Bucky 😆

After Bucky burns another batch of cupcakes while listening to the playlist you made him, Steve decides he’s going to ban certain songs from the bakery. 

Bucky can’t even blame him although he does maintain that it’s not his fault that he put a cup of salt in the pie dough. Well-maybe its partially his fault but you distracted him this morning and now he can’t stop thinking about you. 

And what you did to him. 

Over and over, so tight and fast around him that he forgot to breathe, his eyes rolled back in his head and he had to force himself from orgasming before you did. He’s never struggled to stay in control that he did this morning and he can still feel the thin, raised marks you clawed down his back, he swears you’re imprinted on him. 

And he loves it. 

“Listen, Steve,” Bucky starts, his eyes fluttering shut. “She just-” He breaks into a soft, breathy moan. “You don’t understand, I’ve never-”  

Steve shakes his head, holding up the mixing bowl like a shield. “Don’t even think about finishing the sentence I will throw this at you.” 

A smile tugs at Bucky’s lips, his cheeks rounding out. His pink tongue darts across his chapped bottom lip and he blows out a slow bated breath. “She turned me inside out, Stevie. It was incredible, I'm still shaky, she took everything, every last drop I had--I think she snatched my soul.” 

Steve grimaces, running his flour-covered hand down his face, leaving a streak across his nose. “I didn’t want to hear that Buck.” 

“And I didn’t want to leave my sweet Peach in bed.” Bucky shrugs, his eyes still closed as he relives the memory of you riding him. “I’m going on my break.”

“It's not even noon.” 

Bucky’s eyes snap open and he grins at his glowering friend before he turns on his heel and strolls towards the ext. “Before you start, I made enough to get us through the lunch rush. I’ll only be gone an hour, not really enough time to enjoy eating my peach the way she deserves but I’ll make it work”

“Didn’t need to hear that either Buck!” 

Bucky whips off his apron, tossing it on the counter before pushing open the doors. He glances over his shoulder. “You know maybe if you if ate some Honey you wouldn’t be so uptight.” 

Steve’s mouth flounders open, an offended gasp catches in his throat. Bucky waves goodbye and walks out.

"I get plenty of Honey, I mean sex, I have all the sex I want." Steve tosses the empty bowl at his retreating figuring, groaning when Bucky ducks, his laughter trailing behind him.

Folding his arms across his chest, Steve bites his lower lip, remembering your cupcakes are still in his office. “Maybe he’s right. I do need a taste or two.” 

Wrapped Around Me

Summary: Your man wants you in nothing but a pair of thigh high socks while you drench his beard and he’s not above begging to get his way.

Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), thigh high kink, body worship, Bucky loving your thighs, smut, no minors.

A/N: Beta’d by the lovely @midnightf but all mistakes are my own. Inspired by this ask

Masterlist|Beefy Biker Series|

Ever since you dressed up in a pair of thigh highs for his birthday, Bucky’s been obsessed with getting you back in them. He wants you wearing those and only those inside the house. You keep finding new pairs in your lingerie drawer and he’s been dropping not-so-subtle hints about all the things he has planned for you whenever you’re wearing them.

You’ve been teasing him all morning, wanting him to snap because honestly you love it when your man becomes feral. 

Which is why you’re pretending you didn’t notice him laying a pair, burgundy with a striped pattern, on the bed after your shower. He’s lounging in front of them, wearing only some gray boxers, his dog tags on his tattooed chest glistening under the bedroom light. 

Bucky’s watching you, unable to keep his rapt gaze off your thighs as you dry off. He loves your body exactly the way it is, always insisting that you’re flawless, he’ll look right at your stretch marks and declare them beautiful because they’re a part of you. 

You’re pushing him closer to the edge each time your hands smooth over your skin as apply the vanilla-scented lotion he loves so much.

 “A little slower Gorgeous,” he says, continuing to unabashedly stare like you’re his favorite show and he can’t tear his eyes away from you. His cock hardens in his briefs, a familiar ache settles in your pussy when he has to reach in and adjust himself, the power you have over him is enthralling. You put more of your lotion on your thigh and he groans. “Yeah just like that.” 

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