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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.” 

he just wants his drive 😔

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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I just watched the 355 and nick asked Mace about starting a family my thots jumped to Nick with a breeding kink 😩😩

I have been wanting to talk about this man's breeding kink! I have a few ideas that revolve around it (some will come up in the mafia fics) but I welcome any breeding kink ideas.

But hear me out for possible sinday drabbles for this month:

Omegaverse:

soft dark

Alpha!Nick takes a special interest in the newest recruits, well one recruit. The sweet little omega that smells like jasmine and vanilla and fresh rain.

It's the first time the agency has allowed omegas to have the chance to become field agents. Your first day is a disaster and you're so close to quitting when Nick steps in with an offer. He knows how much you want to impress the decorated senior operative so when he tells you he wants to help train you, teach you, -after hours- of course, you say yes.

And lucky for you, he knows a private location where you don't have to worry about any prying eyes.

Not dark

So you won a bet last month and you surprised Nick by forbidding him to orgasm for three weeks. You've been making him suffer (in the best way possible), teasing him endlessly, he hasn't been allowed to cum even though he's made you cum every night (not your fault he can't keep his hands off you). Only you forgot that his rut is approaching. He's beyond frustrated.

And your bet ended at midnight.

Its now 12:01.

Mafia:

I have this idea about him capturing Bucky's runaway bride and claiming her for himself.

CIA:

soft dark

You discover your boyfriend is not really a struggling writer/bartender after you walk in on him interrogating someone. Nick will do anything to convince you to stay with him including making sure you don't leave his house until his ring is on your finger and you're carrying his baby.

not dark

It's the scene at the end of the movie, only Mace sends you in first because you're the only one Nick trusts. Only she miscalculates how much you still love him. (This would be pure self-indulgence because I would throw away all my morals for this man and I will not apologize)

Retired CIA:

And I have this idea based on one of my favorite underrated movies. It involves Bucky (but not in the way you'd think) amnesia, one-bed trope/cabin in the woods, enemies to friends to lovers, and breeding.

Demon!Nick:

A willing sacrifice that takes him by surprise. That's the premise.

Who made the rules? Why do you have to “behave”?

"I make the rules," Nick states, stolling in the room. His voice, dark and amused, cuts through the chatter. Everyone falls silent, moving away from you, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

You swallow, pushing the startled gasp down before he can hear it. You watch him saunter past your bodyguards, rolling up his sleeves to reveal your name etched in black ink on his tanned skin.

Nick stops in front of you, bending down until his slate grey eyes are piercing yours.

He places his tattoed hands on the armrest of your chair, nudging your legs apart with his thigh. He drops his head to your shoulder, his lips skate across the curve of your throat until they find your ear.

"Now do you want to tell them why you have to behave or do you want me to show them what happens when you dont?"

Men & their liquor 🥃🥵

Why am I like this? 😩❤️‍🔥