Parking Lot Fun

Parking Lot Fun

Summary: Bucky treats you to a special concert in the parking lot. He’d rather make you sing than listen to the band any day.

Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2k

Warning: Smut, public sex, 18+ only, brief mentions of creampies, sexting

A/N: Unbeta’d. Do not copy, translate, rewrite or repost my work. Even if you credit me. Based on this tiktok. Comments, likes and reblogs are cherished. This is my free space entry for @star-spangled-bingo 2021

You can’t take this man anywhere.

At this point you’re tempted to leave him at home, but you know he’s going to follow you anyway, grumbling the entire time until he can get you in his arms.

Or if he stays at home. Well.

That means he has time to think.

And when your man has time to think, that means you’re getting twisted into some new position you never thought possible on your brand new living room rug while he asks you if it was worth it in between pounding the life out of you so damn good you can’t form a coherent thought let alone speak.

Bucky’s been good today.

Which is suspicious. Bucky’s never good. He wasn’t good when you dragged him to your work party. He damn sure wasn’t this well behaved when he showed up at Marcie’s house.

So why is he behaving today?

Suspicious.

The outdoor concert was Steve’s idea. He scored free tickets to the nearly soldout event and invited you and Bucky to join him, his girl, and a few close friends.

The two of you were on time because for once Bucky didn’t rip your clothes off as you were getting dressed. He only smacked your ass while he helped you into his new pickup truck. The entire drive across town, he kept both hands on the wheel, occasionally glancing at your thighs peeking out from the bottom of your shorts before turning back to the road.

But he didn’t make any inappropriate comments. He didn’t ask if you wanted to pull over for a quickie. Nothing.

Not once did he touch you, even when you stretched in the seat, arching your chest up as you groaned. He grinned and turned up the music, telling you that the band sounded even better live.

So Very Suspicious.

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bye i‘ll never be able to eat spaghetti normally again

Summary: Bucky decides to personally feed you spaghetti and keep you stuffed while he does it.

Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Warnings: 18 +, Minors DNI, cockwarming, edging.

A/N: Based on this ask where reader chooses food over Bucky and he doesn't like that😏

As always don't copy, repost, reuse, rewrite or translate my work. Even if you give me credit.

Bucky twirls a few strands of spaghetti around your fork, lifting it to your lips. You stare at him with baleful wide eyes, sweat beading across your forehead.

"You said you were hungry, gorgeous." His gravelly voice trailing along your jaw as he drags his beard across your throat. "Eat, pretty girl."

Dark blue eyes wander up to your face, the thin rim around his blown pupils challenging you to open your mouth.

You tug your bottom lip into your mouth and pull at your wrists, his soft leather belt securing them behind your back.

Wiggling your fingers, you give up when you realize you're only pushing your chest over the hard smooth planes of his chest, his dog tags swaying between your bodies.

"C'mon and eat your food like a good girl." He says, lustful, teasing eyes dropping to your lips. "You know you want to."

You tilt your head back, staring at the kitchen ceiling with a muffled groan. This man is going to be the death of you.

Only he could do this to you.

His warm tongue licks up the side of your exposed throat and you shiver. The spicy aroma of basil and tomatoes mingling with his masculine cedar scent curls over you in waves.

"Open up." His breathy words sharp and deeper than before.

Your stomach flutters at his command. You feel him getting impatient and you like it. He has you so frustrated, it's only fair he gets a little taste of his own medicine.

He nips at your chin, drawing your face back to his. And you stifle a gasp. Bucky looks like he's going to devour you.

You part your lips slightly and he groans. "That's my good girl."

You clench down at his praise and he grunts through gritted teeth, sliding the fork into your mouth. You chew deliberately, slowly, watching his swollen lips drift between your joined bodies and your mouth.

You clasp your fingers together and brace yourself as you swallow. His effervescent eyes watch your throat move and he grins. "Good girl."

No matter how many times he does it, fills you with his thick cock, you're never ready.

One hand grips your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he snaps his hip up. "Oh god, Bucky," you mewl, feeling every vein and ridge slide over your velvety walls.

Your legs dangling helplessly as the chair creaking and wobbling under him, adding to the sweet sensations of his throbbing cock thrusting into your slick, tight pussy. Your body bounces over him as he fucks you harder, the tip of his tongue between his teeth as he listens to you cry out his name.

"Oh fuck, baby. Yes. yesyesyes right the-." Your moans end in a pitiful wail when he drops back into the chair, stilling your movements with his ringed hand.

You can't stand this, you've lost count of how many times he's brought you to the edge.

Looking over your shoulder, you almost cry at the amount of food left on the plate. You should have never said you could eat it. Should have known when he let you tease him as he cooked that he had something planned.

"Bucky, please, I'll never choose food over you again." You whine, trying to circle your hips, unable to break from his hold. "Please."

Bucky inhales through his nose, the corner of his lips twisting up. His chest grazing your sensitive nipples. "Oh no gorgeous, I take care of my girl."

He reaches over and gets another fork full of spaghetti, spearing a meatball, the sauce dripping down your chest. Your core aches when he licks it off your heated skin.

Bringing the fork back to your lips, he grins "I'm going to make sure you're full pretty girl. Keep you stuffed." He's stretching you so good you can't take anymore.

Bucky knows that you're so close to breaking, your eyes glazing over when he rolls your hips over him. He shifts his own up, his cock moving deeper in you, covering your lips with his, breathing in your moans.

Breaking away, he pushes you firmly down on his cock, ignoring your begging for him to please let you cum, he taps your lips with the fork. "Open up."

chained to the rhythm

summary: sebastian accidentally wears that little heart necklace home with him after his photoshoot, much to your surprise… and pleasure.

a/n: i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself this was meant to be barely a drabble but it is 2.5k words :) title is that song by katy perry <3

warnings: smut (18+ only!!! fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v, slightly rough sex, necklace pulling/sucking is a thing) teeny praise kink if you squint? cocky sebastian, swearing

no beta/loosely proofread so please excuse errors!

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When Sebastian brought you along to his latest photoshoot, you weren’t prepared to witness him in all his glory once again, and you definitely were not expecting to come back to the hotel with ruined panties. 

After the many risky projects he’s been a part of lately, Sebastian’s self esteem has really been knocked down a few pegs. He’s received plenty of backlash; some of it is justified, but plenty is not. From picking apart projects he’s worked so hard on, to the outpouring of negative comments about his body, to those stupid critics claiming he only has ‘limited talent’ on the screen, Sebastian’s been feeling down on himself, that’s for sure.

So to see him so confident in front of a camera again, to see the proud way he presents himself, it makes you so happy. And in more ways than one. 

Obviously, some of the outfits he was styled in would not have been your first choice of apparel. Apparently obnoxiously mixed patterns and unnecessary layering is considered high-fashion nowadays. 

But no matter what Sebastian wears (or doesn’t wear), he always looks incredible to you. And just the way he acts when he’s comfortable in his own skin is enough to get you worked up. 

And just his presence wasn’t enough to get you going, the close proximity would have done it. 

You got to watch him change into each new outfit, and you knew he knew you were watching. Each time he changed into a different set of clothes, he made sure to catch your eye and practically gave you a strip tease, before his manager told him to hurry up. 

As he’d pose, the flirty, sultry stares he gave the camera went straight to your core, and before you know it, you were completely soaked and completely mortified to let Sebastian find out, although you suppose it would boost his self esteem a little.

But the thing that got you going the most, other than the perfect little view of his happy trail headed south from his delicious abs, or his juicy thighs, or his sexy stares… it was that necklace. That stupid piece of silver dangling from around his neck. That adorable, pure, inherently wholesome little heart necklace. 

One moment, you’re watching him sprawl across a table. The next, you’re lost in the filth of your own mind…

You imagine tugging on it as he’s railing you back at the hotel room… sucking on it as he pounds into you mercilessly… using it to stifle back your moans so you don’t get a noise complaint from your hotel neighbors down the hall, or upstairs, or downstairs… 

“You ready to go, Sweetheart?” Sebastian’s voice breaks you from the sinful thoughts you’re having. 

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Do you ever think about overstimulating one of our beefy biker boys? Like, not topping them, they’re obvi fully in charge, but maybe riding one of them and you just refuse to climb off their lap because it feels too good and bucky or steve are too sensitive already but they can’t tell you to get off because you look too pretty and feel too good and you want them so bad why would they deny you … or is that just me?

This screams beefy lumberjack Bucky!

Pairing: Lumberjack Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Little bit o smut, Bucky being overstimulated, no minors, choking, praise kink.

A/N: I'm going to answer a few asks in between working on roommate Bucky. Do not copy,rewrite or repost my drabbles. I always appreciate likes, comments and reblogs.

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Bucky gazes up at your beautiful body glowing from the silver moonlight streaming through the open window. There's a wild glint in his dark blue eyes, he focuses on keeping his hips still, his abs constricting from the effort. You have no idea how close he is to losing control. It's taking all his willpower to not toss you on your stomach and rail you through the bed.

His breath shudders through his open mouth when your warm walls clamp down on his cock. Your cries resonating through the room as you roll your hips. He almost screams out with you. Fuck fuck you're so fucking tight, like a damn fist around him.

"Fuck, that's its," he grunts through his gritted teeth. "Use me bunny, shit," a deep guttural groan clawing up from his throat. He tosses his head back on the pillow, crushing it into the sheets.

Goddamn, you look like a wanton goddess. A work of art come to life.

"C’mon, there you go, you can take it, go on take all of it Bunny." He praises, watching as your tight pussy slides down, slowly enveloping every thick inch. “Good girl, my good girl.”

“Buc-“ you mewl, the rest of his name getting lost on your tongue as another wave of pleasure crashes into you.

He can’t stop looking up at you, his gaze ripped from your pussy because he needs to see what he’s doing to you and he almost breaks, the sight of your pretty face contorted with pleasure is too much. Your fingers laced between his, your back arched, making your breasts sway with each stroke. He wants to pound into you in fucking bad so he can keep that expression on your face.

You pull another deep grunt from his chest when you start grinding down, your stomach tensing as you squeeze his fingers. The sound of your breathy, hoarse voice crying out his name makes his cock twitch inside you. He knows you feel him throb because your hips stutter, a low oh god oh- spills out of your mouth.

Damn, he wants to hear you make that sound again. Bucky wants a lot of things right now, your sweet little pussy to keep fucking him, his name screamed so loud the neighbors hear you as you come again and fuck does he want you to come again and again.

He’s already filled your tight cunt with ropes of his thick hot cum two orgasms ago. It’s dripping around him, coating his slick-covered cock. You’re even tighter now as you chase another orgasm, he feels you pulsate around him, the sensations wracking through his large body.

He’s never felt so sensitive, the line between pleasure and pain blurring, his body burning as you get lost in the sensations, but he won’t-he can’t tell you to stop.

Not with you looking so damn gorgeous, your glossy eyes scrunched shut, your head falling back as more needy, broken sobs fall from your lips. It’s not often you get this like, so desperate for his cock that you become feral. No, he won’t tell you to stop. He wants this more than you do.

“I said use me, Bunny. Thought I taught you how to take my cock.“ Bucky lets go of your hands, you fall forward, placing them on his warm, sweat-laced pecs, almost bouncing on him as you greedily clench down again.

“You better show me how much you want it. “ He reaches up, his fingers wrapping around your throat, the other smacking your ass, the sharp sting has you crying out as he squeezes your soft flesh in his metal hand. “ Or I’m not letting you come again.”

A smirk stretches across his face as your eyes flare and your hands slide up his chest, encasing his throat. This is your cock now and you’ll fuck him until you pass out.

Bucky scrunches his nose at you, wheezing out good girl as you slam down on him.

and I-

The thought of pushing Bucky away while cumming because it’s too much and you’re crying out but he just continues to pound into you making you ride out your high before coming inside you-

That’s so fucking hot 🥵

Because he’d be so into overstimulating you until you’re not able to take any more but you can’t stop cumming regardless.

And with him being so big too, you know you’re trapped beneath him. You have a safeword for when it really does get too much but until you say it, he’s not stopping no matter how much you plead.

He would be able to go for hours, working orgasm after orgasm from you until you don’t even have any words left in your head. You’re dizzy and over pleasured, only able to sob as you feel your body threaten to come undone again.

He gets off on seeing you like that because to him, there’s nothing more exciting than getting you to the point that you can hardly even scramble away for fear of cumming again.

“Sweetheart, this little pussy’s lost control again hasn’t it? Just can’t stop choking my dick. So warm and messy I can hardly think straight. Taking it like the best girl though. Made for daddy’s cock.” As soon as he calls himself ‘daddy’ he feels your walls ripple again, a soft cry falling from your lips and oh, he’s going to keep using that to his advantage.

“You think you can cum again for daddy?” He grunts, his filthy rut into your body never stopping. His thumb is resting over your lips, making your endless whimpers just a little quieter.

You shake your head no and that only makes him laugh a low, filthy chuckle. “I think you can, kitten. I think you shouldn’t be given the choice. Daddy’s gonna make you cum again.” He grunts, speeding his thrusts up, smirking as your eyes roll back.

Your hands plant on his shoulders and chest, desperately trying to push him away because you can feel your body tightening. It’s no use though. Bucky is unmovable, laughing almost mockingly at your struggle.

“Daddy please, I can’t cum again. Daddy, it’s too much.” You groan, your back arching off the bed against his chest but it doesn’t give you any relief at all.

“Say ‘thank you daddy’. Put that pretty mouth to good use and thank me for fucking you senseless.” He’s so lost in the pleasure he’s ignoring your pleas entirely and he thinks he might cum when he hears how pathetic you sound as you do as you’re told.

You’re still pushing him back as you thank him up until you let out a little whine, feeling your orgasm take over. You can’t help how you tremble and quiver, pushing his body with shaking hands, moaning obscenely. You feel wetness flood from between your legs, gushing onto the sheets and you faintly register Bucky’s moans, praising you for squirting on daddy’s dick.

But even ask your orgasm subsides, he doesn’t stop.

venom!bucky drabble <<3

notes: monsterfucking, unprotected sex, praise kink — 18+ only. i cannot stress this enough; minors, fuck. off.

“you’re so sweet.” he purred, dragging his nose down your jaw before gently nipping at your collarbone. it sent a shiver down your spine as you found yourself pinned under the hundreds of pounds that was bucky.

bucky and venom.

sweeter than any chocolate. he mused, the low and gruff voice echoing in your head as you gasped when bucky sunk his teeth into the flesh right above your breast.

somehow connected. somehow intertwined. but forever theirs.

“i can’t wait to feel you, baby.” bucky’s breathing was ragged as his fingers worked you open.

you’d been ready since before dinner, but they were making you wait. and it annoyed you to all hell.

but then when bucky slipped in, the first soft “fuck,” falling past your lips; you forgave them instantaneously.

look at how pretty our pet is. his voice made your walls flutter around his cock. slick drenching you both as he rocked harder and harder against you.

so pretty. the praises didn’t stop. so pretty i think i want a taste.

your back arched, gripping the bedsheets like they were your fucking lifeline when you felt him growing larger and warmer.

and then it was just him. bucky was there, you could feel him—hear him. but venom was in charge and everyone knew it.

when you opened your eyes, meeting the large dark figure, something snapped inside of you as he engulfed you.

you’re ours now, i’m inside you and yet, you own us.