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I’m Only Yours To Taunt

Chris Evans x actress reader

Warnings: language, sarcasm, mentions of smut (18+), lmk if you find anything else!

Summary: you and Chris love tossing sarcastic remarks at each other when being interviewed on the carpet. And honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way

Word count: 1,682 words

A/N: I've got a request brewing in my drafts at the moment, so in the meantime, enjoy this cute Lil read😋😋😋

The day had finally arrived. Your new movie was coming out in a few months, and tonight was the night of the premiere. You were starring in a mystery thriller alongside your husband, Chris Evans, who was attending with you.

After being told the premiere will be held in Vienna, two days after Chris’ birthday, the two of you agreed it would be a great idea to fly out earlier than planned, so the two of you would be celebrating his birthday there.

And so, on the day of the premiere, you were getting ready in one of the hotel rooms. With a tailor making last-minute adjustments to your dress, a makeup artist adding a few extra touch-ups to your face, and people running all over the place.

You had settled on a beautiful dress and Chris, a dashing yet straightforward black and white tuxedo.

Chris was a lot calmer than you were, seeing that he had less work to be done. However, all this pressure sure wasn't making you feel any less nervous. As you were sitting on the make-up chair, your manager, Mara, walks toward you.

She was making sure you were all caught up on your itinerary for the night. Not that you were going to follow it anyway, you just loved to entertain her. “OK. So first, red carpet. You're walking with Chris, right?”

You nod in response, face still being brushed up by one of the make-up artists.

“Alright. Then, since we need the publicity for your upcoming movie, I've arranged about five interviews for you. And then it’s bonding with your castmates, bla-bla-bla, movie premiere, you know the drill, and then, finally—the after-party. Sound good? Good. Have fun, you look great.”

Giving her a warm smile in return, you pull her in for a warm hug. “Thank you, Mara; you're the best. I don't know what I'd do without you.”

She kisses both sides of your cheeks, making sure not to ruin your makeup. “Meet you on the carpet.” and then leaves to take care of other things.

Chris soon comes out of one of the bedrooms, adjusting the cuffs on his sleeves, eyes immediately turning away to look at you. “Beautiful,” he says, staring at you in utter amazement.

“Why thank you.” you manage to say, bending your knees outward and pinching the sides of your dress to take a curtsy.

He then takes his eyes off of you and stares you down. “Oh, sorry, I was talking about the dress.”

You look up at him with an offended stare and furrowed brows. “Excuse me?” You scoff, hands crossed. Chris then walks towards you, hands in each side of his pockets.

“Somethings....not quite right,” he says, and before you know it— he’s pulling you in by your waist, closing in the gap between the two of you, and connecting your lips with his.

The kiss starts soft, later then turning passionate, his hands running along your back. That action alone making you feel shivers run down your spine. Soon, he's reaching down toward the back of your dress, attempting to pull the zip down.

You pull away from the kiss, causing him to let out a whine, trying to pull you back in. “Chris! You've already ruined my lipstick; I can't have you ruining my makeup next, can I?” You scold, giving his shoulders a whack and causing him to yelp.

“Sorry, couldn’t help it. Looking forward to ruining your makeup tonight, though.” He teases while rubbing his shoulders.

You roll your eyes and can't help but bite back a grin at his sly comment.

The little moment is shortly interrupted when Megan, Chris’ publicist, walks through the door. “Alright, you two. The limos are ready. You guys good to go?” She asks.

The two of you nod in agreement, then clasping your hands together, following her in pursuit.

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Stepping out of the vehicle, Chris offers out his arm for you to take. After hooking your arms around his, you look to your side to meet his gaze, taking a slow breath. “Let's do it,” you state.

Making your way through the entrance together, so many people greeted you. All of them were thrilled to talk to both of you. Then, one by one, you and Chris made your way through all of them.

As the two of you were finishing up with your castmates, the next thing you knew, you were about to walk the red carpet.

These types of things had always scared you; Chris knew that. So, in an attempt to make you feel better, he leans down to whisper in your ear. “You know, instead of going to the after-party, we could leave early and go to burger king instead.”

You turn around to face him, a sheepish smile spreading across your face. “I’d love that.”

“Great,” He says, amused by the look on your face. “You ready?” And to that, you nod, squeezing your eyes shut out of built-up nerves.

Chris places a gentle kiss on your forehead, intertwining your hands with his. “Let's go,” he says, taking in a deep breath and letting go with puffed cheeks.

Hand in hand, you begin to make your way towards the crowd. As soon as the two of you set foot on the carpet, cameras start flashing, and photographers were throwing shouts everywhere—Chris wraps his left arm around your waist, another hand in his pocket.

Everyone’s eyes were on the two of you, leisurely strolling along the carpet.

After posing for what felt like forever, you and Chris separate for a while. He was still busy making conversation with everyone, and you just wanted to get over with all five interviews Mara said she'd arranged for you.

You walk in the direction of a friendly-looking reporter, her face lighting up when she sees you.

“Hi! I'm Y/N, and It's so lovely to meet you. How are you? You look great, by the way!” You say as a conversation starter, a small smile appearing on your face.

Her face begins to blush at the striking compliment. “Oh my God, it's so lovely to meet you too! I’m Leia, and I'm doing good now, thanks to you. But, can I just say, I look like nothing compared to how great you look tonight? Always gracing us with your presence and beauty. Do you mind telling us who designed this beautiful dress of yours?” She asks, holding out the mic for you.

“Oh stop, you're making me blush, thank you. It's so good to hear that you're doing good now, Leia. Well, I got this beauty designed by one of the best, my knight in shining armour, Jean-Paul Gaultier.”

She lets out a chuckle, then moving on to ask you another question. “Speaking of knights in shining armour, I was told that you and your husband, Chris flew out to Venice early. I'm assuming the two of you celebrated his 40th birthday here two days ago?”

“Right, yes, he forced me to come with him. It hurt that I had to cancel my invite to Kat Dennings birthday party instead because of him. What a jerk.”

Amused by your answer, she brings the mic to her chest, letting out a wholehearted laugh. You can't help but bite back a grin.

She then regains her composure, brushing off the hems of her dress before being given a chance to ask you another question. Suddenly, the two of you are joined by Chris, who rests his hands on your shoulders.

“Hi, there! What are you ladies talking about? I'm Chris, by the way,” he lets out in a cheerful tone, holding out his hand for the reporter to take.

Leia shakes his hand, excited. “Hello Chris, so lovely to meet you. Your wife Y/N and I were just talking about your birthday celebration the two of you had two days ago. How'd it go? Did she orchestrate any surprises?”

His eyebrows perk up, one hand falling off of your shoulder and now resting on his hip. “Oh yeah, it was great. We fucked all night.”

After hearing his bold statement, he laughs playfully as your eyes bulge, later shoving him in the chest, causing Leia to laugh again.

With Chris now enjoying himself after embarrassing you, you can't help but return the favour. You sure did have something in mind, alright.

“Deffffinitely. Also, don't tell anyone I told you this, but since it was his birthday, I had to fake my orgasm and lie, so he wouldn't have to feel bad.” So you say, after pretending to whisper in Leia’s ear, loud enough so Chris could hear you.

Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. You couldn't stop laughing after seeing the look on his face, Leia joining in with you. It was priceless.

His whole face turning bright red.

After talking with Leia a little longer, the both of you start to move on to the next reporter. You had noticed the change in Chris’ behaviour.

“Why didn't you tell me even if it was my birthday?" Finally, Chris manages to let out, after being quiet for some time.

"I was joking, Chris. You know I love to tease you and only you. That night was one of the best nights I've ever had, It makes me wish it was your birthday every day. Plus, you kinda got what you deserve right after what you said about us fucking all night." You let out a small chuckle, rubbing his back gently.

His mood lightens up again after your response, a sneaky grin dancing along his lips.

"Did you know it was my birthday today?" He jokes, nudging you in the shoulder.

“You’re disgusting.” You look at him on your side and roll your eyes. However, you can't help but hide a smile as the two of you make your way towards the crowd, blending in.

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Finally done with the movie premiere and everything else, you and Chris excuse yourselves just like he had promised, and the next thing you know, the both of you were making out in a Burger King booth.

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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.”

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Cherry 12 

Cherry 13 

Cherry!Seb nsfw Alphabet    

Cherry!seb x million dollar man

Somebody Else 

—𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

summary: It’s by chance that you stumble upon Geralt of Rivia; it’s by chance that you fall in love with him, too.

pairing: geralt of rivia x reader

word count: 8.1k

warnings: smut, mentions of expectations of marriage, use of the word whore, geralt being a nasty ass and covered in dirt

note: um 👀 hey guys,,,, turns out watching henry cavill kill people in a bad lace front awakened something in me!! who’s surprised!! not me!! anyways this was a big excuse to write geralt smut but also a big excuse to write geralt fluff. pls dont snipe me if the characterization is wrong, ill cancel myself. let me know what you think!! scream in my ask box, send me geralt fluff and smut headcanons, go crazy, go stupid 😌😌😌 also if you want to listen 2 something while you read i have a playlist that i use whenever im writing medieval-y type stuff right here <3

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Masterlist

⚠️Warning⚠️

May contain dark themes that could be triggering and/or can make others uncomfortable. Please read each warning per story and beware. ( * = contains smut )

STEVE ROGERS

BUCKY BARNES

THOR ODINSON

RANSOM DRYSDALE

CLINT BARTON

PETER PARKER

LEE BODECKER

LANCE TUCKER

misc werks

I Did Something Bad - 1.

Bodyguard!Stucky x Reader AU

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Run-through: You’re a rich spoilt brat, and your two bodyguards are the ones who have to put up with you and your attitude all day every day. Until one day, they’ve had about enough. And they decide to tame the brat in you…

Themes: bratty!reader, smut, daddy kink, bodyguard!stucky

“What a brat.” Steve mumbled under his breath.

“I agree.” Bucky sent a brief nod towards him.

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