WARNINGS: SMUT, Oral sex, Language, slight sub Bucky, slight Dom reader.
Request by Anon: Hello :) I it’s my birthday today, so I thought I could request something, cause I love your blog :) You’re Bucky’s girlfriend but recently you barely had time together so one time after he came back from a long mission, you wait for him in the bedroom wearing his favourite lingerie and when he comes in the bedroom, still in his uniform he’s immediately all over you and you spend the whole night in passionate love making? :) I hope it’s okay for you :) ILY <3 maybe also his POV? only if you like
I hope this is what you wanted anon :) I did try by best, but with a tiny hangover I’m not sure how good this turned out ? But I did my best and any Bucky smut is ok in my books haha. Enjoy
GIF NOT MINE (but I’m so glad it exists)
If Bucky had to complain about any aspect of his new life, the life he had finally gotten back from years of being tormented by Hydra. Was that missions were a bitch, especially when he had you waiting for him back home. You was the happy addition to his life no one saw coming, especially Bucky. The ex Russian assassin thought his days of romance and women were long gone, especially after all the pain and misery he caused. Bucky was convinced that he was destined to live the rest of his life alone, but you were not going to let that happen. (Y/N) was a force to be reckoned with, strong and brave. Intelligent and beautiful, you had all the makings of a woman who knew what she wanted and would stop at nothing to get it. So it was no surprise that the legendary Winter Solder fell head over heels for you, even if he was somewhat reluctant. Eventually you wormed you way into his heart, and Bucky wouldn’t have had it any other way.
“I don’t see why he has to go as well,” Bucky grumbled throwing various items into his rucksack.
“Because believe it or not Mr I-Work-Best-Alone, Sam is actually a viable member of the Avengers. Plus having eyes in the sky is a distinct advantage” you eyed the six-foot temper tantrum before you. Bucky sighed sitting down next to you on your bed as he pulled on his shoes.
Raising her hips to meet mine, her slick folds brushed against my length slightly making me bite my lip.
All you gotta do is tell daddy
Smirking at my girlfriend laid naked below me, I watched as she squirmed in desperation. Teasing was one of my favourite things to do to her. I loved watching her beg, and try and hide how badly she wants it.
“On your front, baby.”
I watched as she sat up and turned around on all fours, her ass in the air. I was an ass man, it was obvious and God, hers was perfect. Flicking her hair over one shoulder, she turned to head to look at me with doe eyes.
Groaning and finally giving into her pleas, I positioned myself at her entrance and my jaw dropped as I felt her around me. Moaning loudly, (Y/N) gripped the bedsheets and rocked against me, going slow and sweet was not her intention. That was something I loved about (Y/N), sometimes she just wanted it rough.
Daddy I want you to spank it hard when we making love
Slapping her ass, I used her hips to pull her back against me, a squeal leaving her mouth, hitting deeper than before.
“You like that, huh?” I asked, grunting lightly.
“Oh yes, baby…”
Jesus, I loved dirty talk. Sometimes it got me off more than the pleasure itself. Something about it just turns me on so much that I’m sensitive as fuck, and then the sex is fucking incredible.
All you gotta do is, tell daddy
“N-new position,” She said, making me stop.
“Oh, you wanna play it like that?”
Lying on her side, she raised her leg, “Fuck me from behind like this.”
Yeah, tell daddy
Complying, I pulled her closer to me and gripped her leg, holding it in the air, pounding mercilessly into her, eager for release. I watched as she moved her own hand to her clit, rubbing it. Letting her leg go and slapping her hand away, I held her against me.
“I thought I told you not to touch yourself when we have sex, that’s my job.”
“S-sorry…” She gasped as I returned to my rhythm, her head falling back.
A/N: Hey babes, so I’m sorry I’m an asshole and I haven’t submitted anything in a week, I’m on vacation. I had this written up just waiting around for me to finish it so that’s what I did, I hope you like it! I think I may be a bit of a masochist or some sick shit like that because fighting turns me on, so sorry if you’re not into that kinda thing. And yes, I know I do a lot of Luke but what can I say, I’m a girl with a problem. ANYWAY I’ll shut the fuck up now and yes I’m writing requests from your dirty little minds as we speak. Okay cool enjoy!
“I hate when you get like this, it drives me fucking insane!” Luke whipped off his beanie and threw it on the dining room table of our penthouse. I was stomping to the other end of the room to close the giant glass door that led to the balcony. We didn’t need another complaint from the people downstairs.
“It drives YOU fucking insane?! You’re the one who’s mood does a 180 every five fucking minutes!” I screamed back at him.
He held his forehead in his hands and leaned on the table, trying to calm himself down. I stood with my arms crossed, then huffed and stormed into our bedroom, slamming the door and locking it in his face as he tried to follow after me.
We’d been arguing all day. John, the producer for Luke’s band’s upcoming album, had asked me to co-write with the guys because after hearing my own band’s album, the lyrics of which I’d written solely on my own, he thought I could really take the subject matter of the 5SOS album to the next level. Id tried to turn down the proposal so my boyfriend could have his own deal and I could stick to mine, but John didn’t really give us much of a choice, seeing as he worked for Capitol, the label both our bands were signed to. Now, Luke and I were arguing. Just like I said we would.
I heard his voice against the door
“Y/N, baby, let me in. Let’s just talk about this, please? No screaming, I’ve calmed down."
His deep Australian accent always made me melt, especially when he sweet-talked me. I held my ground to see what else he had to say.
"I love you, doll. Just open the door.”
I really didn’t want to, but I was fucking weak for him. I’m not afraid to admit it. Giving into him, like I so often do, I pulled the door open. He had put his beanie back on and he was leaning against the frame, a look of regret in his blue puppy eyes.
I burst out laughing, and he started chuckling.
“What’s so funny?” He said still laughing. I fake whined and stomped my foot,
“Ugh, you’re so frustrating! I want to be mad at you but you get me with those eyes every time. I hate you.” I said to him. He just smirked at me and walked over, wrapping his arms around my waist as I leaned away from him, trying to be stubborn. At 6’4, he was an inch away from being a full foot taller than me.
“Mmm don’t be like that.” He put his hand on my head and pulled me into him, smoothing my hair. I breathed in his scent and closed my eyes.
“I’m sorry” I mumbled quietly into his shirt.
“Aw baby it’s my fault, it’s okay.” He cooed into the top of my head.
Goddamn, he was so strong, so warm, so fucking perfect. I suddenly felt a warm rush between my legs and I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face to mine, kissing him with lips full of frustration and love. He moaned into my mouth and I lightly shoved his chest, and he fell, sitting on the bed.
I quickly straddled him and knocked his beanie off, grabbing fistfuls of his hair, running my nails all over his scalp, loving the softness. He was like an angel. I felt our hearts start to rush and pound against each other, like caged wild animals begging to be let out. He pulled my long hair to the side and began to feverishly bite and kiss my neck with his hot open mouth, sending chills down my sides. I pulled my black tank top over my head then reached for his. He raised his arms for me and I quickly tossed both our shirts off the bed, digging my nails into his toned back trying to claw him closer. I pulled away from the kiss with a bite to his bottom lip.
“Lay back, baby"
He was breathing heavily and did as I told him, using his arms to scoot himself back until he was against the headboard. I maintained eye contact and crawled towards him with a wicked grin. I got to his broad chest and began kissing his neck using my tongue, massaging his shoulders as I did so.
"I’m such a bastard” he breathed out.
“Mm, whys that baby?” I said in my sexy, pouty voice.
“I’m just a fucking idiot sometimes, I get insecure and it makes me act like a stupid asshole, then we fight. And you’re just so good to me.” He said with his eyes closed as I continued kissing his neck, running my hands all over his shoulders and arms.
“Baby, baby it’s okay” I cut him off, “you have nothing to be insecure about, you’re a fucking god. You make me crazy.” I said looking into his eyes lustfully. He breathed out heavy through his nose, clearly turned on.
“Just shhh…” I cooed.
I began kissing down his chest, down his stomach, placing a long, hot kiss right above his waistline as I unbuckled his jeans. He shifted under me and I pulled off the constricting material and tossed it to the floor with our shirts. He sighed and his head lulled back, and I began to rub my palm up and down his hard, clothed member, using my other hand to claw at his thigh.
“Baby, fuck, yes…” He practically whimpered at me, I bit my lip and smirked, then slowly pulled his black boxers off. His huge cock slapped against his abdomen, and I felt my entire body respond.
I licked a thick stripe from his balls to his tip, and he yelled out, bucking against the mattress. I dug my nails into his hips and swirled my tongue around his tip, relishing every second of it. God, sometimes, I just wanted to be a slut for him. He made me animalistic. I was a woman possessed.
I decided I couldn’t wait and I took his cock in my hand and pumped it twice, before going down and bobbing my head up and down on him, taking him all the way to the back of my throat. I heard his loud, manly moans above me and thanked my lucky stars that I had lost my gag reflex a long time ago.
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ! Yes baby…..that’s my girl…so good….” His words sounded strangled, and I couldn’t help but smirk.
He was grabbing the sheets and looking down at me, a total mess as I continued to suck him off. I felt his hands in my hair and he pulled me off him with a ‘pop’. I looked at him with lowered eyelids and my mouth still open, and his blue eyes darkened as he lost control of himself.
“You’re gonna kill me with that shit, baby.” He said, and then grabbed me, flipping us over so he was on top of me. He used his knees to spread my legs apart, and I almost came with anticipation.
He began to move his head toward my clit, but I couldn’t wait. I needed him in me now.
“Fuck, Luke, baby I need you now. Please just fuck me"
The look he got in his eyes was animalistic but loving. He slowly and sensually pulled my panties down my legs and tossed them aside, then moved up so his cock was against my heat again, pinning both my wrists above my head with one hand before I could touch him. He slipped his other hand between my legs, teasing my clit with deliciously calloused fingers.
"What do you want baby, tell me, I wanna hear you.” He said darkly into my neck.
“I-I want your huge cock to wreck me, baby. I’m so bad. I’m so bad for you, I make you so mad, teach me to be good baby, I’m yours."
I whimpered and whined out, fluttered my eyelids open and shut.
He spread my legs farther and lifted up my torso into his arms, holding me to his toned, muscular chest. With one hand he pumped his length then quickly lined himself up, pulling his head from my neck to look at me.
"Look at me, Y/N. Look me in the eyes."
I picked my head up from his shoulder and looked at him. He pushed his forehead to mine and looked at me so intensely, it was like his ocean irises were ripping my soul apart. I felt his hips move, and he began to push into me as his grip on my body tightened. I felt his huge length go further and further inside me, and his jaw clenched as we continued to look into each other’s eyes. I couldn’t control my moans and curses as they tumbled sexily from my mouth.
"Fuck, oh my- Luke, baby, yes oh my…fucking god…” I said breathily.
He’d always said my moans turned him on the most, which he confirmed again as he began to pound into me, thrusting up as he pulled my body down onto him. He moaned and breathed loudly and his head fell into the crook of my neck, biting my shoulder and running his lips all over my skin as he continued to fill me up with every thrust, sending euphoric jolts all over my body.
I was practically screaming his name when he pulled out and flipped me over so I was on all fours, leaning over me so his chest was against my back. He moved my hair to the side again, kissing down my spine as he pumped himself.
“Damn, what a pretty thing you are, a work of art. All for me, my perfect beautiful girl.” His words made me whimper as he breathed them into my ear. I felt his long fingers against my center as I tried to buck my hips into his cock.
“Mmm you want it so bad, tell me how weak you are for me, baby,"
He said harshly into my neck.
He knew how much I loved dirty talk, and he played it for all it was worth.
"God Luke just do something, just take me, I can’t take it anymore my body is on fire. I’ll be your toy baby, your perfect girl, anything for you.” I whined at him sexily, pushing my body up into his.
He bit my neck lightly and pushed my legs apart again from behind. He lined himself up, but this time he didn’t give me any warning as he slammed into me and began pounding me relentlessly. He pulled me up so my back was flush against his chest and cupped my boobs in his huge hands, and began pumping me up and down on his throbbing cock as his lips grazed my neck and shoulder. I was a total mess, screaming his name and reaching around us to claw his back.
“Baby, oh fuckk….. I’m gonna-I’m gonna come Luke!” I yelled out.
I shivered at his cool lip ring on my neck as he growled into my ear,
“C’mon baby, come for me, come on my fucking cock, I’m almost with you. Mm I love you so fucking much."
I felt a fire in the pit of my stomach and my lower body tensed as I clenched around him. He felt my walls tighten and groaned a string of curses into my neck as he began fucking me faster, chasing his high.
He thrusted into me hard and I felt him tense and release inside me, both our bodies pulsing as I reached my high. He continued pumping us through our highs and the sound of our moans, (and my screams) turning into heavy breathing filled the room.
Luke relaxed onto my back, then collapsed on his side taking me with him. He pulled out of me slowly and I let out a light whimper as he turned me over and pulled me onto his chest. I kissed his peck and ran my finger tips over his skin, feeling tired and very satisfied.
"I love you so much.” He said peacefully, running his hand through
“Mm, baby, I love you too.” I closed my eyes and felt my long lashes skim over his warm skin.
“You know, we have that Teen Vogue party tonight, baby. We should shower and get our shit together.” He said softly as he continued stroking my hair.
I groaned in protest at his reminder, rolling onto his torso and straddling him lazily, resting my head on his chest.
“No, I’m keeping you here, fuck Teen Vogue.” I laughed lightly, and he chuckled into my hair.
I heard my phone ring, and reached over to grab it.
“Fuck. It’s Mark."
I contemplated ignoring my manager’s call, but I knew I was going to have to get up and make an appearance at this party with Luke whether I wanted to or not.
I guess a rockstar’s work is never done.
FIC SUMMARY: Based on my one shot, Surrender. Arwynn is half Midgardian and Asgardian and has loved Loki since she was 9. When she finally becomes his chambermaid, they become lovers but will Arwynn ever get her happy ending with this arrogant, demanding and jealous God?
Author’s note: Sweet baby Jesus. It’s the last chapter, lovelies. Yes. Finally. The last chapter. Well, besides an epilogue that is. I don’t quite know how to feel about this. Excited yet heavy-hearted? I’ve poured a lot of heart and soul and love into this and I am so grateful for all the wonderful comments and encouraging support I have received with this story. Thank you, thank you each and every one of you for joining me on this journey and for cheering Loki and Arwynn on. It means so much to me, more than words could say and well, I guess this is it. This is when we truly find out if Arwynn will ever get her happy ending. I am so anxious and nervous about this chapter that any feedback is greatly appreciated and welcomed. Thank you so much! <3 <3 *hugs*
Note: The quotes are from Dirty Dancing and Flavia Weedn in that order.
‘I love you.’
The words rang out in the air, so soft yet loud at the same time, filling every cavity and space of my body. I sat there in silence, stunned, unmoving and my limbs seemed to have been turned into lead. My tongue was heavy as it rested in my dry mouth and my heart let out a single deafening thud in my chest before it stopped.
can we pls have another riding harry's thigh ??? like maybe in the car after a date and harry just smirks the whole time because your so eager OH GOD OK SORRY BYEE
ALRIGHTY YOU SEND ME THE BEST REQUESTS AND I WANT TO DIE I THINK??
So you would be drunk as hell, and probably so would he. Maybe you would go out to dinner and a club or something.
You know the line in Temporary Fix thats like, “Feel you on my neck while I’m calling a taxi, climbing over me while I climb in the backseat” ? That’s exactly what it would be like.
You’d be at a bar, drinking a lot and just being flirty and in love. And finally, it would get to be too much, and he’d have to call a cab because he NEEDS you right here right now.
So the two of your disappear into a somewhat private area so he can call a cab, but the whole time you are FUCKING HIM UP with your hot breath on his neck and soft kisses to his jaw.
So he opens the door of the cab for you to let you climb in, and he climbs in slowly after you but you don’t even give him a chance to close the door before you throw a leg over him.
And he gets the idea immediately, closing the door so no one can get any pictures of this. He yells out the address quickly, just so the driver knows where to take you two, before putting his full attention on you.
You’re kissing his neck and, next thing you know, you’re straddling him and rolling your hips against his thigh, and he’s fucking smirking because holy fuck you’re so eager and he’s so horny and he can literally feel how wet you are against his jeans and he doesn’t even mind a little bit. And he tilts his head to fasten his lips to yours before quickly moving them to your neck and chest and ear to whisper dirty, nasty things about how badly he wants to fuck you. And you’re trying desperately to keep quiet because, for fucks sake, you’re in the back of a TAXI with some STRANGER driving but it feels so fucking good. Especially when he moves his leg up a bit, because he knows how damn good you’re feeling right now.
And with his lips against your neck and your hips rolling quickly against his thigh, he mutters, “Damn, baby, someone’s a little eager for me, yeah?”
And you can’t help but moan out a, “yes, baby,” and its a little louder than you’d intended, and you really don’t want the taxi driver to hear… but at the same time you really don’t give a fuck.
So you roll your hips a little faster and holy hell, its the most incredible feeling you’ve ever felt. And the whole time, he’s just watching your face with lust in his eyes. Watching every response you have: every whimper, every bite of your lip, every quick gasp/hiss. And he’s just so in AWE that someone so fucking PERFECT can get so much pleasure from just rubbing against the fabric of his thigh. And he loves it especially because he can feel you against him. Feel how wet you are. Feel your most intimate parts against his leg, and know exactly what you’re feeling.
So his hands find their way to your hips, where he guides you. Slowly, at first, just to tease you a bit. He doesn’t kiss you or anything. Not yet. Just because he absolutely fucking loves watching you. Simply watching the way your face twists up and your nose wrinkles, and your lips curl and finds their way between your teeth. He loves the little noises that bubble up out of your mouth. And the words you’re saying. “Fuck, Harry.” “Jesus, this feels so fuckin good.” “Yes, baby, move your leg just like that.”
He’s just so fucking in awe of you. He can’t believe that someone as flawless and sweet as you can be so fuckin dirty and… god, sexy. So, so sexy. He couldn’t love you more as your ride your way to ecstasy on the most innocent of body parts– his thigh. But he’s certainly not complaining.. Biting his lip and just watching; maybe moving his leg and rolling his hips a bit.
And just when you’re close, when you’re about to cum and scream in the middle of the limo, he attaches his lips to yours to silence the noise a bit. (After all, he can’t have the driver know what you’re doing, can he?) And he swears nothing has ever been sexier than the taste of your high-pitched moan in his mouth.
Congratulations, Mimi!!!! I'm so incredibly happy for you and think its awesome there are that many people reading your writing! You are amazing!!! How about, "Just five more minutes, Dean." smut or no smut, doesn't matter to me :)
Just Five More Minutes
Warnings: NSFW, smut, Sam smut, language, explicit content
“Will you two hurry up?” Dean yelled, his fist pounding incessantly on the door. “We need to check out before noon!”
Sam removed his lips from your neck long enough to shoot a glare at the door. “Just five more minutes, Dean,” he yelled.
You heard the elder Winchester stomping away, curse words floating back toward the door. The shorts you’d been wearing and your underwear were on the floor and you were on the bathroom counter, Sam’s hand between your legs. You’d come in here to make sure you hadn’t left anything in the shower but apparently Sam had other ideas.
He’d come up behind you, all hot, wet mouth, hard muscles flexing and straining as he’d turned you around and picked you up, pushing the towels piled on the counter to the floor. He’d yanked off your clothes and now those huge hands of his were sliding up your trembling thighs, his fingers teasing your clit and sliding into your wet pussy.
“Open my jeans,” he growled.
You obeyed immediately, you couldn’t not obey. When it came to your sex life, Sam was in charge. You’d accepted that willingly from the very beginning. He definitely made it worth your while.
He inhaled sharply when you closed your hand around his considerable length, groaning as you stroked him, his hips jerking wildly. You licked at his neck, the salty taste of his sweat filling your mouth. He pushed your knees apart, stepping between your legs. He lifted you up, his hands under your ass and let you guide him, entering you with one hard, deep thrust.
Sam’s lips slid over your neck and up your jaw, his teeth tugging at your earlobe as he thrust into you, his hips pumping in short, even bursts, his hands fisted in your hair.
“Oh fuck, Y/N,” he groaned. “Oh Jesus, fuck yes. You’re so tight baby, you feel fucking amazing wrapped around my cock.”
You moaned, your head falling back and hitting the mirror as Sam fucked into you. You dug your fingers into his bicep, holding on as tight as you could as your body rocked against his. The orgasm came out nowhere, slamming into you, fire pooling deep in your stomach and then you shattered apart, Sam’s name a curse on your lips as you came.
He slammed into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you, grunting, every muscle in his body tight and tense as his own orgasm hit him. He kissed you and set you back down on the counter. He tucked himself back into his pants, picked your clothes up and set them next to you. He ran his hands through his hair, winked at you and stepped out of the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind him.