Ugh I Just Love Mob Bucky And Biker Bucky So Much

Ugh I just love mob Bucky and biker Bucky so much

Summary: Your biker neighbor invites you over for his birthday party. Just you and him.

Pairing: Biker Bucky x reader

Word count: 1K

Warnings; Smut, Minors DNI, 18+,

A/N: Hastily written, will correct mistakes later.

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)

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The loud bass from his music shook your window, your blinds swaying back and forth, casting dancing shadows across your bed. Despite holding your pillow tight around your ears, the indiscernible lyrics bounce around your dark room.

Four hours.

Four hours of his god-awful music. To be fair, he warned you he was having a party, but this was ridiculous. You have so much stuff to do tomorrow and damn it; you need your sleep. Flinging your pillow at the wall with a frustrated scream, you turn over on your side. Grabbing your phone off the nightstand, you tap the screen.

1:16

You push yourself up, muttering about inconsiderate sexy bikers while you shove a pair of shorts on. You’re straightening your t-shirt when the song ends and for a brief moment, you can hear yourself think, it’s so quiet. Quiet for the first time in forever.

“Finally,” you sigh, resting your elbow on your dresser. You rub the back of your hand across your face and move towards your bed.

Before you can touch the sheets, another song starts. Louder than before, now you can make out the lyrics. Kurt Cobain crooning “come as you are,” so clearly he might as well be next to you.

“I’m going to rip his head off,” you grumble, stomping out of your room. “No, no, I’m going to shove your bike so far down your throat, I swear to God,-”

You stop in the hallway, one hand on the wall, as you pull your shoes on. You fling your door open, looking around the block, all the other homes are still and dark, but not Bucky’s. Every single one of his lights is on, the music getting progressively louder by the minute.

You slam your door shut and jog down the stairs and head to his front door. You’re so upset you fail to notice that only his bike is in the driveway. No other cars or bikes.

You bang on his front door with your fist. “Bucky!” you scream, “Bucky!”

The music cuts off and you can hear rummaging inside; you hit his door one more time. He opens it mid-knock, catching your fist with his large hand.

“Damn, you look good, happy birthday to me,” he grins, holding your hand close to his bare chest. He lifts your fist up, looking you up and down, “bout time you showed up,”

“Wh-what?” you splutter, surprised at the sight of your neighbor wearing only a pair of tight black briefs and a brilliant smile

Bucky chuckles, “yeah, I was running out of songs, I’ve been waiting hours for you, I would have started with Nirvana if I knew that was going to be one to bring you over,”

“I-I uh,” You try to speak but then he kisses the back of your hand, his blue eyes flashing up at you.

“Cmon in,” he says, caressing the inside of your wrist with his thumb.

His skin is rough and calloused and the small circles he rubbing around your pulse feel good, for a second you imagine him doing to your clit. You drop your eyes to your feet, ignoring the growing throb in your cunt. Nope, no, you’ve avoided him since you moved in, you will not break now.

You shake your head, “I can’t Bucky, I’m only here to tell you to turn it down and you can’t play loud music to get me to come over to your house,”

Bucky smirks, “it worked didn’t it,” he laughs softly when your faces drops. He lets go of your wrist, cupping your chin in his large hand.

“It’s my birthday, don’t make me spend it alone,” his voice, deep and smooth, his bottom lip poking out in a faux pout. You fight off a grin, but he catches it and wrinkles his nose at you.

He pulls you to his broad chest, tilting his down, “there’s only one thing I want for my birthday, gorgeous,”

“What?”

He arches his brow, “you know what I want,”

Bucky has been after you since you moved in next door, his tough reputation preceding him. It’s at odds with the man who mows your lawn and fixed the drain in your sink.

Then again, he has refused to put up curtains, and he walks around naked too often, maybe he catches you peeking once or twice but you can’t help yourself.

He calls you gorgeous, but Bucky is stunning. And big. And thick. His eyes are captivating, those lips of his drive you mad sometimes.

“I think you want it too,” he murmurs, watching how your gaze drifts down to his groin. Your breathing is shallow, and it hastens when a tent forms the longer you stare.

“Sleep, I uh-,” you clear your throat, bringing your eyes up to his six-pack. “I need to go to sleep,” you would think looking at his stomach would be better, but then you see a thin vein going down his shorts and you’re back to staring at his bulge.

Bucky has an arrogant smirk plastered on his lips. He’s been wearing you down for weeks now, and he’s not giving up that easily. All he needs is one chance, and he doesn’t intend to blow it. Taking your chin again, he lifts your head up, lowering his mouth down, his stormy blue eyes locked on yours, “gorgeous, I will fuck you to sleep,” he promises, inhaling your gasp,

He brushes his soft lips over yours until your lips part. “Ah, that’s a good girl,” he says, kissing you so passionately you melt into his chest. He wraps his arms around you, walking you backward, kicking the door shut.

He guides you down the hallway, ripping your clothes off between kissing you until you’re half delirious with need. You barely get to see the inside of his room before he has you planted face down on the bed. His large hands lifting your hips up as you grip the sheets in anticipation. Bucky teases your folds with the swollen head of his cock until you’re writhing and soaking him with your slick.

“Please, Bucky,” you whine when he strokes your clit gently, “I need you,”

He loses control at the sound of you begging for him, “I’m right here, gorgeous, gonna take good care of you,” he swears, grabbing his shaft as he pushes into your hot, silky walls. An explosion of pleasure making him grunt when you grip him. He knew you would feel amazing, but this is beyond anything he imagined, “fuck gorgeous, you’re so tight, never leaving this sweet pussy,”

You push your head in his pillow, mewling his name when he hits a soft spongy spot in you. His fast, steady pace pushing to the brink with every stroke, filling you completely until you can only moan.

The symphony of skin slapping and your sloshing echoing in the room. Bucky lifts his leg up to go even deeper, making you deepen the arch in your back. He smacks your ass, “fuck baby, give it to me, cum for me,” he pants, pulling your hips back.

He reaches down, rubbing his palm over your swollen bud, “that’s it, that my good girl,” he groans when you try to jerk away, needing a small reprieve from the barrage of pleasure he’s drilling into you, your stomach tensing as your arms give out, “don’t run baby, you can take it”

He follows you down to the sheets, pumping in and out of you, his palm pressing down harder. The sensations surging through you, his hot heavy body caging you in until the coil breaks in you.

“Bucky,” you cry out mindlessly as he fucks you through your orgasm, hot white pleasure washing over you. Bucky kisses your shoulder, taking your hands in his,, your walls holding him so tight he can barely move.

“Fuck, fuck, shit I’m gonna-,” he bites down on your shoulder as he nears his release, a few more frantic thrusts until you fill warmth in your throbbing core, his body relaxing on top of you.

“Happy birthday,” you yawn.

He hums contentedly, pulling out of you gently. He rolls onto his side, his hand rubbing your back, “Gorgeous,” he says kissing your damp forehead, “that was everything I ever wanted, but now that I’ve had a taste, I want more,”

You smile drowsily as he kisses you again. “Now go to sleep so I can fuck you awake in a few hours,”

serendipity || captain allen x reader

for @thedevianthunterrk800 who unknowingly dragged me into the pits of hell dau. now i can’t play or watch footage without focusing in on this man.

“I’m sorry, ma’am but no press are allowed on the premise without strict permission.”

The accusation nearly stuns you at first, before you realize in fact that you never quite shed your work clothing before venturing out. Not that it did much good now that you were caught red handed, you plucked your badge from you neck and offered a placating smile to the receptionist android.

“Sorry, I’m here on personal business not journalistic ventures.” As if to prove your point, you rose the hand clutching the bag of take out. “Just a wife bringing dinner to her husband.”

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How it started:

Sunflowers. The scent blooms around him and Steve lifts his head so fast he bangs it on the undercarriage. He’s slid all the way underneath old man Fury’s buick, and all he can see are your ankles.

They’re the prettiest goddamn ankles he’s ever seen.

Another deep breath, and all he can smell are Omega and sunflowers and suddenly he’s dizzy, dropping the wrench loudly to the floor as he scrambles out from underneath the clunker he’s convinced not even he can fix. And then there you are—at first he can’t see you, silhouetted by the bright sun shining through the open garage door behind you, your curly hair set aflame by its rays.

He wipes the back of his hand through the sweat on his forehead. “Can I help you?”

“H-hi.” Your voice is so small he almost doesn’t hear you. “I, um, my car…” You step forward a little, and the first thing Steve thinks—when he can think—is by God, I’m gonna marry that girl. He sits up too fast again, and bangs his forehead on the open door. It’s while you’re dabbing up the blood with a damp cloth, your tongue poked out between your lips as you concentrate, that Steve decides he’s going to call up Bucky’s mother and ask her for the ring his own mother gave her for safekeeping.

He’s leaned against the tool bench, watching as you dip the cloth into the bowl of warm water, wringing it out before bringing it back to the gash on his forehead. “I’m sorry. You came here for me to fix your car, and you end up fixing me instead.”

You laugh, and it’s like bells. Beautiful and soft and light. “Do I get a discount, now?” You joke shyly, that little pink tongue darting out to wet your lips.

Steve chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“Whether you’ll go to dinner with me or not.”

How it’s going:

“It’s okay, man, you’ve got this.” Sam claps him on the back, and Steve swallows nervously, looking up at his friend. “Seriously man, it’s beautiful.”

Steve turns the ring over in his fingers. “What if she doesn’t like it? What if she says no?” The only thing he wants to see more than this ring on her finger is his mark on her throat, and suddenly he’s not sure if she wants either. Bucky scoffs at his uncertainty.

“Stop stalling, I think Natasha’s starting to get a cramp.” He jerks his chin up at the other Alpha, who is currently waving urgently for Steve to come up while the moment was right. You were sufficiently distracted by the sun setting over the majestic mountains, and Steve had slipped away to prepare. If he waited much longer, though, the perfect moment he’d been waiting for would pass, and the trip would be wasted.

He hurries over to the steps to join you on the observation deck. You’re always so aware of him—like you could find him in a crowd of a million people with a blindfold on, he just knows it. You turn and see him instantly, and Steve thanks whatever forces are watching that he’s stowed the ring safely in his pocket.

“There you are. I was wondering when you were going to come look at this with me,” You say softly, gesturing at the magnificent view. Steve tries to calm his racing heart.

“I’m sorry. I was, uh, busy.” Your eyebrow quirks.

“Busy?” You frowned a little. “But you asked to come here.”

“I had to help Sam with something.” This is not going well. “But it’s all taken care of now.”

“Oh. Well, you’re here now. Do you want to take some pictures?” You ask, brandishing the camera on the strap around your neck as you beam up at him. “It’s the golden hour.” You joke, snapping a picture of Steve’s carefully composed casual expression. He backs up against the railing, his sweaty palms almost slipping on the metal. You’re so beautiful in your little white sundress, and of course you’re wearing the locket he gave you, the one with the goofy picture the two of you took at the mall.

“Do you love me?” He asks suddenly, and you stop in the middle of taking another picture.

“What? Steve, of course.”

“And you want to be with me, right?”

“Of course! Steve what’s going on? You’ve been acting weird all night.” You lower the camera, your gaze concerned. Steve catches sight of Natasha, standing innocuously in the crowd, her cellphone raised as she records. She gives Steve a thumbs up, which only serves to make him more nervous.

“I, um.” He clears his throat and drops down to one wobbly knee. “Goddammit, I want you to marry me, doll.” He gropes for the ring in his pocket, and for a panicked second he doesn’t feel it, until his fingers brush cool metal. He pulls it out with trembling fingers, almost dropping it. He licks his dry lips as he looks up into your shocked face. “Sugar?”

And then you tackle him.

It almost sends both of you and the ring flying over the edge of the observation deck and into the trees below, but Steve catches you breathlessly. It takes his brain a moment to sort through the adrenaline of the moment, and then he can finally make out what you’re saying—

“Of course I’ll marry you—love you so much—thought you’d never ask—” All between peppering his face with soft kisses, your own cheeks wet with happy tears.

You barely make it back to the room before he’s tearing at your clothes, his mouth hot on your throat as he feverishly slips the sundress from your body. When his hand dips between the soft flesh of your breasts after kissing you breathless, he finds you wet already.

He lowers your mewling form to the bed, and when he slides inside you, he whispers that he loves you. How much he’s always loved you, right from the beginning. “Dammit, knew you were made for me, sugar.”

You’re a sloppy, panting mess on his knot by the end of it, blissed out and yet still reaching for him as he pulls you flush against his chest. His teeth rasp over your skin, and there’s no hesitation when you tip your head submissively to the side, and let them slide into your flesh. You whine and clench around him again—he’s lost count of how many times he’s made you fall apart tonight—and he spills into you again, his knot throbbing inside you.

The two of you are panting in the dark and Steve treasures the sight of your face, illuminated by the moon. “Do you like your ring?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love it.”

“Good. I can tell Sam to return the others,” He breaths, his chest unknotting.

“Others?” You pull away to stare at him. “Steve, how many rings did you buy?”

“…Four?”

Fin

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❝scent❞

summary ─ “you’re one eager and hungry kitten,” bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly.

pairing ─ alpha!beefy!bucky barnes x tiny!omega!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, heat/rut sex, breeding kink, marking kink, sort of marathon sex, pet names, belly bulge

a/n ─ holy shit. hope you like it skjfhsdjfhskjf please leave a comment if you do! thank you <333

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KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-FOUR: alpha!beefy!bucky + tiny!omega!reader + heat/rut sex + breeding kink

You were humming to yourself as you fluffed the pillows you had laid on your bed; whatever you had in the apartment that was categorized as ‘soft’, you had it on the bed. Your heat was close, too close even. You could pick up the telltale signs of your pre-heat, hence the nest you had built. Your body was too warm lately, you got aroused a lot more easily than you usually did. You knew that your scent had changed, too. The looks you got while walking down the street after doing a week’s worth grocery shopping told you enough.

Only thing left to do was waiting for it to hit you.

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> aot men x sexual positions (+18)

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warning for smut content, creampies, and Eren’s and Zeke’s parts mention rough sex. Spanking. Oral. Praise, pet names. All with fem!reader. Bonus: Dirty talk for all of them.

contains: reiner, eren, porco, zeke, connie, jean, erwin, levi, and armin

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Reiner fucks you standing up like you’re absolutely weightless, with his large hands sprawled possessively on your ass cheeks as he moves your body up and down on his fat cock, watching as your tits bounce in front of his flustered face until he can’t take it anymore. He almost lets you fall when he cums, but he often staggers towards the bed and lets you ride him to make up for it. “Shit, you’re so p-pretty like this... God, baby, you’re being so good for me, you were born to take my cock. Wish I could fuck you forever.”

Eren fucks you from behind, most likely against a wall, one hand holding you by the hair and the other grabbing and spanking your ass until you’re crying out his name. He’s harsh with his thrusts, pressing your face against the wall and making you take every inch of him until he’s satisfied with the way your ass is moving for him. It’s always a russian roulette when it comes to his release, but he likes to either cum on your back or he turns you around, pushes you down to your knees, and makes you swallow it all. “Be a good fucking girl and take my cum like you mean it, uh? Wanna see your pussy dripping with it after I’m done.”

Porco is a doggy kind of guy, holds onto your hips for dear life as he watches his cock splitting you open, and totally likes to fuck you harder just so he can watch your ass moving for him. Thinks you’re so hot like that he has to close his eyes so he doesn’t cum like super fast. Porco likes to lean in as he’s about to cum so your back is pressed against his chest, kissing and licking your neck until he’s losing it, filling you up to the brim as he moans your name. “Shit, baby, this pussy feels s-so good, making me f-feel so good... please tell me I can fill you up, please? Fuck, baby, I want it so bad.”

Levi, surprisingly, is into some good old missionary. He likes watching your expressions as he touches you, thinks it’s enticing the way you look up at him like he’s your entire world, all dazed eyes and drunken smiles. He has to hold himself back from closing his eyes when he’s about to cum, because he just wants to see you come apart on his cock, and usually overstimulates himself until you’re reaching your high as well. “Just like that, love, look at me. Look at me while I fuck you, I want to remember that pretty face before I ruin it.”

Erwin likes to fuck you while you’re sitting on a table/desk and he loves to kiss you when he does it — hearing your muffled, desperate moans against his mouth and those pretty, sharp intakes of air only makes him want to fuck you harder. Bonus points if you interrupt his work to tease him until he breaks, or if you offer to clean him up with your mouth after you’re done. Also likes to fuck you from the back. “Doing so well for me, doll, I’m sure you can take me deeper, hm? That’s right, you’re such an obedient, good girl for me. Makes me so proud.”

Armin enjoys the most when you two are laying on your sides, cuddling, and you rub your ass against him until he’s painfully hard, practically forcing him to plunge his fat, throbbing cock inside your tight heat until that ache goes away and you’re squeezing him like you’re made for it. He’s a little apologetic about being so needy at first, whining and tripping over his words, but, by the time he’s moaning and begging to cum, he doesn’t even care about it anymore. “I c-can’t pull out, I’m sorry, you just f-feel s-so good... I’m gonna cum inside, I’m sorry, I just c-can’t— I can’t stop...”

Jean is in heaven when you’re riding him and he has the perfect view of your tits bouncing and his cock diving inside your tight little pussy. He always cums super fast like this, lost in the way you look almost divine as you use his cock however you want, and he can’t even be embarrassed about it. You don’t seem to mind that much either. Bonus points if it’s early morning and you quite literally look like an angel with the sun’s golden halo dripping over your hair and skin. He might tear up. “J-Just like that, baby— f-fuck, oh my god. It just feels so good, you look so hot, I can’t— I don’t think I can hold back, baby, please, fuck, ride my cock, fuck.”

Zeke knows he’s a little rough when you two fuck, keeping one hand around your throat and your legs pushed up against your chest as he drills his cock inside you. Having you on your back in a mating press is his favorite, this way he can watch every little muscle twitch and hear every sound you give him. Zeke adores how you cry and moan for him, begging for more until you’re too dumb to even say anything else. He loves you, you know that, but he seriously fucks you like he hates you. “Shit, princess, such a wet little cunt. Bet you like to feel me this deep inside your pussy, uh? Bet you’re fucking dripping all day just thinking about having my cock.”

Connie is rather playful during sex, and he likes the most when you’re on top, but he’s still controlling the movements. He’ll hold you in place firmly by the waist and fuck up to you, cock diving deep inside your pussy as he watches you throw your head back, legs shaking. He usually doesn’t stay in this position for long, instead getting tired of the angle and rolling the two of you over, but he enjoys it while it lasts. “S-so tight, fuck, it’s like I can’t even move, I can’t— shit, look at me. You’re so hot, you’re gonna make me cum so hard.”

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