Can I Request A Drunk Sex With Bucky Please 👀 With Him Being Dominating And Rough Towards The Reader

Harrychella  2022

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Warmth of You (Matt Murdock x GN! Reader)

Summary: You're cold, and Matt is warm. That's it.

Warnings: Pure tooth rotting fluff.

Author's note: My house being cold AF this morning and my bestie @what-the-hell from the Horny Hive inspired this lil drabble 😘

New York winters were something you were going to have to get used to. This particular night it was positively frigid, and no amount of blankets, socks, and flannel pajamas could save you from the bitter cold. Your boyfriend Matt was fast asleep next to you, but you were wide awake and shivering.

You felt the bed shift, and then a warm hand on your arm. Matt slowly rolled you over so that you were facing him. Little did you know, he could feel you shivering.

"Sweetheart, c'mere." He whispered as he hugged you to his chest.

"I'm sorry, Matt. It's just so cold. I'm not used to this."

"Shhhhhh. It's alright. You should have told me you were cold." He said before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I thought you were asleep. I didn't want to disturb you."

"You're never, ever disturbing me, sweetheart. I'll always keep you warm."

He caressed your cheek and placed a soft kiss there. You snuggled into his embrace and he petted your hair until you fell asleep. Once he heard your heartbeat even out, he finally fell asleep. You were warm and safe in his arms, right where you belonged.

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Honey, There's People That Are Dying

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You make Bucky fish your phone out of the pool.

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: Bucky in vacation mode, smut, outdoor sex, sex by the pool, ass slapping (i forgot what the technical term is), pain kink, dom!Bucky vibes, two feral idiots in love

18+ ONLY, IF YOU ARE A MINOR KINDLY FUCK OFF, RESPECTFULLY!

A/N: Who'd have thought a bunch of 'Bastian photos is going to get me out of my writing funk? I've never written anything so fast since the pandemic lmao. Enjoy~ NOT Beta'd, oops.

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“Bucky!” your shriek reverberates all throughout the villa, scaring a couple of tropical birds out of the giant tree that stood right along where the stone path ends onto the open yard. “I was about to close that deal!”

You huff and stomp your fresh Jimmy Choos on the poolside tiles, freaking out that your very hot and very hot headed boyfriend just chucked your phone into the clear waters of the pool. You took five minutes outside to take a very important business call, thinking it would be fine since your luggage, all seven of your suitcases, three of Bucky’s and a couple of duffle bags, was still being hauled upstairs by the staff of his vacation home.

“And you’re missing the view and the fresh air, sweetheart. We’ve been planning this vacation for months; that call should have happened before you got your sweet ass in the plane.” He steps into your space, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against him. He slides one thick thigh between your legs and smirks when you squirm at the contact. You whine when his grip tightens, his touch spreading goosebumps all over your skin.

Your hands grip his biceps as heat boils in your core. You stand on the tip of your toes, bumping your nose with his, lips almost touching you tell him, “Hmm… That call was worth 280 million.” You push up and take his bottom lip between your teeth, biting and pulling hard until Bucky yelps and pulls back, lip nipped open. “You better fish out my water proof phone or you pay me the same amount in cash before the sun sets on the view that I’m missing!”

You push him away and point to the small black rectangle chilling on the bottom of the pool. Bucky wipes his lip with his thumb, growling when he sees a blood. You were going to pay for that but right now the look on your face, flushed with anger and just gorgeously seething is making his cock hard.

“Now, Bucky!” you point again to the phone ringing under water, he thinks. He was going to send Tony Stark an email about making things too durable, missing the days when phones died when they catch a little drizzle.

“Sheesh, relax! Okay!” he raises both hands in surrender, walking to the edge of the pool as you crossed your arms and followed behind him. “Honey, there’s people that are dying, you know? And you’re freaking out about a phone.” You roll your eyes and gesture for him to proceed.

You expected him to kneel by the edge and fish it out with his hands but once again shriek loudly when he jumps into the pool, still fully clothed with his shoes on, splashing your sun dress and soaking you. By the time he resurfaces, he’s got your Stark phone in his hand and you grab it quickly.

“Thank you, honeybun!” you blow him a kiss and redial to return to the call. You apologize to the investor, smiling the whole time when you finally get them to agree to your terms. You were humming affirmations when you accidentally make eye contact with your boyfriend, giving you his most murderous gaze while he was soaking wet. His white shirt had become transparent from the water, giving you firm reminder of what you had at the tip of your fingers if you just started your vacation officially.

Bucky shakes the water out of his hair and pulls himself up onto the edge of the pool. His pants were sticking to his thighs that causes you to gulp loudly for air, stuttering when you miss something your investor says but replying dumbly when you see the massive tent in Bucky’s pants.

“Yeah… I-I mean, yes! All of that sounds great! Thank you, I’ll get back to you after my vacation. Bye, thanks!” you ramble and hang up, sticking your feet together and standing in attention. Bucky was full on seething, chest rising visibly as he continues to sit still by the pool’s edge. You wanted to apologize, to him and to your poor pussy that was currently dripping like a broken faucet, for delaying your trip activities when he gestures with one thick and lock finger and beckons you to go to him.

“You done?” he grits the question, jaw clenching in unison with your weeping hole. You nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. “Good, pull your skirt up and lie down here.” He pats his wet thighs and huffs impatiently.

You toss your phone to one of the nearby lounge chairs and quickly bunch your skirt up to your waist. “Buck—Honey baby— Hey, you were the one who wanted to go legit with the business! “ he tuts and you close your mouth. You were in trouble and the excitement curls in your gut pleasantly.

He spreads his legs wider to accommodate you as you lie on your stomach over him, your ass exposed to the cool tropical air. He runs the tips of his fingers gently from your calf to the back of your thighs until he reaches the curve of your ass, alternating between pinching your soft cheeks and squeezing a handful. You moan when he uses his other hand to push your head down and locking you there by the back of your neck.

“Now, I know how important your job is to you. And I know how fun it is to make money,” he slaps your left cheek hard making your head shoot up but he prevents you, making you squirm and feel on your stomach how much joy he’s experiencing right now when his bulge greets you, “but you have to remember, “ another slap, harder this time, “which is more important…” two successive slap and you grunt from the pain that makes your core clench.

“You, Buck! It’s you! You’re the most important thing in my life.” You tell him but he only responds with quick slaps on your throbbing ass. God you won’t be able to sit on it for a while.

“Sshh. I’m not asking a question, sweetheart, so there’s really no need to answer.” He switches to the other cheek and your arm shoots out from under you, aching to grab for something while you endured your punishment. “Stay still or we’ll be here longer.”

He swipes your hair away from your face and you get a glimpse at him, swollen lip as he breathes heavy, face flushed and gorgeous under the sun. Fuck, you were going to come just by looking at him. You nod and he winks down at you.

“Oh, honey, I forgot to initiate the count. Guess we have to start again.” He hums and makes you count to fifteen, tears rolling down your face by the time the last one hits your skin. “Oh, baby come here.” He scoops you up into his lap, legs pulled around his waist to straddle him as he coos at you, peppering your face with kisses. You squirm again when his raging hard on comes in contact with your soaked center and he can’t help but chuckle. “You need me, baby?” you nod and pout and scratch at his neck when you kiss him wantonly, moaning into each other’s tongues as he squeezes you with his large hands.

Bucky infuriated you to no end as both of you tried to control each other, fighting fire with fire, all-consuming with nothing left in your path. You made him crazy when you told him no just to piss him off even when you agreed with him or wanted the same things. And yet he wouldn’t change anything that he had with you. You kept each other on your toes, pulling each other’s string and getting on your last nerves.

Bucky pulls back from the kiss and you start sucking on his neck. “You wanna go inside for this or—“

“No—here—now. Please—“ you rush to tell him pulling at his belt as you kneel to get rid of his pants. He chuckles but agrees, gripping the side of your panties and ripping it in half, tossing it on the pool. He helps you pull his pants enough for his cock already leaking and flushed pink when you finally take it out.

He aligns himself quickly, rubbing the tip into your slick folds before the head penetrates your tight entrance. Fuck, you both cuss at the pressure and the heat. Bucky looks up at you in reverence as your face contorts while your pussy tries to accommodate him, mouth dropping open, no sound coming out just puffs of air that blow on his face. You looked beautiful as the sunlight formed a crown behind you as he splits you in half.

You whine when he finally reaches his hilt, nails digging into his skin as you try to regain your bearings. He does an experimental thrust and you cry out in pleasure, a sound he’ll never get tired of. He lets you set the pace first, he had to be as coherent as possible so he can see your face when you come on his cock.

“Go ahead baby, ride this dick. Make yourself come on your cock, sweetheart.” You nod and begin to move back and forth, using his shoulders as leverage. You swear softly, always surprised at his size and the magic that your body conjures to accommodate him—to take every inch of him with joy. You grind down on him as his hand palms your tits, pulling and twisting on your taut nipples until he pulls down your dress and puts them inside his heavenly mouth. He laps at them, teasing the peaks with the tip of his tongue and nipping at them with teeth. His hand then travels south and cups your ass making you whine and pull up. You sit on him heavily and the both of you grunt from the pressure.

“Again. Do that again—“ he scrapes his teeth on your jaw and licks you there when you do as he says and your core clenches harder at the impact. Bucky encourages you with dirty sweet things. Best pussy I’ve ever had, only pussy I need, soak me honey, fuck please, I need you to cream all over me.

When you pace falters, he takes over and thrusts up into you. Pace faster and harsher than your own, every stroke hitting you deliciously. He pulls one of your legs higher, almost at his shoulder level until he rolls you on your back, cupping the back of your head against the cool tile surface. The change of position gives him more access and he takes himself deeper.

The pain on your ass calls out to you and with all your strength you push at Bucky’s shoulder until you switch positions and you’re atop him again. You close your eyes and ride him faster, he assists you with two fingers to your clit and it powers you through and through, head raised to the clear blue skies until you get thrown into your climax. You clench around Bucky and he growls at the way your pussy tries to suck him all in. Your release triggers his and with a couple more strokes he fills you with his warmth, painting you with his seed, slowly thrusting up into you to mark every thing inside.

He places his hand around your throat as you savor your pleasure, writhing in his hold. He gives you a languid kiss as you come down from your high, rubbing soothing patterns on your back as his spend leaks out of you.

“God, I needed that. I-I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier,” you shyly tuck yourself in the crook of his neck, lying on top of him after getting post nut clarity of your behavior.

“Worth missing two hundred million?” you slap him on the chest and he chuckles, cupping your backside and making you hiss. “So… you in this vacation with me now or do you have anymore more calls to make?”

You sit up still straddling him, his cock still lodged inside you while his come escapes in thick, creamy waves. You smile down at him and clench your pussy around his semi hard on.

“If you eat me out until I pass out, I’ll throw my phone over the balcony and into the sea.” You slowly pull yourself off him and wobble back into the house.

“Fuck!” Bucky tucks his hardening self inside his pants again as he goes after you but not before picking up your ringing phone and turning it off, chucking it off into the bushes. “Wait up! Give me that pussy!”

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A birthday punishment and a birthday gift.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

Summary: After your boyfriend comes back home after leaving his birthday party early to let the Devil out, you play with him in the shower.

Word count: 2017

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI. SMUT, sub!Matt, dom!reader, handjob, choking, edging, just a tiny bit of overstimulation, praise kink, pet names (baby, sweetheart, sunshine), spending too much time in the shower (guys c'mon save water). Afab reader but no pronouns used.

A/N: I wouldn't say this is a tall!reader fic but I wrote it as being roughly the same height as Matt. I don't think it matters that much anyway so... enjoy!

Please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment if you enjoyed it <3

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You were sound asleep when he came back from patrolling. As always, he made his way to the shower before getting in bed, careful not to make any sound that could wake you up.

Matt was being extra careful tonight, though. You tried to hide it but you were pissed at him for leaving his birthday party early to go devil around the Kitchen. And he understood, you were right to be angry and he'd try to make it up to you later when you woke up.

The sound of the shower ended up rousing you from your sleep. Normally, you would've gone back to sleep, knowing your boyfriend was back, but you had other plans tonight.

You had been a bit angry initially when you got home from the party and he went to put on the suit instead of spending the night with you, but at the same time, what were you expecting? You knew who you were dating and you ultimately couldn't be mad at him.

You stripped from your pajamas and made your way to the bathroom. Technically, it wasn't his birthday anymore and you knew he'd be tired, but you still wanted to do something for him.

Matt had his back to you, facing the wall as he scrubbed his hair clean. You stepped inside, your arms wrapping around his body from behind as you buried your face on the crook of his neck, leaving a kiss there.

"Sorry for waking you up." Matt said, placing his hand on top of yours on his chest.

"It's fine… We have unfinished business anyway." You nuzzled him below his ear, hugging him tighter and pressing your front against his broad back, your hands starting to roam across his torso.

Matt shuddered, leaning instinctively into your touch. He always craved your touch, especially now when he thought you would still be mad at him.

"I'm sorry for goi-" He started to apologize, intending to turn around, but you shushed him and kept him in place, your nails dragging down his sides to the tops of his thighs, making his breath hitch.

"Be a good boy and let me do what I want." You said against his skin, gently sucking on it but being careful enough to not leave a mark.

Matt let out an almost inaudible "Fuck", tilting his head to give you more space on his neck, feeling the rush of blood to his already hardening cock.

You smirked at his response before resuming your kisses, moving to his back. You kissed and gently bit his shoulders, your hands moving to his chest to rub his nipples before going down his abdomen, grazing his skin while your lips kissed down his spine until you kneel behind him.

Matt kept himself still by pressing his hands against the tiles, letting his head drop as his breath quickened.

"Please…" He breathed out. Your hands were now exploring the inside of his thighs. He was painfully hard and you had touch him everywhere except where he needed it the most, the feeling on his sensitive skin almost maddening.

"I know, baby, you just gotta be patient…" Your hands now leaving his front to grope his ass, playfully biting on one of his butt cheeks and making Matt huff, before getting back up.

You kissed your way up his spine again before resting your head on his shoulder, one of your hands moving down the trail of hair on his abdomen and finally wrapping around his cock, slowly starting to move up and down his length.

Matt's head tilted back as a moan went past his lips, the stream of water now hitting his chest, his mouth slacking when your hand focused on his tip, the precum coating your hand.

You nipped at his ear and suckled on his earlobe as you picked up the pace, pumping him both faster and harder, the nails of your other hand digging on his hip where you kept him from moving.

Matt's moans got louder and his hips tried to sloppily thrust against your hand. Even with the water and steam saturating the air and muffling his senses, he could smell your arousal, feel your hard nipples and the strong beat of your heart on his back making his go even faster.

You felt him tense up when your other hand went to fondle with his balls, making you smirk, the hand on his dick keeping a steady pace.

"I'm gonna-Fuck, sweetheart I'm gonna cum." Matt struggled to say in between breaths.

That was your cue to stop, making him whimper at the loss of contact when he thrusted into nothing.

"Sorry baby, you can't come now. I'm not done yet." You told him, kissing below his ear, his neck and shoulder as your hands rub his hips trying to soothe him.

"Is… is this my punishment for going out tonight?" Matt asked as he panted, his hands dropping to his sides as he came down from the edge.

"Mhmm…" You hummed, trailing kisses from one shoulder to the other to give it some attention.

"I guess I deserve it." He huffed a chuckle.

One of your hands traveled across his body to grab his jaw, making him turn his head so you could see his flushed beautiful face.

"Open." You ordered him, your index and middle finger brushing against his rosy lips, waiting for him to let them in.

Matt obeyed without hesitation, humming at the taste of your fingers as they slid over his tongue.

"That's it, baby. You look so beautiful like that." You praised on his ear, the encouragement making him thrust into the air again, needing to feel some friction again as he sucked on your fingers. "So needy." You cooed, leaving a kiss on his jaw as your other hand went to wrap his painfully hard cock, starting to jerk him off again.

You kept fucking Matt's mouth with your fingers as you allowed him to fuck himself with your fist, his hands holding onto your arms. You didn't have to tell him, he knew he couldn't touch you when he was at your mercy.

You felt his hips falter, his body tensing up again, so you quickly took your fingers from his mouth with a wet popping sound. His lips searched for them for a second but they were gone, your hand grabbing the column of his neck, keeping him firmly in place without choking him, the hand on his dick slowing down and stopping right before he could come.

Matt whined and turned his head towards your face. "Please, sunshine, I can't take it." He pleaded, the hot air of his panting hitting your face.

"Oh but you can, my love. I know you can take it." You nuzzled his nose, your lips hovering his but not touching.

Matt tried to kiss you but you moved away, making him whine again when you kissed his stubbled cheek instead. He almost cried in that moment, not being able to kiss you being arguably worse than not being allowed to cum. "God, please, Y/n…"

You decided it was enough punishment for today and sighed. "Okay, okay… I'll let you come next time. You know I love it when you beg for me." You said, your thumb lovingly caressing his throat.

You reached your free hand between your bodies to cover your fingers with the slick pooled between your folds before taking his throbbing, weeping cock on your hand once again, knowing you'd get a reaction from your boyfriend with heightened senses.

And you were right, Matt had been smelling the sweet, tangy scent of your arousal this whole time, but having it coat his cock and mix with his own fluids made his eyes roll back, his mouth going slack again as he breathed through it to get a better taste of you.

You moved your fist up and down his length, slow and hard at first, then picking up the pace as he got worked up again.

He was a moaning, panting mess in your arms, rutting into your tight fist almost desperately.

He wasn't going to last much longer, so you decided to finally squeeze the sides of his neck, just enough to make him dizzy.

"C'mon, come for me, I know you want to…" You mumbled against his shoulder, looking down so you wouldn't miss it and kissing whatever skin was available as you encouraged him.

The throbbing in his ears and the light-headed feeling was just what he needed to tip him over the edge, Matt's hips erratically moving as his cum covered your hand.

You squeezed him tighter, slowly milking him until the last drop. "Mmm… that's it, my love. You did so well…" You praised releasing your grip on his neck and soothing his throat, peppering kisses along his jaw.

Thinking he was done, you went to pull your cum-coated hand away, but Matt quickly grabbed you by the wrist to keep it in place, rubbing his oversensitive dick against your hand.

"More, please…" He breathed out in a whine, testing the waters by holding your hand in his, making you make a fist around his cock to keep thrusting.

"Okay, just 'cause it's your birthday." You chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder and your free arm wrapped around his waist to rest there with his. "Let me see how you fuck yourself with my fist."

The friction is so addictively painful, making Matt want more and more of it even if he had already cum.

It didn't take a lot more thrusts for another orgasm to wash over him, making him tremble and hiss at the pain, his knees almost giving up as a few more drops of cum came out of his spent cock.

You gave him a last, gentle pump that made him shake, slacking against your body as his threatened to give up.

You shushed him, holding him tightly and rubbing your hand on his abdomen to calm him down.

Matt took a moment to even his breath out before turning to face you, his nose nuzzling yours. "Are you gonna let me kiss you now?"

"Yeah, c'mere…" You raised a hand to the back of his neck to pull him in, your lips finally connecting with his in a slow, tender kiss, Matt's arms wrapping around your waist to hold you tight against him.

Without breaking the kiss, he placed both of you under the stream of water, his hands leaving your waist to gently grab your face, intending to break the kiss to say something, but ultimately being unable to do it, indulging in the feeling of your soft lips brushing against his for a bit more.

"Let me do something for you too…"

"I think we've wasted enough water, Matt." You chuckled and reached to stop the running water, now that it had already washed away the remnants of Matt's orgasm of your skin.

"In bed, then." He insisted, nuzzling your nose again as his hands left your face to trail down your body.

"Don't think I haven't noticed the bruise on your ribs, Devil." It wasn't that you didn't want him to fuck you. In fact, that's all you had been wanting all night long. But he was hurt, and you knew he would not care if he made his injuries worse if that meant he satisfied you.

Matt sighed, rubbing your hip before smirking at you, leaning in. "I'll tell you what, we can go to sleep now or we can go to bed and you sit on my face. I don't have to move anything but my mouth." He said in a low, suggesting tone, the grip on your hip tightening at the thought of tasting you.

You bit your lower lip, your neglected pussy clench around nothing at his words. "Fuck, Matt… I can't argue with that."

Matt's smirk grew into a satisfied smile before kissing your lips again, more passionately this time. "Let's get out of here then, can't wait to taste my birthday gift."

Andrew Garfield as Spiderman #2: 

I’M LOSING MY FUCKING MIND?! 😩

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