Drabble dumpster

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Drabble dumpster
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Summary
A dumpster...full of drabbles. Potentially on fire.
Note
So i have way too many smol drabble fics, request ficlets, wip fics that ive given up on lol. So instead of having them just sit there because theyre too short or pointless or whatever im posting them here. Each chapter will have a summary and warnings if needed. Chapters will also be marked with (nsfw) most of these are not betaed.Ill probably post every few days until ive cleared out. _______Anon requested Steve fucking Bucky while wearing the leather harness.This took forever. If you see this anon, im very sorry.
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Fuck me up (nsfw)


Steves got buckys legs hitched up, wrapped high around his waist as he fucks into him. Pushing him up with each shove.

He's got that voice, fuck deep and taken over, whispers, “I wanna rip you apart” into bucky's ear.

Bucky barely registers it, head fuzzy, it takes a few seconds to process it and he can't do much more than dig his heels in and grab tight around Steve's neck, groaning.

Steve says it again, “Wanna rip you apart,” but this time he adds “rip you open and see what you look like from the inside,” and it pushes the most pathetic whimper out of Bucky's chest. He curls in and kisses desperately at the skin on steves neck. Hes got to force himself not to bite in, rip steve apart like some poor fuck thats dipped their hand into piranha infested waters.

Buckys never considered himself the cannibalistic type but sometimes he wants so badly to just eat Steve alive. Set Steve out and cut him up and eat him piece by piece until he's nothing but bones.

The real fucking beautiful part though, bucky thinks, is that steve would let him. God, Steve would let him do anything to him.

Steve shoves in real deep again, knees under bucky's ass that get him curling further and further up on himself. Steve's big mass of muscle that he calls a body forces into bucky, folding him up. Buckys not small but Steve, Steve's really not small.

Bucky grunts, looking down at the space between them, at his own dick against his own muscles and his own sweat. But steve, fuck, steve, all of his muscles pull in practiced synchronicity, like currents, like waters full of electric eels that with each roll in, make bucky's guts feel like hes getting shocked.

He wonders a lot how he might die one day. Maybe he can go somewhere where they still use the electric chair. What a fucking way to go. Thinks maybe right now is the closest to that he'll ever get.

Steve's hip bones shift, dick going in at an even higher angle because steves always had good aim.

He finally speaks, “Please, fuckin’ do it.” His throat feels like it's working against him so it comes out slurred, broken around the edges like he's drunk on something more than Steve's cock.

But Steve gets him that way. Steve gets him ways that nothing else gets him. Steve fucks him up more than anything ever will.

He's got an addictive personality. Steves the real habit he can't kick

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