#huge man

One of the reasons...

One of the reasons why you loved beefy Bucky... His body was huge like a bear, the beefiest man alive. Big arms, and even bigger dick. That drove you insane but at night he would ruin you with orgasms.

One of the reasons why you loved beefy Bucky... His enormous dick, it reached depths of your walls that no one did before. Always made you squirt and scream, every few days you lost your voice which made your friends question but you just smirked.

One of the reasons why you loved beefy Bucky... His chubby stomach, you could die while laying on him. You loved the feeling of your man being huge. Loved the way he laid on your body and made you feel things. Whenever he lays on you, you just take a deep breath and smile. No one was lucky as you.

One of the reasons why you loved beefy Bucky... His hands, he had enormous hands. He would grab things making everything look extremely small which always made you laugh. You loved the way he grabbed your breasts and ass cheeks, the way he fondled with them.

One of the reasons why you loved beefy Bucky... This man would cum loads, he would cum buckets everyday. He was scared you'd hate him for it or leave but instead you loved it so much. You couldn't get enough of his cum, couldn't get enough of him filling you up. So with that, you'd allow him to cover you in his load.

I need me a huge beefy bucky please I cannot function without him, I just imagine him pounding and pounding while keeping in headlock and pulling our hair so our head goes back. Looking into his eyes, as he pounds and kisses.

I also know for a fact that this man would have a huge breeding kink. He would fill you up, over and over. Even after it drips out, he wouldn't finish. When he fucks, his stomach would touch your behind as you would clench down on him. Him hitting the spot would make you all cross eyed. The pain from hair pulling mixed perfectly with the pleasure.

Your heart beat picks up, but you're unable to move. Muscles sore, body limp.

He spots you from a distance, long before you did him. He abandons the silence which he is normally adept to and lets each bootfall land with a soft thud, making sure his presence announced itself. All in an effort to not startle his poor prey too much.

Seems like a little rabbit got itself caught in his trap.

He doesn't speak, only humming in acknowledgement to your predicament. A deep and weirdly gentle sound, coming from a man from such a big stature.

He skillfully and gently releases your foot from the trap. This sends searing hot pain through you, making you cry out pitifully.

He shushes you. Big hands, rough from years of work, inspect your ankle.

Then without much warning, he picks you up with one arm. Holding you against his burly chest. In his other hand, he carries the trap.

Yandere Hunter carries you through the woods, now dark and unsettling.

You must have passed out because next thing you know, you're laying on a soft surface. A bed. His bed.

You feel your heart rate pick up again. Everything comes clashing down. You feel a headache forming and your ankle aching.

"You're awake."

This startles you. You head whips to the right and you spot him. The movement makes your headache flare up and you wince.

You hear a deep voice tutting at you. He approaches the bed and sits on a chair angled towards it.

He checks your ankle and nods to himself. "Bad wound. This will take a while to heal." He states.

You can make out an accent in his english, maybe german.

You just stare at him. A mix of fear and confusion on your face.

"....." you can't think of anything to say. Your mouth open, no words forming.

"You walked right into one of my traps. But you seem more of a little rabbit than a bear." He even chuckles.

This only unsettles you further.

He seems to notice. "Gunther". You look at him, probably bewildered. "That's my name little rabbit."

You manage a nod, at which he seems satisfied.

He then picks up a glass of water, which had to have sat on the side table and out of your sight.

He brings it to your lips and you drink. If only because his huge hands look extremely threatening, holding the small glass of water.

Just a few minutes later you feel drowsy. Breath slowing.

"Just a little something to you help you sleep." He says, still holding up the glass of water. As if seriously expecting you to take another sip after his comment.

'He drugged it?' Of course he did sweet thing.

You try fighting sleep, but after only few minutes of fighting, your eyes finally close. As you drift off, you hear a deep voice shushing you, a soft touch on your clammy forehead.

You lived in a small town, where everyone despised you. Despised you for having your life together, for being slightly rich, and for having beauty. The towns men wanted to be with you, while the girls wanted to be you.

You, however, wanted a husband, a husband who would fulfill your wishes, make you happy, and do everything couples do. So you went to a powerful witch, Wanda Maximoff. Asked her to help you find a husband and even joked about having her make one from wicker. But she wasn't joking at all; instead, she actually made someone. She made James Buchanan Barnes.

Your wicker husband.

His Hobbies:

— He's a big fan of reading and building things, often builds for you and the house.

— Loves nature and animals, takes walks while talking to the fur babies. He feeds them as well, basically his own kids.

— One day, he was randomly taking pictures of you, they turned out beautiful and since then he became interested in photography. Loves taking pics during sex too, has a box filled.

— He also tries out your favorite hobbies and enjoys them because he gets to spend time with you.

First Meeting:

— Your first meeting goes well; it was a bit strange but met your expectations.

— Your eyes fell on his body and how enormous he is, bigger than every man you met. Eyes blue and dark but body made from wicker. One of the arms was a slightly different color. But he looked perfect for you, making you blush.

— He looked at you for your next instructions. But you were too focused on him. "Hi, husband," you smiled and looked into his eyes. He felt awkward because he was new to this.

— He stared at you, a beautiful woman who was his wife now. Couldn't get you out of his head; he knew that he wouldn't let you go.

— You explained everything to him, and he nodded. Slowly he'll learn everything you tell him. He will be your husband, and you'll be his wife. A beautiful couple, with a beautiful marriage.

Understanding:

— Bucky takes his duties very seriously; first, he didn't know what husband meant until you explained. And now within a few days he was a perfect husband.

— Whenever you cook, he's behind you, holding you from your waist, kissing down your neck. He also helps around the house, making sure you don't get tired because that's his job for later.

—When you carry heavy things, he immediately grabs them.

— When you do laundry and bend down, he comes up behind you and grinds your ass on him.

— When you feel cold, he doesn't understand the concept of offering clothing, so he'll give you body heat.

— Overtime he learns that being a husband comes with responsibilities, the responsibility of helping you, keeping you happy, remembering little details, and being there for you.

Jealously:

— You guys visit the market, while he stands near and you browse fruits; a man comes up to you and starts flirting. Bucky feels that uneasy feeling in his chest. He does not understand it. however when the guy does not stop flirting, he comes up behind you and shoots him an angry glance. He tells him off, possessively kissing you. The man runs away afraid and embarrassed.

— His actions only made you feel happy but horny. The way he claimed you in front of him and protected you, no man had done that before.

— He is very jealous and possessive, but he comforts you. He tells you immediately that he doesn't own you but will protect you whenever he can. You always wanted a man like him, and at last you got him.

Domestic Life:

— He's very fond of the time he spends with you; every moment is special. It's peaceful and perfect to only have you in his life.

— He adores doing every small thing with you, from waking up to cooking to cuddling to having sex.

— His favorite word is wife. Every time he talks to you, he uses the word, and you realize that he loves calling you his wife.

— He feels like he belongs somewhere instead of feeling lost and unhappy.

When he feels down:

— Whenever you interact with different men, he feels down. He usually thinks that you only got him to use, abandon, and not commit to a relationship. He is afraid that you will leave him for someone else.

— Secretly, this man wants reassurance about everything, about being your husband and being in a relationship with you.

— One day he was extremely upset, but you comforted him. You reminded him that if he wants to leave, he can leave. But that idea repulsed him. Leaving you felt like burning in the fire. He can't imagine a life without you.

— You reminded him that he is your husband, his own person, has his own life, and is free to do whatever he wants. But at the end of the day, you will always choose him. Because he was there for you when no one was.

— Those words of reassurance are enough to bring a smile to his face and make him happy again. He knows that you truly love him. He knows that you would never leave him, trade him for anything.

Showing Affection:

— Your love language is affection. Whenever you are near, you have to kiss and hug. He also loves that. It makes him smile.

— If you're doing anything like a chore and walk past, you kiss him. Making him blush, he can't explain the feelings, but he loves it too much.

— You can never get enough of his kisses and touch. He learned that whenever he does something, you'll kiss him, so often he does something on purpose, making you laugh and kiss.

— You love it when those moments end in happiness and a smile on his face.

Night:

— Before you had a hard time sleeping, but now you melt in his arms and immediately fall asleep. He also sleeps better with you by his side.

— This man loves cockwarming; when it's time to sleep, he slides inside. Loves the feeling of your walls and warmness, which provides him comfort. You have agreed to this beforehand.

— Sometimes, he'll stare at you as you sleep. You don't question anything he does but find it adorable.

My favorite part — THE SEX.

— This man is extremely big; by "big" I mean more than 11 inches. The first time you saw it, you were laughing with shock. You did not know how that was going to fit inside. This made him blush.

— Bucky provided you with comfort and slowly opened you up first, making sure there's no discomfort for you. The first few times it was hard, but then your body got used to him.

— You both established no protection; you loved feeling him raw. His cock always reached the depths of your walls. Reached your G-spot, always making you squirt. And he came bucket full.

— You always felt his cock all the way into your stomach, sometimes you'd say your chest, but it felt impossible to be there. Your stomach always outlined the bulge, which he loved touching when he would fuck into you.

— Sex with him was amazing; you always tried out different positions. His favorite was missionary and cowgirl since he loved seeing your face when you came. He loved knowing that he brought you this pleasure.

— Sometimes he would only eat you out; his big nose would press up into your clit, making you roll your eyes in pleasure. His big tongue, had texture and was just as powerful as his cock.

— Bucky humps the bed while he eats you out, constantly bringing you to pleasure. His favorite part was overstimulating you, knowing you would beg for him to slow down, but he wouldn't (discussed pre-sex).

— Whenever he ate you out, you'd grab his hair and grind onto his face. His body texture made it even more fun to bring you an orgasm.

— After sex, he offers aftercare. Something you explained to him before. Wipes you down, brings you water and snack as he cuddles you. Sometimes when it gets even messier he runs you a bath.

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