#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.