#smutember

Love & Deepspace SMUTOBER ⋆˙⟡

Day 3 - Manhandling | Werewolf!Caleb x Little Red Riding Hood AU

(spicy september writing challenge — day 25) (keep in mind I’m not usually a smut writer)

⪼ pairing: post-tws!bucky barnes / mean!winter soldier x reader

⪼ summary: you wanted bucky to lose control, wanted him to claim you. you didn’t expect the winter soldier to come out—but when he does, you can’t bring yourself to stop him.

⪼ genre: smut • soft aftercare • sub/dom dynamics

⪼ warning: explicit smut (p in v) • breeding kink • rough sex • manhandling • possessive dirty talk •overstimulation • creampie • multiple rounds • Winter Soldier appearance • aftercare.

⪼ wc / cc: 1,024 words / 5,952 char.

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The room was quiet, save for your soft breathing as Bucky hovered over you, one hand stroking your cheek. He always looked at you like you were something fragile, something that needed careful handling.

“Are you sure about this, sweets?” he asked, voice husky but hesitant. “If I—if I let go, I don’t know if I can hold back.”

You cupped his jaw, brushing your thumb along his stubble. “I don’t want you to hold back, Bucky. I want all of you.”

His throat bobbed. His cock was already straining against his sweats, pressing hot against your thigh as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear.

“You want me to fuck you full?”

“Yes,” you whispered, arching into him. “Breed me, James. Don’t stop until I’m stuffed.”

The sound he made was guttural, torn from his chest. He kissed you hard, swallowing your gasp as he pushed your legs apart, dragging your panties down with one hand while his metal arm pinned your wrists above your head.

The first thrust was slow, controlled—his thick cock stretching you open, filling you inch by inch. You moaned, back arching, and he groaned against your throat.

“God, you feel perfect. Made for me.”

But then—something shifted.

Your voice broke on his name, moaning so desperate, so needy, it flicked a switch deep inside him. His breath came heavier, his grip on your wrists tightened, and when his eyes flicked up to meet yours, they were darker. Sharper.

The Soldier was awake.

And you didn’t stop him, it.

“Mine,” he growled, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in so hard the bedframe cracked against the wall. You gasped, but his metal hand was at your throat now, keeping you pinned, helpless.

“Gonna breed you ‘til you’re ruined for anyone else. You hear me?” His voice was rougher, deeper—commanding. “This cunt belongs to me.”

You whimpered, nails digging into his arm where he held you down. “Yes—yours, Bucky—”

“нет Bucky.” His eyes flashed, his pace brutal, rutting into you like an animal. “Soldier.”

He flipped you effortlessly, dragging your hips up so you were on your knees, face pressed to the mattress. His hands—cold metal and burning flesh—gripped your waist so hard you knew you’d bruise.

The sound of his hips slamming into yours was obscene, wet and loud as he fucked you harder, deeper.

“Take it,” he snarled, pounding into you. “Take every drop. Gonna pump you so full you’ll be dripping for days. Gonna fuck my seed so deep it won’t matter how many times you wash it out—you’ll still feel me.”

You sobbed, pleasure overwhelming as his cock hit that spot again and again. “Please—please, don’t stop—”

“Begging already?” His laugh was dark, cruel, but laced with heat. He shoved you down flat, chest to mattress, his weight pressing you into the bed as he fucked you from behind. “Good little breeding toy. I’ll fill you ‘til you can’t think.”

Your orgasm ripped through you, violent and shattering, and he groaned as your walls clenched around him. He didn’t slow—not once—slamming into you until his hips stuttered and he spilled hot and thick inside you, buried to the hilt.

But he didn’t stop.

His cum leaked out around his cock, down your thighs, but he just fucked it back into you, relentless. “Not enough,” he rasped, sweat dripping down his chest. “One load won’t do. Need to make sure it takes. Need to breed you properly.”

By the time his rhythm finally faltered, you were trembling, wrecked, the sheets soaked beneath you. He collapsed against your back, panting hard, his lips brushing your ear.

His weight pressed you into the mattress, his breaths jagged, and you could feel the tension still coiled in his body. The Soldier wasn’t fully gone—not yet. His grip on your hip was too tight, his chest still rising with that battle-born sharpness.

You tilted your head, whispering softly even though your throat was raw.

“Bucky. It’s you. It’s just you.”

He stilled.

“Not the Soldier,” you continued, voice gentle, soothing. “You’re Bucky. My Bucky.”

For a long moment, he didn’t move. His breathing was uneven, almost panicked, like he was afraid to let himself believe it.

You threaded your fingers through his hair, stroking softly, grounding him. “You’re here. With me. Not them. You’re safe, baby. You’re mine.”

That broke him. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, a shuddered breath escaping him. You felt the tremor in his body, the quiet unraveling as your words wrapped around him, pulling him back.

“Sweets…” His voice was hoarse, softer now, shaky. “I—did I hurt you?”

“No,” you whispered, turning your head to kiss his temple. “You gave me exactly what I wanted.”

The tension in his frame loosened. Slowly, carefully, hepulled out, watching the mess he’d made between your thighs. His jaw clenched at the sight, but his hands were gentle as they cupped under your thighs, lifting you, tucking a pillow beneath your hips.

“Gotta keep it in you,” he murmured, almost apologetic. “After everything…I still want this for us.”

You smiled weakly, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “I know. I want it too.”

He kissed your palm, then moved into physical aftercare as though it was second nature: fetching a warm cloth, cleaning you up carefully while murmuring praises under his breath. Every touch was reverent now—his thumb tracing your hipbones, his lips pressing featherlight kisses along your jawline.

When you whimpered as he shifted away, your hand caught his wrist. “Don’t leave me, Buck.”

His gaze softened immediately. He bent down, kissing your forehead. “Never, sweets. Never again.”

He scooped you up against his chest, holding you like you were something sacred. “I’ll run the bath for us,” he promised softly. “We’ll sit in it together. I’ll hold you the whole time.”

You nuzzled into his neck, voice small but certain: “You’re Bucky. Mine.”

His arms tightened around you as he carried you toward the bathroom, every step gentler, steadier—like your voice had tied him to himself again.

Throughout the month of September, we'll be celebrating our love for Callum and Rayla as a ship and as characters by exploring physical intimacy between them through all types of fan content. Whether you prefer your "sandwiches" sweet or spicy or somewhere inbetween, we hope you'll join us to celebrate!

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MYSTIC SMUTEMBER VOL.4 DAY 05 - Wet | DAY 06 - "Shh"

DEVOURED | 5,2k | Explicit | sterek | ao3

Tags: Derek is the Deity of Sex, Stiles is the Virgin Sacrifice, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Consensual Somnophilia, Public Sex, Free Use, everybody’s consenting to everything, and Derek doesn’t share, Possessive Derek

Summary:

Breathless, Stiles shifted his gaze up and went red from the knowing smirk on the deific face. The man’s red eyes sparkled in the moonlight, glowing like two fires on the tips of the candles. One of his thick eyebrows was lifted in amusement.

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