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Kinks everywhere.

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cant wait to start feeling normal again I think to myself knowing that i have not once felt normal not at all my whole life not ever

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This story is so deliciously sweet ! Got me aqualing and kicking my feet like a little girl ! OMG Bucky forever the gentleman.

A Gentleman | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Oneshot - 1.7k

Summary: It's date number three with Bucky and you've got a plan to impress him, except 40s underwear isn't quite as simple as it seems.

Warnings: 18+ for themes and language. Bucky Barnes is a gentleman...sorta, suggestions of smut, shameless flirting

Challenges: @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer Week 1 - "What should I wear?" (lingerie )

Credits: images from Pinterest divider by @firefly-graphics

Request: I am SO SORRY this has taken me probably over a year, so long that I can't even tag Alana anymore. I'm sorry!

"Hi. Can I ask you for a little fic where reader a little nervous comes up to bucky and asks him to show her how to put on suspender belt and stockings. She doesn't wear that normally and admits to him that she bought it especially for him and is now a little overwhelmed with all the ribbons and little hooks..... In the end she can't believe how sexy she looks, according to our gentleman from another century helped her put on the lingerie...

Love and hugs from Bavaria"

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes

“But, what should I wear?” You whined, rubbing a hand down your face in exasperation. It’d already taken you four hours out in New York with your best friend just to pick a dress to wear, but now she’d raised the question of what would happen after your third date and a lead weight stamped with the words overwhelmed and underprepared had settled in your stomach. 

You’d been fantasising about this moment since you met Bucky at an all staff Avengers away day. By luck you’d been put on his team for paintball and, after a very sweaty afternoon running around the woods of the Avenger’s compound, Bucky had shaken your hand and walked away with the rest of his actual friends. Leaving you covered in paint and ridiculously horny. 

For weeks you’d been trying to find an excuse to see him again, until he appeared at your desk with a spurious question about how your team went about purchasing the coffee for the residential areas which led to a coffee date the next day. He’d admitted that he liked you too, and had regretted his nerves stopping him from asking you out when you’d met before. 

When the coffee shop insisted that you left at closing time you’d hoped to see him again the next day. But the Avengers had flown out early the next day and you’d spent a long time wondering if it had been a fluke, a dream even. 

Bucky appeared again two weeks ago, looking slightly worse for wear but otherwise okay, and had invited you to try a new restaurant in the adjoining town, holding your hand and opening the car door for you like a gentleman when your work day finished. He’d even walked you back to your little apartment, just a few streets away from the restaurant and that’s when he’d kissed you. Soft and slow and not nearly enough to satisfy the deep ache inside of you. 

Now it was time for date number three and you were determined to invite him in this time. He’d arranged to take you to one of Tony’s charity events, which had caused a frankly uncountable number of panicked late night internet shopping sessions before you’d settled on a 40s inspired knee length gown.

 It had a sweetheart neckline that complimented and drew attention to the shape of your breasts, covered by a delicate, flowered lace that came up to your neck and over your shoulders in short caps. The black silk fell to your ankles in a wide skirt and you’d even found some vintage dancing shoes to wear. 

But now you were more concerned with what you were going to wear underneath. What would Bucky like? Moreover, what would he expect? Had the others filled him in on the three date rule? Would he want to wait longer? 

Thankful for your friend, you began to wander past the shops again, pulled along by her firm hand. She paused outside of a lingerie shop and turned you by your shoulders. “You’ve already gone for a 40s style dress, why not go the whole way?” 

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Tonight was the night and you were absolutely sure it was going to go horribly wrong. 

You’d managed to get your bra on okay, that was very similar to a modern bra, and the French style knickers were very comfortable, like little shorts with lacey edges. But the garter belt, god, the stupid garter belt. Why was it so hard! 

You were still sobbing, yanking at the elastic and fiddling with the buttons when your doorbell rang. 

Fuck, how could it be 8 already? Had you really spent almost an hour on these silly buttons? 

You peeked out of the window. 

Bucky had, like a gentleman, insisted that he would bring his car down from the compound to drive you back up for the party, and he now stood on the side of the road in an immaculate suit, his hair combed back neatly rather than the usual adorable scruff. 

Hurriedly you pulled on your dress and buzzed him up, trying to stay behind the door as he climbed the stairs. 

“Hey, you ready to go?” He asked, slipping into the apartment and politely waiting by the door. You closed it slowly, trying to hide the fact your dress wasn’t even fastened properly. 

“I’ve just gotta - go and - I need to -” You stuck your thumb behind you, indicating the disaster area that was your bedroom. 

“You okay?” Bucky asked, frowning. 

“I’m just nowhere near ready, Buck, I still have to…do some things.” You hesitated to elaborate and started to back away. 

“But you look, god you look stunning, what else do you need to do?” His eye caught on the lace of your shoulder, which was making its way slowly down your arm. “You need me to zip you up?” 

“No! No!” You held your hands up, “I’m fine, just make yourself at home.” You gestured to the sofa and kitchen, “sit down.” 

It was at that moment that your underwear decided to betray you, the only clasp you’d manage to do pinged open and your stocking fell down to your knees. 

Bucky looked down at your feet, one bare and one stocking, the rest of the fabric slowly falling down your leg, and then he looked back up at you. Your eyes welled with tears, as if you didn’t feel humiliated enough that you were so inept you couldn’t even put the underwear on right, now Bucky had seen it too. 

“Do you need some help?” Bucky offered again. 

You shook your head. 

“Are you sure?” 

Once more you shook your head. Bucky raised his eyebrow. 

“I can put that on for you, if you’d like?” 

You paused and stared at him, so earnest and concerned, not a hint of laughter or disdain in his eyes, and your worry dissipated. 

“I can’t do it.” You admitted, holding back another frustrated sob, “I just wanted to look nice for you and I can’t do it.” 

“Oh no,” he pulled you forwards, wrapping you in his arms and rubbing the bare spot between your shoulders where your zipper had slid back down again. “I’ve gotta tell you, just the thought of you buying this outfit and what you’ve got hidden underneath…Doll, you’re so beautiful.” He tipped your head up and placed a chaste kiss on your red lips. “So.Beautiful.” He punctuated his words with kisses and pulled away, a smear of red lipstick on the corner of his smile. 

You laughed, wiping it away with your thumb and he brushed your tears away. 

“Let’s get you ready. What do you need help with?” 

“The stockings.” 

“Okay, come and sit down.” He led you to the sofa where you perched on the edge and he knelt before you. “Can I?” Bucky asked, his hands on the hem of your dress, waiting for your nod of approval before pushing the fabric up past your knees. 

“How do you even know how to do this?” You asked, allowing the creeping thoughts of other women to enter your mind. It was unfair, you knew, you were hardly a virgin. But it still made you jealous. 

“A gentleman never tells, but -” Bucky put your foot on his leg, “we do always help a damsel in distress.” 

Underneath your dress, the lace of your underwear pulled tight across your thighs and the delicate elastic of your garter belt pointed down to the silky stockings. Bucky bit back a moan and shuffled on his knees, trying to hide the tightness of his suit trousers. 

His touch was gentle as you slowly rolled your stocking backup your thigh, holding it with one hand while he fiddled with the clasp with his other. He lifted your leg and settled your foot on his chest so he could reach beneath you, fixing the clasp on the back of your leg as well. You took a deep breath, trying to keep your thoughts under control as you watched Bucky, on his knees, gently caress your leg rolling the second stocking up and stopping short of the apex of your thighs where you felt a sudden burst of heat. 

“Bucky-” you breathed, clenching your hands in the smooth fabric of your dress. 

“Don’t crease it, Doll.” He chastised, pulling your hands away, “if you need somewhere to lean-” he pulled you forwards, setting your foot on his chest and your hand on his shoulder. He was so close now you could feel each exhale of his breath rush up your thighs, “you can always lean on me.” 

“Such a gent.” You giggled. 

“Always.” He winked, ducking his head back down to do the clasp at the back of your other thigh. 

Before you could apologise for what was now surely a tell tale damp spot on your silky knickers, Bucky was standing up, patting your dress back into place and smiling down at you. “Finished.” 

“Oh, yes, finished.” You agreed, dizzy with desire. He held his hand out to help you off the sofa and Bucky stood politely again, waiting for you to be ready to go. If he’d been able to sense your arousal, he didn’t say anything, but you could see the obvious bulge in his slacks when he turned away from you to look out of the window. 

With one last slick of lipstick you made your way to the door, “shall we go? - Oh! I forgot to zip up my dress, just a second.” Bucky put his hand over yours, stilling your movements and bringing the zipper up at an agonisingly slow pace. His hands brushed back down your sides and his lips touched your shoulder. 

“Would you think it was rude, if I said I didn’t want to go anymore?” 

You reached a hand behind you, grasping the short hair at the back of his neck and holding his lips against your skin. 

“What did you want to do instead?” You panted, breathless already with just his hands on your waist. 

“I want to pull that zipper back down.” He growled. 

You spun in his arms, both hands now buried in his hair, your body pressed against his so tightly you weren’t sure where you ended and he began. 

“I thought you were being a gentleman?” You giggled, before he grinned, bending down and kissing you. 

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I cannot fathom in words how this story gutted me and brought me back to life. It is utter perfection that got me wishing I had the heart of Ivar the Boneless until I become ashes. I would love to be his Little Shark.

Thank you so much darling for woving this beautiful story ! Thank you for sharing all your works and magic with us. <3

I have read and re read this story many times now, and it brings warmth and happiness to my heart. I am glad I can finally share it on my tumblr.

Faint Of Heart Masterlist [Ivar x Reader]

Hello my loves! Here’s the much delayed masterlist for Faint Of Heart, including your amazing and talented oneshots and headcanons and art! <3 This story wouldn’t be the same without you, thank you! <3

Gif by: @jeffreydeanmorgans

Summary: An arranged marriage gets complicated when feelings get involved. 

Chapter 1: Nothing good comes after midnight

Chapter 2:  Dangerous always conquers pretty.

Chapter 3: Understanding someone’s feelings is always difficult

Chapter 4: Lying can be quite easy.

Chapter 5: Calmness is only a trick.

Chapter 6: A gift can mean many things.

Chapter 7:  War doesn’t only take place on battlefield.

Chapter 8: Being cold can be learned.

Chapter 9: Past tends to come back.

Chapter 10:  Anything can happen during a dinner.

Chapter 11:  It was cursed from the start.

Chapter 12: Midnight is not for sleeping.

Chapter 13: Viking Queens are supposed to be strong.

Chapter 14: Making an impression is important.

Chapter 15: Falcon captures the serpent.

Chapter 16: Peace has its own time.

Chapter 17: Sometimes, bliss follows the nightmares.

Chapter 18: Spending time apart can change people.

Chapter 19: Being adaptable is important for planning.

Chapter 20: Underestimation can be dangerous.

Chapter 21: Anger does not have to be loud.

Chapter 22: Then, bliss ends.

Chapter 23: Pain doesn’t last forever.

Chapter 24: Apologizing can make things worse.

Chapter 25: Pretending is difficult.

Chapter 26: Rules of war can be used differently.

Chapter 27: Plans change.

Chapter 28: Some battles are fought beside friends.

Chapter 29: Every story has its end.

Faint Of Heart Headcanons

[Faint Of Heart Sequel Oneshots] :

Poison:  Everyone has limits that should not be crossed.

Fickle Love:  Love does not care about social status. 

The Wolf:  Nightmares are always scary.

[Faint Of Heart Modern Au Oneshots]:

Valentines Day Oneshot: There are many ways to celebrate Valentine’s Day.

[Talented Faint Of Heart Family and Their Art/Oneshot/Series <3]

A lot of different series and oneshots based on Faint of Heart by : @rhabakoli

Faint of Heart - Big Brothers oneshot by: @theladybiers

Faint of Heart- Floki and gifts oneshot by : @shy-violet-soul

Faint of Heart Baby Shark drabbles Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  by: @finnickfoxes

Faint of Heart Baby Oneshot by: @shy-violet-soul

Playlist by: @alyssiamarierenee

Amazing gif set by : @jeffreydeanmorgans

Moodboard by : @xhaleesii

Faint of Heart Queen Art by : @aikeji

Moodboard of Ivar and the Queen by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Bookcover by: @sfyri

Moodboard by: @mamaraptor

Moodboard by: @alyssiamarierenee

Bree’s moodboard by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Bree / Edgard / Bjorn moodboard by: @enchantingcupcakecollectionfan

Queen and Ivar moodboard by: @enchantingcupcakecollectionfan

Edgard moodboard by: @sfyri

Faint of Heart fandom art by: @sfyri

Faint Of Heart moment by : @sfyri

Instagram related art found by: @marvelsvalhalla

Queen and Ivar’s Children Moodboard by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Gala/ Hvitserk and Bree/ Bjorn Moodboard by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Runa and Kinsley Moodboard by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

You guys are the most talented people I’ve ever met in my life, and I can’t thank you enough my darlings! <3 I love you so much! <3

Disclaimer: Vikings belongs to History Channel

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OH MY LORD this series is just getting better and better, Angel really needs to watch The Godfather, or maybe not, she already has one all for herself. I believe she's a quick learner. ;3

The Sinner and the Saint Ch 9

Pairings: Mob!Boss Bucky x f!reader

Warnings: NS/FW, f!reader, language, reader is referred to by her stage name of Angel, pet names, everybody has secrets, reader is insecure, discussions and descriptions of maf!a level violence, conversation about int!mate details, D/$ dynamic and talk, metaphors and mentions of alc*hol and dr^gs (Bucky does not deal dr^gs)

A/N- trying a different format here just to see if I can. Thoughts on this style are appreciated. Thank you for your patience. This series means a lot to me, and so I want to make sure that every chapter is solid going out. Between my anxiety, paranoia, and 12-14 hour workdays, that means a long time between chapters. I thank you for your understanding, and please know that I’m always thinking about the next chapter and writing whenever I can. <3

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. MINORS DNI. THIS IS AN 18+ STORY ONLY AND IS NS/FW. I DO NOT CONSENT FOR ANY OF MY WORKS TO BE COPIED, REPRINTED, OR TRANSLATED ONTO ANY PLATFORM EXCEPT MY OWN. Likes, comments and reblogs deeply appreciated.

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

“So,” he said, reaching for his glass. “You said you have a million questions.” He smiled challengingly at you. “Where do you want to begin?”

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This is just OMG hell fire 🔥🔥🔥 Thank you so much for writing this !

Sergei nsfw a-z 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Please & ty

✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Sergei Kravinoff x F!Reader ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ Kraven the Hunter ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ This is a NSFW Alphabet, so consider this your only trigger warning. ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I'm hoping you enjoy this. Kinda going off gut instinct with Kraven here. ✧*̥˚ IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist | Aaron Taylor-Johnson Masterlist *̥˚✧

A = Aftercare

Aftercare isn't always something he thinks about, but when it does cross his mind, he's very thorough with it.

He's got your favorite and even special finger foods and blankets on stand-by.

He'll also likely take a bath with you if he's not pampering you with a full milk bath as he washes you carefully.

He'll pay attention to every nook and cranny.

Likely no spot will go untouched or unkissed.

Careful, he might talk to you like you're this precious little thing that's breakable, but this boy knows you're anything but.

B = Body part

He's a boob man for sure, but he's also an ass man.

Fuck it, this man just loves your whole body, there isn't a part of you he doesn't want to touch.

He loves the view of his hands cupping your breast.

He also loves hips. He loves to bite 'em and kiss 'em.

Your eyes, he loves to look into your eyes while he's fucking you.

His favorite body part on himself, his hands.

He cherishes his hands, the amount of damage he can do with those hands, and the amount of flesh he can touch with those hands, those are his prized possessions.

C = Cum

Oh... in, on, around, he has no preference.

But it's not just on you.

He hopes you like cleaning it off his stomach... oh boy

He loves the idea of it dripping down your leg.

Loves to hear you beg for it.

He also very much enjoys doing it in the shower.... so chances are, it's on that shower wall.

D = Dirty secret

He is into pet play... Meow

He's got a daddy fetish, you just gotta find that right moment.

He loves a girl that is a freak in the sheets or in general.

He's into BDSM, he's gotta be a rigger.

E = Experience

He isn't lacking in that department.

He likely has a whole box full of fun stuff under his bed.

Have you seen him?! How can you question

This boy knows WHAT HE'S DOING!

He's not one most girls flock to so "picking up chicks" isn't always on his agenda.

He's good with his hands.... he can kill a man with his bare hands.... or a large animal..... Think about it... let it sink in....

F = Favorite position

Oh he absolutely loves you on top, he loves to watch em bounce.

He also loves to be behind you. Gripping onto anything.

Chances are any position is his favorite.

He's a groper, so any position where he can do that is perfect for him.

G = Goofy

If you can't laugh, then it's not with the right person.

He loves to hear you laugh, so even if it's odd typing, for a joke or a tickle, he's going to do it.

He's playful... always... or at least he tries

Also might want to consider taking up roleplaying... a piece of prey and a predator... never off the table.

H = Hair

You know he takes good care of that luxurious head of hair.

He loves it being pulled and touched.

He loves feeling you run your fingers through it.

He loves feeling you twirl it around his fingers.

He might also love someone who has a small hair fetish.

I = Intimacy

This boy loves to love you

He is always going to keep you close

He loves to cuddle and very much enjoys being around you.

He has no issue being intimate with someone he genuinely connects with

To him, intimacy is more than just sex. It's also about connection, and about how you feel with the person.

J = Jack off

Oh, he does it!

Morning wood? He'll grip himself with that top sheet and go to town.

Also, has no issue grinding himself against that bed, maybe even uses a pillow when you're out of town.

But most of all, he has a soft spot for his hands, so he will grip that bad boy and go to town.

You WILL hear him in the shower.

When he's home alone, he's not so quiet.

K = Kink

He's a kinky one.

He might enjoy hearing you call him daddy, he also would very much love to hear you call him Alpha.

Just as much as he enjoys cuffing you to his bed and exploring your body.

He's a master with rope.

He also loves bondage tape.

He enjoys full control.

Oh this man will want to breed the fuck outta you...

I also feel he's the kind who will very much enjoy watching you lap up milk or sweet cream from a bowl like a little kitty

Anal plugs that look like cat tails... yes please.

Remember, he does enjoy pet play, so be a good kitten huh?

He loves body paints!

He might be a fan of some body safe foods like chocolate maybe even whipped cream

He might have a bit of a blood fetish

He's got to be a biter and enjoy a biter

Wax!

Don't forget to tell him how big he is and how good he feels.

L = Location

He has no preference on where.

He'll do it anywhere.

Changing rooms, they're fun.

Airplanes? YES!

Boats? Also yes!

The woods? Course!!

Outdoors is also a very likely option.

M = Motivation

Moan that boy's name!

No... SCREAM his name.

Don't forget to Meow for this one...

He'll also encourage you.

He'll make sure he gives you something to look forward to.

Words of encouragement are good for both of you.

It doesn't take much to motivate him.

Don't forget to praise him.

N = No

Absolutely without a shadow of a doubt, you say no, he will stop.

You MAY run the risk of him not stopping due to that predator instinct, that alpha instinct, that need to breed if you will... however

You say no, he will baby the fuck out of you.

Though, if it's playful, he might not stop.

Con-Non-Con... he's not stopping.

O = Oral

Just as much as he loves receiving, he loves giving.

He loves that little thing you do with your tongue.

That boy knows how to do the cursive alphabet down there.

Good thing that boy loves to eat because he could be down there for a while!

He will shower that clit with attention while he slides his fingers you.

You might even catch him getting off on it too.

P = Pace

Quick, slow, it's all good for him.

Quick in the middle of the day.

Slow in the morning.

Quick and slow at night chances are it'll be multiple times that night.

Q = Quickie

He's ALWAYS down for a quickie.

Quickie for good luck

Quickie before he heads out to get someone off that list he's got.

Quickie in the afternoon.

Quickies on the kitchen counter are his favorite!

Also, quickies in public and outdoors

R = Risk

He's a risk-taker.

He's experimental.

Wear a skirt, and sit on his lap, you might find your panties pushed to the side. Or find out he has roaming fingers.

He's a spontaneous kinda guy so he may not always have condoms nearby.

Don't be afraid to get a little freaky with him.

Let your inner pet shine!

S = Stamina

He can go for hours!

He can also go all day!

Have a snack, hydrate, and go again!

He hopes you can keep up!

T = Toys

Rope

Tape

Knives

More knives

Just to name a few.

Though I feel he would also love that toy that's blue tooth capable!

He's not opposed to using many toys on you, he loves to watch your reactions.

Though with his love for his hands and your love for his hands, those are also good toys!

U = Unfair

So he does enjoy giving you an orgasm denial. Sometimes you just didn't deserve it.

He also enjoys fingering you in public settings, and suddenly, you're forced into playing the quiet game! Especially on the subway.

He will make you play the quiet game whenever he desires.

He loves to hear you beg for that moan or that release.

He could edge you for hours.

V = Volume

He loves to her you moan! Be loud. Unless it's the quiet game.

The louder you are, chances are the rougher he'll go

The louder you are, the more he'll push.

He also loves when you whisper in his ear.

He also does enjoy hearing you moan in his ear.

He also has no issue being loud himself.

His grunts, groans, and moans can hold volume too.

W = Wild card

What about him isn't a wild card?

He is so open-minded to things, that there isn't anything he won't try.

Try on you mind you...

He won't hesitate to use those baby blues to get what he wants from time to time.

X = X-ray

You damn well know he's packin' some serious heat

He has got to be very well endowed. I mean have you seen the size of those boots?!

He keeps himself neat and clean. Or at least well trimmed... though maybe it's a total jungle down there... but something tells me nah...

He's not all length, he's got girth to him as well.

Y = Yearning

He's always wanting to touch you.

He's hoping you'll be wanting him too!

He's got a sex drive for days, so always be on guard, he'll let you know.

He's going to want you before bed.

He's going to want you first thing in the morning.

He also LOVES sex after killing someone.

Z = Zzz

He has got to be the cutest sleeper ever!

He loves to cuddle before and after sex.

He is going to want you close while sleeping.

He loves to share pillows with you, and blankets

He's a nude sleeper

He's going to want to work up that sleepy appetite, so sex before sleep.

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This entire work of art has me on a chokehold for 84+ years and lives rent free in my mind. Thank you so much for writing this ! Really. It’s flawless ! 

Bluebeard Masterlist

John Wick/reader - rated adult- Given as part of a business deal to the mysterious John Wick, you must learn whether he really is the monster you’ve been told about.

Chapter 1: His stride is the wildernesses of freedom

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miss girl this is totally bucky and malyshka

this energy or nothing 😤👏🏼

Bucky always puts you first.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

AN: Written on my phone.

Part of the Bumblebee series.

Bucky is traditional when it comes to certain things. He can't help with it when it comes to you.

It started with him never letting you touch a door handle.

Bucky wants to be the one to open your doors, he doesn't care if it's the car door or the fancy French doors of the restaurant he's taking you.

He was offended the first time you got out of the car on your own.

Bucky made you promise to wait for him next time. You were a little stubborn, insisting you could do it yourself—until the edging started and his voice was in your ear asking if you really wanted to argue with him about this, because if you want to deny him this Malyshka, then he'll have to keep denying you.

After the fifth time, he ripped away your orgasm, you were agreeing to everything he wanted.

Bucky is naturally protective of you. Its evident in the little things he does. He walks with you on the inside of the sidewalk, his hand either wrapped around yours or the small of your back.

At night, Bucky sleeps between you and the door. He didn't say it aloud but if anyone even dared to think about breaking in your home, they'd have to get through him first. He would defend you no matter what, keeping you safe without a second thought.

You haven't had to carry anything heavier than your purse in months. Let alone actually open your purse to pay for anything.

You've managed to buy him a few things here and there yet the money you spent always seems to end up back in your possession by the end of the day.

If you try to bring it up, he gives you this devilish smirk and a dark, heady reminder of what he'll do to you if you argue with him.

In the bedroom, you come first. Literally. Every single time. Multiple times if he has his way and Bucky has a tendency to always get his way. Especially when it comes to you.

Only when he's satisfied that he's wrung every ounce of pleasure out of you, taken everything you have to give, when you're sobbing that you can't, you really can't, please Bucky, and your body is trembling under him does he let go and lose himself in you.

Bucky enjoys putting you first outside of the bedroom as well.

Call it a kink, his love language, it doesn't matter to him because at the heart of it all, he simply enjoys providing for you, caring for you, protecting you.

And he doesn't care who knows.

It was evident when he brought you to the annual gathering of prominent Bravta leaders, the clandestine meeting took place at his cousin's estate that year.

The vast majority of the men in attendance were used to being served by their women. So most couldn't hide their shock and disconcertion when Bucky made everyone wait until you were ready to eat.

You had no idea what was going on, too engrossed in studying the art hanging on the walls of the estate.

Bucky merely watched you from the head of the table, a pleased grin on his face that quickly turned into a dark, menacing glare that cut across the room whenever someone tried to speak up.

As powerful as everyone was, they all paled in comparison to Bucky. And they knew it. So they sat there and did as he demanded.

If you hadn't glanced over your shoulder and saw him sitting patiently, who knows how long he would have waited for you.

You hurried over, an apology on your lips. He promptly kissed it away, murmuring against your mouth that "his sweet Malyshka always come first and the world can wait for you. And if they don't, he'll make them bow to you. "

He meant it then.

And nothing will ever change when it comes to how he treats you, how he loves you, how he cares for you. How he worships you.

Bucky will always put you first.

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This whole series got me by the throat. Really. 

The Sinner and the Saint Ch 1

Pairing: Mafia!Boss Bucky x f! reader

A/N- Deep breath. Promised myself I would jump and publish this today, so here we go. This is a completely different story than any of the others I’ve written. Please read all warnings before proceeding- this is not the universe you’re used to me writing in if you’re familiar with my other stories. THIS IS NSFW, REPEAT, THIS IS NSFW. DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THE WARNINGS FOR THE CHAPTER OR THE STORY. It’s my first time publishing anything in this world, let’s see what happens. There is a lot of world-building in this chapter, just hang with me, okay? And for the record- I fully support anyone who chooses to use their body in whatever industry they choose. You do you, babe, and I love you for it.  

Warnings for this chapter: f! reader, reader is an exotic dancer, some slight angst, swearing, fake names. 

Story Warnings: Mafia Boss Bucky and all that comes with that, and a lot of smut, slow burn relationship. Reader has a pet name that she will primarily be referred to as through the story, but there will be a moment of Y/N. 

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Chapter 1

Flash ‘em that sweet, seductive smile….and done. Music fades- thank god. 

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This fic is simply  🔥 🔥 🔥 Can’t wait to read more Kraven. 

The Hunter | Sergei 'Kraven' Kravinoff x Reader

One shot - 1908

Summary: a primal chase in the forest with your hunter. 

Warnings: 18+ for language and sexual content. PWP, primal kink, sex outside, biting, marking, p in v, rough sex (doggy, mating press), cum marking/cum play, dirty talk.

Credits: Divider by @firefly-graphics beta read by the super quick @late-to-the-party-81

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Your panting breath filled your ears as you raced through the forest. The night was quiet behind you, even though you knew you were not alone. He was coming. No matter the head start, he'd find you  and it made your skin prickle. 

A heady mix of fear and excitement flooded your veins. Deep down you wanted this, wanted to be caught and thrown to the floor and taken. But the chase, your adrenaline pounding, this was part of the fun. 

The hunt. 

And your hunter was closing in. 

"You can't run from me." His voice filled the air and you came to skidding halt, dry leaves kicking up under your feet. 

He was right. You knew it. You'd never managed to escape. 

Ducking behind a tree, the rough bark caught on the delicate silk of your slip dress, the only item you'd been able to pull on when the door had banged open ten minutes before and he'd shouted, "run" through the echoing halls of the house. 

Turning your head slowly you tried to plan your next move. 

"There you are, Bunny." 

You whipped your head back around, tipping your chin up to meet his eyes, flashing gold and black with lust. He towered over you, his long hair hanging down around his sharp cheekbones and thick beard. His white t-shirt was spattered with drying blood from his day's work and dirt from the chase. 

He tousled his hair, pushing it back from his forehead before leaning down again and whispering in your ear, "run faster, little rabbit." 

You tried to escape, you really did, spinning on your heel to run again, but you tripped, tearing the silk up the side and exposing your naked back and the curve of your bottom to the air. 

His hand landed with a crack, leaving a large red handprint on your left cheek and you stumbled forwards falling into the soft mulch on your hands and knees. 

"Serg-!" You tried to crawl away, mud and dirt digging under your fingertips, knees sliding against the ground. You managed to drag yourself a metre or two, the thump of his boots following. 

The air got thicker as he approached, his steps getting louder and louder. The cuffs of his trousers grazed your sides as he straddled your crawling body and he crouched down over you, one hand on the back of your neck dragging you up so he could growl in your ear. 

“I thought I told you to run, Bunny, not crawl.” He dropped you again, your cheek hitting the ground. “I thought you knew better than that.” 

He knelt down, his thick thighs bracketing your body and the hard length of his cock digging into your lower back. 

“If I didn’t know better.” He let his weight settle on you, his hand cupping your chin and holding you still, “I’d say you wanted to be caught, you want to be caught and fucked and used, isnt that right, Bun?” 

You whimpered, arousal gushing between your legs. 

“No answer for me?” He goaded, his beard was rough against your cheek as he nuzzled into your neck, breathing you in. “Can’t answer me?” He grazed his teeth against your bare shoulder before ripping the thin strap of your slip. “Good. I just need you to behave, can you do that?” You nodded, another whimper slipping from between your lips. 

His touch vanished as quickly as it appeared, leaving you lying on the ground while you listened to the metallic zing of him undoing his zipper. You lay still, quiet and pliant, his prey caught in his snare. 

“Good, Bunny.” He grasped your ankle and pulled you back, his knees between your own, splaying your legs wide and dragging your hips higher. 

“Look at you, so wet and dripping and ready for me.” 

He blew a soft breath onto the wet slick of your folds, a shudder ran up your spine in a rush of pleasure from the power you knew he was holding back. And then - slap - he brought his palm down between your legs, the heel of his hand stinging against your exposed clit. 

“Oh fuck!” Your shout of pleasure and pain rang through the otherwise silent woods, he bent to kiss the back of your thighs, nipping at the delicate sensitive flesh until you were sobbing, his mouth everywhere but where you wanted him most. “Please, Sergei, please!” You begged, wiggling your hips and arching your back to present yourself for him, letting your knees slide further apart, the wet lips of your pussy parting for him too. 

“Bunny,” he snarled, pressing his nose into your core and lapping at your swollen clit, his own moans vibrating in his chest, “taste so fucking good.” His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open for him while he feasted, his beard burning on your sensitive skin. Tomorrow it would sting, but today it felt good and right, allowing yourself to succumb to his desires. His tongue moved against you again, burrowing inside of you and teasing at your fluttering walls. His grip was as unrelenting as his ministrations, seeking only his own pleasure in tasting you and ignoring your pleas for more, the cant of your hips and the aching throb of your clit whenever his rough tongue brushed against it. 

“Please, oh, please, Sergei.” 

“So pathetic, little rabbit, begging.” You turned your head enough to see your slick caught in his beard and glossing his lips before he gave a feral grin and licked them. He held you in his stare, a deer in headlights, creeping closer and closer. He brushed his nose against yours, coaxing you to face forwards again. His hands kept your legs spread, his body covering yours, “I like it, ask me again.” 

“Please, Sergei, I need you.” You begged, voice a whisper. 

“Need me to do what?” He taunted, the wide head of his cock poised at your entrance, your hips moving backwards but he drew away, spanking you again for your impatience. 

“Behave, Bunny, tell me what you want.” 

“I want your cock, please, Sergei.” 

“Want it where?” 

“In my - in -” you faltered, embarrassed and nervous, too desperate to form a coherent thought. 

“In - in.” He taunted, rubbing his cock through your folds, “in your little pussy?” 

“Yes, I - I want your cock in my pussy.” 

“Louder.” He demanded, fingers digging bruises into your hips.

“I want your cock in my pussy!” You shouted, sending birds flying from the trees above you. “I want you to fuck me, please, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” You chanted, losing all sense of reason, leaves and twigs tangling in your hair, your cheek smeared with mud. 

He relented, plunging deep inside with a roar and holding your hips still with every thrust. His groans were wild, howling and snarling with each clench of your walls around his hard cock. 

“Thank you, thank you.” You babbled, incoherent against the onslaught of his hips smacking against your own, taking and claiming you, one hand tight around your neck, the other holding your chest to the ground. Each rut of his hips pushed you further forwards, his hands grasping and pulling you back, your peaked nipples rasping against the last shred of your slip, your only protection from the forest floor. 

“Fuck, Bunny, always so tight for me.” 

“Yes, yes for you, for you.” You panted, squeezing him again as your orgasm crested and washed over you, like a force from the forest itself, making your legs twitch and your hands dig into the soil. 

“Good girl, Bun, good fucking girl, let me feel you.” He put both hands on the round globes of your ass and spread them apart, watching you spasm and twitch around the ever present stretch of his cock. “I wanna see you next time.” 

Roughly he pushed your leg to one side, flipping you onto your back and pushing your knees up towards your ringing ears. Everything was Sergei and lust and animal need. He cupped your swollen sex, feeling the final waves of your orgasm subside before lining back up. Pausing with his head against your clit he spat down on the length of his cock and pushed in. 

“Need to mark you everywhere,” he explained, leaning into the backs of your thighs and pinning you to the ground. Now he could use his hands again, one on your neck, squeezing and loosening only enough to allow you to suck in a much needed breath, and one on your full breast. The web of his thumb and index finger circled your nipple and he bit down, his teeth sharp a painful  contrast to the incredible friction of his cock pressing into your sweet spot. Confused, your body fought for freedom, attempting to slip away from the pain of his bite but arching up to meet his cock. 

“Oh god, Sergei, fuck, I can’t take it!” Your second orgasm built rapidly, your fingers scrabbling for purchase on his arms. 

“You can take it, you will take it. Cum for me again, now.” He slapped his hand over your slit and you screamed, thrashing beneath him and squirting your nectar onto his naked chest. He looked down at your juices pooling in the deep rivets of his abs and smiled, his eyes gold. “You want to mark me too?” He asked, bending to lick a trickle of sweat from your collar bone up to your ear, biting on the lobe, “let me help you out.”

He reared back, using his full weight to hold you wide open for him and began pouding mercilessly. You could do nothing but hold on, knowing you’d be sore and bruised come the morning, but satisfied and full. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” You shouted, tossing your head back with abandon and giving yourself to him completely. 

He came with a howl, his thumbs parting your lips, his palms still holding your hips wide while he pumped his cum deep inside. When he withdrew, panting and grinning, he slapped the head of his cock onto your leaking hole, cum spilling onto the ground. 

“What a waste,” he sighed playfully, and then rolled onto his back, lifting you onto his chest. 

Spent, you sagged into him, hoping you could sleep for a few moments, but the muscles of his chest felt so good below you. Your clit, though swollen and sensitive, was still seeking friction, your hips moving in slow circles. 

“Gonna give me one more, Bun, don’t waste that cum.” He grunted, his hands began to guide you, rolling you against him. “Wanna be able to feel you for days, wanna be able to smell you.” His voice was rough and gravelled, sparking inside of you and renewing your desire, your combined cum slipping between you. 

This time your orgasm peaked and fell more gently, missing the solid fullness of Sergei’s cock and forcing his cum out instead. 

Spent, you fell forwards taking your turn to nuzzle into his shoulder, nipping and suckling at his neck as your heartbeat slowed. 

“Good, Bunny.” He praised, guiding you up to his lips and tasting you again, “good, little Bunny.” His hands cupped your cheeks, squeezing them together and licking at your pouting lips. Firmly he moved you, pushing you away from his kisses and down his body, pressing your face into his sticky chest, his large hand holding you still. “Now clean up your mess.” 

A/N: I have to admit I just watched the trailer and then went completely feral for the next 9 hours and wrote this. So I hope you enjoyed it!

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Bedridden

>> Disclaimer: This is my first attempt in posting or writing anyhting, Sorry for any mistakes.

>> Warnings: None. Fluff. Slightly A/B/O Dynamics. Prison Era. Alpha!Daryl x Omega!Reader

>> Summary: Daryl is injured. You go on a run without him. 

>> Request: Yes. For lovely the @boobablue-mess​ hope you enjoy my personal addition. 

A lazy sun rose at six in the morning, it's rays shyly covered by clouds.

The comfy smell of the room was tinged with a underlayer of an acidic whiff. Something was wrong. You woke up, looking over at Daryl who was still asleep. His scent was off. Timidly you let your hand roam over his forehead, he had a fever.

"Daryl ... Wake up ..." your groggy voice sounded small.

He turned softly towards you, not opening his eyes, yet humming in response.

 "You have a fever, love." your caressed his jawline softly, stirring him along to wake up. "M'fine." he gruffed. "No no. That damn fall of yours in one of the cell blocks must have hurt you." His eyes snapped open. Dark blue orbs stared back at you.  

"It's probably nothin' Sunshine." "Remember that my nose never lies?" you said, as your hands racked softly over his t-shirt taking it off. "Bingo." His left side had a massive dark bruise. "Damn boy, look at that. And you say it's nothing?" At that comment, Daryl let out a small grunt of disagreement. “We have a run today, I can’t just lie down an’ relax, ya know?” “Who said you’re going Dixon? No way you’re getting outta here, I’m gonna put you under the shower to break the fever down and that’s that.”  You said in a soft calm voice. At that, you walked him into the shower, gently shoving him in there, as the water ran through his body as so as your fingers on his torso, a small growl escaped his lips. He licked his lips, trying to come up with some excuse to join Rick, Glenn, Maggie and Michonne. Something convincing. “Babe... The group needs me. I can’t just take a sick day.” “Hm. And going in this state is gonna help on what? Besides, they aren’t gonna be shorthanded. I’m still going.” “Y/N … No.” “Oh yes. I’m a big girl Dixon. Besides I’m taking your bike and the crossbow. I’m gonna be fine.” Oh, Daryl wanted to protest badly. No way in hell he was going to let you alone. They stayed in pairs for a reason. “That’s not enough… Sunshine, I’m not gonna sit on my ass while yer alone in a supply run. Things can go bad.” His soft yet Alpha tone filled the room. “I can take Carol with me. Or whoever would like to go. Besides, nobody ain’t gonna let anything happen to me. I just need you healed. You have to rest. Hershel can look over you. Why didn’t you tell me it was this badly injured?” “Didn’t think it would look like this in the morning after. Didn’t seem bad.”

Daryl’s wet hair sticked to his face, too many times you’ve remember saying you’d give him a proper haircut but, you liked his wild mane, his blown pupils and hardened expression gave him an even wilder look. He wouldn’t back down; you’d been dating that stubborn redneck far too long to know that. If it wasn’t the bad timing, your inner wolf would be whimpering for him. But you’d had made up you mind on the matter. As he toweled himself, you brought clean clothes, an ibuprofen and water.

“You didn’t get me jeans, woman?” “Don’t bother in putting on pants, Dixon. You ain’t leaving. Besides...” you smirked and winked. “You look mighty fine in just boxers and a t-shirt.” “Don’t ya fight yer way off of this by flirtin’ with me, Sunshine. You ain’t off the ropes yet.” His southern drawl becoming thicker.

You sighed, you didn’t want to make this harder or turn it into a heated argument. “It’s going to be okay, it’s a quick run in a small town. In and out. Easy peasy. I’ll be home by lunch. Just stay here for me? I’ll be less frantic if I know you’re here and safe.” Pleaded softly, as you pushed a lock of his hair behind his ear. Giving him the best puppy eyes, you could muster.

Both slowly walking back towards the cell you shared he sat, his expression and scent denounced he hated your plan and he didn’t want to stay put bedridden at all, yet he was willing to comply.

“This is a one-time thing only, Y/L/N. Don’ ya think I’m gonna let you go out on runs on yer own like this always. I don’ like it. It ain’t safe. Gonna ask Michonne to keep an eye on ya, Omega.” His words were harsh, yet his tone just showed how much he cared and worried. “Yeah. Yeah. I know you will.” As you packed your guns, knives, arrows, into your backpack and gave him a soft kiss.

 For a split second he gripped your chin, holding you in place. Grumpily staring into your eyes. “Don’ do anything stupid.” He growled as his gave you a second kiss.

 You headed to the thin curtain that worked as a door, as you turned giving him a final look, Daryl sat silently on the bed, staring back, unamused by the situation. “How can I do anything stupid? Stupidity is staying in bed today.” You said has heading off, you heard a small chuckle still coming from your cell.

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 The ride was longer than you expected, the sun warming up as the hours passed, as you arrived, you sweep the town’s main streets, few walkers passed nothing nobody couldn’t handle. Michonne did keep an eye on you though, Daryl didn’t even have to ask, she did feel responsible for you since the day she had brought you to the prison. Dehydrated and famished with a fever and hallucinating at some points along the way. She and the others helped you, something that you hadn’t yet experienced through the whole breaking into the end of the world.

 As you regained your strength and helped out along the chores, they found out impressive information about you. You knew how to survive in the woods, basic suturing, and a good hand with herbs and wild eatable food. Most omegas had been wiped out, fewer survived, mostly the camp was full with betas and alphas blending with humans. The only other omega you had learned that belong with the group was Lori. But she had died before you got to know her. You were stubborn and for an omega demanding, plus, it was common knowledge you were the only one that could calm that redneck’s temper.

 Rick had decided hence the tiny town, to also check houses nearby for anything useful. Time rolled faster than expected, as you scavenged your way through the place.

 Daryl even though in pain, walked nervously from one side to another in the small room, smoking, grunting almost with every pace he took. Looking through the window to see of the pack arrived, or perking his ears to any sound of his familiar bike.

“How ya felling’ Daryl?” Hershel leaned on the doorframe. “I’m fine. They aren’t back yet. It’s past two.” “If you keep walking like that, you’re gonna put a hole in the floor, or pull a muscle or something. You’d should be resting.” “It’s taking too long …” he huffed as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. “She’s fine. Rick probably made them look around or something, maybe they found something bigger. Before us she was surviving well for such a frail thing, remember?” Hershel tried calming his temper before he went after the group on foot. “Yeah, I also remember the high fever that took days to break, the scars, and how weak she was.” “Nobody ain’t gonna let anything happen to her Daryl. We take care of our family and we have jobs to do.”

Daryl knew Hershel was right, but nonetheless it didn’t make him calmer or feel better at it. He just grunted and looked out the window again. At that point the old man just left him be.

 It was late afternoon when the group arrived. All happy that they had found more supplies than they intended. Daryl heard his custom bike roll in, the purring sound unmistakable and he caught a whiff of Y/N. Her scent washing him over. She was alright. Good heavens. He practically ran outside to greet them as he found Y/N giving her bags to Carol so she could sort things out with Hershel. She ran up the small hill towards him, with a smile opening her arms out to him.

 “Yer late.” He gruffed, scaning her out for any injury.  

She hugged him tightly feeling that the fever subsided. “You seem better. See? Nothing to worry about. I’m all in one piece.” “I was climbing up the walls with all this delay…” “Yeah or maybe coming up to get me. I really thought after a while you’d just show up walking around town looking for me.” You joked. “Oh, don’t tempt me Sunshine. The thought didn’t slip my mind.”

She hugged his waist as both made way to their cell. Passing by the rest of the group Michonne smiled at them

 “She was really good on her own. Plus she’s a sneaky one a mouse wouldn’t hear her.” “Yeah real sneaky.” Daryl grunted back.

Michonne and the other gave a small laugh at Daryl’s pissed off face. He was fuming even though inside he was proud of her. But he couldn’t admit it. The fear of losing her was bigger.

 “Come on babe, cut me some slack. I did good.” “I know yer did okay? Hell, I’m proud of ya, even before. But I still worry and I hate being where I can’t see ya or sense ya.” Daryl perched a cigarette between his lips. “Aww ain’t this big bad wolf got himself softer side huh?” you smiled sweetly at him, your eyes lightning up along. He loved that look on you. “You better watch your mouth, Sunshine” he licked his lips. “Or what, Dixon?” “I’m gon’ shut it for ya.” he smirked. “ Well, well, I’m waiting for it...”

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Keanu Reeves: John Constantine // John Wick // John Rain //

Norman Reedus:  Daryl Dixon