#bucky barners x reader

[biteofcherry]

Calisthenics

Ruby Garden universe

It's just a composition of very short flashes of each pairing and some form of workout 🙃

warnings: none; this is pure fluff, with some teasing

Dom!Steve Rogers x plus size submissive!reader

Your fingers scrambled forward, your muscles straining as you tried to reach reach reach.

A small frown marred your forehead as you felt your ass lifting from where it was supposed to be plopped down on your heels.

"A little higher, Darling, and you'll give me a perfect welcome," Steve's warm voice startled you.

You looked at him over your shoulder, finding him leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and eyes sparkling mischievously as he eyed your body.

"Well," you huffed, wiggling your butt, "it's kinda what I'm working on."

"Yeah?" Steve didn't even try to shift his gaze from your ass, which evoked that pleasant, exciting jolt down to your core. He always made you feel desirable.

"Mhm," you licked your lips. "I want to be more stretched and bendy, which will also help me hold in certain positions for longer."

Steve's gaze slowly slid across your body, until it settled on your face. There was still that hunger brewing, but his blue irises also shone love and appreciation.

Dom!Bucky Barnes x submissive reader x Dom!Curtis Everett

Your squeal turned into a peal of giggles, making Curtis flash a rare grin.

Seated on a bench, curling his biceps while lifting heavy dumbbells, Curtis watched you plastered to Bucky's back as he was doing push-ups.

"I can't believe you can do that!" You laughed, absolutely delighted that what started as your silly attempt to interrupt Bucky a bit, turned into something so thrilling.

Because he really could keep doing his push-up with your weight on top of him!

"I'm hurt that you thought, I wouldn't be able to," Bucky grunted out.

"Curtis!" You turned your head to look at the other man. "Can you do the chin-ups with me curled around you like a koala?"

"Fawn," Curtis shook his head, "you're doing everything not to do your own workout."

"Because this is more fun," you beamed up at him.

Dom!Andy Barber x submissive reader

Scrunching up your nose, you stared at the numbers displayed on the panel of the treadmill you were occupying. It clearly was broken, since they were growing so slowly.

With how your chest constricted with burning, you surely had to be making more progress than the dumb machine was claiming.

"Why the sour face, Birdie?" Andy glanced your way, his breath slightly quickened.

Slightly. While he was mid full run.

Meanwhile, you were nearly wheezing on your walk. Granted, it was up the hill, but still, you were walking and he was running.

"My treadmill is a big liar." You announced, pressing a few buttons for good measure and scoffing when they didn't change anything.

Andy laughed. Then he pressed something on his treadmill and sped up. Showoff!

"I don't care what that machine claims," you grumbled, "I'm getting two doughnuts after this."

Dom!Ari Levinson x submissive reader

Usually you felt more strain when holding your squats, but distraction worked miracles on pushing past the discomfort. Distraction in the form of sweaty Ari in the midst of his battle rope exercises.

"You really have a rope kink," you quipped.

Ari snorted at that, but didn't stop his movements. The way his biceps flexed and sweat made his t-shirt cling to his torso was making you more sweaty than your own routine.

"But I don't think that's the right technique." You mused in pretend seriousness. "You could use more finesse."

"Cherie," Ari sent you a pointed look, "if you're not careful, you'll end up doing the rest of your squats with your upper body tied in shibari."

Slowly, you set your dumbbells down and stretched from your position.

"Nah, those ropes won't work. They're too thick. A skilled Dom would know that..."

You waited a beat, before bolting away with a giggle.

Dom!Lloyd Hansen x submissive reader

Skipping rope was supposed to be a fun memory from childhood, not a torture. But there you were, with your heart nearly rattling out of your chest and your knees giving away.

"You know-" you suddenly paused, panting. Bending over, you pressed your wrists against your knees, your fingers still grasping the handles of the skipping rope.

"I'm a masochist only with sex."

"Tough. Because I'm a sadist all the time." Lloyd smirked.

Asshole was wrapping his knuckles in tape, preparing to go at the punching bag, while he forced you to exhaust yourself into a coma.

Lessons on boxing and self-defense were a great idea, but you didn't think Lloyd would take it so seriously. Reminding him that you were his girlfriend and submissive, not Rocky, resulted in you having to run up and down the stairs of Lloyd's mansion.

"Why aren't you skipping?" You groaned, straightening.

"Pumpkin, if you want to watch my ass bounce, we can arrange for it later."

Dom!Nick Fowler x submissive reader

Nick's breath tickled the back of your neck, his fingers digging into your hips as he pressed you down into position. You thought you were properly bent, but apparently not to Nick's standards.

"It's official," you huffed, your words muffled by the mat. "Yoga is BDSM, just without cuffs."

You thought you heard Nick's laugh, but he remained so quiet and calm that it was more of a tickling puff of air.

It was a surprise to you that Nick exercised yoga. He did all the excessive, sweaty workouts you'd expect, but wasn't shy about his appreciation of yoga.

Nick's hands slid up your back then readjusted your arms. The strain intensified, causing your breath to hitch.

"Then it should help you relax, just like a scene does. If you stop fighting it and do as you're told."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Happy Couple 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

I make no promise and am just following a whim.

Summary: Your father makes a deal to marry you to his top capo. (mob au)

Warnings: dark elements such a mob business and intimidation, spanking, threats. More to be added as they become relevant. You know what I write typically so you know what to expect.

Thank you all for the encouragement and I hope you enjoy.❤️

"Get out, sweetheart," Bucky rests his hand on the car door, his other on his belt.

"You can't," you whine, "please…"

"Baby, I thought you understood–"

"Oh my god," your eyes are bleary as tears prick, "no, please," you cling to the seat as he grabs your other arm, his men swarming behind him in endless activity, "I can't– my father–"

"Get out of this car right now, princess, or I'll be happy to help you out."

"No," you snarl as your disbelieving grief spikes to hot fury, "no! You're despicable! A monster–"

"Your puppy dog face and tantrums aren't going to work on me," he huffs and bends, grabbing you by the back of your neck and dragging you out of the car, "you better clean up your act fast."

You stumble in your heels and fall against him. You pull your hands away from his chest and hit hit, "no! I won't behave! I won't! You lied to me– aah!"

You squeal as he lifts you suddenly, hauling you over his shoulder as you squirm and kick. Cool air flows up your skirt and tickles across your bare ass. You whimper and claw at the back of Bucky’s jacket.

"I gave you a chance to be good," he curls an arm around your legs and his other hand crawls higher, feeling along your smooth skin, "don't worry, I got a thing for taming the stubborn ones."

"Ew, get– let me go!"

"Where you gonna go, princess?" He climbs the steps to the front door, a man standing watch outside, "all your daddy's men who didn't flip got the same treatment he did."

"But–" you tug at the bottom of his jacket futilely, "why– what about me?"

He crosses the entryway and climbs the left arm of the double stairway. You jostle with his motion, your head pooling and pulsing with the rush of blood.

"I told you already. You're mine and I'll take care of you," he slaps your ass as your skirt rumbles above, offering a generous view of everything, "one way or the other."

He takes you past your bedroom and into the master, your father's room. He carries you to the bed and throws you down. You bounce and bite your tongue as you tug your skirt down to hide your naked pelvis.

"So, I'm gonna ask you one last time and I want you to think about it because this isn't something I usually ask. Let alone twice. Do we do this the hard way," he shuts the door, keeping his hand on the handle as he turns back to glance at you, "or the…harder way?"

You push yourself to the edge of the bed and pout, "Bucky, please, I'm so scared–"

"Ah, don't you try that with me," he wags his finger at you as he comes near, "I've seen it before, remember? 'Oh, daddy, please, you don't understand. I need this purse! Please can't I have your credit card?'" He mimics in an exaggerated cadence, "I got no problem with you calling me daddy but you won't play me like him," he grabs your chin and forces your head up, "got it?"

You push your bottom lip out and bat your lashes, "Bucky…"

"Shhh," he hushes you as he drags his thumb up to your lower lip, "you're only making me harder."

He pokes his thumb into your mouth and hums. He pushes down on your tongue as you stare up at him. He only wanted to get you out of the house so he could tear apart your life. It's all a trick.

You bite down on his knuckle and he yowls as he rips his hand away from you. He shakes his fingers and curses as you stand and clack on your heels around him. You hurry as fast as you can for the door but your Louboutins make each step a task.

He catches you around the waist and lifts you off your feet. He flings you around and you land once more on the bed, nearly bouncing back off. You're left dizzy by the motion and sit up quivering to face him.

"Oh, princess, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into," he unbuckles his belt and pulls it free of his pants. He folds it and snaps it between his hands, "show me that precious little ass and I'll try not to make it bleed."

"No!" You lean back on your elbows and kick out, your shoe jabbing his side. You roll over and fall off the bed, kicking free of your clunky heels.

He coughs and snarls, "you little– you're asking for it."

You turn on your knees and grab your stiletto, "leave me alone!"

You whip the shoe at him and he barely blocks it as it nearly pings off his head, "hey!" He points at you again, "settle down!"

"No, I'm not listening to you! You're just a liar!" You get to your feet, your other heel in hand, "I'm not your princess."

"You're a spoiled fucking brat," he slaps the belt against his hand as he closes in.

"No, you!" You swing and catches the heel of the shoe before it can meet his chest. He snaps off the red stiletto and you cry out, "hey! That's designer!" You swing again with the amputated sole, "how–" you hit his hand, "dare–" you hit his forearm, –you!"

He sweeps your strike away and throws out the belt like a lasso, tugging it down as it hits your head, and tightens it to the buckle. You gasp and grab the leather as it draws your fingers tight to your neck. He jerks you forward. You stumble and flail out as you collide with him.

He yanks on the belt and forces your head up. You whimper and your fingers tingle numbly as the leather digs into your neck. He smirks and snarls down at you, "this is going to be fun, baby. You just made damn sure of that."

[notsopersonalcharlie]

Won't Let You Go, Belle

Biker!Bucky Barners x afab!reader smut

Summary: A flashback to Bucky and Belle's first date... and to fulfil some of Bucky's longstanding thoughts.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, porn with plot, kinda long, mentions of previous shitty boyfriend that i've referenced before, Bucky is bad at dates but good at sex, daddy kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, praise kink, p in v sex, i think that's everything

Notes: bringing anon (and my) dreams into reality. It did end up a little sweeter than expected but its because im a SAP. More Biker!Bucky content here

You stared at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom. You had put on makeup in a way you never did for other dates. You were usually very internally strict about what you did to make a date go well. Something about Bucky though... After he had ensured his extra helmet was strapped comfortably across your chin and your feet were in the right place, so you didn't burn your calves, it had felt uncomfortably natural to wrap your arms around his thick chest. You were sure he could feel your heart beating overtime in your chest when you leaned forward. You just hoped the rumble of the bike made it impossible to feel it.

Bucky was an experienced biker. He knew that. His friends knew that. Every piece of his instinct that came from riding across the country, in war zones, and across the city all came in handy as soon as he felt your hands tighten around him. You chest against his back made his heart beat so loud he thought there was no way you wouldn't hear it over the rumble of the bike.

"I've never been on a motorcycle before," you said quietly when you stopped in the driveway of the garage. The hum of the bike stopped made everything sound quiet in your ears. You understood Steve's loud projection which had startled you earlier.

"Well, I'm glad you had a good trip. Steve should be here soon," Bucky said gruffly, taking the helmet gently from your hands and stowing it away. He led you into the office of the shop. There were a few people sitting with bikes and chatting or working on cars inside the garage, who watched passively, but you followed into a closed office and Bucky left the door open behind you before sitting down on the other side. You felt awkward, but sat in the seat across from him. It felt odd after being so close to him for ten sweltering minutes. You could feel it between your legs.

"Steve'll be here soon." Bucky looked down at some papers and pulled open a binder.

"You said that already." His blue eyes flickered to you and you tried to take a full breath, but it ended up being loud and strange. You tried to stifle the expression you wanted to make out of your awkwardness.

And now you were standing in the bathroom of this steakhouse, feeling exactly the same way. Bucky had been nothing but sweet, interested in what you did and ordering what you wanted. It felt good, but there was a barrier between you that you hadn't felt when you sat behind him on that bike, chest to his back.

"Get yourself together," you muttered to yourself, carefully wiping away the dark lipstick you had opted for. It had felt appropriate when you thought about the biker the man was, and the vibe of the bar he owned next door. You only had it because of a Halloween costume. You felt a little bit more like yourself when you stepped out of the bathroom and took your seat at the table. Bucky was taller than your ex and you knocked your knee against his thigh as you crossed your legs.

His head tilted, scanning your face before his blue eyes focused in on your newly glossed lips. He chose not to comment.

"Dessert menu?" He was sweet for asking, but it had felt like the night flew away despite how physically uncomfortable you had felt the whole time. It felt natural.

"Of course! I love chocolate." Bucky smiled, reaching for his scotch and taking a long sip. You tried not to stare at his lips.

Bucky stared at the letters, but they felt like they were swimming on the page. He flipped the binder to a random page. He could still feel where your thighs had sneezed around his hips when he turned a corner too quick.

"I have to take a look at the car before I can give you a quote. The restaurant-" he looked at his watch, "-the bar next door is open and we'll come in and let you know when we have a diagnosis on the car." You blinked at him before nodding and slowly rising from your seat.

"Okay, uh, could you-" Bucky stood rapidly and nodded, showing you out the side door and into the Howling Commando Bar and Grill. Sam gave him a little smirk when he left you at the bar, and Bucky bared his teeth before heading back to the garage to wait for your car, and maybe take a few deep breaths and resolve the issue in his pants.

"And a dessert menu?" You blinked, trying not to think again about Bucky's warm hand at the small of your back when the waiter had led you to the table.

"Yeah, and a coffee for me," Bucky said.

"Me too," you chimed in. Your eyes met again as the waiter walked away. You second guessed the want in his eyes. Maybe it was just- His knee brushed against the middle of your thigh, then the other from the other side. He leaned forward, dangling his empty scotch glass from his fingers. His lips were wet again. You thought it should be illegal.

"Do you..." he took a quick breath, "I think you should come home with me." If it had come from anyone else, you thought you probably would have rolled your eyes and left him with the check, but you swallowed.

"I know I should." You stared at each other, Bucky's other hand resting on the side of your knee waiting for the waiter to arrive. When he came back you stuck out your card, which caught Bucky by surprise.

"We actually decided to skip dessert if you could take this for the check." The waiter looked shocked, but she walked away quickly.

"You didn't have to do that."

"I figured it would be quickest."

The two of you walked out into the humid air, and Bucky slid his extra helmet on your head, carefully strapping it below your chin. His tongue stuck out between his lips just slightly as he made sure it was tight enough. He put on his own helmet and then stepped over to sit astride the bike. He had now driven you on the bike four times, and it had gotten easier to use his shoulder to lever yourself onto the back, your feet naturally sliding onto the little foot rests. Your knees knocked his hips and he reached back to squeeze one of them.

"You're getting to a natural," he laughed, the bike starting over thought and drowning it from your ears. It wasn't a long drive, and you saw that he lived within spitting distance of the garage and bar. He let you get off the bike first, and then got off himself, helping you pull off the helmet again. He smiled sweetly at you as he pushed some of your hair back behind your ear. You were sure it looked a mess, but you couldn't help but stare a little moon-eyed up at him.

"I owe you back for that dinner," Bucky muttered as he unlocked the door to his apartment. You bit your lip, considering if you should let the statement out of your mouth before you decided it was the correct choice and said, "I was hoping maybe coming back here would do exactly that." Bucky's blue eyes were dark with... something when the door swung open and he pushed you in before him.

"I think I could make it worth it, depending on how badly how you want it, pretty belle." His voice was raspy, focused. You couldn't help but feel the heat between your legs growing. The nickname was warm and wrapped in affection that should have sounded out of place from this man who was a stranger only a few days ago.

"I want it very badly." The door shut behind you two, plunging you both into darkness, the only light coming from the streetlights through the window. You thought maybe you ought to be scared, but Bucky's arms were suddenly around you, his hot mouth on your neck, mapping its way up to lips against yours. The kiss made you breathless, the first in years, and you were at his whim.

"What do you want, pretty belle?" His lips continued on what felt like a natural path back down your neck and following the hem of your shirt.

"I want you, Bucky," you whined, your head lolling back as your fingers found purchase in his hair. He made a sound of displeasure in his throat, despite his hands pushing restlessly against your shirt, fingers skimming your now bare waist.

"I want you, daddy," you groaned again, knowing your fingers had gone still against his scalp. There was a stillness between the both of you for a moment, before Bucky moved, his hands tight against your thighs, pulling. You jumped and suddenly your only tether to the ground was him.

"Fuck belle, I want you too." It was dark, and you had no idea how long you were kissing down Bucky's lips to his neck before you were laid down on his bed. His jawline was sharp and the stubble tickled your lips and the feel of his pulse against your tongue as your traced the line of his neck was intoxicating. You could feel how wet you were as you shifted your hips against his. His groaned before pulling away reluctantly.

"Sorry, one second close your eyes." You followed his instructions and you could feel the lights turn on. He was muttering to himself and you opened your eyes to see him shooing a gray cat off the bed.

"For fucks sake Alpine, do you really want to ruin my chances," he was whispering as he closed the door behind the cat. He looked absolutely delicious now that you could see him. His blue eyes were entirely overtaken by lust, his cheeks pink under his stubble, and his lips wet. There was hickey forming at the hem of his shirt and you were certain you could add a few more.

"Sorry. Alpine's bedtime was like two hours ago." You smiled up at him, suddenly feeling a sweet flutter in your chest.

"Where were we?" Bucky over you in the light was entirely different and even more enticing than it was in the dark. He was in all black, his leather jacket tossed to the floor, his tshirt showing off tattooed arms that you knew you would be drooling over shortly.

"You were about to entirely fuck me up," you responded, bottom lip between your teeth. Bucky took a breath that read as controlling himself. Not at all what you wanted.

"I mean that," you repeated. His eyes met yours.

"You gotta be sure about that, honey." He was being honest, his arms bracketing your shoulders, halfway to a kiss.

"I mean it," you said again, your eyes refocusing on his lips, waiting for a reply. Instead you got a strong, warm body against yours, lips near attacking yours before they traced down your jaw and throat to your shirt. His hands were tugging at your hair.

"Fuck, belle, I want to see it all." You were happy to oblige as he pushed up your shirt leaving hungry kisses against your stomach and ribs, you undid your jeans and kicked them away. Bucky forced your arms up and pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you in only the matching set you had put on in the hopes that the night would go anywhere. He stared at you, licking his lips as eyes raked over your near naked body on his bed.

"God, I think you're an angel sent to me," he mused, retuning his lips to yours. Your hands wandered, feeling out of place but very aroused but the fact that he was fully dressed but you were entirely naked. His shirt came off, and you didn't have nearly enough time to stare at the tattoos that covered him. Again you thought about mapping them with your tongue.

Bucky's hand explored as much as his tongue before you managed to wrestle his black jeans came off to reveal more of his tattoos.

"Please, Bucky, I want more," you whined, the slick between your legs making you shift your hips against him. You could tell he was huge in the confines of his jeans.

"How'd ya want it, honey? I gotta pay you back." You wanted to balk at the way he insinuated this was a favor, but you were near gushing between the legs.

"I want all of you," you whined, "Daddy, please. Anything." Two of his fingers ran against your panties, and he groaned at the wetness on contact.

"You are soaking, belle. I bet you taste as good as you sound." Bucky was quick to kiss down your chest, his hands' singular focus on getting your panties off. You groaned at the way he stared at you from where he knelt against the floor.

"Good thing we skipped dessert," he chuckled to himself, his hand wrapping around your ankle to pull one leg over his shoulder before his mouth pressed against your clit. You couldn't suppress the loud whine that you let out, already close as he teased your clit before his hot tongue made practiced motions down to your slit, his nose pressing to your clit. Your hips bucked and his big hands slid up your legs to press you back onto the bed.

"This is my treat, honey, I'm going to make you feel good." The baritone of his voice was a drug and you could feel your mind getting hazy as the feeling of your orgasm built in your stomach. Bucky's tongue moved back to your clit, a sinfully slow pace keeping you satisfied, but not doing enough. Once he was satisfied that you weren't going to try to wiggle away from him again, one of his hands joined his mouth between your legs, a finger pressing into you and providing delicious pressure right where you needed it.

"Oh you like that, huh belle?" Your voice was breathy through your panting, but you managed a, "please, more daddy." Bucky's chuckle against your clit in combination with another finger joining the first sent you over the edge and you came hard. Bucky's fingers slowed, pulling you through your orgasm while he pressed soft kisses to your thighs.

"Was that good, pretty girl?" You nodded and his fingers paused, blue eyes intent on yours.

"Words, honey." You blinked, the demand sending another jolt through you. Bucky obviously felt it based on how he smirked, his sinful wet lips now wet with you. It was the hottest thing you had ever seen.

"So good."

"I bet you could give me another one." It wasn't a demand, but a challenge, and even in this state you were certainly not one to back down from competition.

"Please, daddy." Bucky was back between your legs, another finger pressing into you and his tongue soothed the sting by running smooth and slow figure 8s on your clit. It was clear immediately that Bucky had paid attention to what you liked because after a few moments, his fingers crooked in exactly the right way and you moaned, and thought you might be embarrassed if it didn't feel so good. He leaned back, his other hand taking over the motion on your clit.

"Quiet, belle, we wouldn't want the neighbors to hear how good you sound. They might try to come take ya." Bucky added a fourth finger, an indication of what was to come and you came almost immediately, tight around him as your head threw back, hips moving to meet his finger's thrusts.

"Honey, you are gonna feel like fucking heaven," Bucky muttered as he slowly pulled his fingers away from you, "I'll be back in two seconds." You could still feel the orgasm in your toes when he came back, a towel and condom in hand.

"We can stop there if you want." You leaned up, leaning back against your elbows as he walked towards you. His expression was sincere, but you could see his cock straining against his jeans.

"Absolutely not." The wicked look returned to his eyes as he tossed the items beside you and then bowled you back over onto the bed, his lips finding yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he kissed you, quick fingers ridding you of your bra. Your hands found purchase over his strong shoulders and you managed to roll him onto his back.

"Taking control, honey?" He sounded condescending and it was hot. You straddled his thick thighs, focusing your actions on getting the button and zipper off his skinny jeans. Your eyes were wandering across the tattooed expanse of his chest. There was every kind of tattoo, and you were certain you had to ask about every single one when you got the chance.

"Need help?" He asked right before you managed to get the zipper down.

"Move." He laughed, lifting his hips, with you on him, and slid the jeans past his ass, pulling your hips forward so your swollen pussy ran right over the cold zipper and left you straddling the bulge in his black boxers. You both groaned at the contact and you rolled your hips, eliciting a delightfully hot sound from his lips as his eyes closed. He kicked his pants the rest of the way off and his hands were back on your hips, guiding their grinding till both of you were moaning and his boxers were soaked. Your head was thrown back, hands on his hot chest as his fingers left marks against your hips.

"Ya ready, belle?" You nodded fervently, and let him gently lay you down on the bed, leaving an intimate kiss on your lips before reaching to where he had tossed the condom. You stared hungrily as he pulled the boxers down and your eyes widened at how big he was. His thighs and all the way down his v-line had tattoos, which made the contrast of his flushed cock more distinct.

"Please, fuck me daddy." You thought you might be drooling.

"Oh, honey, I will." He rolled the condom down his own cock, pumping once before pushing your knees up so they were rested on his hips. You looked down and couldn't look away as he slowly pressed into you, the burn of his fingers nothing compared to this.

"Fuck, god... belle you feel so good, you're so tight." You wanted to push down against him, force him in faster, but he was gentle and slow and by the time he bottomed out his cock was pressed against just the right spot to make you want to moan.

"You were made for me, fuck." Bucky's right hand gripped your thigh and the other arm leaned on your left so he could press a feverish kiss to your lips.

"Please move, please." You could feel yourself squeezing around him. You were certain neither of you would last long based on the euphoric expression on his face. He took a focused breath and then his eyes opened, blue almost entirely overtaken by his pupils. You licked your lips, leaning up to kiss him. When you shifted it pushed him further and it was as if a dam broke. Bucky pulled away from you till he was up on both knees, the delicious drag of him inside you nothing compared to his first thrust. It was hard, unrestrained, and the sexiest thing you had ever seen.

"Belle, ain't no way this can be a one time thing," he muttered before pushing back into you. He set a brutal pace but he hit right where you needed him every time and you saw stars the first time you came, gushing around him and adding to the chorus of sounds that two of you were making. Bucky pressed through your first orgasm and then one hand slid up and found your clit.

"I want you to come with me, can you do that for me honey? I'm- fuck I'm so close." You nodded, barely able to keep your eyes open.

"Words, belle, fuck."

"Yes, daddy, yes please."

"Good girl." You both came together, Bucky's thrusts getting sloppy till he was leaned back over you, his forehead rested to your shoulder as he pressed one last time into you before pulling out. He grabbed the towel and quickly cleaned you up before himself and tossing it somewhere in the direction of the bathroom he had gone into before.

It was a few minutes before either of you spoke, wrapped in blankets, your head resting on his arm, facing one another.

"So much for being quiet." Bucky laughed, and closed the small gap to kiss you.

"I meant it when I said this can't be a one time thing." His dominating demeanor had dropped to that same sweet look from dinner. You nodded, feeling the sleep sliding across your eyes as you cuddled closer to him.

"I agree." You closed your eyes, getting as close to Bucky as you could. He smelled like sex and sweat and everything you had ever wanted.

"Good, because I don't think I could let ya go now, Belle." You giggled, his arms wrapping around you.

"Wouldn't let you."

[happys-crazy-queen22]

House Warming

(Gif credit to @veronikaphoenix)

Warning- Drinking, mention of weed, abuse, violence against the reader, cheating and I think that's it.

This is my first Bucky Imagine so I hope you all enjoy.

Happy reading Dollies.

Just moving into your very own house, you were very excited living on your own so you wanted to share the joy. Gathering your friends and families numbers you sent out a invite to your house warming party and you couldn't wait. Sitting up the last tables, you had tons of food and alcohol. Music was softly playing as the door bell rang. Looking around one last time you opened the door with a smile to greet your very early guest.

"Welcome to my slice of paradise early birds". You giggled at Steve, Bucky and Sam. "I told you we were early". Sam pushed past them going straight to the snack table. "Hey, you know me I'm always early". Steve strugged his shoulder with that charming smile of his. "That's what she said". Sam mumbled with a mouth full of chips. "Grow up Wilson". "Don't pay attention to him". You comforted Steve, trying not to giggle in front of him, Bucky tried holding in his laughter as well. "So is that what you're wearing"? Steve examined your sweats and holey tee shirt. "No, I was just finishing up with the food and was about to get dressed". You booped his nose with your finger. "Well go get dress, is there anything we can do"? Bucky asked. "Yes, keep him from eating all my food". You pointed at Sam stuffing a jalapeno pepper popper in his mouth. "Ow thats hot". He swatted at his mouth, looking for something to drink. "Will do". Bucky assured you with a smile. "Thanks". You said as you walked to your room, still hearing Steve yell at Sam for spurting water on the kitchen floor trying to smother the fire burning in him mouth with the sink sprayer. Couldn't help but laugh. "Clean it up, I don't want Y/N to come back in here and all her work  go down the drain". Bucky ordered Sam, making Sam give him a look of Who do you think you are telling me what to do? Sam got out a kitchen towel sloppily wipping the water up with his foot. "Dude really"? Bucky took the towel away and pushed Sam out of the way. "Proper way of doing it". He was crouched down wipping the water up when the door bell rung. Steve went and opened the door thinking it was one of the Avengers, boy was he wrong. "Who the fuck are you"? The man on the other side of the door demanded to know. "Language". Sam yelled for the kitchen. Steve rolled his eyes. "I'm Steve and you are"? "Looking for Y/N where the hell is she"? He pushed past Steve roughly bumping Steve into the table beside the door. "Y/N is getting ready, we're just here to help until she gets out and the guest arrive". Steve held his tongue and was nice. "Tell her to her ass out here now, or better yet I'll do it". He started walking towards your room until Bucky came busting through the hall way. "I think you should wait out here with us until she is done". Bucky held up he hands, making the man stop in his tracks. "Are guys just coming out of the wood work here, who the fuck are you"? "Names Bucky". Bucky bit his lip, his eyes not leaving the mans eyes, waiting for his next move. "Well Sucky, get out of my way". He pushed Bucky into the wall, Bucky balled up his fist ready to knock the guy out until the door opened. Bucky looked you up and down with Aww, you looked so beautiful in your black dress. "What's going on"? You looked from Bucky to the man in your hallway. "He just busted in and demanded to see you". Steve came down the hallway with Sam right behind him. "Oh, um, Steve, Bucky, Sam, this is John my boyfriend". John wrapped his arm around your shoulder making your eyes fall from looking at your friends to the floor. "Did anyone know she had a boyfriend"? Sam asked bluntly which lead him to a smack from Bucky. "We have only been dating for a month". You quickly said, Johns grip on your shoulder became tighter. "Oh". Was all Bucky could say as he walked back to the living room finding a seat in the corner, not making eye contact with anyone. "We're happy for you". Steve spoke as the door bell rung again. "I'll get that". You quickly walked to the opening it to see Tony and Pepper, with Nat and Clint behind them.

The house warming was a blast so far, everyone was having a good time. You mingled around talking to everyone, people you knew and didn't. "The house looks amazing". Nat gushed. "Yeah, looks good". Clint lightly punched your arm making Nat and you laugh. "Thanks you guys". You hugged them and walked to the kitchen to get more ice for the ice bowl. Tony, Steve and Bucky were talking when they noticed that John was flirting with a couple of girls. "Does anyone know who they are cause everyone I asked don't seem to recognize them"? Tony asked looking around and found two more girls no one knew. "They seem to know Johnny Boy over there". Steve nodded to the group in the corner of the room with John and three girls all over each other. "Does Y/N know"? "She's to busy with the party to notice". Tony spotted you cleaning up a mess in the kitchen, Sam tried another pepper popper, it didn't go well. "Should we do something"? Bucky asked taking a sip of his drink. "What do you want us to do, its her relationship not ours"? Steve told him, making Bucky groan rolling his eyes. Sam walked over trying yet another pepper popper. "Hey, these are great". "Shouldn't you stop after the first mess you made"? Bucky observed. "Y/N said that I should give it one more try". "Where is Y/N"? "She went to dry off". Sam looked at his popper, nervously. "What did you do"? "I sprayed her with the sink sprayer".  Tony and Steve busted out laughing, Bucky got angry. "You didn't"? Tony asked between laughes. "I said I was sorry". Bucky searched around for you but didn't see you and then he noticed he didn't see John either. "I'll be back". He handed his drink to Steve.

Softly walking down the hall, Bucky listened at your door making sure you were alright but the sound of whimper caught his attention and a males voice yelling. Bucky went into full attack mode and busted the door down. The first thing he saw was you holding your jaw and John standing over you with a sinister smile on his face. "What did you do"? He ordered John to talk. "Bucky". You gasped when you moved your jaw. Bucky knelt next to you, picking you up taking you into the living room. "I got you". Steve saw Bucky coming down the hallway carrying something until he noticed it was you. "What happened"? "Take her to the other bed room, lock the door and don't let anyone in unless its me". Bucky order Steve, he nodded his head, taking you from Bucky. Bucky's head snapped back to John as he was going out the front door. Tony and Sam was standing behind Bucky, taking off their jackets, cuffing up their sleeves. "We got your back Barnes". Sam nodded in agreement. Bucky headed for the door, walking out catching up to John and the girls that he was with. "Dickhead". Bucky called out making John stop and turn around all cocky like. "Its Sucky, girls meet Sucky". The girls covered their mouths giggling. Bucky could smell the booze on his breath and a hint of weed. "Its Bucky and I think you owe Y/N an apology for ever laying a finger on her". "She can fuck off and so can you, we're out of here". John went to walk away but Bucky grabbed his arm, turning him around punching him in the nose. "Son of a bitch, I'm bleeding". John screamed, making the others come outside. "You should be glad thats all you're doing". "What are you going to do tough guy"? John got up in Buckys face, making Bucky clench his metal fist. Bucky drew his arm back, smashing his metal fist into Johns throat as John gasped and started grabbing at his throat Bucky kicked the back of Johns knee making him fall to the ground which landed a knee to the stomach and a knee to the face once again by Bucky. Tony and Sam pulled Bucky back from John, they didn't want to bury a body in their good suits tonight. "If you every come near Y/N again you wont have people holding me back and that will be the end of you, now get the hell out of here". Bucky yelled at John, who was getting help from the girls. "Yeah and watch your language". Sam yelled at them as they ran off. "I got your back". Sam patted Buckys back, Bucky rolled his eyes. "Stay here and make sure they leave, I'm going to check on Y/N". Tony and Sam nodded, Bucky went back into the house, going to the spare bedroom. Tony looked at Sam with a odd look. "Are you always like this"? "It's the pepper poppers, they get me fired up". Sam looked down embarrased, Tony groaned, rolling his eyes.

Knocking on the door, Bucky heard Steve telling you to stay hidden. Steve quickly opened the grabbing Bucky by the throat. "Its me". Steve moved his hand. "Sorry, Bucky". "No, you did what I asked, Thanks". "How is she"? "Shaken". "Okay, you want to start cleaning up and telling eveyone to go home"? "Yeah, I'll get Nat and Sam to help". "Thanks Brother". Bucky hugged Steve. "Its no problem". Steve reassured him. Bucky came in and closed the door, tip toeing over to you as you sat on the floor sobbing. "I'm sorry Bucky". Bucky scooped you up bringing you to his lap, he gently moved hair from your face. "Its not your fault, you didn't know he would do that". He kissed your head, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. "I should have seen it coming, the way he was with Steve and you". "He was so angry that I had guys in my house". "Y/N"? "I know Bucky, no one knew them and everytime I looked at John they were all over him". "I'm sorry". "I'm glad its over". "Me too, now you can find someone that loves and cares about you". "Like you, Bucky"? "Yeah like me". He chuckled into your shoulder, you held onto him tightly not wanting to let go and you didn't have to. No one would ever hurt you again with Bucky around, he protected you and you protected him.

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Animal I’ve become

A/N: I PASSED MY EXAM, BABYYY! Well, one of many. I am however, dealing with severe exam-fatigue and stress-burnout, so my stuff is coming out, but it takes a while, because I need a bunch of breaks in between. I promise, I’m getting back into the groove of it, but it’s a lot when I’m so damn tired all the time.  

Also, also, I am a GIANT slut for Steve Rogers, and I’m not even sorry. I’m also not sorry that I have a thingTM for him as a DBF, because that trope does me in every time.

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Pairing: Dad’s best friend!Steve Rogers x female reader

Contains: Language, “we shouldn’t”-pining, age gap (Steve is around 40, reader is in her 20’s), Dad’s best friend-trope, mentions of alcohol, thigh riding, spitting, fingering, p in v sex, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Dom!Steve (but in like a daddy!Dom way), slapping, cream pie and probably more  

W.C.: 5.300 (whoops)

 Animal I’ve become

He drew a deep breath and steadied himself before knocking on the door. He really shouldn’t be feeling like this.

In all honesty, he had tried his damnedest to avoid feeling anything towards Y/N, but it had gotten legitimately impossible over the last three years. She was his best friend’s daughter, very fucking off-limits, but… It was bad.

It wasn’t just any friend’s daughter, it was Bucky’s. Steve knew that Bucky would take several bullets for him – and likewise – and the idea of Steve thirsting after his daughter was all in all pretty bad. At first, he didn’t think much off her. She was, after all, still a kid in his eyes. A pretty one, yeah, sure, but she was young and innocent, and he saw her more and more – completely by happenstance, of course. He wasn’t being a weirdo, he just liked hanging out at Bucky’s place. Besides, they had always been close, and after Steve had introduced Bucky to Loes, it was kind of a given that Steve was just there.  

Steve saw Y/N grow up, go through life and, of course, saw an array of boyfriends coming and going, and something in him stirred. Bucky, Tony and Sam were his guys, his team, and he had known Y/N since she was brought into the world, but now? Oh, he felt something about her – she was kind, sweet and he felt comfortable in her company. In a very normal, non-romantic, or sexual way, of course. It just kind of spiraled from there, really. They had a kind of jovial and carefree relationship, before they were sent out again. He didn’t think too much about it when she hugged him goodbye, but in some way the scent of her perfume stuck in his nose. Then the letters started on their last mission. Bucky got one, and then Steve got one. The slanted handwriting was unfamiliar to him, but Bucky lit up in a grin, the desert heat already made his nose redder than a tomato. “She sent you one, huh?” He asked, waving his own letter. Steve swallowed thickly. “She only sends those to the ones, she likes. Sam, the bastard, never gets one.” Bucky laughed, when Sam shouted from a little ways away. “I’m still her favorite.” Steve didn’t mind their conversation at all, too focused on her handwriting and the news she brought from home. She told him the results of the recent game (Steve, I wish I understood what’s so fun about watching grown men run around, carrying an elongated ball) and her recent problems with her history teacher (honestly, he’s a dick. I know more about WW2 than he does), and he responded pretty quickly after that. Then it just became a monthly thing and had been ever since. He kept all the letters in his bait-box. When he visited for thanksgiving, he almost fell to his ass, when she greeted him. She had grown up. In a way, that made every cell in his body scream for him to just fucking take her, damned the consequences. He willed himself to contain the thoughts about burying himself deeply inside of her, and ever since then, Steve had a mighty hard time controlling himself around her.

It didn’t help that he moved onto the same street as Bucky, Loes and Y/N, when a house was up for rent and Loes innocently said it would do Steve good to get out of the city. She wasn’t wrong, per se, but it didn’t do Steve any good moving closer to a very dangerous, off-limits and tabooed object of his desires.

When he - by complete accident – one late night saw Y/N fucking a lanky boy in a car with the windows slightly fogged up, he almost lost himself completely. The image of her bouncing on a cock, her eyes closed and her nipples pert, got him through many nights, and it made it hard for him to look her in the eyes.

And now, he was here, in front of their door on the way to Bucky’s birthday-party, that he insisted he held, despite hating birthdays (although Steve was sure it was Loes’ doing, because it meant baking for the boys, and that was always fun). And Y/N was going to be here.

Before he could do something stupid like turn around and go back home to sulk, the door opened to a smiling Y/N, and Steve had to remind himself that he was – theoretically – a good man, who would not do anything with Y/N, because she looked like a damn vision. She was wearing a dress, that made every single curve stand out. The white stood out against her skin and made him want to lick it, and she smelled like roses and summer. She was seriously dangerous. “Steve!” She hugged him, and he tensed for a brief moment, but didn’t have time to relax into the hug before she let go of him again. The scent of her shampoo clung to him. “Come on, they’re all in the yard. Don’t ask me why Uncle Tony and uncle Sam are wrestling, I don’t know.” He followed her and tried his hardest to look everywhere but her ass, which proved to be harder than he thought, when she dropped her phone and bent down to pick it up. That dress was dangerously short, and it would require nothing more than a gust of wind, to expose her fully. He bit back a groan. “Listen, I don’t know how long I’m staying…” He trailed off when she stilled, turned to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him inside the office – the door closest to them – and shut the door behind her. He swallowed thickly. “Steve, listen…” She sighed. “I don’t know what happened, but you’ve been off for a while. I feel like I’ve done something wrong, because you’re never here anymore and when you are, you leave so quickly.” She bit her lip. “Anyway, if it’s something I did, I’m sorry. Really. Don’t worry, I’m staying out of your way today, I’m on maid-duty.” She chuckled a little at that. “Oh, I, uhm…” How was he supposed to tell her that he saw her get railed hard in a car, by someone who clearly didn’t give her what she wanted, and the reason he wasn’t around, was because he was constantly imagining himself fucking her until she couldn’t see straight? “I, you didn’t really… You haven’t done anything wrong, Y/N. Honestly, I’ve just been in my head.” She nodded but didn’t look like she believe him at all. “Alright.” She sounded unconvinced, and honestly, he couldn’t blame her. “Well, then…” She opened the door and smiled at him. “Have fun.”

 He loathed himself right now. Absolutely. He was barely paying attention to his friends, laughing and drinking – Sam had sent him a few strange looks, because Steve was normally a talkative guy, but at this moment, he couldn’t stop looking towards the house. It was a mess. The few glimpses of Y/N in the kitchen were sending jolts of energy through him, and even though he absolutely hated himself for it, his cock stirred with every new glimpse.

“Steve, what’s going on with you?” Sam asked, nudging his shoulder and handed him a fresh beer. “Not… Don’t worry about it, man, I’m doing good.” “Nah, Stevie has serious girl-troubles.” Steve almost choked on his beer and shot a pointed look towards Tony, who was grinning wildly at him. He had somehow managed to figure out that Steve was in turmoil, but not with who. “Oh, seriously? You’ve been out of the game since she who must not be named.” Sam piped up. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I’m not going to do anything about it, boys.” And he meant it. In his dreams, maybe, but he was not going to actually pursue her. “Why?” Bucky asked, settling down in the lawn chair next to him. Steve sighed. “She’s… She’s young.” “Oh?” Bucky leaned forward. “Young as in… Like thirty? Or young as in underage?” “Bro, Steve wouldn’t fuck around with a minor.” Sam whacked Bucky across the back of his head. “She’s mid-twenties.” He didn’t want to say more about it. “Well, that’s not half bad.” “Bad enough.” Steve took a gulp of his beer. Sam was getting glossy-eyed and spilled a little of his beer down his shirt. “I say… hick… Go for it.” Steve rolled his eyes. If only Bucky knew who Steve had his eyes on, because then he would not be telling him to go for it. He’d probably pull Steve’s arms off and stuff them up his ass. “Wait…” Sam’s eyes widened, and Steve’s heart almost fell out of his ass. Sam’s eyes shot from Steve to the window, where Y/N was visible through. “Sam, a word?” He spat out, praying to any God in existence that Sam could keep his damn, drunk mouth shut. He didn’t give Sam time to answer but pulled him to his feet and dragged him to a far-off corner of the yard.

“Dude.” Sam whispered. “Sam…” “You’re pining after Y/N?? The girl, you’ve known since she was a literal baby?” Sam spat. “I’m not…” “You’re sick. That’s sick. I’m going to be sick.” Sam frowned. “She used to call you uncle, dude.” “I know, Sam. Why do you think I’m staying away from her?” He groaned. “I’m trying my best here.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I don’t know what happened, seriously, and I’m keeping myself in check.” “Bro…” Sam looked at him with a small frown. “You need to seriously reconsider your position here. Buck’s going to flay you.” “… If he finds out.” “Don’t do that. Don’t leave a window open.” Sam snapped. “Get yourself under control, find someone your own age.” “Trying, Sam.” Steve mumbled and looked to the Bucky and Tony, who were singing loudly along to Barbie Girl. Sam sighed and clapped Steve’s shoulder before leaving Steve to himself.

It took him a solid ten minutes to start moving towards the guys again, but he was stopped halfway there by a voice. “Steve!” Loes poked her head out of the kitchen window. “Steve, I need your help, please!” He walked the distance in a few strides and met Loes with a smile. “What’s up?” “You’re not drunk, are you?” “Slightly.” She cocked an eyebrow. “On a scale from me to Tony, how drunk are you?” Steve turned to look at Tony, who was currently trying to give a very disgruntled Sam a lap-dance to the wonderful sounds of Simple Man. Weird choice. “Okay, maybe more in your area.” “Great, can we borrow you for a few minutes?” She asked. “Sure.” He went inside and frowned slightly at the look in Loes eyes. She looked like she was brewing a plan, and that look never made him feel good. The last time she wore that look, he ended up in a corset, at a karaoke-bar and a blind date. “So… You know we’re trying to make Y/N’s old room into a library, right?” Yes…?” She looked up the stairs. “Well, we’ve hit a standstill. And you’re pretty strong…” “Oh no, am I building something? It’s Buck’s birthday.” “Not building, just holding. Please, I promised I’d bring out eclairs.” She pouted and he groaned. “Fine. I just...?” He pointed up the stairs and she nodded. “You’re golden. Thank you! Y/N is up there, it won’t take a long time, I promise.” “Yeah, yeah, the last time you said that I had to wait three hours for you and Bucky to leave the bedroom.” She just winked at him.

 “Y/N, I’m…” He trailed off when he saw her. It was entirely unfair. She had swapped her dress for a pair of loose, short shorts and a tank top that hid absolutely nothing. “Oh, thank God. Can you come here?” When he could finally see anything but her body, he noticed her arms quivering under the wait of the bookshelf she was holding up. “I was trying to screw this hole, but it just won’t go in from this direction, and Lo had to help dad…” He swallowed thickly at her doubled words. “Uh… Yeah, I’m, uh… Where do you want me?” She shimmied a little, but couldn’t let go of the bookshelf, so he moved to stand behind her and prop the damn thing up, so she could reach whatever hole she needed. Her old bed was still in here, and the room was pretty much in disarray beyond that – boxes and things were littered around the room, and it looked like a bigger project than he had expected such a small room to be. “Alright, I got it.” He mumbled, trying not to focused too much on how close she was to him. “Thank you, okay, I just need…” and then she bent over, pushing her ass against his groin. Fuck. He did his best to contain it, but when she shuffled on her feet, it moved against him, and a groan slipped past him. “Sorry, did I hit you with the screwdriver?” She asked, looking back at him. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. That was not what he needed to see right now. Lewd images ran across his brain and imprinted themselves. “No, I just… Please, for the love of God, finish this or stop moving so damn much.” And with that, his cock twitched against his jeans. He had a small hope that she didn’t notice, but she shot up and turned to face him. “Are you… Hard?” she whispered. Her eyes flickered down and back to his face. “Oh.” “Well… You were… And you’re wearing… Just, let’s get this done, please?” His face felt warm. “But… Why?” She asked innocently, but something in her eyes shined. It was this fucking magnetic pull, and they were both completely lost to it. She inched a little closer. “Don’t do this.” He pleaded. “Seriously, I’ve been having a hard enough time just being near you, I can’t fucking do this.” “Do what?” she bit her damned lip, and he lost control, pushing the bookshelf to stand and wrapped his arms around her waist in a single move, before lifting her from the ground and pushed her against the closed door. “Do you have any fucking idea, what you do to me? Watching those boys come in and out of your house, sometimes your window, knowing what you did?” She swallowed thickly and her legs wrapped around him. “Oh? What, Steve, you want to be the one coming in and out of my window at night?” She didn’t even question how he knew it. “I shouldn’t.” “That’s not an answer.” “Y/N, what the…” He gently put her down on the ground and backed away. Her scent was intoxicating, and it was hard thinking straight. “We can’t be doing this. You shouldn’t want to do this.” He said softly. “What if I do, huh?” She asked, stepping closer to him. “Maybe I want you.” “I’m double your age. I…” “If you’re going to say that you are old enough to be my dad, I’m going to smack you. That’s a cliché.” He rolled his eyes. “Cliché or not, it’s the truth.” “Have you considered the fact that I’m actually a legal adult?” She stepped closer again and he stepped back, his calves hitting her bed. “Listen, if my dad can find someone half his age, what’s the problem of me doing it the other way around?” “The problem is that Buck is like family. You’re family, okay? This is so wrong, I should go.” He sidestepped, but stopped dead in his tracks when she whined, and he turned to face her. “Please, don’t go, Steve…” She looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Don’t give me that fucking look.” “What look?” She asked, licking her lips. “Like you want to have my cock in your mouth.” “Maybe I do.” She whispered back, and he was going to hell, because he could not stop looking at the goddamned strap on her shoulder, that was slowly inching down her shoulder. “Baby, you need to stop right now.” “Why?” His eyes moved to her face, and his willpower was fading quickly. “Because if you don’t, I don’t know what I’ll do.” She quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked. “I’d prefer your worst.” Well, then.

He was on her in seconds, his fingers wrapping around the strap of her top; her lips were so fucking close, so close, that he could practically taste them. “Baby girl, you don’t know what you’re asking.” “I think I do.” Her fingers drew lines on his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Yeah? What are you asking?” He was treading dangerous waters, and he knew it. If Bucky found out, he was a dead man. “I’m asking you to fuck me, Steve.” She was looking into his eyes without abandon. Well, if he was going to hell, he might as well have fun on the way.

His lips found hers and it was electrifying. She moaned against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, her body practically melting into him. His fingers were burning imprints into her skin, where the tank top had risen a little, and the feeling of her skin against him, almost made him lose control completely.

It wasn’t until her hand moved between their bodies, inching down to his hard cock, straining against his jeans, that he realized what he was doing. He pulled away with a choked gasp, as if it caused him physical pain to do – which, to be fair, it almost did – and held her at arm’s length, panting. Her eyes were darkened and hooded with lust. “What, Steve?” “I… We can’t be doing this. We shouldn’t, I… I, uh, fuck… I should go.” He gulped. “Please, I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, Steve… You think I haven’t seen the way you look at me?” She asked, wiping her bottom lip with her thumb. “We can’t, Y/N. I… This is so fucking wrong, you have no idea.” “I have a very clear idea, actually. You’re not the only one with shit on the line here.” “Y/N…” She slowly moved closer to him, and he didn’t have the willpower to draw back again. “Steve… Tell me right now that you haven’t thought about it.” She stepped close enough for their chests to touch and her fingers found some of the hair in the nape of his neck, tugging it slightly. “Don’t think I don’t know that you’ve been keeping tabs on me. I know you saw me that night with Adam in the car, didn’t you?” He swallowed thickly. “Did you go home and think of me? Think of filling my tight, little pussy with your cock?” She whispered. He was uncomfortably hard. “Taking me and showing me how a real man feels?” He nodded. “I’ve watched you too, you know. Whenever you had dates over… I’ve heard them scream your name and walk out on shaky legs.” She swallowed thickly. “So…. Tell me right now, that you don’t want me, that you’ve never wanted me, and I’ll stop.” “I can’t.” “Then stop thinking and do it.” Her lips found his again, and he lost it. There wasn’t any way on this earth, that he’d be able to run back from her, turn from this. “Fuck, we gotta be quiet and fast, got it?” He mumbled, lifting her, and pushing her onto the bed. “Yeah.” She was not really here to talk but busied herself pulling her clothes off. “Fucking hell, Y/N…” He practically moaned as she stripped, throwing her clothes to the floor. “Why are you still dressed?” She asked, now fully naked. He couldn’t think – her body was everything, all he could see and think about. Her body was perfection to him. He snapped out of it when she chuckled a little, and he stripped down faster than anything he had ever done, his cock bouncing slightly when his boxers fell. She licked her lips and her eyes zeroed in on his hard, throbbing cock. “Steve, get over here right now.” “Little girl, don’t start bossing me around now.” He said with a smirk, watching her chest heaving. She whimpered when he slowly crawled on top of her, spreading her legs with his knee. “You’re going to behave, aren’t you? Be a good girl for me?” Where the confidence came from, he didn’t know, but the way she reacted was more than enough for him to keep going. She whined and rolled her hips, her fingers grabbing a tight hold on the back of his neck. “Kiss me.” She tried pulling him to her lips, but he tutted. “Ask nicely, baby.” He let his fingers wander to her inner thigh, dragging against them with slight pressure; it was enough for her to gasp, and he inched higher, chuckling darkly when he reached her core. “Oh, baby, so wet already, huh?” He hissed when his fingers made contact with her soaking folds. “So wet for me, aren’t you? Want me in you, baby?” he asked as his fingers slowly sunk into her; he was a knuckle deep with two fingers, and she was already squirming around him, her breathing shallow and small whimpers falling from her lips. “Please… Oh my God, please, I’m… Fuck!” He chuckled again, slowly moving in and out of her. “What do you want, baby?” he asked. He knew he was torturing her, and he was probably dragging this out for way too long, considering where they were, but it was so fucking good to feel her like this. “Just… Fuck me!” She whimpered again and he felt her tighten around his fingers. “Baby, I need to warm you up first, I can’t…” She moaned when his fingers twisted. “I don’t care, just take me, please!” “Baby…” She whimpered again and it was truly the most beautiful sound he ever heard. “Fuck, okay… Hold your hand out.” She looked at him questioningly and he removed his fingers and slapped her across the face. The sound that came from her would in normal circumstances be enough to make him cum right then and there. “Yes, sir.” She whispered, when she found her voice, and held her hand out, palm up, to him. He spat into it, and she shuddered in pleasure as it hit her palm. He would store that for later. “Grab my cock, baby girl. Stroke me nice and slow for a minute.” She nodded and he shuffled around, so he was on his back with her straddling his thighs, her soaking pussy hitting the skin – she moaned and rolled her hips, pressing down against his thigh as her wet palm connected with his throbbing cock, holding it tightly and began to stroke it, while she grinded against his thigh. “Oh, my baby likes to ride my thigh, huh? Want to… Fuck…” She tightened her grip and began to twist her hand slowly, as she moved her small hand up and down. “Want to cum on my thigh, baby?” He grunted and tensed his leg, eliciting a moan from her. “Oh my God, yes… Fuck, you’re so big, holy shit…” she moved faster, her hips snapping to relieve some of the ache, soaking his leg with her wetness, pumping his cock as fast as she could. She moaned and her hips stuttered in their movements for a breath, before she gasped and ground down hard, stopping her movements with her hand. She was shaking, and he grabbed her hips, guiding her back and forth on his thigh to let her ride it out. She was moaning loudly, and he removed his right hand from her hip to clasp it over her mouth. “Stay fucking quiet, or I’ll stuff your mouth so full, you won’t be talking for days.” He threatened and felt her lips turn up in a smile. “Oh, you’re a fucking slut, baby.” His grip on her tightened and removed his hand from her lips slowly, grabbing her hips again and slowly guided her to his hard cock – it was leaking precum and the thought of pumping her full, fucking breeding her, make everyone see who she belonged to, flashed before him and it broke him. With a roar, he flipped them and lined himself up with her dripping pussy, stopping right before he entered her completely. “You sure about this? If we do this, there’s no going back.” She rolled her eyes, that fucking brat, and smirked up at him. “Baby, if you don’t get inside me, I’ll scream so loud, my dad…” She cut off with a loud moan when he entered her in one fell, thrust.

It was fucking heaven to be inside of her. She was so tight and wet, he was close to shooting his load right then and there, and he had to contain himself from just fucking her so hard, she wouldn’t be able to use her legs. “Steve…” She moaned his name like a fucking prayer. “I’m not going to break. Just fuck me.” He didn’t need to be told twice.

He pulled out, almost all the way, before snapping his hips and burying himself deeply inside of her. She screamed, but he slapped a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet and began fucking her relentlessly. If he thought it felt good to be inside of her with his fingers, this was heaven. She was tight, wet, and warm, and his cock dragged against her walls perfectly – her body shivered, and she clenched slightly around him as he sped up his movements and she moaned behind his hand. “Fuck, you feel so good around me, baby… You’re taking me so well, aren’t you?” She nodded furiously and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper. “I’ve wanted to be buried in you for years, Y/N… Fuck…” He moaned as well and bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself from getting too loud. He felt her twitch and clench around his cock, and he grinned down at her. “Oh, is my good, little slut going to cum, huh? You think you can keep quiet, baby? I need you to… shit… Fuck, I need to feel you cum around me, make a mess out of me, baby…” She moaned behind his hand again, and despite his better judgement, he removed the hand, holding her hips and angling himself deeper. She whimpered and a string of moans mixed with his name fell from her lips before her head lolled back and her jaw went slack. He spat in her mouth, and she whined in pleasure and came so fucking hard, he could practically feel her vibrating. “Atta girl…” He mumbled and kissed, licked, and bit down on her exposed neck. She was clenching him so hard, he could barely move, and he felt her gush wetness around him. “Fuck, that’s so hot… Shit, look at you, baby… Look at how well you’re taking me…” He grunted and let her ride it out, before he stilled and flipped them over, so she was straddling him – her nails dug into his chest, leaving indents from her nails on his skin. “Take what you want, Y/N.” She opened her eyes and looked down at him, before she leaned forwards and kissed him deeply, slowly beginning to move her hips; she was moving in circles for a little bit, and then began bouncing on his cock – it felt entirely too good like this. “Shit, baby…” He moaned. “You’re going to make me cum like this…” Her hips stuttered for a moment, before she sped up and he let his hands rest on her hips. “Is that what you want? Want me to fill you… Pump you full of my cum, breed you?” She cursed and moaned, and he began to furiously move her hips – she barely weighed anything to him, and he easily moved her up and down his cock, chasing his high as her pussy clenched around him, drawing him deeper and deeper into her. “Let the world see who you belong to?” He mumbled, freeing a hand to play with her nipples. She moaned loudly and wetness gushed around him, the sounds of her wet folds meeting his skin filling them room and his ears; it was the single most amazing sound, he had ever heard. “Yes… St-Steve, yes! Fucking…” She moaned. “Use me… U-use me like your litt… Little fuckdoll… Please, fill me… I want you to f-fill me, please…” She mumbled and he felt her clench again. He should care if she was on birth control, he should care that he was fucking his best friend’s daughter in their house, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “Good girl, cum with me…” He mumbled and placed his feet firmly on the mattress to gain more leverage. He was close too, and when he sped up, holding her firmly in place with his hands, she screamed soundlessly and came wildly around him; her pussy clenched him and held him deeply, milking him for all he had. He came with a roar, pumping rope after rope of his hot cum inside of her, painting her walls white. He could feel it drip out along the side of his cock and he almost came again just by the thought of it. “Fuck, baby…” He finally spoke after a few minutes. She had folded over him, her face resting against his shoulder, her perked nipples brushing his naked chest every time she breathed. “Fuck indeed.” She whispered. He gently moved her off of him – they both hissed when he slipped out of her – and laid her down next to him, holding her tightly. “Steve…” She mumbled his name while her fingers drew circles on his chest. “I meant it. I’ve wanted this for a while.” “I know, baby. You didn’t think you were a good enough actor as a teen to hide your crush on me, did you?” He felt her cheeks heat up. “I knew, honey.” “So… What now?” She asked. “Now?” He kissed her forehead. “Now, I get dressed, I go say goodbye to your drunk father and your sweetheart of a stepmother, and leave.” “But…” He shushed her when she began protesting. “Let me finish.” He chuckled. “Then I’ll drive around the corner and wait. You’re going to say goodbye to your family and kiss them on the cheek with that filthy mouth of yours, and then you’ll come to meet me.” He lifted her face by her chin. She whimpered a little. “And you’re going to be a good girl for me, get on the back of my motorcycle and come home with me.” “Oh, am I?” “Yes, you are. You’re going to let me eat you out until you can’t fucking speak, and then I want to see what your mouth can do.” He kissed her lazily. “And then… I want to use you until the sun comes up, mark you up. Make sure nobody tries anything with my girl.” “What about my dad?” He sighed. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, okay?” She nodded. “Besides, I have a sneaky suspicion that Loes might already know. She gave me the Look.” “Oh… Yeah, no, she knows then.” He laughed and get up to get dressed.

When he was fully dressed, he leaned back down over her and kissed her deeply. “I’m expecting you on the corner of the street in exactly 20 minutes, got it?” She grinned. “Got it, captain.”

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[neonovember]

Incorrect mail and an interrupting neighbour

bucky x black!reader

summary: you: a tired university professor, find yourself periodically returning mail to rightful receiver: a brooding brunette haired man, who always happens to be everywhere, or no where.

warning; hints of nsfw, slow burn (yes it’s a hazard people), bucky being bucky, mentions of exam season (yet another hazard!), tooth rotting fluff & an interrupting neighbour. pls tell me if i’ve missed anything!

notes: so..let’s not talk about me creeping back into my hole for a month. let’s instead talk about this slow burn of bucky that isn’t featuring a 20 year old, woohoo! wrote this on my phone in my notes app during my 10 minute work break, so let’s not get into the spelling or grammar. kind of the first installment of my series with bucky and well you, so buckle in people, this is gonna be a fun ride :)

Gliding down the lit corridor of your apartment, you tirelessly balance ungraded papers and books in one hand whilst gripping your burgundy satchel in the other.

You grimaced as you bent down, sore legs from countless hours on your feet amusing a room full of post graduates who for some reason took a class in archive history.

You reach for the cold metallic feel of your keys, but before you can grasp your saviour to a long day you notice a small box, wrapped in chestnut paper with a ribbon securing its sides. It was the third time this week you groaned, hastily picking it up and unsecurely balancing it on top of an already crumbling pile. Opening the door to your overly expensive apartment, you’re met with the sweet scents of your home, vanilla bean and hazelnut wafts from secular corners and the diffuser prepped on the foyer spurt out scents of eucalyptus. A gift from your mother after she’d gone on a wellness retreat, nothing cures stress then a corporate bought overly expensive mister.

Sighing you slowly put down the heaped piles in your hands, relief from the cramped position.

Slowly undressing yourself, from the crinkled button up and suit pants you swiftly jump into the warm heathen that is your shower. The scent of coconut and shea butter wafting into your bloodstreams, the practically scalding water working your kinks and knots. After glinting with droplets of water and wrapped in a rough towel (they work better..trust me) you quickly make work of shuffling into your cotton undergarments and apply your lotion. You loved applying the cold softness of your shea butter cream over your heat emitting skin, pressing into your crevices and folds and rubbing into the soft streaks that went down your inner thighs. You made sure to relax during this intimate moment with your body, a form of therapy to the tubules relationship that was intimacy and body acceptance.

Slipping into your worn checkered oversized top paired with the soft burns of your trusted pajama pants you feel only fully completed once you’ve finally put on your calf high fuzzy socks.

Almost as if you forget you finally noticed the imbalanced box on your table wall. It wasn’t the first time you’d gotten strange mail that most certainly not yours, always misplaced from your neighbor across.

Something about a ups error in their system, still not being fixed till this day despite the countless phone calls and emails sent, left you having to deal with finding the appropriate receiver yourself. You’ve got better things to do..you lie, you don’t.

You hesitate to pick up the misplaced postage, half because you couldn’t be bothered taking the damn mail across the hallway after just having a bit of leisure time, and half because of your neighbour himself. 6ft tall, muscle on muscle taut against whatever tshirt he knew was 2 sizes too small, with a face you can’t look to hard at or you’ll go blind.

He was an always ever brooding man, with dark features seperated only by his steel blue eyes, slanted and heavy, half lid as though even looking was too meticulous for him.

He moved in a few months after you had, and although you had taken the impression that he did not want to be bothered, something in you keened and itched to find out who he was. The insatiable need to just know him, whether simply aquantedly or something..more, grew from months of being surrounded by facts and knowledge. What more historic that investigating a practical fossil? (Redacted..I’m sorry lmao)

You had ferociously berated yourself after that thought, even IF it had been so long since you’ve left the dating world, you were not at all ready to be thrown back in. Enough nightmare first dates and ruined relationships told you that much. Yet, there was always an emptiness that resides in you when you came home to house that was empty. Something in you wanted a person, wanted someone to hold, someone to love.

It was hard, if you took a the time to be honest, to watch as family and friends moved into adulthood. Married, some with kids, some without, whilst you were still in the eager transition of single life. Hopeless in finding the one, if there even was one. You convinced yourself that your work was enough, and it was, for a while. You enjoyed, no loved, teaching. Walking into a lecture room filled with bright eyed college students who wanted to actually learn. But even then, the lie had seeped fast and quick. Long hours grading papers may take your mind of what a hopeless failure you were in love, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there.

What hurt worse was that you didn’t really give up, putting on a facade that you were happy single was tiring and was felt by everyone around you. Side glances when you talked about your job as if it was your husband steered you away from ever having that conversation again.

After everything, after you stripped of the makeup and tore off your heels, after you were in bed amongst the sheets, illuminated by the crescent moonlight, was when you were truly and utterly honest with yourself. It was then that you knew you still yearned for the heavy weight of someone else on the bed. The scent and weight of a man, a woman, someone. God you were pathetic. When the man moved in across from you, there was a flash of hope, that maybe he would be the one. Call it a fairytale or some wicked thing called fate, but it wasn’t soon that you where reminded your reality of dissapointment. You brushed of the hope, it disappearing as quickly as it came.

You were happy you did, because if the silent closeted expressions he always wore when he glanced to you told you anything, it was that he clearly wasn’t interested.

Reluctantly grabbing the postage you quietly marched over to his door. He’s macho exterior wasn’t going to stop you from being a model citizen, you’d decided it was final. Slowly wrapping a hand to knock the door suddenly opened swiftly.

Almost as if he knew you were coming, he stared down at your frame, as tall and as godlike as ever. A black henley stretched over the massive muscle that was his chest, rippled towards his abdomen outlining every single indentation that bore his skin. Black sweatpants hung low on his hips, the peek of skin giving way to the indentation that lead to his... god you were sick. Quickly looking away from the outline of his crotch you took notice of his sharped face.

His chestnut hair curled towards his sides was pushed behind his ears, reaching just below his ticked jaw. It wasn’t too long enough to characterise him as a hipster, no, the length was just right, exuding a sense of difference and ominous attraction. His lips were curved into a comfortable line, tethering on nonchalant and..happy? Stubble bore his jaw, grazing againts his flushed skin. Your fingers itched to scratch them, how would they feel? On your hands? Between your legs? Steering at the irrational thought you looked up to his steel blue slated eyes, assessing you descritely, almost in scrutiny.

The way he looked at you made you feel naked, his gaze like an X-ray, like he could see through everything. All the insecurities, all the thoughts, everything you hid that your body kept score of. Suddenly you felt insecure, something you never felt.

Here you were, cowering amongst a fucking god, while your hair was in a messy updo, frazzled curls framing your face. He quirked up an eyebrow, almost noticing your sudden discomfort reeling you back into his frame. Realizing why you were here in the first place you softly shook your head in disbelief, god you were practically drooling on this poor man’s front door step.

“Sorry to bother you, but your mail ended up at my place, atleast I think it’s your mail?” You said chirpy, sick with fake enthusiasm. You were tired.

He tore his eyes from your face and glanced at the package in your hands.

His face turned gleefully.

“Thank you! I was wondering were these went”

You keened at his expression, his voice, scruff like he was recovering from a cold, but smooth and silky, like a jazz record glinting bright against a speakeasy ceiling. His quirked expression was gorgeous, half sheepish and half giddy at the return of a supposedly awaiting package. You nodded smiling, handing him the package grasped between your hands.

He reached for it, fingertips brushing against your wrist, a ghost of affection you’ve gone far too long without. Suddenly squeaking at the touch, he pulles away swiftly, misunderstanding your sudden desire for uneasiness. You looked up at him through your lashes, eyes glinting with mischief and desire. You weren’t usually this upfront, this open to what you were wanted, but it’s been enough god damn time without. He looked down, eyes glinting in the same manner, turning dark with lust. Suddenly pulled from your transaction a neighbour, Holly..? Hope? Something called your name.

“Hey! I heard the university has been pulling you at your wits end! At least exams periods are over huh?” She smiled eyes gliding over yours and Bucky hands entangled.

“Oh, was I interrupting something?” She said, her grocieries in a bag, keys dangling in the keyhole

Bucky looked back towards you, eyebrows quirking up almost to ask “what next”?

Pulled back to the realm of adulthood, you slowly unlatched your fingers from Bucky’s, shaking slightly from just the touch.

Clearing your throat you replied swiftly

“No uh, just being a good neighbour” you said eyes travelling to Holly and back to Bucky who nodded slowly, biting back a grin that was oh so close to peeking out. You swallowed thickly, the remnants of the practically soft porn scene leaving a aftertaste in your mouth.

“Well see you, you too Bucky” she said smiling, looking towards Bucky, you turn towards him, half expecting him to be looking towards Holly. But he was already looking at you, whispering a bye to your neighbour not taking a moment to take his eyes off of you.

“Thank you, it’s not always that someone will do this, take time out of their day I mean” he says gingerly scratching the nape of his neck, his tousled auburn hair reaching to the point of unruly. He made it look good though, always.

“Yeah, uh no problem, it’s only civil duty” You smiled, you could feel it crinkle into the croons of your eyes.

His eyes crinkled at the comment, a chuckle reaching his throat but not quite fully escaping.

“Is it civic duty to open the door to such a beauty?” He whispered lowly, taking a moments to look down your frame, half nodding in what you hoped was appreciation

You blushed, the heat spilling into your cheeks, your bloodstream, your heart, everywhere. Compliments always made you cower, no matter how many you received it was always a surprise to catch the eye of a stranger, forever holding them to your heart.

Tucking a loose curl behind your ear, you tried to compose yourself before you turned into a heaping sweaty mess on the carpeted floor, not very neighbourly huh?

“Yes, well my parents taught me well, and anyways, I had to get a smile out of you somehow” You replied looking down as you said the last few words, shyness creeping into your frame.

At that he laughed, sharp canines peeking from redden lips as he threw his head back, gripping his chest in exhalation

“You got me there, I guess my cold exterior couldn’t last that long huh?”

“You bet it won’t” you replied smiling now along with him, it was infectious, his laugh, and you willed everything in your being to bring another one out of him.

“Seriously, thank you, I’ve been waiting for this for a long time”

You smiled, nodding your head.

“None of that, it’s fine really, we’re neighbours now yeah?

You smiled taking out your palm from inside your elbow, hanging in the air, awaiting his own.

“Of course, weren’t we always?”

He replied gripping his long manicured five inch acrylics fingers around my own. (I couldn’t resist)

“Yes, but not neighbours, you know?”

He chuckled, clearly understanding the obvious difference in pronounciation

“Well then neighbour, I hope to see you around” he replied eyes boring into my frame, seriousness taking over his eyes, away from the charming goofy glint of before

“Oh you’ll see me, but I’m not that convinced I’ll see you” you said in a pointed expression towards him.

“Oh no doll, for you, for you I’ll be around”. He replied softly, nodding in amusement as if it was a known fact.

He slowly stepped back into his emulsifying apartment, hints of toffee and apples wafting through the encrusted chestnut door. Slowly walking back, you don’t hear the click of the door until you’re in your apartment. He watched you, made sure you made your way back, you don’t know why but that lit up something in you, be it uncautionary hope for love, or just the depths of your desire begging for release.

I back myself against my door, whilst inside my apartment. The eucalyptus diffuser still spitting out puffs of air, the stack of stacked papers still left untouched and ungraded, everything is completely the same. Nothing, absolutely nothing, has shifted, you chant this to yourself like a mantra. So why do you feel like everything has?

You feel this unerving sensation of missing something, and it takes you until you’ve sat down for dinner at your oak blanched dining to realise, it’s him. You miss him. His tousled auburn hair, his crinkled slanted eyes, his high cheekbones dusted with the forgetfulness of shaving. Even his sarcastic comments and stoic stature was something you yearned to have within your space.

At heart, you were a romantic, and even through bundles of work and lectures from family friends who knew more, you realised nothing had changed. Your encounter with James has ruined any sense of accomplishment you thought you had, blown over like a pyramid of cards to the wind. You thought you’d be mad, thought you’d try and distance yourself from him to avoid the inevitable heartache that would come to a love dreamt, but whilst you were tucking into the cold pressed sheets of your king size bed, what was the expected regret, instead was content.

You were content with your glass box shattering, as long as James was the one throwing the axe.

[holylulusworld]

Still my Winter Soldier

Summary: You follow Steve to save his friend and meet the winter soldier. He’s different than you thought he would be.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: angst, smut, unprotected sex, biting, dirty talk, a hint of orgasm denial, comforting

Sequel to: My Winter Soldier

He’s all muscles, hard as steel, beefy and strong when he presses you into the mattress. His grunts are the hottest thing you’ve ever heard as he let those noises out only for you.

“Fuck, that’s it doll.” His voice is low, dangerously close to your ear as he plunges deep into you. “Love to have this pussy around me.”

“Fucking shit, Bucky…” Your hands paw at his bulging biceps for dear life as he gets impossible faster, taking you apart all over again.

Cries fill the hideout and you are sure Steve can hear you with his advanced hearing, but you don’t care if your friend knows you get railed by his best friend in the best way possible.

“Wet, all wet for me. Look at you underneath me.” Rocking the bed with his strength Bucky smirks as you are a sweating mess for him.

He slides his tongue along your sweat-slicked neck, tasting the salty liquid like it’s divine nectar. “You taste like lust, power, and mine…”

“God, stop talking like that or I can’t hold back, Buck…” Your nails bite deep into his skin, leave crescent moons but he can’t feel the pain, only the pleasure of being inside of you.

“Hold it, Y/N. Remember what happened last time you came without permission.” Shuddering in anticipation you slide your hands up to his shoulders to grip him tightly.

“Doll don’t make me angry.”

“Fuck me, daddy. Fuck your bad girl hard as she will come without permission.”

Smug grin on his lips he pulls out to flip you onto your stomach. He wants to show you he’s in control, but you are not complaining as he lifts your ass to slide back into you.

Deep, so deep it borders on pain Bucky presses into you without mercy. Your hair in his fist, your body pinned to the mattress he turns you into a begging mess.

“Say it, doll!”

“You’re in control and I am…oh…please, Baby. I am yours…”

“That’s right…” Nibbling at your shoulder Bucky smirks as your walls tighten but you hold back the high.

“Such a good girl for me. I bet Stevie would love to see you like that. All obedient underneath me. Begging for my cock and so hard to handle at the same time.”

“Buck…please…oh…please…” Humming against your skin he angles his hips and you can hold it any longer. Your walls contract around his shaft and you slump onto the pillow, closing your eyes.

While you enjoy the high rippling through your body and pure pleasure float your senses you feel warmth fill your womb.

Bucky’s grips your hips tightly, groansas he watches sweat run down your back.

“Such a bad girl I have but you did so well. Almost an hour this time.” Toying with you Bucky ruts into your abused sex. “I think, I’ll let it slip this time.”

“How can I hold back an orgasm when you fuck me straight into the mattress?” Grunting you wiggle in Bucky’s grip.

“Training, doll. I will make sure you can hold it for two hours one day.” Nibbling at your skin, a dirty grin on his lips Bucky won’t pull out. “Got to make you my good girl after all.”

“Oh—yeah? You want me to be your good girl? I think you should know me by now. I am no one you can tame but I love it when you try…” Snickering you look over your shoulder, giving Bucky a wink.

“Love it too…” It’s the closest to ‘I love you’ you’ll get from the ‘broken man’ as Bucky likes to call himself. “You look so pretty in my bed, Y/N.”

“Damn, I thought I look pretty on every furniture, Buck.” Now Bucky snickers and you give him a dirty grin. “Maybe we should try the table or a chair just to be sure.”

“Steve would be disappointed.” Biting your neck Bucky groans. “He believes you are such a good girl but here you are, all wet for the bad guy in the game.”

“Why are you keep on telling me you are the bad guy?” Carefully slipping out of you Bucky falls onto the pillow next to you. He’s reaching out for you, opening his arms and you rest your tired body against his. “What you did is in the past. This wasn’t you, James…”

“Hmmm…” Eyes drifting toward the wall Bucky ignores your words, rather keeps on replaying the words Tony said in his mind. “You chose Steve’s side for me. Y/N…you shouldn’t have…”

“Buck, you should know me better.” Forcing his eyes back on you, holding his chin in a tight grip you look at him, shaking your head.

“No one made me chose a side, Buck. Tony is still my friend, I see his side too, but this wasn’t you killing his parents. I chose Steve’s side as I do not trust anyone more than him.”

“So…you want Stevie…” Smirk on his lips Bucky grabs your waist to roll you onto your back. “You’re mine, doll.”

“Bucky, I want you to stop torturing yourself. What those people did to you – what they made you do is in your past. For over two years you are helping Steve, Sam, Natasha and me to save people.” Humming Bucky hides his face in your neck, just inhaling your scent.

While you let James relax in your arms, you slide your fingers through his hair.

He’s whispering your name, not wanting to move as you press your body against his.

“What I did – I can never make this undone. I wish I could turn back time and not let them capture me. Maybe if I would’ve been faster and didn’t fall off the train. Maybe if I died…” Pressing your lips to his you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Never say that again, Bucky. I know the guilt is eating you up, but you’ve got a second chance and so far, you did well.”

“How is he?” Watching Bucky slam his fists into the punching bag Steve tries to get some answer out of you. “What about the nightmares?”

“He tries Steve, but it’s hard to settle in a new life when you got forced to do all those things against your will. The nightmares are better when I am around.” Nodding Steve glances at you, a smile on his lips.

“Anything I can do? Can I help him?” Patting Steve’s shoulder you shake your head. “Y/N?”

“The missions help, Cap. Every time Bucky can save someone, the nightmares disappear for a while. All we can do is assure him we are there for him and love him.”

“You love him…” Whispering the words Steve slings one arm around your shoulders. “That’s a good thing…right?”

“I don’t know if he wants me to love him, but I do. Bucky is distant on some days and the next day he won’t let go of me.” Giving Steve a nudge you turn to walk toward Bucky.

The super soldier tosses his boxing gloves into a duffle bag, smirking as you playfully punch his shoulder. “Done for today, Sergeant?”

“I think we can call it a day if there’s no mission for us or a damsel in distress to save.” Humming you slide your fingers through his hair, standing on tiptoes to press your lips to his cheek.

“Maybe I am a damsel in distress, and you need to save me. Can you lend me a hand, Bucky?” Giving him your sweetest smile, you chuckle as his hands grip your waist tightly.

“I think I rather play bad girl and the big bad wolf hunting you.” Your eyes lit up at his words. “I’ll count to three and then I am going to get you…”

“What the…?” Watching you run out of the improvised gym, giggling Steve shakes his head. “Bucky?”

“Got no time, Stevie.” Pointing toward you sticking your tongue out Bucky sprints toward the door to follow you. “She’s a bad girl.”

“And he’s still my winter soldier…”

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[moonvis]

One Last Battle [masterlist]

Ship: Bucky Barnes x reader

Plot: Six months after the events of endgame, after finally reuniting, Y/n and Bucky are ready to fully let go of all the battles they fought in the past. Just as they think the future holds a bright life for them, one last battle has to be fought. A battle for life itself, which leads Y/n to take action in preparing Bucky for the worst. With Bucky’s fears and Y/n’s future plan for him, will their relationship even last until the last battle is over?

Plot note: Based on the movie “Irreplaceable you”, set six months after the events of Endgame.

Warnings: angst, hospoitals, heartbreak, fluff. some smutty content in later chapters.

MASTERLIST

Chapter 1: Wrong expectations

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4:

Chapter 5

Chapter 6:

Chapter 7:

more will come...

thank you all for reading this series! I hope you enjoy/have enjoyed! All your support is appreciated! 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wasted 3

Warnings: drug dealing/use, violence, noncon, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥

Part of The Club AU

You guffaw. An ugly gesture that sends your cigarette flying. You barely catch it, twirling it between your fingers. You roll it and put it back to your lips. You flick your lighter and cup your hand over the flame.

"Sure, dude, let me just pop that roofie real quick," you shake your head and inhale a deep cloud of nicotine, "you think I'm one of these dumbass coeds. Fucking lunatic."

"Was being nice, shit ain't cheap," he growls.

"Uh huh," you blow out, "nice try."

He leans on the wall and watches you. You continue smoking, an arm across your stomach as the night breeze swirls around you. The gall of this dude. You're not that fucking stupid.

"You always this mouthy?"

You shrug and flick the ash off your smoke, "only to creepers pushing percs on the street."

"Molly," he corrects you.

"Don't give a shit," you sneer, "how do you think…" you turn on your heel and point towards the door, "those guys would like you running business in their pl–"

You have no time to react or scream. The cigarette falls from your grasp as a rough palm covers your mouth, an impenetrable embrace around your waist as you're dragged back. Your heels scrape on the ground as you murmur soundlessly into his hand.

You claw at his thick fingers, writhing against him as he hauls you into the alley with ease. Holy shit, he's strong. Stronger than you at least.

"You really wanna be a fucking narc?" He snarls against your head, "you know what I do to rats?"

You snap your teeth but they only glide against his calloused skin. You kick out, bringing your heels down aimlessly, wriggly as you latch onto his arm. What the fuck?

"Shh, baby, calm down," he taunts, "you keep fucking around and I won't be fucking nice."

You manage to pull his hand down, just an inch, "creep–"

He quickly smothers you again, spinning to slam you into the brick wall. You hear footsteps, voices, and shadows skew down from the mouth of the alley as figures pass. He keeps you pinned behind the dumpster, the stink of it roiling your stomach.

He doesn't move, pressing his legs against yours to still them, waiting with slow breaths for the group to pass. You twitch helplessly, overpowered easily. Holy fucking shit. Shit! You can get out of this. You have to.

You clap your hands against the brick and try to push away. Your arms shake, your body straining as you fight against his strength. You get a few inches from the wall before you collapse against it once more.

"You're gonna get yourself all worked up," he grunts as he snakes his arm around your throat, curling it until his bicep bulges, "you don't wanna do that. Trust me."

You feel his other hand run down your back, a small tug on the tail of your skirt. He feels between your bodies, fishing in his pocket as he keeps your windpipe blocked. You puff and wheeze, flailing as you fight to escape.

He covers your mouth again, a pill slipping through your teeth before you can clamp down. You nearly choke on the pasty capsule.

You cough as he seals his palm over your lips and brings his knee up to your lower back. He unhooks his arm, massaging your throat as he coaxes you to swallow. You have no choice and the tablet lumps before finally rolling past your reflex.

He holds you tight, waiting as he keeps your head tilted against his shoulder. He rocks you as he hushes your muffled snarls. Fucker!

"It's alright, baby, you'll feel it soon."

Your vicious words are muted by his palm as your spit slathers in fury. You grasp at his shirt, nails grazing his hard stomach. You twist and squirm, growing dizzy with the effort.

He snickers and nuzzles your crown, "come on, you're gonna have a bad trip if you don't calm down."

Your eyes round as you try to turn your head, hot breath fan over his hand. A surge of panicked frustration rises and has you bucking wildly. If he'd just let you the fuck go!

"You should listen. You're gonna be fucked if you keep this up. Trust me, you let yourself roll and you'll have the time of your life," he squeezes your jaw his other hand crawl up your stomach, "hell, I might too."

You babble and close your eyes. Your throat is hot and scratchy, your head wobbly from the vodka, your lungs burning with your struggle. You clasp onto his wrist as you resist the weightiness behind your eyes coupled with the strange lightness blooming in your skull.

"Almost there, deep breaths," he coos as he holds you flush to him. "You ever fuck high? It's like nothing else, baby."

Another rush of horror knots in your chest, quickly unraveled by the flow of hot and cold in your veins. You're buzzing, almost shaking as you feel the drugs taking over, mingling with the alcohol that coats your stomach. You drone as your head lolls.

He lets his hand fall from your chin and you giggle, leaning into him. Your eyes roll back as you succumb to the warring sensations. Fuck, you feel good.

"That's it," he purrs as your muscles slacken, "let's have some fun, hottie."

[harry-osborne]

When you realise the infinity war is going to make the MCU or break it

[notsopersonalcharlie]

charliewrites Masterlist

This is a revamped masterlist of everything that falls into the #charliewrites. I will work to continue updating the internal masterlists often! The original one was just getting too long.

Smut is indicated by ** || Mentions of smut are indicated by * || Unspecified reader gender means mostly neutral writing (I wrote from my own fem pov which is why i say mostly)

Recent Posts:

Won't Let You Go, Belle - Biker!Bucky Barners x afab!reader smut

Oklahoma Smokeshow - bfd!cop!Joel Miller x fem!reader - hurt/comfort

Work Divorce - The Interlude - Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader angst (the bridge to Work Divorce)

Don't Care Belle - Biker!Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader fluff

Criminal Minds Masterlist Link

Stranger Things Masterlist Link

Marvel Masterlist Link

Harry Potter

The One Where Remus Gets Harry

Shadow and Bone

My Queen** - Nikolai Lantsov x fem!reader

NCIS

Work Wife - Gibbs x fem!reader

The Last of Us

Oklahoma Smokeshow - bfd!cop!Joel Miller x fem!reader - hurt/comfort

[radi0active-thoughts]

Ghost, Chapter 1 - “I’ll Come Crashing”

A/N: Chapter inspired by the song "I'll Come Crashing" by A Giant Dog. I'm actually molding a playlist for this story on Spotify and I'll share the link as soon as it's ready. By the way, special thanks for @witchymarvelspacecase for being an amazing beta reader an helping me with my “not-that-good” english. <3

A/N, 2: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

Chapter summary: After a few days unconscious, the reader finds herself in a hospital bed and freaks out in a murderous way, until she finds out where she is.

Warnings (for the chapter): Violence, swearing and nudity. Oh, and light smut.

 Y/N: Your name Y/LN: Your last name.

Word count: 1,912

Upstate New York: A few days later

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I took a deep breath as I tried to open my eyes. There was a bright light flashing that made me not want to open my eyes. I was feeling had an almost unbearable headache.

“Shit,” I thought to myself, “Did I die? Is this the Purgatory?”

I made my eyes open and let them adjust to the light above me, so I could look around: The room I was in had entirely glass walls, and I was all wired up with in a lot of hospital like care equipment; a heart rate and blood pressure monitor, and an IV in my arm pumping medicine into my veins.

I gathered the strength to pinch my left arm, just to check if I was really alive, and I thanked God for cheating death. Damn straight. I began to move carefully and sat on the edge of the hospital bed. The scratches that I had earned during my journey through the Amazonian rainforest, and the bullet wounds I had gained were entirely healed.

“How did my injuries heal that fast? More importantly of it all: where the Hell I am?” I thought.

That's when I saw a guard at the door of my room. He was armed and wore all the attire for a private security guard. I continued to look at my surroundings and my body trembled as I tried to get up. 

"Calm down, Y/N" I sighed while stretching my body, my muscles stopped trembling from the tension they held. "Calm the fuck down... now, what do I do?"

All I wore was one of those surgical gowns with a rear opening, my hair wasn't tied, but I found a black hair tie. The armed dude at the door held a machine gun and had a few more compartments on his gear that held a knife and a revolver. I smirked.

"Oh, here's what I'm gonna do..." I whispered under my breath while tieing my hair in a ponytail.

I limped to the door and opened it, catching the guard's attention. He was kinda cute.

"Hey, handsome." I gave him my best smile. He didn't look impressed. "I'm kinda bored inside this room and you might be bored here too, so... why not help each other out and do something that both of us will enjoy, huh?"

He kept looking at me and I made sure I gave him an innocent smile and showed off my left leg, which is entirely tattooed with flowers.

"I can't, Miss." he responded simply and I pouted.

"What a shame." I approached him and caressed his thigh, lightly touching his cock. "We could be, you know, useful to each other."

"But people could see us." He whispered and gestured with his head to the walls, but I continued and I guided one of his hands, so he could touch me.

"We'd give 'em a hell of a show, don't you think?" I made him touch my inner thighs and his lips curved into a smile. He pulled my body to his and I reached his belt to find a taser. I turned it on.

"What are yo-UGH" I gave him no time to ask as his body reacted to the shock, falling to the floor. I bent down so I could take his gun and a loaded cartridge.

I definitely have no space to take a machine gun with me, I thought. Unfortunately.

"Sorry sugar, nothing personal." I said. The man, whose surname was Payne, groaned in response. "You're super cute though, we should go out sometime."

I got up and began to find my way out of that building. Two guards tried to stop me when they saw me approaching holding a gun.

"Hey!" one of them screamed. With no second thoughts, I turned around, shot them both and began to run as quickly as my bum leg could manage to the next corridor.

"Oh, shit!" I said while running as an emergency horn started blaring through the speakers. A few guards almost caught up with me but man, I was quicker than they thought.

My right elbow hit the stomach of the dude closest to me and I kicked the other one on his left knee. I shot a third one who was running to me and, when I tried for a second shot, the gun clicked, the cartridge was empty.

"Oh, sweet Payne." I whispered while reloading the gun. "You're cute but dumb, never mind, I'm not gonna go out with you."

The guard I hit with my elbow attacked me again, holding my body against the wall. I couldn't help but smirk.

"Not gonna pay for a coffee first, sweetie?" I asked and hit his head with mine, before setting myself free and hitting his head against the wall.

Then, the one that I kicked in the knee came to me and I gave him another kick, in his stomach this time, so he hit the floor. And then I started to run again.

I had to leave that place as soon as possible, even though I could feel every inch of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

I ran and scared the hospital workers while I tried to get away.

"Hold her!" I heard someone shouting. I looked back and saw a few more guards running toward me. I ran on and found an Asian woman holding an iPad and wearing a medical coat. I pulled her to me, protecting my body.

"Who are you?" I asked her, touching her back with the gun.

She swallowed hard. "D-doctor Helen Cho." she answered trembling in fear. 

"Okay." I whispered. "Here's the thing, Doctor. I need you to take me to the best way out of this place, you hear me? Nod if you do."

She nodded. "Are you gon-"

"No, I'm not gonna kill you if that's what you're asking." I answered. "Just take me out of here."

"O-okay". She said and I pointed the gun to her head when I saw the guards approach. Helen took a deep breath.

"Come closer and she dies." I screamed and they stopped in their tracks. All of the workers were in a panic. "If you don't wanna see brains decorating your walls, don't make any fucking moves."

When I realized they took that threat seriously, I pulled the Doctor with me and took the gun off of her head as we began to walk.

"Where do we go now?" I asked her and she thought for a while. I sighed. "I don't have all day long."

"We go left." she answered and I pulled her so she'd lead the way. We entered a elevator and went a few floors down, so we were now in a lounge that looked like a big ass billionaire bar.

I wandered about that place, until I heard a manly voice.

"Cho, what are yo-" he said when I pointed the gun to her head. "Oh, shit!".

"Stay back." I said while I took the sight of five men and two women looking at the scene in shock. I pointed the gun to her head once again. "If you don't want her brains scattered to the floor, you better stay back!"

"You ain't doing that, Miss." I heard one of them, a tall, well built, and blond dude, speaking.

"You better not doubt me." I retorted.

"You're wearing a surgical gown." one of the women, a redhead, said matter of factly.

"I've done more with less clothes on." I said.

"I don't doubt it." a brunette man with tanned skin said. He was shorter than the other men in the room but I recognized him somehow. "By the way, I was waiting for you, Y/N Y/LN."

"How do you know my name?" I asked as I took the gun of Helen's head, who was definitely calmer than I was. As I waited for an answer, I took my time to whisper in her ear. "Go back to your job. I'm really sorry I had to do this."

"That's ok." She simply said and nodded as she left the room. "I know you've done worse."

What did she mean by that? I thought.

"First of all, you might know me, right?" the man asked.

"Vaguely" I looked more into his features, but my brain didn't give me any names. "I guess."

"Somebody who doesn't know you, Stark?" a black man asked with a smirk. "That's new."

"Shut your fucking face, Birdie." the Stark dude said. I was about to laugh when I realized who I was talking with.

"Language." the blond hunk pointed.

"Shut your face, Steve." a man with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes said and I also knew him.

"You're Tony Stark." I said in disbelief and with wide eyes. And then I looked to the man on his left, whom I knew as Lewis. "And you... I’ve done a few jobs for you."

"Damn straight, girl." he said and looked to the man who gave me jobs. "But his name isn't Lewis."

"I'm Clint Barton." he said. "But I'm known as Hawkeye."

I tried to process all the information. I was in a building in I-didn't-know-where, with the dude who owns Stark Industries and is goddamn Iron Man and with a dude who gave me jobs, whose name was apparently not Lewis, but Clint and he's motherfucking Hawkeye.

"Y-you're the Avengers." I stuttered in my own breath.

"I can tell she's surprised and scared at the same time." a woman, no, a girl with brown hair said, with an European accent.

"I'm not scared." I stated as I took a deep breath.

"No?" Tony gave me a questioning look.

"I can make you dance like a fucking Leprechaun if I want, Stark." I said when I pointed the gun to his feet. "And it's not even St. Patrick's Day."

I heard a few snickers and the team, except for Stark, broke the seriousness of the moment trying to supress their giggles.

"There's no need to make me brag about my dance moves, Y/N." He said when he understood what I meant. "I have a proposal for you."

"What kind of proposal?" I asked him.

"First of all" he began. "I assume you need some rest, food and clean clothes. We can talk about this later."

"You might be cold..." the man who Tony referred as Birdie, Falcon, said. "Wearing only this."

"No, not at all." I said and he shrugged.

"You need to cover yourself up." the blond dude, that I recognized as the Captain America, said.

"No, there's no need." I said politely.

"But you're only wearing a camisole..." he insisted and I sighed in annoyance.

I began to take that surgical gown off of my body, getting naked in front of them all. I suddenly regretted, that room was really freezing and my body was in chills.

"Is this a bother for you right now?" I asked. The poor man blushed and looked away. I looked to all the Avengers that watched the scene, nodded simply and turned around still holding the gun and started to walk.

"FRIDAY?" I heard Tony say.

"Yes, Mr. Stark?" the robot system answered.

"Show Mrs. Y/LN her new room." He commanded.

"Go to the elevator, Mrs. Y/LN." FRIDAY began to instruct and I did as I was told.

“Whatever Tony's proposal is, it might be interesting”. I began to think as a smile formed on my lips. “This is gonna be fun”

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[buckyboobear]

Sexy black

[luringfantasy]

Masterlist Marvel

Loki

reader dealing with generalized anxiety

More than Meets the Eye

Sleepyhead

Under the Weather

Terrible Liar

Fearless

Tickle Monster

Divine Mischief

The New Arrivals

The reader and Loki have been best friends for long, but eventually realised that it was more than just friendship. As they secretly step into a new world, the entire team, unbeknownst to it all, makes it their mission to make the love birds realise and confess what they feel for each other.

Loki is treating you like his servant and intervening with your preparations for your party tonight. The next morning he is still acting like a spoiled Prince and you are done with his behavior. Time to teach him a lesson and give him a taste of his own medicine.

Masterlist of Many

headcanons masterlist

dark (noncon/dubcon) Masterlist

Little Freya’s Masterlist

Tom

The Morning After

the marvel cast has a pajama day on set, and no one can get over how adorable Y/N, the youngest and therefore baby of the group, is.

Comfort over sex?

Little White Lies | Masterlist

Clint

World of Trouble

Bucky

Summary: Bucky broke up with you because he didn’t want to bother you with his issues. But after two months of little to no sleep, he caves in and calls you.

the first time. Beefy!Bucky x Virgin!reader

Shy

Shy 2

Til Death Do Us Part

My Little Brat

Bucky and the reader have an argument and she leaves him, Steve convinces Bucky to talk it out with her. Complete smut but they work it out!!

imagine teasing Sam and Bucky all day with your outfit, sly comments and touches, the whole lot. When it comes to the end of the day they give you exactly what you want…for HOURS, so much overstim and degrading

y/n and bucky hate each other, that much is obvious. however, after a chat with steve, y/n begins to question whether or not bucky actually does hate her

reader has always had a thing for her best friends older brother, but she never expected for him to feel the same about her. when she returns for spring break, bucky makes his intentions abundantly clear

Masterlist

Making your very shy boyfriend admit his kinks turns into an unexpected series of events

y/n gets jealous when she sees Bucky talking with another girl at a bar so she leaves and goes into her car to cry as Bucky notices she was gone so goes looking for her and when he finds her back inside the bar with red puffy eyes and pink cheeks, so he tells her beautiful and positive things?

Best friends to lovers, but with a hell of a lot of bumps along the way. Bucky acts like an idiot in love.

You are not, under any circumstances, allowed to wear that

You’re Bucky’s trainee but you have a problem with listening

soft!dom bucky domming a shy!little reader? + a little gentle overstimulation

Pulling Punches

Either boy thinks, “yes, this is my doll. My girl. My future wife!” But somehow she thinks he’s not interested in a relationship! So, in the middle of doing the do meme happens! His response is to absolute reck the reader to prove a point. What’re your thoughts on this

Peter

Masterlist (dom)

Peter is the only one of the Avengers who doesn’t tease you for being a little slow

after being paired with the person you hate the most for a project, heat and tension end up taking over

you swore you’d never hook up with the infamous fuck boy peter parker ever again, yet here you were... in his bed... again

dom!peter parker x reader. smut, dom/sub, edging, spanking, orgasm denial

Stephen

His pet

Then you are having boring sex, doctor. There is nothing better than the adrenaline in the feeling that somebody may catch you. As a man you should especially seek for it, you should want everyone to hear how much you can pleasure your lover

Iced Coffee

Kylo Ren

how he would propose

My Favorite Flavor

leader! Kylo ren x reader with just a ton of filth but basically the reader is a knight of ren and hands out with the other knights and kylo gets jealous

Squirting (Kylo Ren x Reader) / Kinktober 2021

The Empress

Andy Barner

Two Weeks Notice

Good little wife

Married life isn't always easy. Will you be able to solve your problems

Steve

Steve  fuckboy

Steve wants Y/N to use him in her favourite way.

The Compromise. Dark!CEO!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Kept Woman Masterlist. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time finds you at the mercy of a dangerous man with an obsessive hunger that can’t be satisfied.

Billy Russo

Warnings: Just ho thots. NSFW 18+. Dom/sub dynamics. Cockwarming. Toy play. Oral (m receiving)

Spencer Raid

Movie Nights and (rather one-sided) Tickle fights

Coworker Bonding

Dom/Sub

Masterlist 1

"F" is for Favorite Position

A FUCKING BRAT

Behave

cuddles for cuties

life isn’t easy when you belong to the 1% of the world population that has a soulmate, know who your soulmate is and happen to be utterly in love with said soulmate’s best friend

fuck you nice and pretty!

Twitter Link 1

Twitter Link 2

Unexpected company

You're trembling so much

Morning Tickles

he lines get blurred when you go undercover with Nick.

Jungwoo isn’t normal the jealous type, He’s fine with his coworkers knowing you but this coworker seems to know things about you that he doesn’t

Chris proves that all his fingering is accurate.

ow would Tom react if the reader pretended nothing happened the next morning?

Scott knows you love him. He just need to hear you say it.

sirius having you tied up and stuffed full with a plug and a vibrator

Henry and you might not be together anymore, but it doesn’t mean you don’t miss him...

Suit and tie. afab, thigh riding, tiny bit of praise, teasing, mentions of food play

[marvelsswansong]

can i get an angsty one #36 from the blurb list with bucky, please? reader has an asshole of a boyfriend and bucky’s just tryna look out for her but is also secretly in love with her? thank u so much ily ^_^

36: “I could treat you better.”

WARNING: abusive boyfriend, shitty & unedited writing

‘Are you coming for movie night today?’

You felt your lungs freeze in fear before anxiously typing back a response to Bucky.

‘Uh… Was that today?’

‘Yes. Can you not make it?’

You weren’t sure how you were going to get out of this one- you never missed a movie night before. And since it was a team required activity done only once a month, per Tony’s rules, you had to have a “really fucking good reason” to not make it to one.

But you couldn’t tell your teammates the truth.

The truth about…. Earl.

You took in a deep breath and typed back a response, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.

‘No I definitely can! I just have a lot of errands to run, so I might be an hour late.’

Bucky’s response came almost immediately.

‘Alright. Look forward to seeing you, doll.’

Your timing had to be perfect. 

You had to arrive home by six, cook Earl dinner and get him out of the house by six fortyfive, arrive at the Avengers tower for movie night at seven and return home no later than at eleven pm. You repeated the plan in your head as you took the taxi back home, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw that it was five fifty.

“Where the hell were you?” snapped Earl, slamming the door upon entering. You kept your mouth shut and shrugged, continuing to cut the vegetables in front of you.

“I had to go out grocery shopping for your dinner.” you replied effortlessly, hoping that he wouldn’t see through your lie.

Thankfully, he only grunted before sitting in front of the couch, his feet up on the table and his hand reaching over to open the beer bottle. He was quiet tonight, which was rare, so you glanced at the clock once more before quickly putting the lasagna in the stove. 

“Dinner’s ready.” you called out, pouring him a glass of water as he walked over.

He ate quickly and forced you to give him a goodbye kiss before taking his coat and exiting the door, telling you that he would be back by eleven. The moment you heard his car drive off, you ran upstairs and changed into something more casual before grabbing a taxi to the tower.

“Hey, you made it!” called out Tony, looking up from his chair.

The rest of the group greeted you as you took off your coat and hung it on the rack. The only open seat was next to Bucky, so you sat down next to him on the leather couch and tried to ignore how close your bodies were from touching.

“I’m so glad you were able to come, doll.” whispered Bucky, leaning over.

“Want some snacks?” offered Sam loudly, holding up a packet of sour gummies and a bowl of popcorn from the floor. You thanked him quietly before taking the bowl and placing it on your lap.

“Can I have some?” asked Bucky, gesturing to your popcorn. You nodded and held up your bowl, causing your fingers to brush against his when he reached over. You prayed that it was too dark in the room for him to see the nervous expression on your face and returned your attention to the movie, determined to get Earl off of your mind for a while.

About an hour into the next movie (which Natasha chose with no debate from the others due to the stern glare she gave them), you could feel yourself getting tired and leaned backwards onto the couch. Your neck was at an awkward angle but you were too exhausted to care, falling asleep within seconds of closing your eyes.

Bucky diverted his attention from the screen when he noticed that you were being more quiet than usual, only to see you sleeping in an obviously uncomfortable position. He hesitated then reached his arm out to pull you closer towards him, allowing your head to rest on his shoulder. 

Smiling at the incoherent murmur you gave him, he also took off his jacket and draped it over you so you wouldn’t get cold. Steve gave his best friend a knowing look and Tony only smirked at the sight, causing Bucky to blush and pretend like he was invested in the movie once more.

Bucky didn’t move until the credits rolled and the lights came back up, revealing a content Sam, confused Bruce, amused Thor, sleepy Steve, annoyed Natasha and somehow already drunk Tony.

“Are you gonna wake her up?” asked Sam teasingly, motioning to you.

“Just ask her out already, old man.” sighed Natasha, getting up from her seat.

“Yeah, it’s getting painful to watch you practically drool over her.” slurred Tony.

Bucky rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore his friends’ comments before shaking you awake. You opened your eyes slowly before letting out a loud yawn, clearly still tired.

“W-what time is it?” you asked sleepily, burying your face back into Bucky’s shoulder. 

“About midnight.”

Your eyes flew open and you stood up immediately in panic, marching over to where your coat was hanging and digging out your cellphone. Your dreaded fears were hitting you in waves as you turned on your phone to see eleven missed calls and thirty messages, all from Earl.

Shaking, you opened your phone and began to read them.

‘I’m home and I don’t see you anywhere.’

‘Did you go out?’

‘Where the fuck are you?’

‘You are starting to piss me off, (Y/n).’

‘Why aren’t you answering my fucking calls?’

Each text you read from him was more violent and frightening than the previous one, and it took everything in you to burst into tears on the spot. Tucking your phone back into your pocket, you slipped on your coat and began rushing towards the elevator, only to be stopped by Bucky.

“Hey (Y/n), why are you in- Are you okay?” he asked worriedly, seeing the tears gathering in your eyes.

You sniffled and blinked the tears away, frantically nodding.

“Y-yeah, I just um, have to get home before-” you said as you continued making your way down the hall.

Bucky followed closed behind you and stepped in front of you once more, blocking your way.

“Before what?”

You closed your mouth, realizing that you had said too much. Feeling the dryness of your throat, you took in a shaky breath and tried to slip past him. But Bucky just gently grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you backwards.

“Before what, doll?”

“Before Earl gets mad.” you whispered, finally telling Bucky the truth. You diverted your gaze to the floor in shame, feeling the hot tears rising back up to your eyes.

“And what happens when Earl gets mad?” growled Bucky, realizing that his suspicions about your boyfriend being a complete asshole who didn’t deserve you were true. 

“He…. He takes it out on me. He throws things and yells at me and he gets… violent.”

Bucky felt anger immediately coursing through his veins, his hands suddenly itching to hurt this asshole and teach him a lesson. Breathing deeply, he pushed away his anger and pulled you into a hug when you started to sob uncontrollably. His heart broke at the sight of his girl crying and he pressed a kiss onto your forehead, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear. 

“Don’t go back to him. Stay here.” said Bucky, pulling away from you.

You let out a week laugh at his suggestion.

“I live in his house, Buck. My things are there. I have no one else to turn to if I leave him.” 

Bucky shook his head in disagreement.

“You have me.”

You looked up at Bucky in surprise, not expecting him to say such a thing.

“I could treat you better, doll. But more than that, I love you and I will protect you from anyone and everything. Stay here with me, doll. You can move into my room, away from Earl.”

You felt a single tear slip out of your eye as you spoke.

“You love me?”

Bucky gave you a small smile, lifting your chin up and brushing the stray tear from your cheek.

“I do.”

You tentatively pressed your lips onto his, tilting your head back and tasting the saltiness of your tears from crying. But you couldn’t care less, because you could only focus on Bucky- his warm touch, his comforting aroma, the sweetness of his lips. When you pulled away, Bucky laced his fingers with yours and looked into your eyes.

“Does that mean you’ll stay?”

You nodded with a smile.

“Yes, I will.”

BONUS SCENE (cause Earl is a dick and deserves to get his ass handed to him):

Earl woke up with a loud groan upon hearing the heavy knocks at his door, jolting him awake from his usual schedule of drinking beer in front of the television until mid-noon. Annoyed, he turned off the football game and walked over to the door, wondering who it could be.

Realizing it was probably you, a smug smile spread across his face as he swung open the door.

“Finally you came home, bitch-”

The rest of the sentence died in his mouth when he saw the Avengers standing in front of the door, fully in gear and with murderous looks on their faces. 

“You’re Earl, right?” asked Tony, causing Earl to slowly nod in fear.

“Great.” replied Bucky, cracking his knuckles.

“We have to talk.”

a/n: woAh two things: 1) the asshole bf’s name is Earl because of Waitress the musical, ugh I love that show and 2) I hope this wasn’t too “off” the request? Idk, I think it still worked out and adhered to the request but maybe the anon wanted it to be more of a secret that Bucky loved the reader??? idk idk idk

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The Happy Couple 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

I make no promise and am just following a whim.

Summary: Your father makes a deal to marry you to his top capo. (mob au)

Warnings: dark elements such a mob business and intimidation, spanking, threats., choking, fingering, dub/noncon More to be added as they become relevant. You know what I write typically so you know what to expect.

Thank you all for the encouragement and I hope you enjoy.❤️

Bucky straddles your thighs beneath him as he holds your arms behind you. Your chest is flush to the mattress as you twist your head around to keep from being smothered. He wraps your forearms with the belt, binding you from wrist to elbow, a painful strain on your shoulders and neck.

You kick your legs as you wriggle under him. He grabs the back of your neck and pinches with his thumb and index as he bends over you. He nuzzles your hair and lets out a scalding breath across your scalp. He inhales your scent and chuckles.

“Baby, I’ve been nice. I was real fucking nice at your daddy’s wedding but you asked for this.”

“Fuck you!” You snarl and bounce under him. He clamps tighter and you whimper.

“You know, if you weren’t so fucking hot, I’d have bruised you up real nice by now.”

“You’re disgusting. Fucking… old creep–”

“You like it, baby, you’re just being what daddy made you. A spoiled brat.” He shifts and pulls his knees to one side of you, keeping you pinned with his grip still tight on your neck, “I don’t mind teaching you a little humility, doll.”

He tugs up your skirt, exposing your ass as you kick your feet up and push your thighs tight. He spreads his rough palm across your rear and rubs the soft skin with a hum. He kneads your flesh and leans his weight on your neck until you still.

“You got a pretty little ass, you know that?” He pulls his hand away, leaving your flesh cold, “that’s an ass that saves lives. Yours, in particular.”

His hand lashes down against you and you holler. The stinging ripples spread down your thighs and up your back. You arch your spine and whine between your teeth. His strength is as horrifying as the pain. He does it again and you hiss, curling your fingers as you hold back another sharp yelp.

“Your daddy always thought you were too good for any of us. His precious little princess,” he slaps you again and you swallow a squeak, rolling your eyes back against the prickly burn. “I didn’t lie, sweetheart, I asked for you. Over and over. But… he never said yes.”

You bat your lashes. You don’t understand. At the wedding, your daddy, you remember he looked over. He seemed happy.

“I was supposed to tell you that you’re moving out. He couldn’t bring himself to deliver the news so I said, boss, let me, I know how to handle her. That wasn’t a lie either.”

“I hate you–”

“I know it hurts, baby, he traded you in for some girl who spat gum at you in school,” he tuts, “I promise you, she choked on that fucking gum.”

His timbre makes your blood freeze and you stop your wiggling. The vice of his grip, the sear of his next blow across your ass, the strength coursing through him, it’s a reminder of how truly powerful he is. A startling realisation of how powerless you are.

He lays another spank across your fiery skin and shut your eyes, the pain tugging in your cheeks. He rubs your skin softly, grazing it till goosebumps rise, and traces along the crease below the curve of your ass. His fingers poke down between your thighs.

“Open up for me, baby,” he coaxes, “I feel you vibrating for me.”

“Stop–”

“Ah, princess, let’s not do this, I gave you an order. Your daddy always was about tradition. A wife obeys her husband–”

“I’m not your–”

“You are mine. You were mine the day I made up my mind,” he drags his fingers back and pinches your meanly, “you open up those legs or I’ll take you out and show every man here who you belong to.”

You shudder, in anger, in repulsion, in sheer helplessness. You grit your jaw and slowly push apart your legs. He purrs and pulls you up by your hip, propping your ass up as you're forced to bring your knees under you.

He trails across your back and down your ass, gliding down your folds. His hot touch makes your arousal more obvious as he delves along your cunt. He tisks and runs his index down to your clit, pressing on it and swirling around. A groan slips from your lips as your thighs clench.

“See, you can say all you wanna say, baby, but your body tells the truth,” he brushes his fingers back, rubbing two around your entrance, “you know I’m gonna stretch out better than any boy you ever knew. You just been waitin’ for a man like me. No, you been waiting for me.”

He dips his fingertips into you and your lips part in a silent O. You choke on your breath as he slowly urges his way inside, rocking his hand as he works his way to his knuckles. He wiggles his fingers and eases further in, to his second knuckles as he turns his hand. Deeper, to his bottom knuckles. You whine as your walls grip him.

“That’s it, baby,” he brings his hand up to the top of the leather, wound taught at your elbows. He grasps it tight as he shifts on his knees and presses his thumb against your clit, “you’re gonna cum for me. Cause why? That’s what good girls do. And that’s what you’re gonna be. My good girl.”

He tilts his hand and you suck in a breath, trying not to devolve at the flow of fire that courses from his touch. You bite your tongue and exhale through your nose. A low drone rises from your throat as he rocks in a steady motion. His hand leaves the belt and travels up to your ass.

He squeezes your cheek, kneading it as he fucks you with his other hand. The wet noise of his intrusion underlines your burgeoning moans. You can’t hold back as he digs his nails into your flesh and pulls your ass apart to watch himself finger you, faster and faster, thumb rolling around your clit.

You push your head up as your cunt squeezes and a sudden radiating pulse erupts from your core. You spasm as you cough out your orgasm, keening pathetically as it thrums from head to toe. You puff and pant as he rams his hand against you, tearing the pleasure from you as he spanks the top of your ass.

“See, princess, I can give you nice things,” he growls.