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ofstarsandvibranium · 5 years ago

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Some Alpha: Part 12

Fandom: Marvel (ABO AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky is an Alpha, but can never seem to find someone who wants him to be their Alpha. Until he finds you, a Beta, who’s as firey as an Alpha, yet also tender-hearted like an Omega.

Warning: mentions/implications of: human trafficking, kidnapping, violence against women

SMACK!

“Why does she have more injuries from the last time I saw her?!” Justin’s voice echoed through the basement.

You had to give props to Sharon as she remained stoic after she recovered from the literal slap to the face, “She keeps mouthing off the men, sir. Pushing their buttons and getting under their skin.”

You watched through one eye, since your other one was black and blue from a powerful punch, how tight Justin clenched his jaw. His fists were rolled up so tight his knuckles were turning white.

He turned to one of this men and pointed a warning finger at him, “You know the rules! Damaged goods means a decrease in value! How many fucking times do I need to tell you that?!” he pushes himself up against the man who was much taller and bigger than he was, yelling in his face. The man continued to have a neutral expression.

Justin then stepped back, let out a sigh, and slicked his hair back. That usual spine chilling smile appeared on his face, “I’m getting really fucking tired of you not listening to me De Marco.” he holds out his hand and Sharon places a gun in it. De Marco had no where to go and you jumped when the resounding thunder of the gun echoed through the basement. De Marco’s body now lay on the floor, a pool of blood seeping around his head.

Sharon accepted the gun back from Justin and holstered it back into her hip. She gave you a quick warning gaze, telling you not to react.

Justin then walked over to you, squat down to be eye level and roughly grabbed your face, “Are you really worth all this trouble, sweetheart? I’m starting to doubt Tucker’s words,” he mumbled to you. He then stood up with a grunt, and dusted off his pristine white suit, “Well, I guess we’ll see. Continue to cause trouble, sweetheart, you just might end up like your friend, De Marco,” he nodded to the corpse.

He started to head for the stairs, “I’ll be back in a few days and if she isn’t looking any better, someone will pay!” he singsonged the last word and the door shut behind him, leaving you, Sharon, and a dead De Marco by yourselves.

You then glared at Sharon, “I swear to God-”

“A plan is already set in motion, Y/N. In three days’ time, we’re getting you out of here.”

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You’ve been gone for nine days and Bucky is going out of his mind. He tried to distract himself with work, but even the Udakus could tell he wasn’t well. So they gave him a few weeks off to get his bearings and wait for you to be found. And he hated the waiting game. Because that just meant time for him to think and reminisce about you.

Bucky sat at the edge of the pool. A towel hanging from his shoulders and his legs dipped into the water. His eyes were soft and filled with adoration as he watched you taught the kids’ swimming class.

Kids were swimming back and forth with their paddle boards and above the splashing, he could hear you give words of encouragement to the kids. He loved how patient and kind you were, not just with the kids, but with everyone who went through your classes.

Eventually, the class was finished and the kids remained in the pool for free time until their parents picked them up. You swam over to Bucky, pulling yourself out of the pool and sitting beside him.

“Hey, handsome!” you leaned in kissing his cheek, and then chuckling at the blush that started to appear.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

Both of you sat in a comfortable silence, legs kicking back and forth in the water as you watched the kids enjoy their free time. That’s one of the many things Bucky liked about you. You never made the silence feel awkward, or pressured him into saying something. You and he were perfectly fine just being in each other’s silent company.

Knock, knock, knock!

Bucky’s brow furrowed when he looked at the time. It was nearing 9pm and he wasn’t expecting anyone. Maybe it was his neighbor who got locked out of her apartment again. She tends to do that.

Bucky was even more confused when he looked through the peephole and saw a woman he’s never seen before. Slowly and cautiously, he opened the door, just to peek through, “Can I help you?”

The beautiful red-headed woman gave a tight lipped smile, “James Barnes?”

“Yeah,” he answered apprehensively.

“I’m Agent Natasha Romanoff from the FBI,” she pulled out her badge, showing it to Bucky, “And this is my partner, James Rhodes,” a dark skinned man slightly taller than Agent Romanoff came into view, revealing his own badge.”

“Okay? What’s going on?” Bucky asked, his attention on high alert.

Agent Rhodes spoke up, “May we come inside, sir? It’s in regards to Y/N L/N.”

Bucky’s ears perked at the sound of your name and immediately pulled the door wider, allowing the two agents to enter, “Is there something I can get you? Water? Coffee?”

“We’re fine. Thank you,” Agent Romanoff nodded.

Bucky sat down while the two agents remained standing up, “So what’s going on? Are you guys taking over Y/N’s case?”

Agent Rhodes shook his head, “Not exactly, but we have reason to believe that Y/N was taken by Justin Hammer. Do you know who he is?”

Bucky nodded, “Yeah, um, Sam-I mean-Detective Sam Wilson, speculated the same thing. He thinks Y/N’s ex-coworker put a hit on her which resulted in her being kidnapped.”

“Detective Wilson actually spoke with us. We’re taking over his case since this has to do something a lot bigger than just your girlfriend’s kidnapping.” Agent Romanoff said. She stepped forward towards Bucky, “We actually know where Y/N is, Mr. Barnes.”

His eyes widened and he jolted up from the couch, “What?! Then what’re you doing here?! Why aren’t you getting her?!”

Romanoff shook her head, “It’s not that simple. We have a plan, but we can’t put it in motion until a few days from now.”

“A few days?! What if she doesn’t have a few days?! You’re just leaving her there frightened and possibly hurt?!” he could feel his Alpha growing angry inside of him. They’re keeping us from our Beta. They’re just as bad as Tucker and Hammer.

Rhodes, sensing Bucky’s rising anger, immediately stepped in, “Sir, we understand your frustration, but you have to cooperate with us. We’re in a very time sensitive spot right now. But within a few days, we’ll get your mate back and Justin Hammer will be locked away. Wilson was afraid that you might do something irrational,” that comment made Bucky snort, but Rhodes continued, “So we just came to tell you, in person, that we’re going to bring Y/N back to you.”

“You better,” Bucky sneered, “or there will be Hell to pay.”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #chubby!bucky #abo au #marvel #au

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chuuulip · 5 years ago

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I can’t 😍

Good Enough

Summary: From this ask: i read your deadcrush miniseries and ig i got caught in the feels and love the way you write 💛 i was wondering if you could write something bucky x y/n where she’s younger but they’re in a stable relationship and she becomes pregnant? like she‘s happy and excited but bucky is kinda worried bc of his genes, past, etc.

Pairings: Reader/ Bucky

A/N: So sorry this took like five months! 2.5k words. Fluff with a little cussing involved.

“How do you feel about the color orange?”

It’s a Friday night in the tower, almost bedtime when you embark of a journey of questions, carefully placed breadcrumbs for Bucky.

“I feel… fine?”

“Light orange or dark orange?”

“What’s dark orange look like? A dirty penny?”

“Light orange it is.” You scrunch your nose at the thought of painting a room the shade he’s imagining.

“What for?”

You shrug.

When you both brush your teeth, you take glance at him in the mirror, eyes trailing from his brow to his chin, attentive to the way his nose slopes and his jaw cuts. Jesus, you’d be lucky if–

Bucky mutters from behind a mouthful of toothpaste suds, “What is it?”

After four years it makes sense that he would be able to figure out when you’re keeping thoughts to yourself. He’s in your head, Bucky Barnes. Even when he’s not there, you’re thinking of him. Every second of the day, really. It’s Bucky breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and all other hours, too. It makes you a little bewildered with joy that you can feel so much for a single person.

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#23rd feb 2020 #becca’s reblog challenge #chuuulip’s react #marvel #mcu #fanfiction #reader x bucky #reader x bucky barnes #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes x reader #reader insert #bucky barnes x you #fluff

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 years ago

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Witness : 23

One step forward, two back

moodboard created by @chuuulip

Character(s): dark!Bucky, dark!Steve, too

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Warnings: this is a dark!fic, it contains non/dubious-consent elements. Some violence as well at the beginning. It goes without (and with) that this is 18+.

In this chapter: angry Bucky, anal play, sex.

Summary: For all her efforts, the reader just can't seem to get ahead.

Notes: And here you guys go, we're almost to the really interesting part of this series, were on our way up the rollercoaster and about to go over the hump. I hope you all enjoy this one. It's a bit longer and some stuff happens but the next few chapters I think at least are real wild! Y'all we're getting close which means I need to write the last few parts which means I'm going to have to bid farewell to this dark!Bucky (don't worry, you guys still have a number of chapters left) but I'm finding it so hard to say goodbye.

But enough about me, have fun with this one and I'll see you in the replies/reblogs/my inbox ;) . Please let me know what you think about this part and what you think could happen in the next. You all are so wonderful.

You called Allie that night and she agreed to go with you the next morning to the dealership. It was weird. You felt an odd sense of hope. Not because you had any substantial plan but because you were doing something. Because getting a new car was taking back a small piece of your former independence. It had been what? Two months? And it felt as if this oppression had swallowed your entire life. This was a first steps in a series which could end in your freedom. All you had to do was bide your time and be smart. Be patient and don’t do anything rash. Play along and Bucky would never suspect a thing.

You met Allie downstairs and took a cab to the dealership, stepping out in the lot and glancing happily along the rows of hatchbacks, SUVs, and sports cars. You only needed something modest. A car that with decent mileage, dependability, and maybe heated seats. Allie just seemed excited to test drive the vehicles until you reminded her that her license had been suspended.

“Oh, Y/N,” She chimed as the salesman led you to his first suggestion, “Did you get a haircut?”

“You noticed?” You said lightly. As much as you resented the makeover, the hair was actually pretty nice.

“And that top,” She touched the hem of the tight v-neck turtleneck hidden beneath the straight-shouldered leather jacket, “You must be making good money at Stark Tower.”

“I guess,” You shrugged. You did get a pretty decent cheque every week but you had barely touched more than you needed for rent, utilities, and groceries. It felt like tainted money really. Plus, it was reassuring to have a financial pillow to rest on. Without it, you wouldn’t even be able to step foot on the dealership lot.

You turned to the salesman as he started going over the features of the car and you were quite intrigued until he told you the price. “Woah, okay, no.” You tried not to be too pushy, “I told you my budget.”

“I know, but a lady like you should treat herself,” He coozed, “I mean, look at you. You need something to match the look.”

“I’m flattered but I’m not here for a luxury car, I need something to drive every day. I work in an office, not the Playboy mansion.” You hated spending money and this man was not making it any easier.

“You could’ve fooled me,” He winked and you looked to Allie who was thoroughly amused. She was hardly used to you getting all the male attention; it must have been both a relief and a surprise.

“Right, well...we have a few that could work,” The man led you back the way you came and you crossed your arms as you trailed behind with Allie.

“So, tell me, have you ran into Steve Rogers again?” She whispered giddily, “I mean, if I was you, I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

“Allie, please,” You rubbed your neck, trying not to flinch.

“Oh, you have? Have you met Tony Stark?” She prodded, “What about--”

“Allie,” Your voice spiked and you caught yourself before you could turn shrill, moderating your voice before you continued. “You know what they do now right? They aren’t the Avengers anymore. They don’t care about the people, it’s money. You just--if it came down to it and there was another New York or another Ultron, well, they might not be so valiant.”

She squinted at you, taken aback, blinking as if you had slapped her. “I know that,” She said quietly, “I just--can you blame a girl for dreaming?”

“I--I’m sorry,” You forced your breath out. ‘I didn’t mean to snap at you, it’s only....it’s a stressful job is all.”

“It’s alright.” She touched your elbow reassuringly, “Let’s just focus on getting you a car.” She turned her attention to the salesman, “Do any of these come in pink?”

You had chosen your car at last. After hours of following around the salesman still trying to upsell you, you had found something comfortable and within your budget. You were given the keys and Allie gladly fell into the passenger seat, ready to head home. As you settled in, key in ignition and about to turn the engine, your phone began to ring and you stirred around in your purse, finding it at the very bottom. ‘Private’ flashed on the screen and you ignored it, ready to tuck it back in your bag but it began to ring again.

You rolled your eyes and hit dismiss again, dropping it into your purse. You made to tuck it behind your seat and your whole bag began to sing. “Just answer it,” Allie begged, “Jesus.”

You swore under your breath and retrieved the phone, hitting answer on the fourth call. “Hello,” You greeted flatly.

“About time,” Bucky’s voice was agitated. You fucked up. “You don’t ignore my calls.”

“I didn--” You were cut off before you could make up an excuse, his tone was dangerous.

“I’ve been waiting at your apartment for an hour and then I call and you ignore me. This isn’t good, Y/N,” He was livid. “Now, I hope you’re on your way home because good girls don’t run away.”

“I’m not, I just--I’m at the dealership,” You glanced at Allie who was entirely uninterested in the phone call as she typed on her own screen. “I just got a new car. I’m just about to leave.”

“Good,” He huffed, “But don’t think you’re going to get off easy. When I call, you answer. The first time.” With that, he hung up and you were left holding the silent phone to your ear. Fuck. “Is it alright if I just drop you off at your place?” You asked Allie, “I have to work tomorrow and still have some cleaning to do.”

“Cleaning?” She raised an eyebrow, not looking away from her phone. “That sounded like a guy on the phone.”

“It was, but not one I’m interested in,” You lied, “Work stuff.”

“Ah,” She accepted though her cadence was unconvinced, “Yeah, you can just drop me off. I’m going to call Ryan again. He’s a fun one.”

You shook your head as you put away your phone, turning the key as anxiety filled your chest. This drive wouldn’t be long enough.

When you walked into your apartment, it was dark. Your heart was racing as you found your living room empty, an eerie silence rising around you. Slowly you made your way to your bedroom but Bucky wasn’t there. Confused, you dropped your purse and cautiously peeled off your jacket, hanging it on the chair and leaning on the arm to pull of your boots. You turned around and a figure appeared in the door, flipping the light switch as he entered.

Bucky gave you no chance to react as he charged towards you, his metal hand on your throat as he forced you back to the bed. Your knees met with the edge of the mattress and you fell back onto it with a stifled cry. He held you down, getting close so that he could speak in your ear. “I don’t like waiting.” He hissed. You stared at him, your chest felt airy and heavy all at once. Just a day ago, he had been mild, almost sweet, and now, he was the same mercenary who had sat with his gun aimed at you that night when it had all been taken from you. You clawed at his vibranium fingers, trying to get enough air to speak. Your lips opened and closed but no noise came. You reached up and tapped on his shoulder, begging for him to release you. At last, he removed his grip, instead grabbing you by your hair and holding you in place. “I can’t hear you.” He said mockingly.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Your throat stung as you spoke, “I didn’t mean to be bad. I was only--”

“Prove to me that you are sorry,” He scoffed, his fingers untangled from your hair and wrapped around your upper arm, shoving you up. You sat on the edge of the bed and rose slowly, trying to catch your breath. “You have thirty seconds to get undressed.”

He leaned back on his hands and watched you expectantly. You were trembling as you shed your tight top and slipped out of your jeans, your panties dragged to the floor with them. You struggled to unclasp your bra, the only piece of armour left to you, and Bucky grunted impatiently. He stood up and tore it open, snapping the band and letting it fall to the carpet. His hand was around the back of your neck in an instant and he was leading you back towards the bed.

“Bend over,” He ordered and you obeyed, just at the side of the bed, placing your hands on the mattress to hold yourself steady. He smacked your ass and you cried out in pain. He pressed his crotch to your ass, rubbing the rough denim of his jeans against you, igniting your core. “Stay just like that.” He pulled back and slapped you again. “You move and there will be worse to come.”

He stepped away and you watched him as best as you could around your own body. “Head forward,” He warned and you snapped your eyes to the bed spread. You heard him moving around, coming nearer as he dropped his black duffel beside you. He unzipped the bag, a grin on his face, and knelt beside you. “I’m going to give you one more chance to be a good girl.” His voice was smoother, “We still have some work to do. So I want you to stay as you are. Exactly like this,” He ran his hand down your back, goosebumps rising in its stead, “No matter what, you cannot move. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir,” You breathed shakily. His touch and the unspoken threat sent a chill through you.

“If you’re bad, this only going to be even harder,” He smiled and his finger glided down your arm, “Now, let’s begin.” He stood and searched through his duffel, pulling out clear bottle of lube and a rubber plug, this one bigger than the previous one. You let out an audible groan and he tutted at you. “You can make all the noise you want,” He came up behind you again, “Just don’t move.” He squirted the cool lube onto your ass, tossed the bottle onto the bed and began to spread it along your crack, his finger circling your hole. You tensed but kept yourself still. “Remember to breathe.”

He inserted a finger, pulling it in and out before adding a second. It stung but not as much as the first time. He felt around, as if testing the resistance. He slid his fingers out and pressed the rubber to your hole, easing it in a little at a time. At first, it wasn’t so bad but as he got to the wider part of the toy, you felt the uncomfortable fullness and stretching begin. You bit down on your lip, letting only muffled groans through. As he finished inserting the plug, your arms buckled and you fell forward, face on the bed as you shook.

“You moved,” He slapped your ass, the intense pressure ringing through you. “Bad girl.” You heard a zipper and he bent over you, his voice low as he spoke in your ear. “I know it’s hard but it will get easier. Your body will come to accept it; to long for it.” He stood and his hands ran the curve of your torso, “For now, I can at least help you adjust.”

He pulled his cock from his pants and pressed it to your pussy. Despite the pain, your own juices had mixed with the excess lube and he slid into you easily. He began to fuck you, jostling the plug as his thrusts grew harder and deeper. Your moans and whines were lost in the blanket, your arms bent over your head as you tried to keep your legs from collapsing.

“You see what happens when you’re a bad girl,” His words were stuttered with his motion, his flesh clapping against yours in between. “Oh, fuck. Fuck!” He pulled out and you felt his hot cum spurt out onto the back of your thigh. You remained as you were until his hand rested on your waist and guided you forward so that you lay on your stomach across the bed.

“Please,” You writhed and reached back, “Take it out. Please, I’ll be good.”

Bucky laughed and pulled your hand away from your ass. “Maybe, if you had followed the rules, I would have had the mercy of giving you a smaller plug but since you think it’s okay to ignore me, well, I just had too see how tough you really are.” His hand was on your ass, rubbing the tender flesh and irritating your stretched hole. “You see, this is a part of you training. Now that you know the rules, even if you don’t always obey them,” He pinched your ass sharply as he spoke, “There are other things you need to learn.”

“Please, please,” You babbled. A heavy weight settled in your ass and you needed relief desperately.

“No.” He barked. “I won’t tell you again. And don’t you dare try taking it out yourself.” He pushed himself up from the bed, tucking his cock back into his jeans. “I will remove it for you tomorrow.”

“What?” You were careful not to move too quickly as you turned to look at him, “But I have to work.”

He shrugged and smirked, retrieving the lube and throwing it back in his bag. He hooked the strap over his shoulder and strode coolly to the door. “You said you’d be a good girl.”

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As a final note, I'm running a little raffle on my tumblr for dark!requests, so if you use tumblr you can find it here. Today is the last day and tomorrow (Saturday) I'll be attempting a live stream of the result. Anyways, love you and reply/reblog if you can!

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averyrogers83 · 6 years ago

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A Birthday Wish Comes True

Title: A Birthday Wish Comes True Author: @averyrogers83 Warnings: Pregnancy, fluff, and more fluff. Ratings: NC 17 Word Count: 843 Pairings: Steve x Reader Square Filled: Pregnancy Summary: Celebrating Steve’s milestone and it was filled with laughs, friends, and a few surprises for the both of you. A/N: I don’t own these characters, this is all from my own imagination. This is for @star-spangled-bingo Bingo Card #star-spangled-bingo

Today is a special day..Today is Steve’s one hundred and first birthday. You had only been dating for six months, but you knew. You loved being around him and also giving him his space. You kept your relationship secret with only your two best friends knowing that you were together. They understood the need for privacy. You didn’t want others knowing yet, not because you didn’t trust them, or that they wouldn’t be happy for the two of you, but because until you knew exactly where this was going and if it was going to last beyond the six months, you wanted it to be just yours. Your relationship and no one else’s.

Two weeks before Steve’ birthday you went to the doctor, you hadn’t been feeling well for a bit now, but after a week of not feeling well you decided to get checked out. That day you left your doctor’s office stunned and confused, but instead of going home you drove, and kept driving, until you finally came to a stop in front of the familiar apartment that you had visited several times since you and Steve started seeing each other.

Bucky opened the door to you surprised to see you alone, but when he saw the look on your face he became concerned.

“Y/N, what’s wrong is everything ok?”

“Fine...I mean, yes...everything is fine.” you sighed

“Something is on your mind, come inside and tell me what’s going on.”

You didn’t know why you went to him first instead of Steve, maybe it was because you were afraid of how Steve would react, maybe it was because you wanted someone to talk to, someone who knew Steve better than you probably ever will. Someone whose been there for the both of you and was accepting and understanding and encouraging of your relationship with Steve and you felt like you could talk to him about anything.

So that’s why you went to him. You wanted to tell him first before anyone else, to gauge how he would feel and to get some insight on how Steve would react. Two hours and several tears later you went home to get ready for your evening with Steve. You dressed in your favorite black strapless dress with the chiffon overlay and bell skirt that hit just above your knees, and a beaded clasp in the front. You finished off the look with your simple black Louis Vuitton high heels and black clutch. You kept it simple. Steve liked simple, nothing too flashy.

When you walked out of your apartment Steve was already there waiting with the biggest grin on his face you have ever seen. He opened the car door for you and you headed out for your dinner date. You thought you were going to his favorite place, but when you stopped at the Marina and lead you to a small cruise ship they usually used for dinner cruises for tourists you knew something was up.

The ship was filled with all your friends. You thought maybe Bucky had mentioned something to Steve about what the two of you talked about earlier, but what happened next was beyond your expectation.

“I know today is supposed to be all about me” Steve joked, low groans from the group could be heard along with chuckling. “Anyway, everyone here knows that Y/N and I have been together for quite some time now, and as much as we wanted to tell the rest of you sooner, I thought this was the perfect time. So on my birthday I would like to celebrate..”

Steve dropped down to one knew before you and immediately you began sobbing and couldn’t stop. Your hands flew up to cover your face and the tears that were falling.

“The best birthday present you could ever give me Y/N is if you say yes to marrying me. I’ve known from the first moment I saw you that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, to start a family with you.”

Those last words gave way to tears you were trying to hold back, unable to control the waterworks and the trembling you looked to Bucky for encouragement. He came to your side and held your hand till you were finally able to calm down enough to accept Steve’s proposal.

He jumped up to his feet and hugged you so close that you almost couldn’t breath, laughing and smiling, and you could swear he was beginning to tear up.

“Um, I have a present for you too, Steve.”

“Y/N, you saying yes was the best present you could give me.”

“Are you sure about that?” You reached into your clutch and pulled out the ultrasound and handed it to him. “I’m about six weeks.”

The tears you thought he had were now freely falling down his cheeks. To him this was the best birthday he could have ever asked for. He was finally getting everything he wanted and he was going to have it with you.

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chuuulip · 4 years ago

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Are you going to continue make my wish come true it was sooo good

Hi anon 👋 yes I am. I know it’s kind of slow 😂 but I keep changing the idea how to end the mini series. Hopefully I can update sometime soon. Thanks for stopping by 💋

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chuuulip · 5 years ago

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I can’t wait to read more! Gah this story always makes me return to my hopeless romantic state 😆

Pseudo Princess Pt.24

A Stressful Morning

02/03/2020

Pairing: King!Steve x Reader Word Count: 5,127

Warnings: fluff, smidge of angst, lots of sweet Steve

A/N: So I had planned on making this chapter super long. Like probably 10k words but rather than have you all wait longer for more, I decided to just post what I had ready to go since it was at a good stopping point too. I hope you like it! If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! Reblogs are SO appreciated. xoxo

“Are you alright?” Nat’s gentle touch is reassuring.

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jobean12-blog · 4 years ago

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The Perfect Pull

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 616

Summary: Bucky likes when you pull his hair...

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club Kinktober celebration and day 11 (Oct 11th) -hair pulling. Let’s be honest, it’s no secret how much I love Seb with the floofy hair look so when it came to choosing gifs I went with some EB ones because that look was magic. Thank you and credit to @stevenrogered (top) and @crispychrissy (bottom) for their amazing gifs. Enjoy and thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Hair pulling, teasing, light dirty talk, oral (f rec), smut (18+ only please)

HBC Kinktober Masterlist

The common room is dark other than the flashing lights from the TV screen, Bucky’s head in your lap while you, Steve, Peggy, Nat and Sam watch Beetlejuice. Your fingers instinctively comb through his hair, alternating between lightly scratching his scalp and twirling the soft locks. Bucky nuzzles the side of his face into your thigh, kissing your uncovered skin.

The touch of his lips makes you tug on his hair, your body instantly reacting to him. He does it a second time, sucking on the soft skin for a moment before pulling away. Grabbing some strands of hair, you yank again and lean down to his ear, “don’t start something you can’t finish.”

He turns and catches your eye, tracing his lips with his tongue, “do it again.” You stare down at him, not wanting to give in but finding it impossible. With one more sharp tug on his hair you have him raking his teeth over his bottom lip to hold back a moan, his hand reaching out to grab yours. He takes it, slipping it under the blanket that’s draped over him.

You can feel your face flush with heat when your fingers brush over the obvious bulge in his pants. He smirks, sitting up and covering your lower half with the blanket. “See what you did?” His warm breath fans across your cheek and you shiver, your hand still wrapped around him. “You started it.”

When you turn your face to his it brings your lips only a breath apart and you reach your hand back up to card it through his hair. Collecting the fluffy strands, you drag his face away, smirking when he swallows hard. You try to get your focus back on the movie, but it proves difficult when he dances his fingers up your leg and gently rubs a finger between them.

You make a strangled noise before launching yourself into his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck, “time to finish it Buck.” You get up and stroll back to your room, leaving the door ajar and pushing yourself up on the counter while you wait for him.

He walks in a minute later, slamming the door and stalking over to you. Positioning himself between your legs he leans in close, brushing his thumb over your cheek before cradling the back of your neck and pulling your lips to his. He parts them with his tongue, caressing your lips with it while he drags you closer to the edge of the counter.

Your hands work through his hair, tugging hard with every swipe of his tongue. He lifts your hips and removes your shorts, his fingers brushing over the damp fabric of your underwear. Kneeling in front of you he takes them off, trailing his lips over your knee and down your calf. You take a handful of hair and drag him forward, his growl vibrating right through you.

His beard rubs against your inner thighs and you pull harder, wanting him impossibly closer. Bucky’s tongue delves deep and you find yourself flat on your back, your hands clutching firmly to the silky strands. The heels of your feet dig into his back and your hips thrust forward as you ride out your orgasm, continuously looking for some sort of solid hold on his hair.

When Bucky finally stands, you’re both breathing heavy, his hair a wild mess from your hands and his lips swollen and glistening. “Now that’s what I call a finish,” you say breathlessly, sitting up on your elbows. Bucky’s chest is still heaving, his fingers sliding down his stomach and hooking into the waistband of his pants. “Who said anything about being finished?”

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jobean12-blog · 4 years ago

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Getting Off

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,075

Summary: Bucky is so good at what he does he surprised you both ;)

Author’s Note: This is for the continuation of the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club drunk drabbles and the hot prompt below as well as a request (also included below) that I got, they fit well together so I combined the two! Thank you for prompt and the request! Hope you guys enjoy this! Thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Fingering, oral (f rec), squirting, cursing, dirty talk, SMUT (18+ only please)

“Baby girl, I promise I’m gonna take good care of you, ok? Just relax and trust me. Talk to me, I’ll do whatever you want.” Bucky’s words leave you reeling, his large body pressing you into the mattress and his hands trailing over your bare skin. You can feel the wetness soaking your underwear and for the first time you feel confident that you’re going to really enjoy this experience.

Your partners in the past were nice and all but they were never any good at getting you off. It wasn’t that they were doing anything wrong necessarily you just never felt like it worked for you, but with Bucky everything felt different. Better. Much better.

His kisses start soft at first and you let your inhibitions go, wholly giving in to him and the feel of his warm lips and calloused hands. He sits up and removes his shirt, smirking when your eyes travel down his broad shoulders and chest, clearly enjoying what you see. His lips trail down your neck while his hand sneaks under the waistband of your underwear, a loud moan vibrating against your skin when he feels how wet you are.

“Fuck, doll.” He runs a finger through your folds, collecting your arousal and expertly rubbing your clit, the pressure and motion just right and you already feel your body reacting anew. Keeping his thumb pressed to your clit he slides in a finger, curling it at just the right angle to have your hips arching off the bed.

With his lips at your ear he whispers filthy words while he slowly pumps his fingers in and out and you spread your legs farther apart, silently asking for more. His mouth works its way over your breasts and down your stomach, his hot breath fanning against your pussy as he adds a second finger. Removing his thumb, he replaces it with his tongue, gently sucking and flicking your clit in a rhythm that makes your body sing.

He looks up from between your legs, your arousal coating his lips and chin, “does this feel good baby?” You nearly cum from the sight of him but manage to shake your head yes before it falls back to the pillow, his tongue latching onto you once again. Your fingers comb through his hair and gather the long strands, tugging on them to bring him closer.

You can feel yourself unraveling, the tension in your stomach building and your head feeling light and dizzy. Sucking your clit between his lips he pushes in a third finger and your body starts to convulse with the rush of your orgasm. Bucky’s name leaves your parted lips like a chant and you feel the force of your release, your whole-body thrumming.

“Holy fuck, baby girl, you just squirted for me.” You sit up on your elbows, looking down at him just as his tongue darts out to lick your cum from his cheek. “I’ve never had a woman do that for me before. All I can say is WOW.” You’re not sure if you��re going to pass out from the orgasm or the embarrassment and let out a groan, covering your face with your hand.

Bucky crawls up your body, pulling your hand away, “oh no, doll, you don’t understand. That was incredible.” His words and the sincere look in his eyes make you feel more at ease and you smile, giggling when you notice something at the bottom of his hair. He grabs his hair and gives you a wicked smile, murmuring, “so fucking hot,” against your lips before kissing you senseless.

When he finally comes up for air you let your body go limp, your muscles completely pliant under his touch. “Tell you what, how about I get us a drink and snack before we go for round 2.” You feel far too sated to make a sassy comment, so you just kiss him and mumble, “thank you,” before rolling over and curling into this pillow. He gets up with a chuckle and throws on some shorts and a tee shirt, looking down and grumbling, “what the hell am I supposed to do with this?”

Peeking an eye open you see the large tent in his shorts and cackle, making his eyes land on you, “let’s hope no one is around.” Adjusting himself and trying to somewhat remedy this situation he heads out, lightly shutting the door behind him. You wait patiently, enjoying the time your body has to rest but as more minutes go by you start to feel the ache between your legs build and wish he would hurry up already.

You sit up and check the time, seeing he’s been gone almost 15 minutes. You start to get nervous, thinking maybe he ran off and left you here. With your mind racing through a million negative thoughts you throw on his shirt and your underwear and creep out into the hallway. You hear voices from the kitchen and quietly tip toe to the edge of the wall.

Glancing around the corner you see Bucky standing behind the island, his lower half well hidden from Sam as they talk. “I swear Sam, I never kiss and tell but man, it was amazing. I just wanted her to get off and feel good and I guess I don’t have to worry about that. Sam drops his head into his coffee with a wide grin, slapping the table and standing.

“Well, I’m happy for you both. Clearly, a good time was had by everyone.” Bucky smirks, watching as Sam empties his coffee mug and starts to walk back to his room. “With all due respect man, it was fucking hot as hell.” Sam laughs, patting Bucky on the shoulder and walking out.

You cover your mouth to stifle a squeal and rush back to Bucky’s room, throwing his shirt on the floor and ridding yourself of your underwear. With newfound confidence you lay on the bed and wait, the sound of the doorknob making your heartbeat thunder in your ears. Bucky’s eyes darken when he finds you laid out on his bed, the wetness between your legs glistening under the soft lights. Taking off his shirt, he pulls down his shorts, letting his hard cock spring free and settle against his abs. He slowly walks toward you, the bed dipping when he kneels on the edge, “I hope you’re ready for round 2 baby.”

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chuuulip · 5 years ago

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Ransom snooping through your belongings and finding your sex toys 🥵

Rough daddy!Ransom hcs??? I beg 🥺

Mean!daddy ransom headcannons pweeease

a/n: Writing for all these in one because why not, right?

Ugh… my favorite trust fund prick…

Oh but he’d be furious?

Because how dare you keep your sex toys around when he’s right here to give you all that you could ever want or desire

I believe it’d hurt his ego honestly

He’d question himself, only a little insecure at first, does he not satisfy you anymore?

Then that insecurity would quickly morph into irritation, then a burning need to prove you wrong and prove his point

He needed you to know that he could satisfy you

And he wanted to show you that you had no use for these toys, and he had a devious plan in mind

Sooner or later, he’d confront you about it, shamelessly

“Babe, what are these?” he’d ask, probably holding them right in front of your face

He’d catch you totally off guard too, so there was no way you could fabricate a lie or anything

But upon seeing the sly smirk on his face, you decided to play along and test his limits

“Oh those? They’re so good to me on days when you can’t make me cum.” you’d reply, noticing how he tried his hardest to contain himself

He did

Until he couldn’t

Oh but imagine angry sex with Ransom?

Him furiously trying to prove that you do need him, not those toys

He’d be rough

And mean

But so good that you could never ask him to stop

He’d push you down on your bed, and climb on top of you; straddling your thighs and

He’d grab your jaw and force you to look at him

“You said these were good, huh? Well i’m gonna show you just how good they are, babygirl,” he’d whisper dangerously, lips hovering just above your skin.

He’d be the type to grip your jaw while kissing you; claiming you as his

He wouldn’t even bother getting you out of your underwear, he’d just tease your clothed core with his tongue first

Then he’d mess you up with his fingers, edging you each time

Then finally your toys; the white vibrator wand and one of your plugs

He’d take his time with both; first the plug then the vibrator

“What was it you said?” he’d taunt you while pushing the plug gently into your puckered hole, “I can’t make you cum?”

His tone showed how pissed he was at that

“Well, I’m gonna show you just that baby,”

His words didn’t really make sense at first

But then they did

You moaned as he placed the tip of the vibrator over your now wet, clothed core

You whined as he moved the wand around.

He moved it over your clit, just to make you whine even harder because he loved hearing you moan for him

And just when you felt like you were about to come undone, he’d lift the vibrator off you

You’d whine out loud after being denied your orgasm

“You’re such a whining brat, aren’t you?”

“Well, what are you complaining about? Didn’t you say I can’t make you cum?”

Ransom repeated his actions again

And again

And again until you couldn’t take it

You whine and whimpered for him but he just planned on edging for as long as he could

He’d grip your hair or your jaw to get you to look at him each time he’d deny you your release

He liked the look of desperation in your eyes

“Beg for me”

He’d be so careless and selfish with your body

He’d have you however he’d like;

On all fours

Kneeling on the floor

Kneeling on the floor with his cock in your mouth

“Daddy, please…” you’d whine and beg constantly

He’d just smirk and keep toying with you

“Oh but I thought your toy was so good to you, wasn’t it.”

“Your little toys aren’t so good now, are they baby?”

He’d push his fingers into you occasionally, curling them and massaging your walls all while looking deep into your eyes

Your eyes would water because you were nothing but a tear stained, whimpering mess under him

“Aww, is my dumb baby crying?” he’d tease and then go on to edge you again

And again

At some point he’d see that you were physically incapable of taking any more of his teasing and he’d finally give it a rest

“Look at you, fucking dripping all over my hand and I haven’t even fucked you properly yet,”

Eventually he’d fuck you good for a long while

Making sure you came each time

OMG imagine him making you count each time he made you cum?

Because that’s totally something Ransom would do

By the time he was done with you; you’d be a complete mess; covered in hickies and his cum all over your thighs

“Look at me,” his voice would be so deep after sex

You’d look up at him, lifting your head from his chest

“How many times was that?”

“Six” you’d reply and blush, and hide your face in his chest again

Keep reading

#becca’s reblog challenge #chuuulip’s react #1st feb 2020 #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale headcanon #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale x reader #knives out #chris evans x reader #chris evans headcanon #chris evans smut #chris evans x you #marvel smut #captain america smut #captain america x reader #captain america #sinner-as-saint #reader insert

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