#james hunt smut

[maxillness]

'•.¸♡ MASTERLIST ♡¸.•'

'•.¸♡TW♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Pretty Boy❞

╰┈➤ ❝If Daddy Knew❞ → ❝Daddy Knows❞

╰┈➤ ❝Wet Body❞

╰┈➤ ❝Happy Fucking New Years❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝I Can See You❞

'•.¸♡SS♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Girls Like Girls❞

╰┈➤ ❝She Likes A Boy❞

'•.¸♡CH♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝My Ass❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Dangerous Woman❞

'•.¸♡LL♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Dangerous Game❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Stacy's Brother❞

'•.¸♡LS2♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡MW2♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝From People You Know, To People You Don't❞

╰┈➤ ❝Let Them Watch❞

╰┈➤ ❝Malaysia 2013 (Mark’s Version)❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Light❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Write Me A Song❞

'•.¸♡DR3♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Favorite❞

'•.¸♡LN4♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Only For Me To Hear❞

╰┈➤ ❝Blow Me❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Nattely❞ → ❝I Don't Forgive You❞

╰┈➤ ❝Friends Don't Fuck❞

'•.¸♡SV5♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Praises And Babies❞

╰┈➤ ❝I Love You❞

╰┈➤ ❝Malaysia 2013 (Sebastian’s Version)❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Touch It❞

╰┈➤ ❝Ocean Eyes❞

╰┈➤ ❝Skin❞

╰┈➤ ❝Gorgeous❞

'•.¸♡NR6♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝I Like You Best❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Soft Launch❞

'•.¸♡KR7♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝A Good Use Of That Mouth❞

╰┈➤ ❝Tell Me Your Sounds❞ → ❝Any Silent Man Scream❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Figure You Out❞

╰┈➤ ❝Darling❞

'•.¸♡MS7♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝You’re Gonna Help Me❞

'•.¸♡PG10 ♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝She's What I Like❞

'•.¸♡SP11♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Mafia AU, Chap 1❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Christmas Problems❞

'•.¸♡FA14♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝ Bébé Gorçon❞

╰┈➤ ❝Stranger Danger❞

╰┈➤ ❝Struggles❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Sugar Daddy❞

╰┈➤ ❝Troublemaker❞

'•.¸♡MH14♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡CL16♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝So Pretty, And Just For Me❞

╰┈➤ ❝Different Kind Of Good Morning❞

╰┈➤ ❝Good At Other Things❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Talking Body❞

╰┈➤ ❝Premier Amour❞

'•.¸♡LS18♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝That's What Girlfriends Are For❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Superstar❞

╰┈➤ ❝Shape Of You❞

'•.¸♡KM20♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Cold Hands❞

╰┈➤ ❝Christmas Sex❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Igen I Dag❞

╰┈➤ ❝Hooked❞

'•.¸♡JH20♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡YT22♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡JB22♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝She's Got That❞

╰┈➤ ❝Older❞

'•.¸♡AA23♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡ZG24♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡NH27♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝A Little Too Much Kirschwasser❞

╰┈➤ ❝What A Mess❞

'•.¸♡EO31♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡MV33♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Fucking Whore❞

╰┈➤ ❝You Say You Hate Me❞

╰┈➤ ❝Head Over Heels❞

╰┈➤ ❝It's Okay To Cry❞

╰┈➤ ❝This Fkn Bratty Attitude❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Dress❞

╰┈➤ ❝FU In My Head❞

'•.¸♡LH44♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝So Good For Her❞

╰┈➤ ❝I'll Show You How Sorry I Am❞

╰┈➤ ❝Sir Lewis❞

╰┈➤ ❝Braid Me❞

╰┈➤ ❝Satisfy The Fans❞

╰┈➤ ❝I’m Sorry❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Secret Love Song❞

╰┈➤ ❝Pipe❞

╰┈➤ ❝All To You❞

╰┈➤ ❝18❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝On The House❞

'•.¸♡MSC47♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝American Town❞

'•.¸♡CS55♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Tonight (I'm Fuckin' You)❞

╰┈➤ ❝Invisible❞

'•.¸♡GR63♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡VB77♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡OP81♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Help With A Girl❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Treat You Better❞

[simplyholl]

Hunted

Summary: Hydra hosts a training exercise for their super soldiers. You can run, but you can't hide from the Winter Soldier.

Pairing: Dark Winter Soldier x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI. This is a dark fic. Non con. Death.

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You ran as hard as your feet would carry you. You were terrified, shaking so hard you were surprised that you could even move. Footsteps approached quickly, your breath hitches as you make a decision. You could run, but the super soldier could easily catch up to you. Or you could stay where you are and pray that you are hidden well enough that he won't find you.

Last month, Hydra caught your uncle's company trying to take them down. They killed all the men that worked there and captured all the women. They brought you all to cells under their headquarters. They fed you three meals a day, stating you all would need your strength for what they had planned.

This morning, you learned what they had meant. You were all brought out to the edge of the woods. The man in charge told you that they were training their super soldiers today. They would be practicing their hunting skills. A large van pulled up, and out came ten super soldiers. You looked around, counting the women who were with you. There were twenty-three of you. A second van halted to a stop beside the other. Two large men drug out another.

He was chained up, arms behind his back, black mask almost like a muzzle covered his mouth. His dark, shoulder length hair was messy, piercing blue eyes locking on you. You felt like you were going to faint. The Winter Soldier was the most brutal of all the super soldiers. A skilled assassin, he was sent on Hydra's most important missions. He did all their dirty work.

The Hydra leader who brought you outside explained the rules to the prisoners and soldiers. They were going to give you all an hour head start. Your job was to hide from the men. If they found you, they could do whatever they wanted with you as a reward. Bile rose in your throat, turning the contents of your stomach sour. Some of you wouldn't come out of this alive. But if you were fortunate enough to make it until sunrise, you would be free.

The footsteps grow closer, you close your eyes hoping he won't notice the footprints you had left in the mud. Then you see him, the man was tall, blonde hair shaved off. He walked toward the bushes you were hiding in. Your hand flies to your mouth to hide your cries. To your dismay, one escapes anyway. The soldier's head whips toward the noise, across the way from you.

You realize it wasn't you who cried too loudly. The soldier smiles wickedly, reaching for the poor woman who just gave up her hiding spot. He flings her out of the bushes onto the hard ground. More tears fall when you notice that it's Claire, the secretary from your uncle's failed company.

The soldier begins pawing at her as she tries to fight him off. It's no use. He holds her down with one knee on her torso, as he strips off his clothes. "You're my second one today." He brags. "Let's see if you're luckier than the last one. I choked her too hard." His evil laugh echoes through the quiet forest. When he rips Claire's clothing from her shaking body, you take the opportunity to run.

He looks up when he hears you leaving your shelter. "I'll catch up to you next!" He yells after you. The sun has started setting, you take a precious minute to catch your breath. You know if you stop for too long, you'll lose your momentum, or someone could catch up to you. You hear the screams and cries of your fellow prisoners as you make your way further into the woods. You search for a new place to hide, since it would be dark soon.

They could have at least equipped you with flashlights, you think to yourself. That was the whole point of all of this, wasn't it? You weren't meant to survive. Hydra expected the super soldiers to kill most of you. The women who survived would be brought back to the prison, probably made to work for them now that their spirits had been broken.

It was almost too dark to continue, so you took shelter in a cluster of bushes, shrinking yourself as small as you could underneath it. Night fell, and you laid on the cold ground, the horrendous sounds of the others getting caught filled the air. Finally, you rested your eyes. You needed the rest if you were going to make until the morning.

You woke up, sensing someone was nearby. You silently prayed that it was just another prisoner and not a threat. You release the shaky breath you were holding when they leave the area. The dark sky turns reddish - pink and you sigh with relief. It shouldn't be long now. Sunrise was so close you could almost taste your freedom.

You close your eyes, hoping that when you opened them the next time, this torture would be over. Your few moments of peace were interrupted when the blonde super soldier from earlier reached down into the bushes, pulling you up by your hair. Your scream rips through the woods, the soldier slings you back onto the ground, kicking you. "Shut up, bitch. I told you I was coming for you. You're my sixth, and from the looks of it, my last." He gestures to the sky.

He rips your shirt from your body. You try to cover yourself, but he moves your hands away. A metal hand wraps around the soldier's neck, a sickening crunch filling your ears as The Winter Soldier snaps it with ease. The soldier slumps over, his lifeless body landing with a thud.

"Mine." The Winter Soldier states, blue eyes locked on your exposed bra. A cold metal finger slips under the bra between your breasts, tearing it from your body with no effort. "No please! I almost made it. Please don't do this!" You cry, pleading with him. His hands find your breasts, squeezing roughly. His eyes land on your peaked nipples, taking them between his fingers.

He twists and pulls too roughly. When he's finished his assault on them, he reaches for his face, removing the black mask from his mouth. He's beautiful, you think for a split second. His blue eyes and pouty, full lips seemed like they didn't belong on the same man who was trained to kill. "Like what you see?" He smirks, when he notices you staring at his face. He pushes your breasts together, face lowering toward them. He runs his tongue from one pointed nipple to the other. Chapped lips taking one between them, sucking harshly.

He bites down, pulling your nipple with his teeth. You cry out, hands on his face trying to push him away. He chuckles, as you fight him, biting down your torso to your pants. He pulls them down along with your panties, discarding them immediately. One thick finger runs through your folds, disappointment evident as it comes out dry. "You're not even wet for me? We can't have that. I won't fit if you're not ready."

You shiver at his words. You didn't want to know how big he was. You had studied the super soldier serum enough at your old job to know that the serum enhanced everything. He brings his mouth down against your core, lips brushing your clit. He swirls his tongue around it, metal arm hooking under your legs to bring you closer. His full lips tug on your clit, you can't help but moan for him.

"That's it, good girl. If you're good for me, I'll convince them to let me keep you." You spit at him, kicking your legs, to push him away. "Why would I want that?" He smiles, because Hydra's gonna kill anyone left in these woods when this is over." You gasp, you should have known. "You didn't really think they would just let you go? You know too much. They will let me keep you as my little plaything though. All I have to do is say the word."

You didn't doubt him for a second. “Stop fighting." He commands, lowering his face again. His nose brushes your clit while he works his tongue inside you. You try to fight back, but he misinterprets your movements. He thinks you're enjoying it now. "That's it." The Winter Soldier suckles your swollen clit, hot tongue lapping up every drop of arousal. You bite your lips so hard; it bleeds trying to keep a moan in.

He grabs your chin, jerking your face towards him. "Do not hold back from me, kitten." His warm tongue drags over you slowly before his plump lips suction around your clit. Your thighs close against his ears as he draws a forceful orgasm out of you, legs trembling as you flood his face. Your moan rips through your throat, earning a satisfied smile from the soldier.

He spreads your legs with one hand, his other freeing his hard cock. You were right about the size of it. You were so fortunate that he got you wet first. You'd be lucky if he didn't split you in half. He plunges inside you, you squirm from the painful way he entered you. "Hold still." He says, holding your stomach down. "I can't, it hurts too much." You whine. The Winter Soldier rolls his eyes, lifting you like a rag doll.

He sits on the ground, lowering you onto him. This position was worse for you. He hit even deeper than before. But he could hold you better this way. His metal arm snakes around your waist, holding you close. He bounces you on his cock, your arms wrap around his neck. His fingers dig into your hips as you get used to it and start to grind on him.

Your clit brushes his dark curls as you ride him. "I knew you would be worth it." He grunts. "I wanted you the moment I saw you this morning. I found you immediately. You're not great at hiding, you know. But I waited. I knew it would be better if I let you think you could escape." He chuckles, "You should have seen those other broads, they would piss themselves when they saw me. But I only wanted you, so I left them for the others."

His dark pants rub against your thighs as he fucks into you. You roll your hips, trying to get this over with as quickly as possible. "You feel incredible." He moans into the crook of your neck. You scratch at his leather clad back, as the Winter Soldier's mouth latches onto the exposed skin of your neck. He sucks harshly, making sure it will leave a mark. You clench around him as he cums inside you.

His metal hand reaches between you, icy digits colliding with your heat. His thumb circles your clit, causing you to unravel. You shake in his arms, too exhausted to move as he pulls you off him. He takes his shirt off, handing it to you. "Put this on. I don't want anyone looking at my little doll." You take it, looking up at the sun coming up in the distance.

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[lilaccmilk]

Before I hunt you down

(Grab your chin and kiss your lips)

wrote this based off a prompt I saw for Regulus Black and James Potter. content warning: jealousy/possessive themes, reader is mentioned as having a ‘cunt’, hickeys, overstimulation and the usual smut.

Werewolf bf gets jealous. Yeah.

Pushing you down taking his anger out on you. Claiming you. He thrusts at a brutal pace. Trying to calm down himself. Trying to assure himself that you belong to him. He’s panting, animalistic— letting out a guttural moan. Almost as if he’s choking and can’t breathe. He kisses you like a man starved. He leaves hickeys for everyone to see. He needs to stake a claim and that is exactly what he will do. The wet squelches your cunt is making is like music to his ears. He doesn’t let up until he has you screaming and crying on his cock. That is when he is finally satisfied. Too tired to clean up, you both fall asleep, him cuddling you. The act so innocent it almost makes you forget his previous claiming. Almost.

That person who made him jealous stays away from you.

But Vampire bf?

oh.

he gets possessive.

He stakes a claim in front of the other person. A hand on your waist, a territorial kiss and all that. He makes sure to look at the person while kissing you roughly. And when he has you on the bed, in the privacy of your house, oh, you better hope he is feeling merciful. Because he fucks you in a fast but controlled pace. He doesn’t leave hickeys on many open places, just one or two. He leaves more on your thighs. He knows what he’s doing. He knows you’re his and only his. He just wants to make sure you know who you belong to. He doesn’t let up until you’re shaking from overstimulation. After he is done, he kisses you softly, runs a bath and cleans you up, changes the bedsheets and then cuddles you.

Oh and that person disappears ‘mysteriously’<3

[scoonsalicious]

A Scoonsalicious Masterlist

All fics are 18+ Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here. I exclusively write for Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader at this point in time, for maladaptive self-indulgent purposes.

If you ever feel so inclined to support my work, hop on over to buy me a coffee; it's much appreciated! <3

Individual fics will contain individual warnings.

Bucky Barnes

(Fluff 💖) (Smut ❤️‍🔥) (Angst 💔) (Horror 🖤) (Violence ❤️‍🩹) (AU 💞) (1k+ Notes 🏆)

Series

⚜️ The Pocket MCU: ❤️‍🩹 A series of miniseries and one-shot prequels featuring the MC from Unwanted, integrated into the existing narratives of the MCU films. ONGOING (Updated 5/20/24)

⚜️ Unwanted: ❤️‍🔥💔🏆When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn't be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust. COMPLETED 155.4k words (Epilogue Posted 4/27/24)

⚜️ Post-Unwanted: ❤️‍🔥💔💖 A series of miniseries and one-shot sequels set between Unwanted and Unbroken. ONGOING (Updated 7/11/24)

⚜️ Unbroken: An Unwanted Sequel: ❤️‍🔥💔💖‼️ It's a secret, but doesn't that title sound ridiculous?! BRAINSTORMING

One Shots

⚜️ Like a Fairy Tale: 💔💖🏆 Dating Bucky Barnes had been like living a fairy tale, but as he distances himself from you and your relationship, you come to the realization that maybe fairy tales aren't meant to come true. 3.4k words (Posted 3/4/24)

⚜️ Your Choice: ❤️‍🔥💖💞You're minding your own business at home one evening when local police Sergeant James "Bucky" Barnes comes knocking on your door. Someone's reported a crime being committed on your property, and the sergeant can either bring you down to the station, or get you off with a warning... it's your choice. 4.3k words (Posted 3/5/24)

Series On Hiatus

⚜️ With Friends Like These...: ❤️‍🔥💔Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntyre never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You. ON HIATUS (Updated 6/17/24)

Upcoming

⚜️ Hunted ❤️‍🔥🖤❤️‍🩹 A plane crash leaves you stranded in the Canadian wilderness with the one person who can't seem to stand you: Your mission partner, Bucky Barnes. You'll have to work together and put your differences aside in order to survive and get rescued. Only, the two of you aren't alone; someone, or something, is watching you from the woods. WRITING

⚜️ Boys of Summer ❤️‍🔥💔💞 Every summer, the wealthy Barnes family escapes the heat of the city to their beach house on the New England coast, and every year for as long as you can remember, your father has been the caretaker of their property. Now your father's gone and you haven't seen Bucky Barnes since you two spent a summer night together when you were eighteen. Four years later, Bucky's returned with a slew of college friends in tow for the ultimate beach summer to celebrate his college graduation, and his recent engagement. PLANNING

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s = smut (minors, dni) mc = mature content (minors, dni) f = fluff

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alex albon (aa23)

front page lover (thai!kpop idol!ofc)

keeper, smau: polly berkshire has obscure interactions with her thirsty boyfriend and it's safe to say that they love each other.

fashion week, smau: the williams driver and polly always got something for everyone to talk about.

double aa, socmed snapshot: a series of instagram stories in which alex is a dad to alice albon

own it, smau: alex's hidden talent is being a good boyfriend with a dash of photographer. ★

fernando alonso (fa14)

the breakup and makeup series (pro wrestler!ofc)

time to rock and roll, fic: the first time beatrice staedtlander and fernando alonso had broken up. (hc) ♡

heaven, smau: back in 2000s, fernando alonso and beatrice anastasia 'trish' staedtlander were every racing and wrestling fans' couple. years after, trish alonso became a mother and a wife... and the grid's crush of the season. fernando was certainly not happy so what's a better way to remind everyone that he was hers? (f, g, h)

from the ground up, smau: tino and tiago alonso were the twins that trish had given birth to at the age of 40, and everyone understood now why she didn't make it to the 2024 canadian gp. (f)

look what god gave her, smau: beatrice 'trish' alonso survived fernando's messy image better than anybody did. (f, g, h)

bonnie and the fame

maneater, smau: bonnie catherine sutton was carlos sainz's ex-girlfriend who returned to the f1 scene as a different woman. turns out, she's fernando alonso's fiancée (f)

ego, smau: never underestimate a woman's self-esteem, it might end up wounding you more than it would her.

oliver bearman (ob8)

ice ice baby, smau: kimi raikkonen's daughter romania raikkonen debuted in formula one with her friends AND it's safe to say that the iceman doesn't like ollie that much.

icy in saudi, smau: aroma raikkonen was ollie's biggest supporter in his f1 debut. plus, she also had her personal 'reverse harem' consisting of her best friends in the f2 grid. ★

ollie on thin ice(man), scenario: kimi raikkonen had proven himself to be oliver bearman's biggest hater at some point. ★

jenson button (jb22)

pride and pettiness (x british!actress!ofc)

one, 2004: in which, ada and jenson met for the first time.

the mr. darcy type, smau: much like the popular love interest, jenson should have known better than to say things that wouldn't impress a woman he grew interested in. OR ada abbott made sure that he worked hard for her time and attention. (f) ♡

shunt the hell up! (x hunt!driver!ofc)

shunt your lovers, kiss your enemies. smau: it was funny how enemies can be your teammate AND your lover at the same time. OR jj hunt, the daughter of the late james hunt, was jenson's biggest rival until a certain baby predicament cost her her entire racing career. (g) ♡

better enemies than strangers, smau: the brawn gp docuseries discussed jj hunt and the surprising turn of events in her rivalry/partnership with jenson in 2009. ★

other works

affection, blurb: in which, jenson learned that he should just say it without being a little too drunk.

pierre gasly (pg10)

newsflash, smau: ensley soleil doesn’t like playboys. too bad, pierre gasly’s down bad for her (attention and love). (f, g, h)

odds, fic: their timing was always wrong, maybe that's why pierre should consider making it even for the two of them as she writes songs about him and their courtship.

lowkey, smau: fans thought that pierre moved on from ensley four months after publicly declaring his (love?) for her. funnily enough... (f, g, h)

indigo, chatfic + smau: there's really no reason for pierre gasly to be jealous over some man that ensley wrote 'high school in jakarta' about. not when she wrote one or more songs about the frenchman. (f) ♡

high school in jakarta, fic: meeting ensley’s close friends would also mean that he’d have to meet her high school sweetheart, who he believed he couldn’t compete against until ensley ensured that his two-day attendance wouldn’t be spoiled by some guy who couldn’t let go of some memories she couldn’t even remember. ♡ 

dancing with the devil, smau: ensley soleil doesn't care about what people are saying about her relationship with pierre especially now that she's married to him. (f)

vintage, smau: pierre gasly is a husband and a fanboy of ensley soleil gasly amongst other things. (f)

hot dad era, socmed snapshot: pierre gasly. 30% f1 driver 70% dilf.

other works

do i make you nervous, blurb: lesson learned: just date her first rather than being friendly in the bed.

lewis hamilton (lh44)

stevie and lewis (hearth sister!ofc)

thick and thin, smau + fic: lewis should know better than underestimating her and her capabilities to yearn for him for years. (hc)

hands on and paws on, socmed snapshot: lewis is a stay-at-home dad to lottie hamilton and his best boy, roscoe, happens to watch his mummys everywhere she goes as she carries baby hamilton #2.

the hamilton daycare, fic: lewis is already a stay-at-home dad so what makes his day out in monaco with his two kids any different? (f) (2/3 of daddy, debriefed!)

where the bad girls are (kpop idol!ofc)

lifted, smau: lewis is married to a kpop idol who happened to be one of the girls to shape the image of female groups in the korean pop community.

crowned couple (x miss universe!ofc)

the couple of the universe, smau: lewis is a careless being this season and everyone's wondering why.

melody series (x performer!ofc)

summary: with her sharp eyes focused on her audience, a burlesque performer who went under the name of melody returned to rythme romantique, an entertainment lounge which exclusively caters to the wealthiest people of monaco — or in this case, to the people with a status that are recognized by all. her three exclusive performances were meant to be a closure for her connections in the principality. still, a certain formula one driver saw it as an opportunity to reconnect with his former flame after two years of her absence. felicity vos learned that this was a rich man’s world and that he could do whatever he wanted, but she also realized that the agreement they settled on years ago was corrupted the moment he expressed his love for her. 

one, million dollar man: monaco was a world of glitz and glamour that she left two years ago. returning to the principality clearly was a huge mistake as she found herself talking to the man who swore to nothing but his love for her.

two, this is what makes us girls: "decorum isn't something you can buy with money or fame." or what did lewis really want from her and why did he show up on the second night of her performance?

arthur leclerc (al12)

the scheming schumachers, smau: sunny schumacher is mick's cousin and what does a family do? they attract arthur leclerc to get him away from his best friend, who happens to be mick's girlfriend. thankfully, the schumacher cousin is something of a welcome distraction for the monegasque.

charles leclerc (cl16)

the leclerc boys series (x hearth sister!ofc)

debunking drama, smau: prequel to of long lines and names; aimee hearth, the mclaren media manager and one of the famous hearth sisters, was rumoured to be dating lando norris. a certain monegasque's baffled reaction became a trending topic in twitter as he counteracts the rumour with an instagram post of his lover. (f, h)

many kids with many names, smau: everyone found out that aimee and charles were having not only one but two babies. turned out, those two babies have at least a million name. (h) ★

of long lines and names, fic: five kids with (almost) five names under six years. OR the three pregnancies that charles had witnessed told him how motherhood and memories could come in two sets of twins and a boy that looked so much like him. (f)

the leclerc daycare, fic: before his last set of twins were born, charles had to watch his boys on his own- not exactly by himself when he's got esteban and pierre acting as his right hand men. (f) (1/3 of daddy, debriefed!) ♡

about names, scenario fics

summary: extension to of long lines and names and the leclerc daycare; charles and aimee's boys and their names go hand in hand OR times when the couple had to tell their kids that their names were signs of love and respect for their namesakes.

one, an amazing boy with an amazing name: hervé's anger left his parents confused after he refused to be called by his first name. thankfully, his mamé pascale had an easy access to his heart that eventually led to an answer to his sadness.

two, the wingman of maranello: jules leclerc learned two things as he travelled to italy with his father: he had an uncle named uncle teague and uncle teague had a best friend that was once charles' godfather.

other pieces

"slut", smau: charles' ex trashed his new girlfriend a while ago, but too bad he wasn't really into the thought of making music with anyone but lou villar.

breaking curses not hearts, smau: frankie bardot atkinson was also known for her curse in the film industry. after breaking her long streaked curse and finally won an oscar, was it finally charles' time to break his curse at monza gp?

kevin magnussen (km20)

family ties, smau: lando norris forgot that his brother-in-law is in the grid with him and lola norris magnussen couldn't help but make of her brother for it.

lando norris (ln4)

lover era (x alessandro sister!writer!ofc)

london boy, smau: nicola 'cola' alessandro moved to britain and what's a better way to introduce yourself to england than taking a trip around with a certain mclaren driver? (f, g, h)

i think he knows, smau: grazia nichols published her debut novel based off formula one, and a fan could have sworn that the the book bf - nolan langford - was based off of lando's character as a driver altogether. (f, g, h)

✿ honey, honey! series masterlist - lando norris x ofc (honey-sue lewis) ft. sidemen

other pieces

too good to be true, smau: just a brief overview of lando’s relationship with a countryside girl who, beyond her introverted tendencies, was an unhinged, unserious yet amazing mother and girlfriend. ★

f1 drivers (general)

✿ 9 to 5 series masterlist - f1 grid x ofc (lester alessandro) ft. fictional wolff kids

✿ f1 voicemail blurbs - series of blurbs with voicemails left by the drivers. ★

too much caring, smau, sv5 + jb22: kpop idol juno was assumed to have cheated on retired driver jenson button with his best mate sebastian vettel. oh how wrong those people were...

[rookthorne]

The 12 days of Christmas have never looked so good, and I am here to spoil us with the best miniature advent calendar in the form of my Bucky's!

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺

― BUCKY BARNES ―

֎ Biker!Bucky Barnes — Brotherhood & Bullets ֎ Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes + Bodyguard!Winter Soldier — Staya Volkov ֎ Farmer!Bucky Barnes — Peaches 'n Cream Ranch ֎ Incubus!Bucky Barnes — Depths of Pleasure ֎ Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes — Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts ֎ Mafia!Bucky Barnes — His Empire, Her Rules ֎ Artist!Bucky Barnes — The Queen's Masterpiece ֎ Mechanic!Bucky Barnes — His Girls ֎ Nurse!Bucky Barnes — A Hero ֎ Alpha!Mafia!Bucky Barnes — Ruling Instinct ֎ Paramedic!Bucky Barnes — Lights, Sirens and Sincerity ֎ Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes — Progress, Not Perfection ֎ Pornstar!Bucky Barnes — Purity ֎ Scare Actor!Bucky Barnes — The Hunt ֎ Viking!Bucky Barnes — The Skógr

― STUCKY ―

֎ Firemen!Stucky — Built Differently ֎ Tattoo Artist!Stucky — Garden of Ink

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

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𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑺

I would like to extend a massive thank you to @smutconnoisseur for helping me come up with prompts for this, and to @sebstanwhore for brainstorming for hours and hours with me!

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀  = angst — 𝐖  = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃  = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅  = fluff — 𝐒  = smut

🌟 𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐬

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A trip downtown and into a haven for Christmas was meant to be a fun, uneventful day out — a chance to refresh your decorations and introduce James to the festive spirit. A low key and calm trip into the chaos. Only, Bucky had other ideas, and there was nothing that would get in the way of his dastardly deed.

🎄 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The reveal of Bucky and Steve’s plans for the day took you by surprise, but you would only let shock and awe hold you for so long in its clutches. A job needed doing, and for damn sure were you going to do it with a flourish.

✨ 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There weren’t many things that could surprise your Incubus — aeons old, with the wit and wisdom to match, but when it came to Christmas, it turned out the sex demon himself was a virgin in celebrating the festive season, before you.

🎁 𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐰 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A girl’s day out with Koda takes a surprising turn, and you were left with more questions than answers with Bucky’s strange, mysterious behaviour.

🎀 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To turn the Grinches into Reindeer, you needed to work hard to win them all over — some were easier than others, but with your own Santa on your side, it made it all the easier.

🧸 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐬

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Christmas shopping was a dangerous mistake, Bucky realised, and all he could do was hope that in the end, he could rein you in, and you wouldn’t go home with the whole entire store. 

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

✨ 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

You knew very well that your husband was up to something ever since he woke up before the crack of dawn to sneak out of the bedroom, but he wasn’t alone — there were two trouble makers in on the mischief.

🎅🏻 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐚

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A day at the station reveals more truth than you could have ever imagined — not in the presence of your boys and little ones, or how they were so gentle with the young ones in their joy for festivities.

🦌 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

You were expecting it to be an ordinary day; prepare for the festivities with Koda and Sarge by your side, begging for treats and whatever else they set their eyes on. But what you did not expect, was to do so, with two reindeers in tow.

��� 𝐃𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Opulence was so readily and freely available to you in your lifestyle, and you had your love to thank for that. Of course, that meant you were going to find him the most dashing present, and spend a fortune on it, whether he liked the pop of colour, or not.

🎀 𝐎𝐡, 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥

─── Alpha!Mafia!Bucky x Omega!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The love that Bucky and you shared was unparalleled, unlike anything you had ever felt before. It was a joy to witness and be a part of the tender side of the otherwise ruthless and effective Mafia King. And on that day, it was no different — playing your cherished role had never been so fulfilling.

🎁 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫

─── Pornstar!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Christmas was a time for gifts and giving; of sharing with those you loved with all of your heart. Bucky was one of the lucky ones, and you had the most perfect gift for him.

🕯 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

─── Scare Actor!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The festive additions to Bucky’s Soldat costume had been a genius idea, you only had to work out the best way to bribe your boyfriend to go along with it, first. 

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🌟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Miracles and surprises were never in short supply around Christmas, you had learned that during the last Christmas you spent with Bucky and the club; your own family. But, what if something came along, uprooting your certainty, and presenting all of the questions you were beyond nervous to find the answers for? You knew one thing was for certain, though. Your heart, while full of love and adoration for the man you called your own, maybe, just maybe, had room for another special someone. 

🍪 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐧

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky knew well enough that your venture to the Christmas market would not leave him unscathed, but still, as your loving husband, he trailed behind you loyally and almost complaint free — until you sprang a surprise on him.

🕯 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was never, ever a dull moment when it came to the pair of troublemakers you had involved yourself with, and your Christmas market stall was not immune, either.

🎁 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

─── Artist!Bucky x Mafia!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To test the patience of a lioness; a predator that watched over a pup, it was to toy with danger. You would flash your teeth in warning, but the real threat lurked in the shadows behind you, and there was no way he would let harm befall all that you held dear.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🌟 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐀 + 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Decorating the tree was a tradition you were determined to bring into their home, and you were just as stubborn as they were to make it stick. But when night fell, that all washed away, leaving room for the love that one of them needed to make it through the silent night.

🎀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The holiday season was in full swing, and you were keen to make a head start for the coming days — each bouquet wouldn’t make itself, nor would the orders be filled if you stayed where it was warm and cosy.  What you didn’t expect in your shop before the crack of dawn, however, was two men intent on sprucing up the space.

🕯 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was not the first time you had made a deal with a devil, but at least, on this occasion, you could watch the way his eyes darkened, or how his tail swished in the air; perfectly in beat with the hammering of your heart. The night only just started, but you were determined to get all you could from this unorthodox agreement.

✨ 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Christmas in the snow was something you adored about the festive season, and spending it with the ones you loved, both human and animal, would make it all the better. But Bucky had a surprise up his sleeve for you; the cards of his mischievous ways held close to his chest until the moment was right.

❤️ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The distractions of festivities irked Bucky like no other, especially when you were standing there as though you weren’t the woman of his dreams, innocently decorating the living room and the Christmas tree within it.  You weren’t to know just how far he would push and prod, not until it was too late.

🎅🏻 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Organically, a hospital was a place where gloom spread faster than a wildfire — it was hard to picture the environment as joyful and festive.  Until you appeared, Christmas tree and ornaments in hand, and with the determination of a stubborn reindeer for the task you set yourself: decorate the hell out of the place, and bring some cheer to those who needed it the most.

🎄 𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

─── Alpha!Mafia!Bucky x Omega!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A new tradition you introduced to Bucky took a turn you should have, at the very least, expected, but it did not mean you wouldn’t milk it for all of its worth.

🧸 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨'𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡

─── Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Your surprise arrival at the station brightens more than Bucky’s day, and you couldn’t be happier to witness the joy in all of their faces when you revealed that you came bearing gifts.

💛 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞

─── Pornstar!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky was a sweet talker; able to get every last thing he wanted if he just used the right words or tone with anyone. It was part of his charm. Though you thoroughly enjoyed it, he tended to weaponize it against you at the least convenient times; up a ladder and decorating the tree one of them.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🦌 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A few visitors to the cabin take both Bucky and you by surprise, and the sweet, kind creatures were as curious about you as you were of them.

🧸 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Sometimes even the hardest, most independent workers needed someone to lean on — whether they be of flesh and blood, or wool and stuffing.

✨ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

─── Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The festivities of Christmas were often overlooked by Bucky in his job in favour of rushing off to save a life, but not this year — this year, you were there to bring joy to him, and to all of his team.

❤️ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

─── Personal Trainer!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

With little else to do during the busy festive period, you made your way to Howlie’s Gym, the place you made a home away from home and where you know your best friend made your haven safe.  What you did not expect to find, however, was him in the office with the brightest smile on his face — as though you hung the moon that shone down over the two of you.

💚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐫

─── Viking!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Thieves came in many different forms — from Loki to a simple villager, or to a horse with the mind of a trickster and a heart of gold.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🌟 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

As the President of his club, Bucky always made sure that he made it home, whether it be for his brother’s, or to just keep his legacy alive one more day.  But it was not just that anymore, not after he had you as his guiding light — a beacon so bright that he knew he’d be a fool to act reckless, when he knew you were waiting for him back home. 

🎀 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐝

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Surprises were not an unexpected occurrence when you come to think of it, not when you had Bucky Barnes as your boyfriend, though you had to give him credit where credit was due — he was a crafty, cunning man when it counted.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

❤️ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky was adept at making the best of a situation; a rain of bullets or his pain, it did not matter. A comedic, blasé brush off of whatever was wrong, and he was on his way.  Though, that trick didn’t work on you. And you always saw straight through it.

🕯 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫; 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

─── Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Battles were fought and won, ruthlessly bloody and heartbreakingly sorrowful, for all. Especially your own warrior, who put his all into the work needed on the front lines, and sometimes, he needed protection of his own.

🎅🏻 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

─── Scare Actor!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky had more than one way to scare the living daylights out of you — it wasn’t just in his job description; it was in his nature.

🎄 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was never a boring moment during the festive season with your two loves, and it was no different during one of their many visits to your shop. Only, this time, Bucky had a trick up his sleeve.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

✨ 𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐞

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A battle raged and weapons clashed on that festive day, and only one of the two warriors would make it out alive.  You were determined to make your opponent fall to his knees and beg for mercy — only then would you celebrate the victory. But first? Wade through the plight of the treacherous terrain and land that one hit. 

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

❤️ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

You knew with absolute certainty that you meant a lot to both Bucky and Steve — to them as themselves, and to their marriage, but you did not truly understand the depth of their devotion to you, not until a frosty, chilled morning where they revealed just how much they truly adored you.

🌟 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A long day led to a long week, snowballing into a long, long festive season. The boys — your knights in shining armour, residing in their castle of artistry — they knew long before you yourself did, and they had an idea of how to turn it around, to bring a smile to your lips and to restore your vitality.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

[wizard-on-whales]

Prey (James Hetfield x Reader)

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✭You and your husband James decided to take a hike on his day off and you got the brilliant idea to run off into the woods. He chased after you like a predator hunting his prey.

Warnings: Smut, hunting, kinda consensual non-consensual?, degrading, mention of murder (no James isn't going to murder you), Cussing, I didn't double-check the grammar

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You and James walked hand in hand down the trail enjoying the view and each other's company. The tour had been going well and he finally got some time off so you decided to spend the day together by going hiking. Somehow your normal conversations of work and friends veered off onto the topic of true crime and murder.

"Y'know... statistically you're the person most likely to murder me." You said, looking up at him.

"Really? That's a little fucked up. I can't imagine doing something like that to you." He gave your hand a small squeeze as if he was reassuring his words.

"But what about all the poor little deer you've killed while hunting? Would that not be the same with me?" You decided to test his judgment as you often did.

"Oh come on, babe, that's not the same thing at all. They're kinda like my prey, you're not." He stopped in the middle of the trail to finally look at you. He noticed the small smirk on your face and the glint of an idea behind your eyes.

"But what if I was," You wrapped your arms around his shoulders bringing him down slightly and giving him a knowing smile. He smirked back gripping your waist.

"And what exactly do you have in mind, Mrs. Hetfield..." Before you could reply, you released yourself from his grasp and took off running into the woods as fast as you could. You knew he'd catch up quickly since he was taller and faster than you, but you sprinted like your life depended on it. You could hear his footsteps following behind you as you weaved in between trees and bushes. Glancing over your shoulder with a smile you saw him quickly approaching so you changed direction and ran off to the side. He called out your name through heavy breathing trying to keep up. Finally, you felt his hands grab your waist and you both tumbled down landing on the leaf-covered forest floor.

"Got you," He breathed out, a smile on his face. He leaned down to kiss your neck but you pushed his face away, squirming underneath him.

"Let me go," You tried to act serious, but a smile made its way to your face.

"Oh, is that how you're gonna play it?" James quickly grabbed your wrists with one hand and pinned them above your head. With his other hand, he pushed your shirt up slightly and kissed your stomach. You used your legs to try to push him away but he pinned them down with his.

"Not fair, you're bigger than me." You pouted, still wiggling under him.

"Sorry, sweetheart." He let go of your wrists and quickly pulled your shirt off but you saw it as your opportunity to get up and run again. He tried grabbing your ankle but failed and called out your name again. You could hear the leaves rustling as he got up and started running after you again. You found a small hill to run down hoping you'd lose him for just a few minutes as you hid behind a tree to catch your breath. You noticed a lake not too far from where you were, so you made your way to it and stood right by the water's edge.

"Nowhere for you to run now, Baby." You heard your husband say from behind you. You turned around and watched as he slowly stepped up to you, truly stalking you like prey. Your shirt hung loosely in his hand as he stopped in front of you, looking over the exposed skin. He dropped your shirt before his hand made its way up your back to unclip your bra and slid it off. 

"Y'know...I thought this would just be a nice relaxing walk...Didn't know I'd be going on a wild goose chase through the woods after you," His voice was low and sultry. His rough, calloused fingers traced down your spine before reaching the waistband of your jeans. His fingers found their way into your belt loops before roughly pulling you against him. You let out a small whimper as the sensitive skin on your chest brushed the fabric of his shirt.

"I'm sorry," You played along, your hands pressed firmly against his chest.

"Then I guess you'll have to show me how sorry you really are." With one hand still keeping you tight against him, his other unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down just enough for him to slide his already throbbing cock out. Placing one hand on each of your shoulders, he pushed you down onto your knees. 

You looked up at him through your lashes before kissing his tip and wrapping one hand around the base of his member. James let out a small groan and you pump him, squeezing slightly. He gripped your hair, making it into a makeshift ponytail

“Open your mouth,” You did as he told you and opened your mouth, immediately taking him in. You swirled your tongue around his tip tasting the saltiness from his precum and sweat. He pushed your head down roughly, his cock hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag. Tears welled up in your eyes as your head bobbed up and down taking his full length in. James moaned each time your nose brushed against his pelvis.

“God look at you.” He grunted as he watched you suck him off, “Taking all of me like the slut you are.” You continued to taste him, tears running down your face probably smearing your makeup. Suddenly James pulled your head back.

“I don’t wanna cum before I've had my fun with you.” James knelt right in front of you and pulled his shirt off, laying it on the ground behind you. He pushed you down onto it before unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down your legs, “Jesus, baby, I can see how soaked you are through those slutty little panties.” He ran his finger over the wet fabric making you whimper. 

“What do you want, huh?” He teased, leaning over you and kissing your neck. 

“I want you,” You replied quietly, your voice horse from taking him in. 

“Gotta beg for it, darling. What do you want,” He pushed your panties to the side, feeling your slick as he rubbed small circles on your clit. You let out a small moan.

“God, James. I want you in me please!” You felt your walls contract around nothing as his fingers continued to tease your clit. 

“Yeah? Like this baby? Is this what you want?” He roughly pushed a digit into you making you arch your back. 

“I want your cock, please, James!” He smirked and kissed your bare collarbone, making sure to suck slightly and leave a mark. 

“All you had to do was say so,” James pulled his finger out before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in. You both let out a moan as your cunt sucked him in. He didn't give you any time to adjust to the stretch before he started thrusting into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him close as his hips smacked against yours. The noises between your legs became more obscene as he found his rhythm. You reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders but he grabbed them and pinned them above your head, using the leverage to push deeper and harder into you. You squealed at the added pressure, throwing your head back in pleasure. You felt the familiar knot build in your abdomen as your moans got higher. James could feel you were getting close as your walls squeezed him tightly. Just before your release, he pulled out. 

“James,” You whined, giving him a pout. 

“You dont get to cum that easy,” He grabbed your waist firmly before flipping you onto your stomach and pulling your ass right against his cock. His large frame leaned over you as he kissed your shoulder and slid back into your slick cunt. You moaned again as he did, waiting for him to start thrusting but he didn't, “C’mon you gotta work for it, doll” 

James sat up on his knees, keeping your ass elevated in the air as he ran his hands over your body. You pushed your hips back against his, making him groan, “That's it” You found your own, quick pace as you grinded against him. His hands grabbed your thighs, helping you push against him. You looked over your shoulder to see James' head dropped back in pleasure, a small smile on his face. Seeing his pleasure made you contract around him making him let out a low moan. You felt him twitch inside you, knowing he wouldn't last much longer. Your thrusts got sloppier as you desperately clutched onto the ground in front of you. 

“Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum.” He announced, gripping you tightly and matching your thrusts. You felt your own release build up at his words. Just as the knot in your stomach released, you felt James’ hot seed soak your walls. Both of you continued to thrust, making sure you milked every last drop out of his cock. James’ body relaxed over you and he pulled out before collapsing next to you. You turned back over onto your back and glanced over at him. He was just as much of a mess as you were. His long strands of hair stuck to the sweat on his forehead, his chest moving up and down as he breathed heavily. He looked your way, giving you a small smile before reaching over to you and pulling you closer. 

“Talk about deer, you're giving me those pretty little doe eyes.” He said before kissing you gently. You smiled at him, wiping the hair out of his face.

“I guess I should run away from you more often,” He let out a small laugh, looking over your exposed body which was covered in dirt, just like his.

“Maybe next time we should bring a blanket though.”

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[pfhwrittes]

"you love him. you've loved him since you were 9 and you love him now 20 years later." TW: references to transphobic bullying, angst, fluff, allusions to offscreen smut, alcohol mention, menstruation mention. pairing: kyle x ftm!reader

1.5k words of childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers. as always i've barely edited it so typos and errors may remain. edit to add: a massive thank you and shout out to @gemmahale for cheerleading me with this one and reminding me to trust my instincts. i love you a lot.

-- you love him. you’ve loved him since he first shared his curly-wurly during break time at primary school. head over heels puppy love. your mum teasing you with a “my little girl with her first boyfriend!” despite the way it makes your cheeks burn (and something twist inside your chest) when you both stand shyly together at 3.15 hand in hand waiting to go home. 

you love kyle when he’s the joseph to your mary in the nativity. you love the way the teatowel your mum leant his mum slips into his eyes and causes him to laugh and forget his next line about needing to find an inn. you love him when he wraps you up in a big hug when missus king takes a photo of you both as your mum cheers the loudest from the back of the little crowd in the assembly hall. 

you love kyle even when you both grow up and go to secondary school at 11, split up into different form groups and different timetables. you love him even more when he folds you into his little band of miscreants, “one of the boys” he says with a cheeky grin that warms you all the way through.

you love kyle when he chooses you first for the biology practical lesson, flicking little slithers of onion at you to make you laugh, despite the way anna-marie looks you up and down and whispers something cruel about how “he just pities the he-she” loud enough for you to hear. 

you love kyle when he skives off school with you the day your period takes you unaware. he sneaks in through the kitchen door 15 minutes after your mum leaves for work, a battered curly-wurly and bottle of oasis clutched in one hand and his rucksack in the other. you love him when he settles onto the sofa, dragging your duvet over the two of you, flicking the telly on so you can both watch bargain hunt together. 

you love kyle the day he cuddles you into his chest, completely uncaring about the way your snot and tears mark his t-shirt as you sob, both of you curled up on your bed. you love him so completely when he listens to you stutter out that you think you’re not really a girl. you still love him when he pulls away for the first time, a tiny frown on his face. you still love him when he doesn’t reply to your text asking him if he got home alright later that night. 

you still love kyle when he starts ignoring you in school, no longer coming to find you during lunchtime. you still love him when he doesn’t laugh along with harry when you trip during design tech but he doesn’t stop james hissing “freak show” as you rub at your hip from where you banged into their table. 

you still love kyle even when your mum sits you down at the kitchen and asks you how you feel about moving schools at 16. you still love kyle when you ask her “but what about kyle?” and her voice catches when she offers you a gentle “oh love” with wet eyes. 

you still love kyle when he stumbles into you at mattie’s house party when you’re both 18, a shocked look on his face when he takes in your close cropped hair and wispy facial hair on your cheeks, despite the fact you haven’t spoken in years. you still love kyle even when he calls you the wrong name and your mumble gets swallowed up by cheers from the kitchen as someone spots kyle in the hallway. you still love kyle when you spot him crowd mattie’s older sister georgia up against the bannister and kiss her breathless before leading her up the stairs with his hand on her waist. you still love kyle when you end up sobbing into alex’s neck, their hand rubbing your back gently as the dew from the front lawn soaks the knees of your jeans. you still love kyle even as alex murmurs that “you should just forget him babe” into your hair as you sob anew.

you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle the next time you run into him, many years later when you pop into the pub under oath from mattie to meet her for a quick pint to catch up. you recognise the shape of kyle’s smile even if he is partially turned away to grin at a man with broad shoulders and a slightly flattened mohawk standing next to him at the bar. you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle when he catches you looking and his smile slips momentarily as he offers you a tiny nod of acknowledgement before turning back to his friend. you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle even when your eyes keep drifting over to him and the other three men in the corner booth as mattie fills you in on everything you missed during your years travelling around australia. 

you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle when you bump into him again in the same pub the following week. literally bumping into him as you turn away from the bar with a pint in your hand. kyle steadies you with a hand on your forearm and you feel your heart soar before plummeting into the sticky carpet at your feet. you pull your arm away from him and your drink sloshes over the rim of your glass as you offer him a tight smile before stepping to the side. you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle, but you can’t help but feel the warmth of his hand long after you’ve rejoined mattie and alex at your table. 

you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle but a thrill goes up your spine when he asks you if he could “have a word with you, mate” as he joins you in the beer garden the week after that. you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle but your heart aches as he stumbles his way through an apology. you’ve forgotten how much you missed your friend kyle when he makes you stutter out a surprised laugh when he talks about his friend soap knocking some sense into him. 

you’ve forgotten how much you missed your friend kyle when he texts you asking if you want to join him and his sisters for a chinese. you’ve forgotten how much you’ve missed your friend kyle when he hands you his vegetable spring rolls without asking. you’ve forgotten how much you’ve missed your friend kyle when after dinner he leads you up to his childhood bedroom and he kicks his dirty socks under his bed like you’ve seen him do many times before. you’ve forgotten how much you’ve missed your friend kyle when your ribs ache from laughing and he’s wearing that beautiful grin. 

you’ve forgotten how much you’ve missed your friend kyle when he slips into the open seat next to you at the pub, his arm slung over the back of your chair, much to the matching shocked expressions of mattie and alex. you’ve forgotten how much you’ve missed your friend kyle when he takes alex’s frosty demeanour on the chin. you fall in love with your friend kyle again when he responds to mattie’s pointed rhetorical “you know you broke his heart, yeah?” with a small squeeze to your shoulder and serious “i know, i was a fucking idiot.”.

you fall in love with kyle again when his hands shake on your waist as he leans in to kiss you outside your house under the flickering glow of a streetlight. just like you hoped he would so many years ago when you were both teenagers. you fall in love with kyle again when he pulls away to take in your stupefied expression and he asks if you’re okay, if he can kiss you again. you fall in love with kyle again when he gently turns you around so he can push you up against the front door to trail sucking kisses down your neck as your keys hit the doormat with a tinkling sound. you fall in love with kyle again when you ask him to slow down - wait - please - as he’s reaching for the top button of your jeans. you fall in love with kyle again when he traces gentle fingers over the scars on your chest, adoration in his eyes.

you love kyle when you trip over your boxers and his shirt the following morning as you stumble to the bathroom. you love kyle when you slip back into bed and he sleepily nuzzles into your neck. you love kyle when his phone blares his alarm from the back pocket of his trousers near the door to your bedroom 30 minutes later. 

you love him. you’ve loved him since you were 9 and you love him now 20 years later as he presses a kiss to your hair. you love him. -- taglist: @kaadaaan

[fourmoony]

fizz pop lolly - James Potter x Fem!Reader

smut, barely any plot. p in v. unprotected sex. language. james is a bit of a perv.

18+ work, minors DNI.

not proof read. 2k words.

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It’s pervy.

James knows it’s pervy, but he can’t stop himself. You’re not even aware he’s ogling you, gone in your own world that he imagines has fairies, rainbows and butterflies floating around in that pretty little head of yours. He’s sure if anyone caught sight of him staring, they’d catch on immediately, know just how sick and twisted his mind really is because his eyes are dead set on the hemline of your skirt, his mouth open awaiting flies. You’re resting your hands on the table on the far side of the library, supposedly reading a textbook for a source you need for your essay on Care of Magical Creatures, and the way you’re bent over ever so slightly has your skirt rising from its already high placement.

It's sick. It’s downright fucking twisted. You’re so sweet, so innocent, such a pretty soul – for fucks sakes you run study groups and tutor first years in your rare free time – and all James can think about is how he wants to walk up behind you, put his hand between your shoulder blades and push until you’re flat against the table, flat against his dick.

But.

But it would be criminal not to look, right? Not to enjoy the way you pop your hip to the left when your legs obviously get tired of having stood up for so long. He swears he can make out the bottom of your arse cheek and he about chokes on his own bloody saliva. Your legs look so smooth, like he could run his hands up and down them, listen to the quickening of your breath and feel nothing but silk. God, he’s deranged. Guilt swirls in his stomach with lust, a never-ending battle that he shouldn’t be staring – actually, he should probably go over and tell you he’s likely not the only one looking, for your own sake – but that he physically cannot bring himself to stop.

He can’t stop thinking about you, about how you’d feel wrapped around him, soft and pliant under him, the sounds you’d make. He’s hard as a rock, blood rushing from his head to his dick and he finds it’s getting easier and easier to keep looking, guilt free, with the lack of blood up there.

He’s both grateful and ready to raise hell when Sirius appears behind you, returning from his hunt for a book he’d needed for a prank, and blocks you from James’ view. Sirius takes a seat across from James and he groans inwardly. Sirius’ stupid head is blocking your perfect arse from James’ view and that won’t do.  

“How can I see the book if you’re sitting over there?” James tries.

Sirius looks up, brows furrowed, “Uhm, you don’t need to? I’ll just tell you once I find the spell.”

“Yeah, but- Like, I need to- wouldn’t it be better if I checked it? Made sure it was the right spell?” James stutters like an absolute fool, and he wants to bang his fucking head into the desk.

Sirius catches on immediately. James wants to die as his best friend looks around, spotting you behind him. His head whips around at breakneck speed, his eyes wide with mischief. James jumps into action, trying to cover Sirius’ mouth before he makes an announcement that James Potter is a massive fucking pervert in front of the entirety of the Hogwarts Library. Sirius dodges, laughing maniacally, breathless and sputtering and James just panics and shoves the table as hard as he can into Sirius’ stomach and ribs.

He heaves a breath of air, winded, eyes wide and accusatory. Problem solved, James thinks, whilst Sirius is doubled over, head no longer blocking his view. Until he looks up, eyes searching, and finds you sauntering over, brows furrowed. Shit, he thinks, shit, shit, fucking shit.

“What are you two up to, now?” You ask, brow raised and a hint of a smile on your lips.

And oh god, your lips. So full, so soft, so pretty. James feels like he’s the one who’s had a table slammed into his ribs. Sirius still has his head on the desk, groaning and gasping for air. James couldn’t give two shits when you take the seat next to his, give him your full attention, cross one of your legs over the other and sit oh so bloody pretty. Godric, James would like to ruin you.

“Oh, nothing. Just studying.” James tries his best at casual.

You look at the table in front of you with amusement. There’s no study material. Just empty sweetie wrappers, a couple marbles and the one book Sirius needed for a prank. James flushes red. Fuck.

“Hm. Clearly.” You say, eyes twinkling.

You’re so beautiful, James thinks. So fucking pretty.

“Well,” You chirp when James literally can’t think of anything to say, “Next time Sirius is about to out you for staring at my arse, I’d go for a silencing charm over bodily harm.”

With that, you stand and turn, and James is pretty much face to face with said arse. You bend a little, pretending to fix your socks and James thinks he’s going to die. Literally. Die. Like, on the spot. You’re so sweet, so innocent – or so he thought. He’s in over his head. Truly. His brain simply short circuits. You leave, walking away, swinging your hips as you go and James is up and out of his seat, hot on your heels. You feel him at your back, smile to yourself. Sirius holds a finger up to James as he leaves, only to be thwarted on the back of the head by Madam Pince as she passes.

James follows you through the hallways, up staircases, until he realises, you’re headed for the seventh-floor corridor. It’s dark and abandoned and a well-known area for hooking up. His heart rate accelerates. If he’d have known you’d catch him staring and bring him here? He’d have felt less guilty about it and done it way more often.

You stop and turn to face him at the end of the corridor, swallowed by shadows but he can still see the bright shine to your eyes, the wideness of your smile. You’re waiting, playing games and James always wins.

“You were showing off on purpose?” He asks, crowding you against the wall.

You look up, bite your lip and fuck James is pretty much gone already. Your head tilts, hair sprawling over your shoulder, picture of innocence. James knows now that it’s a farse. And he’s determined to break the act, have you begging, pleading, destroyed for and by him. Your hands, dainty and a little cold, reach out for his forearms, pulling him slightly towards you. He smiles, a hint of knowing in his eyes that has your knees buckling.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Jamie.”

James tuts, towering over you. He presses his lips to the side of your neck, inhales your perfume and fuck he’s hard all over again, “You know fine well what you were doing to me.”

You hum, hands running up his arms to rest on his shoulders, sliding around to the nape of his neck and grabbing a fist of his hair. “Maybe.”

James smiles, nips the skin at the nape of your neck. He pushes his weight against you, you sigh in delight. His hands are everywhere, along your waist, the tops of your thighs, your tits. It’s not until he slides his hands up your skirt, desperate to feel the flesh of your arse that he realises you’re not wearing any underwear and he almost comes on sight. His breath is shuddering, mouth pressed against the skin of your neck and dear Godric, he thinks, how could he have ever assumed you were anything other than a dirty, filthy slut?

“I really wanted to take my time,” He huffs, pulling back until he’s centimetres from your lips, “But right now the only thing I can think about is ruining you.”

You nod, a huff of breath like it’s been punched out of your lungs at his words, “Please.”

With that, James kisses you. Hot and heavy and dirty and fuck he’s never been so glad to have been perving on you. You moan when he lifts you up, hands firm on the backs of your thighs, like you weigh nothing and keeps you propped up with his hips against the wall. It’s all consuming, having him everywhere, all around you. His smell, his sound, his tongue searching your mouth, his lips, his teeth, his hands, his dick, pressed so nice against your bare cunt.

He shifts, you squeal, head hitting against the brick wall.

His fingers trace you, teasing, only for a second, before he’s knuckle deep and you’re keening, bucking against him, fingers digging crescent moons into his shoulders. James swears he’s in heaven, the way he has you – desperate and soaking fucking wet. All because of him.

“James,” You moan, one hand cupping his neck and cheek, your hooded eyes are looking into his, “Need more. Need you. Please.”

James isn’t going to make you ask twice. Maybe when he has more time. Next time he’s going to take his time. Next time he’s going to be patient, watch you fall apart, make you beg. At least, he hopes there’ll be a next time. He thinks he might die if he never gets to see you like this again. Your head is thrown back, neck exposed, breaths coming in pants as he whips himself out of his trousers. He lines himself up, you keen, and he takes a deep breath before he slams up into you.

You practically scream, clenching around him, legs tightening around his waist. James swears he sees stars. You’re so warm, so tight, and you’re whimpering and bucking against him. He feels hot and heavy and he’s hitting spots you never imagined. The breath punches from your lungs when he sets a fast and hard pace, hands gripping at any skin he can find. He’s moaning into your skin, grunts and profanities and you’re sure that anyone who comes within a mile of the seventh-floor corridor will hear the sinful noises coming from the pair of you.

It’s hot and dizzying and your skin feels like it’s on fire with every thrust that he bullies into you.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, so tight…” James is aware he’s just speaking his mind, unfiltered and uncaring. He has no shame, not when he’s slamming into you like it’s his sole purpose on this earth. Maybe it is, he thinks.

You groan, clenching around him, “Jamie, I’m so close.”

“I know, I know, let go, pretty girl.” He coos, reaching between you to rub at the swollen bundle of nerves that’s been crying out for attention.

You spasm, coming on the spot at the stimulation and his words. He’s two seconds behind you, an embarrassingly loud moan escaping him, but he can’t find it in him to care when you’re still whining and bucking against him. You’re both seeing stars, pressed together, still fully clothed, breathless, and floating down.

Realisation sets in, the silence of the corridor is deafening.

Until you laugh.

You giggle maniacally like he’s said the funniest thing in the world and James frowns in confusion. He lets you down, tucks himself back into his pants all whilst you’re still giggling. It’s not until you stop, breathless, and reach up to press a kiss to his lips that he smiles dumbly.

“Took you long enough, Potter.”

James’ head spins. You’re there, standing in front of him, two seconds after being completely ruined, whining, and bucking on him, innocent act completely gone. He’s so dopily happy at the way you’re smiling up at him.

“How long-“

“The time you were staring at me eating a fizz pop lolly.” You answer for him.

This time, James laughs. Six months. You’ve known for six months that he’s been innately obsessed with you.

“Fucks sakes.”

You giggle again and fall into his arms, he pulls you backwards, pliant in his arms as you laugh and stumble all the way along the hallway.

[maxillness]

Hey how's the James Hunt fic? - ❤️

I actually finished that a long time ago, but because I had so many fics written before that, it’s first gonna be out in November 🫶

[prettyinpink350]

Trailer trash

Dark Bucky x innocent reader. Dad Bucky x mom reader. Bucky is mean! 18+ don’t let me catch some kids in here reading this! I mean it!

Smut, mentions of previous hitting but nothing hard enough to leave marks. Yelling. cursing. Mentions of rough sex. Baby crying. Unprotected sex. Reader kinda has Stockholm syndrome. Bucky calls reader mommy like twice. Daddy kink

“I wanna get outta here!” She yelled after him.

“I know! I know kitten! Trust me I’ve heard ya bitch and moan about it for four years!” Bucky yelled back at her.

Y/n in a fit walked away from him. Going down the small narrow hall of their trailer, Bucky’s anger getting the best of him like it always did. He walked fast to catch up to her, then yanking her back by her hair.

“Owwww! Get off me James! Now!” She cried out

“Fuck no! You think I’m gonna let the love of my life and the mother of my child fuckin leave me! Your insane! I ain’t lettin ya get a god damn mile out of this town! Your mine.” Bucky said in her face, his nose touching hers. Tears streaming her face as little James came paddling through the hallway with his bottle in hand. The two year old crying from the yelling, him being able to sense the stress off his mommy.

“Let me go James” y/n said slowly to her husband. He let go of her hair, only taking a step back. His jaw tightened and eyes glared at her.

Little James came as fast as his little legs would carry him to his mother. Y/n bending down to pick him she began to soothe him with her voice.

“I’m here baby boy, it’s okay. I love you”

“Y/n if you leave me, I’ll hunt you down and you don’t want to know the rest” Bucky said, the two of them looking right in each other’s eyes.

“I didn’t say I was leavin ya, alls I said was I wanted a better life! With money and a better safer home and environment for our family” she said crying, little James now asleep in her arms his head resting on her shoulder.

Bucky’s eyes softened at the view of her and his son. He stepped closer, bringing them in his arms. He held her as she cried into him.

“I’m so sorry baby girl, I didn’t mean to hurt ya. I was just scared and let my emotions get the best of me again” Bucky did this quite often, he’d pull her, yank her, slap her, spank her, shove her on the bed and give her rough sex when he would get to angry. He never hit her hard enough to leave any marks or bruises though.

Y/n and Bucky met when she was 18 and he was 21. She was the farmer’s daughter young innocent and beautiful. They met at one of Bucky’s gangs parties, Wanda y/n’s best friend had made her come. It was her first ever party and when she walked in, wearing her little white sundress and sneakers and big doe eyes Bucky almost fell to his knees.

The small town didn’t see much of her because her dad and mother were protective of her. Bucky could see why because she was a play boy model with curves for days and a virgin. He flirted with her and smooth talked her all night.

After that they fell in love and they got married after being together for only six months. they moved into together in Bucky’s trailer. Him promising that they’d move away to the city and have money but then she got pregnant with little James and suddenly their savings for moving were used for a baby.

he was all she ever knew in the big world except her parents.

“Love you y/n Barnes, I mean that. I will die if I don’t have you or my son in my life” he said into her hair.

“I love you James, I just want out of here” she said

“I know, we’ll get there one day” he said in return “come on let’s go put the little slobber monster in his crib”

She giggles through her tears at what her husband said about her son because it was true he slobbered everywhere. They laid him down, watching for moment as he slept. He was perfect.

“Let’s go sexy mama, I wanna see my pussy” he whispered in his girls ear and slapped her bum. She giggled again now the sadness and hurt fading away because she knew Bucky would never hurt her on purpose he had problems and he didn’t mean to get rough it was an accident, that’s what he said all the other times. He would beg for forgiveness and little y/n’s heart couldn’t take it, she loved him and she couldn’t stand to see him hurt. So she took him back every time because to her it was normal. They both walked into their room

“Go get that lingerie I got you” he told her as he sat at the end of the bed naked. Cock in hand stroking in slow movements.

Y/n came out of their bathroom in a pink set of lace panties and bra, that were crotch less. Her soft pink bare pussy lips wet, her heavy tits looked so soft like pillows. Her nipples hard.

“Get your sweet ass over here” Bucky said his eyes filled with lust and love. She walked over to him standing between his legs.

He pulled her down on top of him, y/n now straddling him. He lined his hard 10 inch thick shaft with an angry pink tip leaking pre cum up to her tight hole. Pushing in, both moaned.

“God damn I don’t know how you’re so tight after taking me so many times and havin my baby” he said through a clenched mouth trying not be too rough with her.

“I love you James” she moaned when he stated to bounce her up and down in his cock.

“Love you too baby doll” Bucky flipped her over on her back, him now on top of her. His thrusts hard, he pulled down her bra sucking on her hard nipples.

“JAMMMMMESSS!” She moan loudly

“Shhhh honey, we can’t wake up the baby now” he said while he gave her a particular hard thrust as a warning.

“You’re such a good mommy baby girl. Feeding my boy with these tits and you’d save the the rest for me remember? I miss that” Bucky lifted her right leg up higher up to get deeper in her pussy. Y/n was so close to cumming tears were leaking from her eyes

“I’m gonna cum daddy!” She said breathy

“I’m close too, come on mama come with me” Bucky gave four more hard thrusts before they both were cumming

“Fuck yeah! I’m gonna get you pregnant again mommy. I’m gonna drink your milk and your gonna look so good pregnant with my babies again.” Bucky said well cumming making y/n moan at his words

“I want your babies Jamie! All your babies!” She cried out before at kissing him.

Bucky rolled over, both of them on their sides now. His cock still in her pussy, the two snuggled together.

“Love ya sexy mommy, you aint ever fuckin leavin me ya hear”

“I know daddy, I can’t live without you either. I love you too” she kissed his shoulder and then drifted off to sleep

[shelbgrey]

My MasterList of Stories

Master List part 2

~request are CLOSED

Codes:

Smut=❤️‍🔥 Fluff=💕 Angst=💔 Funny=💖 Horror=🫀

🔬Bones💀

Dr. Lance Sweets:

Smut Alphabet❤️‍🔥

Caught in the act ❤️‍🔥

Dating Lance Sweets HC💕❤️‍🔥

Adventures in babysitting💕

You belong with me💕

Lance Sweets as a Dad headcanons💕

Dream Warriors💔🫀

Bones Halloween Special🫀💖

Code baby Part 1 💕

Let me take your pain away💕💔

Dr. Jack Hodgins:

Can't buy me love💔💕

Jack Hodgins Having a little sister💕

What's it gonna take to get you out of his lab?❤️‍🔥

Agent Seeley Booth:

Dating Seeley Booth Headcanons💕❤️‍🔥

Being Seeley Booth's Best friend HCs💕

Friends to Lovers Headcanons💕

The day we met💕

In the name of love💕

Agent James Aubrey:

Falling in love with James Aubrey after losing Lance 💔💕

Falling in love with James Aubrey after losing Lance Sweets part 2💕❤️‍🔥

Smut Alphabet❤️‍🔥

Unspoken desire❤️‍🔥

Dr. Wendell Bray:

Witchy Squintern HCs💕

Dr. Camille Saroyan:

who broke the coffee pot?💖

The Squinterns:

Adventures in babysitting💕

Being Hodgins sister and being a goth Squintern💕

Dr. Zack Addy:

I've got your back💕

Who's got him smiling like that?💕

❤️‍🩹Grey's Anatomy🩺

Dr. Derek Shephard:

Halloween special💖🫀

Injured💔

The Ballad of Jayne💔

Stuck in the middle💔💕

Stitches💕

This is Why I Don't Go To The Gym💕

Baby on the brain💕

Dating Derek after he broke up with Meredith💕

Love at first sight💕

Dr. Mark Sloan:

November Rain💔

Faithfully💔💕

We are family💕

Christmas Special💖

Dr. Owen Hunt:

Trauma 101💖

Dr. Jackson Avery:

Love Story💔💕

Dr. Alex Karev:

Heaven💔

Dr. Miranda Bailey:

Your my favorite💕

Dr. Nick Marsh:

Secrets out💕

🗡️Once upon a time🍎

August W. Booth:

Hidden secrets❤️‍🔥💕💔

Killian Jones:

Smut fic with Killan Jones❤️‍🔥

Prince James:

Hysteria💔💕

🩸Twilight🌲

Cullen family:

Fire safty💖

Going to the zoo💖

Cats in the cradle💕

Being Carlisle and Esme's daughter and having the Volturi wrap around your finger. 💖💕

Cullens:

Emmett McCarthy Cullen:

Next to me series💖💔💕❤️‍🔥

Forever now💕

Being Emmett and Rose's daughter HCs💕

Carlisle Cullen:

Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter HC💕

Carlisle as your husband HCs💕

Jasper Whitlock Hale:

Jasper dating Bella's sister HCs💕

Edward Anthony Mason Cullen:

Dating Edward Cullen HCs💕

Crushing on Edward Cullen HCs💕

Rosalie Lillian Hale:

Being Emmett and Rose's daughter HCs💕

Denalis:

Eleazar Denali:

Glory of love series ❤️‍🔥💕💔💖

Dating Eleazar HCs❤️‍🔥💕

Garrett:

Voice of an Angel💔💕

Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter and dating Garrett HCs💕

Wolf pack:

Seth Clearwater:

Perfect 💕

Volturi:

The Volturi:

Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter and having the Volturi wrap around your finger💕

🧫Ghostbusters👻

Peter Venkman:

When unspoken rules are broken💔💕

Dr. Egon Spengler:

Hold on, I love you💔

Two Nerds falling in love headcanons💕

Ray stantz:

Dr. Jelousey❤️‍🔥

Something strange💕💔

🦁🐍Harry Potter🐦‍⬛🦡

Draco Malfoy:

Say Something💔

Dance the night away💕

Just keeping an eye out💕

The truth doesn't always hurt💔💕

George Weasley:

Welocm to Gryffindor💔💕

You belong with me - part 1💔💕

Fred Weasley:

Being a Potter twin and falling for Fred💕

Neville Longbottom:

Your Breaking My Heart💔

Weasley family:

Being adopted by the Weasleys💕

⚔️Supernatural🌘

Gabriel "the Trickster":

Gardian Angel💕

Hyper girl💕

The Winchester and the Trickster💕

Love of a lifetime💔

Dean winchester:

Dating Dean Winchester Headcanons💕❤️‍🔥

Castiel:

Being in a love triangle with Dean and Cas💕💔

🎶Elvis Presley🎸

Austin!Elvis Presley:

Love me tender💔💕

💥Marvel🦸

Scott "Cyclops" Summers:

Dating Scott Summers💕❤️‍🔥

A not so White Wedding💕

Clint "Hawkeye" Barton:

Secrets out💖

Whatever it takes💔💕

Tony "Iron man" Stark:

All of me💔💕

Bucky "winter soldier" Barnes:

Treat you better💔💕

Howard Stark:

Time In A Bottle💕

Dr. Stephen Strange:

I won't say I'm in love💔💕

Avengers:

Ohana means family💕

Six avengers and a baby💔💕

[gingiesworld]

Meet Me In The Meadow

Pairings : Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader/Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers

Warnings: Infidelity. Smut. Amab! Reader. No happy ending.

Word Count: 4.6k

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic @belatrixdragon

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda Maximoff, the only living daughter of Oleg and Iryna Maximoff, well respected entrepreneurs in Westview. However, they needed a means to stabilize their business, so they decided to marry off their 18 year old daughter to the son of Mr James Rogers, Steve. She was to move into the Rogers' estate at the announcement of the engagement. Of course, Steve was immediately taken by her beauty, Wanda remained unhappy with the situation. Soon, transforming into the role of the housewife, making sure that meals were prepared and ready on time for the men returning from a hard day at the office. She had still yet to meet her now husband's sibling.

"Y/N will be home soon." Mrs Rogers beamed as she prepared the house, making sure their room was clean and dust free upon awaiting their arrival.

"Y/N?" Wanda questioned.

"They are my mother's pride and joy." Steve scoffed as he cleaned his hunting rifle, Wanda suddenly became uneasy with his posture. "I followed father into the business while they followed our grandfather, mother's father into the confederate."

"So they are a soldier?" Wanda questioned as Steve grunted a yes. "That's amazing isn't it?"

"No!" He yelled as he looked up at her, disgust on her face. "They only did that to appease their mother's family and her roots. Their actions were completely selfish."

Wanda just nodded and left it at that, opting to help her mother in law with the household chores. What had made Steve more angry was to not be able to father a child. The couple's failed attempts at fertility played a role in his daily disappointments. Leading him to visit the local doctor, afraid of the outcome. He was told that he was either infertile or his wife was barren. Of course a woman's inability to reproduce was always frowned upon, but the inability for a man, a well respected man to reproduce was downright an embarrassment to the family name.

"When do you think we will be graced with small feet running around here?" Mrs Rogers asked as Wanda helped knead the dough.

"I don't know." Wanda sighed, although she was afraid of the inevitable, she was also relieved of the lack of pregnancy.

"Well, keep trying dear." She smiled. "It isn't likely that Y/N will pass down the gene to any children as they are in battle most of the time." Wanda only nodded as she put the dough in the oven to bake as she cleaned up her workspace before working on the stew, using the last of the game meat as Steve and Mr Rogers were going on a hunting trip.

As the hours passed, a sound of a carriage being pulled by horses filled the house. Mrs Rogers was excited to see her child after so many months apart.

"My darling child." She beamed as she practically ran down the stairs, cupping their face as she wore a smile on her face. "I missed you." They kissed her forehead before pulling her in for a hug.

"I got your letters." They informed her. "The news of home kept me from going insane." Their eyes moved to the brunette stood beside her husband. "You must be Wanda." They held their hand out for her to shake, which she did.

"Hello." She spoke shyly as they gave her a tender smile.

"I hope my brother treats you well." They spoke endearingly, earning a scoff from the man in question.

"My marriage does not regard you." He snarled before he disappeared inside as Y/N received a quick hug from their father. He cupped their face to get a better look at them.

"That is a new one." He gestured to the 2 inch long scar on their cheek.

"Another one to my collection." They spoke with pride as Mr Rogers patted their cheek, a proud smile on his face before he retreated inside. "I must bathe before we sit for dinner, mother." Y/N spoke up as she glanced at Wanda.

"Wanda will fill the tub dear." Wanda nodded and retreated to the bathroom, heating up water on the fire before filling the metal tub.

"Thank you." Y/N smiled as they entered the room. Wanda nodded shyly as she finished filling the tub.

"You're welcome." She whispered as she retrieved the fresh towels from the shelf and placed them on the stool. "Do you need my help to wash your back?" She asked as they smiled at her.

"You don't have to." They told her, grabbing the bar of soap and washing their arms. "I understand how being here must be uncomfortable, especially with being forced to marry someone whom you have no real feelings for."

"What makes you think I don't have feelings for Steve?" Wanda asked them as she tilted her head.

"I know very well that it was an arrangement between our fathers." They spoke with certainty as Wanda moved to sit on the stool. "I know they both prefer to put their business first, children second. That is why I joined the Confederacy."

"So you didn't want anything to do with the family business." Wanda noted as Y/N nodded.

"I hated the idea of my life being set out for me, so as soon as I turned 18, I signed my name." They told her. "I was sent on my first battle around the time of the engagement." They leaned forward slightly, giving Wanda a shy smile. "May I have your help?"

"Of course." Wanda never hesitated to help them, washing their back tenderly, taking in the scars that litter their body. "So you and I are the same age?" She questioned as they nodded.

"I am also surprised that you and my brother haven't birthed any children." They pointed out. "It usually occurs within the first year of marriage."

"Well, we aren't for a lack of trying." Wanda stated. "I guess that it is just not meant to be."

"I don't think that is the case." Y/N pointed out. "I think one of you may be unable to inherit an heir."

"You speak like you know." She chuckled as she massaged their shoulders subconsciously.

"I have been around many medical professionals and even some of the men I have come to call my family have had similar troubles." They told her.

"If I'm barren then." She whispered as her hands stopped moving, but remained on their shoulders. "I can't be shunned." She had tears in her eyes.

"You won't be." They told her, rising to their feet and stepping out of the now cold bath. "I'm sure it may happen soon." They turned to her as they picked up the towel from her lap. "Just relax. Maybe take a small getaway with Steve."

"I can't." She whispered as she looked up into their tender gaze. "I just." With that, she left the room as Y/N watched the door close, wondering if they may have overstepped.

The passing days, Wanda had avoided Y/N, although she would steal glances as they helped their mother around the house, doing the manly chores that both Steve and Mr Rogers would neglect. As Wanda was out feeding the chickens, Y/N had approached with the tools, heading over to fix the chicken coop.

"May I apologise Wanda." They spoke tenderly as they stood beside her.

"You haven't anything to apologise for." She told them as she looked up into their eyes. "I just had a lot to think about."

"Well, I still apologise." They spoke sincerely before moving to repair the coop.

"Why doesn't your father or Steve do any of the repairs around here?" Wanda questioned as she followed them.

"I guess having their business in town running smoothly is more important than a stable home." They informed her as they started to remove the old rotted planks of wood. "But, grandfather taught me all I know how to maintain a home." Wanda remained by their side and helped them as they spoke. "He was a respectable man. More respectable than father, although father is indeed a hypocrite."

"Why is that?" She questioned as they hammered the new plank on the coop.

"My mother's family was a military family. My Grandfather had no real business talents, so marrying my mother had no real benefits to the business." They told her. "My father fell in love with my mother, he went against everything his father taught him and married her."

"But he decided to change that with Steve." Wanda spoke bitterly.

"Exactly." Y/N nodded. "Steve was in love with the Carter girl. Margaret I think her name was."

"I think he still might be." Wanda admitted. "Neither of us have spoken those three words to each other." She admitted sadly. "That's because neither of us feel that way. I don't love your brother, I don't love this life." Y/N was quick to wipe away her tears, caressing her cheek softly as they looked into her eyes.

"Isn't there a way for you to escape this life?" They whispered as Wanda shook her head.

"Only death." She whispered as she sighed, relishing in the warm touch of their hands. "But I don't want to die."

"You won't die." They told her firmly. "Come to me, whenever you feel like you need someone to talk to. I will be here for you Wanda. Anyway, you need me."

That was the moment Wanda thought more about her feelings, how she never felt any true emotion for Steve, how she hated her life and it was only really her mother in law and now Y/N who made her feel at home.

"We have a party, a business party and I need you and Wanda to accompany your mother and I." Mr Rogers informed Steve as they sat in the drawing room while having a nightcap.

"Of course father." Steve smiled as he sipped on his whiskey, the two talking about the party that was coming up. "Is Y/N invited?" He questioned as his father shook his head no.

"They never wanted anything to do with the business." He spoke hastily. "They wanted to follow your mother's father into the confederacy. A disappointment to the family name really." Wanda's heart broke at hearing those words. Y/N was the kindest soul she had ever met, considering the horrors they have experienced on the battlefield.

The evening of the party arrived, Wanda walked down the stairs from her shared quarters with her husband. He just hummed before heading out to the awaiting carriage, sighing in disappointment until her eyes met Y/N's tender gaze.

"You look stunning Wanda." They told her softly, a blush soon coated her cheeks as her stomach filled with dancing butterflies.

"Thank you." She whispered before she headed out to the carriage. Joining her husband and his parents in the carriage. She could sense a bitter atmosphere between Mr and Mrs Rogers, especially as Mr Rogers and Steve spoke enthusiastically about the guests of tonight's party.

"Your parents will be joining us in tonight's festivities." Mr Rogers informed her, she only smiled with a nod of acknowledgement before she looked outside of the window, watching as the new brick buildings lined up on the road.

"I miss them." She whispered as the carriage came to a halt.

"Maybe we can invite them over when we have some news." Steve suggested as Wanda just nodded her head, an unsure smile gracing her lips as she took Steve's hand as she stepped out of the carriage, looking up at the building she has only been a handful of times, the first was upon meeting her husband.

She followed her husband and his parents inside, seeing as the party was already in full swing. Many men and women enjoyed the spread that was placed on the tables with fine wine and whiskey.

"Wanda darling." Wanda heard her mother's voice before she turned around to face her. Her arms opened as she welcomed her daughter into a loving embrace.

"I've missed you mama." Wanda whispered as Iryna cupped her daughter's cheeks.

"I've missed you too dear." Iryna told her honestly, placing a tender kiss to her forehead before she greeted her son in law and his parents. "Don't they have a second child?" Iryna asked as she remained beside her daughter.

"They do." Wanda confirmed. "But they are different mama, they are kind, caring and selfless. The complete opposite to Mr Rogers and Steve."

"How are things going with him?" She asked in a hushed tone, ushering Wanda out onto the empty porch.

"Fine." She answered curtly. "We don't click mama."

"I know dear." Iryna gave her an apologetic look. "If it were up to me, I would have had you marry the person who you loved wholeheartedly, and not this arrangement your father had wanted."

The party went on with Wanda remaining near her mother as Steve remained with Mr Rogers, talking with investors and business partners, while Y/N remained home alone, taking the opportunity to fix the barn in the moonlight.

They had always enjoyed the simplicity of the little things. The crickets singing into the quiet night. The moon and stars illuminating the horizon in a soft and gentle light. The silence though seemed almost deafening. Their ears soon picked up the sound of the carriage pulling in, the neighing of the horses and the sound of hooves filled the silent air.

"Y/N is in the barn." Mrs Rogers observed as she heard the sound of the hammer. "Wanda dear, may you go and check on them?"

"She doesn't need to, mother." Steve tried as she just gave him a stern glare.

"I don't care for your evening trists, Steve. I want to know if my child is ok." She told him firmly. "You can help me with warming the house." He looked to his father who only remained silent. Mr Rogers knew better than to go against his wife, so Steve was left alone. Of course Wanda had to fight the smile growing as she felt such relief. She was the first out of the carriage, heading straight to the barn as Steve watched her.

"I don't like their relationship father." He stated with anger in his tone.

"It is nothing son. She is your wife and she will give birth to your children." Mr Rogers assured him.

"I don't think so, father." Steve spoke sadly. "We have tried, every night we have tried and nothing. Maybe one of us is unable to bear a child."

"Well, you know what the outcome of that is, my son." He told him firmly. "You need to father a child, preferably with your wife or you will be shunned from society." Steve just nodded before helping his mother light the fires, a warm amber soon lit up the rooms as he continued his mother's request.

"Y/N, your mother asked me to check on you." Wanda spoke as she spotted Y/N up on a ladder.

"Wanda!" They smiled as they sooned climbed down. "It seems I may have gotten carried away with the time."

"That's quite alright." She smiled at them, her eyes soon catching their sweaty form. "Your mother was just concerned."

"How was the party?" They asked her as she sighed.

"It was ok." She told them. "It was nice seeing my family again but being called Steve Rogers' little wife is just."

"Not what you want." They observed as the two sat on a hay bail.

"No." She whispered. "I always dreamed I would find my better half one day, fall in love and start a family." Y/N listened as she spoke, never daring to interrupt her spoken thoughts. "What about you?" She asked them as they gazed into her eyes, love and adoration was all she saw.

"I'm afraid that my happiness and future is short lived." They told her honestly. "I have fallen for someone."

"Who?" She asked them.

"It doesn't matter anyway." They told her. "She is married."

"She must be amazing." Wanda spoke as Y/N nodded.

"You are." They whispered, eyes widening as Wanda's cheeks coated red. "I'm sorry. That was out of line." Wanda watched as they stood up, soon following them and turning them to face her.

"Kiss me." She whispered as she cupped their cheek, Y/N searched for any signs of doubt but found none, leaning in and lips meeting in a tender kiss. Wanda sighed as the feeling, her entire being electrified at this simple act. As the kiss deepened, their hearts beat together in unison. That was the moment Wanda realised what it felt like to be in love. To truly be in love but unable to be with that person.

Since that first kiss, the two would have stolen moments together, she had also opted to help Y/N with repairs around the estate as Steve and Mr Rogers were in the village, tending to work and important meetings.

"I am just heading out into town." Mrs Rogers informed the two of them.

"Ok mother, be safe." Y/N spoke with a smile before kissing her head. "I am going to show Wanda more of the land, where Steve and I used to roam."

"Ok dear." She smiled between the two before bidding a final farewell. Once the two were alone, Wanda was quick to kiss them passionately, her arms around their neck as their tongues danced together.

"We need to be more careful." Y/N told her, their tender eyes meeting hers.

"I want you Y/N." She whispered as they soon led her outside. Walking along the dirt road until they came up on the meadow surrounding a lake.

"But you are married to my brother." They whispered as Wanda pulled them towards her. "And I hate that he has you first."

"You have my heart." Wanda confessed as she pulled away from them, her hands started to remove her dress as they watched her movements. "Since our first kiss, Steve and I haven't been intimate, because I don't want him."

"But this is forbidden." They whispered as they watched the fabric fall away from her, her milky skin glowing beautifully in the sunlight. "And I." They stepped closer as she removed her undergarments, standing before them, completely nude. "You're taking my breath away."

"Make love to me." She whispered. "Here, in the wildflowers." They never spoke another word, fulfilling her request by kissing her hard, their hands gripping her ass as she moaned at their hardened member. Soon helping them remove their own clothes, the two soon lay down in the wildflowers.

"You are absolutely breathtaking." They whispered as they hovered above her, taking in her natural beauty as their hand softly grazed her skin, goosebumps rising at the touch. Wanda caressed their face before they leaned down and captured her lips once more, a kiss so tender and passionate, their feelings were being poured into each movement. Each touch ignited something within, even as they reached between her thighs, causing a gasp to leave her lips at the sensations.

Y/N's fingers thrust deep inside her as she held onto their shoulders, keeping their body close and touching hers.

Once she had come, she was quick to kiss them sloppily, their hips pressed together as they kissed. The friction between the two, sweat building up as they thrust their hardened member deep inside, their head in the crook of her neck as they continued their movements. Her legs wrapped around them as her hands scratched down their back, soon feeling them cum within her aching core as she soon followed. Once they had both calmed down, Y/N brushed her hair from her face, taking in her flushed state.

"That was how it was always supposed to be." She whispered as they nodded.

"An act so intimate should only feel as amazing as the first time with someone you love deeply." They spoke as she smiled, whimpering once they pulled out. "We should clean up." They whispered as she nodded, watching as they grabbed their clothes, helping Wanda into hers before getting dressed themselves. That was the start of their intimate moments, finding themselves alone as much as they could, to relish in sins of the flesh.

"Run away with me." They whispered as they lay naked in the meadow, Wanda's head on their chest as their fingers danced over her skin.

"What?" She questioned.

"Let's run away together." They told her. "You and I, get away from this place, away from Steve."

"We can't do that." She scrambled to her feet. "I am married to your brother!"

"We are in love, Wanda." They told her confidently, watching as she put her own clothes on. "You don't love Steve."

"He is my husband. Your brother." She told them firmly.

"I know but." They tried as she shook her head no.

"We can't." She whispered as tears fell down her cheeks, her lips pursed to hold in the sobs that were begging to escape. "We can't." With that she walked away, heading back towards the Rogers estate, back to her husband.

As the days past, Y/N tried to have even a small conversation with Wanda, but she always left the room. So they decided to write a note for her, leaving it in her favorite book on her bedside before they packed enough clothes for the two of them.

But what they never expected was Steve to find the note, searching for his own poetry book, he came across the note.

Meet me in the meadow my love. Tonight at sundown, we can be free. And wild like the wildflowers.

I love you with all of my heart and soul Wanda.

Y/N Rogers.

Anger coursing through his veins as he reread the note, over and over again. It wasn't that he was upset by the possible infidelity, although it answered many questions. He felt more betrayed, especially by someone who he used to hold so dear growing up.

"Mother is requesting us for dinner." Wanda informed him as he looked up at her, glaring at the woman he called his wife. "What is that?" He never spoke a word but pushed it into her chest before walking away, grabbing his hunting rifle from beside the door before leaving the house.

Y/N sat in the grass as they looked over the lake, a smile on their face as they felt the evening air surrounding them and filling their lungs.

"I can't believe you." Steve uttered as he stood behind them. "You and my wife!"

"I can explain." They scrambled to their feet, hands in the air as the rifle was aimed at their chest. "I love her." They spoke sincerely. "I can't apologise for it nor can I change it."

"She's mine!" He yelled as he looked at them, tears stinging his eyes as he took a deep breath. "We were so close. What happened to us." He whispered as Y/N shook their head, unsure of how to answer. "We used to play here when we were little. Swim in the lake. We were best friends. It was you and me!"

"Steve." Y/N tried as they stepped closer. "You and I grew up, went our separate ways. You hated me before you found the note about Wanda and I." Steve shook his head as Y/N spoke. "We are two different people, we have both joined different paths. You followed father into his business. The family business which I am not a part of because I chose to go down a different path. That's what happened to you and I, we just aren't those same careless children anymore."

"I loved you." Steve snarled. "I was so fucking proud to call you my sibling, but this." He shook his head as Wanda raced against time to get to the meadow. "I fucking hate you. I have never hated anyone as much as I do you."

"I know." They nodded with a sad smile. "And I know you want to kill me, otherwise you would have just punched me and been done with this."

"I do." He admitted. "I want to kill you. Kill her too, but I can't kill her, especially since she is carrying your child."

"What?" Y/N whispered as he nodded with tears streaming down his face.

"Yes, it seems that I am the infertile one out of the two of us. I am the reason we weren't getting pregnant." He told them. "And I figured that out because we haven't been intimate in months. She keeps giving me excuses and now I know why."

"I." Y/N tried as they started to realise the effects of the whole situation. "You never loved her." They pointed out which just made Steve angrier.

"I don't care! She was my wife!! Mine!! And you betrayed me!!! Your own brother!!!" He yelled as Wanda soon caught sight of the two of them, trying to run faster as she noticed the rifle in Steve's hand. Before she even got close, she heard the gunshot, soon watching as Y/N fell to the ground, clutching their chest.

"NO!!!" She yelled as Steve turned around, reloading the rifle before aiming it at himself.

"I'm sorry Wanda." He whispered as he pulled the trigger, laying lifeless just inches away from a dying Y/N.

"My love." Wanda got onto her knees, trying to help them stop the bleeding. "Please stay with me."

"Meet me in the meadow." They whispered as she nodded, tears streaming down her face.

"I'll meet you in the meadow, at sundown." She whispered as they smiled up at her.

"Please look after our child." They croaked as they started to choke on their own blood. "Please make sure they live the life we wanted for them, a life of their own choosing."

"I will." She nodded as Y/N smiled up at her.

"I love you." They whispered as she kissed their lips one last time.

"I love you more." She sobbed as they took their last breath.

"No." She heard Mr and Mrs Rogers from behind her. Mr Rogers instantly went to his son as Mrs Rogers gripped Y/N's shirt, crying for her children.

As the family mourned, Wanda moved back home to be with her mother. Although everything seemed bleak, she had her baby to think of, her's and Y/N's child. She was free to raise it as the two had intended, letting them choose their own destiny, find the love that Wanda found in Y/N freely.

She would visit the meadow frequently, speaking with Y/N as she felt at peace within the wildflowers. Always telling their child stories of the fleeting moments she shared with Y/N.

"Goodnight mama." Their child spoke as she tucked them in, placing a gentle kiss upon their forehead.

"Goodnight sweetheart." She whispered as she closed the door. Everyday their child grew, every day she saw Y/N more and more with their child. From their caring eyes to their mischievous smile.

Heading straight to the porch, looking up at the starry night sky, her thoughts filled with the thoughts of the love she shared with Y/N. Although it was brief, it was unbreakable, flowing through the wildflowers freely.

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

OMG😵‍💫 LITERALLY TRYING TO KILL ME… could u do a 5, 16, and 29 for your kinktober masterlist with sirius and remus… im actually going insane rn but anyways hope ur doing well and remember to take a break🪩 thank youuuu beautiful writer

5: first time   16: threesome   29: anal

my. god. seems like you want to kill me! this is one i'd been thinking about trying for so long actually...

okay, so i started writing it, and was going to write a brief lead up, and ended up writing too much. so. i'm posting that here now as a kind of prologue since i'm itching to get something out there and people seem to prefer shorter bits. then i'll write the proper request tonight and link it here when i post later today or tomorrow

UPDATE: link to the actual smut fic

(thank you for requesting! so so love to hear from you🫶)

so to start:

pre- remus x sirius x reader

word count: 1.4k

Prologue

It was for the best, you’d all decided. 

“We’ll all still be friends no matter who you choose,” they’d both said when months of sexual tension and emotional turmoil had finally climaxed in a conversation. 

Sirius and Remus: your two best friends in the entire world. Jaime, too, but it was different. He’d been quite preoccupied lately since getting together with Lily, and he was the only one you saw in a brotherly way. Sirius and Remus, your two best friends in the entire world… well… your feelings for them were less sisterly. 

And, it so happened, they felt the same. Both of them. 

The attraction, the affection, it had all finally become too much, had begun to strain the friendship. And since protecting the friendship was the purported reason none of you were acting on your feelings, you’d finally had that colossally awkward conversation. 

Their proposal: you choose. That way at least two out of the three of you get what you want, and the other can start trying to get over it; all three of you promise to prioritize your friendship even if it takes some readjustment. 

Your response: you couldn’t. You loved them both too much to hurt either of them or, honestly, to even be able to make the choice. 

So, you’d all agreed, it was for the best if you continued as you were. At least now things were out in the open, relieving some angst, some awkwardness. 

Open conversation had done nothing to relieve your feelings, however, and not just the fluffy ones. Those, at least, you could still indulge with your best friends. You could laugh together and talk and go out and even snuggle up on cold nights. But your lust for your boys you could not indulge, and in the pit of your stomach — and a bit lower — it grew and grew. 

Some nights, it became just a bit too much, and you’d opt for a bit of… personal time. You’d touch yourself to the thought of them; one suddenly swapped for the other in your fantasies then back again and so on, not even your mind ever picking a preference.

You have plans with them later but are at their empty flat quite early. They have more space than you, so it’s not uncommon for you to hang out here without them. They’ve even given you a key. 

James is out with Lily, and Remus and Sirius are out on some errand, hunting for some part for Sirius’s motorbike or something. You hadn’t paid too much attention, to be honest, just knew they’d be home in — you check the clock — a couple of hours. 

Enjoying the peace, you read a while, snuggled up on their sofa, Remus’s big, fluffy blanket too inviting to ignore. You stretch out our legs and hear something fall onto the floor. Looking over, you see you’ve knocked over Sirius’s favourite leather jacket. Picking it up, feeling its familiar texture in your hands, in the privacy of your solitude, you bring it up close and inhale. It smells so distinctly of him, and Sirius’s scent has always intoxicated you. 

At the thought of his arms wrapped around you when he’s wearing this jacket, you get a bit warm. You shift Remus’s blanket partly off of yourself, but rather than cool you down, this gets you thinking about his arms around you the many times you’ve shared this blanket. The way his body feels up against yours. The way he’ll often pull your legs on his lap. The way Sirius will come complaining about him hogging the blanket — and you — and sit on the other side of you, resting his head on your shoulder. His long, raven locks tickling your neck. 

Before you realize you’ve really decided to do this, you’ve slithered your body prone; your hand has slipped into your trousers; your eyes have fluttered closed, and your mind is reeling at the thought of them, one on either side of you, doing more than snuggling.

I can be quick, you think. They’re not meant to be back for ages anyway, and I can’t very well hang out with them when I’m already all flustered.

A minute later, your trousers are partly off, and you’re properly touching yourself, completely absorbed in the textures, the smells, the fantasies of the jacket, the blanket, the boys they belong to, the boys whose bodies you want all over yours, the boys whose key you don’t hear because you’re so caught up.

As the door flies open, so do your eyes, and they meet each of theirs in turn, both sets wide and starting. You yank your pants up and pull yourself together, jumping off the sofa.

A mess, your voice is raspy when you say, “I thought you weren’t going to be home till later.” 

A beat. They’re both still staring at you, their mouths agape, their feet seemingly glued to the entrance.

Then Remus awkwardly clears his throat. 

“Um,” cough, “yeah. Bloke canceled. Didn’t have the part.”

“Were you just touching yourself?” pipes up Sirius before Remus is even through with his short explanation. 

“I…” You’re mortified. “I’m sorry! Fuck. I thought I had the place to myself for a while! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed.” You cover your burning face with your hands. “Ohmygod ohmygod. Please, is there any chance we can just forget this happened?” you plead. 

“Fat chance,” Sirius barks, and you glare at him. “Okay, okay,” he yields, hands up, “We can pretend.” He smirks.

“Pretend what, arsehole?” you say.

He opens his mouth to respond, but Remus cuts him off, saying “— that we didn’t see anything…” Even he is struggling to choke back a laugh as he pats Sirius on the shoulder and adds, “Right, mate?”

Sirius, sarcastic seriousness smeared across his features, just nods. 

“Oh my god,” you say again, seemingly having forgotten the rest of your vocabulary, shaking your head at the situation and plopping back down onto the sofa, face back in your hands. 

They come over, laughing now but comfortingly, and sit on either side of you. Sirius’s arm comes around you, and Remus’s hands take yours and pull them off your face. Surprising you, Sirius is the first to speak. 

“It’s fine, love,” he chuckles. “Honestly.” He rocks you back and forth a bit. 

“It’s not like either of us haven’t had a wank on this sofa.” 

“On the sofa??” Remus retorts. “Your room is right there for fuck’s sake.” 

“Alright, I stand corrected,” Sirius continues, completely unfazed, “It’s not like either of us haven’t had a wank in this flat.” He laughs again, and Remus scoffs, shaking his head, but can’t help but also chuckle. 

“Okay, okay,” you rush, not wanting to start thinking about them wanking, “Can we please talk about something else before I die of embarrassment?”

They agree and let up, and you turn on the telly, desperate for some distraction. The three of you start watching, and after a few tense minutes, you attempt some casual conversation, asking about their days and such. They answer, but the strange mood never quite seems to dissipate. There’s a charge in the air that mere time is no match for. 

You flip the channel and, to your horror, are met with a couple kissing passionately. You turn it off, much too quickly to be at all subtle. You shift slightly in your seat in between them. They’re both much tenser than usual, keeping more distance than usual but somehow pretending not to with an awkward graze here or there. Sirius is squirmy; Remus is too still. 

“How about some music?” you try, getting up and beelining for their record collection and putting something on. 

Realizing it will be even weirder to sit somewhere else, which you never do, you sit back down between them. 

Except for the music: silence. 

Until Sirius whispers, his voice gruff, “So who were you thinking about?”

Your head whips toward him, and you’re met with an expression you’ll never be able to erase from your mind. His stormy grey eyes are blown almost fully black and slightly hidden under heavy lids. His mouth is slightly open, but at seeing your face, his eyes scanning your features, he bites his lower lip. There’s lust in every feature, certainly, but there’s desperation too.

You turn toward Remus. He looks equally wrecked. 

His eyebrows furrow, and you’re unsure whether that’s meant in question to Sirius’s query. 

You look back and forth between the two men, the air around you heavy and electric. 

“Honestly?”

They both nod. 

“Both of you…” you confess.

continued in this smut fic

[agendabymooner]

shunt your lovers, kiss your enemies ! jenson b. x ofc (hunt!driver!ofc)

summary: julia james ‘jj’ hunt was the first woman to ever land herself a seat in the formula one grid back in 2000s and jenson button was the person to end that all thanks to his championship celebration and their roller coaster dynamic that started way before they teamed up in brawn gp. OR, thirteen years after her forced retirement jj hunt was blessed with their two children and a fortunate case of rivalry gone right.

content warning: use of explicit language, brief mentions of inappropriate behaviour (harassment) from fans, james hunt daughter!ofc, mentions pregnancy (dad!jenson), enemies/rivals-teammates to lovers, nico rosberg spilling teas, f1 grid banters, peak jenson era mentioned (i’m a slut for him i’m sorry), williams family x ofc (platonic)

note: enjoy the smau in full picture view ❤️

i have a hangover but uh enjoy xx smut masterlist coming soon

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

liked by georgerussell63, alex_albon, lewishamilton

williamsracing babe come back the kids miss you ���

alex_albon i second that 😭 liked by jjhunt

logansargeant was very happy to finally meet you 🥲 liked by jjhunt

user1 did jj just adopt the two williams drivers???

user2 she’s in her first race suit and she took her first car on a ride 😭 i love this sm

landonorris can we all collectively agree that if it wasn’t for jb we’d still have her racing— even in mercedes?? liked by jjhunt

georgerussell63 i’d gladly lose my seat just to have her race 🙏

charles_leclerc i’d give her mine to be honest

oscarpiastri she’d look better in mclaren than he did 🤥

danielricciardo i can’t help but agree— the fact that i’ve never raced with her still baffles me to this day 🙃🙃 liked by jjhunt

user3 lmfaoooo the whole grid’s just bullying jenson as of this point 😭😭😭

user4 he did that to himself 💅🤷‍♀️✨

jensonbutton aren’t i glad that half of these guys are uncles to our children 🙄🙄 liked by jjhunt

jjhunt you could’ve at least let me pull a nicorosberg and given me a child after i win but i guess not 🤷‍♀️

user4 LMAO POOR JENSON 💀

nicorosberg this is why we don’t kiss our enemies, jj 🙄 liked by jjhunt

jjhunt bold of you to assume we only did kissing 😳

nicorosberg didn’t really assume it when i got a firsthand traumatic experience with walking in on you two

user5 NICO STOP TALKING 😩😩

user6 i’m starting to think that the “insiders” the fast lane daily and the race n rumors were referring to was just nico all along 😭😭

user7 someone please tell nico to spill the tea— LIKE WDYM ITS NOT JUST JENSON’S CHAMPIONSHIP CELEBRATION?!

hunt-button kids:

jodie hunt button + julian hunt button

p.s. jenson and jj were called ‘the brawn j²’

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐒𝐢𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲

It was a game you loved to play: targeting their weaknesses to see how fast they’d fracture and snap — taking you down with them. This time, however, you got much more than you bargained for.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ➣ Bodyguard!CW!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ➣ 1.8k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ➣ Fluff ჻჻჻ SMUT: Dom!James, Sub!Bucky, Sub!Reader, fingering (M + F receiving), unprotected piv ჻჻჻ KINKS: Sergeant, praise, so much dirty talk

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ➣ Well, this got away from me. I blame them, wholeheartedly.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ➣ Cravin' by Stileto, Kendyle Paige

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ➣ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 1 — Lingerie — Masterlist

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The days blurred together — either you were lazing in the living room, draped across Bucky and James’ laps and watching cheesy rom coms (much to their annoyance), or you were tangled in someone’s arms while the other attacked every last sense you had with touch and filthy words. 

Today was no different, you decided. Especially since you had chosen to combine two deadly forces — Bucky’s red Henley, and James’ favourite set of lingerie. 

The thought of what they were going to do to you made an ache settle deep in your cunt — an impossible to ignore emptiness making itself known. 

Quiet chatter filled the otherwise silent hallway that led to the kitchen, your feet padding on the tiled floor until you came to a stop in the doorway, when the conversation halted. James was leaning against the counter, his chest covered by a black shirt and his arms crossed, holding a steaming cup of coffee. The heat in his gaze as he stared at you pinned you in place. 

The tension was broken by the sound of Bucky’s mug hitting the counter a bit too enthusiastically. You looked at him and smiled shyly. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of grey sweats that hung low on his hips. 

You cleared your throat, and slowly walked forward, stretching your arms out to Bucky for your morning hug. “G’mornin’,” you said as Bucky crushed you to his chest, swaying side to side gently. “Wha’s for breakfast?”

“Kisa, darling,” James started, his tone of forced calm. “Breakfast is you.”

“Oh-” You tried, but yelped when Bucky picked you up with a growl, forcing you to sit on the edge of the counter. “Wait!” 

Bucky grinned wickedly, crowding into your space and forcing your knees apart so they’d rest either side of his hips, making you whimper. The ploy had worked, the combination of their weaknesses had sent them feral. 

“You know what that does to us, sweetheart,” Bucky purred, his grip on your hips bruising with the force. “What d’you say, Jamie? What should we do with such a naughty girl?”

James appeared at Bucky’s shoulder, his chin resting in the juncture of his neck. There was a menacing glint in his bright eyes, and you gulped. “Fuck her, moy d'yavol. You know how she likes it. Make her scream.”

Two identical predatory grins beamed at you, and your breath became laboured, the band around your chest suddenly tightening in the wolves teeth. “I- Oh, god.”

Heat bloomed over your skin as Bucky pounced, attaching his lips to your pulse point with the lethal precision of a wolf hunting a lamb, and sucked feverishly. “Fuck,” you moaned, squirming in his grip. 

“Ah, ah, kisa,” James snapped from somewhere far away, you couldn’t tell, couldn’t breathe under Bucky’s pleasure. “You sit still for us, you want to be a good kitten for us, don’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah- Please,” you gasped. The sudden pressure of Bucky’s fingers on your thigh made you jolt in surprise. 

“If you destroy her panties, d’yavol,” James started, a low growl in his throat. The lace moved against your skin and you heaved for breath until the fabric sat snug in the apex of your thigh, leaving your cunt bare. 

“I fuckin’ won’t, punk,” Bucky said, a little too smugly. “Fuck you.”

James glared, and you moaned loudly, lost in the feel of Bucky’s fingers as the moved with practised ease over your clit and down- “Fuck, sweetheart, so wet for me already, huh?” You whined in response, growing desperate. “Shh, baby, I’ve gotchu,” he murmured, crowding closer. “Jus’ lemme in, sweetheart, lemme in your tight fuckin’ pussy like a good girl.”

“Bucky! J-James, oh fuck-” You sobbed, the sudden burn of Bucky pushing in and filling you to the hilt was too much, encapsulating you in a scorching heat as Bucky panted into your neck, James cooing right next to you. “Please!”

“Aw, darling, you’re okay,” James whispered, and you watched through hooded eyes as his hand reached for your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over the skin. “You’re taking Bucky so well, such a good girl.”

“Oh, fuck, is she ever,” Bucky groaned. His loose hair tickled your chest as he moved, mouthing and nipping at the skin over your collarbone. “So fuckin’ tight too, god–your cunt is just suckin’ me in, isn’t she?”

“Move, Bucky,” James teased, a brow raised. “Or do you need some incentive?”

“The fuck you mean incentive- Shit!”

It would have been comical, had you been coherent enough to take in the fact that James – the sneaky bastard, had run his hand down Bucky’s back and down his ass, and if going by the cut off whine and stuttered moan Bucky breathed into your neck, was where James’ incentive was coming from. 

“You sonofabitch, Jamie- Good god,” Bucky groaned, his hips grinding into yours and forcing his cock deeper. The action forced a hiccuped moan from your lips and you grabbed Bucky’s shoulders. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re s-so tight.”

James chuckled darkly and stepped closer, his tented sweats pressing tightly against your leg. “He’s not moving, is he, kisa?” Blearily, you looked at James, eyes widening as Bucky shifted and started to thrust shallowly. “I seem to remember telling him he had to make you scream, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” you whined, and James stared at the side of Bucky’s head with a smouldering glare, causing his pace to falter. 

“If you can’t fuck our girl like she deserves, Sergeant,” James growled, that same stare burning even hotter. “Step aside and let me make her scream.”

“Fuck,” Bucky grit out, his hips slamming forward. The force punched a moan from your lungs and you whimpered as he pulled back, only to slide back on the counter when he drove forward again. 

“That’s it, Sergeant,” James cooed, his bicep tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing – each tense causing a sharp thrust forward and a moan to fall from Bucky’s lips. “Good boy, keep going–you have your orders, now make her fucking scream.”

“Ah!” The grin brushing against your neck told you the bastard was loving this, and you could only moan with each pump of his cock, each bite and soothing lick on your neck making it so damn hard to breathe. “Bucky, please!” 

“You feel s’good, baby,” Bucky moaned, his breath heavy and hot in your ear. “Like you were jus’ made for me, weren’t you?”

“Us,” James corrected sharply, and Bucky keened, swearing loudly. “Get it right, Sergeant.”

“Stop doing that, you-” A loud gasp cut off Bucky’s retort and you shuddered – James had forced Bucky’s hips forward until he was grinding against that spot so perfectly. “‘M tryin’ to fuck her-”

“Not good enough,” James snapped, and his eyes met yours, something sinister flashing in them with what he saw. “Oh, kisa, is that the spot?” He cooed, his voice much softer. “Did Bucky find it, darling?”

“Need more, please, please don’t stop,” you begged, grabbing Bucky’s shoulders as he bit your neck, soothing it with a kiss. “I wanna cum on your cock, Bucky, please!”

Both Bucky and James moaned at that, and something snapped between them – a renewed energy that you weren’t sure you were ready for. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured, his breath hitching as he kissed you hungrily. You tried to follow his lead but you hiccuped at the sudden pressure of James’ fingers against your clit, circling faster and faster- “James! Fuck, she’s- Oh, god!”

“Just sit pretty for us, kisa, darling, be a good girl,” James rasped, a deadly smirk creeping onto his lips. “Let Bucky do the work. I’ll help him just this once.”

“Fucking- God, Bucky! James!” You cried, gasping for air. Bucky was moaning loudly in your ear, and every time James’ fingers curled to brush against his prostate he whimpered, forcing his hips to pound into yours with abandon. “I’m gonna-”

“You’re gonna cum on my cock, baby, I wan’ it,” Bucky growled. You could just hear James hum an agreement, speeding his fingers up on your clit so they blurred. “Cum for us, sweetheart, gimme it, c’mon-” Bucky keened, his voice becoming a high, desperate whine. “Need you to cum, soak my cock, baby girl, please- Fuck!”

Sounds dulled around you – all you could hear was the blood in your ears and someone screaming while your body pulled taut and writhed. It was a shock to realise you were the one screaming, taking each and every thrust Bucky gave you. “S’good, sweetheart, tha’s it–good girl, give it to me,” Bucky moaned. “She’s forcin’ me out, fuck, need to stay in your cunt, baby, lemme in.” 

Your high dragged on, drowning you as Bucky kept up the brutal pace. “B-Bucky, please,” you whimpered. 

“Kisa,” James cooed, soft and sweet. “Such a sight you are–isn’t she, Sergeant?”

A low whine built in Bucky’s throat as you twitched through aftershocks, while a cheshire grin split James’ lips. You could just make out the tensing of James bicep, and you smiled lazily as Bucky kept going. “God fuckin’ dammit, James, if you-”

“You made her scream like the good boy you are,” James interrupted, grinning at you as he spoke. “I think he’s earned that reward. Do you agree, darling?”

“Mm,” you breathed, opening your legs just a fraction and tilting your hips. “I want you to cum, gimme it, Bucky.”

“Oh, god!” Bucky choked, panting harshly. “‘M gonna cum, fuck, please–Sweetheart, James, please!”

“Use her, Sergeant,” James growled, sending shivers up your spine. “Cum for me, now, Bucky.” 

A loud shout echoed off the walls just as a warmth filled your cunt, triggering another wave of pleasure that stole your breath. 

On impulse, you grabbed Bucky’s face and held it to your neck, moaning as he bit down again, though it did nothing to quiet the loud moans of him cumming. 

“Easy, Buck,” you whispered, running a hand down his shoulder while he shuddered in your hold. James was still drawing his orgasm out with slow, deep flicks that dominoed into short thrusts into your heat. “Good boy, good boy, breathe.”

Bucky whined quietly and you glanced at James, who stopped and gently pulled his fingers free. “So fucking pretty, both of you,” he rumbled, pulling you into a deep kiss before pulling back and whispering against your lips, “So good for me.” Slowly, he stepped back and rested a hand on Bucky’s lower back.

“That was…” Bucky tried, moving to stand and kissing you on the forehead as he went. “Yeah, you’re in for it now, punk.” The loss of Bucky’s cock made you shiver, but the expression on Bucky’s face as he stared at James set the flames alight again.

“Me?” James raised a brow, a slight smirk on his lips – either apprehension, or arrogance, you couldn’t tell. 

“Yeah, you,” Bucky affirmed, pulling his pants back up and tying the elastic tight. “Run.”

Your laughter echoed in the kitchen as James took off down the hall like a bullet, Bucky on his heels. 

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