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Anytime - Buckyxfem!reader

You and Bucky had a solid friendship, full of benefits. But your schedules don’t always sync up, so you agree to a solution. 

warnings: somnophilia, dubcon, cnc, oral sex (fem receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, friends with benefits, pre-negotiated terms and consent - consent is mandatory!!

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Hi,this is actually technically not an idea since it's from your fic but would you want to write a continuation of Try Me? What happens when they're in the middle of an heated argument one day and suddenly nausea shots up through reader like a bolt? And she immediately makes a run for it and hunched over the toilet bowl letting it all out? And ofc later,they both found out she's pregnant. How will Bucky be with her? Especially as her baby bump gets bigger? Will he be gentler with her & made her cry less? And how will he deal with her pregnancy & mood swings. Also,I don't know if it's in character or out of character with reader from Try Me but what if shortly after their baby was born,let's say about 2 or 3 months,reader had a breakdown and begs Bucky to kill her because she feels trapped and doesn't want to be his prisoner anymore. If you don't want to write this,it's okay then. Thank you so much.

Ouu that’s fun to think about!

I feel like Bucky would be sooo proud of himself - like very smug about the whole thing. For once he got to follow through on something he wanted, not something that others forced on him (ironically). He would definitely be more gentle then before, especially in the early days when there’s more risk of loss. Like this man has done his research and know exactly what to expect from your body before you do and how to treat it in response.

But to go back to your actual prompt I could totally see reader just waking up feeling really sluggish and nauseous so she doesn’t train at all that day and when Bucky barges into her room to find out why she wasn’t where she was supposed to be, they argue until she’s cut off mid sentence and running towards the bathroom.

And of course this was Bucky’s eventual plan, but even he didn’t expect it to happen so soon after he had tampered with reader’s birth control. It had been a while since you two started sleeping together and he was getting ready to leave the avengers - not wanting to work for Fury anymore, so he figured no time like the present.

Reader would be genuinely surprised when Bucky came into the bathroom after her, first watching almost curiously, before moving her hair out of her face and gently rubbing readers back as she heaved. For the next couple of days as reader battled waves of morning sickness he shockingly kept his hands to himself except for to provide comfort or make sure reader ate and drank.

On the 3rd or 4th day I feel like reader would start to clue in to Bucky’s sort of suspicious behaviour, only to be confirmed when Bucky shows up with a paper bag containing several pregnancy tests of various brands. Bucky doesn’t bother to hide his arrogance as reader slams the bathroom door in his face to take the tests privately - even though she knows Bucky would break down that door before he let her keep the results from him. Unsurprisingly to Bucky every single one is positive, and a whole new form of nausea washes over you…

I honestly might continue this in a fic so this is all for now 😇

Thanks for asking!

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Anytime - Buckyxfem!reader

You and Bucky had a solid friendship, full of benefits. But your schedules don’t always sync up, so you agree to a solution. 

warnings: somnophilia, dubcon, cnc, oral sex (fem receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, friends with benefits, pre-negotiated terms and consent - consent is mandatory!!

This mission had been especially hard for Bucky, and he didn’t realize just how exhausted he was - mentally and physically, until they were an hour from home. Then he became nearly antsy. If Steve noticed he didn’t mention it, and Bucky counted down the minutes until he could get what he needed to help him calm down. You. 

You shrugged as you checked the time again. It was later then the guys were expected to be back, but that wasn’t uncommon. You knew that Tony had heard from them so you decided you’d just catch up with Bucky in the morning, and turned out the light to go to sleep. 

Bucky showered faster than he had ever before, eager to be with you and to release the stress of this day - of this life. He opened your door quietly, smiling softly to himself as you slept, a stuffed animal tucked between your arm and blanket. He eased the blanket off you gently, running his hand down your leg and appreciating the goosebumps that rose in his wake. He was pleased to see you had forgone underwear that night, and slept in only a large tshirt. He spread your legs carefully, lowering his face and kissing across your inner thighs, groaning as he recognized the scent of your arousal. Without another thought Bucky spread your pussy lips with his fingers and teased you with his tongue, before beginning to fuck you with it, his thumb on your clit. 

You let out a whine in your sleep, and Bucky felt you clench around his tongue, as well as around his head between your legs. You gasped in pleasure, the rhythm of his movements finally waking you and making you cry out his name in the darkness. You could smell his body wash, not to mention hear him moaning into your cunt as he lost himself in your pleasure. It was intoxicating. 

“Bucky!” you cried again as he switched his attention solely to your clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. When he started to shake his head back and forth lightly, you reached down instinctively and gripped his hair tight. Bucky loved when you let yourself be desperate for him, keeping him pressed against your pussy and starting to grind your hips in time with his tongue. 

You came on his face with a whimper, your legs shaking around him as he lapped gently at your pussy, determined to lick you clean and memorize the way you tasted. You started to play with Bucky’s hair then, feeling his grip on your thighs tighten when you started to shift as if you would pull him away. 

Without a word, Bucky crawled up your body, keeping your legs spread and sinking his cock into you without hesitation. You cried out, your body and mind still delirious from sleep and the sudden stimulation. Bucky groaned into your throat, setting a brutal pace and keeping you pressed tight against his body. 

Bucky felt your nails sink into his back and moan loudly and suddenly couldn’t get close enough to you. 

You whined as he grinded into your cunt, keeping you full of him before moving a hand to feel himself through your stomach. Your head fell back into your pillows and Bucky responded by thrusting lazily, the curve of his cock bumping against your gspot and making you entirely immobile in his grip. You were simply along for the ride. 

“Cum for me baby. Fuck - n-need to feel you fall apart.” he grunted, nipping at your collarbone. You whined and felt your eyes roll back as you reached your peak, toes curling and hands desperately searching for something to keep you grounded. Bucky moaned, deep and raw as you practically quivered around him. 

“Yes” he groaned, rutting into you until you felt thick ropes of cum fill you. You let out a breathy moan as the warmth of his seed spread through you, making you shiver in pleasure when you felt some of it leak past Bucky’s cock. 

You shifted when his weight on you started to become too much, and Bucky responded by rocking gently against you, fucking his cum deeper into your cunt. 

“Shit!” you whimpered, hearing your combined juices squelch as he continued to use your body. 

“Just one more baby. You can go back to sleep if you want.” he grunted in your ear, his body bent over yours so his forehead grazed the pillow beneath you. He was panting, his cock still sensitive from his own release, but aching and hard for you again, none the less. 

He hissed as you clenched around him, biting your lip and starting to move your hips against him. He was often sated by this point, and more than happy to hold you until he felt like talking about his problems. But the way his brow furrowed as he closed his eyes to lose himself in the feeling of you told you that he needed more tonight. You shook your head,

“Want you to fill me up again Daddy.” you encouraged, threading your fingers through his dark locks and pulling, hard. He moaned and reached between the two of you, his flesh fingers rubbing your clit, desperate to push you over the edge one more time. 

“Fuck! Bucky - yes!” you cried, feeling yourself gush around his cock and prompting him to moan your name in response. 

A few thrusts later and Bucky was filling you again. This time with his hips jerking clumsily into yours as you both road out the overstimulation. 

Bucky tried to shift carefully to avoid placing his weight on you, turning you onto your side and letting his face fall onto your shoulder, kissing your neck.

“Thank you.” He whispered into the dark room, nuzzling your throat lightly. You hummed in response,

“Anytime. Remember?” Bucky chuckled and nodded against you, making sure to pull the blanket over the two of you.

This time, when you fell asleep, Bucky was right beside you.

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Flood

Bucky Barnes x female reader x Steve Rogers; Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

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summary: Waking up between Steve and Bucky may finally make your desperate dreams come true.

warnings: smut; consensual; D/s undertones; power imbalance; orgasm denial finally leading to permission; degradation; slight objectification; creampie; aftercare is included;

This is a follow-up to Soaked.

You voted for those two ruining you this weekend, so here you go.

You rarely had trouble sleeping and being squeezed between two warm, solid bodies somehow deepened that state of bone-melting relaxation. Bucky and Steve worked better than a weighted blanket, even though neither of them laid on top of you. Their limbs were enough to make you feel anchored and protected. 

However, as blissful your sleep was, it was startled by your more active brain areas awaking.

And it was the supersoldiers’ fault, too.

Really, you couldn’t blame your mind from creating erotic images and rousing your unconscious body ready for what you desperately craved. 

You woke up just as your dream self was about to come (from having Bucky slap your clit, while Steve fucked your ass).

Darkness filled your vision as your eyes opened; it took a few long seconds for your eyes to adjust and notice contours. You hoped that your startled awakening didn’t stir anyone else from their sleep, but as your eyes met Bucky’s glinting gray-blue irises you realized it was too late to fake sleep. 

Your breath hitched as the lights very slowly filled the bedroom. Then Steve’s hand that’s been splayed on your hip traveled down your thigh. 

Bucky yanked the covers away, exposing your naked bodies. Steve gripped under your knee and forced your leg over his, spreading you open to their curious gaze. 

“So wet, starburst.” Steve’s voice was a velvety, soft caress, all the while his grip tightened when you instinctively tried to close your legs. “And we haven’t even touched you.”

“We were planning on it, you know,” Bucky reached out his hand and trailed a single digit along your collarbone and down over your breast. “On tormenting your sweet body while you slept. Getting you all nicely wet and needy.” 

“It seems your body already knows to prepare for us.” Steve hooks an ankle over your calf to keep your leg pinned as he moves his hand toward your pussy. “As a good little worshipper should.” 

When Steve’s fingers touched your slick folds, you couldn’t contain the gasp. Nor the way your hips rolled up, begging for more of the contact that has been denied to you for so long. 

They cooed at you in unison.

They moved coordinated, too.

Steve’s fingers spread your folds, tracing a line down and up, as Bucky flicked the pads of his fingers over your stiffening nipple. When Steve’s digit circled your clit, Bucky’s fingers moved to your other nipple, rubbing around it. 

They didn’t rush, but there was a steady increase of pressure and pace. They rolled you fully onto your back, with Steve still pinning your leg down. Bucky was pressed to your side, you felt the twitch of his dick against your thigh. 

Usually, you needed time with the foreplay, but somehow Bucky and Steve turned you into a writhing, pleading mess quickly. Perhaps it was the double teaming that overwhelmed your senses; or maybe the denial which kept you on the brink for so long. All it took was for Steve to draw a few eights across your clit and Bucky’s mouth to close around your nipple, and you were fisting the sheets and moaning. 

“Oh!” A high pitched keen bubbled on your lips as Steve slid a single finger inside you. 

“For someone so eager to take two supersoldiers, you’re very snug, starburst.” Steve angled his body, so that he could look down at your face as he pushed his finger in and out of your pussy. 

“I think it turns her on,” Bucky’s chuckle tickled your nipple, “that her tight holes will stretch around our cocks.” 

“She’s so tight, it’s going to feel like heaven.” Again, they talked to each other, speaking of you as if you were only a toy for them to use. To take whatever they gave you. 

Steve inserted a second finger and you nearly bowed in half from how good it felt. Your walls contracted and your breath turned ragged. 

You were so damn close. 

“Not yet,” Steve withdrew his fingers and you felt like bursting into tears.

Instead, you whined and kicked your free leg (since the other was trapped under Steve’s weight, as if he somehow predicted you’d be prone to kick him). 

Bucky grinned, sharing a knowing look with Steve above you. They both moved and for a split of a second you were terrified that they would just leave you all dripping and desperate. Again. But Bucky merely scooted back, while Steve knelt between your splayed legs. 

“Behave,” he admonished, tapping your puffy folds and the clit peeking from between them. 

“You’ll get to cum, no worries.” He dipped his fingers into your pussy, pumping them slowly a few times and then withdrawing. 

You watched, breath almost withheld, as he smeared your sticky juices along his hardened cock. That glorious, big cock, the sight of which had your walls clenching. 

“But you’ll be coming around me.”

Then he was pushing into you, angling his body forward, but not lying on top of you. His eyes held your gaze captive as he pushed the tip past the barrier of your hole. Your whole body tensed, heat filled you in a tsunami-intense wave, your toes curled. 

So much delicious torment. So much denial. And finally you were granted something you’ve been craving. That moment you realized it wasn’t even the orgasm that you wanted so much, but the ultimate intimate connection. 

Though your body definitely longed after that orgasm.

The men have strained you to that edge enough times that your body was primed to snatch it, before it disappears. Steve didn’t even fully sink in when the coil snapped.

Your own eyes widened in surprise as you cried out. Your cunt clenched tight, your muscles tensed. 

“Fuck, feels so good,” Steve goraned, his eyes not once leaving your face. 

“Looks fucking good, too.” Bucky moaned, stroking his length. His gaze swept back and forth between your face, the point where Steve’s dick was stretching your opening, and Steve’s face. 

Steve didn’t give you time to fall into that softly pliant, post-orgasmic state. He pressed in, shushing you as you made little mewling noises at the slight discomfort of his cock filling you more than you ever experienced. 

When he bottomed out, he slipped his hands beneath your buttocks and lifted your hips as he knelt up. Steve easily held your hips elevated; high enough your feet weren’t even touching the mattress anymore. You squeaked at the new position and the angle that allowed him to stay deep. 

“Now,” the corner of Steve’s mouth tugged upwards in a dangerous smirk, “let’s keep the needy worshipper cumming, since she claims to be so devoted.” 

Unexpectedly, Bucky was bending across your bowed body, his hot breath fanning the top of your mound as he leaned his head down to where you and Steve were connected. 

Steve slowly withdrew. Then Bucky’s tongue flicked over your clit. 

“Oh God!” Your moan was choked.

“Gods, little worshipper.” Steve corrected, amused. 

Then he started moving, hard and deep. You had no idea how Bucky was able to keep at it, but his tongue was merciless on your swollen clit; every few thrusts switching to lick inches of Steve’s cock as he pulled out. 

They had you screaming your release twice, squeezing tears out of your eyes from the intensity of sensations. It was bliss, being allowed to come after denial, but it was also overwhelming. Especially with the way you had zero control of your own movement, being used like a ragdoll. 

Through glassy vision you watched Bucky kiss his way up Steve’s torso; he bit lightly into Steve’s neck before capturing his mouth in an imperfect, hot kiss. Through the haze of your own blood pounding in your head and the sounds of slapping skin and your squelching pussy, you heard an awed “You look good together. You taste good together, too.” 

Bucky settled down beside you, bending down to nibble on your lips playfully. The way you panted into his mouth, your tongue shyly meeting his, seemed to please Bucky greatly. 

He traced a line down your arm and gently unclenched your fingers from around the crumbled sheet. Guided your hand to his hard cock, wordlessly showing you how to stroke him. He pushed two of his fingers between your open lips then rubbed your own saliva over your nipples. 

“Seems you like taking it, starburst,” Bucky hummed, tweaking your peaks. “Just being a good, obedient worshipper and taking whatever you’re given.” He pinched your nipple. “Say it.”

“I- I like it,” you complied, trying hard not to lose focus on how to move your fist over Bucky’s dick.

“Good girl.” Steve praised, gently lowering your ass to the mattress. 

“Good little worshipper, serving her gods-” he didn’t slip out, keeping his cock buried in your fluttering pussy as he settled his weight on top of you- “spreading for us like a perfect, eager vessel for our cum.” 

You moaned at that; a pinch of weak protest, but mostly a sound of pleasure from combined stimulation. Being filled and fucked, being used, being made to give Bucky pleasure, all the while being addressed as an object. 

“You think she’ll like being filled?” Bucky withdrew his hand from between your bodies as Steve’s chest crushed your boobs. 

“I think she’ll love it,” came Steve’s sure reply. At your glazed over gaze staring up at him in devotion, he chuckled darkly: “She loves being our cumdump.” 

Was it the spot Steve hit mercilessly as he fucked you, or the degrading words, but your body shattered in another orgasm. Much to their satisfaction.

“That’s it, starburst.” Steve’s breath turned ragged, hips slamming into yours in rough strokes. “Open up for my cum. No need to be shy about it. A worshipper is allowed to take pleasure from being used and filled.”

You spluttered incoherent noises; a staccato of whimpers as Steve sped up, chasing his release. A long, strained groan combined with your gasps as you felt the warmth of Steve’s spend spilling inside of you. 

Your cunt squeezed his throbbing cock - eagerly, as they predicted. 

Steve’s large hand framed your face; thumb and forefinger squeezing your cheeks slightly. His own face was flushed as he stared down at you; a strand of silky hair fell across his forehead.

“Thank me for filling you with my cum.” 

“Thank you for fucking me and filling me with your cum.” Despite your voice quivering, you were quick to follow his command. “Thank you for making me come.” You added hastily, too. 

Steve huffed a laugh; dark sternness of his features melting away, forming crinkles around his eyes. He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours. He kissed you slowly and almost tenderly, reinstalling that emotional connection. 

He was still gripping your cheeks when he ended the kiss and he used that hold to force your head to turn to the side. Your gaze immediately landed on Bucky’s cock and your hand still wrapped around it. 

“That’s right, little worshipper,” Bucky intoned almost menacingly, “you’re not yet done serving.”

He made you squeeze your hand tighter and speed your moves, then knocked your hand away. That’s when Steve slowly pulled out of you, a thick trickle of his cum leaking out of you in his wake. He sat back, leaning against the headboard and watching Bucky settle between your spread legs. 

Bucky’s gaze dragged from your face down your body. His eyes darkened and he licked his lips hungrily as he watched the white streak of cum seeping out of your pussy. He fisted his own cock, giving it a few more jerks as he stared at the mess of you.

“Do you know what will happen now?” Bucky lifted his eyes to your face.

“You’ll fuck me?” You asked hesitantly, though you sensed that it was more of you hoping than what was actually going to happen. 

Bucky flashed you a wolfish grin.

“No, starburst.” He shook his head. He bent your legs and pressed them against your chest, his hips pressing into your ass. 

“Now, I will fill my cumdump.” 

With that, he thrust his cock into your tight cunt. You were so hot and snug. And so fucking creamy. It was a dizzying sensation Bucky couldn’t compare to anything else. He cursed under his breath as he felt the mixture of your juices and copious amounts of Steve’s cum. 

Your eyes widened as you felt the hot spill of seed filling you. Bucky really didn’t need to fuck into you to reach his climax. 

That he simply used you as a vessel for his release had your post-orgasm softened nipples stiffen into hard peaks anew. The jolt of arousal shot straight to your clit, too. 

“Fuuuck!” Bucky groaned; his face contorted in pleasure, eyes closed. 

He stayed buried inside your pussy as his cock throbbed in last spurts. 

When he opened his eyes, amazement shone in his blue irises. He looked at Steve, some silent but meaningful understanding passing between the two of them. Then his gaze returned to you, just as soft and full of feeling.

Bucky stroked one of your calves and kissed your ankle. 

“You’re a perfect cumdump, starburst. A delightful little worshipper. We’re so damn lucky to have found you.” 

“She found us, if we’re being precise.” Steve chimed in. 

A few minutes later - after both Steve and Bucky had their fill of staring at your messy pussy and making a few more comments that were arousing you in a twisted way - Bucky carried you to the bathroom and into a bath. He didn’t join you in it, but was there beside you, tenderly cleaning you up. 

When you exited, the sheets on the bed had all been replaced with a fresh set and Steve was already halfway through making breakfast. They insisted on you sitting at the small, round dining table, wrapped in a blanket and being served food and tea. 

As you held the warm mug in both of your hands, sipping steaming brew slowly and watching Bucky and Steve move around the kitchen, you realized you didn’t feel any awkwardness or shame, which would be expected considering how they defiled you. 

They exchanged small smiles and sweet kisses between each other, but also with you. A brush of fingers on your shoulder when Steve brought you tea; Bucky pulling your feet to rest in his lap while he sat in the other chair at the table. They kept you included, as if it was most natural. 

For the first time in a very long time you felt wanted and cared for. 

And yeah, thoroughly used. In the best way. 

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we (8 billion people) are begging for dom fem reader and coryo dynamic. Why she always gotta be sub like my dom ass would slap the shit out of him ong

ʙᴇɢɢɪɴ’ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ !

Synopsis: Coriolanus will do anything to get to the top, right?

Content warning . power dynamics, loss of virginity, face riding, multiple orgasms, marking, sub!pussydrunk! Coryo, dom! Reader that’s a lil fucked up

notes: me when coryo has hair real . This kinda sucks I’m sorry

When you see Coriolanus Snow, you see a desperate man.

A boy, actually. You see a boy. A desperate, handsome, power hungry boy. You can see it in the way he towers over his peers in a sort of fake dominance, the fauxness behind his sugary sweet words directed to anything or anyone in a higher position— some even directed towards you, when that blush isn’t flushing his cheeks with a feral intensity.

As the daughter of Dr. Gaul, it’s quite easy for you to advance some of your friends in their studies. You are not only her daughter, but in a position of power yourself. You know people— and Coriolanus knows that. You aren’t dumb. You can tell by his eyes, the empty, icy blue orbs not quite telling the truth.

Coriolanus, in a way, is just like you.

Maybe that’s what intrigues you so much about him. Besides that pretty smile, or those golden curls or those muscles that make you drool, you admire his determination. You know about his poorness (not all know, but some do, as Dean Casca Highbottom once quoted to him), and you know one will go far to satiate their own greed.

It’s just a matter of how far.

—

Coriolanus walks into your lab crying, one day.

Not obviously. It’s subtle, as you demand he sit down and take off his shirt so you can stitch up his wounds. Your hands graze it softly, and he winces.

“Does it hurt?” You ask him, even though you already know the answer.

He lets out a shaky breath, his hands clenching at the seat.

“Yes.”

An honest answer. He must trust you.

You hum, beginning to work on his wound with taught precision. Looking at him now, his jaw is clenching tightly and the boy is shaking so much you fear he might break.

“I killed someone.”

He states it in a remorseful tone, the tone of someone weak and pathetic.

“Someone in the games, if I’m correct?”

He turns to look at you in surprise, as if you didn’t have access to your mother’s decision of allowing him to walk in there and save his friend Sejanus. He says nothing, then. He sniffles, and cries silently.

“You know,” you state, beginning to stitch him. “I’ve killed someone too. Someone I needed to kill.” You smile, remembering the one time a student who was threatening to take your place mysteriously fell into the pit of snakes. “It was necessary.”

Coriolanus tries to stay nonchalant, but you can see the way his shoulders tense. He doesn’t say a word, so you continue.

“Was it necessary to kill the person you killed?”

He looks down at his hands. Caked with blood, knuckles drawn taught. You want to bite them.

“No,” Coriolanus answers slowly. “No, it wasn’t.”

Maybe there’s more darkness to the boy than you originally thought.

You speak to him in a much lower tone now.

“Maybe it was. You just don’t know it.” And then, “There are a lot of things certain people can do to get to the top, Coriolanus.”

Your insinuation doesn’t go unnoticed. He moves his head to look at you.

“And what would that be?”

Typical. Someone so power hungry that his head turns at the mere mention of an opportunity. You’ve got him right where you want him.

You finish up his stitches. You move around to his front, your short red skirt all of a sudden incredibly suffocating as he looks up at you with something utterly pathetic in his gaze.

“How far are you willing to go, Coriolanus?”

And that’s when, a few moments later, you get your wish: that skirt, oh so suffocating, is strewn on the floor, Coriolanus’ big hands massaging the skin of your thighs as you straddle him. Your lips press against his in a hot and heavy kiss, your tongue massaging his lips with fervor. He may be doing this for advancement, but the blonde wants you nonetheless. You can see in the way his hips grind up, the way he lets out desperate whines as you lick up his tears with your tongue. Pulling away from him, your cunt clenches when he tries to push your body down onto his crotch.

“No, Coryo,” you demand, though your voice is desperate. “I want you on the floor, okay? You’re going to taste me first.”

He hesitates, his eyes darting to your lacey panties and then to the colorful tiles.

“… the floor?”

He seems nervous, jittery. It’s not as if he’s afraid of getting dirty, or something.

No, this is something else. In the way he nervously twiddles his fingers, the way his bottom lip catches in between his teeth. It’s not as if he wants to stop— it’s more so that he’s inexperienced.

And then it hits you.

Coriolanus snow is a virgin. This big handsome boy, beautiful and delicious, has never done had sex before. He’s never felt the touch of a woman, never eaten pussy or got his dick sucked.

And for some reason, that makes you want him more.

“Oh,” you coo to him, soft. “Coryo, you’ve never done this before, have you?”

His face turns dusty pink, but he tries to deny, deny, deny.

“What? No! Of course I’m not. I’m just..” he looks at the floor, his lie clear on his face. “The tiles are cold. Dirty.”

“You’re caked with blood and sweat, sweet boy. I’m sure the tiles will be fine.”

He looks away from you, his lips drawn up into a pout.

“I’m not a virgin.” He states, merely to himself. You raise a brow, an amused smile playing on your lips as you move farther away from him.

“Then why don’t you come and eat my pussy, baby?”

His cock strains against his zipper, and you swear you can see it twitch from where you’re standing. He gulps, and with a submission you would’ve never expected, the boy drops to his knees on the tile and makes his way towards you. His shirt, unbuttoned, shows the pretty lines of his chest and his rippling back muscles, and when he gets to you, he stops at the front of your still standing knees. Satisfaction wades through you when his hands move up to the waistband of your underwear and yanks them down with shaking hands. Your smell hits his nose, makes his head tilt back as he lets out a throaty sound in the back of his throat. His tongue laves over the skin of your inner thigh, his hands going around the back of one of your knees to pull you close. You spread your legs to allow him access, your pussy lips drenched with arousal as his breath laves over you.

“Go on, Coryo,” you urge. “You want me to put a good word to my colleagues, yeah? So you better do a good job.”

He moans, his tongue finally slipping in between your folds as he tastes you. He’s messy, sloppy, and it’s good but it’s not good enough.

“God. I thought you were experienced? Huh, Coryo? Don’t you wanna make me feel good? Are you even fucking trying?”

He pulls away from you, shame in his eyes as you scold him. He pleads, his lip wobbling, his arms holding onto your legs.

“Please, I’m sorry. ‘M so sorry. Teach me, please…”

He tries to press a kiss to your cunt, but you kick him away with your foot. He falls to the ground, helpless.

“Lay down—I don’t care if it hurts your back. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

He does as he’s told, all sweet and sweaty and bloody. His back hits the tile, injured but he ignores it when he watches you tower over him. You move down, pressing your knees on either side of his head. He grabs your thighs to place his mouth back on you, but you grab his golden curls in your hands and yank him back. He groans in pain, his feet kicking in a sort of pleasured resistance.

“You use your mouth when I tell you to, coryo,” you scold, watching the way his eyes flutter and only focus on your dripping pussy. “You do what I say. If I guide your head, or press myself down at a certain spot, you go along with it. Do you understand me?”

He nods, desperate to get his mouth on you, his cock thrusting into the open air.

“Good. Now, go slower. Stick out your tongue.. wider… therrre you go, baby.” His eyes focus on that one spot, his tongue hovering right over your clit. He must have read up on this a time or two. You press him closer, shoving his face into your heat as his tongue hits the swollen bud. “You see that? That’s my clit. Yeahh, stick your tongue right there…”

He groans, the taste of your sweet slick making his eyes roll back. His palms splay across your ass, digging crescent moons into the skin. You move your hips in a circular motion, giving Coryo the impression to move his tongue that way. He’s a smart boy, so he knows exactly what you’re communicating to him. His tongue moves in slow, languid circles, your slick already dripping down his chin. You can’t help but give into the pleasure he’s giving you for a moment, riding his face like your life depends on it before slowing down and stopping.

“Good, coryo. You’re being such a good boy. But you need to move your tongue down. You don’t want to play with my clit too much, because I’ll cum quick if you do.”

He makes a noise of understanding, moving his tongue down to your hole. It’s much funner this way, he thinks. The tip of his tongue can gather up the awaiting slick that’s spilling out of you, it makes your taste all the more prominent. You give him some room to experiment now, letting him move his tongue in between your clit and your hole. He catches on, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was experienced now— he’s a natural learner. Your hips grind down into him, and when he tongues your hole you use his strong nose to grind lazily against. Coryo can only breathe in your slick, his brain becoming fuzzy from his lack of air. But it’s okay. It’s okay because he’s doing good.

You can feel yourself getting close, the languid strokes of his tongue making your legs shake. You hump against his mouth, your head thrown back.

“Gonna cum,” you say to him. “Gonna cum on this slut mouth.”

He groans, his jaw working even harder now. He focuses on your clit more, save for the few times that he slurps up the slick from your hole. Your orgasm is fast approaching, your body drawing up tight.

And finally, you’re cumming on his mouth, moans spilling from your lips and Coryo’s. He’s desperate to catch all of your cum onto his awaiting tongue, his legs still moving around as he consumes you like a man starved. Your eyes roll back and you grind your hips against him as you come down from your high. Coryo pulls away once he’s satiated, looking up at you with his chin coated in slick.

You sigh, pulling your hips back to give him some air. You move your body off of him, going to your knees to watch his pussy drunk face still follow your cunt as you move. You want to return the favor, now. It’s only fair.

But looking down, you notice a wet spot soaking through Coryo’s pants.

He lifts himself up on his elbows, looking from his crotch to you. He flushes, apologies spewing from his wet lips, shaking his head.

“I tried not to. I really, really did. ‘M so sorry.”

He tries to reach out to touch you, but you just move away and down to his crotch. You unbutton his jeans, and he lets you. You look down at his red briefs, watching the white stain peeking through.

“Oh, baby. You just couldn’t help, it could you?”

You mock him, your hand palming his shaft. He lets out a whimper, his head falling back against the tile. He knows it’s too much, but he isn’t stopping you. You pull his briefs down, and boy is he big. Thick and long, all pretty and red with cum dripping down to his balls. Your mouth waters, but you figure that can wait another day. His seed can be used for other things.

You flutter your lashes at him, your hand wrapping around his shaft, jerking him to hardness again. He’s got this look, contorted and pained and pleasured at the same time. You straddle his meaty thighs, your cunt lips brushing over his cockhead, and he gasps.

“W-Wait—“ he starts, choked. “It’s.. ‘S too much—“

“Then why are you hard again?” You tilt your head at him, your movements paused because he didnt give you full permission. “Don’t you want my warm, tight pussy? Don’t you want to make it to the top?”

And that gets him going, his arousal for you and power and riches. He nods, eyes rolling back as you sink down on him. The cum from his last orgasm coats your walls and makes it easier to fill yourself up, warm white streaks dripping down his cock again.

“Oh.. oh my god,” his mouth drops open, and you’ve never heard a boy so vocal. “Please… I want it, I want it!”

You know what he’s asking for. Your stilled hips are non moving, letting him stretch you and sit heavy inside your cunt. You smile, moving your hips just a bit, letting him feel your gummy walls sucking him in. His mouth is in the shape of an o, his hair messy and disoriented. He tries to grab your tits, your hips, and with a surprising force your palm strikes his cheek haughtily. He cries out, his thighs shaking, his hips thrusting up.

“No touching,” you demand. “You don’t get to do that. Give me your hands.”

He lets you take them, and you push them far over his head as you begin to work your hips harder, faster. His balls make plop plop plop-ing noises as they hit your ass, quivering and begging for you to let them empty inside you. You move down to his neck, leaving purpleish bruises over his skin, marking him as yours. You let go of his hands so you can rest your hands on his torso, and his hands move up. Not necessarily to touch, but to hover over your tits bouncing through your tight fitted shirt. You give him permission, just a moment, to squeeze the soft skin in his hands, give them a teasing, bold little slap. You breathe shakily, his cock filling you up in ways no other has. You watch as Coryo’s head tilts back, and you know he’s close.

“Gonna cum?” You taunt, your nails scraping against his chest. He groans, nodding. “Gonna fill up my tight little pussy? Cmon, give it to me, I know you want to.”

And when he spills into you, rope after rope of warm, hot cum filling you to the brim, you let out a cry. His fingers find your clit— he’s thought this through, hasn’t he? He rubs you until you’re seeing stars and clenching around his overstimulated cock with a loud sob. He moves up to kiss you hot on the mouth.

“Did I do good?” He asks.

You smile, your hand threading your hands through his hair as you both relax against each other.

“You did very good, Coryo. I’m so proud of you.”

He breathes out a chuckle, shoving his face into your neck. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he winces. His wound has been withstanding a lot of pressure.

“You probably want to put some ice on that.” You suggest to him. He shrugs.

“The tile was cold enough.”

[octoberkait]

Unhinged winter soldier with sex pollen. This is wildly inappropriate (with some fluff?...) but I thought of it so you must all suffer with me. Imagine Hydra filling the room with sex pollen immediately after Buck is wiped, sending him out at in his most feral state in hopes that the winter soldier will lose control and give into the urges they've forced into him. They need him to breed another super soldier since they were unable to replicate the serum in his veins.

As soon as the dust fills the room, his pupils dilate, his tac suit far too hot, his veins pumping so hard they feel like they're going to burst. The straps holding him down release and his chest is heaving, trying to calm down the primal needs hes feeling, pain prickling his skin the longer he stays in the room. He grunts, striding out of the room and into the night, chasing a craving he has to get out.

He moves without a soul detecting him, until a sweet scent catches his attention. Floral, natural, innocent. Fertile. He's suddenly hyper focused on the thing his body is screaming for, following the unsuspecting woman, his teeth grinding through the pain. She enters a building and he observes each window before seeing a lights turn on, her nude silhouette appearing through the curtains.

It takes no effort for him to climb up the fire escape, easily prying the locked window open only to be met with the sound of the shower running. Her scent permeates all his senses and he nearly strips off all his clothes then and there, the pollen causing lust that makes his bones ache. The water shuts off and hes waiting like a predator waiting for its prey, sitting perfectly still while the door clicks open. She gasps and freezes in place and he sight alone makes him growl.

Pathetic little bunny.

"Who-who are you" she whispers, clutching her towel tightly together though it's not like she didn't know. Tears fill her eyes seeing the deadly soldier people spoke about, unsure if he even existed, the very rumor now sitting on her bed. He doesn't anything, groaning at the feeling of his arousal steadily dripping from his cock, palming his erection.

"Please-don't" She shakes her head, seeing his hardness pressing against his pants, his large presence suffocating because she knows there's no where to run. He slips his mask off, revealing his dangerously handsome face, his eyes wild with lust and need.

"But I have to" He grits out, stalking over to her and grabbing her by the waist, burying his nose in her freshly washed hair, deeply groaning at the scent of her bodywash, "mne eto nuzhno, zayka" [I need this, bunny]

"No-I-I'll do anything-" She trembles, squeezing her eyes shut feeling his warm wet tongue lick up her neck as his mismatched hands rip her towel away, pulling her hips flush against his cock. The rough material of his tactical hear scratches her soft skin, making her whimper when when he bites her shoulder.

"takoy myagkiy krolik" [such a soft bunny] He throws her like a doll, her ass bouncing off the mattress, flat on her back back while he undoes his pants, pulling his cock out. She squeezes her legs shut, shaking her head, his fat bobbing length taunting her as he pumps himself while crawling onto the bed.

"It hurts bunny" He groans, forcing her legs apart, her natural scent nearly causing pain as he stares at her pussy. Her button between her legs involuntarily twitches and he pinches it hard making her squeal, the sound causing a drop of precum to spill out.

His head is so focused on getting his release, he doesn't bother prepping her, shoving his cock into her tight cunt, grunting and forcing his length in when he feels resistance. He stars to fuck her hard, holding both wrists in his metal hand, keeping her pinned under him while he splits her open.

"Hurts-too much-to big-stop-" She gasps out her pained cries melting into muddled moans of pleasure, her own body betraying her, feeling her own warmth wetting his cock making it easier for him to slip in and out. "Oh god-soldat-stop-don't-

"You're wet" He hisses, almost accusatorily, pounding her harder, faster until the bed shakes and scratches the floor, the serum pumping in his veins making his cock sensitive.

"I need this-I need it" Sweat beads at his forehead, his balls feeling heavier than usual, the pollen causing his body to produce more semen than he naturally would.

"YA chuvstvuyu zapakh, kakoy ty mokryy, zayka" [I can smell how wet you are bunny] His balls throb painfully, his cock ready to burst as his thrusts become more erratic. He snarled against her neck as pleasure starts to lick up his spine, the bruising grip on her wrists tightening as he starts to pump her full of his load without warning.

She whimpers feeling shame for the delicious stretch of his cock, her cunt fluttering, swollen from his abusive pace. She finds herself flipped over with her ass in the air, her face pressed against the sheets, his cock rock hard again, prodding at her puffy folds.

"Not done-need more" he growls lowly, stripping his clothes off, his body heat dialed to 100. His crotch is covered in cum, a mix of his and hers, the smell of her driving him insane as he grabs her hips and slams her to meet his thrusts again. He has more power at this angle, fucking her like a mad man, groaning with his head thrown back, eyes rolled to the back of his head, only focused on pleasuring his cock.

"Ty shlyukha Zimnego soldata, ty voz'mesh' to, chto ya tebe dayu" [You're the winter soldier's whore, you'll take what I give you] He's at his most unhinged, grunting and groaning, fucking her like an animal, her muffled screams only causing his cock to swell more. "Make me feel good, make it go away bunny"

"Soldat please stop-too big" she begs and he fucks her harder, making her moan, pulling another orgasm out of her body even if she fought against it. His thighs meet the back of hers, rolling and rocking his hips, hitting her cervix until her sweet juices squirt out of her, obscene sounds of skin on skin filling he room. "SOLDAT"

"I have to breed you bunny" He shakes his head, unwilling to leave until he's sure she's pregnant with his child, forcing every bit of his cum into her. "My fertile little bunny" He nips your skin, running his hands over her tummy, imaging it firm and round with his baby growing inside. He loved the thought of such an unsuspecting, sweet angel carrying the child of he soldier, all of his cum making a mess in her pussy.

By the last round, the pollen has started to dissipate and the cloud is lifting. He pants, still rutting into her pussy, something tugging at his conscious, shaking his head when the lusty animalistic haze weavers.

"T-tell me your name" He rasps, his heart beating wildly, loosening his grip on her. She whimpers from pain and to her surprise, he slowly down, still grinding himself in, burying her face into her neck. "zayka, pozhaluysta" [bunny, please]

"Y/n" she whispers, unsure of why she told him, her voice catching in her throat when his lips press against her skin. She's limp in his hold, the smell of sex permeating the room, the sheets soaked with his cum, but nothing more full than her cunt.

"Y/n" He moans, his body trembling as he nears the end of his final release, stilling till he's milked himself dry, her soft body worn under him. Something is wrong, he can feel it, the emotionless control he had before, slipping from his grasp. He yearns to hold the woman in his arms but he can't .Something stops him.

His movements are robotic as he pulls away and slips his clothes back on, memories unfamiliar to him flashing through his mind.

He wasn't the soldier.

He was-

Her soft snores pull her from his spiral, looking up to seeing her sleeping form, fucked out from the way he'd ruined her. He frowns at the unfamiliar feeling of concern he's experiencing, pulling the covers over her body.

"Thank you bunny" He whispers, making her whine in her sleep, calling for the soldier.

"I'm-

He shakes his head, his previously wild replaced with those of a young man from Brooklyn.

"B-Bucky"

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[octoberkait]

I need alpha Quarterback Bucky with a cute little cheer leader omega. I'm so feral today, sorry but also send help. Because he is an absolute fuck boy but your his favorite little rut toy.

“Alpha” you squeak as he takes your hand and presses it against his thick bulge, finding you in the locker rooms after a game.

“C’mere pretty mega” he practically purrs against your neck, catching you by surprise. He picks you up with ease, setting you onto the counter while his sinful hands start to kneed at your hips, pulling your tiny skirt up, tearing off your cotton panties. You whimper with need, the scent of your arousal nearly making him drool. He shamelessly pulls his cock out, pumping it, flicking his cock head against your swollen clit making you whine, smearing his arousal over your sensitive nub. “Gonna help your alpha, baby?”

It's a game you both play. After all, he wasn't really your alpha. He hadn't marked you. You weren't his. But that doesn't matter right now. Not when his leaky cock is begging for relief.

You nod, gasping when he pulls you off the counter, bending you over, his tip rubbing up and down before sliding in with one thrust, his head thrown back when he start to build up a steady pace, slamming your hips to meet his.

"A-Alpha!" You cry out, grasping the edge of the counter, his cock deep in your pussy, his unforgiving thrusts speeding up. "Oh god, please!"

He watches your face twists in the mirror reflection, his cute little cheer leader who screams his name both on the field and with his cock deep in her, no one suspecting the innocent omega to be so cockdrunk over the college football player.

“That’s it, good little mega, so fuckin good” He groans, his thighs tensing as his knott begins to swell, panting and grunting, his dick almost hurting with how hard he was for you. No one made him more animalistic than you, your sweet scent making him leak into your pyssy. "Gonna give you my knot, you want that 'mega?"

Your sweet neck is so tempting to him and he wants to sink his teeth in, marking and claiming you. He nudges his nose against your juncture, nipping softly making you whine, craning your neck to give him more access, your desperation making it harder for him to resist.

"Don't tempt me 'mega" He warns, biting softly, his hand coming to wrap around your throat.

"P-Please! Fuck, yes, please, gimmie your knot alpha-want-want it!" You stutter out, eyes rolling back as he growls, fucking you harder, his hand coming around to toy with your clit, rubbing it with his calloused fingers.

"Greedy little 'mega" He moans, struggling to hold back any longer, his cock bursting with cum when he feels you clench around him, "Oh fuck m'cumming, take it babydoll, take my cum"

He pants against your neck, staying buried deep in your pussy while his cock softens, the mess he made inside you slowly seeping out.

“Hmm” a low growl emits from his chest, watching his seed drip between your soft thighs, milky cream sticky and thick. “Can’t wait till the day get to fill you up with pups, mama”

He shoves two thick fingers back into your sensitive pussy making you cry out, his pink lips hushing you with a deep kiss before pulling away and giving your ass a spank. He leaves you panting and messy, fucking your brains out like he owns you, leaving for practice seconds later.

Of course, he thinks he’s just using you. He thinks this is just a game to play. He smirks when he sees you in your uniform again, giving him a shy smile as you approach him after a game. He loves that he has you at his beck and call whenever he wants, your little omega pussy all jus for him.

That is until he smells the scent of another alpha near by and he nearly bares all his teeth, shoving you behind him so your out of sight, protected behind his large form. He knows Walker has had his eye on you every time they visit the campus, the blonde rival happy to try and make a move on the sweet cheer leader with no alpha.

"What's wrong Barnes, scared of a little competition" Walker taunts and Bucky nearly pounces on him, his hands still balled into fists, holding back when he feels your hand grab his wrist.

"Alpha lets go" you whisper and his protective side immediately comes out, seeing you distressed worried face.

"Since when was he your alpha, hmm, 'mega?" Walker smirked making you whimper from embarrassment, immediately letting go of Bucky's wrist.

He wasn't wrong.

Bucky felt a different surge of anger flow through his veins while Steve stepped in between the two men before things got ugly. Bucky shoved Walker out of the way, scooping you into his arms and straight to his place, unable to bear the thought of another man trying to touch what's his, hating the way your face had fallen after what he'd said to you.

You were his Omega.

He was your alpha.

As soon as he gets you in his room, he throws you on his bed, tearing your clothes off without a care in the world. His natural woodsy scent of pine and leather make you wet, your pussy aching, feeling so empty while he tosses his own clothes aside. There's no time to prep when he man handles you onto all fours, spanking your ass when you arch your back, presenting for him, his thick cock humping your folds.

"Whose your Alpha" He demands, dragging his tip up and down at a torturous pace, spanking you again when you wiggle your hips. "Say it!"

"You James, Alpha please, need-need yo-OH GOD YESS" Your words slut into screams of pleasure as he slams into you and fucks you hard and fast, his swollen balls hitting your clit with each stroke.

"That's right. You're mine. My fuckin' omega, m'you're alpha, you hear me?" He forces his cock as deep as it would go, as if trying to claim every bit of your body from the inside and out.

"Mine. Mine. Mine" Bucky growls, slamming into you with unrelenting thrusts, shaking away the disgusting thought of another man trying to have you, his girl, how dare anyone else trying to lay their hands on you. He stars at your sweet unmarked neck, drooling at the touched skin. He wanted nothing more than to show everyone exactly who you belonged to.

"Wanna make you mine forever 'mega" he warns, holding back from sinking his teeth in, nearly whining with his eyes shut. "Wanna mark you, let me mark you up sweet girl, show everyone who you belong to"

"Mark me Bucky" You cry out, his hands coming on top of yours, fingers lacing together as he continues to rut into you.

"Gonna mark you up and fill you till your swollen n'round. Wanna get you nice n'heavy till those little uniforms don't fit n'all you can wear are my clothes, let everyone know who you belong to" He growls, his cock starting to swell like never before, the feeling almost painful.

"Please alpha, please-wan' it-need it!" You beg, gasping at the feeling of his base growing, his moas filling the room. He licks and nips at your neck, whining when you clench around his cock, moving and giving him more access to your skin.

"Mine" He grits before sinking his teeth in, pleasure and pain filling you, a different kind of relief flooding your senses as his knot pops, the both of you collapsing in his bed, his cock still deep inside you. He holds you tightly in his thick arms, soothing you with soft caresses along your sensitive skin.

"You're mine omega" He pants, kissing your mark, cradling your fucked out form to his chest, "All mine"

My bad.

[octoberkait]

Feel like I should issue a warning for this - PLS scroll all the way past this if this isn’t your thing. Maybe this should have stayed in the drafts or be deleted. But I can’t help the absolute headlock, deception, corruption, dub con, mommy and innocence kink has on me rn. 

This is fucked and dirty. 

Heed the warnings. 

Please. 

Imagine dark!Bucky taking advantage of your sweetness. You’re so soft and kind with him, helping him adjust to the new world, hardly realizing he’s damn well adjusted already and doesn’t need anyone to baby him.

But he loves when you do.

Maybe it’s because of all the shit he’s been through, touch starved, deprived of care and softness, that’s how he justifies the need to be utterly babied and taken care of by you. Fuck you’re so soft when you do it, cooing and walking him through everything, as if he doesn’t know a thing, he’s poor little fried brain.

It started with him pouting at dinner, happy to have you feed him instead. Sometimes you help him wash his hair so the shampoo doesn’t sting his eyes, sitting on the edge of the tub with a bowl of water, not minding one bit your clothes would get wet in the process. You even hold him in his sleep like a little boy because his nightmares are so scary. 

He’d taken to calling you mommy when no one else was around. 

But then he wanted more.

So much more.

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[octoberkait]

Okay, now give me needy, hasn’t had an orgasm in over 70 years Bucky who wants to be so good for you but doesn’t know how because his brain is too fried. Puppy Bucky who is naked from head to toe, blinking at you while his cock leaks onto the sheets, a sticky drop falling right onto your clit. He practically whimpers at the sight, pumping himself while you spread your legs, your cunt already soaked, cooing at him when he hides his face into your neck instead of doing anything.

“Please teach me how to fuck mommy”

“My poor little baby doesn’t know how to use his cock does he, huh” you let him do what feels good, your hand tracing down his spine while he slots himself between your folds, humping your pussy.

“Do you even know where it goes baby” you tilt his face to look at you, the blush on his cheeks deepening, “Put it in mommy’s pussy sweet boy, doing so good for me”

He lets out a shuddered breath when he brings his cock to your weeping hole, whipping when he starts to press into you, the pressure already too much. He lets out a muffled whine as he bottoms out, throbbing ropes of precum, his legs squirming against the sheets because he needs more but it’s also too much.

“Feels so good mommy” he moans, still staying still hoping his orgasm would calm down, giving him a chance to move.

“Take what you need baby” you whisper, gasping as he experimentally pulls his hips back before pushing forward, building a steady rhythm until this thrusts were sloppy and ruthless

“M-mommy!!!” He practically wails against your neck when he cums without warning, withering against your body, his orgasm never ending, moaning and whining for minutes on end.

“C-can’t stop mama” he feels another wave wash over, continuing to throb-

Sorry again.

[octoberkait]

18+

Mob Bucky x virgin reader 

If you’re wondering how bad my procrastination is, I started this in November. Anyway, I forgot to add some lines from a different fic here. There’s no plot here, literally just a scene I imagined. Please read the warnings. 

Warnings: dub con, degrading, virginity taking, innocence kink, mentions of blood, horny, feral Bucky is a warning, porn and little plot. Honestly, no plot. 

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He knew he wanted you from the moment he saw you. Cute little sun dresses, beautiful eyes, your perfect lips, every single one of your delicate features making him crave to have you. He didn’t know what to do with himself the day he found out you were a virgin; you said it so quietly he would have missed it if you weren’t curled up on his lap. 

“My sweet innocent baby” He cooed, trying his best to contain his erection, desperate to fill you. “No ones ever touched you?” 

N-no” You shook your head keeping it buried against his neck while your cheeks burned with embarrassment. You were told to wait until marriage to do anything so you did exactly as you were told. It hadn't been a problem up until now, your heart rate beating faster, squeezing your thighs together to make that feeling go away. He was intoxicating; rough fingers tracing over your smooth skin, skimming up to the hem of your dress.

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[octoberkait]

No More Mr. Nice Guy • Frat!Dark!Steve x Reader

written for the beautiful, incredible @chrisevans-imagines on her special day. happy (belated) birthday my angel <3

Steve has been your best friend for years. Your sweet, innocent best friend- but he's sick of keeping his hands off you.

Content Warning: frat!steve x reader, dark!steve, slight angst, off-screen sam x reader, smut, dub!con, dom!steve x sub!reader, daddy kink, steve is a big meanie, degradation, face slapping, spitting, face fucking, mention of weed/smoking.

You aren't ashamed to be barging through your best friend's door at 1 in the morning, wearing nothing but a black mini dress with your stilettos in your hand. Steve loves you too much to judge you, and he's too nice to complain.

But when you see him sitting on the couch with another girl, you're taken aback. Steve hardly ever has girls over, let alone this late at night. You recognize the girl to be Karen Redshaw; equally as academically driven and innocent as Steve, which soothes the pang of jealousy you felt to see him hanging out with another girl. She's only a nerd.

"Y/N?" He asks with a frown, putting down the thick textbook and standing up. "What are you doing here?"

Not in the mood to put effort into being polite, you look the girl up and down. "No offence, Karen, but can you fuck off?"

Steve looks appalled at your words, as does Karen who immediately mumbles an apology before gathering up her things and rushing out the apartment.

"What the heck was that, Y/N?" Steve asks with a frown. "That was completely uncalled for."

You roll your eyes at his dramatics and push past him, taking Karen's place on the couch with a thud before slouching down. "I need you to myself tonight, puppy."

Taking his glasses off, Steve rubs the bridge of his nose, resting his free hand on his hip. "You shouldn't have spoken to Karen in that way."

"Who the fuck cares? She's just a fucking nerd!" You exclaim, before taking his hand and pouting up at him. "I said I need you, puppy. I've had such a rough night."

His gaze softens and he sits next to you, resting his arm on the back of the couch and placing his fingers on your cheek. "You've been crying. What happened, beautiful?"

You take in a deep breath and move closer to him, feeling comforted by his presence alone. Though Steve has always been a softie, and maybe even too nice at times, his huge arms and broad shoulders make him seem like a big giant. When he isn't wearing his glasses and he isn't dressed like an old man, he can even look like a complete fuckboy - but you know your Steve is way too soft to ever be anything close to a player. Unlike the guys you date.

"I had a nice dinner planned with Sam tonight," You begin with a sniffle, playing with the cuff of his shirt. "I thought- I thought maybe tonight was the night he'd ask me. To be his girlfriend and stuff, you know. But he said he didn't want anything serious. That this was just for fun, and there were no feelings involved."

Steve tuts, stroking your hair gently. "Oh, beautiful," He sighs, pity in his eyes. Slowly, his hand moves around to your shoulder, before his fingers creep up to softly wrap around your neck.

You shake your head, clinging onto his free hand. "He just used me for sex."

"Oh, honey," Steve whispers, tilting his head. "Of course he did."

Confused, you frown, a little uneasy because of the way he's looking down at you with absolutely no emotion on his face. "What? What do you mean, Steve?"

He shakes his head, almost like he's disappointed. "I have my hand around your throat and you haven't even noticed. That's how desensitized you are."

"Desensi- what?" You're utterly at a loss for words at this point.

"And just look at the way you're dressed," Steve says, pulling at the hem of your dress. "This is for a date? For a 'nice dinner,' you said? Walking around campus with your shoes in your hand?" Coldly, he brings his hand up to grip your jaw, his face flooding with malice. "You look like a fucking whore, Y/N."

You can't believe it. Your Steve; the socially awkward, shy, good boy, has just called you a whore. Your heart cracks in two and your eyes fill with tears, blurring your vision.

Steve immediately chuckles, cupping your face in his hands and stroking your cheeks. "Aw, my little baby, don't cry. It's not a bad thing - in fact, it's a fucking great thing. Wanna know why?"

Unable to speak, you remain silent and unmoving, wondering whether this is some sort of horrific nightmare.

"Because," He begins with a mischievous smirk. "The fact that you're such a little slut means you won't mind me shoving my cock down your throat."

His words send you in a daze. He notices the look of utter servitude in your eyes and smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you.

"Stevie?" You whimper, terrified of his change in demeanor. "Puppy?"

A dark chuckle leaves his mouth and he shakes his head, his grip on your chin tightening. "Do you know how fucking hard it is to be your friend? To know that you're a dirty slut, and still have to keep my hands to myself?"

With a pout, you try to pull away from him but he's too overpowering. "You don't mean that, Steve."

"No?" He asks teasingly, squeezing your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger. "You think I can ever focus on anything else when you dress like this? That I don't dream of ruining your dirty cunt every fucking night? 'Cause baby, I'd fucking ruin it."

Having had enough of his twisted words, you use all your strength to rip away from him before rushing towards the door, your bare feet hitting the cold flooring. Just as your hand touches the door handle, Steve wraps his arm around you and lifts you up into the air effortlessly, making you scream bloody murder.

"Oh, no you don't," He grumbles into your ear, using his free hand to pull your hair back. "You're not leaving. Not when I'm so close to getting what I've wanted for so. Fucking. Long. What I fucking deserve after all these years, don't you think? Being your shoulder to cry on, your best fucking friend, your motherfucking puppy?"

With a grunt, he throws you to the ground like a rag doll, making you cry out as your shoulder hits the hard floor. Steve then takes a fistful of your hair and pulls you up to your knees. The lines between the floorboards dig into your skin, making you wince.

"Stevie, the innocent little nerd, doing everything you ask of him," He seethes, rage in his eyes. "I fucking hate that pussy. I'm sick of him. Sick of jerking off while you lay in bed next to me, because I'm the only guy you can trust."

You're shaking at his feet, utterly at a loss for words. This whole time, your innocent Steve has been the devil. You feel sick.

"Well, trust in this, slut: tonight, and from here on out, I own you," He states firmly with a gravelly tone. "I've had enough of watching you whore around for every other guy on campus. I'm the only one you serve from now on. You live for my cock. You live off my cum. Do you fucking understand me, slut?"

It's as if his words have put you into a deep hypnosis. Like a robot, you nod, too scared to take your eyes off him. "Yes. I understand, Steve."

With a growl, he pulls his hand back and slaps you, making your eyes sting with tears. "Not good enough, slut," He spits, malice dripping from his tongue. "Try again for daddy."

Taking note of the name he used, you let the word imprint on your mind and tattoo itself onto your soul. "I understand, daddy."

He unbuckles his belt, satisfaction on his face. "Atta girl. Love how fucking obedient you are for me." His hand moves down to gently cup your face, making you purr as you melt into his warm touch. "You wanna make daddy happy, don't you? Wanna make daddy proud?" He asks softly, resorting back to the voice you've grown to know and love. The voice of your puppy. "Wanna make daddy love you?"

Keening for his affection, you whimper up at him, clutching his legs. "Yes, daddy."

Slowly, his eyes darken. Without warning, he takes his hand back before slapping you again, sending your head to the ground as you cry out. When you look back up at him, he's smiling, adoration in his eyes. "Aww. Such a good little girl," He mumbles with a pitiful look. "So desperate for my attention. For my approval."

You hum, nodding eagerly. Nothing but making him happy matters to you, and he knows it. He loves it.

"Open that whore mouth for me," Steve orders you, pulling down his zipper. You're still too dazed to do anything, making his eyes narrow. "Don't make daddy ask twice."

Immediately, you part your lips, and you barely have the time to take in a breath before he's pushing his hard, thick cock into your mouth, filling it up as his tip hits the back of your throat. You gag, the sound of you choking combined with the way your eyes are tearing up making Steve groan.

"Oh, God," He growls as his shaft slides over your warm tongue. Unable to hold back, Steve takes hold of your head and begins fucking your face mercilessly. "That's it. You're so good at taking my cock, such a good little slut."

The tears stream down your cheeks as you do your best to keep up with his pace, already feeling your throat grow sore from his invasion. You feel dizzy at the lack of oxygen, entirely taken by Steve and his all-consuming aura.

Suddenly, he pulls his cock out of your mouth before squeezing your cheeks in his hand and bending down. He tilts your head back before spitting onto your face, making your pussy throb.

"Daddy's dirty little slut," Steve coos, running a hand through your hair. "Suck on my fucking balls."

You quickly reach forward with his spit dripping down your cheek, wrapping your lips around his balls and sucking them. His dick rests on your face, and Steve reaches into his back pocket to pull out his phone. You see the flash go off as he takes a picture, making you feel electric. He thinks you look gorgeous like this, and your heart is swelling. Daddy's happy with you.

Steve saves the picture as his lockscreen wallpaper, before throwing his phone onto the couch. He lets out a groan as you suck his balls harder, loving the feeling of his heavy cock sitting on your face. With urgency, he grabs the base of his dick and slides it back into your mouth, where it belongs. Without wasting a second, he begins pummelling in and out of your throat again, getting high off the sound of your choking. You hollow your cheeks around him, making him suck in a breath.

"Fuck, princess," Steve groans, throwing his head back in utter delight. "Doing so well for daddy."

His praise motivates you to keep going, your hands moving up to hold onto his thighs. Steve quickens his pace, thrusting harder, his cock twitching against your tongue.

He moans loudly, settling his cock deep into your throat just as his hot cum shoots out, his hips stuttering as his balls press to your chin. "Swallow it all, slut," Steve orders you darkly, keeping your head in his grip to prevent you from moving back. "Don't you dare even waste a single fucking drop of daddy's cum."

You keep your wide eyes on him, swallowing his seed. He lets out some grunts, thrusting a few more times, riding out his high. Once he's spent, he pulls out, dragging a string of saliva out with his cock. He lets go of your face and you fall back without him holding you, exhausted.

Steve puts his softening cock back into his pants, breathing heavily as he stares down at you. "Good job, princess," He utters, running his hand through his hair with a sigh.

Craving his physical touch, you crawl forward, pawing at his leg. "Daddy," You whimper, yearning for some affection.

His face is expressionless, his eyes cold. To your dismay, he takes a step back, seemingly having lost all interest in you. "Clean yourself up. I need a fucking joint."

You sit there, shocked into silence. Your Stevie, your puppy, just abused and came down your throat and is now rolling up a fucking blunt. Who the fuck is he?

Steve falls onto the couch, lighting up the cigarette and shooting you a wink. No more Mr. Nice Guy.

a/n: i no longer use a taglist, but if you follow @kinanabinksupdates and turn on notifications, you'll know when i post 🥰❤

[octoberkait]

but just like imagine bucky being your brother's best friend

and he knows. he KNOWS you have the biggest crush ever on him and he just endlessly teases you about it but you pretend to be unaffected when you're dying inside

and one day you didn't realize he slept over and you're in the kitchen in the morning like idk making a fucking bowl of cereal or something

and he comes in ksjehfhfndn he comes in and he's all, "hey there, cutie"

and you're all, "ugh don't call me that i hate it" - because it makes you feel like he sees you as a little kid

all you're wearing is an oversized tee and some panties and he is PAINFULLY AWARE of that and so he can't help himself

NSFW UNDER THE CUT inc. dub/noncon, dark!bucky, threat

he pushes you gently against the counter, using his fingers to lift up your chin

"what are you doing-"

"shh," he hushes you, his hands trailing up your bare thighs. "it's okay, kitten. i know what you want. what you've been wanting for years."

you're speechless as his calloused fingers stroke your skin, and start playing with the hemline of your panties, making you gasp

"it's okay," he soothes you, slipping his hand under the cotton. "it's just me. it's just bucky. stay calm."

you shudder as he starts rubbing circles into your clit, uncontrollable whimpers leaving your mouth

he smirks cruelly at how sensitive and responsive you are. the way your eyes light up in delight strokes his ego to no end

"no-one's ever touched you like this, huh?" he questions softly, knowing the answer already. "nobody's ever made kitten feel this good?"

you whine in response, your breaths quick and shallow as his fingers begin sliding down to your waiting entrance

"well, daddy's here now," he whispers darkly, resting his forehead against yours. "daddy's here to make kitten feel good."

he slides his digit inside your cunt, making you jump back at the intrusion.

"it's okay," he assures you quietly, glancing over to the hallway every so often to ensure none of your family members have woken up. "just stay quiet, okay? stay quiet and daddy can make you feel good."

you get used to his finger being inside you, and he soon adds another, stroking your walls and hitting your sweet spots

when you start moaning, bucky slaps his hand over your mouth, making you wince

"shut the fuck up," he growls, causing your heart to skip a beat. "if you wanna be a good slut for daddy, you gotta keep your fucking mouth shut."

you're filled with both fear and pleasure, letting out barely audible whimpers against his palm as he continues finger fucking harder and faster

he feeds off that look in your eye. the look that tells him you have utterly handed him all the control

"that's it," he groans, curling his fingers inside you when he feels you clenching. "your cunt is getting so tight around daddy's fingers. gonna cum for me, kitten?"

your chest is heaving and he has to hold back from ripping your shirt off, because he knows someone could walk downstairs at any fucking second

adding in a third finger, he sends you to the edge, grinning madly at how easy it was to bring you to your orgasm

with a muffled squeal, you cum all over his hand, coating him with your juices

he laughs darkly, painfully arrogant

"there she is," he groans, continuing to pump his fingers in and out while you fly through your high. "there's daddy's kitten."

he pulls his fingers out of your throbbing pussy, and it takes all his strength not to fuck you then and there

"good girl," bucky praises you while you whimper weakly, your legs shaking. "i knew you'd make such a good little slut for daddy."

your eyes are wide and glossy as you realize what just happened. oh fuck. your brother's gonna kill you both.

"my broth-"

bucky suddenly grabs your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks together roughly. his eyes are dark and filled with malice. "tell him about this and i'll fucking kill you. got it?"

you can only let out a squeak, terrified

then, he smiles down at you. "this is our little secret. nobody else can know."

"okay," you whisper, your obedience pleasing him

bucky then lets go of your face, hearing someone enter the bathroom upstairs which means they're awake. with one final look of hunger directed at you, he takes his finger and strokes it down your neck, making you shiver. "meet me in my truck after breakfast. daddy's gonna train that pretty throat."

🖤

bucky taglist:

(posted from my phone so could only do the first 50, sorry for those i missed !!!!!)

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[octoberkait]

Pull out

18+

I wrote this as a stand alone but you can read it as a part 2 for this if you want. I wanted more of that desperate desperate Bucky so here we are. Also I’m back at it again with my love for mirrors. I got carried away with this I’m so sorry. 

Warnings: Bucky is a desperate horny fuck, his mouth is worse, messy messy smut, breeding kink, pregnancy kink

Let’s say after his first night with you, he can’t keep his hands off you. He denied himself that perfection for way too long and no amount of self pleasure would recreate the way you make him feel. He loves you, he’s in love with you, you could bring him to his knees with the bate of your lashes. Which is why he smuggled you away from the team’s movie night, tossing you onto his bed and stripping your clothes off within seconds. 

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[octoberkait]

would you write a zemo x male reader fic? it could be zemo trying to manipulate a prison guard with sex, but genuinely enjoying the experience more than he thought he would. (only if you feel confortable with it, ofc ^^)

Um yes?? I loved this so much, I honestly feel like there’s nothing Zemo wouldn’t do to get what he wants and he give me huge bottom vibes in this situation.

Full disclosure though, I don’t have a penis so I can only hope this is accurate 🙈 I haven’t added my usual taglist either cause I’m not sure if you guys are interested in male!reader stuff

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Male!Reader

Word count: 2.5K

Summary: You’re a prison guard in the Raft and Zemo suggests a mutually beneficial arrangement

Warnings: Smut, abuse of position, anal sex, anal fingering, spit play, dirty talk, minimal prep tbh

Minors, do not interact

If Helmut Zemo was famous for having one thing, it was a plan. That man was always prepared, and if he wasn’t, it didn’t take him long to come up with something. Even now, locked in the Raft, Zemo had nothing left to do but think. He knew he wouldn’t escape without outside help, that much was clear but what was wrong with ensuring he got a little extra special treatment while he was inside? Even a few extra minutes of hot water in the shower block would be nice, or a new novel to read every now and again. Things that were minor but would improve his quality of life so significantly if he could just find a way to make it work.

And that was how he had come up with his plan, seducing you. He absolutely wasn’t against trading sex for favours and it didn’t hurt that he found you quite easy on the eyes but truthfully, he had never been with another man before, not like that at least. That was irrelevant though, he only had male prison guards tending to him so the option to carry out his plan with a female guard wasn’t even on the table. Not that he even really found that he cared. You were attractive without a doubt, slightly bigger than him and he couldn’t deny that he found the authoritative way in which you carried yourself somewhat sexy.

So that was how it had started, light jokes, building up that friendship, not diving in straight away with suggestions of anything untoward. Discussions about what you did after your shift ended, about your parents, your hobbies and interests, Zemo carefully dropping hints that he had now read the same tattered book fifteen times during his stay here. Planting seeds in your head that there were ways in which you could help him out if you ever felt so inclined.

Of course, you had a feeling from the outset that his intentions were less than proper but it was hard to ignore he was a good looking man. Where was the harm in letting it progress a little further? It was wrong, so wrong but you had to admit, you found yourself stealing little glances at him in the open shower block, rivers of hot water running over his taught body, down his back, over his perky ass, cock jutting out nicely from between his legs. He knew you were watching, almost taking pleasure from your hungry gaze. It surprised him just how often his cock twitched, swelling to half hardness of its own accord when he knew you were watching. He couldn’t help putting on a little show for you, rubbing the soapy bubbles over his firm body for just a while longer than usual, head tilted back under the spray of water, almost pornographic gasps escaping his parted lips when the water began to run cold. He knew exactly what he was doing. And God were you tempted to give in. No one would ever know, you could easily rewrite the footage on the security cameras and edit the time stamps so even if the footage was pulled for some reason, it would only show whatever you wanted it to display. And clearly Zemo would have no objections to keeping any little arrangement private. No one would believe him if he tried to threaten you with exposure, plus he would lose out on the additional perks you were willing to provide.

With everything reasoned out and justified, it was like your mind was made up. You just needed your shifts to rotate onto nights, knowing there were less officers on duty to complicate matters. In the meantime though, Zemo had ramped his teasing up to 1000, touching your thighs gently whenever he could, ghosting his fingertips over your shoulders, complimenting your physique whenever he saw you with the sleeves of your shirt rolled up. He knew he was weakening your resolve and he loved it, deep down hoping that you would keep all the frustration pent up and so would take it out on him when the time came.

What he hadn’t anticipated was the effect seeing you get more frustrated would have on him. He didn’t expect his prison uniform to feel a little tighter around the crotch when he saw you were on shift, nor did he expect the urge to touch himself at night to thoughts of you naked, slipping into him, both of your bodies sweaty, grunts filling the air as you tore pleasure from one another. He put it down to subconscious mental preparation, his brain preparing himself for what was coming. He found you attractive but that didn’t mean he was attracted to you. At least that’s how he was justifying it to himself.

After three weeks of more intense flirting on both of your behalf’s, your shift schedule changed, meaning you were rotating onto nights with three days on shift followed by three days off. You couldn’t have possibly missed Zemo’s smirk when he saw you head into the compound at 8pm. Of course he knew exactly how to work this to his advantage, having noticed that there were less guards on the night shift, given that there was less need to interact with prisoners.

Zemo’s cock had been at full hardness that night in shower, the urge to wrap his hand around himself was almost overwhelming. You were doing your best not to act like you were watching, trying to ignore your own cock stirring pleasantly in your dress trousers at the little groans spilling from his lips as his hand ghosted over his length. He made sure to deny himself though, gratefully taking the towel from you and wrapping it around his soaked body, a light flush dusting his cheeks from the hot water, coupled with his arousal.

“Would you visit me tonight if you get a chance?” He had purred in your ear, pressing his wet body so close to you, making sure you felt his hard length poking your thigh.

“I’ll see what I can do.” You nodded, Zemo clearly loving how your voice got deeper when your head was clouded with need. With that, Zemo gave you a little smile, drying himself and dressing into a fresh pair of prison issued pyjamas before exiting the shower block.

The night was quiet after that, your head spinning slightly from the invitation. If you were going to do this, now was the best chance you would get. So without thinking much more, you switched the camera in Zemo’s cell off before you pushed yourself up from the security desk, heading the short distance down the hall. Your keys jangled in your hands as you unlocked the door. In such a high security prison, you could never be too careful, every single security measure being taken. Magnetic locks could be easily overridden so there was nothing as safe as a good old fashioned lock and key. There was no harm in having both.

“I was beginning to think you were not coming to see me.” Zemo’s drawl so confident it was almost perverse, especially given how it was so laden with arousal.

“I’m here now, aren’t I. What did you have in mind?” You asked, hoping your voice had managed to carry all the confidence you had tried to instil in yourself.

“How about a mutually beneficial arrangement? You get complete access and I get a few, shall we call them, home comforts?” Zemo’s voice came across light and airy given the circumstances, like he wasn’t offering himself up for your enjoyment.

“What kind of access?” You quizzed, noticing how he raised an eyebrow at your expression of interest. He gave you a little smirk before placing a hand on the front of your trousers, cupping your cock gently.

“I see how you watch me.” He taunted, squeezing a little harder, his fingers feeling out your length. “I know your cock twitches when you think of me. Tell me, do you touch yourself, hm? Do you go home and think of me? Do you cum over your hand to thoughts of me in the shower?” You hoped to God his questions were rhetorical because you couldn’t find it in yourself to answer, not really wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Are you going to tell me you don’t enjoy it too? We both know you get hard as soon as you see me watching. What were you thinking about in the shower earlier? Rock fucking hard and no one even touching you. You thinking of me? Of how I’m gonna pound that ass of yours?” Now it was his turn to be left speechless, blood rushing to his cock at finally getting to hear you whisper something so filthy in his ear. It sounded even better coming from you. You pressed two fingers to his lips making Zemo quite surprised at how quickly he opened his mouth to accept them. His tongue felt sinful, hot and wet, his eyes burning with more lust than he had even thought possible.

“Better get them nice and wet, they’re gonna be stretching you out in a minute.” Your little promise had him whimpering, tongue working your fingers for all he was worth. His cocky, confident attitude was almost entirely gone, need taking over. You pulled your fingers from his mouth, noticing how he was practically itching to get undressed, needing to touch you or have you touch him.

“God you’re needy, get undressed and bend over.” You noticed how he stripped in practically no time, prison uniform falling to the floor, cock thick and proud, entirely hard with anticipation. His length was impressive, you had to admit, veins running along his shaft, head angry and weeping precum.

“You really fuckin’ need this don’t you?” You grunted, bending him over, swiping one wet finger over his puckered asshole. He hissed out at the contact, his body reluctantly accepting the finger as you pushed in to the first knuckle.

“Please, ah, more.” He pleaded, trying to rut back against your finger, taking as much as he could despite the pain. You gave in, pressing deeper, noticing how every extra movement from you earned a groan from the shorter man.

“Feel good? Just wait until it’s my cock instead.” You whispered in his ear when your first finger was fully seated inside him. He actually fucking whimpered at the thought. You couldn’t help but feel proud as you pulled the finger out, lining the second up beside it before pressing in once more. It was such a tight fit, two fingers feeling like it might split him in two. Zemo gasped and groaned, palming his weeping cock, wondering if he’d ever been this hard in his entire life before.

“Oh oh, please, need more.” He couldn’t find it in himself to even care about how needy he sounded, no shame or embarrassment ever crossing his mind.

“You think you’re ready for my cock?” You teased, pulling out of him completely before unbuckling your belt, pushing your trousers and underwear down to your ankles. Zemo watched as you gave yourself a few lazy strokes, his mouth watering at the sight of the cock he’d been dreaming about for far too long.

“You really are gone, aren’t you? You need this. You think this is for my good? We both know you’re the one aching to get fucked.” You taunted, loving his little groan and how quickly he nodded in response.

“Go on, spit on cock, get it nice and messy.” He could never even have dreamed you’d talk so filthy to him and he could hardly believe how quickly he wanted to do whatever you asked of him. He wasted no time, turning over, sinking onto his knees and practically worshipping your cock with his mouth, looking up at you with those big brown eyes. He was so determined to make you feel good, bobbing his head sluttily, almost your entire cock down his throat. His gasps filled the room, his own cock aching from being neglected for so long. After a little while, you grabbed him by the hair, pulling him off you and flipping him around so he was bent over the bed, ass in the air.

“You ready?” You teased, head of your slick cock rubbing against his hole.

“Yes, please mph, so ready.” He agreed, doing his best to press himself back down onto your cock. You couldn’t help but pull back just a little, spitting on his tight hole for good measure. He groaned at the feeling of your spit dripping down over his tight ring of muscle before you pressed your cock back into place, splitting him open with once quick thrust. Zemo yelped out, fingers clutching the bed sheets as you began to rut against him, filling him in a way he could never have believed. Little cries and chants of your name slipped from his mouth and God, were you ready to pound into him. His perky little ass was so tight and it was so damn exciting to see how badly he needed this.

“Please fuck me.” He hissed out, low and needy, gasping when you began to establish a decent pace. With every thrust his cock rutted against the bedsheets, precum staining them, not that he cared in the slightest.

“You’re so big, feel so full.” He almost whined, making you speed up just a little, knowing he was getting close. Your cock dragging against him was torturous, knowing his couldn’t reach for his own cock to ease his need.

“You’re close already? Knew you wouldn’t last long. Want you to feel all of me.” He groaned at your words but groaned even more as you changed angle, your cock now nailing his prostate with every thrust. He was a goner, eyes squeezed shut painfully tight, sobs and broken Sokovian falling from his lips, cum spilling from the head of his untouched cock as his whole body tightened, milking your orgasm from you too. You fucked him through your high, cum spilling into his clenching hole.

Your bodies were both sweaty and heaving as you pulled out, dressing yourself again quickly. You admired how his asshole twitched when you pulled out, wishing you were still inside him. Zemo looked absolutely blissed out, completely wrecked by a kind of pleasure he hadn’t felt in years.

“I’ll get you fresh bed linens.” You promised, noticing how he barely even nodded in response before you headed off out of his cell and down the corridor.

Yes, this absolutely could end up very beneficial for both of you.

[octoberkait]

Learn Your Lesson

I can’t stop thinking about this man 😩

The amazing @certainaesthetic nailed it when she suggested overstim with Ransom, he’s just such a cocky asshole I could completely imagine him loving overstim. Thank you Harman, ily! 💗

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: Ransom livens up a boring dinner with his family

Warnings: Slightly NSFW gif right below the cut, Smut, overstimulation, fingering, penetration, lil degradation, unprotected sex, public sex, pet names, praise, food mention, pleasure Dom Ransom

Minors, do not interact

“Well look at that. Looks like you lied to me.” Ransom was one smug bastard, his pink lips curled into a smirk.

“N-no I didn’t mean to! I swear, I didn’t ah, didn’t think I could! I’m so sorry Ransom!” The little cry tumbled from your lips, your heart pounding, blood roaring through your veins at a pace so nauseating you swore you could hear it pumping through your body. Little aftershocks of pleasure wrecked your system, tingles originating from your dripping, exposed core.

“See, that’s your mistake. I don’t care if you think you can cum again or not. ‘M not askin’ you to think honey. Just askin’ you to respect me. If I tell you I’m going to make you cum again, I don’t want to hear back talk, I just want you to do it. You got it?” He was dumbing it down for you and you could only nod, blissed out and keening on the bed, whining as Ransom slipped his fingers from your body, wiping them on the bedsheets.

He’d had you stripped naked for almost two hours now while he sat fully clothed. Your body had become his escape. The only way he could rid himself of the frustration and anger that his family boiled up inside him.

He started off by teasing you in front of them, two thick fingers working their way under your little sundress at dinner, daring you to make a sound.

God, they had curled inside you perfectly, your own slick noises distracting you to the point you couldn’t even focus on bringing the fork to your mouth.

You weren’t even ashamed of the fact he had made you cum in a room full of his family. He wasn’t ashamed so why should you be? If anything, he was more turned on than you had ever seen him before, cockily pulling his fingers from you, slipping them nonchalantly into his mouth.

Your little show together went entirely unnoticed, his family too absorbed in their own petty nonsense to notice Ransom making his girl quiver under the table.

But now here you both were, another five orgasms later and you were about to be forced into another as punishment for “lying”.

It hadn’t been a lie. After how intense your fifth orgasm had been, you truly didn’t think you would handle another, only for Ransom to prove you wrong and force you into a sixth. Sure, you knew your safeword but you didn’t feel like you needed it just yet.

“You learnt your lesson yet baby? You’re not gonna lie to me again are you? Cause I know you’re lovin’ this. You’re gonna cum once more as punishment for talking back to me and then you’re off the hook.” His huge hand gripped your chin, fingers still wet and sticky with your own arousal and God, he was right. You did love it. You loved every second. You loved feeling so wrung out, giving up control, letting him take and take and take from your body until you were used and spent. And as much as you loved it, Ransom loved it even more.

The sound of his zipper drew you back to reality, the sight of his huge, veiny arms alone would probably have turned you on under any other circumstances. His slacks and underwear hit the floor unceremoniously before his jumper followed, leaving him naked in front of you.

You were almost too focused on sucking in deep breaths to notice the bed dipping with his weight, the hot assault of his mouth on yours making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

His huge hands ran down your body, making out with you like you needed the foreplay. You didn’t. Six orgasms was more than enough foreplay.

His hands were always so soft, something you noticed as they landed on the outside of your thighs. One of the joys of dating a man who hadn’t had to do a single day of manual labour in his life.

He settled neatly between your legs, not wasting any time before he was lined up with your entrance and pressing into you with a little breathy ‘oh shit.’

You were squirming, the drag of his thick cock against your overworked walls was relentless.

“Fuck, you know what I love about you? This pussy is still grippin’ me like you need this. Cause you do, don’t you? You needa be used as badly as I needa use you. Keep tellin’ you honey, we’re made for each other.” His groans sent a shiver down your spine, your fingers clawing mercilessly at the bedsheets. Your head was flung back against the plush pillows, his lips and hot breath meeting the skin at the crook of your neck where his face was buried.

Each stroke was almost unbearable. Your tiny pleas getting lost in the thick bedroom air.

“Ransom, oh God, right there, oh please baby, ‘s so deep.” You had no idea what you were saying but Ransom sure did. You were still begging for him, just like he knew you would. Just like you always did.

“Fuck, you’ve no idea what this pussy does to me. Never gonna get enough. Fuckin’ addicted.” One hand on each thigh pulled your legs up higher around his waist, pulling a groan from both of you at the fact he was now impossibly deeper inside you. His tip slamming into your overstimulated g-spot almost had tears forming behind your eyes, your fingers clawing dark lines down his back.

You loved getting him like this, his forehead sweaty and pressed against you, breath fogging up your skin while his cock twitched with want inside you.

Ransom was life’s simplest and most lavish pleasure all at once.

“Rub yourself baby. Want you to do it. Want you to make yourself cum this time.” You knew better than to protest, a hand slipping between your bodies as soon as the words left his mouth.

An almost embarrassing little mewl slipped from your lips when your fingers met your oversensitive bundle of nerves, the tight circular motions driving your body involuntary closer to Ransom’s.

“That’s it honey, jus’ like that. Can feel you tryin’ to milk my cock. Pussy really can’t take much more can it? ‘M almost there.” His voice came out as more of a strained whisper, cracking and breaking deliciously, completely losing himself in your body.

“Ran, I’m so close, please, harder.” How was Ransom possibly going to deny you that after everything you’d given him tonight?

His thrusts sped up, sinking into you so deep it made you shudder and you knew you were a goner. Your body trembled, shaking under him, blinding pleasure taking over once more. You swore you could see stars and you couldn’t possibly have cared how you sounded in the moment, desperate pleas falling from you while Ransom dragged you to Heaven once more.

Your nails clawing his back drove Ransom over the edge, the desperation from you driving him wild. He came with a low groan, not that you really even noticed.

Your foggy brain barely even registered him thrusting inside you and remaining there, emptying himself inside you like he had dreamed of doing all evening.

“You’re taking every last drop baby, shit. Pretty pussy needs this doesn’t it?” You were so dazed you hardly heard what he said but you did notice when he pulled out of you, flopping exhausted and panting onto the bed and pulling you practically on top of him.

One huge hand cradled your head against his chest, the other stroking your waist, kisses peppered to your forehead and little praises lulling you into the best sleep of your life.

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[octoberkait]

Today’s horny thot: me

Super slow passionate sex with endgame Steve who’s too big to fit the whole way in 😩 (and because I’m a filthy whore, here’s cowgirl too)

Minors, do not interact

Like he’s just so worked up he can’t even think straight, his body is telling him he needs more of you

But he doesn’t even know how to get more, he’s already buried inside you, giving you deep, calculated strokes that knock the air from your lungs and you hardly even realise it but you’re shaking underneath him from so many orgasms.

And he’s loving the feeling of your nails digging into his arms and shoulders and back, marking him up as yours while you whimper, somewhere between pain and pleasure, lost in the fullness of his cock inside you

And you’ve already made a wet patch on the bed beneath you because you’ve cum so many times your body is just dripping around his cock, still needing more

He’s everywhere. He’s all around you, pressed so firmly on top of you to make sure there’s not another millimetre of dick that he thinks you can take that’s not being forced into your oversenstive body, his arms are casing you in and his head is dropped to the crook of your neck while he ruts into you

And he’s absolutely filthy

“God, no one takes this fat dick like you do, that’s why you’re my best girl.”

“Can’t get any deeper ‘nside you honey, wigglin’ those little hips won’t get you anywhere, so fuckin’ needy for more even though you can’t take it all.”

And you’re living for it, whining and keening against his body, hoping against hope that you can just take a little bit more even though your body has no space left to accommodate him

He deadass growls every time you move, your silky walls clenching and flexing around him in a way that he just can’t handle

“Oh no, don’t move bunny, feels so good, gonna make me cum before I’ve had a chance to squeeze all this cock into you.”

[octoberkait]

Overtime

Pairings: Jake Jensen x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Late nights with Jake Jensen and Bucky Barnes pay off. Word Count: Over 1.7k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, slight voyeurism, slight exhibitionism, slight feels, dirty talking, Hacker Jensen and Bucky (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: A fic for Sinday. Feeling a bit disheartened lately, I remembered one of the reasons why I love to write. I also remembered how important creator content is. They inspire and bring joy to so many. They deserve thanks. Banner created by yours truly, but Jensen and Bucky edits and credit go to @nix-akimbo​! Without you, I wouldn’t have Invisible Ink. This fic is for you!  Beta read by the wonderful @eurynome827​, but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely!

This is also not to be confused with the other Hacker Bucky I have in the works. I can have both. 

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Getting lost in work was a normal thing for you. It wasn’t done on purpose. You took your job seriously and had a hard time saying “no” when given more to do. So, naturally, when Jake Jensen and Bucky Barnes asked you to help with a project, you easily caved. 

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