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hertzwritings · 2 years

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Ruined

A/N: The lovely @one-sweet-gubler wanted something both angsty, fluffy and smutty, and who am I to deny that request? I would never deny that! I love you and thank you for requesting, my sweetheart!

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Pairing: Sebastian Stan x female reader

Warnings: language, flangsty smut (18+ MINORS DNI), p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, hair-pulling, slight praise-kink if you squint

Wordcount: 2.378

Ruined

You stepped inside of your best friend’s apartment, the silence pressing against your ears. You frowned and looked around, going from room to room, slightly concerned at the eerie quiet and the fact that he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Seb?” You called out. No answer. You set the bags of food down and sighed. “Seeeeeb?” You called out again, your heart speeding up. He was here, because the car was, and the door was unlocked – but the quiet of the apartment kind of made you want to vomit.

It wasn’t new for you to walk into his apartment without him – it was, after all, the reason you got a key a year back – and it had oftentimes been silent, but not like this. It was a pressing silence, that reminded you of the times, he got ready for interviews and wanted to die at the same time.

You finally reached the bedroom and opened the door and walked in. In the middle of the bed, with crossed leg, and staring straight out into the room, sat Sebastian. He was frowning and his mouth was folded into a scowl.

You had never, ever seen him like this, and you had known him for almost ten years. You had seen him through the bad, but he had never looked at you like he did right now. “Uh… Hi?” You said carefully, stepping into the room. His eyes followed you as you moved closer to him, and you sat down in front of him on the edge of the bed, waiting with bated breath and folded hands. He didn’t say anything. He simply kept staring at you. You frowned deeper now, feeling an unnerving feeling settle in your stomach. Maybe he finally got tired of you after all these years, finally seeing you as you were; nothing special compared to what he was. “Sebastian, are you okay…?” You asked quietly, your eyes flitting across the room, not really ready to look him in the eyes just yet.

“You.” He finally said in an angry, tense voice. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “You ruined my life.” “I’m sorry, what?” He narrowed his eyes at you. “You ruined my goddamn life.” He spat at you, eyes shooting daggers at you. Your heart broke. You loved him and had loved him for maybe 9 years and 23 hours, and the thought of him thinking you ruined his life, made you want to crumble in a heap on the floor. You had had this fear since you met him, but especially since his career really took off, feeling very much on the sideline and very wrong in the company of the people, he was around most of the time. It wouldn’t come as a surprise if he decided that he finally had enough or felt like you weren’t really… Well, good enough for him. You thought back to whatever had happened in the week, since you saw him last. You didn’t do anything special. You went on one date, which sucked ass, stayed in it for far too long – he had only been interested in whatever connection you had to Sebastian, so that was a pretty clear no on your end. “Wait, how!?” you asked, finally finding your voice. He huffed and got off the bed in a fluid motion, his hands flying around his face as he began talking. “Where do I even fucking start!?” He huffed and turned to you, pointing an accusatory finger at you. You felt your heart almost exit your asshole as he glared holes in you, anger rolling off him in waves. “You smiled at me, for starters. You fucking dared smile one night ten years ago and then roped me right the fuck in.” “Uh…” He glared and you shut your mouth. “And then you had the nerve, the sheer fucking audacity to make me feel joy in life. By a lot. Do you have any idea how goddamn infuriating that is!?” You blanched. “Uh, sorry?” You were confused. “OH! Ooooh, yeah, you’re fucking gonna be!” He snarled. He looked absolutely feral, his hair sticking out in strange places and his blue eyes a blazing fire. “Because guess fucking what, I would die for you! Hope you’re happy!” “Dude, what the fuck?” “OH, and another thing! You make me feel all these things, make me act like an idiot to the point where even Chris is questioning it, and then you go on a goddamned date!? Like, who does that?!” He flung his arms out, and you tried to bite back a laugh. Oh lord, this man was about to ruin you. “And, and… You’re being all nice and cute and shit, bringing me food and smiling that fucking smile at me, acting like nothing is wrong in the world and then you just go… BAH.” He glared at you. “And you don’t even care. You’re soooooo perfect and nice, and then you just… Go and date someone without even thinking… Not that I think you’d even think of me that way, but still… And well, you’ve ruined my life, because I’m happy and would die for you and you’re GODDAMN SMILING AT ME, STOP IT.” You stood up and gently placed your hands on his shoulders.

“Seb, look at me.” He refused. “Hey, asshole, look at me.” He finally looked at you, the burning blaze behind his eyes making your stomach do somersaults. “You’re a dick. I thought you wanted to get me out of your life.” You said in a small voice. “What? No, never! I’m just really fucking annoyed that you did all of this to me and didn’t even think about it!” “I didn’t know I did those things, you asshat!” “Well… You should’ve!” he huffed. “Dude, I would die for you to, you absolute buffoon.” His breathing stopped for a moment. “What?” He mumbled, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips, as if he was trying to imprint the movements of them as you spoke again. “Buddy. Are you really going to make me say it?” “Yes.” He pouted a little. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his face in between your hands. “I fucking love you.” “I hate you.” He said as a knee-jerk reaction. “Ha, sure you do. I’ll just leave then…” You made to move, but he grabbed you by the waist. “No, the fuck you won’t.”

His lips were on your in an instant, and you smiled against them, pulling him closer by his shirt. You moaned against him as his tongue slid against yours and he hugged you closely, his hands traveling up the back of your shirt, unclasping your bra. You shimmied it out from your shirt, quickly removing it, before placing your hands back on his shirt, unbuttoning it as quickly as you could. He almost tore the fabric in desperation to get it off, and wen it was, you moaned at the feeling of his muscles moving under his skin. You were burning as he pushed you back into the bed, his lips only leaving yours as he shimmied your pants down your legs and removed his own – he quickly crawled over you, lips feverish on yours as he pushed your shirt out of the way and let his hands go to your breast, a low moan in his throat as he rolled your nipple between his fingers and you arched your back against him, your hands desperate against the waistband of his boxers.

It was frantic and hot, heavy with lust – you finally got a grip on it and pushed them down, a slight hiss from his lips as you pushed it past his large, throbbing cock. Your eyes almost rolled back in your head as you felt it under your fingers, hot and heavy, as you wrapped your hands around it and began pumping. His hips snapped and he moved into your hand and his right one yanked your underwear off as well and he wasted no time letting his fingers dip into your wetness, coating his fingers with it. “Fuck…” he mumbled against your lips, and you mewled at the feeling of the pads of his fingers pushed against your dripping hole. “You want this?” His voice was low and desperate, like he was waiting for rejection. “You put your fingers in me, or so help me, God…” you ended your sentence in a breathy moan as he pushed inside of you with two fingers, curling them up and began pumping hard, clearly doing his deed to get you off. You were moaning and writhing under him, your hand loosely gathered around his length, pumping it; he growled as you tightened your grip when he picked up speed, and you arched your back – his fingers moved relentlessly in you, and he chuckled a little against your lips. “Want it already, sweetheart?” he moaned against you, his hips moving on their own as he began fucking himself in your hand; you whined against him and nodded vigorously, desperate for release. “Please, Seb…” Your plea seemed to spur him on and he began pumping his fingers furiously, muttering profanities as he did, his own hips stuttering. “Fuck!” You practically screamed as you came undone around his fingers, exploding in pleasure. Your entire body was taught like a bowstring and you couldn’t think about anything else than his fingers pumping in and out of you, drawing pleasure from you like you’d suck venom from a snakebite. You saw stars as wetness gushed down your legs and your legs shook, waves of pleasure rolling over you and taking your breath away.

“You want me?” He mumbled, kissing your neck lazily. “Yes.” Your voice was clear as day despite the pleasure and lust clouding your brain. There was nothing else, you’d rather want. He slowly unwrapped your hand from his length and positioned himself to line up with your hole, stopping before going in. “Uh…” “We’re good.” You said, your hand on his shoulders, trying to claw your way to him entering you. He shot you a mischievous smile and entered you, slowly letting you adjust to his size. You were gasping as he entered inch by inch until he bottomed out – he was huge and you felt full to a point, where it almost hurt. You were panting, his name rolling from your lips as he shook with willpower to stay still as your walls throbbed around him, pulling him into you. “Fucking hell, I’ve waited years for this…” He mumbled, looking down at where your bodies joined; the look in his eyes sent you reeling, the possessiveness and pride in them was enough to almost make you tip over the edge again. “Move.” He didn’t wait a second.

He snapped his hips, pulling out until he was almost out, and then he began moving; you moaned at the feeling of him dragging against your walls, and you clawed at his naked back, a hiss flying over his lips as your nails dug into his skin, and his hips stuttered. You moaned his name again and again, almost in tandem with his thrusts.

You were both lost completely to the feeling; you were both sweating, and the sound of your skin slapping against each other as he fucked you deeply, filled the room – you were rolling your hips to meet his thrusts and there was no rhyme or reason to the movements, simply just lost in the pleasure. You felt yourself get closer to the edge again, your legs shaking and heart hammering. “I’m close…” You whispered and he growled, his speed picking up again as he tried to get you to come. “Shit, you feel fucking amazing.” He mumbled, a hand in your hair and tugging it lightly. You groaned at the feeling and your walls fluttered around him as he did. “Oh, like that, baby?” his voice was dripping honey as he fucked you deeply and tugged at your hair again. You hissed a yes, your eyes rolling back as he held your hair tightly and moved a little, the new position letting him angle his cock deeper inside of you, the tip nudging at your cervix – you mewled as you felt yourself tighten around him, pulling him deeper. “Come for me, baby…” He tugged your hair harshly this time and you came undone.

You exploded around him, a scream of pleasure letting itself rip through your throat as you came hard, your nerves alight with pleasure; it ran through you like lightning and you tensed around him, your walls pulsing as you came down. If you died right here, right now, you’d die happy.

He roared and his rhythm stuttered as he neared his climax as well, hammering your dripping hole as fast as he could. You were panting under him, your arms grabbing a tight hold to his shoulders, clinging to him as he pounded into you – you felt him swell inside of you and wrapped your legs around his waist. “Fill me.” You whispered in his ear and tugged at his earlobe with your teeth.

He came hard. He growled loudly, burying his cock deeply in you as he came, hot, white ropes of cum filling you and painting your walls white. You felt the heat of it heat your lower abdomen and smiled at the feeling. You were both panting, almost gasping for air as you slowly let go of his shoulders and sagged against his bed, exhaling a satisfied breath. He bowed his head down to your chest, resting his sweaty forehead against your collarbone. His breath fanned over your chest, your nipples pebbling under it and he chuckled lightly, flicking it with his tongue.

“Stop you, asshole, I’m sensitive.” You moaned. He slowly pulled out of you and laid down next to you and pulled you to his chest. “You ruined my life, too, you know?” you whispered, smiling happily against his chest as you felt is spend slowly drip from you. “Ha, hopefully I did.” He whispered back, kissing your hair. “What now?” You asked gently. “Wellll…. I think there’s plenty of positions to try out…” He grinned wickedly and pulled your face to his, kissing you deeply again.

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shellbilee · 2 years

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CURRENT WIPS

Just in case anyone was interested, here are the giant list of WIPs I am currently working on, because clearly I have no self control to finish things before I start new ones. My new years resolution was to write and post more this year, so all going well, I’ll have one up by the end of the week!

If you’d like to be tagged in anything, please just ask!

B xx

In no particular order -

Senses - Matt Murdock x You/Reader fic

I just started watching Daredevil and holy hell I am HOOKED on a certain blind lawyer, PLEASE let me join this fandom. The start of many Matt Murdock fics, please get ready for SMUT

Untitled TASM fic - TASM!Peter Parker x You/Reader

Fluffy and a little bit of hinted smut - though this may change as I get closer to the end!

Would You Like Some Company Part 3 - Chris Evans x You

A smutty finale to parts 1 & 2, that is really just porn with a tiny bit of plot

Untitled Sebastian Stan One Shot - Sebastian Stan x OFC

I started this as a gift for someone and then writers block hit me hard, both smut and fluff. My first ever Seb fic!

Classic Chapter 17 - Henry Cavill x OFC

Next chapter of my Henry series. At least I’ve finished mapping out the rest of the story, only another 15 chapters to go ahhh

Untitled Chris Evans Mini Series - Chris Evans x OFC (or reader)

In which OFC/reader gets stuck in Boston during a snowstorm over Thanksgiving, and winds up spending the holiday with the Evans family. She’s engaged to her fiance back home but finds herself connecting and falling hard for Chris. Fluff and a whole lot of angst!

Upended, Chris Evans Mini Series - Chris Evans x OFC

OFC’s sister passes away unexpectedly and she takes over the care of her niece and nephew, moving to Boston to continue her sister’s wishes for her kids. She’s losing all control, doesn’t know what to do because kids were never in her plans. Meets Lisa Evans during a breakdown and later Chris. Fluff, smut and angst!

Anchors Away Mini Series - Chris Evans x OFC

OFC meets Chris on a cruise holiday. Summer romance in the tropics ensues. Fluff & smut. **This is quite literally almost finished and just needs editing. I just, don’t know, am not super happy with it!

It takes two - Steve Rogers x OFC (or reader)

Steve Rogers finally gets to have his dance. Years later after Peggy’s death, Steve decides to fulfill her wish and goes to a dance studio to learn how to dance. Meets the down to earth, old at heart studio owner and falls in love with her.

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buck-nialled · 3 years

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3:1 - B. Barnes Imagine

NOTE: this is my first time writing for bucky or sebastian stan in general so feedback is appreciated! please let me know if you like this and if you'd like to see more. THIS DOES CONTAIN SMUTTY UNDERTONES TOWARDS THE END, MINORS DNI

TAGLIST: I just added sebastian stan/characters to my taglist form so if you already filled it out before just message me and I'll add you to this one.

three times bucky was clueless with technology and the one time he used it right

Despite spending most of his less-than-average life inside of a giant freezer and aging up to triple digits—if we’re speaking technically, your boyfriend still gained many physical benefits compared to most men his age. For one thing, he is still alive and breathing—a huge accomplishment, if anything, maybe even a record. The physical appearance and athletic ability he still maintained were not a downside either. As far as anybody is concerned, James Buchanan Barnes appears like any other millennial/super-soldier/metal arm-bearing person.

With exception to the fact that the man himself can’t even call you on your phone without needing assistance. That sentence is way less sad when taking into account that he was not alive for the upbringing of touch screens and AI’s, which happened to be waiting everywhere around the complex to aid him and his various, enigmatic asks, such as:

“My phone died. How do I revive it?”

“What did I win a free iPad for?”

“Friday, what does the word ‘bih’ mean?”

Once speaking the last one, he is left unanswered, and Friday is alerting you in the living area moments later.

“Y/N, Mr. Barnes is needing your assistance with a text you sent. He would like a definition of the word ‘bih’ but I cannot find it in my dictionary.” The AI asking for your help in babysitting Bucky on his phone earns a snort from you.

“Thanks, Friday. I’ll go help him.” You heave yourself up from the couch cushion and march towards his bedroom--technically, it is both of yours now. After reaching the entrance, a smile crawls onto your lips at the sight before you. The hefty Miriam-Webster English dictionary splayed open on your lover’s lap as he flips through pages, reciting miscellaneous words his eyes land on in search of the one from your message.

“Big, bin, bio…” Seconds later, he is slamming the book shut and tossing it aside. A loud thud resounds across the room as you watch it land on the hardwood floor. When you glance back up to announce your presence to Bucky, you see his gaze already transfixed on you. A quiet huff comes from him, and his eyes avert from your figure in the doorway, his cheeks becoming tinged with an opaque red. It was no puzzle that the sergeant despised calling for help, even on the minuscule tasks, like how to turn the flash of his camera off or define a slang term unbeknownst to him until your message was delivered to his phone.

“A little birdy told me you needed help.” You cross your arms over your chest, leaning against the doorframe with a satisfied smirk. You were one of the few and trusted Bucky had learned to open up to in the time that you have come to know him. No matter the issue, or how long it took for you to wear down the stubbornness on his tongue, the plea would sound eventually.

“I just don’t know what this word means.” He grunts. “Is it a typo?”

A line of giggles fall from you at his hopelessly confused expression--eyebrows furrowed, pupils appearing lost in thought at this simple “code word” he couldn’t crack. It made you want to swaddle him in the softest blanket and cuddle him until eternity.

“That’s because it’s not a real word,” you begin through laughs. The scrunch on his face only deepens in its perplexity. “‘Bih’ is short for...it’s short for bitch.” You shrug. His mouth parts in revelation.

“So you...you think I’m a…” he turns his eyes down to the pixelated string of messages…”thick female dog?” You snicker.

“‘Thick bih’ is a compliment, Buck. It just means I like your body a lot.”

“Oh...thank you?” He casts his eyes up at you once more, quirking a brow.

“You’re welcome.”

“Anyways...now that you’re here. I emailed you a photo.” He shoots a wink in your direction. Almost as though you two had traded faces, the confused look transferred over to your wrinkled forehead and tilted head.

“Oh...okay. I’ll check it later.”

You thought nothing of it, and let his statement slip your mind. It was not until later that you decided to scan through your emails with Wanda, who mentioned something mission-related in your inbox that she demanded the two of you look at and study. As you skimmed through to find it, you deleted several junk emails and starred some important ones. When you landed on the electronic mail your boyfriend mentioned earlier and clicked on it, your breath left you at the large photo of his considerably-sized girth.

“Woah! Woah!” Wanda squeals, reaching her hand up to shield her eyes now tainted with the sight of your man’s junk. The early afternoon comes back into your mind, with you against the doorframe, Bucky throwing the dictionary and demanding a translation of your text, and the wink he threw at you.

Of course, the wink. It should have been obvious what the intentions behind his email were at that point, but then again it really shouldn’t have. Because who sends nude photos over email?

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, now wearing red cheeks. You turn to face Wanda who is already out of her seat and facing away from the computer screen, calling back to you in a desperate scurry to her room, “We’ll just talk later!”

“Bucky,” you enter the bedroom with a growl minutes later, a rather great contrast to what you were feeling earlier in the day.

“Hey, doll. Did you ever open my email?” He was seated on the edge of the bed, eyeing something on his phone. He quickly pockets it, allowing you his undivided attention.

“Yeah, and Wanda had something to say about it too.” The comment came out through gritted teeth, but he deciphered every word. His blue eyes enlarged, petrified.

“She was with you? Wh-why’d you let her see it?” He almost squeals in his fit of mortification. Serves him right, you think to yourself. He won’t have to face Wanda and apologize to her later.

“I didn’t know when you said “picture” earlier you meant a nude! Who sends a dick pic over email, Bucky?” Silence follows your outcry until his deep voice pipes up moments later.

“Is that not normal?” He is fiddling with his fingers, clenching his teeth in anticipation of your answer. Which is an expected:

“No.” The man in front of you turns feeble, wearing a humiliated face that turns your insides to mush. The twenty-plus minutes of lashing you were practicing in your head on your walk to the room disappeared as he turns his face down.

“I’m sorry, doll. You know...you know I’m not good with this stuff.” A sigh exits your lips as Bucky is approached by your consoling figure. You take a seat beside him on the bed and a comforting hand takes place on his metal shoulder, with you leaning your head down on the flesh one, closest to you.

“I know, Buck. Just warn a girl next time...with more than a wink.”

“In 1943 that was considered a warning.” The two of you chuckle.

“You know what, better yet...” your hands are flying to his pocket before he can stop them. He barely utters the question before you’re fingertips are tapping across the screen.

“Hey, what’re you--”

“You should really put a lock on this thing.” You chuckle. “A thumbprint, passcode...something.”

“You can do that?” His ludicrous question has you fighting a roll of your eyes. Shaking your head, you wait a few moments for the application to install on the device, and smile triumphantly when the neon yellow square pops up on his home screen. The white ghost in the middle of the icon stares back at him when you place the phone back in his hands.

“There you go.”

“What is this?” He clicks the app to find out for himself, only to be met with the options of logging in or creating an account.

“An app that’s appropriate for sending nudes.” Shivers trail down his spine from your whisper against the shell of his ear. He hums, admiring the screen for a few seconds and taking no further action to make an account.

“You need help, don’t you?”

“It’d be appreciated.”

Since that encounter, your significant other has learned the basics of social platforms and how to properly exploit each one for his needs. Ignoring the one week where he discovered Snapchat filters and send photos of himself in every single one nonstop, the most common one you two have grown to use is the messaging application. It was efficient and easy for him to understand.

Until he, much like when he used Snapchat, discovered something new. And that something new was emojis. After receiving a Snapchat notification from him, which could no doubt be holding either a photo of him with the dancing weiner or his actual one, he shot you a text message from across the compound.

did you see my chatsnap? 🌚

You chose to disregard the blatant, incorrect name and reply:

yes, buck. I get notifications

and WHY THE HELL DID YOU SEND THAT EMOJI??? 😫

what? it’s just a moon 🌚🌚🌚 see?

I can see it’s a moon Bucky. Why did you choose that one?

It’s nighttime. and I’m smiling. It fits.

It’s creepy is what it is

It’s just a moon! 🌚

STOP SENDING IT! 😖😖

fine.

🌝

🤦‍♀️ that’s not what I meant

it’s not my fault you’re scared of the moon, y/n 💅

You chose to change the subject then, no longer holding the desire to stare at the infamous “molester moon” or bucky’s new use of emojis in a sassy manner

please tell me the snap you sent isn’t of the dancing hot dog again

I could tell you that

but I’d be lying if I did.

🙄

🌝 I think this one's my favorite

The third time Bucky struggled with the new-age doodads surrounding him, his rage was at an all-time high. But his reaction is justifiable after discovering it was purely out of fear.

“Do you know what the weather’s gonna be like tomorrow?” He mumbles as the two of you were longing on the bed, his head resting comfortably in the crook of your neck and shoulder.

“Not sure, why?”

“Was thinkin’ we could go to that café. The one with the jukebox.” His head bounces with your body as you let out a few light laughs.

“Because it’s the one piece of technology you can actually use?” He pulls away from you defensively, a frown smeared on his face.

He whines out. “I am not that bad with technology?” You roll your eyes and reach for your phone on the bedside table, clicking the button on the side.

“Hey Siri, what’s the weather look like tomorrow?” You ask aloud, cueing Bucky to furrow his eyebrows.

“Let’s see...the weather tomorrow—“ you were unable to hear the rest of the AI’s sentence due to the sight of Bucky springing out of bed and tugging the set of sharpened knives from his pants.

“Whose there? Who the hell said that?”

“Bucky—“

“I think the complex may have been hacked. Come on, let’s go get Bruce o-or somebody.” He stutters out in a panic, tugging your body behind him in a protective manner. Siri was still activated on your phone, which was now lying on the bed.

“I’m not quite sure I understand—“

“Who the hell are you?!” He demands in a loud voice.

“Bucky, Bucky…” you rest your hands on both his shoulders, urging him to calm down. “It’s just my phone.” After the quick reassurance, he feels his shoulders slump.

“Oh...oh…I knew that.” He puts his knives away, following you as you crawled back into bed. Before fully getting beneath the covers, he sheathes himself of his trousers and top, leaving him only in a pair of boxers.

“Sure you did.” You reply.

“I did.” He insists, before covering both of you with your comforter. Before succumbing to a much-needed rest though, he reaches over and grabs a knife left on the floor, tucking it beneath his pillow.

Just in case.

The following morning, Bucky is no longer paranoid that the complex was hijacked and broken into. Rather, his mind was on a package he ordered online (AND ALL BY HIMSELF, a large victory if you ask him) that, according to the tracker, is one stop away. When you peeked your eyes open to admire him beneath the covers basking in the morning glow, his mischievous smile lit something warm inside you.

“What’s got you so smiley?” You yawn through languid blinks. He only responds with a shrug, aiming to keep the box a secret.

“Big day ahead, why don’t you go start us a shower. I’ll meet you there.” He smirks, blue eyes flashing with something cunning. At this point, you were even more curious.

“Big day? I thought we were just going for coffee?”

“When I’m with you, it’s always a big day.” His raspy voice is sly, metal hand even slyer as it glides up and down your hip.

“Alright Barnes, you win. See you in a minute.” You press your lips to his for a short few seconds and heave your body up from the bed to venture to the connected bathroom. As soon as you crack the door behind you, Bucky leaps from his spot in the sheets and nearly stumbles to the ground, his foot getting tangled in part of the bedding. He wastes no time scurrying to the front door, nearly nude and praying to God nobody would cross paths with him. Seeing the package laying on the doormat in all its glory--Bucky swore he heard angels singing hymns from above. Taking it into his grip and hustling back to his room took little-to-no time. When he slipped inside of the bathroom, he found you removing your hair from the messy knot you threw it up in the night prior, the rest of you bare.

He dropped his boxers and followed you inside the transparent cube, soon to become fogged with the warm steam and your panting breaths if he is lucky enough to pull another round from you.

Spoiler alert, he got lucky. Twice.

Whilst getting dressed, he halts your attempt at wiggling on a pair of leggings.

"I have a surprise for you." He says, waltzing over to the package he haphazardly threw on the bed in his eagerness to join you in the shower. The package lies in your hands seconds later, Bucky delivering you a nod as permission to tear it open. Once you do, your jaw unhinges at the packaging.

The small, pink sex toy stared back at you in all its glory. You could only muster a few blinks at it, wondering how your boyfriend managed to deliver this to himself all on his own yet still strains himself in trying to change his profile picture.

"Wha--how..." you are at a loss of words, to say the least. His piercing blue eyes grow dark at the sight of you holding his surprise.

"It's a big day today, because..." he snatches the packaged toy from you, beginning to open it, "you're gonna wear this out for me today. And I'm gonna control it." Your eyes grow big at his explanation before they dart to the now unpackaged vibrator.

"There's no remote." You point out, and gasp as Bucky holds up his phone for your eyes to see. The application which connects the controls of the vibrator to his phone stares back at you dauntingly.

"Figured I'd give this wifi-powered one a try. But, you know how I am with technology so...it may take awhile for me to get the hang of it," his tone is sultry as he mumbles, and it sends chills through you that directly target your privates. His eyes bore into yours, still holding that look of playfulness from earlier.

"Finish getting ready, doll. I'm ready to take this thing for a test drive."

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henryandkalcavillsdogpack41482 · 2 years

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Birthday Girl Teaser (Sebastian Stan Revised Version)

Birthday Girl Teaser

Birthday Checklist According To Her Secret Admirer:

You

Birthday Cake

Sparkling Cider

Birthday Sex

Birthday Girl Will Officially Be Blowing Out Her 30 Fucking 9 Candles On April 14, 2021

#Sebastian Stan and Reader #Smutty Sebastian Stan one Shot #Birthday Girl Teaser #Birthday Sex #Aries #Fucking Thirty Nine #39 Year Old Virgin #Dirty Thirties #Aries Birthday #Birthday Checklist You Me Birthday Cake Sparkling Cider Birthday Sex #Sexy Times #Sexy Famous Romanian Actor Secret Admirer

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valkirsif · 3 years

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Mad Hatter

Another gif for mine little smutty lady @learisa sorry for wait but finally finish <3

Jefferson (Sebastian Stan Mad Hatter) x Reader

Word 4300.. yea yea another long shot :)

Warning SMUT!! New kink calling Shibari, hold japanese art!

Y/N opened her eyes looking around confused, she remembered the day just passed, went to work and to the gym and spent the evening at dinner with her friends then went home and, after giving the cat food, was went to bed and now woke up in a colorful forest surrounded by giant flowers and butterflies, she got up thinking it was a dream like those she had as a child but felt lucid, the air brushed her face bringing with it the scent of raspberries, why did that place seem so familiar to her?

She followed the path of white stones and came to a crystalline lake and looked in the mirror, she no longer had pajamas in place, was wearing a colorful silk dress and a patchwork corset, she smiled more and more sure was dreaming, a group of goldfish climbed in surface and splashed it with cold water, she shivered and realized was awake .. she started to get really scared, where was it .. turned around and retraced her steps and once back saw her cat waiting next to her to the flower where she had woken up, came up calling him,

" Mefi cone did you get here?" she said stroking it, the cat's purr calmed her, "Do you know where we are?", the cat moved walking towards a rose garden, it seemed different from usual, she decided to follow him,

" Mefi .. Mephisto wait for me" said reaching him, behind the rose garden she saw a village, took the cat in her arms and walked away.

A woman went to meet her smiling,

"You're back!!" she said hugging her, "Come on I just took your favorite cake out of the oven",

Y/N thanked her by following her around the house trying to figure out who she was and how she got to know her,

"And you were good at watching over her," said to the cat pouring him some milk,

"In a couple of days you will return to normal quiet",

"I, I'm sorry but I have no idea who you are there that this place is" Y/N was confused,

"Oh dear you will think quietly" answered the woman pouring her the tea, "You have been beyond the borders for years it's normal" she smiled,

"Now rest, your room is ready",

Y/N looked out, it was already night and yet it seemed to her that she had just woken up, she went up to the room followed by the cat and collapsed in bed exhausted.

As it happened to her as a child she dreamed of what was her best friend .. the Hatter, the other children laughed at her because only she saw him but she didn't care, it was as she remembered him tall with dark hair always unkempt and bright blue eyes, ran to meet laughing with him top hat too big to be true and his colored clothes, she had ribbons and bows sticking out of his pockets, took her in his arms and spun her around .. she woke up cheerful, when she sat up saw a boy sitting at the foot of the bed staring at her and got scared even though his eyes were familiar,

"Good morning Y/N" he said jumping on her lap, "You finally woke up", the girl was stunned that strange boy acted like a cat,

"Mephisto ??" she asked, bowing her head to the side to get a better look at him, yellow eyes and black hair, “Heaven is that you really? That woman said you'd be back to normal .. is this your usual shape?" she was full of questions and curious,

"Who did you think I was sorry?" he asked seriously, "I've lived with you for years and you don't recognize me?", Y/N shook her head pretending that it was all normal, they went down following the scent of cookies,

"Hello dear, I see that you have regained your shape" she said greeting them, "Sit down, the chocolate will arrive immediately",

"Thanks Marta" said Y/N by moving the chair, paused a moment remembering everything, Marta laughed putting them in front of a steaming cup,

"I have been here now I remember," she said in amazement, "As a child I was always from you .. I I hid in the attic when I was afraid .. ",

"You see you just had to rest to find your way home" smiled the woman giving her a pat on the head, "Do you remember anything else?",

"Only the Hatter" she answered smiling, " Where is he? I remember we were inseparable" she looked at Marta who had become serious, "Has something happened to him?",

"Child you have been missing for many years .. " she replied, ".. he is no longer the cheerful young man he used to be, when you disappeared something in him is broken, the cheerful Hatter no longer exists" she said sadly .. and scared,

"I can't believe it, please tell me everything .. " Y/N said desperately, Marta told her how he had changed little by little losing his colors and holing up in his shop,

".. he lives in solitude in the woods .. " she concluded, Y/N looked at her sad, the Hatter .. her Hatter, it was her fault even if she didn't know how it happened, it was her fault and she had to fix it, she got up putting on a cloak on the shoulders,

"Where do you think you're going miss?" Marta asked, stopping her, “You won't think about going to him .. ",

"Of course I'm going to him, it's my fault and I have to help him .. it's me he would never hurt me" Y/N replied coming out in a fury determined to save his friend, she asked for directions to the house and everyone tried to dissuade her, many had tried to talk to him without success, she reached the edge of the woods and took the road they told her.

She walked for hours little by little the wood was getting colder and bleaker, the only sound she heard was her footsteps on the dry leaves, reached the top of the hill and shivered for what she saw, under her there is were the house and the shop of the Hatter where once there was a green lawn full of daisies and tulips now desolation reigned, only barren earth and dead plants, even the house was different although it was the same as he remembered it had lost its colors, everything was black and gray, she felt like crying, noticed a light on in the shop while she was drying her eyes, took courage and walked to the house in less than 1 hour, walked around the house looking inside the windows to understand where he was, heard footsteps behind her and whirled around, she didn't have time to say anything .. someone put a hand on her mouth laughing, Y/N tried to wriggle away but the stranger held them tight and kept laughing dragging her into the store, he said something as soon as he took his hand from her mouth but could not, the hand was replaced by a bandage, the girl found herself bound and gagged sitting on an armchair without being able to do anything.

"Well well what do we have here?" said the familiar voice of the Hatter, "Someone new who sticks his nose where he should n't .. " he was walking around her touching her hair, lifting her face, ".. who are you?" he asked, stopping in front of her,

Y/N looked at him was what she remembered, tall, black hair disheveled, but the eyes did not ... those did not recognize them, the color of the sky in the morning had given way to the deep blue of the night, even the clothes were different the cylinder he was worn out and full of dust, he was wearing a waistcoat and black leather pants and a worn velvet jacket, shook her head trying to drop the bandage over his mouth to answer but couldn't move it was too tight,

"Who is this beautiful little girl?" he asked again taking her face in his hands, "So don't you want to tell me who you are?" he laughed maliciously, "Oh what a careless .. now you can answer" he said unfastening the gag,

"Hatter it's me" the girl answered anxiously, "I'm Y/N don't you remember me?" she asked, the man stepped back looking at her better, shaking his head,

" Mmm there is no Hatter here .. I'm Jefferson" he said taking a tape measure and measuring it, " Mmm no, you see, you're not Y/N .. she comes here .. did they stretch you maybe?" he asked showing her the sign of her height as a child,

"It's me I swear to you" she said desperately,

"I was lost but I came back for you" she said with shining eyes, "And you are my friend .." she couldn't finish the sentence, the man gagged her again and dragged into another room, Y/N immediately recognized her as a child playing among the fabrics in that room, the tables and sofas were gone, the woven fabrics hanging on the hooks on the wall and in the center of the room a kind of dark wooden X, the girl shivered when Jefferson took her by her wrists and tied her tight, the delicate silk had been thickly woven into a rope, she tried to rebel but it was useless he was stronger and more furious than her,

"Let's say I believe you" he laughed turning around her,

"And who are you who you say you are .. there is an easy way to find out .. " he said, taking a lock of hair in her hand, ".. but first the tea!!" he said disappearing into the house returning after a few minutes bringing with him a table set with tea, biscuits and sweets and he sat down pouring himself a steaming cup, sipping while continuing to look at her as if trying to figure out who it was, got up and took off the gag,

"So we can talk" he smiled, "I haven't talked to anyone for years .. no wait six months ago someone had the impudence to knock .. "

"And what happened to him?" Y/N asked scared,

" Nothing .. I sent him home" he said, shrugging,

"But let's come to us .. " he stood up and approached her, ".. let's see if you are who you say you are", he took a pair of big scissors from his pockets and started to cut the jacket starting from the wrists, slowly unstitched the sleeves .. one point at a time,

"Uh uh you are all wrapped up how nice !!" he laughed maniacally passing the booties that he blew one at a time, the jacket fell leaving her in a corset,

"How cute you are," he took her face in his hands and kissed her, Y/N tried to react by tightening the strings more,

"Too bad about the hair .. " he pulled back her head ferociously, unfastened her corset with a single theatrical gesture, took the ribbon and put her hair in a tight braid, "... so I like it more", he said two step back admiring her, Y/N was blushing violently, she was half naked and hung up and Jefferson was looking at her like a new toy,

"Really beautiful, pale and .." he complimented touching her breasts, ".. soft .. like a pastry" he laughed, letting the scissors down to her pants, quickly cut the fabric and the girl was naked and vulnerable in front of him,

"Let's see, let's see .. it should be here .. " he began to touch her, sliding his nimble fingers on her skin looking for something, ".. for all the cookies you are really her" he said amazed finding what he was looking for.. a small birthmark in the shape daisy on the thigh,

"I like what I see, you have grown well Y/N" he laughed going up bringing his hand between his legs, instinctively tried to close them,

"You said you came back for him .. " he whispered, "..you don't want him to touch you?" laughed kissing her, Y/N returned the kiss hoping to awaken the Hatter,

"Oh oh are you trying to get to him?" he asked tilting his head, "Quiet is safe .. in my head" he confided moving, he saw him moving happily around the room taking other colored ropes,

"Well and now let's play !!" he said removing her from the X and turning it, he brought her arms behind her back holding tightly, the girl wriggled, she began to pass the ribbons on the wrists intertwining them up on the arms creating a design,

"So it's cute .. " he laughed passing the ribbons on the breast, crossing them on the shoulders going down between the breasts with a braid, he continued on the hips embracing her ass with the design closing with a bow, walked away to see the result, "Beautiful beautiful beautiful "he hopped happily clapping his hands,

"You like?" he asked as continued to weave and tighten the ribbons on her back, "Hey I tell you .. I understand you don't like it" he said sadly,

"No no I like it" she said uncomfortably, " It's very tight though" she tried to move but the tapes tightened her,

".. mmm and how do they make you feel?" he asked mischievously pulling one of the ribbons that passed between her legs making her moan,

"Tell Jefferson .. I won't tell anyone" he whispered in her ear before biting her earlobe, Y/N threw her head back .. she wanted to be kissed,

".. it makes me feel good .." she moaned ".. Jefferson can I have a kiss?" she asked, ashamed of what she felt, the man went around her pulling her head back, putting his tongue in her mouth, pulling the ribbons on her breast, the knots tightened her nipples making her tremble,

"Let me finish sewing now" he said, leaving her hair and moving to take an armchair, "Here let's get comfortable" he invited her to sit down pushing her on the seat, made put her back straight and weaved new ribbons at the knots on the breast, fixing everything at the back supports, every time she breathed the ribbons tortured her breasts making her arch,

"Ah ah you have to stay still I'm not finished" he laughed bringing Y/N's legs up to the seat, there began again to weave ribbons on her skin blocking it, made two turns tying the calves to the thighs fixing everything to the armrest leaving her completely exposed and immobilized,

"Now you are perfect, a raspberry pastry" said approaching touching his work, every time she pulled a ribbon Y/N moaned, they were all connected in order to please her with every breath, he took two steps back and undressed, the girl couldn't take her eyes off his naked body, smooth muscular chest, strong arms and abdominals that looked like they were forged in granite, she blushed when saw his arousal, the man laughed as he touched his eyes fixed on hers,

"We haven't played in a long time .. " he laughed as approached, "..you want to play with me right? Like when you were little .. " he bit her lip making her scream, Y/N tasted her own blood, moved and a shock ran through her .. she had made the knots tighten all together and the pleasure invaded her, the man s 'he knelt in front of her, continuing to touch himself,

"Of course you want to play .. look at you, you're all wet" he laughed maliciously starting to touch her pussy, his nimble fingers slid over her, brushing her labia well away from her clit , went down to her ass and started to stimulate, pressing on her entered making her moan and pant, inserted a finger moving slowly to make her relax, entered and left her calmly laughing at her reactions,

"You would like to close these beautiful legs but you can't" he laughed, stopping touching and bringing the second hand on her pussy, spreading her labia and inserting two fingers into her pussy, stimulating both holes at the same time, Y/N snapped screaming with pleasure,

"Jefferson enough please .. " she cried panting, rivulets of salvation running down the sides of her lips, ".. it's too much .. I do n't want to .. ", the man raised his head and looked at her laughing,

"What don't you want pastry?" he asked pressing his palm on her clit , all the ribbons tightened in the girl's impetus,

"I do n't understand .. why are you stammering like crazy?" he asked inserting another finger into her pussy, felt her body try to contort to follow the rhythm dictated by her fingers and laughed maliciously,

"But if that's what you want .. " he said shrugging his shoulders removing his fingers from inside her, Y/N moaned in frustration, took the chair by the legs, lifted it and placed it on the ground making the girl almost upside down,

".. since you babbling at random let's make me fuck those beautiful pink lips" he suggested kneeling in front of her face, grabbed her by the hair smiling, "Come on like a good girl, open your mouth .. I want to see if it is true that you have lips soft as the Hatter says .." he held her nose,

Y/N had bright eyes she tried to resist but lacked air and opened her mouth, Jefferson put his cock in her delicate mouth enjoying the warm and moist sensation of her lips, he started to move holding her face so that she would not rebel,

".. oh yeah they are really soft .. " he moaned as picked up the pace, thrusting his cock into her throat, ".. soft and wet .. it's a really good feeling" he laughed stopping, moving her head as he wanted, every movement it made her shiver taking her breath away as Jefferson's cock gagged her more and more moving quickly in her mouth, he squeezed her hair enjoying it emptying inside her, Y/N tried to react but closed her nose,

"Come on up like a good girl .. drink it all .. " he growled panting, ".. here you clean it all up .. " he stared at her as she licked his cock with tears in her eyes, played with her nipples before getting back on her feet the armchair,

“It would take some music” he said to himself as opened a cabinet, “Oh there they are” he said victoriously, shaking some bells back towards her, “How do we fix them? Do you have any idea?" I watch her,

" I .. I don't know .. " she replied fearfully that he would hurt her,

" Mmm here .. " he said, passing a thread through the buttonholes, ".. stop .. I don't hurt you .. " he took her nipple and squeezed it to harden it to the maximum, the girl moaned when he tied one end of the thread to the nipple, passed to the second and went down by tying the thread of bells between the knots on the belly,

"Let's hear how it sounds .. " he said using two fingers to stimulate her clit with small circles, pressing to make her arch, the bells began to ring, ".. what heavenly music .." he laughed as happy as a child before raging on her lower abdomen, exposed her clit to be able to suck it by inserting fingers back into her pussy moving them like scissors inside her,

"JEFFERSON" she shouted fidgeting, ringing the bells and pulling the knots, her whole body trembled with excitement, "PLEASE", the man picked up the pace by inserting another finger into her pussy licking her clit fervently,

"Come on baby girl" he growled between her legs, "I want to drink your honey"

Y/N came panting, drowning in pleasure she didn't care where her Hatter was she just wanted Jefferson not to stop pleasing her, he continued to rage on her body ignoring her prayers,

" Enough .. ENOUGH .. " she shouted out of himself from the force of the orgasm that he kept giving her, Jefferson detached himself from her wiping his mouth, stood up and kissed her before getting comfortable pouring himself a cup of tea,

"I have to decide what to get first" he said to himself as he sipped, "You have a really nice ass, it looks so cozy .. " he smiled at her, ".. but your pussy is so soft it would be a shame not to fuck her right away .." he relaxed a few minutes starting to touch his cock again,

"Can I have some tea?" asked Y/N, the man looked at her as if it was strange that a toy asked for a drink,

" Oops sorry for the rudeness .. how many lumps?" he asked pouring her a cup and bringing it to her, helped her drink while holding the cup, "Better?", Y/N nodded thanking,

"Now that we have refreshed ourselves, let's play some more, do you like the idea?" he asked moving her ass to the edge of the chair, rubbed his cock on her still wet pussy while playing with her ass,

"I did the count," he laughed by stuffing a finger in the ass moving slowly because it relaxed, "Guess won the ass" off his finger and began to push the cocks coming little by little in her, Y/N stiffened by tightening your butt more for the knots than for the pain,

"You have to be relaxed little girl I'll go in anyway" he grunted pushing, entering her completely, squeezed her breast kissing her, licking her tears smiling,

"There was little sugar in the tea .. you are salty" he said amazed, "I felt like I had enough sugar in it .. your pussy was very sweet .. listen ?!" he explained putting two fingers in her pussy before putting them in her mouth, "Feel how sweet you are?" he asked bending her head, Y/N licked and sucked his fingers lost in pleasure, Jeffersono began to move inside her increasing the thrusts, making the strings tighten creating a concert of bells and moans, she was his musical instrument and he was playing tapping all her keys, planted his nails on her breasts making her scream,

"Oh stars .. " she cried drooling with pleasure, ".. Jefferson .. he's so beautiful .. " she wanted to cling to him, get bitten and scratched again, she planted nails in the armrest, the man laughed, pulling himself up,

"There you are here .. " he said, looking as if seeing her for the first time, "..look look at last my little girl has grown .." he laughed touching the hair that were changing color, slowed turning to the table and took what seemed a telescope,

"Now that you have arrived we can really play!" he said happily, “You want it right? Come on, tell me you want it!!" he laughed putting the strange object in front of her face,

"I want everything you give me .. " she gasped realizing that the telescope was actually a colored crystal dildo , ".. I want to learn new games Jefferson" she smiled excitedly, the man kissed her and Y/N bit him as did he first, parted from her laughing,

"You're learning .. the Hatter always said that you are brilliant" he smiled licking the blood, dipped the dildo in honey and started rubbing it on her pussy, pushing on her clit , Y/N moaned like an animal in heat stimulated by what it was happening, she felt the knots pulling and the ropes scratching her skin, Jefferson's nails on her breasts, his body pressed to hers as he fucked her, the dildo pressing on her pussy,

"Here it is slowly." laughed the man pushing the dildo into her pussy little by little, "Look, look how beautiful it all goes in!!" he said happy that the pieces fit together, Y/N rolled her eyes curling her toes as Jefferson moved quickly in her ass playing with the dildo inside her,

"You are everywhere .. " she grunted excitedly drooling, ".. I want EVERYTHING" she prayed drowning in his eyes, getting lost in pleasure, Jefferson laughed taking all his holes faster and faster, excited by the yells of Y/N who came screaming, the last thing she saw before she fainted were the blue eyes of the Hatter, she woke up in her bed sweaty and breathless looking around, Mephisto was sleeping peacefully at the foot of the bed, she began to laugh .. had the most absurd and exciting dream of her life, she thought heard a laugh and saw the walls of the room as if they were out of focus .. from the outside Jefferson was looking at his new toy in the colored box he had put it in now it would never go away.

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et-lesailes · 4 years

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nice & tight

pairing: mobster!steve x virgin!reader

word count: 4283

summary: you are best friends with steve’s stepdaughter, but you’ve had a crush on steve for as long as you can remember-- despite his notorious reputation as a gang leader.

themes: smut, age gap

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You were sitting at the pool with your legs dangling in the water, though you weren’t interested in the partying going on before you. While everyone was drunkenly dancing around the massive yard or engaging in a huge chicken fight in the water, your eyes were casually flickering towards the windows of the mansion, teeth tugging on your lower lip.

You practically grew up in the Rogers’ household. Your own parents were often away on business trips, and your best friend Ciara Rogers basically ended up becoming your sister when her mother and stepfather extended their home to you whenever your parents were traveling for long periods of time. However, Ciara’s stepfather was not any normal working man.

Steve Rogers was a mobster, and a damn good one at that. He was the head honcho of his crew of men, hence the reason he had the money to buy and maintain such a huge home. Even the police in the area wouldn’t dare mess with him, and it wasn’t as though they had reason to- whatever Steve did, he was clever about doing it. He’d leave not one piece of evidence or reason to be suspicious, and so he got away with pretty much… anything.

You didn’t know exactly what he did. He wouldn’t particularly be sharing these details over a family dinner with his young stepdaughter and her friend. Whatever it was, he wanted his family out of it, and that was understandable. Still, no matter what his occupation was, you couldn’t help yourself- you had had a crush on the man since you were practically twelve, finding him to be exciting yet gentlemanly at the same time. You followed him around like a little puppy, and he simply found it cute and amusing. Ciara wasn’t even fazed; she had been raised in the gang life ever since she was a baby. She had seen relationships and sexual endeavors much worse and far more messed up- her own parents’ marriage was actually an open one, and so she had been used to each of them having other partners her entire life. Whenever she’d catch you staring at her dad, she’d simply laugh, roll her eyes and shake her head to herself.

Now, however, you were nineteen. A nineteen-year-old virgin, to be exact, and there was only one person whom you wanted to fix that. The kitchen lights turned on and your own eyes lit up as well. You stood up, looking down at your body. You had worn your skimpiest bikini, and it certainly wasn’t for the college boys who had been ogling you all night. Glancing around and seeing that Ciara was busy making out with someone clearly at least ten years older than her, you shook off the water from your feet before making your way to the door to the kitchen.

There stood Steve wearing nothing but a black wifebeater and jeans, rubbing his bearded jaw as he opened the fridge-- probably looking for a beer, no doubt. He grumbled something incoherently and you made a point of closing the door behind you for him to hear, a light smirk upon your face. “Sorry, the boys probably got to ‘em. There’s more bottles in the fridge in the garage, though, Ciara and I made sure to keep the garage door shut so your cars wouldn’t get ruined.” He turned to you, eyebrow raised in slight amusement. “Am I that much of an alcoholic that you knew I was looking for a beer?” he spoke in a naturally gruff tone, and you shamelessly nodded your head-- this was someone you had practically lived with for years, you didn’t have to try to be polite. “What can I say? I know you pretty well.” You murmured, making your voice as silky and airy as possible. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander over his muscled arms; even his pecs were practically rippling through the thin piece of clothing covering his chest. Could Ciara really blame you for being so attracted to him? The man could snap you in half with one hand, and for some damn reason, you loved that.

“Wanna walk with me?” you asked before he could respond, smiling innocently. “I was gonna get a drink too.” You took the opportunity to go ahead first, blatant about wiggling your ass in your tiny bikini bottoms for him as he followed behind. It would be too obvious to look back and see if he was staring, but God, you hoped he was. You wanted him to see you as an adult. Not the little girl who rushed to sit next to him at dinner or asked him about a million questions a day just for the purpose of talking to and being near him. The two of you entered the large garage and you switched the lights on, revealing his several prized luxury vehicles. You weren’t even the type of girl who was attracted to materialistic things, but you’d be lying if you didn’t think it was sexy that Steve had so much money.

“You didn’t seem like you were having too much fun out there.” Steve noted, leaning against the wall as you opened the fridge. “Mm? Were you watching me?” you asked nonchalantly, though you were secretly delighted. Was he finally coming around to the fact that you were a woman now? If not, you now had the opportunity to prove it even more-- his beloved beer was on the bottom shelf, and so you did not hesitate to bend over to reach for two bottles.

A scoff escaped his throat, his blues lingering on your ass shamelessly. “Bit hard not to when you’re strutting around in nothing but a few strings holding everything together.” He replied boldly, and you barely widened your eyes though couldn’t help but feel triumphant. So he did notice your body. You straightened back up and turned to face him, your demeanor cool and slightly seductive. “Would you rather me wear a turtleneck to a pool party?” you teased, handing him the bottle. He smirked, nodding for you to follow him back into the kitchen. “Maybe if it’s a party of horny, inexperienced boys, yeah. I don’t think they even know how to handle themselves around you, sweetheart.”

The word “inexperienced” stood out, suddenly making you feel a little self-conscious. What would he think when he found out you were, too? Sure, you had done other stuff with boys in the past, but would he think it was lame that you were a virgin? He was a gang leader, for Christ’s sake, he probably had perfect, sexually talented girls all over him every single week. However, you quickly shook the thoughts away. Ciara had once told you that men loved virgins. They loved how tight they were, and they loved the idea of taking away their innocence. You hoped this applied to Steve.

“What do you mean?” you asked, curious nonetheless; he took a bottle opener from a drawer and motioned for you to hand yours over, and you obliged. “I mean they probably think squeezing a girl’s tits like a goddamn sponge or practically scooping her vagina out with their fingers makes her orgasm.” He answered bluntly, opening your bottle and sliding it back over the marble island before opening his own. “Those schoolboys wouldn’t know what to do with a girl like you even if you gave ‘em a fucking manual.”

You took the bottle, taking a sip before nonchalantly leaning to rest your elbow on the counter, purposefully squeezing your chest together in your bikini. “A girl like me?” you repeated, your voice a little softer as you looked up at him with a small smirk. “And what kind of girl am I, Steve?” He studied you for a few moments, his eyes slightly darker as he stepped closer to you. Your heart was pounding now. Were you finally going to get your chance tonight? No, you couldn’t get your hopes up. You had been trying for this ever since you turned eighteen, and nothing yet. You were starting to think Steve simply wasn’t into significantly younger women, or perhaps he saw you as too much of a daughter figure.

“The kind of girl that’s been a little fucking tease, and clearly trying to get me in trouble with my wife.” Steve replied, his voice an octave lower as his eyes locked onto yours-- you almost had to look away from how intense they were. “Oh, please,” you whispered, trying to sound as confident as possible. “I know you guys have an open marriage. I’ve literally seen her giving head to your damn pool boy.” You retorted, straightening your body but remaining close to his. “She wouldn’t care.”

“Mm. You’re different.” He hummed, his voice still low as he took a sip of his beer, though kept his eyes on you afterwards. “You’re her daughter’s best friend. Which, I see, doesn’t seem to be of any concern to you…?” he remarked; at first, you felt a pang of guilt, but as you looked up into his eyes, you didn’t see any disgust or sense of reprimanding.

If you were reading him right, he was... turned on by this.

“It’s not.” You murmured straightforwardly, reaching for your beer and taking a large gulp before stepping even closer to him, boldly reaching out to run your fingers over his muscular biceps. Your heart was still racing, but your gut was telling you that this was going to work. “She doesn’t have to know. And even if she did find out, we both know she’s seen and done a lot worse.” To be honest, you weren’t quite sure how Ciara would react. Sure, she tolerated your crush on her father, but she probably didn’t think you’d ever act on it. The guilt came back for a second, but when Steve suddenly leaned down close, every thought in your brain disappeared. “As her father, I should probably be more concerned about what exactly you’re referring to when you say that, but you’re so fucking naughty you’re distracting me from even that responsibility.” He growled into your ear, and you had to physically force yourself to breathe normally. “Yeah? And do you have a problem with that?” you whispered, slowly turning your head to face his. Your lips were now inches apart, and at this point, if he didn’t have his way with you, you’d be mad. His eyes were practically boring through your own, almost as if testing your confidence and boldness to go through with this-- and you weren’t going to fail. You stared right back, even slowly running your tongue over your lips. “The only problem I have right now, darling,” he drawled deeply, “is that I’m rock hard because of you and you’re not doing anything about it.”

Before you knew it, he was scooping you up into his arms, lips on yours in an almost violent kiss as he easily carried you towards the staircase. You gasped in surprise but did not hesitate to kiss him back, happily allowing him access when his tongue pushed its way into your mouth. You slid one hand down to rub his bulge, and you almost squeaked in the middle of the kiss; he was certainly not lying about being hard, and he already felt big. You were starting to wonder what you had gotten yourself into, but you were immensely turned on at the same time.

He carried you into his grand master bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him and locking it. “You know,” he murmured as he tugged on your lower lip with a devious smirk, “my wife has a rule about bringing other partners into the bed, but I’m going to make you an exception.” You couldn’t help but giggle breathlessly, letting out a squeal when he suddenly tossed you onto the bed. You sat on your knees, looking up at him with flushed cheeks. “Oh? What did I do to deserve such an honor?” you teased, slowly playing with the strings of your bikini top. He watched hungrily, eyes remaining on your breasts as he muttered, “Oh, I don’t know, persistently tease the fuck out of me for the past year?”

You blinked, looking up at him hopefully. “You noticed?” He scoffed as he stepped closer, unbuckling his pants and palming at his bulge through his briefs with a low grunt. “Of course I fucking noticed. The way you’d wiggle that perfect ass just for me to see, or how you’d change with the door wide fuckin’ open. You were only being a little damn obvious.” He lowered his underwear and you couldn’t even respond to his observations-- you were too focused on being utterly shocked by his large, throbbing erection. It was safe to say you were a little intimidated.

He noticed this and smirked proudly, cocking his head as he suddenly tangled his fingers in your hair. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? You’re not too scared now, are you?” he teased with mock sympathy, his other hand pumping his shaft. “No!” you instantly exclaimed, a little too fast. He barely lifted a brow and you cleared your throat. “N-no, no, I’ve just… never seen one as big as yours before…” You mentally cursed to yourself; you needed to tell him you were a virgin, especially if he was using that thing-- there was no way you wouldn’t bleed. He didn’t seem to catch on. “Of course you haven’t. You’re so used to those scrawny boys too busy spending Mommy and Daddy’s money to pleasure a girl instead of knowing how to use their damn bodies. Has anyone even been able to make you finish before, princess?”

You bit your lip. Sure, you had been fingered and eaten out, but you had never reached your climax. He was right; the boys you were used to were useless. “I’ll take that as a no.” Steve stated after simply seeing your expression, shaking his head to himself before suddenly nodding authoritatively. “Well. Looks like we’ve got to make up for lost time, then.” He pushed you onto your back on the bed, hovering over you as he moved his mouth down to your neck, sucking roughly. You gasped in pleasure, tilting your head and letting out little whimpers-- and then you suddenly felt his fingers brush up your bare thigh, reaching your bikini bottoms and rubbing at your entrance slowly yet firmly. You couldn’t help but moan, tilting your head back and gripping the bedsheets with curled fists. You were so damn sensitive as it was, and with how skilled he appeared to be with the simplest of movements, you had the feeling he was definitely going to stick to his word. “That’s right, baby. Moan for me. Tell me you like it. Are you all wet for me?” he growled into your skin, and you nodded desperately as you rubbed your thighs together. “Y-yes, yes Steve, I’m wet! P-please, I want your fingers…”

He chuckled deeply and moved the skimpy piece of swimwear aside, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Patience, baby girl. Patience. I’m going to teach you how a real man does it.” You widened your eyes, moans becoming louder as he toyed with the highly responsive bundle of nerves, your breathing becoming airier. He pulled back to watch your face, clearly turned on from what he was seeing. “Damn. Those boys really had no idea what they were doing. How did they even fuck you, flop around on top of you like a dead fucking fish?” You were in too much of a daze to even feel nervous about the subject being brought up-- he soon pushed a finger inside you, pumping slowly as his thumb still flicked your clit. “Fuck. You are tight.” He noted with a low growl, his eyes studying your facial features as he moved his broad finger deeper. You could only reply with a whimper, barely beginning to rock your hips. He smirked and inserted another finger; you were only in discomfort for a few seconds before he began moving them expertly, letting you adjust. “Steve!” you gasped, instinctively reaching down to grip his wrist, though you were not trying to stop him. “Th-that… that feels good… m-more, please,” you begged, completely shocked; you had no idea that fingering could actually feel… nice. You really had been played by boys who had no idea what they were doing.

He kept pumping faster and deeper, fondling your clit even harder than before. “Mm fuck, you like that, don’t you sweetheart? You gonna cum for me, you naughty girl? Come on, let go. Show me how good that made you feel.” Your whines became more high pitched as you felt yourself getting close, your walls clenching around him and your back lifting off the mattress; you let yourself release with a loud gasp, completely breathless as you stared at him in awe. He simply removed his fingers nonchalantly, sticking them into his mouth and sucking as he looked at you with a cocky smirk. “Fucking delicious. I think I need more. But you know what I also need?”

He moved to your side to lay on his back, grabbing you and pulling you on top of him. You let out a little squeal, breathing heavily as you stared down at his face. “Wh-what?” you asked, and he smirked, making a “turn around” gesture with his finger demandingly. “Your lips wrapped around my cock, baby girl.” You almost let out a sigh of relief, glad to avoid the subject of your virginity for just a little longer-- you were great at blow jobs, you could handle this. You turned around, your ass hovering over his face as you leaned forward to pump him with a little smirk. “Yes, sir,” you purred, delighted to already hear the little grunts escaping his lips. You leaned down and gave his bulbous tip small kitten licks, making a point to wiggle your butt for him as you slowly began to take him into your mouth. Fuck, he was thick, but you were desperate to please him as much as you could. You hollowed your cheeks, bobbing your head up and down fitting in as much of him as you could. He brought his hands up to your ass, lowering your bottoms to squeeze and grope hard making you moan along his shaft, sending vibrations up his length; he groaned as he bucked his hips upwards, muttering in an almost guttural growl, “That’s it, baby girl, fuck you’re so good.”

Thriving off his praise and noises of approval, you kept sucking him off, your tongue up the vein along his underside-- and then you suddenly felt him pull your ass down, your mouth releasing his dick with a ‘pop’ in surprise. “Ste-” you started to question, but you lost your voice as you felt his tongue swipe across your wet slit, your body shuddering slightly. “O-oh…”

“Keep going, baby,” he commanded, his tongue flicking at your entrance teasingly, “but relax your body. Ride my face like a good girl so I can have another taste.” You lowered your butt obediently, feeling somewhat bad to be smothering him, but you soon realized he was clearly not bothered by this. As you took him back into your mouth, he slowly pushed his tongue inside, moving it around lightly yet skillfully as he explored your wetness. His hands were still roughly palming at your ass, even slapping each cheek every now and then. You loved and hated it at the same time; you were the one who wanted to be giving him pleasure, and now you were very much distracted by that thanks to him. You did your best to focus as you pumped his base, playing with his balls as you sucked hard; when you felt his lips suck at your clit, though, you almost lost it. “Steve!” you let out a muffled moan, mouth half off his length, and he simply groaned in response, attacking it even harder. You came and you blushed feeling him lap it all up, your legs quivering slightly. You had never experienced anything like this before; he made you cum before you made him, despite the fact you were literally sucking his dick? You suddenly questioned your talents and experience, feeling nervous again. What if you were the worst he’d ever had?

Almost as if he read your mind, he let out a little groan as he felt your hand work his base, your lips wrapped around his thick length. “Shit, sweetheart. As wonderful as your mouth is, I’m not interested in coming there. For now, anyways.” He sat up and you took your mouth off obediently, shifting to get back on your knees on the bed looking up at him breathlessly. The way he was looking at you was practically carnal- fuck, you had to speak now. He removed his shirt with one swift movement, then grabbed you and pushed you down on your back again, hovering over your smaller frame with a devious smirk as he pumped himself. “I’ve been waiting for this for a while now, you know that? You grew up to be so fucking sexy, it’s been driving me crazy.”

“Steve,” you suddenly blurted out, looking up at his face (which proved to be very challenging considering the fact his glorious abs were now revealed), “I-I’ve never… um… had sex before…” you practically whispered the last part, but he heard it. He blinked, his expression changing slightly, the smirk fading. “You’re a virgin, baby girl? Fuck.” He muttered, though he did not move as he stared down into your eyes. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I-- I thought if you knew, you wouldn’t find me attractive,” you admitted shyly, slowly reaching up to hold onto his biceps. “But I want to do this, Steve, I swear, I want you to be my first. Please. You said yourself, the boys I know wouldn’t know how to handle me, right? So you do it, you show me how it’s done, I-- I know you’ll make me feel good.” He looked down at you somewhat incredulously, letting out a soft scoff. “You thought I wouldn’t find you attractive? Hm. Baby.” He shook his head to himself. “I can’t think of anything better than being able to fuck that sweet, tight pussy and have you cum over and over for me again, whether you’re a virgin or not. As long as you’re giving me the okay.” He reached over to the nightstand, opening the drawer and taking out a bottle. “But I think we might need this.” You watched him open the lube with wide eyes, whispering, “Is it going to hurt?”

He looked down at you honestly, nodding his head murmuring naturally gruff, “A little. But I’ll make it feel good, sweetheart, I promise. You trust me, don’t you?” You immediately nodded your head. “Yes. Yes, I do. I-- I want you to fuck me, Steve, please.”

He was right-- it definitely hurt. He had been generous with the lube, considering the size of his length, but it took a while for him to enter even slightly deeper inside you; you were extremely tight and sensitive, after all, but he managed to be patient. His teeth were grit and his jawline was tense as he watched you, moving his hand to wipe tears from your cheek. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, and you shook your head immediately. “N-no, no, I’ll be fine.” You took a deep breath, just barely rocking your hips, letting yourself get used to his size.

It wasn’t long before you found out he was right again. It felt good. It felt great. He was soon moving his hips harder and faster and you were gladly rocking yours back against his, gasping and moaning in ecstasy as you tilted your head back. You didn’t care if anyone heard you, though you doubted it; his room was facing the front, and besides, the music playing for the party in the backyard was loud. All you cared about was him fucking you, making you feel euphoric with every thrust and groan that escaped from the back of his throat. “You’re so goddamn tight baby, fuck it feels good,” he growled, moving his hand to practically push up your bikini top and massage your breasts. “Shit, even your tits are perfect. I’m pissed at myself for not doing this sooner, you know that?” You could only moan in response, arching your back towards him as he toyed with your nipple in his fingers. He smirked weakly, pounding into you even harder. “God, I love watching you come undone just for me, baby girl… I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it.”

You were a breathless mess by the end of it all. Your orgasm ripped through you, your moans practically becoming screams, your nails digging into his bare back. He groaned loudly and pulled out, releasing his load all over your torso. You were panting as your eyes drifted along the thick, white streaks upon your stomach, slowly lying your arms down by your sides as you caught your breath. He moved to lay by your side, a smirk crossing his lips as he admired your features, clearly pleased you were so worn out because of him. “How was that for your first time, hm, sweetheart?”

You slowly turned your face towards him, your eyes staring at him in amazement as you tried to control your breathing. “I couldn’t have imagined it any better,” you whispered, smiling in excitement. “Thank you.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers au #steve rogers smut #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fanfiction

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years

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Not about angels (Part II) - Sebastian Stan smut

The one where Seb is the devil, you’re both reunited in hell and he’s very happy to get reacquainted with your body.

Warnings: anal sex, devil!Seb, oral sex (f) and I honestly can’t think of anything else

A/N: this is the smutty follow-up to this fic, but I guess it can be read as a pwp one-shot. Day 13 of kinktober, my prompts were anal sex and “you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” and this came out a lot more fluffy than intended. Again, unrevised. Lmk if you want to beta for me (or become my friend, I also need one of those).

Seb’s P.O.V.

She giggled just before I dropped her on the bed of my - well, now our - bedroom. “You’re the one who made me horny in the first place. So now it’s your responsibility to help me deal with it.” She bit her lip, pretending to think about it.

“Although I’m not 100% convinced of the veracity of your statement, I am completely and utterly prepared to ‘deal with it’, so come here at once!” Laughing, I let my pants drop on the floor before crawling up to her in bed. She looked just as eager as I was, and I was desperate to get my hands on her again.

“I missed you so much, darling…” I whispered against her skin as I kissed her everywhere I could. “I’m so glad you’re here.” Her sweet little giggle echoed off the walls of our bedroom again.

“Never thought I’d be saying this… but I’m glad I died, too.” Growling, I lightly bit her shoulder to warn her about her words, but it only made her giggle more. It made my insides warm and I wanted nothing more than to kiss her all over, remind her that she was mine and she’d only be mine until the end of time.

“I love you,” I reminded her, to which she opened the most beautiful smile, her hands coming up to cradle my face as her bright eyes read into my very essence. How could a human hold such power over the devil, I’d never understand, but regardless, I’d always be thankful for finding her.

“I love you too, Sebastian,” she whispered, prompting me to lean over and capture her lips in another breathtaking kiss. As expected, she was out of breath when I finally separated our faces again, leaving her lips plump and slightly darker from my nibbles.

Oh, she was magnificent. And she was all mine.

Slowly, I inched the edge of her dress so it’d uncover her perfect skin, so smooth to the touch, first revealing her incredible thighs, her panties-clad mouthwatering pussy, her soft, kissable stomach until her breasts came into view and I could pull it away completely.

“Tell me, how did I get so lucky?” She just giggled in response, but it was cut short by my lips wrapping around one of her nipples, while I tugged on the other. Immediately, her surprised gasp was replaced by satisfied moans and I felt my head spin just by the way those sweet little sounds took over the bedroom.

No one really should have this much power over the devil, but there wasn’t anything left to do now. I’d burn the whole world down if I had to learn how to live without her again. She’d be mine forever.

As I softly sucked marks on her breasts, one of my hands caressed its way up her body until it found a home around her neck, just like I’d taught her to enjoy. Just a tiny squeeze and she was a mess, her legs automatically opening wider, her hips jutting up in an effort to gather any sort of friction in the place where she was dripping already.

It was impossible not to smirk against her skin at the effect I had on her, but I forced myself to ignore her soft pleas as I continued to mark my path down her body, taking all the time in the world to get reacquainted with her under these new conditions.

We did have all the time in the world, after all. However, it seemed like Y/N wasn’t completely in agreement with my plans, by the way she continued to thrash around the bed, trying to urge me to speed my movements.

“Eager, baby?” I had to tease, to which she pouted, making me groan at the sight of her delicious bottom lip sticking out, begging to be sucked. I entertained my own desires for a second, biting down on it when I was done, before resuming my previous position. “Now let me taste you again, darling. You know, I think I forgot what you taste like.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I wanted to roll my eyes at his antics, but then his warm tongue licked a line up my pussy and I was reduced to a puddle of my own desires. “Hmm… Just as sweet as I remembered, my love.”

I gasped as he delved in with even more fervor, sticking his tongue as far as it could go inside my hole, and my hips thrusted up on their own accord. “You… You ate me out just this morning, before you went to wor… before you came here.”

Sebastian hummed against my clit that he was now sucking, the vibrations travelling across my body and making me cry out. “Time works differently around here. Besides, any minute apart from you feels like a century.”

One of his hands made its way up my body to play with my erect nipples, before pulling it roughly. He knew how much I appreciated that little bite of pain. “Yo-you’re very… dramatic,” I accused, still trying to control my reactions as he slurped me eagerly. This time, he didn’t pay me any attention, too occupied with the exploration of my pussy with two of his fingers.

He had me cumming on his mouth within seconds.

“You’re too good at this,” I joked after I was able to breathe again, and he only smirked against the shoulder that he now kissed as he waited for me to come back to him. “Can I have you inside of me now?”

The groan he released at my words was anything but human - at least now it made sense, I supposed. “You little minx. You drive me crazy, do you know that?” I could only laugh, finding the energy to roll on my stomach before rising to my hands and knees, presenting myself to him.

“How do you want to take me?” I teased, looking over my shoulder to meet his darkened eyes that spoke of dangerous plans for me and my body. His gaze temporarily dropped to my ass, and I knew just what he wanted.

“Don’t tempt me,” he warned, but we shared the same desires, as always. Perhaps that’s why we were, one way or another, soulmates.

“You can have that too, Seb. I’m all yours. My whole body is yours to take.” He threw himself over me to find my lips again, and after a kiss that took my breath away, he leaned back while licking his lips.

“Well, let’s get you prepared, then.” The following minutes was a mess of tongue and fingers exploring my puckered hole, and all I seemed to be able to do was whine and fuck myself against whatever Sebastian was using to stretch and lubricate me enough to welcome his cock inside of me.

Some sort of lube came into play suddenly, I didn’t know where it’d come from or how Seb managed to get it without me noticing it, but after that, it all became even easier and more pleasurable. We’d done this before, only once, and he’d been asking me for it for ages, but I was always too lazy to handle the preparation or too eager to have him inside of me to wait for it, but this time, everything seemed to fall into place.

Sebastian’s P.O.V.

Before long, I’d managed to use three fingers to thrust into her, and by the way she was moving against them, it was clear that she was more than ready to welcome my cock inside of her. So after pouring more lube all over my member, I started to push it inside of her hole, fascinated by the sight of her incredible ass stretching to accommodate my cock.

When I finally managed to fit all of myself inside of her, I paused to memorize the sight before me. Her, on her knees, having fallen down to her forearms as she trembled with pleasure underneath me, her gorgeous body on display for me to do as I pleased with it.

There was not a day when I wouldn’t thank whoever was listening for the trust she deposited in me. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I recognized, and she moaned out loud in response, prompting me to bury two fingers inside of her delicious pussy once more, desperate to hear her melodious symphony again.

“Sing for me, darling,” I begged, finally starting to thrust in and out of her tight channel, a choked moan escaping my lips as I carefully fucked her ass while fingering her. She did not disappoint - she could never disappoint me -, thrusting back against me while I searched for that spot that made her lose control, and pressed down on it when I managed to find it.

She screamed my name as I rode her orgasm, anxious to meet my own release. Pressing my nails on her ass, I used my newfound grip to push her to me, knowing I’d leave bruises behind and she’d loved me for it.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum in your ass, my love,” I warned, throwing my head back and closing my eyes as I felt the fire in the pit of my stomach take over me, losing control of my hips for a moment.

“I think it’s safe to say we’re as great at this in hell as we were back on Earth.” Snorting, I couldn’t believe the woman I’d chosen to spend the rest of eternity with. I’d clearly made the right choice.

#sebastian stan #smut #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan writings #devil au #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan reader #sebastian stan writing #sebastian stan rpf #sebastian stan oneshot #sebastian stan one-shot #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan imagines

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hertzwritings · 2 years

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Love bites (and so do I) - exes and Oh’s part 2

A/N: WE’RE OFF TO THE SMUTTY/REQUEST WEEKEND, lovers! And I am BRIMMING with ideas, all of them dirty and deliciously filthy. I could write a bunch of fluffy, romantic sexy things, but this is just so much more fun – what is a gal to do? I also have to thank the amazing @staysluttymyfriends97, who manages to just cheer me on no matter what, giving life and fire to my ideas and tell me to go for it. Thank you, love, for being there and always being a wonderful friend and cheerleader. Also to my favorite pastry chef who manages to bring me to my knees in full blubber-mode, because she compliments me once @buckyshattergirl – you are the fairy, pirate princess of my dreams.

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized drablle, one-shot or multichapter fic – the sky is the limit for the content!

I love y’all so much and thank you so much for sticking with me. I cannot believe that so many of you read my brainfarts and loves them as much as I do. I really can’t thank you guys enough. Remember, feedback feeds the soul and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me, and I have none.

THIS IS PART 2 TO EXES AND OH’S AND I HIGHLY RECOMMEND READING THAT ONE FIRST!

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SEBASTIAN STAN MASTERLIST

ASK ME ANYTHING/REQUESTS

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x female reader (exes to lovers/slight enemies to lovers) x Steve Rogers

Contains: smut, language, VERY rough sex, Beefy!Bucky, Dom!Bucky, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, breath play, degradation, spitting, oral (m receiving) gagging, throat-fucking, spanking, slapping, praise kink, cum-play, cum-stuffing, daddy-kink, orgasm denial, slight bondage, humiliation, slight impact play, cream-pie, unprotected sex, cum-shot, dirty talk, auralism, biting

W.C: 5.354 (whoops, it ran away from me)

Love bites (and so do I)

Bucky was in near hell. One fucking night, one, and he’s back to being buried inside of her – it was pathetic really, how easily he folded when it came to her. She was dating Steve, his best friend through most of his life, and Bucky couldn’t keep it in his fucking pants. The water hit his back in hard jets, the warmth almost overwhelming as he stood in the shower to wash away any trace of her on his skin. He supposed that’s why they didn’t work out in the first place; they were volatile and desperate for each other, which made for a fucking cocktail of danger. Not that he minded it, but she must’ve. He groaned and ran a hand over his chest, tracing the memory of her fingers – Goddamnit, he was seriously fucked.

He dried off with the clear consensus that nothing else was going to happen, no more. It had been a one (well, two) and done. Got it out of his system. Good. That was good, great. He pushed back the thoughts of her little whimpers and the fact that he might not be entirely over her in the deepest corners of his brain. Four more days. Four, and she’d be gone again. Maybe he should tell Steve. It wasn’t fair on him to go around, acting like a fucking puppy with her, when Bucky had his cock piledriving her the night before. He sighed and got dressed, before making his way to the kitchen. It would probably not do any good to tell Steve; he’d lose his best friend and his girlfriend in one, fell swoop if Bucky decided to open his big mouth and tell him. A part of him wondered, if she’d come back to Bucky, if she and Steve split – there were still lingering feelings (obviously) and the way they ended the relationship left a lot to be said. She’d broken it off, and he’d been left to scowl and withdraw from everyone and everything since. He never really got over it, if he was honest – maybe the night before and the closet was enough for him to get rid of whatever he held for her. Maybe it just needed to get out of the system. Fuck, get her out of his head, get on with life.

He frowned as he saw Y/N and Steve lounging around on the couch, her perfect legs slung over Steve’s thighs, both of them laughing at something super funny. Disgusting.

He made himself a cup of coffee, probably a little louder than he normally would.

“Yo, Buck.” Steve’s voice broke through his thoughts. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw before looking at them – Y/N had this goddamned smirk on her lips, her eyes twinkling at him. He twitched in his pants. “What’s up, Steve?” He asked, trying to keep his voice level and calm. Steve grinned. “Mind if she stays for a week longer? Her place won’t be ready on time.” He said and Bucky worried about that twinkle of mischief in his best friend’s eye. Fucking shit. “S’fine.” He mumbled, clenching around the fucking stupid coffee-cup. “Thank you, Bucky, that means so much to me.” Her voice was enough to make him almost crack a tooth. “Yeah, well…” He trailed off and quickly left the kitchen, palming his damn pants. Yeah, this was hell.

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If he thought it had been bad before that night, it was nothing compared to now. She was constantly doing these stupid, little things that made his stupid, fucking body react. A hand on the small of his back, whenever she passed him. Leaning over the counter wearing that goddamned top, that made him want to bury his face in her tits. She made barely concealed comments about the way, he fucked her back then – Steve just laughed at it and clearly wasn’t all too bothered about it.

Bucky, on the other hand? Very bothered. Extremely bothered. And horny. He was just about ready to pull fixtures from the walls with his bare hands from pure, pent-up aggression. It was too much, and the fact that he could almost smell her made him see fucking red. It was like heroin to him. Or, rather, she was – and he had kicked the habit a year ago but jumped willingly into it again with both feet. Like a fucking idiot.

“You can’t keep doing this.” He hissed at her, when she “accidentally” brushed her ass against his crotch as she passed him to get a cup from the dishwasher. The fucking skirt was so short, he could easily push a finger or two inside of her. It wasn’t the first time, and it sure as shit probably wouldn’t be the last. She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Do what?” He groaned as she pushed back just a little. “That. You’re dating Steve, stop trying to fuck me!” He whispered, eyes on the staircase; Steve was in a meeting in the office upstairs, and apparently, that made Y/N feel bold. “You know, you’re awfully tense.” She said with a shrug and filled her cup with coffee. “Fucking stop. I’m not here for your entertainment, if you’re horny, go fuck Steve.” She sighed and, possibly without thinking, she walked to the living room and muttered under her breath. “Like I’d ever fuck Stevie.” He felt like had been poured over with a bucket of ice-water.

“What did you just say?” His voice was calm and very, very dangerous. She turned slowly on her feet; her eyes were wide.

“Uh…” “Did you just say you wouldn’t want to fuck Steve?” He took a step towards her like a predator hunting his prey. “Listen, James, I…” She backed away from him. “No, don’t give me a shitty excuse. You wouldn’t want to fuck your boyfriend, huh?” Another step. “I…” Another step. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He rumbled, his fingers flexing at his sides. If she had been playing him for all this time, he was going to fucking lose it. “James, babe…” He growled at the endearment. She apparently didn’t want to wait to see the outcome of whatever he was planning, because she placed her cup on the table and spurted up the stairs, calling for Steve.

Bucky was seeing fucking red. One thing was the torture of knowing she had moved on, especially with his best friend, but it was another thing entirely if she had pretended to date Steve. Oh, God, if she had pretended just to fuck him over, he was going to die.

He heard Steve’s voice trail from the office, and he stopped at the bottom of the stairs to listen in. “Oh, sweetheart, I don’t know…” “He found out!! I was an idiot, I let it slip and now…” She whined. “Not my circus, not my monkeys.” Steve answered. Bucky could almost hear her eyes roll. “Just… Fucking help, Steve!” Her voice was wavering, and Bucky felt a little bit of pride in his chest at her desperation. Good. “Seriously, you wanted to play this game, I came along because I literally cannot deal with the brooding and sulking, but I’m not getting you out of this one.” Steve sighed. “I don’t even think I can. I’m in for it, too, you know?” He said and she groaned. “But Steve…” “Well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of your own actions?” Steve said and he chuckled. “You got yourself in this mess to what, test the waters, and now you gotta go upstream in shit creek without paddles on your own, sweetheart.” Bucky drew a deep breath and cracked his neck before beginning to ascend the stairs. She wasn’t getting out of this one, no matter how hard she tried.

Both of their voices quieted as they heard his shoes on the stairs. He knew he was an imposing man, but the anger that rolled off him right now was seeping through to the way he walked, heavy feet as he slowly made his way up. He saw them when he reached the landing, and he clenched his jaw at the sight – Y/N was cowering slightly behind Steve, and Steve had a shit-eating grin on his face. “What the fuck did you do, Steve?” Bucky asked in a leveled voice. Steve widened his eyes. “Who, me? Nothing.” “Don’t fucking bullshit me!” Bucky lost his damned cool completely at Steve’s fucking tone and the way Y/N grabbed his arm. “Woah, man! Chill! She asked for my help, that’s it.” Steve held his arms up in surrender and Bucky glared at him. “What. Did. You. Do?” Bucky emphasized his words with a small step inside of the office. “Listen, this is not my…” Bucky narrowed his eyes at him. Steve might be a big man, but right now, he looked like the small kid from Brooklyn in front of Bucky. “Y/N.” His voice was dripping with danger, he could hear it himself. She never could go against that tone of voice, and he saw her slowly peek out from behind Steve. “On your fucking knees.” The domineering part of him took over fully, wanting nothing more than to punish her for making him look like a fucking fool. “Bucky, isn’t that a little…” Bucky’s eyes whipped to Steve, who shut his mouth. Good. “You don’t get a say in this. You stand there and look pretty, until I tell you otherwise.” He pointed a finger at Steve, who didn’t dare do anything else but nod. “Y/N, last time. On your fucking knees, right now.” She whimpered but did as he asked, crawling towards him. She stopped in front of him, her bare knees on the floor – he could hear the skin slide against the wood, and it gave him a weird sense of pleasure knowing she probably broke the skin a little. She looked up at him. “I’m sor…” He cut her off, squatting in front of her and grabbed a hold of her chin with strong fingers. She whined at the pressure. “You will be fucking sorry.” He grumbled before spitting in her face. She mewled at the feeling of it hitting her face, and it made him twitch uncomfortably in his pants. “You’re such a little slut for me, aren’t you? Couldn’t just have told me you wanted to try again, huh? Needed to play a fucking game instead?” She closed her eyes, and his hand flew from her chin to her cheek, the slap ringing through the room. Steve shuffled uncomfortably on his feet and Bucky shot him a glance. “I’m just going to go…” Steve began. “No, the fuck you aren’t. you’re going to stay here and fucking watch.” “Buddy, it’s not my…” Bucky growled. “It fucking is, Steve. Stay, or I will tie you to the fucking chair behind you.” Steve swallowed. It wouldn’t be the first time Steve observed whatever Bucky had going on, but this was different – Bucky had never been this harsh before. He turned his eyes from Steve, who sat down in the chair, to Y/N, who was whimpering. “You wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?” She nodded. “You wanted me to fuck the fucking brat out of you, huh? Been a bad girl, a fucking brat to me, and you just needed daddy’s cock to screw it right out of you, until you got so cock-drunk you got stupid?” She whimpered again and Bucky heard a muttered fuck from Steve.

He didn’t care.

“Mouth.” She understood clearly, opening her mouth and pushing her tongue out – Steve groaned from his chair and Bucky glared at him. “Another fucking sound out of you, and I’ll shut you right the fuck up myself.” He promised, and Steve nodded. That wouldn’t be the first time either. He turned to face Y/N again and let spit fall onto her tongue. “Swallow it.” She willingly did, her eyes glazed over, and he saw her hips buck slightly. He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Already so fucking horny for me, aren’t you? I haven’t even touched you, you filthy, fucking slut.” The words gave him power, made his shoulders roll and he felt powerful as he sat in front of her, Steve watching the punishment unfold. Bucky slowly rose to his feet and unbuckled his belt, pulling it from his pants completely, before he opened his pants and let them fall to the ground. He looked to Steve. “Clean the fucking desk off.” He ordered. “Yes, sir.” Steve joked but followed orders anyway. Bucky saw the strain in his pants. He looked back at Y/N, who had swimming eyes and her lips curled just a little; that just wouldn’t do. “You are a pathetic, little whore, aren’t you? Want me to fuck you dumb, do you?” he asked in a slow, low voice. “Please…” her voice was like fucking music to his ears. He let his palm connect with her cheek again. “What did you say?” She swallowed thickly and closed her eyes again. “Please, daddy.” “Good girl. You’re not so dumb, you forgot, did you?” he said with a sly smile on his lips. She shook her head. “Mouth open, tongue out. I’m going to fuck your throat until you’re just about to pass out.” He said and heard the soft whine in the back of her throat. He knelt down again and softened his gaze. “Y/N.” the shift of tone made her open her eyes and he searched them for any signs of this going over her limits. “I’m fucking angry, but I’m not crossing lines. Color?” “Green.” She answered. “Safeword?” “Peach.” He almost smiled at that. “If you can’t say it, tap me three times and I’ll stop. Got it?” he gently ran his thumb across her cheekbone. She smiled. “Yes, daddy.” And they were back. He stood again and looked at Steve, who had cleaned the desk completely. “Steve, you better sit closer. You need to see all of her punishment, got it?” Steve nodded and moved the chair from behind the desk to the side, where he had full view of Y/N’s profile. She still had her mouth open, and Bucky didn’t want to wait – he pulled his hard cock out and groaned as he tightened his grip around his length. The vein on the underside was throbbing. He smeared the tip on her tongue, letting the precum disperse on her tongue. “Deep breath now. I’m counting down, and I don’t give a shit if you didn’t get to breathe before.” He said. “Three… Two… One.” He pushed his hard length as deep as it could go, and she gagged around him. “Eyes on me, you fucking whore. Look me in the eyes while I choke you with my cock.” She moved her eyes to his, and tears trickled down past her cheeks, mixing with the spit on her chin – she was a fucking vision, gagging on his cock, breath stolen from her, and he wrapped a hand in her hair, holding her in place as he began fucking her throat, pushing deeper than he had before – she choked and gagged, spit drippled onto her legs. Steve grunted and Bucky shot him a quick look. “Don’t fucking touch yourself.” He commanded. “Buck…” “No. not yet.” He was panting as his cock slid in and out of her throat until three taps landed on his thigh. He pulled out of her, and she gasped and coughed. He stroked himself. “Good girl, you took me so fucking well, didn’t you?” He praised and the sounds she was making made him fucking feral. It was insane, the chokehold she had on him. “Thank you, daddy.” She croaked, a smile on her swollen lips. “Am I forgiven?” His eyes darkened and Steve chuckled. “Oh, baby girl, you don’t know what you just did.” Bucky tugged her hair tightly back and slapped her cheek again before gripping her throat tightly. “You think you’re forgiven just because I used your throat?” She whimpered. “Oh, no, you’re not. I’m going to use you like my fucking fuck-doll, and you’re going to take it. After that, I’ll let Steve cum in your throat and then we’ll see.” He sneered. “You’re such a fucking needy girl. Stupid.” He tightened his grip on her throat. “Turn around, ass up, face down.” He let her go, and she followed suit – her damn fucking skirt rode up and it took every ounce of self-control to not just fuck her raw right then and there. She laid her head on the floor and he stepped over to her face, placing his boot on her jaw, pinning her to the floor, and bent down slightly. “Look at you, you dirty, fucking whore. Ready for me to just give you anything, huh?” He tasted metal. “Yes, daddy…” She moaned, wiggling her ass a little. Steve groaned again. “Man, can I…” “No, you asshole.” He turned back to Y/N and added a little extra pressure on her jaw; she mewled. “If you beg me once, I’ll make sure you can’t fucking use your legs for a month.” He spat at her, teeth baring and wrapped the buckled end of his belt around his hand. She saw and her eyes fluttered closed. He chuckled darkly and straightened up to his full height before going behind her to look at her ass. He hummed as he rolled the skirt up and let it bunch around the waist. “Fucking dirty, little girl, aren’t you? Wearing no panties, just wet and ready for whoever wants to stick a cock in you?” She whimpered as he let his long, thick fingers slide against her folds and dip inside of her. She pushed back against him, but he removed his fingers roughly. “Don’t fucking think you’re getting anything out of this, little girl.” He ran his hand over her ass. “You’ve been naughty, haven’t you? Teasing me, acting the way you have?” He kept his hand on her ass. “Answer me.” A smack landed on her and she sucked in a sharp breath. “Y-yes, daddy, fuck, I’ve been bad…” She answered breathily. He could see how fucking wet she was, and his will to punish her almost waned at the sight. “Count ’em.” He barked before drawing his hand back and swung the belt down on her cheek with a hard whisk through the air. She yelped as it made contact with her, the skin instantly going red. “I’m not stopping until I’m sure you’ve got marks that’ll last months.” He said with a devious smile, before smoothing his palm over the red streak. “Color?” She moaned at his touch. “Green.” She was breathless but the answer was clear. “Good girl.” He let the belt fall on her bare cheeks ten times total, and at the end, he could see her slick drip down her inner thighs and her mouth moved with silent begging. She was shivering.

“You did so good, baby girl… You did so good for daddy.” He soothed the skin on her ass with his hand and he blew cool air on the reddened skin. She moaned at the feeling. “Buck, I’m fucking seconds away from exploding.” Steve grunted, palming his cock through his jeans. Bucky rolled his eyes. “Fucking fine. Just… Wait until I’m in her.” He grabbed a hold of her hair again as the sound of Steve’s zipper reverberated through the room. He slowly let her stand on shaky legs and let her to the desk, bending her over it. “Steve, move front.” He nodded towards the desk to the end, where her face was, and Steve lifted an eyebrow at her. She whined. “Stevie…” He chuckled. “Nu-uh, baby girl. You got yourself here, clean up the mess.” He simply said, letting his cock spring out of his boxers. Bucky chuckled and stood behind her. “Steve, get your belt. Tie it, bind it I don’t care, but get it on her fucking arms.” He ordered. “Yes, sarge.” Steve rolled his eyes but followed the direction anyway – Bucky snarled at him. “Do that one more time and you’ll choke on my cock.” Steve gulped. “Sorry.” He tied her hands down with the belt and Bucky took his own off his hand, gently sliding it around her throat and let the end loop through the buckle, giving him a leash. He tugged it to the side, very careful to have enough room for her to breathe a little and not crush her windpipe. “Color?” He asked, tugging it slightly. She was in sub-space completely, and didn’t answer him, her eyes trained on Steve’s cock in front of her. “Baby girl, you gotta answer or I’ll have to punish you.” He let his palm fall to the top of her ass, and she whined. “Color, baby.” He tugged on the makeshift leash again. “Green, daddy.” He massaged her ass gently. “There’s my girl.” He cleared his throat and lined himself up behind her – he let a single finger dip inside of her and she moaned, bucking her hips. “I don’t even need to stretch you out, do I? you got so wet from me punishing you, you fucking whore? Yeah, you want daddy to fill you up, fucking breed you?” he growled. “Fuck! Y-yes, daddy, please, I just… Need you.” She whispered, and Steve’s cock twitched in front of her. “You want his cock in your throat, baby girl?” He leaned over her back, cock nudging at her dripping hole. “You want to get fucked in your mouth by Steve, while I fuck you stupid with my cock?” She mewled. “Y-yes, daddy.” “Earn it.” He grabbed a tight hold on the leash and yanked it to the side, her head following; her sounds were fucking sinful, and he was well aware he wasn’t going to last long. “You better take all of me, got it?” She nodded once. “Good girl.” He let his fingers stroke her cheekbone and in one big thrust, he was buried inside of her.

She screamed at the sudden intrusion, lurching forwards on the table and panted. “I can’t, you’re too… F-fuck, you’re too deep!” She moaned out, spit pooling under her. “No, baby. I don’t care if you think I’m too deep, you’re going to fucking take it, because what?” He inched himself forward a little, nudging her cervix. Fuck, she was tight. “B-because I’m a good, little…” She moaned. “I’m your slut, I’m your good little slut!” “There’s my girl.” He drew back and slammed inside of her again, her walls dragging and tensing around him. “Fucking hell, Steve… Should’ve taken your chance, when you had her…” He chuckled. “’You can touch now.” “Thank fucking God.” Steve began slowly stroking himself, letting the tip of his cock rest right in front of her face. “You want him in your mouth?” Bucky asked, his balls slapping against her clit, making her moans tumble from her lips. “Yes, yes, please…” “Get it, then.” He fucked her relentlessly, as she tried to stretch her neck to reach Steve’s cock. They both chuckled. “So fucking desperate for a cock in you, aren’t you?” Bucky rumbled, picking up speed. He was ramming her deeply, feeling her flutter around him. “You’re so fucking eager.” Steve’s voice sounded and Bucky almost whined at the sound. God, he’d missed this shit. She tightened around him. “Oh, is my little girl gonna cum? You’re going to cum on daddy’s cock?” She nodded and finally, with a gleeful moan, got Steve’s cock between her lips, precum smearing on her lips. Bucky stilled completely as Steve began fucking her mouth, groaning at the feeling. “You’re not fucking coming. Not until you’ve begged for it.” He whispered, wrapping her hair around his hand again, forcing her to take Steve deeper. She whimpered around his cock, her walls tightening again. She gagged when Steve pushed deeper in, and he chuckled a little. “Fucking hell, Buck, you should see her face. She’s so fucking cock-drunk, she can’t even see straight.” Bucky chuckled as well. “Now, I’m going to fuck this pretty, wet, tight pussy, but you’re not coming until I say so, baby… Show me you deserve it.” He whispered and began driving his hips back and forth again, his cock twitching inside of her. She felt like fucking heaven, so tight and so fucking wet, he had half a mind to stay inside her forever. “Shit, baby girl… Look at that pretty pussy, taking me so well, aren’t you?” he couldn’t help himself – he was looking at the way his cock slid in and out of her, and he almost came when she whined and choked on Steve’s dick. “Goddamn… Steve, take the reins.” He handed him the belt and Steve yanked it a little, feeling out where to tighten it to make it just right.

Bucky shifted his weight slightly to angle a little upwards, while his fingers found her clit. She whimpered and shook, trying to hold back her orgasm – he was getting close too, but refused to cum before her. He might be many things, but a selfish man, he was not. “Come on, pretty girl, beg around Steve’s cock.” He angled and hammered her hard, her swollen lips sucking him in. Muffled sounds came from her throat mixed with gagging, and he chuckled. Steve moaned. “What? I can’t hear you.” She tried again, but with the same result. Steve pulled out of her mouth and slapped her cheek with his cock instead, leaving a trail of spit on it. “Come on, let him know.” He said nonchalantly. “P-please, I’m begging… Fuck, l-let me cum on your cock, daddy, please… I’ll be good, I pro…” She moaned as he hit a certain spot within. “I p-promise I’ll be good, daddy, please, please, please…” She was clenching him so tightly, he barely had a chance to move and he chuckled. “What do you say, Stevie? Should we let this little cum-slut get her way?” Steve sighed dramatically. “If I get my cock in her mouth again.” Bucky laughed. “Fine. Baby girl, you can’t cum until he’s in your throat.” She nodded eagerly. “Yes, daddy.” She opened her mouth and Steve slid inside of her again, while Bucky picked up the pace. She squeezed tightly around him. “Yes, there’s a good girl… Fucking cum on my cock, baby.” Wetness gushed from her and her legs shook, when her orgasm took her over – she was barely standing, his hands on her hips holding her to the table, seemed to be the only thing holding her up; she whimpered around Steve’s cock again and her pussy pulsed around Bucky’s hard cock. “Fucking hell, baby, you want me to fill you? You want daddy’s cum in you, like a good little slut?” She nodded and gagged as Steve drove his cock deeper inside of her throat. “Yeah, fucking take it, baby… I’m going to fucking fill you, you’re going to be dripping with me for days.” He moaned and panted, the pace faltering as he neared his high. She pushed her ass back against him and he groaned, fingers bruising her hips. Steve was moaning as well, clearly getting there too. “Such a good girl, such a fucking good girl, taking all of me so well…” He was rambling and he knew it, but he didn’t give a shit. She was pushing back against him, her walls clenching and releasing around him, and he couldn’t hold back for much longer. “Steve, don’t fucking cum until I’m done.” “Dude…” “Don’t start with me!” Bucky grumbled, driving himself as deeply as he could. She was whimpering and gagging, spit pooling under her chin on the desk and her pussy was gushing wetness as he drove himself over the edge.

He came with a roar and slammed his cock as deep as he could, balls slapping against her clit as he filled her with his spend; he was panting, and it felt like he emptied his goddamned soul into her. He stilled and kept his cock inside of her, holding the cum in. “You’re such a good girl, took me so well, baby… Look at this fucking pussy, just swallowing everything I give…” He chuckled and watched Steve going faster and faster, keeping a tight hold on the belt to keep her in place. “You did so good, baby… I’m keeping this fucking cum inside of you, my little whore.” He kissed her shoulder and she gagged again. “You want Steve to cum, huh? Want him to cum all over your face, baby?” Steve smirked and she nodded. He pulled out and began fisting his cock, looking down at her face – open-mouthed and tongue out. “Fuck, you really are a cock-drunk little bitch, aren’t you?” She mewled and Bucky joined in on it, keeping his finger on her clit, rubbing small, rough circles. Her hips bucked against him. “She’s finally dumbed down, isn’t she? I think her face would look prettier covered in you, don’t you Steve?” He nodded and tightened his grip on his length, nearing the edge. Bucky moved his hips lazily, keeping his semi-hard cock sliding in and out of her. She was shaking again. “You want to cum again, baby? You think you’ve earned it?” He asked, slapping her ass a little. She mewled. “Yes, please… Daddy, please, I’ve been so good…” She rambled, her eyes on Steve’s cock. They both chuckled. “Then cum, baby. Stupid, fucking, slut, cum for me and Steve. Let me hear those noises.” She came hard, screaming out in between moans, her legs and arms shaking; Steve came on her face with ropes of hot cum, coating her lashes, nose, cheeks and some on her tongue. She moaned at the feeling and lapped up as much as she could.

Bucky finally stilled completely and caught Steve’s eyes. “Can you go get her a wet towel and a bottle of water?” he asked softly. Steve nodded and tucked his length back in his pants, before leaving the room. Bucky pulled out of her – and for good measure, he added a few fingers to fuck into her slowly, pushing his cum deeper inside of her. She moaned brokenly, clearly completely spent. He gently removed his fingers and kissed her bare ass, keeping a hand on her back as he slowly unwrapped the belt from her throat and her hands. She whined as it fell from her, and he could see the marks on her wrists and neck. He kissed her forehead before swiftly scooping her into his arms, carrying her bridal style to his room. She curled up against him, hands around his neck.

“Here you go.” Steve came inside and sat the wet towel and water next to the bed. “I’ll leave you two to it.” Bucky nodded gratefully. Steve smiled and left, closing the door after him. “Relax, baby. I got you.” He murmured, gently cleaning her off; the cum from her face and thighs, where it had dripped down, her folds and the sweat from her body. He raised the water bottle to her lips and didn’t let down until he was satisfied with the amount, she managed to drink. She sighed and she could barely hold her eyes open.

He laid down next to her, drawing gentle circles on her arm and tucked her close to his body. She wrapped her arm around his torso. “I did good, daddy?” He shushed her. “It’s okay baby, you did great. I’m just James now, baby. It’s okay.” His lips kissed along her hairline as she slowly came out of her space, her grip on him tightening. “You okay, peach?” She nodded. “I’m great.” He smiled against her hair. “Good girl. Get some rest.” She shook her head tiredly. “We should talk.” She mumbled against his chest. “Later, sweetheart. We’ll get to it later.”

There wasn’t anything to talk about for him at least. Despite the way it came about, he was more than happy to have her back in his arms. That’s all that mattered to him.

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Bucky/Seb Masterlist : Buckysgoldenheart

Bucky Barnes x Reader: One Shots

Breaking the Rules

Summary: You sneak away from Bucky and Sam to try and calm Walker down after he takes someone’s life, only for Bucky to show up pissed that you put yourself in danger. Walker tries to shoot Bucky and you take a bullet for him. Then feelings stuff.

Savior

Summary: Basically, Bucky saves you and then stalks you.

Once A Snap

Summary: Thanos snapped and your world fell apart. Now, five years later everything has been fixed but you.

Hands Off

Summary: You’re Steve’s cousin and he has some rules when it comes to you that Bucky isn’t a fan of. Mainly, that he can’t have you.

Not So Hands Off (Part 2 of Hands Off)

Unexpected

Summary: A guest (Y/N) shows up at the tower with a suitcase and a letter looking for the world’s favorite captain. What she didn’t expect, was two super soldiers at the end of her journey instead of one.

Wake Me

Summary: Reader suffers from nightmares, but Bucky will always be there.

Don’t Know When, Don’t Know How

Summary: Feelings emerge at a very inconvenient time. (Fluff, Angst)

You Should Dance

Summary: Bucky likes your dancing…a lot. (Fluffy)

Carried Away (AU)

Summary: Bucky wasn’t exactly the best at assassinating the targets he was assigned to (Fluffy, smutty a bit)

Sometime Around Midnight

Summary: Bucky lost you once…but he can’t again.

When She Hates You (AU)

Summary: Hate that’s not really hate

Break You

Summary: Bucky has himself a Winter Soldier episode, nearly killing his girlfriend as a result.

A Fear That Changes

It was not the Winter Soldier that scared you, even on his worst day. No, what had scared you more than anything else was Bucky Barnes.

Jealous (AU)

Summary: You and Bucky are in a sex-only relationship, the only problem is you’re in love with him. Your friends constantly remind you that you should be together, but after a while you give up.

What Did I Do Wrong

Summary: Bucky doesn’t understand what he could have possibly done to lose the love of his life.

Let Me Protect You

Summary: Bucky loved his girlfriend more than anything, so when he learns something new about her, he is devastated and more than determined to help her.

Help A Buddy Out (AU)

Summary: You and Bucky are roommates and you ask for him to teach you to be better at sex so you can please another guy

Bucky Barnes x Reader: Series

Escort (in progress)

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: You’re a highly paid escort, trained to adapt to any situation the client may need. But this next client is a first: A mother, hiring you for her son.

A Part of The Team (Complete)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Summary: Cute and clingy, concerned and scared Bucky

Coffee Shop (AU)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3(maybe)

Zero Days Since Our Last Disaster (AU) (In Progress)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Summary: Summary: What happens when the guy you slept with two nights ago shows up where you least expect?

Seb Stan x Reader: One Shots

F-Buds

Summary: You and Seb are friends with benefits and Seb has had enough.

Seb Stan x Reader: Series

Unprofessional (In progress)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Summary: Starring in the same movie meant feelings between any two actors was not allowed. (Fluffy, smutty)

One Week (Complete)

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

Summary: Sebastian offers to let you move in with him

Another Week: Sequel to “One Week” (Complete)

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

Summary: You and Seb may be together now, but hiding your relationship from co-workers and friends is going to be harder than you think.

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Fic Schedule of the Week

Here is my schedule of fics for this week (July 12th - July 18th)

This list is subject to change/be updated

Please let me know if you want to be tagged in any of these fics!!

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Monday, July 12th - I Don’t Want to Hurt You

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Request: “Hi! So I would like to request a one shot with Seb... I was diagnosed with Endometriosis yesterday, and I would love to read smth abou the reader having it too. Maybe Seb notices that the reader is in pain while doing the deed (cause that's very common) and asks her, so she tells him about it and he feels bad he didn't know and wants to help? Only if it's okay, I know it's a special topic! Thanks xx” - @sharonisantisocial

Tuesday, July 13th - No scheduled fic

Wednesday, July 14th - Thanks for the Advice

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Request: “Loki x reader: she had been sweet on him for a long time, but had never told him. He was a man with so many qualities, and she was merely herself. But somehow she had his trust and his friendship. One day Loki is asking her for some taste in clothing advice, there was a woman he liked and wanted to ask out! With a shattering heart, she still helps her friend, until he stands smiling before her in an amazing attire holding a sweet bouquet” - @scorpionchild81

Thursday, July 15th - No scheduled fic

Friday, July 16th - Marry Me

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x actress!Reader

Request: “hello!! May i request an imagine where the reader is a very famous actress? Maybe you can do of a collection of time where sebastian shamelessly talked about her on an interview about how talented and gorgeous she is, then when he’s on an interview with jimmy, he surprised sebastian with Y/n and he freak out like freak out bad, hes turn all shy and stuttering but still bold as hell” - anonymous

Saturday, July 17th - No scheduled fic

Sunday, June 19th - Tattoo Parlor

Pairing: tattoo artist!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: “hey there! i was wondering if you could do a headcanon of bucky barnes with a heavily tattooed reader (not totally covered in tattoos but has quite a bit) and if you could include some smutty things in there too I would so appreciate it :)” - @wh0reonly4fictionalmen

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Fan Fiction Writers Questions that I have been asked and had answered so far

What’s your favorite character(s) to write for?

I started to get into writing again and for Sebastian Stan. If it’s Bucky/Sebastian Stan-related, I’ve only been able to two for them (Birthday Girl and Rock Star). I have them posted up on my Tumblr page and I’ll share the links for them as well. Starting to enjoy writing for him and some of his various movie characters. In the past, actor wise I’ve written for Orlando Bloom, some for his other movie roles, Pirates of the Caribbean, Jackson Rathbone, Kellan Lutz (I was a huge Twilight fan when the movies were out).

8. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered stories?

When I was younger (20 moons ago lol) back during the early 2000’s when I was working in retail, in college for my first unfinished college degree, I had the energy wasn’t tired, I loved writing multi-chaptered stories. My old Orlando Bloom ones got tons of feedback when I was in Yahoo Orlando Bloom fan groups These days, it seems I am lucky if I can find some time where I can work on and write a one-shot.

12. Who is your favorite author?

Hmm tough question, I have a lot. In my teens, I loved Johanna Lindsey, I often bought her books. I later got into more erotic romances by Susan Johnson and Robin Schone. In my twenties, I liked Allison Brennan Mystery, Thriller, and Romance. Lately, I’ve been reading Sadie Kincaid’s books. Her new book in the LA Ruthless series just came out on June 3rd. I also like Lindsey Powell, Amber Adams, Fiona Cole, and Nicole Snow. My list often grows because of author’s books popping up in my Facebook feed. I sometimes will share in my Tumblr posts about books I just finished reading or what are some of my favorites that aren’t exactly erotic-related romance.

15. What is the fanfic you’ve written that you’re most proud of?

Well, if you can consider a movie script a form of fanfic, I would say my first movie script called Shattered I wrote in May 2007. I wrote that after I had just gotten out of an abusive relationship/engagement it helped me heal and find some closure. It didn’t hurt that seeing Pirates of the Caribbean 3, 9 times either helped with how fast I was writing it. It was the first piece of my work that I actually got registered with the Writers Guild Of America (WGA) in March 2015 and actually sent to Kellan Lutz to read as a 30th birthday gift. It also was a way of saying thanks for commenting me that I was vocal, and he liked that about me, giving me courage to get brave enough finally do that. After doing that, I wouldn’t rule out trying to write something for Sebastian Stan.

29. What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc)

It’s probably got to be Brainstorming. I don’t think my brain ever sleeps or takes a break from wanting to be creative. I can get ideas at the most random times or most random of places. I wish I could just be able to write the story in my head alone since it can play out like a movie preview. I also have a bit too much fun when I get into research.

Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

Yes, and even some finished ones that I would not ever let see the light of day again (thankfully, the websites that were hosting the stories have been taken down as well, lol). Before, I explain I will mention that this was during the mid-late 90’s and into early-mid 00’s when I was in high school and my first three years in college before I switched majors and was in my early 20’s (I’m 40 right now). When I use to be a Backstreet Boys fan, I use to write fan fiction and smutty one-shots about them. Believe me, I’ve embarrassed myself in front of Nick Carter a handful of times on more than one occasion, that’s another story for another day. My story plots and way of writing was embarrassing, (it didn’t help that I went to a Private Christian School as well 6-12th grade, I think I started to become corrupt when I turned 13, believe me another story for another day lol) it mostly was like Mary Sue styled writing.

My smut wasn’t as good as it is now, now I can really get into more detail and descriptions. I’m not against co-writing, but there were one or two I co-wrote with a few authors, their style and direction they wanted to take the story made it suck. One was lost when a virus affected that computer, we had to throw it out, other I believe I did delete it, so it would never once again see the light of day. Would I ever let those WIP see the light of day again, very likely, only after I re-edited the hell out of them and probably re-wrote in into new story characters with more details and a believable plot. At least now there is a good handful of actors/actresses I don’t mind writing for that I can develop a plot of a story or rewrite one of those works for.

Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

Wow, I am gonna say that there are a few and it’s for two actors. For Sebastian Stan characters/roles I haven’t written for yet that I would like to would be Nick Fowler, Carter Baizen, Chase Collins, T.J. Hammond, and Jack Benjamin. Then for Henry Cavill it would be Geralt of Rivia. The only problem is that I would first need to take a weekend or two off from work so I can binge-watch these movies/shows and get a temporary subscription to Netflix so that I can access one of the shows. I unfortunately still haven’t seen or fully watched any of these movies. They are on my list of things to do though that is slowly being checked off as I complete them.

4. Do you have writing habits or rituals?

Ritual-wise, I’ll do research if I need to for sections of my story. Sometimes I may go a bit overboard with that. I’ll have a picture with me if I want to think of the character(s) in a certain way. I play music sometimes that goes with the mood of the story, if a certain movie inspires me to have a writing idea let alone to write, I’ll watch that movie on repeat in the background while I’m writing. I can’t explain this, but for some strange reason, the notebook that I am writing in must be a 5-subject 5-star notebook, I just like how the paper is fresh, firm, and crisp along with a certain 5 lead model type machinal pencil.

8. Favorite trope to write.

I do like AU I’ve written Crime/Murder/Thriller before for movie scripts, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Arranged Marriages, Pacts and Deals, and Strong Female Characters. Rather it’s a Domestic Violence or Sexual Assault Survivor. She Doesn’t Let Any Men Violate Her Personal Boundaries. A little bit of Alpha Male but respects Female Character treats her like an equal. I do like Romantic, Erotic, and Smutty. I have a feeling the list might grow, that’s what I have down for now.

9. Least favorite trope to write.

Don’t kill the Fan Fic Writer, this is my honest answer. So, there is more than one that I Won’t Ever Write For. This is based mainly on the fact that I chose to be child-free and never have children, plus not everyone wants children and because I am a Domestic Violence Survivor and have been placed in the situation where I was almost at coercive reproduction with my Ex-Fiancé also likely plays into this. It’s Breeding Kink. The male character is so obsessed with knocking up the female character and has a Baby Fever/Baby Bump Fetish. Not every reader has dreams or fantasies where they want to be bred and knotted and knocked up. I just feel like the Alpha/Beta/Omega trope has been overdone. It just makes it sound like the female character is only there for the male character’s sexual enjoyment use of her body and the male ego of using her as a reproductive sexual objective item. Hey, this could only be me who thinks or feels like this. Some have been good, and I don’t mind reading, to me it’s not a turn-on. Then there is the Non-Consent trope along with choking, slapping, hitting, and degrading types of violent sex. It’s not exactly easy to write about Sexual Assault, let alone at times about Domestic Violence. I think maybe because it just brings back traumatic memories from when I was there in that position and that was a moment of opportunity for the abuser to kill me or any victim for that matter. Often during pregnancies Domestic Abuse becomes worse and worsens, it’s a higher risk and chance that the pregnant abuse victim will or can be killed. It’s like you have No Boundaries or any Personal Boundaries Are Respected. That I feel and am safe while sort of in a vulnerable position. I hope that answer makes sense.

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