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ardentcupid · a month ago
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Wake Up Call (S.R.)
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Word Count: 1.1k
Summary: Husband!Steve wakes reader in the best way possible
Notes: 18+ content below the cut: nudity, slight somnophilia, p in v, clit play, sleepy sex, creampie, nicknames (sweetheart, pretty girl) female reader. Very fluffy smut!
The first thing that Steve Rogers does every morning is kiss his wife. 
He’s up before the sun, hand running through his mussed hair as he leans over to press light kisses to your cheeks, your lips, anywhere that he can reach. 
It’s a simple act of affection, something that’s just for his knowledge. This brief moment of hazy bliss is what sets his day off in the right direction, it’s what he looks forward to when he closes his eyes at night. Because Steve doesn’t rise for the rest of the world – he does so for you.
 Today, Steve had slept in far longer than he should’ve. He woke to the warmth of early morning gleaming through the sheer bedroom curtains, heating his flushed skin as he fought the urge to return to his slumber.
He cracked his eyes open, finding the clock on the wall that read just past eight in the morning. With a languid sigh and a stretch of his limbs, he rolled over to find you asleep on your side, facing away from him and bare except a thin pair of underwear. 
Your practically-nude figure seemed to glow in the early morning, a dream of radiant seduction bathed in golden sunlight. Steve’s gaze flitted over your body, lingering on the peaks of your breasts and the curve of your scantily-clad backside. 
Even in your sleep, you seemed to seek Steve’s presence, retreating backwards until your hips pressed snugly into his. Steve’s hand came to rest on your waist, his large palm splayed across your bare stomach in a soothing, protective manner. He pressed his fingers against your warm skin, feeling your shallow intakes under his touch. 
Steve’s other hand smoothed your hair, moving it over your shoulder to place kisses down the back of your neck. His lips traced over your heated skin languidly, a pleasure that Steve often had to forego in his busy morning routine. 
A content smile graced your sleeping features, filling Steve with a sense of appreciation for the life he had created with you. This was how he wanted to start every morning, this was where he wanted to spend his days. 
Steve’s lips traveled up your neck and over your jaw, leaving hungry, open-mouthed kisses in their wake. He felt himself twitch in his boxers, his growing need tenting the fabric as you pressed yourself closer to him. 
His grip on your middle tightened as he began to rut against your backside, small groans leaving his throat as he continued to nip and suck at your skin. You sighed deeply, rocking with Steve’s motions as your eyes fluttered open. 
You surveyed the room, disoriented by the glare hitting your face and the presence of Steve behind you so late in the morning. Usually by this time, he’d be returning from his morning run, dripping sweat from the tips of his hair and mumbling under his breath to avoid interrupting your sleep. 
Deciding to take advantage of his salacious behavior, you placed your hand over top of his, guiding it down until his fingertips pressed against your clothed core. His digits slipped under the thin fabric of your underwear, instantly finding your clit and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. 
Scrunching your features at the groggy pleasure, your grip on his wrist tightened, surely leaving red marks on his skin. His movements were languid, almost teasing as he continued to toy with your clit idly. 
“G’morning, sweetheart,” he mumbled against your ear, voice raspy and heavy with sleep. 
You moaned in response, bucking your hips into his hand in search of more friction. Even in your sluggish state, you could feel Steve press his erection against you, desperate to remove the barriers that separated you from him. 
“Looked so peaceful laying in the sun, couldn’t resist playing with my pretty girl.” 
His pointer continued its ministrations against your clit while his middle and ring fingers dipped into your dripping core, curling until you were mewling under his touch. 
“Steve,” you gasped, fighting to keep your eyes open.
“Feel good?” 
You nodded, unable to form a response as you concentrated on finding your release. Just as you were nearing the edge, Steve withdrew his fingers, peeling your underwear down your legs and discarding them on the floor. His boxers followed in their path, tossed towards the end of the bed aimlessly as Steve took in the sight of you completely bare before him. 
“Gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy?” Steve asked, running his hand over his hard cock. 
“Please,” you begged, turning your head to find Steve’s piercing gaze. 
“Please fuck me, Steve. Need to feel you,” your speech slurred with want, head still foggy from waking up moments ago. 
He hummed at your pleading, tapping the head of his cock against your opening and collecting the slick that covered your folds. 
Steve slid himself in, biting back a moan and nudging his nose against your cheek. 
“So good for me,” he whispered under his breath. “Always so good.”
You gasped at the feeling of his slow thrusts filling you from behind, a taunting promise of more pleasure to come.
His hand slid under your thigh, holding your leg up to give him a better position to drive into your cunt with a steady force, hitting your g-spot each time before pulling out quickly. 
“Keep your eyes open for me, sweetheart.”
Steve’s words broke you out of your haze, realizing that your eyes had fallen shut with the pleasure that he was providing. He rocked his muscular thighs against your backside, hurtling the two of you towards a quick release. 
The knot in your stomach snapped suddenly, mouth falling open as you shuddered through your orgasm. Your walls fluttered around Steve’s length, causing him to groan as he plowed into your tight channel, reaching his own high just after yours. 
Steve’s hips stuttered to a stop, grip tightening around your thigh as he flexed inside of you, filling you with his warm cum. The two of you shared a satisfied sigh as Steve lowered your leg, hand finding its place on your waist and pulling you close. 
“Good morning to you too,” you simpered, trying to avoid jostling Steve’s length that was still buried inside of you. 
He offered a leisure grin in response, memorizing the rapture that he felt in that moment. The two of you were completely swathed in warmth from the rising sun, huddled together in a mess of tangled limbs and balmy skin. 
“I wish we could spend all day like this,” you spoke, feeling Steve’s erratic heartbeat against your back. He hummed in agreement, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek. 
“I’ll cancel our plans.”
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angelkhi · 7 days ago
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Mistletoe and wine - B.B
Pairing: Dilf!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Summary: Babysitting Bucky’s daughter at Christmas leads to some mistletoe mischief.
Warnings: SMUT (18+ Minors DNI) unprotected sex cause they’re dumb, mentions of alcohol but no one gets drunk or tipsy, foul language, oral (f receiving), slight praise I guess? Not very well proofread sorry! I think that’s all but let me know if you’ve missed anything.
Note: Hi! Thank you all for being so patient with me over the last few months, I’m a second year uni student so I just about have time to breathe let alone write outside of my degree . Midterms ended last week, essay burnout is slowly coming to an end (thank god) and Christmas is fast approaching! I’d like to post some more festive pieces over the Christmas period if my schedule and energy levels allow for it but until then I hope you enjoy this very rushed piece!
Word count: 1.9k
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The short amount of time that he's been home, Bucky Barnes has berated you for not keeping yourself warm, and acquired early onset food poisoning from some cookies his daughter had made him. Now he stands over the stove, watching the saucepan of mulled wine come to the boil, his unbelievably wide shoulders making the space look tiny. You gawk at his back, still wrapped in the blanket he'd found you in, still shivering and it was no one's fault but your own.
A steaming mug is slid in front of you, and you instantly use it to warm your hands, ignore Bucky's borderline heartless chuckle at just how cold you are. When he had texted you that he urgently needed someone to watch his daughter whilst he dealt with an Steve sized emergency, you'd rushed out your house in nothing but a t-shirt, cardigan and tatty old joggers. When it started to get colder, you completely ignored the fact that Barnes house did have central heating, or that Bucky had told you to make yourself at home, or that it was in fact early December. Instead you decide to freeze with a tiny blanket.
So now he's stood across from you, watching with a smirk each time you shiver.
"Sorry again, about being late." Bucky sips from the piping hot mug whilst leaning against the kitchen counter, "Things took a bit longer than expected."
"It's no problem, we had fun." You smile and nod to him as he scoots around to the chair next to yours. "She was no trouble. Could barely keep her eyes open by her bedtime."
Bucky tips his head back, closes his eyes and mutters something along the lines of "murder" and "Steve fucking Rogers" under his breath, and you chuckle at his short temper. His brows crease a little, when his eyes open and he stands to reach the dangling ornament from above the two of you, your eyes widening as you realise what was hanging above your head.
"Oh god that's..."
"Mistletoe?" Bucky holds the drawing by the string you'd looped through a hole in the top, not having any real mistletoe to hand when his daughter begged you to make it one of the decorations for their house. She was such a sweet little girl that your could hardly say no, so you’d climbed onto the counter and hung it right where she’d pointed, forgetting to take it down when the cold became too much to even move.
"Fucking shit."
"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" His eyebrows are raised almost to his hairline, but you couldn't care less.
"I'm so sorry-" You wanted the ground to swallow you whole as he continued to stare you down, his height intimidating enough without the cocky smile he loved so much.
"She saw it in some movie we were watching and desperately wanted to make one. Obviously I didn't tell her what really happened if you went underneath it she's only six, so now she things it's for hugs and-"
"Sweetheart, calm down." He's standing over you now, studying the decoration, and then your face once again, cheeks rosy from your word vomit.
"So what do you do, in the event of being stuck under the mistletoe?" Bastard.
"Well... it's tradition, that if both parties are willing and able," He hums, leaning closer, a hint of the spices from the wine on his breath, "They kiss."
"You hardly seem like one to break tradition." I do? Bucky's even closer now, so close that all you have to do is tilt your head upwards and your lips would touch. His hand cradles your cheek, each breath dancing across your lips, waiting. Waiting. Your hand rests against his chest as you lean into his lips in a shy kiss, barely touching him until you slide that bit higher. Bucky kisses you slow and deep, until his hand moves from your cheek to your neck and your neck to your waist. Until he's guiding you out of your seat and into the living room.
Your stumbling backwards, mapping the barely familiar terrain, past the cluttered dining table and piles of toys until your calves hit the edge of the sofa. Bucky guides you down softly, following your lips as you sink into the peeled leather.
His clothes are torn off quickly, his broad shoulders caging you in. He fumbles with the tie on your joggers for a second, yanking them down your goose-bumped legs, eventually pulling them off and tossing them somewhere next to his crumpled Henley and jeans.
Bucky scoots down the sofa, pressing warm kisses up and down your thighs, sucking lightly on the skin of your inner thighs making you squirm beneath his lips.
"Gonna get you all warmed up sweetheart, don't you worry." Bucky's blue eyes meet yours, the usual bright twinkle replaced by a stormy grey, a promise that he would in fact keep you warm, no matter what it took. He pulls your panties to the side, spreading you open for him, blowing cool air onto your exposed pussy, dipping his head just that little bit lower making you whimper. You're quick to remember his sleeping daughter upstairs and the embarrassment that would come with waking her.
"Can you stay quiet for me?" Bucky pulls your panties down in one quick swoop, "Gonna need you to stay quiet for me whilst I eat this pretty little cunt, alright sweetheart?"
You nod eagerly, and Bucky dips his head, his tongue flicking over your sensitive clit. Your let your hand cover your mouth, not trusting yourself to stay quiet whilst he feasts on you like a starving man. Your other hand grips at the cold leather sofa as you struggle to stay pliant, body jerking upwards despite the hand Bucky had across your stomach to keep you flat beneath him.
A thick finger teases your entrance, his tongue unrelenting against your nub as he pushes in, the pads of his fingers sending small spears of pleasure through your body.  He fucks his finger into you, not letting up as he adds another, his hips grinding into the sofa as he chases your orgasm like a mad man.
His gaze is predatory when you convulse beneath him, hips pushing up into his face against your will, fucking yourself against him through the violent orgasm. Your eyes clamp shut as he pulls away from you, the mixture of orgasm induced stars and the twinkling lights on the tree sending you a little dizzy.
Bucky's back at eye level by the time you reopen your eyes, a slow kiss and a reassuring 'you alright?' setting the two of you straight. His hips grind against you, leaving you overly sensitive, your whines silenced by his mouth.
"I'll take my time with you later, can I fuck you?" Your nod is frantic, borderline desperate, but in that moment you didn't care because Bucky Barnes was begging to fuck you and your be damned if you said no.
"Use your words sweets." My god this man will be the death of me.
"Fucking yes, Bucky."
"Potty mouth," he laughs and steals a kiss from your open lips, "Good god, I need to fuck you now."
He frees himself from his boxers, painfully hard when he grips himself tightly. He runs his tip from your drenched hole and over your sensitive clit a few times before sinking into you slowly, stretching you out, the bite of pain mixing with the pleasure so beautifully.
His first few thrusts are slow giving you time to adjust to the intrusion whilst he bottoms out, sinking his full length into you, a guttural sound bubbling out of his throat. 
He pulls out to the tip, grasping your chin softly so that you can watch him, keep your eyes on his as he fucks himself into you over and over again. The twinkling festive lights bounce across his skin, the warm glow against his face so lax with pleasure mesmerising. His hand comes up to cover your mouth, resting against your lips softly silencing your whimpers.
Your legs clamp around his hips pulling him into you, locking him against you with each slow yet deep thrust, until he untangles the pair of you, pulling your legs up so that your calves rest on his shoulders comfortably.
You're so sensitive from your previous orgasm, you can't help but teeter close to the edge as he thrusts into you from a new angle, impossibly deep.
"Jesus fuck." You mutter against his hand.
"Is that who's fucking you this good? Huh?" Even balls deep in your cunt, Bucky still manages to flash his teeth his smile cocky as ever.
"No- No, fuck." You whisper.
"Who is sweetheart? Who's tearing your pretty pussy apart?" His thrusts are punctuated, so dangerously deep you're not sure if you could ever go without him again, but you can do nothing but whimper at his words.
"Say my name,"
"Bucky. Bucky Bucky Bucky." You chant it into his skin, your breath soft against the harsh movements. His hand clings to the armrest, and you pull him against you, fingertips carving little red divots into his neck, holding him close to you until the air was stiflingly thick. Until you were sharing the same breath.
"It's so much." Your voice is hoarse and quiet against his skin, eyes squeezed shut as he stimulates your body, his thick cock pulling you apart and putting you back together again all at once.
"I know, sweets I know. You can take it, my good girl."
"You gonna cum for me? Cum all over my cock whilst I fuck you good, hm?." Your eyes are brimmed with tears when he forces you to look at him once more, his words guiding you yet mocking you all at once. You nod once again, your voice too grainy to string a few syllables together.
White hot pleasure stings your skin, his pace unrelenting  as shockwaves of pleasure tear at your skin. You're unable to stop your body as it goes slack, moulding into the couch cushions whilst Bucky fucks you through another orgasm with little remorse. His kisses are soft, placed delicately on any bit of bare skin he can find, until his own hips start stuttering and his silent breaths turn into quiet pants against your lips.
He's quick to pull out and fist himself, his tip sensitive and warm against your skin as he fucks into his hand, spilling himself onto the cool flesh of your exposed stomach. He reaches across to the coffee table to grab a festive tissue and wipe up the sticky mess so he can lay flush against you once again. Bucky's breaths are quick against your puffy lips when he pulls you into a kiss, just as tender as the others if not more so.
"You did so good for me, sweetheart. You warmed up?" He asks quietly, his large palm warm against your cheek.
"A little." Your smile is wide, teasing. It's bait and Bucky takes it, hands already moving down your body, riling you up once more.
"We'll we can't be having that now, can we?" His smile is equally as wide, one hand still cradling your face, the other drawing incoherent patterns against the tender your thighs. "Gonna have to warm you up some more, you know, in the Christmas spirit and all."
If this is the Christmas spirit, then Merry Christmas indeed.
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ohwowimlonley · 8 months ago
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Satiated - Bucky Barnes
Warnings - smut, swearing, kinda hair pulling, praise kink, size kink, innocence kink, subspace, oral (f receiving), fingering, cockwarming, fluffyyyyy, teeny lil bit of angst, terrible writing, idk it's just nAsty lol. Established relationship btw!
Characters - dom!bucky barnes x virgin!fem!reader
Summary - y/n wants bucky to be her first. Bucky doesnt know shes a virgin. Smut ensues.
Authors notes - this has been in my drafts since I first started my tumblr so it's terrible for the first bit but it gets better (hopefully?)
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You was so sure that this was it. Tonight would be the the night. You were finally going to give up your virginity. To Bucky.
You meant to tell him that you were a virgin. Really, you did. But it just never came up. You had been with Bucky for just over four months now. There was no point in keeping it from the others, mostly because of how clingy you were with him. It was strange for you; being this clingy - this needy - with someone. You'd never felt anything like it before. Granted, you'd never had a boyfriend before Bucky, he was your first kiss too. Not that he knew any of that, of course. But with him you felt so at home. You didn't think he'd need to know. It wouldnt make any affect, right?
You'd set the mood, you thought, just right. You didn't want to throw sex in his face so you opted for your LED strip lights to be set to a light red with the main light off. You were wearing his longsleeve Beatles tshirt and a pretty cute lingerie set that you bought in preparation. You decided against wearing shorts, after all, the mission was to fuck the guy, why let another bit of clothing get in the way?
"Hey doll, I'm back," Bucky's infuriatingly attractive voice rang out. He'd just gotten back from a HYDRA mission. You knew he hated going on those missions, especially when you weren't with him. You rushed over to him.
"Hi there darling," you wrapped one arm around his neck and the other went under his shoulder, crushing the life out of him in a hug. He returned it with equal force which made a grin wriggle its way onto your face.
"How was it?" You pulled away and smushed his face in between your hands, "are you okay? Did you need to go to the medi lab? Do you need another hug? Do you want to eat? I think I have some snacky things in my mini fridge but-"
"Doll, I'm fine," he interrupted, moving your hands from his face and putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder, "I didn't get hurt and I'm not hungry. I will take you up on that hug though. Can we watch something shit and cuddle? I missed you."
You almost melted at his little pout, "okay baby, why don't you climb into bed and I'll sort out some of The Flash, yeah?"
He leaned down to kiss your forehead before pulling away and getting under the covers. You went to turn on the TV and pulled up The Flash. You were well aware that Bucky was staring at your ass, which was sticking out of the bottom of his tshirt, giving him a peek of the lavender lace that barely covered you.
When you were done, you turned to see him with blown pupils but a calm smile on his face. He beckoned you over and you skipped towards him happily, your high ponytail swishing behind you. You jumped onto the bed and wiggled under the duvet with him.
Bucky immediately wrapped has arms around you and pulled you literally on top of him. You whined at him and squirmed.
"Buckyyyyy I can't seeeeeee!"
"Don't whine doll, you said so yourself that it's shit. So just stay here with me, yeah?" He held you tighter against him so you complied.
"Y'know, I have the best boyfriend, like, ever. Like it's not even funny anymore you're just awesome," you rested your chin in between his ribs and smiled so wide it was almost a grimace. He rolled his eyes at you.
"You're a sap, dollface," he was smiling, though, so it proved that he liked it.
You sent him a wink and sat up so that you were straddling him over the hips. His eyes bugged out for a second but he tried to play it cool. He leaned up to peck you on the lips.
"Hey there, princess," he murmured, smiling softly.
You kissed him again, deeper this time and with more passion. Bucky didn't seem to object so you pressed further, tounge edging into the seam of his lips and parting them. He grunted in response and sucked in the muscle, sitting upright now. His hands wandered down to your ass and squeezed, gently at first but his grip got firmer when you whined into the kiss. Bucky smirked and pulled away, eliciting another whine from you.
"What's got you like this, little one?" You shivered at the nickname. He noticed.
You distracted yourself from his words by rolling your hips on his. The sensation of it was sending chills down your spine making you shiver and your thighs tense. You could feel yourself getting... aroused.
"Like what, Buck?" You wiggled a bit on his lap, finally feeling that hardness under you that you'd never felt before.
"Like this," he muffled a gasp from your movement, "all... horny,"
You bit your lip and buried your face in his neck, groaning at his words, "stoooooop!"
"Whyyyyyyy? I just wanna know!" He insisted.
He wrapped one hand around your waist and the his prosthetic metal one in your hair. He pulled you back by the hair at the nape of your neck, the tiny bit of pain made you let out a moan.
"What's going on with you?!" He'd never seen you like this before.
You looked down, still firmly sat on his now very evident erection and played with the fingers of his flesh hand after prying it from your waist.
"I just- I can't-" you groaned at your inability to form a proper sentence.
"Just take a breath," you nodded, "and tell me what you want."
"I want you," you whined, "bubba please,"
"What do you mean doll- like-" you interrupted with another roll of your hips, praying that he understood. "Oh, oh,"
You nodded helplessly and grinded against him more, desperate for him to help you with the wetness that had built up from the friction between the two of you.
"You mean like, now?" He tried not to respond to your unintentional teasing but he was hard as a fucking rock because of you and your flimsy lilac panties, "y'know we don't have to if you don't wanna,"
"Baby please!" You weren't trying to be bratty, he was just taking so long and after 25 years of never orgasming, you were a little frustrated.
"Jesus Christ! Calm down doll, if I didn't know any better I'd say this was your time," he joked. But you tensed up. Oh god. Did he know?
You laughed it off, but Bucky's supersoldier senses made him acutely aware that your heart rate sped up and your breathing stopped.
"Doll if it's your first time we don't have to-"
"But Bucky I wanna! I promise. I wasn't even gonna tell you because I knew that you'd treat me like glass-- and- and that's why i never said that you were my first kiss either-" you cut him off but he returned the favour with an incredulous gasp.
"I WAS YOUR FIRST KISS? AND YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TOLD ME?!" He sounded angry. His grip on your hips tightened and you winced.
"I- I'm sorry Bucky! Just didn't wanna make you worried I-" His grip tightened more, vibranium fingers digging into your bones, "ouch Bucky!"
His hand instantly retracted and he looked mortified, staring at your skin that was already yellowing from his grip.
"See doll! This is why you should've told me! I could hurt you, darling! I don't ever wanna do that," his eyes were still glued to the still-forming bruise, tears welling in his pondwater eyes.
"You could never hurt me, Buck! Not really; not on purpose!" You protested. He didn't seem convinced in the slightest, more focused on the purplish red pigmentation coming to life on your hips.
"Oh honey, it's okay! It doesn't hurt and look, look, it's fading already," that was a lie, by the morning those bruises would probably be black and blue. Not that Bucky needed to know that, "and it's alright darling, it's not you're fault, remember? You can't always feel how strong your new hand is, yeah? My big strong Bucky,"
You could see him trying to fight a smile but he refused to meet your eye.
"C'mon Bucky! How am I ever meant to learn how to take care of you if you dont teach me?" You insisted. Bucky finally raised his gaze, along with his right eyebrow.
"Teach you?" He wore a smirk now.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
"Well, think about it, baby. I mean, I've never even kissed anyone. How could I possibly know how to- how to-" your confidence faulters almost immediately, failing to realise theres no need to be embarrassed when you're with your Bucky.
"To what, princess? To suck my cock? Y' wanna know how to suck m'cock? Or d'you wanna learn how to ride me? Hmm? Learn how to milk m'cock like a good little girl?" He teased. You shuddered against him, leaning further into his perfectly sculpted pectorals. "Oh, I think you do. I think that you wanna be my best girl, huh? My perfect little sub, yeah?"
You nodded against him, but that didn't seem to satisfy Bucky.
"Use your words with me, baby, yeah? Y'gotta use your words with me or else I won't know what you want," holy heck, even when he's dominating you to all hell, he's so sweet and gentle with you. It made you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.
"Yes, Bucky," you mumbled, reluctantly un-hiding your head from his warm body when a sharp tug at the roots of your hair prompted you away.
"Good girl, well done, honey," he praised you beautifully. You felt the urge to shy away from his compliments, but instinctually you knew that he wouldn't accept that.
"Thank you d- hmm Bucky," he obviously heard your blunder but didn't focus on it, opting instead to stroke soothingly across the expanse of your thighs.
"Okay baby. Just one more thing, I want you to have a safeword, m'kay?" You nodded, "this is just in case y'wanna stop or I do something you don't like, yeah? I won't go too hard on you tonight. Wanna make it all special for you. My little princess,"
"Thank you, bubba," shyly, you pressed a kiss to his cheek which made him grin widely.
"Can you tell me what you want your safeword to be, m'love?"
"I- uh," you were half tempted to give him a stupid answer but this meant a lot to him and you could see it in his eyes.
"C'mon, little girl, don't get all shy on me now," he lilted.
"I- uh, red? I think? I-it's easy to remember, I guess?" His hand had moved from your thighs to your ass, moulding it into any shape he deemed appropriate.
"Well done, princess," he rewarded you with a kiss to the forehead. Then the cheek. Then nose. Finally, the lips. As soon as he pulled away, you chased his lips with a pout and a whine.
"Now now, little girl. Dont get whiny," he lilted.
"Bubba kissy pleaseeee," you whined pathetically.
"Okay honey, but just know that you can't always get what you want with that cute little pout of yours," he relented, pushing his lips against yours. You whimpered into the kiss, grinding yourself down against him to relieve some of the pressure that had built up over your conversation.
He seemed to love it, grappling at your ass and pulling you further onto his raging hard-on. His tongue slipped into your mouth, licking over your teeth and smoothing itself over your own tongue.
"Lay down for me, little girl," he prompted, lightly tapping your bum and moving you to lie on your back. You scrambled to stay on top of him, clinging to his thighs and securing your arms around his neck, "it's okay, honey, I'm staying with you. Not going anywhere, yeah?"
"Staying," you echoed blearily, finally slipping off of him and lying down.
"Good girl," he confirmed, spreading your legs and settling in between them.
He tugged on the bottom of your shirt as a question to which you raised your arms and lifted up slightly. He pulled it off of your body and sat back on his heels to admire you. Bucky had never particularly been fond of the colour lilac but at that moment he had fallen in love with it.
"Sweetie you look... edible," he growled, "can I take it off?"
"Yes, daddy," your eyes widened at your own words, immediately covering your own mouth and retracting from his soothing hands. Your mind was racing 'oh god what did I just do? Does he hate me?'
"Say that again," he demanded, groaning and resting his head on your shoulder. You keened at that, letting out a sigh of relief that he enjoyed it.
"Yes, daddy," you brushed your lips to his ears, an almost tangible fog settling on your mind. It comforted you.
"Fuck," he lifted himself from your shoulder, undressing you quickly and throwing his head back at what he saw.
"I'm gonna fuckin' eat you for dinner," he rumbled. He moved your thighs even further apart, almost painfully so, and leaning down so his face was level with your pussy, "oh, honey look at you! You're soaking for me! So wet for your daddy,"
You whined and raised your hips in an attempt to get any type of friction. He pushed them down but ducked his head with you.
"Shh, it's okay baby. Daddy's here, I'll take care of you," he squeezed your thigh gently, "y' ready?"
"Please, daddy, pretty please," you tentatively moved your hands into his hair. He rewarded your boldness with a kiss to your pussy lips. It felt like heaven, even though he'd done next to nothing.
After that, he went all out; he spread your lips by dragging his tongue through them. Your fingers tugged on his hair as harsh as you dared, albeit not that hard. He seemed to love it though, moving to suck carefully on your clit. You let out a whiny moan, loving the new sensation. You'd never touched yourself before; never had an orgasm. This was all new to you and it felt so fucking good.
He suckled and pulled at your clit, slowly moving his index finger to your hole. He didn't enter you with his finger, opting instead to circle it gently, getting you used to the feeling if being touched there.
"Oh, daddy! S' good," you babbled, lost in another world of pleasure. He moaned against you when you tugged his silky locks harder. "D-daddy can you- can you please put your finger in? Pretty please?"
"Of course honey, but it might hurt. Hold my hand, 'kay? Squeeze it if it hurts, don't be afraid," he smiled at you oh so sweetly and offered you his metal hand. Your grip in his hair slackened and you moved your right hand into his flesh one, smacking his metal one out of the way.
"But honey," he protested, but you gave him no room to argue.
"Daddy! Wanna have your fingers in me please! I'll be a good girl I promise, jus' want your fingers," you argued. He complied, intertwining his fleshy fingers with yours and sitting up to get a better angle so he could position his metal ones by your entrance.
"Oh? Does my little girl want my metal fingers in her? Kinky little girl," he grinned at you.
"Yes daddy, please," you whimpered. Bucky kept his grin and pushed his middle finger against your entrance. You held your breath as it slipped into you. It was definitely painful, not unbearably so but still uncomfortable.
Your hand clenched around his while your other one sought purchase on the bicep of his metal arm. Bucky, always the detective, saw that you were struggling and gave you a moment to adjust.
"Tell me when to move, m'love," he urged kindly. You were more greatful than ever before for how beautiful his personality was. So kind. So loving.
It took you more than a minute to relax; muscles tensing and untensing around his vibrainium fingertips. When you were ready, you gave him the go-ahead so he started shallowly thrusting his finger in and out.
After that, it didn't take long before you were whining and begging for another finger. 'Another another another, daddy!' Of course, he had admonished you for being so bratty but he didn't turn you down. He thought you looked so pretty when you were begging for him.
"Daddy!" You whimpered, a strange pressure building between your thighs, heating up to an unbearable pleasure that you felt.
"Aw, baby, y'gunna cum?" He smiled. Before you could respond, he pulled out his fingers unexpectedly.
"Daddy!" You fussed, tingly feeling still strong in your core and thoroughly unsatisfied. The fog was like a blanket now; covering you up and keeping you warm.
"Shh, don't whine, baby. Don't want you to cum now and be too sensitive before I get you on m'cock now, do we?" Smoothing his hand over your hip, smearing your arousal over it.
"No daddy, sorry daddy," you conceded, terrified that you did anything wrong. You wanted to be daddy's good girl.
"No, sweetie, don't be sorry, you did nothing wrong," he reassured. You sighed, so thankful that you hadn't done anything wrong.
"Daddy?" You looped your arms around his neck.
"Yes, doll?" You rested one side of your head on his, still annoyingly clothed, pectoral.
"Can I have your cock now?" Glazed over eyes stared longingly at his own.
"Of course, little one," he pulled his shirt over his head, fucking finally. Your eyes stayed glued to his abs because 'fucking hell he's so fucking hot holy shit'.
"Thank you, daddy," your fingers pressed into his muscles.
"Sweetie, how d'you wanna do this?" He moved your hands from his abdomen gently so he could remove his jeans. Beneath them, you could see how truly massive he was and fuck he looks so good.
"Baby?" He asked again, snapping you out of your trance.
You didn't answer him verbally, instead moving onto his lap and settling comfortably on his raging erection. After his assault on your clit earlier, you felt extra sensitive and that pressure against your bare core made you convulse in pleasure.
"Okay sweetie, okay," he kept that calming smile plastered on his face, gently urging you to sit up so that he could remove his boxers. You kept his eyes glued to his face until it faltered in pleasure. Looking down, you saw it. Over eight inches and thick as all hell.
"Daddy?" Your head lolled to the side, watching as his hand moved up and down it at a moderate pace.
"Yes, doll?" Groaning, his eyes locked on yours.
"How will that fit in me?" He laughed at that, so fond of your innocence.
"It'll fit, little one, don't worry," he assured you, using his metal hand to gently stroke your hip.
You reached out to grab his cock but he was quick to move you away.
"No, sweetie," he moved your hand into his hair so you could play with it if you wanted to. You whined at him, claiming that you wanted to make him feel good, "you will make me feel good, honey. When I cum inside that sweet little pussy of yours I'll feel so good I promise,"
"Okay, daddy," you leaned against his broad shoulder as he circled your hips against his cock.
"Y'ready, princess?" He double-checked for what seemed to be the tenth time. You responded by reaching for his length and lining it up with your entrance.
Ever so gently, he slid you down onto his cock. If he hadn't opened you up with his fingers earlier, you would have been in a lot more pain. He kept his hands on you when you were all the way down on him; moving them to your tits and rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, causing even more pleasure to spike in your body.
You moaned loudly when he brought his mouth onto your left breast, suckling on your nipple, giving you the most pleasure you'd ever felt in your tits.
Adjusting took a few minutes but when you got used to it, you got impatient very fast. He noticed it when you grinded against him, shuddering at the immense feeling of his cock brushing against your inner walls. He couldn't bring himself to move away from your nipple, though, so he kept sucking while he moved both his hands to your hips and lifted you up so you were only halfway sheathed on his length. He secured you there so you were suspended on his cock, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. His pubic bone brushed against your clit and you were in heaven; his mouth on your tit, cock in your pussy and delicious friction on your bundle of nerves.
"Oh daddy! Feels so good!" You gasped out a breath, overwhelmed by pleasure and all of a sudden, you were falling. Falling deep into a delicious subspace. And there was that overwhelming buildup of pressure in your core again. "Daddy?"
He finally pulled off of your tit, leaving you cold without the warmth of his mouth, "yeah sweetie? What's up?"
Still thrusting up into you at a steadily inclining pace, Bucky found it hard to believe that this was your first time. You were so lost in pleasure that you hadn't acknowledged his words.
"Doll?" He punctuated his sentence with a sharp thrust to your g-spot, making you see stars.
"Daddy? I-I feel-" you didn't know what you felt. Full. For sure, you felt full. Bucky's girth was splitting you in two.
"What d'ya feel, doll? Y'gunna cum? Gonna cum all over daddy's cock like my good little girl?" He teased you, kissing along your neck, bruising it whenever he saw fit.
"Yes daddy! Please, please can I cum?" You begged.
"Of course, little one, cum on daddy's cock," he encouraged. As soon as he gave permission, you let go.
You'd never felt pleasure like that, vision going white and violently clamping down on Bucky's cock, causing his eyes to roll back into his head and cumming inside of you. You fell blindly even deeper into the blissful state that made you feel oh so warm and fuzzy on the inside.
You didn't stir for a while after that. Not until Bucky gently attempted to move you off of him.
"No daddy! Nonononono!" You scrambled to stay leaning against his chest, "no movin daddy, stayin here,"
"Honey, we have to get you cleaned up," he reminded you.
"Daddy no! Have to stay with daddy," you insisted. He ran a soothing hand through your hair.
"Okay, princess, we can stay here," he relented, "but 's not daddy anymore, is it? 'S Bucky again, remember?"
"Nuh-uh, 's daddy. 'N I'm daddy's baby," you babbled, reaching to play with his fingers.
"No baby, it's Bucky. C'mon, baby, y'gotta come back f'me, yeah?" He urged you ever so carefully, scared that if he pushed too far then you would go deeper into subspace.
"But daddy-"
"No baby, say it with me 'Bucky', yeah?"
"Bucky," you repeated. "Bucky!"
"That's right m'love! Are y' back with me now?" He asked.
"Yeah, 'm back baby," you muzzled your face in his neck, hyperaware that his cock was half hard again in your cunt but your legs ached too much to do anything about it.
"Well done honey, how d'you feel?" He checked.
"Satiated,"
"What in all hell does that mean?"
"Your a 100 year old assassin and you don't know basic English?"
"I'm American!"
"You speak English!"
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vancityfire13 · 14 days ago
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Good Girl
Natasha Romanoff x Bottom!Reader
Word Count: 900
A/N: Smut. Based on a great request. Natasha makes you beg during training.
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Natasha didn’t touch you gently. She never had. 
Your shirt bunched in her fist as she moved you back against the hard gym wall. The air was knocked from your lungs. You could feel her hot breath on your skin.
Heat flushed between your legs. 
Natasha didn’t touch you gently, but you couldn’t help liking it anyway.  
You panted as she dragged you back to the centre of the room.
‘Try again.’ She commanded and the rasp of her voice sent shivers down your spine. With typical speed, Natasha spun around, aiming a blow to your right side.
You blocked it unthinkingly with your forearm. Your brain buzzed with heightened instincts. Your mouth was uncomfortably dry.
‘Better.’ Natasha called out as she struck again. This time, you caught her hand in yours, twisting it away from you.
Your thumb brushed over her pulse point. Your cheeks flushed. 
‘Excellent.’ Natasha continued, moving in for a final strike. 
This time, you stepped to the side. 
Exaltation coursed through your veins as you managed to miss her again.
Your pleased expression was too easy to read.
‘Good girl.’ Natasha called out now, tone teasing. Your eyes flashed as they met hers. You could tell Natasha was patronising you. 
‘Not my fault if you pull your punches.’ You snapped back, ignoring the flutter of nerves as Natasha repositioned herself again, hips angling towards you.
There was a moment when all you could hear was your thundering heartbeat. You watched Natasha’s cool gaze nervously. 
Abruptly, Natasha smirked. In a flash, her leg had swept beneath yours, knocking you to the ground.
You swore as you fell, trying immediately to get back to your feet.
Natasha’s flat palm pressed harshly down on your chest as she held you in place.
You wondered if she’d purposefully touched between your breasts. The edges of her hand brushed them both at once.  
Your attention caught on the sinewy muscle of her forearm. 
Natasha hummed and you knew she’d caught your dumbstruck expression.
Slowly, she sank to her knees, letting her legs straddle over you. You could feel her weight rest across your hips.
Natasha’s eyebrow raised teasingly. She leaned forward and her sports bra brushed against your sweat soaked top. 
She paused, barely an inch from your face. 
‘I think you like being called a good girl.’ Natasha murmured with knowing satisfaction.
You rolled your eyes, huffing in embarrassed disagreement. 
You had to avert your eyes from hers. Want curled tighter in your lower stomach. You couldn’t stop thinking about the feel of her resting on top of you.
Natasha’s lips stretched wide at your reaction.
‘You want this.’ She determined with a hot kind of certainty. The pressure of her palm lifted suddenly and she dragged her fingers slowly down your front. 
‘You just have to ask nicely.’ She hummed out, teasing the lower hem of your tshirt between her thumb and forefinger. 
‘Please.’ You mumbled immediately, heat rushing to your face. 
Natasha’s laugh was musical.  
Her warm hand slid under your top. 
Natasha kissed you forcefully and your breath caught at the suddenness. Her teeth teased your bottom lip and you gasped out for air.
Natasha’s thigh slipped between yours. Then, she rolled her hips slowly toward you and the feel of friction made you moan loudly
‘Say it again.’ Natasha demanded, focusing her mouth’s attention on your neck. 
‘Please.’ You heard yourself beg desperately as Natasha sucked and nipped along your exposed collarbone. 
Natasha huffed a laugh as you tried to search for her hand, pointedly moving it closer to the space between your legs.
‘Please.’ You mumbled again, hoping the word could alleviate your aching need for Natasha.
Natasha bit your earlobe and hummed in pretend thought. 
Suddenly, she twisted the hand caught in your grip, taking control and pinning your own wrist to the side of you.
‘Convince me.’ She rasped next to your ear. Your skin trembled at her touch. 
Your thighs clenched around her.
‘I’m so wet.’ You pleaded suddenly, your mind given over to instinct. ‘Please, Natasha.’
Natasha’s hand slipped into your pants. Her calloused fingers felt rough to the touch. You whined as she curled a finger inside of you. 
Your eyes closed but you could still feel Natasha’s steady stare. The heel of her hand pressed against your clit.
You bit your lip as you moaned out. 
Natasha swore lowly as she watched you.
She curled another finger into you. You were already achingly tight with anticipation. The friction made your stomach curl. Your head fell back against the hardwood floor. You tried to remember how to breathe. 
Natasha kept moving her fingers. The tight coiling feeling inside you became unbearable. 
Your fingernails scraped along her back. You hooked your fingers into the strap of her sports bra, bringing Natasha’s front closer to yours.
The heel of her hand touched your clit one last time. 
Your arms wrapped tightly around her as the orgasm wrecked through you. Her thigh stayed steady between your legs as her fingers slipped out.
With every shaky breath you took, all you could taste was Natasha’s closeness. 
When your eyes blinked open again, Natasha was looking down at you. 
Her expectant smile sent a shooting thrill through you all over again.
‘Good girl.’ She repeated.
This time, you smiled.
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kinanabinks · 8 months ago
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His Koala Bear 🐨 Dark!Steve x Reader
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this is my first ever time writing a steve rogers x reader imagine. the idea came to me late at night. this was driven by my need to be manhandled by captain america
non-avengers au
Summary: You and Steve have been best friends for as long as you can remember. He can’t help but let his dark fantasies seep into reality.
WARNING: MATURE + DARK, 18+, fem!reader, DARK!STEVE, steve is lowkey (or maybe highkey) manipulative, takes advantage of innocent!reader, kinda dub!con, dry humping
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The knock on your door at midnight should scare you.
When you moved to New York, your mother warned you to lock your door at night and not to open it for anyone. "Under no circumstances are you to answer a knock after 8pm," she repeated at least a hundred times while you loaded your things into the moving truck. "There is just no need for anyone to be visiting you at such ungodly hours."
"I'll be fine," You replied, sick of her incessant concern. "Steve and Sharon live not a stone's throw away from my apartment, and crime in the city has been declining at a steady rate for the last four years."
She narrowed her eyes at you. "I know you made that statistic up, and I know you think I'm too much of dumbass to find out if it's true, but I'll let it slide this time."
"Come on, ma, aren't you excited for me?" You asked her with a grin.
Rolling her eyes, she sighed with defeat. "Of course I am. I'm just sad to see my daughter all grown up."
That was two years ago. Now, you're a fully fledged New Yorker, or at least you think yourself to be. Life is good. You have a great job with a promising career ahead of you, you're dating someone who's handsome and sweet to you, and you see Steve at least every other day, just like you're kids again.
When he moved to New York almost a decade ago, it was heartbreaking. After growing up together, you couldn't imagine life without Steve, but you managed to make it work. Video calls and regular reunions every two months kept your spark of friendship alive, and the distance did nothing to stop you from being best friends.
The job opportunity wasn't expected, but it was thoroughly embraced. Steve caught the red-eye right to your home town the second he found out, wanting to make sure you were going to accept the offer and move to the city. He helped you convince your mother that you'd be safe under his watchful eye, and she was quick to believe him since she practically had a hand in raising him.
You adjusted almost immediately, and Steve made sure of it. He told you the best places to eat, the places with the prettiest views to go on runs (though he refused to let you go without him), and he introduced you to his friends. Sharon, his wife, doesn't always see eye-to-eye with you, but she's polite enough. You can tell that she isn't thrilled when he takes you out to dinner, or sleeps over at your place after nights out, but Steve is more than skilled enough to sweet-talk her into trusting the fact that your relationship is nothing more than platonic.
Anyway, back to the knock.
Yes, it's midnight and yes, you live alone, but you already know who's on the other side of the door before you even open it. When you swing it open, Steve narrows his eyes. "How many times have I told you to keep the chain on the door until you know for sure who it is?"
You sigh, leaning against the doorframe. "How many times have I told you that you're the only one who visits me so late at night?"
He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. You can tell by the slight redness in his scleras and the way he looks like a broken-hearted, exhausted little puppy that he's unhappy.
"Fight with Sharon again?" You ask, to which he nods.
"Yup," He confirms, making your chest ache.
You open your arms wide and he immediately accepts your hug, wrapping his thick arms tightly around you. Your feet lift off the ground as he walks further into your apartment, and you wrap your legs around his torso before you fall down. He kicks the door shut before trudging to your kitchen and placing you on the counter, standing between your legs.
Looking forlorn, his eyes are on the ground and you cup his cheek with a pout. "Steve, people argue. It's normal."
He meets your gaze, his blue eyes filled with melancholy. "We never argue."
You let out a soft laugh, "Because we've been best friends since we were five. How could we ever disagree about something when we based everything we know and think on each other?"
He hums, before raising his eyebrows. His voice is low, and defeated. "Is it alright if I sleep over tonight?"
"Of course you can," You say softly, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.
"I'll just take the couch," He mumbles, his eyes downcast.
Steve Rogers is a bastard. That's what he thinks of himself, anyway. He knows exactly how to make you feel sorry for him, and exactly how to get you where he wants you. He knows he's wrong for it, but it doesn't stop him from exploiting your innocence.
He moved to New York out of guilt. His sexual attraction to you was growing too strong, and he was afraid he'd ruin things if he was to act on it. He knew he needed to create distance between you, learn to stifle his feelings and then, once he was sure he could trust himself around you, he could move back home. But New York had a way of hosting all the things Steve loved, not to mention the progress he had made in his business career. No, he couldn't move back.
He needed to bring you to him.
It was fine; he could trust himself now. He was married to another woman, for crying out loud, and he hadn't had any untoward thoughts about you in a long time. Not while he was sober, anyway.
So he pulled a few strings, called in a few favors, and managed to orchestrate an irresistible offer for your dream job, minutes away from where he worked. This way, he'd have you back in his life, where you belonged.
He thought he was better. He thought he truly loved Sharon, and that he was over his unhealthy obsession with you. But then you moved to New York, and he once again became possessed by the thought of you. Steve just couldn't stay away from you, but you were none the wiser to his feelings for you. It was Steve; he had always been touchy-feely and open with his emotions, and maybe a little overly flirtatious- it was Steve. That's just how he had always been.
"Steven, how many times have we shared a bed?" You ask with a raised eyebrow, before adamantly adding, "You're not spending the night on my leather couch."
Giving you a soft smile of appreciation, he picks you up again before taking you to your bedroom.
"I have legs, you know," You tell him with a laugh.
He shrugs, "I like carrying you."
God, you're so hot. Steve can't believe he stayed away from you for so long, but he's so glad you're back. For the past two years, he's been making you fall in love with New York, to make sure you're never tempted to go back home. If he were to lose you again, he isn't sure he'd survive.
While you change into a silk tank top and matching shorts in the en suite, Steve pulls off his shirt and joggers, leaving him in just his boxers. You aren't surprised by his half-naked body when you re-enter the bedroom, having seen it countless times before.
He's lying in the middle of the bed, and when you kneel onto it he quickly pulls you on top of him so you're straddling his waist. You're too focused on scanning your chipped nails to see the way he looks you up and down with sheer lust, and the way he has to do his best not to squeeze his hands any tighter on your hips.
You look down at him with a sweet smile and rest your hands on his hard chest, hoping he feels better about his argument with Sharon soon. You hate seeing him upset, but it seems that him and Sharon have been fighting a lot recently.
"Can I have a hug?" He asks with a small voice, making your heart swell.
"Of course, Stevie," You sing, before leaning forward and resting your chest against his. One of his hands rubs your back, his fingers slipping under your loose tank and stroking your skin. His other hand rests on your hip, dangerously close to cupping your ass- but you don't sense anything untoward about his touch. It's only Steve, after all.
"I love you so much, sweetheart," He mumbles into your ear.
"I love you too, Steve," You reply, pulling your head back so you can meet his eyes.
He places a long, soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, his hands slowly rubbing your body. "I don't think I'll ever be happy seeing you with another man, because I know none of them would ever be good enough for you. You perfect little thing."
You giggle at his compliment, and the sound goes straight to his cock. "Is that why you hate Alex so much?"
Steve rolls his eyes at the mention of the guy you're currently seeing, and lets out a grumble. "Don't remind me about that ass-hat."
"He isn't an ass-hat!" You insist. "You just need to get to know him better."
"I'd rather just hug you all night," He mutters, feigning fatigue. "Can I?"
You frown at the fact that he thinks he needs to ask. "Of course, Stevie."
Suddenly, he takes a tight hold of your hips before pushing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. "Much better," He whispers.
"Steve!" You exclaim between laughs, shaking your head.
He chuckles along, his hand gently cupping your cheek while he stares down at you with adoration. "I could have you wrapped around me like a little koala bear all day."
You snort at his words, but are glad that he's feeling better. "Does that make you the tree?"
A mischievous glint flashes in his eyes. "Can't you feel the trunk?" He playfully pushes his crotch against yours, and you gasp when you feel his boner.
"Steve!" You squeal, attempting to push at his shoulders but unable to keep the smile off your face.
"I'm just kidding," He says with a sly grin, before dipping his head and resting it against your neck. He hums when he takes in a breath, his mind absolutely taken over by you. Before he can stop himself, he's pressing a chaste kiss to your neck. "Your skin's so soft. You smell so good."
You close your eyes, a lazy smile on your lips. "Alex treated me to a spa day."
Ignoring the mention of his current mortal enemy, Steve drowns in the smell of cocoa butter mixed with your natural scent. "Mmm, I could just bite you." With that, he nips at your neck, making you yelp.
"Hey!" You scold him, tugging at his hair.
He swallows thickly as you pull on his locks, his lips still brushing softly against your neck. "It's not my fault you taste so good." After a few more innocent kisses which you brush off, Steve speaks again. "What would Alex say if I gave you a hickey?"
"Absolutely not, Steve," You say sternly, shaking your head at his immaturity.
"Oh, come on," He drawls, making you laugh. "Why not?"
"You can't," You insist, lightly patting his muscular back.
"You can just say you burned yourself with a curler," He mutters, before lifting his head so he can meet your eyes, giving you the puppy-eyes he knows tug at your heart. "That's what Sharon tells me."
His words break your heart and you cup his face. "Oh, Steve," You sigh. "Come here, honey."
He falls back against your body, clutching you tightly. He has to hold back his smirk. You make it too easy. Resting his forehead against yours, he keeps the innocent look on his face. "You make me feel so much better, baby," He says truthfully, ever so slightly rubbing his boner against your clothed cunt. He's slow and soft enough to keep you from calling him out, but hard enough for him to be able to draw some incredible pleasure from his movements. Looking down at your chest, he lets out a chuckle. "You cold?"
Your eyes widen and you look down to see your nipples which have hardened beneath the thin material of your top. "Oh, my God." With a wicked smile on his face, he flicks one of them, making you gasp. "Steve, stop!"
He doesn't. Instead, he begins rubbing his thumb over it, giving you a look as though it isn't his fault. "Hey, you're the one with hard nipples right now. They're kinda hard to avoid; you're almost poking my eyes out."
"I hate you," You whine, your cheeks heating with embarrassment.
Suddenly, he lowers his head and grazes his teeth against your nipple, making you gasp.
"Steve, what are you doing?" You ask with a whisper, your eyes wide.
He grins, "Just trying to make you squirm." He takes your nipple between his teeth and gently bites down, making your hips buck up.
"Well, it's working," You mewl, feeling something peculiar building up in your core.
"Yeah, it is," He says proudly, continuing to bite your breast.
"That's not a good thing!" You inform him curtly.
He just grunts in response, before letting go of his inhibitions and placing his mouth around your pebbled nipple. He starts sucking it through your top, making you whimper at the electric bolts his actions are sending through your body. Steve has been touchy and flirty before, but this is the furthest he's ever taken it.
"Steven," You whine, to which he laughs, causing a low vibration to wrap around your nipple.
He finally pulls away, laughing nonchalantly. "Alright, alright."
"You made me wet now," You complain with a frown, causing his heart to skip a beat. You've never once made a sexual comment back to him, let alone tell him when you're turned on - no matter how horny he knows he secretly makes you.
"Huh?" He utters, his cock twitching.
"Look at my top," You tell him, gesturing at the wet patch over your left breast.
Steve lets out a sigh, slowly nodding. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Have I been a bad boy?"
You giggle, running your hand through his hair before playfully saying, "Yes, you've been a bad boy, Steven."
He lets out a shaky breath at your words, before resting his forehead against yours. Slowly, he begins humping you again, his eyes boring into your wide ones. "I love you, baby. You're my best friend in the whole world."
His words make you smile. "I love you too, Stevie."
His hips buck up and made you quietly whimper, and he knows he's making you feel good. "Well, I love you more," He mumbles, holding himself back from thrusting against you as hard as he wants to.
You sigh, "I'll let you win."
He smirks at your words, his thumb stroking your cheek. You have truly stolen his heart, soul and body, and he wouldn't want it any other way. "I could stay like this forever," He admits, with his boner rubbing ever so gently against your crotch.
You finally take notice of his soft thrusts, and your heart begins to race. "Steve..."
"It's okay," He assures you, his voice and face having a way of relaxing you.
"Sharon wouldn't be happy if she knew you were in my bed," You comment lowly, hoping your mention of her doesn't anger him.
He's a little frustrated that you mentioned her, but he could never be angry at you. He could never speak with anything but love to you. He could never hurt you, and he would never, and he'd do everything in his power to stop anything and everything else from hurting you. "She knows you're my best friend," He tells you simply, before taking your hand and placing a kiss to your knuckles.
You let out a dry laugh, "But she probably doesn't want me being the one comforting you after one of your arguments." Memories of all the sour looks Sharon has given you flash through your mind - Steve notices them too, and it makes him resent her to think that she sees you as anything less than a perfect angel.
"Fuck her," He mutters, rolling his hips a little. "I'm here with you right now."
Biting your lip, you feel your stomach flip. "Steve?"
"Yes, sweet girl?" He asks, willing to do and give you anything you ask for.
"You- your-" You can't bring yourself to say it as you feel your cheeks heat up.
He loves how innocent you are, and it shows in the sly smirk on his lips. "What is it, pretty baby?"
"Y- you have a... boner," You whisper, unable to meet his eyes when the naughty word leaves your mouth.
Feigning surprise, he raises his eyebrow. "Oh, shit. Sorry; I can't really control it." He bites his lip before beginning to hump you harder, making your pussy tingle.
You're left speechless as he grinds into you, keeping the look of innocence on his face while he strokes your cheeks and whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
"You're so perfect," He mumbles, his eyes rolling back. His beard brushes against your cheek, as he speeds up his thrusts. "You really are, my sweet girl."
You purse your lips together to hold back your moans, in shock at what's happening right now. You're breaking every rule of friendship right now, but it feels too good to bring it to a stop just yet. His hard cock rubs your clit through his boxers and your silk shorts, making a familiar feeling build up in your core.
Both of you are keeping in your noises of pleasure, as though letting them out will make the fact that this is happening more real. Afraid that your moans will break the illusion that this is nothing more than just an intimate, innocent, platonic hug.
Steve is in heaven. Finally, he's getting what he has craved for so long. What's he wanted, what he's needed - no. What he fucking deserves. What he deserves after being your protector your whole lives, after making sure that nobody ever hurt you. Nobody messed with you back home because of him. When he moved to the city, the memory of his threats ran deep among your friends and associates, none of them attempting to make a move even when he wasn't physically there to watch over you. And now, in New York, nobody dared to flirt with one of New York's richest CEO's property. That was how they saw you. Yes, Sharon was his wife, but the pretty little thing on his arm at corporate events that Sharon didn't want to attend? The deadly stare on his face for anyone who spoke to you silently conveyed the fact that Steve Rogers owned you, and he'd rain hell on anyone who tried questioning or changing that.
With his arms tightly wrapped around you, he humps harder and faster, bringing you both to your blissful orgasms. "That's it, let go, just like the good girl you are," He mumbles, pulling you into a sense of security and safety. "It's alright. Let me make you feel good, baby."
You feel yourself squirt, soaking your silk shorts, and Steve feels his cock throb incessantly. He continues thrusting a few more times, licking and nipping at your jawline. As you float through the feeling of pure joy, he growls animalistically, shuddering and shaking as he cums harder than ever before in his boxers, feeling like a timid virgin again.
Your eyes shoot open when you realize what just happened. "Oh, my God."
Steve lets out groans and grunts against your neck, both of you breathing heavily.
Mortified, your bottom lips quiver. "I'm so sorry, Steve, I- oh God, that was so wrong."
"No, baby, it's okay," He softly assures you, stroking your cheek.
You shake your heard, filled with guilt. "No. You came over here upset, needing comforting and... I'm such a bad friend. I feel like I took advantage, you were upset-"
"Hey, hey," He whispers, holding your face and meeting your eyes. "You are my best friend. Always. You didn't do anything wrong, I promise. I love you so much."
Your eyes are glossy. "I love you, too, Steve," You reply with a sniffle.
"It's okay," He promises, kissing the tip of your nose. "These things happen. It's completely natural, okay? You did nothing wrong. In fact, you did so well for me, baby."
You nod, his praise making you feel good, but the guilt doesn't leave you. "Y- you're married..."
"And Sharon isn't here," Steve finishes, rubbing your scalp and looking at you with all the affection and love in the world. "And she doesn't have to know. She won't know. Ever." With that, he kisses your lips, and he feels as though he's just placed the final piece of a jigsaw puzzle right in the center, and the image makes sense.
And when you happily reciprocate his kiss, you both know that you're finally looking at Steve the same way that he's been looking at you for the past 15 years.
PART 2
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christowhore · 5 months ago
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If I Can’t Have You…
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pairing: soft!dark!bucky barnes x avenger!reader
summary: bucky fell in love with you ever since you bumped into him at the compound. you two became acquaintances, but nothing more. what happens when his unrequited love begins to turn into an unhealthy obsession?
word count: 2.6k
warnings: DARK CONTENT, soft!dark!bucky, yandere, fluff, pining, obsessive behavior, unrequited love, perverted behavior, stalking, panty stealing, panty sniffing, male masturbation !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!!
notes: so this is my very first dark fic. i was a bit apprehensive about doing so with how dark creators have been treated lately, but i decided to just go for it and hope for the best. there will be a part 2 titled '...Then No One Can' that will be published in the future. i hope you all enjoy ! * i do not consent to having my fic reposted and/or translated *
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To say Bucky was in love with you would be an understatement.
He had first encountered you when you were recruited almost a year ago as an Avenger. Your skill sets were up to par with the Captain due to your super strength and speed, making you a beneficial asset to the team.
When you first entered the compound on your move-in day, you had accidentally bumped into the super soldier. Pushing away from the intrusion, Bucky looked down at you and he swore his heart had completely stopped.
He was met with the sight of your beaming eyes and bright smile. Usually Bucky was met with eyes full of trepidation, scared that he might revert to his old ways, but with you there was no sign of that.
“I’m so sorry Sergeant Barnes,” you spluttered, trying to regain control of your bearings. “I was trying to find my room and wasn’t looking where I was going.”
Bucky then remembered the memo he skimmed through this morning about a new recruit. He searched through his memory about the contents of the message, trying to remember something to aid him in his effort to talk to you.
“I-It’s fine.” He was so enamored by you he couldn’t even get out more than two words to you.
He stood there admiring you. He took in the way you had your hair up in a ponytail, the shape of your body in your athletic wear flaunting all of your curves. Your lips were supple and all he wanted to do was feel how soft they were against his own.
The soldier didn’t even realize he had a scowl on his face until he saw his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows behind you. He quickly relaxed his muscles a bit to not seem so intimidating, though it wasn’t much help.
Bucky gestured his hand out towards the residential area, “I can show you where they are.” His words came out meek and he mentally cursed himself out for his cowardly behavior.
You gladly accepted his offer as he proceeded to silently walk towards the quarters with you in tow.
When he reached your assigned room, Bucky unlocked the door and opened it wide enough for you to enter.
“Here you go,” the brunette mumbled, his eyes focused on the floor, too afraid to look up at you.
You walked into your new home and set your bag down on the bed before making your back to your new coworker.
Your hand shot out, palm angled to the side as you looked at the man, “Thank you for your help by the way. My name is (Y/N).”
Bucky looked at your outstretched hand instead of your face, scared he might become hypnotized again. Once he grasped onto your limb, a barely audible gasp escaped him.
The warmth of your hand was something he wanted to cherish till the end of the time. His rough palm was a stark contrast to your supple one. He thought about you caressing the side of his face as he laid on your chest. And the perverted part of him thought about how your softness would feel wrapped around his cock.
Barnes pulled away, suddenly missing the feel of your skin on his.
“Bucky.” He muttered before walking out of your room and towards his own.
You had heard about the Winter Soldier in your briefing packet. Knowing how aloof the man could be, you let him walk away making a mental note on trying to win him over later on.
Once crossed over the threshold of his quarters, Bucky slumped against the door, chest heaving.
He had his fair share of dames back in the day, though they were just sexual conquests to him. After falling off the train and ultimately becoming the Winter Soldier, he never had the luxury of opening his heart to anybody. Causing him to harden himself, never letting anyone in, only focusing on the mission at hand.
But with a single look from you had him unraveling at the seams. His heart was thudding in his chest, his breaths coming out in pants. He also couldn’t ignore the straining in his jeans, cock beginning to form a rather noticeable tent in the fabric.
The sergeant didn’t know which emotion to feel right now, but one thing for certain- he didn’t want to lose out of his life at all.
Heading over to his bed, he laid down and unzipped his pants. His thoughts filled with you and that alluring smile and doe eyes.
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The relationship between you and Bucky remained the same for months. You would start up a conversation, he would mutter along a response and then find some excuse to leave.
You were beginning to wonder if he just didn’t like you, but Steve calmed your worries. He informed you that the man was like that with everybody.
Meanwhile Bucky was beating himself up over his nervousness. He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t properly converse with you. All he knew was that the second you looked at him, his whole world stopped and nothing else mattered. He would focus on your laugh, your beautiful features, your figure. And without fail, it would cause him to get uncontrollably horny.
For being a trained assassin, he was required to be sharp and focused at all times, in any situation. Yet he couldn’t even stand around you for more than five minutes before had to run to the nearest bathroom, and tug out his frustrations.
He was glad, but also jealous of the fact that he wasn’t assigned to be your trainer. He had gotten assigned to some new tactical officer who he couldn’t give a shit about considering you were a few feet away, sparing away with his best friend.
The gym was filled with various noises from the blows towards a punching bag to the creaking of an exercise machine. Thankfully to his super hearing, he was able to focus in on the glorious grunts that left your lips. Bucky ordered his recruit to take a few laps, ignoring the agent's disgruntled moans.
Bucky took his place near your mat, intensely observing every fiber of your being.
You were wearing a tight black sports bra that accentuated your breasts, making them appear fuller. Sweat droplets cascaded down the valley of your chest as you danced around Steve.
The matching leggings you donned left nothing to the imagination, the material appearing to be painted on you.
Bucky looked down at your tapped feet, your painted toes poking out of the bandages. He watched as you raised your right leg to connect to your opponent's side, successfully landing your attack.
The brunette heard Steve congratulate you on your landed hit and he couldn’t miss the slight smile you had on your face due to the soft praises delivered to you. Bucky thought about all the ways he’d inform you of how much of a good girl you were. How well you would be doing taking his cock inch by inch.
His thoughts were interrupted when the sound of skin harshly connecting with the mat filled his ears. Looking down, he saw you panting below the Captain, your limbs spread out, a subtle groan of pain rung in the air.
The sight of you in such a compromising position had him reaching down to rearrange his hard-on. Knowing that if he stayed there any longer he’d paint the inside of his shorts, he jogged over to the bathrooms in hopes to gain some reprieve in the shower.
Bucky stripped away his sweat soaked clothes and stepped into the stall, turning on the hot water. He squirted a little mint scented body wash onto his palm and began to lather himself. His thoughts wandered back to you, and how you looked absolutely delicious laying down, out of breath. His hand fell down to his aching cock, harshly stroking it with the image of you still fresh in his mind.
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Bucky had washed himself off and retreated to his room in hopes of catching some well needed shuteye. He woke up to the sounds of movement in the corridor. Getting up and heading towards the hallway, he made his way to the kitchen where half of the team were currently mingling, dressed to the nines. He suddenly felt self-conscious considering he was still in his sweatpants.
You lifted your head and noticed the brunette watching. Making your way over to him, waving in his direction.
“Hey Bucky, we’re heading out tonight to go to that new club. I tried asking you earlier but F.R.I.D.A.Y stated that you were asleep.”
His heart started beating erratically due to the fact that you were thinking about him. Before he could respond, Sam butted in, ruining the moment.
“Oh cmon, you know how he is (Y/N),” Sam bantered, “Mr. Always Serious is never in the mood to have some fun.” His comment sent laughter through the group, making his cheeks turn hot as a blush ran across his features.
“Yeah, clubs aren’t really my scene,” Bucky muttered, “But you guys go ahead and have fun.”
The group said their goodbyes to the line soldier as they left the compound for their night out. Bucky stood in place, shifting his semi-hard cock in his pants that he got once he laid eyes on you in that skin tight dress. All he could think about is how wonderful you’d look underneath it.
Deciding to go ahead and relieve his ache once more for the day, he headed back to his assigned room.
As he padded along the linoleum floor, he passed by your room, the door slightly ajar. Bucky went to go ahead and close it but was met with the smell of your cherry blossom perfume, the scent drawing him in.
He looked on either side of him, making sure no one else was in the halls, before slipping into your room and shutting the door.
The sergeant knew what he was doing was wrong. This is your personal space, a place of privacy. But here he was, staring at your belongings like a creep.
Your room was neat other than the clothes strewn around on your bed, no doubt from trying to determine what outfit to wear.
He stepped towards your bed, fingers grazing the various items. Picking a tshirt up, he brought it to his nose and inhaled. Your scent still lingering on the material.
Shame flooded the brunette's mind at the realization of his actions, making him drop the item back to its original place.
He forced himself to turn and head back out of your space when his eyes caught the sight of a pair of panties hanging from your hamper.
Bucky couldn’t stop himself from reaching out for the undergarment.
They were a red pair, with frills on the side and a pink heart on the front. His cock hard at the thought of you wearing them, the thin material covering your mound. When he turned the fabric at an angle, he felt a wet substance on his fingertips. Traces of your essence were on the crotch of your panties. “Fuck me,” Bucky panted out.
Realizing he had been in the room for longer than he anticipated, he stuffed his prize in the right pocket of his pants and made his way to the exit.
Checking the hallways once more, he slid out from your room and practically ran to his own.
Once inside, he retrieved the panties and threw them down on his bed, admiring the sight.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y, lock my door and make sure no one gets in unless I say so,” he ordered the artificial intelligence. Once he heard the program agree to his request, a sinister smile made its way on his features.
He knew it was wrong, entering your room and stealing your clothing but he couldn’t help himself. You were this amazing and astonishing woman, you’d never be into him. He couldn’t have you so this was the second best thing. This was a justified action, and it’s not like you’d ever find out about it.
Bucky removed his shirt, tossing the material haphazardly to the side, before tugging down his pants. He palmed himself through his briefs, feeling the heavy weight in his palm.
The soldier picked up your panties before laying down on the bed. Once he was comfortable, he pulled down his underwear causing his dick to slap up against his abdomen. The copious amounts of precum leaking out of him was a huge indicator of how horny he was.
Not wanting to waste any time he placed your underwear over his face and inhaled. Your sweet scent filled his nostrils, launching him into what felt like heaven.
Bucky gripped the base of his cock, forming a tight ring around himself. “F-fuck,” he stammered out. All he could think about, while your intoxicating aroma filled him, was you on top of his face. Your slick folds being lapped up by his tongue.
Whenever he fantasized about you, he would always begin with languid strokes up his length in an effort to stave off his own orgasm. But with the special prize that was gifted to him from above, he knew he wasn’t going to last long.
His flesh hand furiously pumped himself to the thought of you underneath him. Pulling away quickly to spit on his palm to add to the precum that he had been using as lube, he continued his motions.
Images of your sweaty body flashed in his mind. He imagined what your moans would be like, how your face would contort due to the pleasure he’d make sure to deliver to your body.
The slick sounds of his movements rang out, “Oh god doll. That’s it, just take it.” His moans added to the mix to create a beautiful symphony of sound.
He alternated between long strokes to quick flicks of his wrist, working his head. The roughness of his palm delivered a sweet friction that stimulated his cock even more.
Activating the heating technology on his mechanical arm, he reached down and fondled his balls, imagining it was your own hand pleasuring him.
He rolled his balls between his fingers, tugging at each sac roughly, pulling a guttural groan from him. Palming himself, he brought his index and middle fingers to his perineum. Applying a harsh amount of pleasure beneath his sack sent a jolt of electricity all throughout his body, causing his hairs to stand up.
Bucky tilted his head back, getting lost in desire. The wet patch of your panties came in direct contact with his open mouth, the substance teasing his tongue. He welcomed it, taking the bit into his mouth and sucking your juices out of the fabric, desperate to know what you’d taste like. “Doll, you taste like heaven,” Bucky moaned out.
The combined efforts of his rapid stroking, heated fondling and your panties on his face unleashed the tidal wave of his release. “O-ohhh fuck (Y/N)!” He was thankful for the soundproof walls Stark had installed, otherwise he’s sure that everyone in the tower would’ve heard him.
Hot globs of his seed pumped out of his cock and onto his abdomen and chest. Bucky continued to stroke himself through his orgasm, pushing past the gnawing feeling of overstimulation setting in.
After pumping out every drop of his seed, Bucky melted into his bed. Feeling too spent to clean himself up. Wearing a sick smile, he dozed off to sleep with your panties still in his mouth as he lightly sucked. Your enchanting eyes and inebriating fragrance, drifting him to unconsciousness.
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A/N: so this was fun to write. part 2 will be coming soon, depending on how well this fic does.
*PART 2 IS NOW UP*
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m0chaminx · 7 days ago
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Druig | I've Missed You
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𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : Slight angst, Smut !!! Oral (M receiving), Switch reader, Switch Druig, Praise kink, Teasing, Mocking, Minors DNI
Paring : Druig x F!Eternal reader
Reader has element manipulation
There is a fair bit of plot
Spoilers
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : You find Druig once again and you want to prove you missed him
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𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 : 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 - ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs :)
The sinking feeling that took over your gut, the twisting and churning and the buzz in your ears grew louder as you watched Druig, your lover, walk down the steps. Away from his role, away from his family, away from you. Ajak spoke to everyone but the words just fell dull in your ears, simply a background noise as the last of the villagers following Druig disappeared from sight. The hand sliding onto your shoulder made you jump and spin to Makkari looking at you with sorrow-filled eyes.
"Y/N, are you okay?" She signed quickly before moving back to rub a comforting hand on your shoulder. You shook your head and took a breath.
"I'm not sure," You signed in honesty resting your head against the stone wall. Your eyes darted to where the others were, but now it only held Thena, Gilgamesh and Ajak in the corner waiting to speak with you. Makkari held your cheek turning your head to face her again.
"Ajak said we can go," Makkari relayed. "I'm staying at the Domo for a while, but I understand if you need to go." Makkari's soft smile broke your heart, she wanted you to stay with her but now you were free. Free...
"I have to go," You singed softly pulling Makkari close so your heads rested together. "I'm sorry, but I can't stay." Makkari read your lips and nodded letting out a stuttered breath.
"I love you," Makkari signed once she pulled back enough. "I will see you in another time."
"I love you," You signed back squeezing her into a hug before she sped off.
Your head spun back to the burning village watching the flames flicker against the black sky. "Y/N," Ajak called before you could take a step down. "Do you mind if I walk with you?" Ajak smiled walking to stand with you. You smiled at her starting to take the journey down the stairs.
"What do I do?" You asked staring off ahead.
"Whatever you want," Ajak smiled softly knowing that wasn't what you meant but knowing you needed to admit it.
"No. What do I do without him?" You asked as your feet finally hit the dirt ground. "I saw him first, I talked to him first." You stopped to suck in a breath as you stopped in front of a charred hut. "I kissed him first, I loved him first." Each sentence brought you closer to rage, "The Eternals are my family... and now that's gone!" The last sentence sent a large surge of wind outwards stopping the flams dead.
Ajak walked out in front of you gripping your shoulders staring into your eyes, "You are Y/N the goddess of the Elements, you tame the seas, you let villages thrive, you give them air and you give them warmth," Ajak relayed Sprites many stories, which were based on truth. "You can do whatever you want."
The train blaring horn sprung you from your slumber and you nearly banged your head against the window again. You tugged the ends of the sleeves of your blue dress back down your forearms. A knock sounded to your left and you strained your posture noticing it was a train worker. With a curt nod, the man slid the door to your compartment open, a kind smile spread on his face.
"We will be entering Peru in just a few moments milady, but I must ask if this is truly your destination," The man offered a weary smile.
"I appreciate your concern sir, but I know this is the place," You reassured with a kind smile.
"I trust you mam, but be wary of the forest, a man lurks with indescribable power," The man spoke and with a final nod before closing the door again.
It was Druig, it had to be. Many a rumour passed through London where you had been for the past ten years, a young man capable of controlling even the toughest of minds. But still, your hope was little. The last two hundred years you spent searching for him, London had been your latest stop but certainly not your first. There had been Europe and its surrounding islands, the edges of Africa, North America and another rumour sent you back to London- and then nothing for ten years, until now.
Trudging the forest to reach the center of the Amazon was tiring, thank god you had brought a spare change of clothing. swapping the bulky dress for men's garden ware, was it the most appealing, or after so many years certainly not the thing you wanted Druig to see first. Using the flora part of your gifts, the gold glow encasing your hand and forearm you pushed a large tree up and into its original place making sure to fix its rooting as well. Just beyond that revealed a lining of vines, pushing your way past into a small village.
You watched for a moment the residents doing their tasks or the small children running around chasing each other with sticks. Shaking your head you walked to a young woman who was plucking a flower from a bush to pass to a young boy.
"Excuse me, do you know a Druig?" You asked the woman tapping into your knowledge of Spanish. The woman's eyes raked over your attire and turned to mumble to a man behind her.
"Why do you ask?" The woman asked her accent much thicker than yours could ever be.
"I'm an old friend, I just need to know if he's here," Your voice broke into slight desperation your hope slowly fading.
"Druig?" A kid questioned tugging on your slacks, "His hut is over there." You followed the kids gaze to the largest hut in the area. You mumbled a small thank you even as the kids was being chastised. Your steps carried you to the door and your heart dropped into your stomach as your hand reached up to knock.
"It's open," Druig called, even speaking a different language you could still hear the Irish laced in it. You pushed the door open watching his figure loom by the window. "What do you need..?" His voice faltered when he turned and noticed it was you standing there. You, his once lover.
"Hey Druig," You spoke in English waving a hand sending the door closed behind you. His voice got stuck in his throat watching you move to release the hair tie from your head letting your hair drop on your shoulders. "I've been looking for you."
Druig stepped forward taking your face in his hand caressing his thumb running across your cheekbones. You brought your hands up to rest over his. "My beautiful, darling Y/N," His accent sparked a fire inside that you thought you had lost long ago. "My Y/N." He brought his head down pressing his lips to yours. Your hand moved to the waistline of his shirt gripping it and pulling him closer. He broke away leading you to the bed sat in the center of the room where you sat side by side. He finally took in your full appearance and chuckled at your choice of clothing.
"I know it's silly," You admitted brushing your hands along the pants. "But Dru, I've been looking for nearly two centuries. I wasn't actually expecting to find you here. So no fancy dress up." His eyes softened at your statement and he brushed some stray hair from your face.
"For two centuries..?" He asked holding your face in one hand, you leant into his touch letting your hands fall to his legs.
"It's not easy to get around, especially without the Domo," You giggled but you weren't joking at your laugh was empty. You lifted a hand to his cheek pulling him closer to kiss him again. Druig's free hand moved to grip your waist tugging at the bottom of your shirt. You pulled back to press your forehead to his and your breathing was faster than usual. "Let me show you how much I've missed you." Druig simply nodded and pulled you back to him engaging in the messiest kiss you had shared.
Druig ran his hand all over your body, whatever he could reach. You had been gone so long and god he missed this. Druig's hands ran to your legs trying to tug you closer. You got the message and swung your leg over his to trap him under your legs. Druig pulled back breathless holding you back slightly by your waist. "The door," Druig rasped before he latched his lips to the skin of your neck. You threw your hand up, glowing with gold as you covered the door in thick vines. Druig grazed his teeth against your collar bone making you let out a strangled moan as you gripped his shoulders in support. Druig chuckled at you his voice vibrating against your throat. "I have ruined you so many times my love," Druig grazed his hand up your sides raising goosebumps on your skin, "And yet you still react as if it's the first time I have touched you."
Druig tugged at the vest you wore tearing it at the seams, tossing it behind you onto the ground. Your shirt was next to go Druig ripped it open the buttons flying around. Druig leant back holding your thighs as you stripped the shirt off completely. You tugged at his shirt, "Please Druig," You whined trying to pull it up. Druig complied throwing his shirt behind him. You pushed your hands against his chest and he fell back against the bed. He gripped your sides pulling you with him. Your lips latched to his skin leaving dark red and purple marks from his neck to the top of his pants. Druig groaned throwing his head back as you nipped at his hip. You gripped his pants pulling them down letting them hit the ground, ridding you both of shoes as well. Druig pushed himself onto his hand squeezing his eyes shut letting a low moan slip as your fingers grazed over his hardening crotch. "We have spent so many nights together, and you still react as if I'm touching you for the first time," You teased pulling his underwear down his erection springing free.
"Y/N, I know it's been a while but if- Oh fuck," Druig's retort was replaced with a moan as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock. Druig gripped your hair and you rested your hand on his thighs as you started to lower yourself down. "Fuck, shit please Y/N."
"Please what Darling?" You teased taking your lips off slowly pumping him with your right hand. Druig cursed as slipped your thumb over his slit, "I'm sorry, I didn't quite get that."
"Please Y/N, I need to cum," Druig whined trying to buck his hips against his hand. A low giggle escaped your lips before you finally took him back in your mouth your hand moving to the base of his cock stroking what didn't fit. Druig threw his head back tugging at your hair as he tried not to move, not wanting to fuck your face so soon. "So fucking good, my beautiful Y/N." You moaned around him making Druig bucked his hips up your throat closing around his cock. "Fuck sorry, you're just- Fuck, so fucking good." You lifted your head to take a breath and you leant up kissing across Druig's neck and throat as you pumped his cock as fast as you could.
"Are you gonna cum for me, baby?" You whispered against Druig's ear listening to Druig's strangled and breathy moans. "My pretty boy." Druig hands quickly found your waist gripping it hard enough to leave bruises, his hips stuttering as his cock let out strings of white cum, it covered your hand as you gently stroked him through his orgasm. You whispered sweet praise in his ear, lightly rubbing circles against his hip. "So good baby, such a good boy."
Druig kissed your shoulder watching as you used your powers to make water to clean the mess and throw it out the window, "Jesus," Druig sighed pulling you closer to hug you properly. "I guess I really did miss you."
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ᴇɴᴅ .
𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 .
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higherfurther-romanova · a month ago
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Everything Goes According to Plan... | Kinktober Day 5
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Warnings: Strap on sex, lap dance, language, Wanda pinning r down and riding her… anyways lmao let me know if i missed anything. 
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader
Word Count: 1075
A/N: Listen, I wasn't planning on having reader packing, but it just kind of happened… also I ended up getting more votes for Wanda, sorry for those who voted for Nat, but you'll have a lot more to come. ;)
( @wannabe-fic-reader​ im not sure whether you wanted to be tagged in this or the nat thing but here just in case 😂)
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It started as an innocent dare. All of you were gathered around in a circle, truth or dare questions being asked around. When it came to be Wanda's turn to ask something, you should've known something was up with the mischievous glint in her eye. 
"(Y/N), truth or dare?" She smirked. 
You eyed her skeptically with an eyebrow raised, "I don't trust you, truth." 
"Have you ever received a lap dance?" She said in an oddly casual tone. 
You laughed, expecting much worse from the way she was building it up, "I have not, sadly." 
She nodded, her eyes lingering on the necklace hanging around your neck, you never took it off, Natasha gave it to you as a welcome to SHIELD and you just found comfort in it. 
It was then your turn to ask someone a question and the rounds went on until it circled back to Natasha who picked on Wanda. 
You rolled your eyes as you heard the same question for what felt like the millionth time that night, throwing your head back as you took a deep breath. 
"Dare…" Wanda said hesitantly, "Your thoughts are very loud, Romanoff." 
Natasha winked at her, "I dare you to give (Y/N) a lap dance." 
Your head shot up in surprise, "You what?" 
Wanda shot Natasha a flustered glare, her face was flushed crimson red as she averted her eyes from your seemingly intimidating gaze. 
"Maximoff, I don't bite." You laughed, seeing her flustered state, "Unless you want me to…" you added suggestively. 
Her eyes widened, "(Y/N)!" She laughed, slapping your arm lightly. She reluctantly stood up in front of you, placing her hands on your shoulders before straddling your lap. You could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. 
"If you don't want to do th-" you tried to assure her that it was okay if she was uncomfortable with this, but she quickly shut you up by crashing her lips into yours. She bit down on your bottom lip as she moved her hips against you. You were about to bite back, but she stood up and pulled away, swaying her hips as she turned around and placed herself in your lap again, grinding her ass into your crotch. She must have felt the toy hidden under your clothes, because you felt her breath hitch and she froze with wide eyes. 
Natasha let out a low chuckle as she saw your guys' plan play out. You were nowhere near oblivious to Wanda's crush on you. During team meetings, all her attention was on you, during movie night, she would curl up particularly close to you, etc. 
"I think this is our queue to leave," Natasha said, dragging the other two out with her. 
Wanda was completely lost in you, lost in the way the toy was pressed up against her ass, the way your hands were placed firmly on her hips, your hot breath on her neck, sending chills throughout her body. 
"If there's something you want, you'll have to use your words." You whispered behind her ear. 
She bit her lip, suppressing a moan, "I-I want you to fuck me…" 
"You don't sound too confident in that." You wrapped a hand around her body, fondling her breast. 
She moaned at the contact, "Mmm, fuck I've wanted you inside of me since I can remember, (Y/N), please… I want to feel you filling me up, to cum around you, to feel you on top of me with that damn necklace hanging down in my face…" 
You swallowed dryly, blushing at her words, "Sounds like you've thought about that a lot…" 
“Oh, you have no idea…” She said, lifting your chin with her index finger, tearing your gaze from her breasts. 
That’s when you completely lost it and lifted her up. She hit the bed with a thud, barely able to take a breath before you were tearing her clothes off, immediately biting down on the side of her neck. 
“Fuck, mommy…” She moaned, not even realizing she’d said it. 
You quickly discarded your clothes and then returned to trailing kisses and bites down her body, cherishing every slight gasp and reaction she had. You soon reached the apex of her thighs and were face to face with her glistening cunt. 
“You’re soaked for me... “ You groaned before licking a stripe through her folds with no warning. You chuckled against her as you felt her arch her back, bucking her hips up for more. You dipped your tongue further into her folds, making contact with her opening, her hand flew down and gripped your hair tight as you continued to repeat this action until she was right on the edge of her release. You pulled away, moving up her body before she came. She whined, but it was quickly turned into a moan as you lined up the toy with her pussy and thrusted in. 
“F-Fuck, I wanna ride you, mommy… wanna ride that huge cock of yours.” She panted out as she felt you bottom out inside of her. She felt you groan against her chest before she flipped both of you over, pinning your hands over your head. She threw her head back as she ground her hips against yours, the toy hitting that perfect spot inside of her. You bit your lip as you watched her hips move against yours perfectly, the sound of your skin slapping against hers as she rode you like her life depended on it drove you absolutely insane. She kept your hands held above your head with her powers as her hands fell to your shoulders while she tried to hold herself up. You could tell she was getting close so you bucked your hips up into her’s, causing her to scream out in pleasure.
“Harder, holy shit… harder.” She screamed. 
You gladly complied, fucking the cock up into her faster and harder, absolutely spellbound by the way her tits bounced with every little movement she made. Her nails dug into your shoulders as she finally came with a scream of your name, her legs shook on either side of you and she fell with her head on your chest, cock still buried deep inside of her. 
“Good girl.” You kissed the top of her head, running your now free hands through her hair. 
“Thank you for that…” She said sleepily. 
You simply smiled and wrapped your arms around her.
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frostedfaves · 5 months ago
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Just Like Magic
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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
Summary: Yelena invites her new best friend to hang out and ends up having to share. (Combined requests from @emilyprentissslut and anon)
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!milf!wandanat with younger (21+) reader, dom/sub dynamics and mommy kink, a bit of manipulation/coercion, smut: oral, penetration, bondage, slight edging, nipple sucking
A/N: this took forever to write and I was going to post it where I last left off, but as long as I took with this, I wanted it to have somewhat of a proper ending. although I did leave off in a way that I could add onto this if I decide to later! anyway, can’t wait to hear your thoughts!
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“You finally made it.”
The blonde girl offers you a sarcastic smile as you pass her on the threshold, your eyes wandering for a moment while she locks the door behind you.
“I told you that I couldn’t come over until 2.”
“As if you have anything more interesting going on.”
Yelena grabs your arm and leads you into the kitchen, giving you a playful shove toward the island as she continues to the refrigerator. You hop onto one of the stools, placing your bag on the floor beside you just in time to catch the bottle of water tossed directly at your face.
“I see your reflexes are still working,” she teases as another voice cuts in.
“That’s no way to treat your guests, Lena.”
The taunting grin on your best friend’s lips shifts to a scowl as two women come into view. Their eyes seem to be glued to your form, one pair holding a welcoming gaze and the other an air of indifference. Yelena gives them your name and identifies the pair as Natasha and Wanda, and Natasha steps closer to you with her hand outstretched.
“Don’t listen to our little dorogoya.” Natasha nods toward the younger blonde with a teasing smirk. “We’re her mothers.”
“That’s not technically true,” Wanda clarifies over Yelena’s incoming protests. “We do love her like we created her ourselves--”
“But mentors would be a more accurate ‘M’ word,” Yelena adds, pushing past the pair to grab your bag from the floor. “Let’s go before they say something else that makes me gag.”
“It was nice meeting you!”
Your words are rushed as you scramble out of the kitchen, trying to avoid staring at Natasha while she subtly unzips her hoodie. Her hand releases the zipper once you’re out of sight, but Wanda grabs it to finish the job.
“You’re a tease,” she comments while raising her tank top, and Natasha places her hands on her cheeks with a smile.
“Tell me what she’s thinking.”
“She’s definitely interested, but she needs more.” Wanda lowers her head and touches her lips to one of Natasha’s exposed nipples. “I think I need more, too.”
Natasha bites her lip and threads her fingers through her lover’s hair to pull her flush against her chest.
“Then take it.”
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“Wait!” you call out before Yelena can throw the ball again. “Where's the bathroom? I have to pee.”
“You Americans and your weak bladders.” She rolls her eyes playfully as she plops on the ground to take a seat. “It’s the last door on the left.”
You enter the house again through the sliding door of the kitchen, passing through the room to the hallway. The bathroom is easy to locate and you’re in and out pretty quickly, but soft musical notes floating through the crack of a door stop you before you can make your way back outside. Opening the door further reveals a staircase heading toward what you assume is the basement, and before you have time to form doubts, you find yourself descending.
The music guides you to another cracked door, and you freeze in your movements when you notice Natasha and Wanda in the far corner of the room. Making sure you’re still out of sight, you take a look around the parts of the room you can see from the doorway, and it doesn’t take long to figure out what the space is for. There are various ropes, chains and ball gags hanging along the walls, and shelves hold harnesses, vibrators and dildos of all sizes.
“Flavored lube?” Wanda eyes the bottle curiously as she takes it from Natasha.
“Yeah, I figured it would be fun to try.”
“As if you don’t taste amazing enough on your own,” Wanda places her hand on Natasha’s chest, causing her to chuckle.
“It’s not for us, love.” Natasha raises her brow, and her wife seems to have a look of realization.
“Do you think she’ll like it?”
“I don’t think she’ll mind a little help getting this inside of her.”
You nearly give away your position with a gasp when the red haired woman holds up a harness with a protruding length that seems almost as big as her forearm. Deciding you’ve seen way more than you were meant to, you head back upstairs as quickly and silently as you can, trying your best to ignore your wandering thoughts as you join Yelena again.
“What took you so long?” she scowls as she jumps to her feet again. “You were staring at that ugly painting on the wall, weren’t you?”
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” you argue, turning your back to grab your water and give yourself extra time to catch your breath.
“If you keep chugging that, you’ll have to pee again.” You hear her laugh before you feel the ball lightly hit your back. “But I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
You had yet to discover if she was right or not.
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“Dinner was amazing. Thank you, Miss Maximoff,” you address Wanda as she collects everyone’s plates, not quite meeting hers or Natasha’s eyes until she stops in front of you.
“You can call me Wanda, honey. I don’t mind at all.” She offers you a sweet smile before looking past you toward Yelena. “Lena, do you mind helping me clean up? I need to show you something anyway.”
Yelena opens her mouth, fully prepared to make a comment about Wanda being able to handle the whole house with a simple flick of her wrist but a pointed look from Natasha stops her.
“Sure.”
You watch her grab everyone’s glasses and follow Wanda into the kitchen, and you release a quiet yelp when you feel Natasha grab your chin a moment later. Your eyes widen when you realize just how quickly she traveled to your side of the table from her chair, and you feel nerves settling in as her eyes study your form.
“You’re a gorgeous little thing, aren’t you?” 
The longer you stare at her, the calmer you feel as the desire to push her away leaves your body. She moves her thumb and presses against your lips forcefully until you part them, her smile widening as she begins rubbing along your tongue and your lips close around her.
“That’s it, such a good girl for me. Do you think you can behave like this for Wanda, too?”
“I would hope so.” Wanda’s voice fills the room again as she reenters, placing one hand on your neck as she lightly kisses the other side, just below your ear. “You wouldn’t want to be punished before you’ve even had a chance to be rewarded, would you?”
“No, Wanda,” you answer the best you can around Natasha’s thumb, and her grip on your neck tightens.
“You call us Mommy now.”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Perfect, printsessa,” Natasha praises as she pulls her hand away, Wanda also stepping back as she pulls you to your feet. “Now why don’t you lead us downstairs? I believe you already know where to go.”
“You knew I was there?” you ask timidly and Wanda laughs.
“Why do you think you went down there in the first place?”
Natasha grabs your shoulders and turns you around, giving you a light shove toward the hallway. You cautiously lead the two women toward the basement door, glancing into the kitchen and feeling a knot growing in your stomach when you don’t see Yelena at all.
The door is locked behind you once you reach the intimidating room again, and you’re pushed onto a bed before each woman grabs one of your hands and chains you to the wall. Wanda straddles you and kisses you eagerly, moving her hips to grind her covered pussy against yours. Vibrations pass between the two of you as you moan into each other’s mouths until she pulls away and stands on the mattress to take off her panties.
“You think you can make Mommy cum like this?” She challenges while lifting her dress and lowering herself to sit on your face, a quiet moan escaping when you press your tongue against her clit in response. “Good fucking girl.”
“What about while your other Mommy fucks you?”
You can feel Natasha removing your pants and underwear, bending your legs at the knee as she joins the two of you on the bed and hooks her arms around them. You can already feel yourself clenching a bit in preparation for what you know is coming, and a muffled moan escapes you when she runs the tip of her tongue along your folds.
“What does she taste like?” Wanda cries out to her lover while you suck on her clit desperately, and Natasha pulls away just long enough to answer.
“Like she was worth waiting five months for.”
Wanda continues to ride your face, forcing herself to keep going past her orgasm while Natasha teases you relentlessly with her tongue. Just when you think she might let you cum, she pulls away abruptly, leaving you whining into Wanda’s pussy and grinding against nothing.
“Patience, printessa,” she scolds you from across the room. “You don’t get to have things simply because you want them.”
You jump and let out a sound that’s a cross between a yelp and a moan when her hand smacks your sensitive clit, gasping when the slap is followed by the head of a dildo running through your folds toward your entrance. Bucking your hips toward it causes it to slip inside you a bit, and Natasha groans at the sight.
“Look at my pretty pussy so eager to take me.”
She takes her time easing half of the length into you as you clench around it occasionally, thrusting gently for a bit and then roughly pounding her way in until her hips are nearly meeting yours with every powerful stroke. If Wanda wasn’t keeping you muffled, you’d be screaming right now. From pain or pleasure, you couldn’t tell the difference anymore, you just knew something inside you felt amazing.
“Whatever you’re doing to her, Tash, please don’t stop,” Wanda calls over her shoulder through gritted teeth in between groans. “She’s fucking killing me right now in the best way possible.”
“Don’t worry...” Natasha roughly tugs your waist to bring you closer and Wanda scrambles to balance herself on the mattress as she continues to ride your face. “You know I don’t plan on letting her go anytime soon.”
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eloquenceflores · 3 months ago
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* ・ ゚𖡼 ︎ִֶָ⁀➷
𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗬 𝗗𝗢𝗟𝗟 | 𝗻. 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗳𝗳
「 SYNOPSIS 」 / the day finally comes where your deepest fantasies comes true ♡︎.
「 PAIRINGS 」 / milf!natasha x fem!reader
「 WORD COUNT 」 / 1306
「 WARNINGS 」 / SMUT, sexc blonde!milf!natasha, age gap (reader is of age), ma’am kink, dirtttyyy talking, oral, fingering, use of a lottt of pet names, just filth, overstimulation, language, porn with little plot, d/s dynamics, cheating, cum eating (i do not condone!) that’s it?
➪ author’s notes : ❝heyy babes, i am trying out a new writing format since i thought it’ll be a good time for a change because now i’m lookin at it, i hate how i use to set up my fics lmao. so if it looks weird or sum just ignore it k? and y’all im so sorry for this filth, like i was just so horny and wrote all of this in one setting once again. anyways i hope y’all enjoy as always i love u <3 ❞
part two
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you don’t know how it came down to your close friend’s downright drop-dead gorgeous mother fucking into your pussy roughly with her manicured fingers in the marvelous kitchen of her home.
with your friend in her bedroom continuing to watch the movie you both were supposed to watch and her working husband gone to work, it was just you and your long-term crush natasha. from her striking face, the russian dialect she’ll speak to you on a day to day bases and just the way the older woman carried herself pulled you in the first time you’ve ever stayed a night over. you’ve always fantasized about this moment, dreamt about it, you’ve touched yourself about it. and nat knew this, the woman had caught you once doing it when you thought no one was home. saw the way your pathetic little fingers tried to get yourself off, and heard the little moans of her name being called.
you thought you were being secretive, “such a dumb little baby” natasha always thinks to herself.
natasha had her other hand clasped tightly around your throat and pulled back, causing an even bigger arch to form on your back. your hands gripping the marble island countertop so hard your first started to turn a shade lighter. her finger speeding up by the second as she continued to pound both of her digits into your pussy from behind. “my fuckin’ goodness babygirl, look at you” she whispers with a groan of her own leaving from her as she stared at your broken, blissed out face with absolute hunger and desire. “this wet pussy of yours is squeezing my fingers so tight, honey”
the way her low, gravely voice kept spitting the most obscure things in your ear was making you so much wetter than you ever were before. you're high approaching you so fast and intensely with mighty speed. natasha could sense this with the way she kept feeling the walls of your core pulsating and by the way she felt and saw how your thighs were beginning to shake and twitch against her own. “is my little slut going to cum for me? you’re gonna make a mess all over me and the floors?”
you whimper loudly, too loudly. your eyes tightly squeezed shut, your mouth opened widely in a silent scream. you head nodding frantically to her words. “p-please ma’am”
natasha chuckled and then suddenly yanked away from you completely. her fingers absolutely soaked with your essence, she rubbed the excess onto your puffy folds before dropping away from you once more. the incoherent whine and words spilled from you as soon as she left your pussy empty, which only made you recieve a little spank on the flesh of your ass. before spinning you around to face her, the same fingers she just had in your pussy were softly grasping your chin to make you look at her in the eyes
“if you make your ma’am cum, she’ll fuck you properly. okay? can you do that for me, you pretty little doll?”
you nodded your head quickly in obedience. ready to please the older woman in a heartbeat. you hear natasha coo, her soft, plump pillow-like lips placing a kiss at your lips before ordering you to get down on your knees. you followed the command with grace, your hands in your lap as you stared up at the woman with shiny, doe eyes. “you’re such a good little girl for me, honey. now how bout’ you take my panties off and lift up my nightgown” you listened once more and began to remove her black, lacy underwear. you then lifted her nightgown up to reveal her mound to your awaiting eyes, keening softly at how wet she is.
“you see how I'm dripping for you, pretty baby?” you nod at her words with a lick of your lips.
“you’re going to have to make it snappy, little one. you don’t want my daughter to come down and witness her friend eating her mothers pussy now do you?” you immediately shake your head which natasha smirked at, “get to it then”
and with that you drove into her. you weren’t experienced when it came to eating someone out due to the fact you’ve never done it before. natasha could tell you didn’t but you caught on quickly to all the right places to make her moan and wither which was impressive. “there you baby, suck on my clit— yes, just like that” you followed her soft commands, letting her guide you to her preferred pleasure however she wants. your glistening lips sucking her little button into your mouth diligently, pulling back to lick at her folds and leaking opening before going back to her bulb.
you can see the blonde haired woman play with her clothed, hard nipples through her nightgown, her head thrown back as she grunted. a bunch of jumbled russian words exiting from her lips as she moaned at the pleasure you’re giving her, the feeling of your warm mouth lapping her up with eagerness quickly built up her high in a heartbeat. “fuck you’re so good, my pretty baby. don’t stop eating your ma’am’s pussy, you're gonna make me cum so hard honey” she then grabs a handful of your hair, running her hands through the strands before unexpectedly tugging on it harshly from a particular suck you inflicted on her clit.
“please, please cum ma’am. please? i want it”
natasha chuckles breathlessly at your whines, the sounds making her whole body flutter and heat up. “yeah? how badly do you want me to cum all over that gorgeous little face, honey?”
you whine against her pussy, causing the older woman's legs to twitch and spasm like how yours was earlier. you pull back away from her core momentarily, “so badly, ma’am. please give it to me, i’ll always be your good girl, please?” you begged and pleaded over and over, little whimpers leaving you as you continue to pleasure the woman in front of you. your sweet, sweet pleads and promising words are what has pulled nat over the edge once and for all. the woman groaning and tugging on your hair as she orgasmed. as she did so you continued your assault on her pussy but more softer, trying to prolong her orgasm as much as you can. ignoring your own need and weeping cunt, hers and her pleasure the only thing on your mind.
when nat finally came down from the intense high she had to physically remove your head away from her overstimulated clit you kept licking and sucking at, you just couldn’t get enough.
“you tasted so good, ma’am” you whisper as your blown-out irises bored into her own. the whole bottom half of your face glistening and shiny with the woman's arousal, making natasha groan once more. that sight alone could make her cum again.
natasha then lifted you by your shoulders so you were standing straight in front of her. her mouth immediately attacked yours aggressively, almost as if she was cleaning her cum out your mouth. her tongue messily dominates yours quickly, giving you one last kiss before pulling you away. a singular string of saliva keeping you both connected.
natasha grinned widely, her pearly teeth pulling her bottom lip in between to bite. she wiped at wet spot on your chin with her thumb where her essence laid before she then took it to swipe it onto your bottom lip. “you made me feel so good, pretty girl. i promised to fuck you and i will keep that, you deserve it. how about you finish yourself off in the bathroom and make sure y/f/n is sleep and come into my room when your ready”
“i’ll be waiting for you”
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ramp-it-up · 2 months ago
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This 1Kinktober is to celebrate 1000 followers! 🎉. Also, the 1st anniversary of my first fic posted on this blog is 10/25! 🥳
I’m so humbled an honored that you chose to follow me. Love you ALLLLLL! 😘
Fics Will be posted at 4pm EST M-F and 2 pm EST ON Sat. and Sunday. Comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated!
Here is the Calendar of Kinks!
Dates in October
Thigh Riding Bottle Rocket-Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans
Lactation Kink Choices-Chris Evans
Filming Angel Baby- Jake Jensen
Spanking Never Been Kissed-Lin Manuel Miranda
Hand Kink Definitely, Possibly -Daveed Diggs
Public Sex Sorry Not Sorry -Chris Evans
Voice kink/Phone sex Very Merry - Rafael Casal
Cock warming Validation- Bucky Barnes
Breeding kink/Cum play Situationship - Chris Evans
Voyeurism Shake It Up- Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans
Praise kink Only Bad Choices- Rafael Casal
Clothing kink Nice and Slow-Janthony
Size kink The Fit and the Feel- Chris Evans
Creampie Posession- Bucky Barnes
Light BDSM Amnesia- Rafael Casal
Face Riding Make it Hot -Johnny Storm
Anal Little One- Ari Levinson
Wax Play Sensation-Bucky Barnes
Brat taming Couples Therapy Lin Manuel Miranda
Hair pulling Definitely Yes- Daveed Diggs
Breath play Tranquility-Rafael Casal
Begging Salutation- Bucky Barnes
30-yr old Virgin AdorkableChris777- Chris Evans
Coercion Coercion-Ransom Drysdale
Toys FS14:Time to Play -Daveed Diggs
Edging Lesson Learned -Rafael Casal
Cuckholding Spin it ‘Round -C Evans/Sebastian Stan
Clit slapping Fuck Me Heels-Andy Barber
Threesome Round Two-Bay Boys
Multiple Those Who Seek Release Select Avengers
The Absolute Point Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes
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ardentcupid · 2 months ago
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Dog Tags (Bucky Barnes)
Word Count: 1.7k
Summary: Reader surprises Bucky wearing nothing but his dog tags
Notes: 18+ only under the cut. Body worship, nudity, p in v, established relationship, creampie, fem anatomy for reader, too many pet names. My first time writing smut so be nice :)
3 weeks. 21 days. 504 hours. 
Bucky had been gone for three weeks, and you were counting every second until he came home again. His mission had taken longer than usual, and you were beginning to feel the effects of his absence. 
With little access to a phone, Bucky hadn’t been able to call more than twice since he’d been gone. The specifics of the mission weren’t important to you, but Bucky’s return was all that was on your mind.
Bucky had gifted you his dog tags a while ago, a covert promise that he belonged to you, and you alone. Now that he was halfway across the world, the tags served to anchor you in place, to remind you of his vow to always find his way back to you. 
The metal chain rarely left your neck, often hidden behind layers of clothes and away from the prying eyes of others. The tags were a tribute to you and sat over your heart where Bucky had made his home. 
Early this morning, Bruce had found you in the kitchen, telling you the news of the mission’s end. 
“They’ll be home before midnight,” he had said before wandering back to the lab.
Your day was jumpstarted, like a shock had run through your body. You made quick work of preparing for Bucky’s return, cleaning and trying to contain your excitement at the thoughts of having him next to you again.
The day passed and you were practically buzzing as you sat in your spot on your shared bed. You had received the notification that the jet had landed, and you knew there was nothing in the world that could keep Bucky away a moment longer.
You sat on your haunches, feet tucked under you like a picture of serenity. A chill ran through the air and you shivered, bare to the world except Bucky’s dog tags around your neck.
They clinked together with every movement and shifted against your skin as you took in a shuddering breath. You knew Bucky would appreciate the sight of you waiting for him so patiently. 
With that thought, light filtered in through the doorway and Bucky appeared in front of you. All at once, the weight of the situation hit you; Bucky was safe, and he had come home to you just like he had promised.
The two of you shared a small gasp as Bucky looked over your exposed body. You had both waited so long for this reunion, and you could practically feel yourselves gravitating toward each other.
Bucky slowly closed the door behind him, hoping that this was more than a pleasant dream. He thought about pinching himself to make sure that this was real but didn’t want to wake himself in the case that it wasn’t.
“Welcome home, Sergeant.”
Your voice was quiet and sultry, a beacon of desire that that guided him to where he belonged.
Bucky approached you with orchestrated steps like he had planned this entire moment in his mind.
“I missed you, doll.”
He stopped just out of reach, watching the light reflect off the dog tags around your neck. 
His eyes trailed down your frame, admiring the eloquent pose that you had taken. With your chest pushed out towards him, you looked like you were trying to close the distance between his body and yours.
He reached forward to run his fingers over the metal chain, stopping at the disks that rested between your breasts.
“Missed a lot about you.”
“What did you miss, Buck?”
“Everything.” His answer was instant.
“Missed the way you feel in my arms, missed your lips on mine, your hands running over me, touching me like you know exactly what I like.”
“Sounds like we have a lot to make up for.”
He sent you a lopsided smirk, hands ghosting down your ribs and over your naval.
“I think you’re right, doll.”
In that moment, everything was perfect. His lips found yours in a devastating kiss, making up for every second that you had gone without his touch.
You groaned into the kiss as Bucky’s tongue met yours, passionate in this unity.
Wordlessly, his hands began to memorize your body, brushing over your shoulders, your spine, your thighs — everywhere except where you needed him most.
Your fingers twisted into his shirt, gripping the material tightly to bring him impossibly close. You couldn’t stand this barrier between the two of you and you began pulling at whatever fabric you could reach. 
Bucky’s hands left your body for just a moment, pulling a breathy whine from you in objection. His hands joined yours in hastily removing any offending article of clothing before pushing you back onto the bed and joining you there. 
His warm breath puffed over your face as he laid over you, drinking in your dazed expression.
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed this,” he spoke gruffly before pressing open mouth kisses down your neck and across your collar bone. 
“Missed this,” his teeth grazed your jaw at just the right spot.
“Missed this,” he bit down on your skin softly, pulling a moan from you as his tongue laved over the red mark he had left there.
“Missed these the most.” His hands grabbed at your breasts roughly before his lips settled around your left nipple. The combination of his lips and fingers pulling at your breasts was something indescribable, leaving you writhing in place below his domineering frame. 
Before you could catch your breath, Bucky had moved further down your body, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake.
“Never leaving again, doll. Not when I’ve got a pretty thing like you waiting at home for me.”
You couldn’t produce much more than a whimper in response, bucking your hips into his face in a restless plea for attention. 
His hands pressed down onto your hips, keeping you in place as he worked his way back up. Bucky had always been one to appreciate your body, showing attention to every inch of skin before he would finally give in and devour you whole.
“S’pretty for me.”
“For you, Bucky,” you echoed, already slipping into a blissful state.
He hummed at your response, sitting up and moving his hands to your knees.
“Gonna take care of you, darlin’. Gonna make up for leaving you all alone.”
He tightened his grip, pushing your legs apart and reveling in the sight before him. He had dreamed of this very moment for almost exactly three weeks, and he couldn’t contain his groan in anticipation. 
One hand snaked down your thigh, leaving goosebumps over the warm skin.
He wanted to make you beg. He wanted to hear your euphonious pleading, to tease you until tears threatened to spill past your waterline. And if it were any other night, he would’ve. But he had been gone far too long, and he wanted to hear you sing. 
His fingers plunged into you without warning, quickly working you open with his digits. 
“You like that, sugar?”
Your soft moans filled the air and Bucky pressed into you harder, hoping to pull more of the sweet sounds from your open lips.
His fingers curved just the right way, always hitting that spot inside of you perfectly. Your arousal dripped down the inside of your thighs and over his knuckles, leaving Bucky transfixed by the sight.
He pulled his fingers out abruptly, leaving you gasping and just short of being thrown over the edge. 
“Can’t wait any longer, gotta feel you,” he rushed out, returning to his knees and pulling your legs around his waist.
One hand went to his cock, running over the head once, twice, three times before tapping it against your clit.
You held your breath as he placed the tip at your entrance, waiting for that exultant feeling. 
He filled you up in one swift motion, the sounds of your shared groans blending together until they became one.
Bucky leaned over you again, trapping you with his forearms pressed into the mattress on either side of your head. 
His face hovered directly over yours, sharing in the warm pants that you gave off.
“Missed you so much, doll. Missed this pussy – my pussy.”
His thrusts became fast, pounding into you with fluid movements.
“Dreamt about you. Every. Single. Night.”
His words were accentuated with harsh thrusts and you tightened your legs around his waist in hopes of enduring his quick speed.
The sound of Bucky’s dog tags clinking together had been a constant throughout the evening, but it still brought the two of you a sense of belonging.
Leaning his weight onto his metal arm, Bucky reached down and grabbed the disks, bringing them into your line of sight.
“You kept these on the whole time I was gone, doll?”
You nodded in affirmation, barely comprehending his question in your hazy stupor. 
“Uh-huh. Never taking ‘em off.”
Bucky gave you a toothy grin, pleased with your response.
“That’s good, darlin’. Want everyone to know you belong to me.”
He inspected the dog tags for a moment before reaching them up towards your face, his cock still sliding into with vigor.
You puckered your lips, leaning up to press them sweetly against the dog tags that Bucky held between the two of you. 
He groaned at the sentiment, dropping his head and trying to stave off his impending orgasm. 
“I’m close, sweetheart.”
Your head nodded erratically in time with his thrusts. “Me too.”
He abandoned the dog tags against your chest, moving his hand down to circle against your clit.
“Wanna feel you cum around me. Let go, doll.”
“God — Bucky,” you cried out at his actions, hitting your peak with a blinding pleasure that sparked through your entire body.
Bucky’s thrusts faltered, following you in your state of rapture. His cum filling you and leaked out with his last sporadic thrusts.
In your post-orgasmic bliss, you barely registered the kisses that Bucky pressed against your balmy skin.
You reached up to place a hand on his cheek as your legs tangled with his, not ready to let him go just yet.
“I missed you, Bucky.”
Your voice was peaceful, like the torment of the last three weeks had been forgotten.
His lips curled into a hint of a smile, cherishing the sentiment behind your words. Bucky had someone to come home to, someone who loved him without hesitation. 
He leaned down once more, leaving a soft kiss against your lips, a contrast to the intensity your reunion.
“I’m never leaving again.”
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angelkhi · 3 months ago
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Jealousy, Jealousy - L.L
Pairing: Priest!Loki x Reader
Summary: You turn to anonymous confession at your local church to help solve your problems, though the priests solution seems far from holy.
Warnings: SMUT 18+, both Loki & reader are kind of switches???., handjob, blasphemy, language obvs, oral (f), dirty talk?, cum play?, overstimulation, crying?, some mentions of loneliness, squirting?
Word count: 2.6k
A little note: Fleabag ruined me! anyways, here's some sins in the confessional <3 As always sorry for any typos, and let me know if I miss any warnings!
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The whole religious lifestyle had never really been your thing, even your presence beneath the looming arches and holy paintings felt sacrilegious. You're not entirely sure what you're doing there, what drove you to believe a confessional booth would solve the many problems in your life, but here you are.
The building is magnificent, dark wooden beams running up the walls and crossing along the grand white ceilings. A pipe organ adorns a large section of the left hand wall, surrounded by four aisles of wooden pews. The alter is surrounded by a large stain glass window, a large cross at the centre, behind the pure stone communion table. Though you had little knowledge or desire for the religion itself, you can't deny the sheer beauty of the place.
"Can I help you?" The voice echos about the vast space, startling you from your spot to turn and look at the culprit. He's a tall man, loose dark curls, mossy green eyes, clerical collar; he was singlehandedly both the most holy and sinful thing you'd witness in your lifetime. He was also by the looks of things, a priest.
"I uh, wanted to- confession. I've come to confession." The words are quite the opposite of elegant and you blame it on the way he squares his already broad shoulders, the lean muscles on his chest pushing against the cotton black shirt.
"Of course. Come." Yes father. "I'm Father Laufeyson, but if it makes me easier you can call me Loki." He offers out a hand for you to shake, which you gladly accept offering a small smile in the process. His skin is soft, warm and inviting, so much so you're not sure how you managed to drop his hand. His eyes linger for a moment, something not quite sacred or holy within them but you brush it off, and allow him to guide you to a secluded corner of the church where two little cubby holes are separated by two ancient wooden doors.
He pulls one open and gestures for you to step inside, shutting it behind you with a dull thud. A gentleman, you think to yourself. But those eyes. There's something in them. Father Laufeyson's door thuds shut some seconds later and a comfortable silence falls over the two of you.
"I've never really done this before," you speak lightly, "I'm not sure where to even start."
"I'll guide you, don't worry. Repeat after me, 'Bless me Father, for I have sinned, this is my first confession'," He waits for you to repeat after him and continues, "Tell me your sins."
Maybe it's it's voice, the mighty boom of respect with slightly sensual undertones that has your thighs rubbing together, sexual thoughts about a priest, whilst in a church, a sin in itself. You force your brain to settle, the thoughts to subside and will a strength to your voice before you divulge.
"I'm not sure why I'm here, maybe cause it's cheaper than therapy, I don't know," you pause, silently kicking yourself until you hear his breathy laugh, lacking no sort of grace, a hymn in its own right.
"Go on, I won't judge anything you say." You can hear the smile in his voice as he goes on to say, "Scouts honour,"
It's your turn to laugh now as you relax more into the decrepit wooden bench that creaks if you so much as breath a little too loud. The silence is both comforting and deafening, knowing that the second you start talking all you'll want to hear is that silence.
"I'm jealous, of my friends, of everyone. They're all falling in love and I'm alone. And I guess I'm jealous of them." You pause for a moment, mulling over your thoughts and how to best speak them to a fucking priest of all people.
"Go on." Those two little words of encouragement, especially from his mouth, is like turning on a tap and you're unable to control yourself as your words spill out.
"They're all off going out, having fun,  meeting new people, finding guys that are actually interested in them and having mind blowing sex which I know is... a lot of sinning but maybe... maybe I want to sin too."
"Then sin."
"Excuse me?" His words take you aback, the sheer bluntness of his tone.
"The only way to recognise good is to know bad, so sin. Sin til your hearts content, as long as you confess, God will always forgive your sins." Father Laufeyson speaks some wisdom to you, even if you roll your eyes at the religious part, but what do you expect, he's a priest after all.
"Isn't that kind of against your job description? Telling me to sin? And regardless. I wouldn't know where to even start."
"Maybe so, but you need my help and I'm offering it to you," His breath is deep and contemplative, gripping a tight leash on his control, "Come here."
Once again you're startled, not by his words but by the tone. By the sensual command that has you on your feet and wandering to his side of the confessional booth, the two of you in the tiny space leaning no room for personal space.
"Is this allowed?"
"I wouldn't say so no. Only if you want it." Lust. That look in his eyes, the one from earlier, it was a moment unbridled, pure lust. He was offering himself to you like some sort of sin shrouded communion.
You do. You want it so bad you'll be confessing til the day you die, but you also have no self control so you let him guide you to his lap and take a seat across his firm thighs.
"I need to hear you say you want it, kitten." He almost purrs against your ear, and it's impossible to uphold your morals and say no.
"I want it, Father. Please."
His kiss is searing hot, a secure hand on the small of your back making sure you have nowhere to move as he grinds up against you, the small amount of friction leaving you whimpering like the desperate, touch starved slut you are.
Loki's hands leave you only to undo the top few buttons on his shirt and remove his clerical collar. Father Laufeyson's shirt is unbuttoned, collar discarded, the tiny glimpse of his chest eggs you on further, your hips moving rhythmically over the rough material of his trousers bringing yourself more pleasure than you'd like to admit.
The button on his trousers pops open easily and they're loose enough for you to palm his dick out of his boxer briefs. Loki sucks in a cheerful of air when your fingers circle him, squeezing his base a little and thumbing at his slit, oozing with pre cum. He was putty in your hands from the moment you touched him, but to undo him completely, my god would it be beautiful.
"Fuck kitten, you feel so good," He groans right into your ear, his words going straight to your core.
Loki is writhing beneath you, panting breathy moans into your ear, his hips thrusting up into your hand, using you to get himself off.
"Good boy, Father. Fuck my fist, c'mon," Loki's mouth opens wide, the sound getting stuck in his throat, "You like it when I tell you how good you're being for me?" A nod and hum are all he can muster, but you don't mind. Breaking him down to this, having him under your control with only your fist is an achievement.
His cock is red and weeping, begging for release, his mouth finding any piece of exposed skin to mark you as his, your shoulder, neck, and chest covered in deep red bruises. He's muttering constantly, begging, rattling off please into your skin.
You find his lips once more, unable to keep quiet as you bring yourself closer to release, his hand on your hip rocking you at a steady pace.
"Kitten, please. Darling, c'mon."
The priests own guttural whimpers are enough to finish you there and then. You'd give anything to have that spent look in his eyes be the only thing you see for the rest of your life, the way his face crumbles with the pleasure, the way he pants and writhes.
His pleasure is the most important thing in that moment, you want him broken beneath you spilling on your hand, completely succumbed to your touch and my god is he close.
"Fucking shit, I'm so close darling, so close. Don't stop." He begs. The six foot something, broad shouldered man succumbed to nothing by just the grip of your hand. Your grin is feral when he moans loudly into your ear, especially when he blushes for making it so disgustingly obvious what the two of you are up to, even if the church is empty.
Father Laufeyson's hips lift from the creaking bench, fucking up into your hand, using you to chase his orgasm until his chest is heaving and he's shooting rope after rope of hot cum onto your hand, forcing you to swallow his moans as he kisses you, his tongue pushing into your mouth claiming you just as much as you claim him.
You pull away when your lungs start to burn from the lack of air, his hips jerking into the few extra pumps you deliver to him, until he's wining for you to stop. You lock eyes with him, the mossy bright green even darker than they were some moments ago, a sensual haze washing over him as you bring your hand to your mouth, licking up his seed from your skin until there's nothing left.
Both your ragged breathes are the only sound in the church, the only sound that you care about. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip and you're on him in a flash, sucking his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it until he pulls it free and mutters fuck it under his breath.
Loki is on his knees in a heartbeat, his hands frantic as he undoes your jeans, pulling them off, sparing your soaked panties instead pushing them to the side. He's reckless from the first taste, eating your cunt like its his first meal in months. He's an expert, the way he nuzzles his face into you, fucking you with his tongue whilst his broad nose stimulates your clit.
Your hand is locked around your mouth, muffling the borderline screams that are near impossible to keep at bay. You're practically biting down on your skin, the lingering taste of his cum making you impossibly wetter.
He comes up for air, sucking bruises onto your thighs, his hands spreading you wider, lifting one of your legs over his bread shoulder. Loki pulls your destroyed panties down, stuffing them into your mouth to quiet your moans, leaning your hands free to roam his hair and shoulders.
"All spread open for me kitten, my god you're fucking gorgeous." He blows a strip of cold air against your wet folds, "I'm gonna ruin this cunt. Shit you're fuckin' delectable, what did I do to deserve this?"
He doesn't wait for an answer, nuzzling his head between your legs. Father Laufeyson's fingers dig into your thighs, his tongue circling your clit lightly followed by his lips closing around it, sucking with a perfect pressure that has your hips grinding onto his face.
He wastes no time, slipping two of his slim fingers into your soaked hole and you swallow him up with ease. Loki hits spots you didn't know existed with his curled digits, massaging your soft walls over and over til your legs are like jelly.
"Father, fuck, m'so close." Your voice is muffled against the wet fabric in your mouth and he reaches up to pull it free, allowing you to talk.
"Beg for it,"
Lord have fucking mercy.
"Father Laufeyson, please I need it so bad. Need to cum around your fingers, on your face. Wanna watch you eat my cunt till I cum. Father please."
He'd soon find out if hell was warm putting on such a display, here of all places and it seemed you'd be joining him, your filthy words only intensifying his actions. Your panties are back in your mouth and with good reason. He sucks on your clit as though his life depends on it, the sheer amount of pressure making for an intense orgasm. 
Your writhing on that same bench he was just moments before, creaming around his fingers that he continues to fuck into you at a such bruising pace, you're unsure if your legs will even carry you out of the booth.
"Want a special one, Kitten. Can you do that for me? Can you squirt on my face?"
You'd never done it before, not by your own accord or anyone else's yet you're still nodding at his request, each sound dampened by the lace and cotton between your teeth. You'd go to hell and back if he asked you at this point.
He reapplies that same pressure with his mouth, swirling his tongue under the head of your clit, the feeling in your lower abdomen familiar yet strange. It soon turns into an overwhelming urge to pee until he pushes you even beyond that, his fingers and tongue unforgiving, seeking what he wants no matter the repercussions.
The sensation is so intensely good and overwhelming you can't help but cry, both in frustration and pleasure. You're almost sobbing as he fucks up into your spent pussy. When Father Laufeyson looks up to see the tears on your cheeks, your eyes almost as wet as your pussy he works with no mercy, desperate to catch your release.
Two more pumps from his slender digits and flick of his sinfully skilled tongue have you gushing, your legs tensing and relaxing in spasms of pleasure. He's unrelenting as he licks up every last drop, not stopping until you're shoving him away from you, the feeling too overwhelming. His cheeks and chin glisten with your juices and he's grinning like a madman, his eyes transfixed between your weeping eyes and spent cunt. He's sure he's going to hell after that display but if this is what hell is like, he doesn't mind. Not one bit.
Loki kisses both of your cheeks, and then your lips and you taste yourself and the saltiness of your never ending stream of tears. Oh how the tables had turned, the cocky bastard that was grinning against your lips was sat exactly where you are begging for his own release, and now look at him. The cat that got the cream. He hoists you up, just enough that he can put you on his lap, straddling his half hard, clothed cock.
"You're perfect. Never tasted a pussy like yours, gonna have to keep you all myself from now on." He grinds up into you once, laughing quietly at just how sensitive you are.
"Bet none of your friends can say they've fucked a priest." He pokes. You're half way to offended by his brash words in such a sacred space until you consider your current position, him between your legs, half hard cock pressed up against your weeping pussy, in a dark confessional booth, oh and the fact you just let a priest give you head in church.
"Technically, neither can I Father." You taunt.
"Not for long, kitten."
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skyeisawizard · 5 months ago
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Zipping around
Establishing his independence away from Wanda was easy for Pietro when he found someone to annoy and love all wrapped in one anger filled package
PIETRO MAXIMOFF X READER
My love for him is reignited and I couldn’t stop myself, I have so many ideas for him I love him so much
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“That was my mcfucking cereal.”
When the Maximoff twins were first introduced to the team, everybody thought it was going to be brilliant. Wanda could literally see into people’s heads and move stuff with her mind. And Pietro? Well, he could move really, really fast.
Their skill set was valuable to the team and they really needed a place to call home.
That home happened to be the Aveners compound.
It took Wanda a lot longer than her brother to settle into Avengers life. Pietro fell into it like it was always where he was meant to be. It took Wanda time to adjust, time to be a little more independent without her brother.
Pietro’s new found independence came in the form of Y/N L/N. She was a sharp shooter, an expert with most weapons. She was the one who shot from the rooftops and covered Clints ass when he was drawing arrows.
Where she was perfect with a gun, her own personality was... trigger happy. She was quick to get angry, to jump down people’s throats. Although Y/N loved Bruce, she wasn’t allowed around him most of the time for fear of upsetting him and bringing out the big guy.
Pietro loved it. Any excuse to rile her up he would take. He sees her reaching for her phone on the coffee table? Suddenly it’s in his hand on the other side of the room. She’s about to put on her trainers to go for a run? The laces are suddenly tied together and she doesn’t make it out of the compound without falling over. She wants an egg-based dish for dinner? The carton is empty and Pietro is attempting to juggle them.
She threw a frying pan at him for that one. A second slower and his face would’ve been as flat as a pancake.
No matter how much Y/N screamed at him, threatened him with murder and actually tried to kill him, she found Pietro endearing. She found herself hiding a smile whenever he did anything that could potentially annoy her. She couldn’t help it; he was cute!
But, right this second, he had her freshly poured cereal in his hands and was zipping around the kitchen with it. Y/N didn’t bother to get out of her chair. She knew she’d never catch him.
“I hate you,” she mumbled. But her smile gave her away.
Pietro stopped over by the counter. With one elbow against it the countertop, he began eating the cereal. “Tell me you love me,” he said. “Tell me you love me, and I’ll give it back.”
“Fine, I love you.”
He tapped his finger against his chin in a way that was uncharacteristically slow for him. It was still fast, just not compared to Pietro’s normal manic speed. “I don’t believe you,” he said and finished up the cereal.
Y/N never expected him to finish the entire bowl. The bowl she had taken so much time to pour the cereal and milk into. The bowl she favoured and made sure to use every morning. In short, Pietro was a dead man.
He dumped her bowl in the sink and moved over to her, going from the counter to her chair in less than a second. “Relax, Princessa.” He threw his arms around her shoulders. “I’ll take you out for breakfast.” He patted his pocket and the wallet there, like he was some kind of pimp, and held out his hand.
Y/N took it, her face set in a scowl. “Fine, but I’m not driving.”
“You want me to run us over there?” He pulled her keys from his pocket.
She snatched them from him. “You suck,” she grumbled and folded her arms over her chest. A second later and her body was against Pietro’s, racing through the compound towards the garage. “Pietro!” She shrieked, arms around his neck, holding him tight. “I’m going to throw up. You ass!”
Zipping through the compound was always an experience. Pietro would either crash into someone or make it through with no problems and his pockets a little fuller than when he originally started on his journey. Little thief. Pietro zipping through the compound with someone in his arms was very fun. He was faster, but more careful, narrowly avoiding things on purpose.
He zipped down the stairs of the compound with Y/N in his arms. It was like they were flying with the rate they were going. Y/N closed her eyes, hair whipping around her face. To Pietro, it was like everything around him had slowed down. He laughed as Y/N’s shriek filled his ears.
Once he reached the garage, he didn’t put Y/N down, instead kept her in his arms as he walked (yes, Pietro actually walked) to her car. He knew it well; the passenger seat should’ve had his name stitched into it from how often he was sat in it.
With both of her feet finally on the floor, Y/N pushed her key into the lock on the door and twisted it. The car clicked open, and Pietro raced over to the other side to get in. Y/N climbed in herself and started up the car. Clicking the button for the garage key, she drove towards the door as they opened up. “So, where are you taking me for lunch, Maximoff?”
“Where do you wanna be taken for breakfast, Princessa?”
She didn’t answer for a minute, instead thought about it. “Okay, don’t make fun of me here. Okay, okay. Okay, let’s get a McDonalds,” she said, grinning.
Pietro couldn’t hold in his laugh. “You could go anywhere and make me pay for it and you want to go to McDonalds?”
“I said you couldn’t make fun of me!”
“I never agreed to not making fun of you!”
***
Pietro was a cuddler. On Steve’s mandatory movie nights the couch was always taken up by Pietro. He was always stretched across it, feet hanging off the end. And, if you looked close enough, Y/N could just about be spotted behind him, half asleep, holding onto him like he was her favourite teddy bear.
As with every movie night, Pietro would arrive first and take the couch. He would grab Y/N when she tried to walk past. Every time she made a big show of protesting, every time she gave in too easily and cuddled him.
It was how Pietro often got out of chores after movie night. Whether it was cooking dinner or cleaning away the plates and glasses from the movie night, he’d never have to do it because Y/N would be fast asleep, her hands gripping his jacket.
Nobody else had the heart to move her away from him. And Pietro was adamant about moving away from her. One time Steve had made him, threatened him with extra rounds at training the next day. Pietro pulled away from Y/N and watched as she shivered. He wrapped his arms around her and refused to leave her side until he carried her to bed.
This time, each of the Avengers left before Pietro and his sleeping beauty. They all had a mission in the morning (all except Bucky who couldn’t stand the kids, Vision who was taking care of Wanda because she was slightly sick and he was like an overbearing mother, Sam who needed his beauty sleep and Clint because he was retired and wanted to get back home before it got dark.) so left for bed as early as they could.
Pietro didn’t. He stayed watching the movie with Y/N in his arms. Combed his fingers through her hair, only stilling when she moved in her sleep. And, if she did move, it was closer to him, to tighten her grip on him.
“Princessa,” he whispered once the movie was over and the credits were rolling. Her face scrunched up but she buried herself further into his chest. “I know you’re awake.” He laughed a laugh that tumbled through his chest and kissed the top of her head. “Come on, it’s getting late.”
“You move and you won’t be coming back from the next mission,” she threatened, but it didn’t sound very threatening. Pietro only laughed more (a sound that had embarrassment moving across Y/N’s face because goddamn it was beautiful) and sat up. “Wow, you’ve just signed your own death warrant,” she said, still holding onto him.
For once, Pietro didn’t zip through the compound. Y/N was in his arms sure, but he took things slow, savouring his time with her. He’d held her in his arms before, sure, but this felt different. “Pietro,” she whispered once he’d made it to her door.
He looked down at her with his gorgeous blue eyes. Damn, she was so kissable. If he could freeze this moment for the rest of his life he would. “What do you need, Princessa?” Unspoken words hung between them, but Y/N didn’t need to hear them to know what he meant. I would do anything for you. I’d run to the ends of the earth if you asked me to.
Hopping out of his arms, she pushed open her door. Y/N stood in the door way, one foot inside and the other out. She cupped Pietro’s cheek and swiped her thumb over the skin there. His stubble, the beggings of a beard from where he’d last shaved rubbed against her hand. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed him.
Pietro closed his eyes. It was the opposite to every moment of his life, like the world had sped up around him, freezing he and Y/N in that moment while everything went on as normal. People spoke about fireworks when they first got to kiss the one they had been craving for so long. But these weren’t fireworks. The feelings he was having weren’t tiny explosions inside of him. There were no butterflies either. He was perfectly content. He was exactly as he was meant to be. Kissing the girl he was always meant to love.
“Still going to kill me?” He asked as he pulled away and pressed his forehead to hers.
“Watch your back, Blondie.” She patted his cheek twice and disappeared into her room.
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disasterofastory · 27 days ago
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In  a motel (Stucky x Reader)
In a motel
Stucky x Reader
Warnings: a little angst from Bucky, dom!Steve, sub!Bucky, smut, Stucky smut, threesome
You and the soldiers have to spend the night in a motel.
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It’s already dark outside when you and the super soldiers reach the old motel with flickering lamps and a creepy atmosphere. The key rattles in the lock as Steve opens the door before he turns to you after a worrying glance at Bucky, who is still stoic and quiet.
“You will be okay?” The blonde man asks.
Bucky disappears in the room without a word, and you can’t help but worry too.
“I will be fine,” you try to smile, but it's more of a grimace than anything else. “Call me if you need me,” you add, glancing behind Steve then up to his blue eyes again.
“I will, thanks, Y/N,” he nods gratefully. “Good night.”
“Good night, Steve,” you nod, watching the door closing in front of you before you walk to your room.
With a tired sigh, you turn on the lights. The room is small and old. You can smell the dust in the air as you move further into the room, dropping your bag on the bed and making your way to the bathroom for a quick shower.
The mission you had to endure for three days with the boys went horrible. You didn’t get what you wanted, Bucky got dragged back into his past, and all the three of you got your ass kicked. At some point, you didn’t even care about the files anymore. You just wanted to get far away from that hell hole of a Hydra base.
The whole way to the motel was quiet and tense. Steve worried about Bucky while you drove, and you felt helpless.
Since you joined the Avengers, you grew close to the two men from the Second World War. They help you train, and you enjoy your time with them. They are polite and funny and so vulnerable in some ways that you want to protect them at all costs.
After you are done with your shower, you sit down on the bed, taking a few deep breaths to clear your head. You can hear cars not far from the motel and a few weird noises from the other side of the room.
A quiet knock on your door wakes you up from your thoughts.
“Y/N,” Steve says your name. “It’s me, Steve.”
You hurry to the door, opening it to see the tall man before you. He is nervous and worried, and tired.
“Everything is alright?” You ask him, glancing at the way of their room.
“I… I need to ask a favor from you.”
“Sure,” you nod, a little bit surprised.
“Bucky… he doesn’t feel good,” he starts. “He doesn’t want to be alone, and usually it’s enough if I’m there for him, but now… and he is close to you too… maybe you could stay for the night with us?”
He is so flustered as he tries to make coherent sentences. You can’t decide it’s because of the worry or the embarrassment. You smile up at him gently, placing your hand on his bicep to calm him.
“I would do anything to help Bucky to feel better,” you answer, already moving back to your room to pick up your clothes and bag.
“But you have to know that he can get really touchy after these episodes, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, I can tell him…”
“No,” you interrupt him. “It’s okay. I would like some cuddling too.”
For a moment, it seems like Steve wants to say something else, but he decides against it.
“Do you need something?” Steve asks after he steps out of the bathroom, filling the air with his shampoo's scent. When both of you shake your heads, he nods and climbs onto the other side of the bed next to Bucky. The bed dips under his weight, and you can see his arm circling Bucky's waist, who snuggles closer to the man’s chest.
Their room is faintly illuminated by a small lamp on the bedside table. Bucky lays on his side, facing the door as you step in after Steve.
“Hey, pal,” Steve greets the dark-haired man gently. “Y/N is here too.”
Bucky is already showered, probably with the help of Steve. He wears a clean undershirt and gray sweatpants, his hair still wet, pulled into a bun.
“Hey,” you greet him gently, stepping closer to him.
“I’ll take a quick shower,” Steve says, looking at your approval, and when you nod, he disappears behind the door with a quiet click.
“How are you, Bucky?” You ask the man gingerly, sitting down beside him on the edge of the bed. Your voice is soft, and your movement is slow, so you don’t startle him. You search for any reaction on his face, hoping for some answer or anything, so you don’t make him uncomfortable.
“I will be fine, doll,” he replies after a while. His lips slowly pulled into an amused smirk, seeing you caressing his metal arm.
“Are you hungry?” you ask him, looking back at the entrance of the room. “I’m sure I can get something from the machines. Or a drink?”
“No,” he shakes his head, moving further onto the bed to give you enough space to lay down next to him.
As your head hits the pillow, he climbs closer, placing his head on your chest. His metal arm is dropped over your stomach as you intertwine your fingers with his while with your other hand, you caress his hair and scalp. His breath fans over your chest and neck while you listen to Steve in the other room. You can feel the tension slowly leaving Bucky’s body as he relaxes against you.
The dark-haired man feels calm and relaxed after a few days of constant nightmares. You and Steve on both of his sides give him comfort and a sense of security. It seems like even the breathing becomes lighter around you two. His metal finger draws circles on your bare skin above the waistband of your pants. Your chest moves up and down under his head, lulling him to sleep not long after you turn off the lamp next to the bed.
Bucky wakes up a few hours later, feeling hot and flustered. Your head is on his chest this time, but Steve still hugs his waist from his other side. Both of your snores are quiet and even. He saw Steve’s relaxed form while he sleeps a million times before, but your soft expression is new to him. Your lips are slightly ajar, and your hair is messy. The oversized T-shirt is crumpled up on your side, giving his hand more space to grab while sleeping. The room is cold despite the fever in him. A quiet mewl is at the edge of his throat, trying to adjust himself to be more comfortable between you two. His chest starts to move up and down rapidly, and his head becomes dizzy. His fingers on your soft flesh tighten as he kicks Steve accidentally.
“Buck?” Steve murmurs sleepily. “Are you okay?”
“Stevie,” he croaks, turning his head to look at the blonde man.
“Hey,” Steve says with a gentle smile, raising from the bed a little bit to get closer to Bucky. “How are you feeling, pal?”
Bucky’s face is flushed, and his eyes are dizzy. He is desperate for touch and skin and body warmth. Your fidgeting clears his mind as you wake up, looking up at him with a small frown.
“Are you okay?” You ask him, caressing his cheek automatically to calm him down.
“I’m fine, doll,” he says, but his voice betrays him.
You look at Steve for help, and he takes a deep breath to interfere before anything happens.
“You can go back to your room, Y/N, if you want,” he says, and as a reaction, Bucky's arm tightens around you, fearing you take Steve’s offer. “Or you can stay, we would be the happiest if you would stay, but… it can change our friendship, and none of us want to lose you.”
You know Steve says these things to explain something, but he is horrible at it. The confusion on your face is evident, and you don’t understand anything until you feel Bucky’s lips on your neck. Small pecks land on your soft skin while his hand caresses your side more firmly. His breath is hot, and his kisses are uncertain, fearing your reaction.
Bucky loves Steve with his whole heart, but he loves you too, and feeling you this close to him after the past days makes him needy for your closeness.
“Oh,” you gasp, understanding the situation. You freeze in Bucky’s arm, trying to stay sensible without success. Your breath becomes heavy. “Are you sure?” Your voice is barely louder than a whisper.
“We talked about this before,” Steve nods, caressing Bucky’s side.
Turning your head to face Bucky, he looks up at you with hazy eyes and a little pout on his lips. You reach out behind him to pet the hair at his nape before you lean closer for a kiss. His lips are soft and timid. You never imagined a kiss would be like this with the metal-armed super soldier. Meanwhile, Steve watches you with a small smile.
Maybe without your knowing, you became an important part of their lives. None of them thought that there would be somebody who could care for them as you do. You give them balance and calmness.
“Do you like it?” You ask the man before you with a cheeky smile. Bucky moans and mewls into your mouth the whole time.
“Come here, love,” Steve says, and Bucky does. They move closer to each other until they meet in a kiss. A warm feeling spreads through your stomach to your core, seeing them kissing each other. Steve dominates the act, letting Bucky relax and enjoy the moment.
“I need more, Stevie,” Bucky says after a while. His voice is whiny, and you find it extremely adorable.
“I know, buddy,” Steve nods understandingly. “And you will get more, I promise.”
You are a little bit lost, if you want to be honest. You don’t know what you should do or what you can do. Do they really want you to be there? And for what? Should you wait for Steve’s command? Or act as you want?
“Y/N, would you turn on the light?” Steve asks you, waking you up from your thoughts. With a nod, you turn around to switch on the lamp beside the bed, and when you turn back to them, Bucky is already at your side. He kisses you impatiently, moving his mouth down to your neck, nibbling at the soft skin there. Steve watches you the whole time, searching for any displeasure or uncomfortableness. He doesn’t want you to stay just because you don’t want to hurt them, but the expression on your face blows away his every worry. You caress Bucky’s shoulders and arms lovingly as the man moves down to your collarbone.
Seeing his best friend and lover so comfortable with your presence, Steve lets himself relax for the first time in days, smirking as he feels himself getting hard at the view of you two.
Bucky lies comfortably on the bed, his hair spread out on the pillow under him. You kneel next to him on the bed while Steve stands at the end of the bed. He is tall and muscular, his t-shirt is long forgotten somewhere, and his blue eyes shine with mischief as he looks over at the man before him. Bucky is excited, his fingers fidget constantly, but he knows better than to touch you without Steve’s permission.
“Y/N take off Bucky’s underwear, but don’t touch him,” Steve says and you obey. Your insides almost shake from the excitement, your heart jumps to your throat, seeing the brunette’s cock appear before your eyes. He is hard and ready for whatever happens tonight.
“He is beautiful, yes?” Steve asks proudly.
“Very pretty,” you nod, smiling gently at the man before you who can’t stop blushing. His skin is pink, and his lips are red and swollen from the kisses.
You understand their method now. Bucky is stressed, and Steve does everything to help him relax. He takes over the reins, acting like a captain in the bed too. He commands and praises Bucky while the man has a chance to just be in the moment, knowing that Steve takes care of him.
“He is a pretty boy,” you continue, kneeling on your hands to stop yourself from touching. “I don’t know how you can stop yourself from kissing his lips this swollen every time.”
“I had to,” Steve already smirks at his next sentence. “Or I couldn’t stop myself to push my cock between those lips.”
Bucky moans at the thought. He licks his lips, looking down at Steve’s manhood which is still hidden under the black underwear.
“You want it, don’t you, my love?” Steve continues his teasing. “You want my cock between those lips while Y/N rides you, letting you feel up her tits and ass.”
The man in the bed nods repeatedly, gulping down the air.
“He told me all about his fantasies,” The Captain adds, looking at you like Bucky isn’t even there. “He told me he wants to suck on your nipples and eat you out while I fuck him. He has a talented tongue.”
The tingling between your legs gets stronger as you adjust yourself. The image of you sitting on Bucky’s face burned into your mind.
“I would really love to sit on his face,” you sigh, smirking when Bucky mewl as an agreement.
“Stevie…”
“Not yet, my pretty boy,” he shakes his head. “I have other plans for the night, but later… if you ask Y/N nicely, maybe she will let you fuck her with your tongue. But for the meantime, Y/N, why don’t you use your pretty mouth on him?”
You don’t even need more. Crawling closer to the man, you lean down to his cock, licking up on his shaft. He tastes salty and feels warm under your tongue. He groans at the feeling of you around him, his grip on the sheets tightens. You lick his tip before you take him into your mouth inch by inch. You can feel him switching under your tongue, and more pre-cum oozes out of him.
While you two are busy with each other, Steve frees himself entirely and moves onto the bed next to Bucky’s head. He doesn’t want a long scene for tonight, all of you are tired, and if they are lucky, they will have a whole life with you next to them.
“Open up, sweetheart,” he commands, holding his cock to Bucky’s mouth. His lips are glistening with saliva as he lets Steve push himself into his mouth. Both of them groan, and you can’t look away from them. You don’t even want to. They are beautiful. Their chest moves up and down rapidly, and there is nothing more thrilling than Steve’s cock disappearing in Bucky’s red lips. You can see the brunette’s Adam’s apple bobbing as he sucks and gulps on the cock in his mouth.
“You are so good, baby,” Steve praises him. “Maybe, Y/N is right. I could keep you like this all the time. You could be my doll to fuck and care for. Your holes would be always ready for me.”
Bucky’s moan vibrates through Steve’s cock while you reach between your legs. Your pussy is slick and warm, your fingers disappear in your hole without a problem.
“Look at that,” Steve says, pulling out from Bucky’s mouth so both of them can look at you. “Our little slut, can’t help herself.”
Steve uses his words carefully, he doesn’t know of your preferences, and he doesn’t want to make you feel bad, but seeing your reaction to his words, he can’t help but smirk. It looks like while Bucky needs praises, you like a little bit of degradation too.
“Why don’t you ride Bucky with that sweet pussy, huh?” He asks, knowing what you really want. Your inner thighs glisten with your wetness as you spread your legs more to straddle the lying man before you. Bucky’s cock is stuck between your cunt and his abdomen as you move back and forth on it.
“Open up again, baby,” Steve says, looking down on the mesmerized man before him. Bucky automatically opens his mouth while you are busy with his cock.
After half an hour later, all three of you lay on the bed, your head on Bucky’s chest while Steve caresses the man’s hair, who is already half asleep.
The brunette’s head is dizzy. The world spins around him as he lets Steve fuck his mouth as best as he can from this angle. Your cunt is hot against him, and his cock is drenched with your juices. He grabs your hips in instinct as you line him up to your entrance and slowly sit down on him. You are tight and so, so good around him. He can feel you dripping to the base of his cock as you jump up and down, using him for your pleasure.
Steve's stomach tightens, seeing your pussy around his lover. His movements are faster as he thrusts into the mouth before him.
“I will cum, baby,” he says after a while. “Do you want it in your mouth?”
Bucky nods as best as he can while you speed up on his length, chasing your own orgasm.
It happens at the same time. Bucky’s mouth gets filled with Steve’s semen while his cock shots in your pussy, keeping you tightly down on himself. Your juices mix with his load, dripping down between you two. Your moan is loud while Bucky’s muffled.
After you ride out your orgasm and Bucky softens in you, you move off the bed to grab something to clean yourself and the brunette while Steve leans down to praise and kiss the man.
When you wake up, Steve steps into the room with his arms full of snacks and drinks from the machine. Bucky keeps his arm around you, petting your back absently until you move, to give him a small kiss on his cheek.
“How did you sleep?” Steve asks, dropping everything down on the bed, climbing back to Bucky’s side.
“Good,” you answer. Your voice is still hoarse from sleep, but you feel good.
“And what do you think about last night?” He asks, bringing up the topic rather quickly.
“I really enjoyed it,” you nod, reaching out for a chocolate bar to busy yourself.
“You enjoyed it enough to… repeat it?”
“But… like… in a relationship?” Bucky adds, his voice is uncertain. He is afraid he wants too much. Maybe you let it happen out of pity, or you don’t like them as much as they like you.
“I would really like it,” you say and can’t hide the excited smile widening on your face.
“Good,” Bucky nods, and Steve already smirks at his lover's behavior. “Because I really want you to sit on my face.”
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octoberkait · 22 days ago
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Yes Alpha - Buckyxreader (18+)
Bucky is an alpha who keeps to himself for everyone’s own good. Y/n is a stubborn omega who just started working for Tony Stark. One run in and suddenly Bucky can’t help himself, and y/n can’t stop thinking about Bucky’s overpowering presence.
warnings: a/b/o dynamics, dubcon if you really squint, knotting, size kink, porn with very little plot.
Limited editing done! 
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“I think you’ll fit in well here, y/n” Tony said, tapping the stack of papers in his hand - your resume, cover letter and references, and placing them in a neat pile in front of him. Beside him, Steve Rogers - Captain America himself, nodded. 
“Agreed.” 
“If you’re interested in our job offer, then your next step is to go over some of the more intimate details with Ms. Potts.” Tony said, looking fondly to his wife across the office. 
You knew what this was about. No matter how many supplements you took, or how hard you worked to create a strong, capable reputation for yourself, you had to admit on legal forms and in cases like this, that you were an omega. An unmated omega, to be specific. You maintained an active lifestyle to keep your heats regular and easy to prepare for, but you hated having to convince Alphas that your heat has never effected your job performance before. You had hoped, since your boss was mated to an omega himself, that this place might be better.
You nodded, maintaining a pleasant expression before standing and joining Pepper on the other side of the room. Surprisingly, Tony and Steve left the room, and you and Pepper had the privacy to go over your schedule and days off required. 
“This is a fairly accommodating workplace.” Pepper began to explain. “While a lot of the team are alphas, a lot of what they do involves interacting with all types of people, alpha or omega, good or bad. Of course they can all be a little hot-headed at times.” She sighed as she finished her sentence. 
“You’ll kind of be a number of positions in one at the beginning, if you’re okay with that.” Pepper continued. “We like to see where people’s natural strengths and interest lie before we stick them somewhere for the long haul. So for a few weeks we’ll have you be a sort of personal assistant to the team.” 
You nodded. While the job posting you had seen that led you here was slightly cryptic, this was the sort of position you expected. Only at this company the pay actually seemed worth it. 
“You’ll likely see the most of Steve, Tony, and Natasha.” Pepper told you, a little quieter despite the two of you being alone in the room. 
“Steve is a big teddy bear, if he’s nothing but a perfect gentleman then he’s not actually upset with you.” She continued, and you felt like you should be writing these tips down.
“Tony likes to tease.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t let him push you around, his arms and legs do in fact work.” You laughed,
“Got it.” You and Pepper stood and left the office, going into the elevator and to a lower floor. 
“Natasha likes company. She’ll likely give you quiet tasks to do while she works, basic clerical stuff - maybe a coffee run.” Pepper continued while it was still just the two of you. 
You thanked her for the tips, and the elevator dinged. You looked at the number that flashed above the opening doors and frowned slightly when it didn’t match the number Pepper had pushed. Your stomach flipped, as if in anticipation. When you looked forward again, the doors had opened and the Winter Soldier was standing in front of you, looking as solid as a brick wall. 
He looked you up and down quickly, analyzing you, before stepping into the elevator. You stayed on one side of the small space, trying to stay out of the powerful alpha’s way. You normally didn’t feel this suffocated by the smell and dominance that alphas carried, but Bucky Barnes was making your head swim. You looked to Pepper almost frantically, your heartbeat quickening, but she was looking elsewhere, humming lightly, as if nothing had changed. And you supposed for her, it probably hadn’t.
You could feel his stare on you but didn’t dare meet his eyes. You felt your core start to react to his authority - his sheer physical power, arousal growing as you passed each floor. The air around you felt thick.
When the doors finally opened it was like you could breathe again, and you all but rushed out of the cramped space. Bucky smirked to himself and watched as Pepper led you away.
“You okay?” Pepper asked, finally noticing your flushed cheeks and harsh breathing. 
“Yeah!” you fibbed, “I...just need to use the bathroom.” Pepper smiled and nodded, giving you directions to the bathroom, and then back to the conference room that you had been heading to next. 
You walked quickly down the hallway and into the bathroom, closing yourself in a stall and sitting on the toilet tank with your head in your hands. You took deep breaths, centering yourself and willing yourself to relax. When you felt calm enough, you stood again and left the stall. You intended to put a little cold water on your cheeks, wash your hands and go, but before you could make it to step 2, that overpowering scent returned. Bucky entered the bathroom confidently and you squeaked, unintentionally backing into the countertop and hissing lightly at the impact. 
Before you could begin to tell him this was the ladies’ room, or ask what he wanted, he was directly in front of you. He looked down at you, studying your eyes as if they could talk to him for you.
“Who are you?” He asked, his voice deep and commanding. Your heart rate picked up again but you tried to stay calm.
“A hello would be nice first.” you replied, but it came out less confidently then you had hoped it would. Bucky smirked and it made you cross your legs instinctively, trying to create some friction between them. Bucky growled lowly and your body froze. Your instincts knew what that growl meant, it was a warning. You whimpered when he placed on hand on your hip, his grip strong and confident. 
“Your. Name. Omega.” He told you, leaning in. His scent was intoxicating, and you did as you were told. 
“Y/n” you whimpered, and Bucky nearly purred, running his nose along the side of your neck, inspecting it for a mark, no doubt. 
“Y/n” he repeated, as if trying it out. You nodded desperately, waiting for him to make his next move. Your underwear was surely soaked by now, the meeting you were expected at completely forgotten. 
Bucky inhaled deeply and chuckled, and you felt your face heat up further. You knew he could smell your arousal, just like he knew you could feel his hard cock pressed against you as your bodies gravitated towards each other. 
“You smell so sweet, y/n the omega, I wonder if you taste sweet too.” Bucky hummed.
You gasped when Bucky dropped to his knees in front of you, pushing up your skirt and pulling at your underwear until they were ripped off your body. Bucky growled in appreciation as he began to inspect your pussy, his thumb spreading you open, making you completely vulnerable to his predatory stare. You saw his metal hand reach down and undo his pants, and you were thankful he was distracted so he wouldn’t see the intimidation on your face when you saw his thick, hard cock for the first time. 
“W-what are you doing?” you asked, breathless but unsure. Bucky looked up at you,
“Gonna eat this pretty little pussy, then ‘m gonna fuck you.” He said simply, but in a voice that left no room for argument. You swallowed thickly, trying to decide if you were really at his mercy, or if you just wanted to be.
“Have you ever been fucked by an alpha before, doll?” he asked you. You bit your lip and shook your head no, feeling embarrassed for some reason. You actively avoided alphas, they were always entitled with no substance. You stuck to dating Betas, but even still, hadn’t found many you liked enough to be intimate with. But Bucky? He was an alpha you knew would follow through on his word. 
He practically purred again and licked his lips, noticing your shift in stance, your body language showing your increasing vulnerability. He rubbed up and down your thighs soothingly.
“Mmm, should’ve known.” He teased, turning his attention back to your body and letting his finger run over your wet cunt, teasing your hole before pulling away. 
“Then I’ll definitely need to stretch you out first.” he tutted, and you whined.
“But I guess that I could just split you open if you’d prefer.” Bucky offered, grinning wolfishly when you whimpered in response. The submissive part of you that was starting to take over, and was tempting you to let him. To let this strong Alpha wreck you and claim you as his. 
“Tell me what you want, Omega.” Bucky ordered, his fingers gently playing with your clit. You gritted your teeth, one last act of defiance before you let your nature take over.
“Stretch you out? Or split you open?”, he offered one last time. You took a shaky breath, eyes closing momentarily as his rough finger tips sent little shocks of pleasure to your core. 
“I want you to s-stretch me out first!” You choked out, his finger circling your clit a little faster. 
“Who?” he asked, moving his hand rougher, making you squirm and rub your hips in time with his touch. 
“You!” You cried, “O-only you Alpha!” You hated that those words were true, that you had only just met him and yet you were going to let him ruin you.
He hummed, as if he were thinking about it. But soon he leaned in and licked a long strip along your pussy. He curled his tongue, collecting some of your wetness and moaned at your taste. You whined in response, your hips bucking into his face. He laughed again, amazed at how light his chest felt when he was around you. The second he locked eyes with you, he was drawn to your calming energy. The fact that you were a sweet smelling omega was just a bonus in his mind. You whimpered again as his tongue returned to explore your pussy, before settling on your clit, licking and sucking on the bud as you struggled to keep yourself upright.
You gasped loudly when you felt a thick finger push into you and you mewled as Bucky started to fuck you with it, his mouth still on your clit. 
“You want more Omega?” He asked, this thumb replacing his tongue momentarily, his middle finger curling gently against a spot that no one had focused on before. 
“Yes!” you whined in response, moving your hips faster to gain more relief from the desperate, sexual frustration Bucky had created within you. Bucky chuckled and wasted no time adding a second, and then third finger, until you were  and practically fucking yourself on them. 
Bucky loved the way your walls tightened around his finger, so much so that it was taking everything in him not to simply replace them with his knot. But that wouldn’t be fair to you. Thankfully his expert movements brought you to the edge quickly. You choked out a whimper as a sort of warning, unable to form words as you approached the strongest orgasm of your life. 
“It’s okay little Omega, cum for your Alpha.” You cried out as you came, breathless and a little dizzy when the aftershocks finally faded. Bucky kept his fingers moving in and out of you softly, before standing and lifting you so you were sitting on the counter, one leg hooked around his waist. 
His cock was rock hard and dripping with precum. You licked your lips, wanting to taste and worship your Alpha’s cock like he had your pussy, and Bucky lifted your chin with a finger to make you look into his eyes. 
“Another time doll, don’t worry.” He told you, as if he was able to read your thoughts. He ran his weeping cock up and down your pussy lips before starting to push into your wet heat. You closed your eyes and his gripped his shoulder tightly as he continued to thrust into you for the first time, stretching you until you were fuller then you had ever felt. 
“Fuck y/n.” Bucky groaned as he finally bottomed out inside you, grinding into your pussy and taking your breath away. 
“So fucking tight, so fucking wet.” he continued, and you let out a pornographic moan as he drew his cock back and thrusted back in, angling his hips upwards. You cried out in pleasure as he began to fuck you, holding your hips in place so you could pull away from his intensity. 
He started to growl when your cunt clenched and fluttered around him, relishing in your involuntary whines and moans. He stripped you of your shirt and buried his face in your neck, sucking and nibbling from your pulse point to your collarbone, and back up. You felt another orgasm approaching, and tried not to focus on the possibility that Bucky could mark you in this moment, binding the two of you together. 
“I can feel you getting close.” Bucky growled, 
“Go on, cum around my cock this time. You’re gonna need it to take my knot.” he mocked you. You whined loudly, not sure if you were protesting or asking for more. 
Bucky kissed you suddenly, his tongue entering your mouth the first chance he got, and swallowing your cries as you came, and felt his cock begin to swell. You were panting as you felt his knot start to grow, catching on your entrance more and more with each snap of Bucky’s hips. You choked out a moan as Bucky gave one final, powerful thrust, pushing his knot into your cunt, his cum shooting into you in hot bursts. You groaned, enjoying the feeling more than you would’ve ever expected and letting Bucky continue to kiss you as he came. He kept grinding into your spent hole until he had drained himself into you. 
Then Bucky held you close, moving your leg to try and make you more comfortable as the two of you waited for his knot to go down. 
“So you workin’ here now?” Bucky asked, nuzzling against your neck lightly. You nodded, tired and slightly overstimulated. 
“Good. You’re going to see a lot more of me.” He said, “Might just have to keep you busy all day long.” he added possessively. 
You hummed in agreement, feeling him smirk against your skin. If you hadn’t been certain about this job before, you were now. 
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Eternal Pleasure // Kinktober 2021
{Eddie Brock x Immortal!Fem!Reader} // Avengers Masterlist Word Count: 480
Summary: There’s a delicate balance in this life and Eddie has always struggled with it. Yet you are there to help quell his fears and douse the temper of his otherworldly companion; showing both of them the care and attention they desire. 
Warnings: 18+ / intimate sex / pegging / handjob / biting / restraint / primal play / domme-sub / marking / praise kink / fluff / comfort
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There is a delicate balance in your relationship. While you could be as bloodthirsty as the symbiote which lurks within Eddie, you have discovered during your centuries of life that humans, though flawed, are very deserving of protection, love, and respect. And you are certainly devoted to ensuring their welfare and in particular that of one human, Eddie Brock.
“Color?”
The man beneath you shudders as you place a kiss along his shoulder blade. When he doesn’t answer, you give a slight squeeze to the heavy cock that is within your grasp.
“Hmmm. Fu-Fuck. Green.”
“Good. So good.” You kiss his heated skin again before nipping at his ear, “Just relax, Eddie. Let me take care of you.”
Inky blackness ripples just below the surface of his skin. Both host and symbiote are still coming down from the adrenaline of their late-night escapades. There’s always a cool-down period where Venom struggles with the natural instinct to feed and Eddie’s mind ravages itself with all-consuming guilt. But you’re here now, ready and oh-so willing to bring them back from the brick of inner destruction.
You have firsthand experience with the darkness that wishes to blanket them. It followed you for centuries until you realized that the more you struggled, the more you fell into its clutches.
The silicone tip of your cock nudges his entrance and Eddie’s spine curls over. His face burrows into the pillows atop the bed, effectively swallowing the needy groan he releases. The first thrust is always the most intimate. The joining of your two bodies, three beings finding the exact point of pleasure.
Eddie whimpers beneath you, “(Y/N), more.”
“I know, handsome. You’re so worked up, huh?” You chuckle at his neediness. For an imposing figure, and even more so with Venom attached, Eddie is one of the most gentle souls you have ever encountered. Your hips work a steady rhythm, in and out, stuttering only when he clenches around the intrusion.
One hand anchors to his waist while the other works his leaking cock. His approaching orgasm is easy to spot: the hitch in his breathing, the further spread of his legs offering himself to you, and the lifting of his cock all give it away.
“Are you going to cum for me, Eddie?”
“Yes. Only for you.”
Your pace increases, the cock disappearing with his pucker hole. If this is the last sight you ever had in your life, you would gladly walk straight into the afterlife. His cock throbs angrily in your hand before he spills all over the sheets below. A bellowing cry leaves his lips as his body slumps against the mattress. You follow, never detaching yourself from him. Your weight blankets him, providing the security and safeness that he has been missing for far too long, “I love you, Eddie, in this life and the next.”
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Avengers Masterlist // Feedback, reblogs, & likes are always appreciated!
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kinanabinks · 8 months ago
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His Koala Bear P2 🐨 Dark!Steve x Reader
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PART 1
Summary: It’s Steve’s birthday. Doesn’t he deserve to feel good?
Warning: dark!steve, naive!reader, flirty!bucky, steve is V E R Y manipulative and toxic, smut (handjob), cheating/adultery
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Nothing sexual happened between you and Steve after the night he spent in your bed. Neither of you brought it up, not even the morning after when you woke up with his boner poking between your inner thighs.
"Pancakes?" He whispered into your ear once he saw your eyes fluttering open. The smile on his face was sweet and genuine, making you feel infinitely better. The guilt and regret had dissipated. Normalcy had resumed.
That was two months ago.
New York in the summer is your favorite. It's warm, the sky is the same shade of blue as Steve's eyes, and everyone's seemingly in a better mood. You can spend more time outside and short cab rides are traded in for longer, cheaper walks. But the weather isn't the best thing about summer - Steve's birthday is.
The great thing about his birthday is that it falls on a federal holiday, so you never have to worry about taking time off work. The other great thing is that everyone is in the mood to party on the 4th of July, meaning everyone is willing to go all out and make Steve's birthday the most exciting celebration of the year.
He pretends to dislike the attention and the fuss, but you know he loves it deep down.
"Happy birthday!" Everyone yells as he walks out into the decorated garden, clad in an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and black swimming trunks.
"Ah, you guys," Steve grins, hugging Sharon and a few others while they all greet him. You're quick to rush over and pull him into an embrace, which is short and not as tight as he wants it to be. But he knows that everyone's eyes are on him, and he can't give in to your intoxication so publicly. He scans your body quickly, hoping the smell of your sweet perfume doesn't make him hard in front of his wife.
It does, but she doesn't notice.
The party begins, and so does the fun. Music plays, Sam and Natasha fire up the barbecue, and alcoholic ice pops are distributed by Bucky, who hands you one with a smirk.
"Don't get too rowdy now; we all remember what happened last year," He teases nudging your shoulder.
At Steve's last birthday party, once most people had left and it was only his close friends that remained, things got a little wild. You got more drunk than ever before, and the next day you had to be told by a smug Bucky that you had given Steve a 'birthday lap dance' after Sharon went to bed. Luckily for you, anyone that would have judged you was also too drunk to remember.
You roll your eyes at his words. "Just because you're the heaviest heavy-weight in history, doesn't mean you can make fun of me. You're just jealous it costs me less than three cocktails to get drunk." Giving him a smug look, you wrap your lips around the ice pop, smiling at the cooling relief it brings you.
He sighs, "I have to admit; it'd be nice to stop seeing half my paycheck drown in whiskey." Looking you up and down, he tilts his head and steps closer to you. "You look good, doll."
"Thanks," You say sweetly. You're wearing white denim shorts and a tight red tank top, with a necklace resting atop your cleavage.
Bucky stares at your body hungrily, but you miss the lustrous look in his eyes. "You still seeing that chump? What's-his-face, Andrew?"
"Alex," You correct, before nodding. "And yes. We're taking things slow, but it's fun."
"Slow but fun?" Bucky questions with a raised eyebrow. "Those things rarely go hand in hand, darlin'."
"Then you have a lot to learn, Buck-o," You reply with a shrug, licking the lolly from bottom to top to stop the melted juice from dripping onto your wrist.
He narrows his eyes at you. "Are you trying to make me hard, or something?"
Your eyes practically bulge out at his accusation. "Um, what-"
"'Cause it's working," He continues, shooting you a wink. Your heart races, and you shyly look to the ground.
"Hey, babe," A familiar voice calls out from the right, and you turn to see Alex. Giving him a warm smile, you accept his side hug before he looks up at Bucky. "Hey, man. Good to see you."
"You too," Bucky replies flatly, shaking his hand. "You guys, uh, you guys look good together," He compliments, using his beer to point between you and Alex. "Picture-perfect."
"Thank you," You reply politely, before you look over his shoulder to see Steve and Sharon sharing some intense whispers. Alex and Bucky make small talk while you focus on Steve, who is left alone when Sharon storms off, his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched.
You can't help but feel bad for him, and slightly peeved off with Sharon. It's his birthday, and she has upset him.
"Uh, I'll be right back," You tell Alex, handing him the ice pop before patting Bucky's shoulder. "Could you introduce Alex to Sam? I think they have a ton in common."
Before either of them can protest, you're rushing away. Bucky watches as you make your way straight to Steve, a sly grin on his lips. Turning back to Alex, he raises a brow. "That don't bother you?"
Alex frowns, looking to where you're hugging Steve. "What; Y/N and Steve? Not at all."
"You're sure?" Bucky presses, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "They're awfully close, no?"
"They've been best friends their whole lives. If anything was ever gonna happen between them, it would have by now," Alex tells him with a shrug. "Plus, Steve's like, the nicest guy ever."
The truth is, Alex is terrified of Steve. He knows how much power he holds; not just in terms of his wealth but also with his business connections. He's associated with people like Tony Stark and the Maximoff siblings; Steve Rogers could end Alex Widmore in minutes with the right motivation. That's the only reason Alex is happy to take things slow with you, even if it leaves him sexually frustrated every night when all you give him after a date is a quick kiss. He knows he has to impress Steve before you'll be willing to take the next step with him.
Alex thinks you're like a sister to Steve. Alex couldn't be more wrong.
Bucky nods slowly, hiding his smirk as he remembers all the things Steve has drunkenly admitted to him. For years, he'd tell Bucky all about the dark thoughts he had about you, and how many times he got close to just taking you and kissing you and fucking you, so hard. After a recent late night out though, Steve's ramblings were different. Instead of saying what he wished he could do to you, he told Bucky how good it felt to rub against you, and how quickly he came with your body underneath him. Piecing together Steve's mumbles, Bucky figured out exactly what happened that night two months ago.
And now, as he watches Steve give you that puppy-dog look while you completely give in with a pout, Bucky knows that that night won't be the last time Steve takes advantage of you.
"You're wearing the necklace," Steve beams down at you, tempted to reach out and touch it, just so he can brush his fingers against your chest. But he's in public. He can't let anyone else know about the ways he breaks the rule of friendship with you.
"I always wear it on your birthday," You tell him with a proud smile. "It's my favorite."
It's a silver Tiffany necklace with a pendant reminiscent of a soldier's dogtag, with Steve's initials and a small heart engraved onto it. You researched just how much it cost him after he gifted it to you for your 18th birthday, almost having a heart attack when you found out. Back then, Steve wasn't the rich CEO he is today, but he didn't let that stop him from spoiling his favorite girl.
The idea for the necklace came to him after he masturbated to you one night as a horny teenager, imagining the heavenly sounds he could pull from your mouth if you belonged to him. He needed to find some way to prove that you'd always be his, and what better way than to decorate your pretty breasts with expensive silver, signed S.G.R. as though Steve Grant Rogers made you himself?
Stopping himself from jumping on you while he stares down at the necklace sitting between your soft, supple mounds, he feels his pants tighten. He wants to engrave his initials into your skin.
He knows you don't wear the necklace often because you're scared of damaging or losing it. You are both also aware that Sharon doesn't love that you own a necklace with her husband's initials on it, and Alex was a little weirded out when he saw you put it on this morning.
Steve makes a mental note to buy you something you can wear all the time; something that will more discreetly mark you as his. Something only he knows about.
"Can I give you your present early?" You ask him earnestly, eyeing the gift table covered in wrapped up boxes. You know his friends are all rich and lovely and probably bought him some great presents, but you also know Steve always prefers whatever you give him. This year, now that your job has allowed for you to extend your budget, you've spent a lot of money on his gift.
"Of course, sweetheart," Steve replies sweetly, smiling down at you. "But I've told you a million times; you don't ever need to spend money on me." He loves how it feels to practically throw money at you; it gives him a sense of ownership when he's able to provide for you and spoil you, which is what makes it so hard for him to ever accept you spending a single penny on him.
"And I've told you a million times that it's my right and my duty as your best friend to give you the best gift every year," You counter with a playful glare. "Now, can we go inside, find somewhere quiet? I don't want anyone else to see it."
"Sure," He says casually, doing his best to ignore how excited your suggestion makes him. He leads you into the house, taking your hand once you've disappeared from the view of anyone else. To your slight confusion, he takes you into a spare bedroom and into the en suite, which he locks the door of.
He leans against the counter and you stand in front of him, smiling while reaching into your small side bag and pulling out a velvet box.
"What is it?" He whispers, tilting his head.
"Find out," You whisper back, holding it out. Slowly, he takes it from your hand and opens it, before pulling out what is inside. It's a thick, gold chain bracelet, with a pendant on which is engraved an animal.
The smile is wide on his lips as he looks at it closely, before he glances up to you with adoration. "It's a koala."
You grin, "That's what you called me... that night. It kinda stuck with me." Steve shivers at your mention of that damn night, though he knows your intentions and meaning behind it are utterly innocent.
"I'll never take it off," He promises while clasping it on behind his gold Rolex, keeping his eyes hooked onto you. "That way, wherever I am, I'll always have my little koala bear with me."
Giggling, you happily accept the bone-crushing embrace he pulls you into, glad that he likes the present and glad that he didn't think you meant anything untoward by referring to that night. Though you've each avoided the subject, it was still one of the sweetest night you've spent together, and it brought you closer than you thought possible.
"Thank you, sweetheart, I love it. And I love you, so much," He mumbles against your neck, his beard tickling your skin. "It's my favorite present ever. Ever, ever, ever."
"I love you, too," You reply, before pulling away with a playful frown, "Is it even better than the handmade pillow I made you when we were thirteen?"
"Oh, definitely not," Steve joked, chuckling while wrapping his arms around you. His smile fell after a few seconds, though, as he remembered what pissed him off earlier. "Was Bucky making you uncomfortable?"
You're surprised at his question, and you shake your head almost reflexively. It's a lot easier to deny that Bucky may have overstepped his boundary, rather than complain about it and possibly cause a rift between Steve and his close friend. "No, not at all. He's just a hopeless flirt."
"I can tell him to back off," Steve offers, to which you softly laugh and shake your head.
"Really, Stevie, you don't have to-"
"I'll tell him to back off, baby," He cuts you off, his tone gentle but adamant in the way that you know he's already made up his mind.
"Okay," You whisper, resting your hands against his bare torso.
Steve's hands slip down into the back pockets of your shorts, his fingers nimbly rubbing up and down as his palms gently cup your ass. You notice the furrow of his brows, and his clenched jaw, his demeanor filling you with concern.
"Are you alright?" You ask him. "Are you upset because of what Sharon said?" When you approached Steve outside, he told you that he and Sharon had just been fighting because apparently, he wasn't putting in enough effort with her parents during the party.
"No," He sighed, his eyes downcast. "I'm just a little... in pain- no, just feeling a little discomfort."
His words make your lips part. It hurts you to know that he's hurting, especially on his special day, and you want nothing more than to make him feel better. "Oh no, Stevie, what's wrong?" You ask, clutching his shirt in your hands.
Taking in a deep breath, he gives you a small smile, pulling your body closer to his. "Nothing. Don't worry about it, sweetheart."
"No," You insist with a pout, knowing that his smile is fake. "Tell me, Steve, please. How can I help if I don't know what's wrong?"
Bashfully, he looks up to meet your eyes, which he holds captive with his. "It's, uh... it's my cock."
Your eyes widen a fraction at his admission, but you remain calm. "Oh. Oh?"
"Yeah," He says, letting out a nervous chuckle. "It's just aching a little."
"Is there anything I can do?" You ask quietly, worried to death about him.
Steve removes one of his hands from your short pockets to cup your face, using his thumb to stroke your cheek. He loves just how easily he can have you right where he wants you, and he knows that now is the perfect moment to take another step further. For two long months, he has remained patient. To ensure that you stay comfortable around him, and unaware of his dark cravings, he resorted straight back to Innocent Steve after that night. He knows that, in order to turn you into his submissive plaything, he needs to break you down slowly. He needs to take his time in stealing your innocence, piece by piece, until you crave him just as much as he craves you. Until you're the one begging for him.
He shakes his head before resting his forehead against yours. "I couldn't ask that of you."
"Steve, please," You beg him softly. "I wanna help you. I'm here for you; I'm your best friend."
If he's good at one thing, it's acting like you've pushed him into a corner and that he has no choice but to do what you obviously want him to do. Biting down on his lip, he slowly reaches down into his trunks and takes out his incredibly erect cock. The tip is red and swollen, making your heart race. It sits thick and hard between you, brushing against his bare abs and your clothed stomach, the tip almost poking the bottom of your breasts.
"Steve," You breathe out. It definitely looks like it's in pain.
"If you just..." He begins, pretending like he isn't at all happy about what he's about to ask of you. "Just rub it a little..."
You feel a jolt shoot through your body at his request. Though you feel oddly tempted to do as he says, you can't help but feel uncomfortable. "Should- should I call Sharon?"
"No, no," Steve says firmly, shaking his head while stroking your cheek gently. "She doesn't care about me, baby. Not like you do."
Your eyes soften at his words. He's so sweet, and kind, and deserves a world of happiness. You hate that Sharon doesn't treat him as well as she should. "Okay," You agree. "I- I'll help you, Stevie."
He takes one of your hands in his, before gradually moving it to his dick. Wrapping your fingers around his shaft, Steve lets out a shaky breath, guiding your hand up and down, slowly and gently.
"Oh, fuck," He whispers, his lips parting. "That feels really good, sweetheart. So good."
You're happy to hear his relief, and proud that you're the one making him feel better. His cock is as hard as a rock beneath your palm, and you're shyly moving up and down, jumping slightly every time he twitches or throbs.
"You're doing so well for me," Steve praises, stroking your hips. "Keep going." You do as he says, looking up to meet his eyes. He nods down at you, prompting you to continue. "Just like that, pretty girl, just like that."
He wraps his hand around yours, making you grip him tighter before speeding up your pace. Steve can't help but let out grunts, keeping one hand on your back, rubbing it comfortingly to ensure you remain calm and unafraid.
"Spit on it," He utters, making your eyes widen. "Make it a little wet; it'll be easier."
You swallow thickly, taken aback by his strange request but agreeing with a silent nod nonetheless. Before you can gather some saliva in your mouth, though, he grabs your chin.
"Say, 'Yes, Sir'," He orders you gently. Steve can't hold back his desire for dominance over you, even though he knows he needs to take things slow.
"W- what?" You ask, letting out a nervous laugh as your hand stills around his cock. "Why?"
His face remains stoic, his tone less forgiving when he speaks. "Say it."
You nod quickly, feeling yourself fall into his clutches. Whatever Steve says, goes. "Yes, Sir." You feel pride when he smirks down at you, before bending your head forward and letting out a long string of spit onto his cock. It slides down from the tip over the shaft, coating his length. Your action causes his pre-cum to leak out, mixing in with your saliva and moistening every inch of him, making it easy for your hand to slide up and down it while Steve softly grunts.
"Good girl," He mumbles, cupping your face in his hands as he brings your forehead against his, his eyes closing. "You're making me feel so much better. You're my sweetheart, aren't you?"
"Yes, Sir," You repeat, liking the way it feels when you say it and also loving the look on his face when you do.
Steve chuckles. You've always been such a quick learner. "Rub it a little harder. Don't be afraid, baby. You're making all my pain go away."
You comply with his order, fisting his cock in your soft palm. Steve throws his head back, letting out a loud groan of pleasure. Wanting to hear him make the sound some more, you keep going, in love with the knowledge that you're the one helping him out. You're the one taking away his pain.
"Faster," He lets out between grunts, tangling his hand in your hair and pulling on it. "Use both hands for me." His cock is big, and your hand takes its time getting from the base to the tip. Steve is growing impatient, but he only falls deeper in love with you when you begin using both of your hands to jerk him off, determination and subordination clear in your demeanor.
Picking up your pace, you accidentally twist your hands around his shaft, but it only makes him moan louder.
"Fuck, do that again," He orders, and you gladly do. Steve lets out a dark chuckle, breathing heavily. "You're doing so well for me, my sweet girl. You're helping me out so much."
You feel his cock throbbing incessantly under your grip, and you're motivated to please him. His lips brush against yours, but he doesn't kiss you. Instead, he pours his groans into your open mouth, his hands holding your hips tightly as you pulls you flush against him. He needs to keep you as close to himself as possible, as though even an inch of distance between you will kill him.
Steve bucks his hips, fucking your hands as you twist and tighten around his cock, and before long he's letting out a guttural moan, along with your name. Suddenly, he erupts, his cum shooting out of his tip and coating his bare stomach, along with your top. You immediately stop your movements, but Steve quickly grabs both your hands with one of his and forces you to continue wanking him through his orgasm.
"Yes, yes, baby," He whispers against your lips. "That feels incredible." Eventually, he releases your hands from his grip and you feebly let go of his cock, your eyes wide and your heart racing.
"I'm sorry," You say quickly. "I- I didn't mean to make you..." You feel incredibly guilty for making him cum when all you were supposed to do was stop his discomfort.
"Hey, hey, hey," Steve cups your face, staring into your eyes. "That wasn't your fault. You were only helping me, baby."
You give him wide doe eyes, trying to ignore the warmth of his spurts of cum that landed on your chest. "A-are you sure, Steve?"
"I promise," He vows, stroking your cheek. "You were just being my best friend, like you always are." A hint of a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips as he glances down at your body. With his thumb, he scoops up the cum that landed on your chest, to the right of your necklace, threatening to drip down your breast. Once it has been collected on his thumb, he brings it up to his lips. "Open."
His order makes you shiver, but you do as he says. His thumb moves to land on your tongue, and he lets out a shaky breath when you suck it clean. Quickly becoming addicted to the sight of his seed disappearing into your mouth as you swallow, he wipes the drops that landed on his abs, repeating his earlier action and feeding his hot cum to you.
Once it's all gone, he smiles innocently and gives you a soft kiss on your lips. "Thank you. You're such a good girl for me."
"D- do you feel better?" You ask. "Does it still hurt?"
Steve shakes his head, putting away his softening cock before returning his hands into your back pockets and pulling your chest against his. "Not at all. You fixed me with your angel hands."
His words warm your heart and make you giggle. You wrap your arms around his neck, "Good. All I ever want is to help you, Steve, and make sure that you're happy. Especially on your birthday."
He grins at you, swaying you gently in his hold. "You always make me happy, pretty baby. You don't even have to try." Looking down, he lets out a chuckle. "We're going to have to change you out of that top, angel hands."
You blush at the nickname, but you also have to agree with him. Your red tank top is now stained with Steve's cum, and there's no way you can just convince everyone you had an unfortunate accident with a melting ice cream.
"I have a bikini on underneath; I can just say I got hot," You inform him nonchalantly, making him gulp. Without a word, he watches as you pull your top out from your high-waisted shorts and off your body, throwing it to the ground.
Steve's eyes shamelessly stay glued to your chest, his hands unintentionally tightening around your ass through your pockets. "Nice bikini."
"You're the one who chose it," You inform him with a sly smile, a blush on your cheeks as you remember the shopping trip on which he spent thousands of dollars on you without even batting an eyelid. You're pretty sure he went home that night and got screamed at by Sharon for spending his money on something other than her.
Steve takes his eyes off your skin and looks at the actual bikini, which is maroon and leaves little to the imagination. He almost cums again at the idea that this whole time, you've been wearing the swimsuit he bought. This whole time, your most intimate parts have been held by the material that he paid for. This whole time, he's fucking owned you, and you've happily let him.
"I love you, my koala bear," He hums, feeling himself harden again already. His lips press to yours with every word he says, but neither of you make an effort to move back. "I'm never gonna let anyone take you away from me. Ever."
He thinks of Bucky flirting with you and has to stop himself from going back out to the garden and knocking him out. He thinks of the fact that Alex has kissed you, kissed Steve's property, and imagines all the different ways he could torture him for touching you. Steve knows he has to act fast; he knows he has to make sure that your relationship with Alex doesn't develop any further. Yes, you two are taking it slow, but Steve sees the way Alex looks at your body. He knows it's only a matter of time before he tries to do more than just kiss you.
"Nobody ever will," You promise. "I'll always be your best friend."
That's what he's afraid of. But Steve is a patient man. He's waited over two decades for you; what's a little longer before you're serving him unconditionally, without question?
"You didn't say it back," He mumbles against your neck, taking in your scent as his cock twitches. "Say it back, baby."
You grin before taking a hold of his head and pulling it back so he has to look at you. "Steve," You begin, nothing but adoration in your eyes for the man standing above you. "I love you."
Steve smiles and wraps his arms tightly around you, hugging you like it's the last time. "Good girl," He hums, a smirk on his lips as his hand shamelessly squeezes your ass and his other rubs your bare shoulder, his face buried in the crook of your neck. "My good girl."
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dadplease · 2 months ago
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kinktober 2021 | day two: hands-on job.
✷ written for eun’s 2021 kinktober ✷
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today’s prompt | fingering
summary | steve fills your needs with his skilled fingers.
pairing | steve rogers x reader
warnings | smut! (do i have to put this warning for every kinktober blurb :-/ ), soft vibes!, but also? light mocking (mostly teasing), soft sweet ending, reader calls him stevie (understandably so), steve calls reader his best girl (twice <3)
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an | yay day two! okay super duper love this one, still relatively soft and sweet vibes for stevie taking care of needy reader with his hands. here is what i've decided: 1) steve is THE BEST sweet talker, with THE BEST petnames. 2) those big meaty supersoldier fingers are !!!! you already know ;-) really hope you enjoy this one! love a good finger fuck fic <3
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"C'mon princess, gotta open up for me," Steve coaxes as he lowers himself down between your legs to get a better view, one of his hands rubbing soothing circles over your hip while the other trails down to help you ease your legs open further. His fingers are a light tease, but they leave too much to be desired. Aching with need, you whimper.
"That's my girl, now just relax, sweetheart," his feathering voice encourages gently, bringing a hand to either side of your heated folds and applying the slightest bit of pressure upwards to reveal the dripping pool of arousal you've been building ever since he placed you so delicately on your shared mattress before him, his intentions clear in just the glow of lust behind his eyes.
"Look at that, so needy for me," Steve hums in approval, dragging a single finger through your wetness to prove his point, your slick stringing impressively as he pulls away to examine it. "You want me to make it better, pretty girl? C'mon, need'a tell me what you want, otherwise I can't give it to you," he tests.
"P-please Stevie, please," you struggle to find your words, a low chuckle rising through the man as he considers your pleas. "Want you to touch me, please," you continue, your cheeks burning in embarrassment as Steve nods, finally seeming satisfied.
"Touch you, hmm?" he repeats, his finger dragging back down to rub your wetness over your clit, your breath hitching in your throat at the delicious burning sensation sprouting out through your heat. "Well now, I couldn't deny my best girl something like that, d'you think?" he croons, working your sensitive button in agonizing circles. "Look at you, sweetheart. Need it so bad, don't you?"
"Y-yes, please," you pant in response, a startled whimper rising in your throat as Steve presses a finger from his other hand against your opening, quickly working himself against your tender inner walls, the mix of stimulation overwhelming you as your breaths start to stagger.
"There we go; that's better, isn't it?" he questions, the mocked sympathy in his voice only making his tactics more effective. "Just need me to fill you up with these fingers, don't you? So desperate for more, look," he continues, a second finger now joining the first to pump steadily into your clenching folds, the terrible sound of your wetness nothing short of humiliating.
"That's it, takin' me so well, doll. And look at this- your poor clit, it's so swollen and puffy- bet that feels nice, doesn't it, princess?"
"Mmph," you humph, unable to form proper words as Steve's movements intensify, his fingers inside of you hitting just the right spot at just the right speed to build you up to your climax; he has no struggle bringing you right to the edge. He knows every inch of you like the back of his hand.
With a knowing look on his face, Steve nods. "That's it, sweetheart. Go ahead, you can cum. There it is," he sings triumphantly, making sure to carry you right through your high, only slowing down once you've slumped back against the pillows behind you, a sheer layer of sweat coating your face as you blink bashfully up at the man before you.
"How was that?" He asks with a gentle smile, careful as he removes his fingers, knowing you're still sensitive.
"S'good," you mumble, still dazed from the pleasure of it all.
"Good," Steve chuckles, leaning over to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead. "S'long as my best girl's taken care of, I'm doin' my job right."
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blissfullybarnes · 6 months ago
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dream a little dream of me // b.b
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Summary: Bucky has a hard time falling asleep, but not when y/n lulls him to sleep by singing to him
Pairing: avenger!bucky & fem!avenger!reader
Requested: no, my contribution to @sventeen-daybreak​‘s writing challenge! Part one of “dreamland”
Warning: mention of nightmares, but other than that pure fluff
Word Count: 3,176
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A/N: congrats angel Dev on such a huge milestone! You’ve been so kind to me since I started writing for Bucky and I can’t think of anyone else who deserves the endless love and support that you do! gif credit to @buvky​!
He’s in desperate need of sleep, it’s obvious. There are dark, purple bruises, that are almost black, under his eyes serving as a constant reminder that he needed to get some sleep.
He wears a scowl. His arms are crossed over his chest as he watches those around him snuggle deeper into their seats, resting their heads against folded up blankets, pillows or even the wall as they indulge themselves in the luxury of sleep that he’s so desperate for.
It’s been so long since he’s slept for more than an hour or so at a time that he can’t remember what it’s like to fall into a deep sleep and wake up refreshed.
The last dream he had feels like a figment of his imagination and if he were to try and recall it, parts of it wouldn’t come back to him. Too much time had passed since his last dream. He wasn’t even sure what he used to dream about.
He was an expert on nightmares. They haunted him most nights, filling his subconscious until he woke in a panic, unable to distinguish what was real and what was imaginary.
It wasn’t fair that everyone else got to slip into peaceful slumber without having to endure the horrors he did whenever he closed his eyes.
It simply wasn’t fair.
His eyelids were heavy with sleep, but he knew what would happen as soon as he closed his eyes and succumbed to the tiredness that was taking over him. The relief he’d find would be short lived. It always was.
For the first time since he’d sat down on the jet, he realized just how much his body ached. The physical injuries he’d sustained during the fight had already started to heal, but he was having a hard time regaining the energy he’d exuded during the fight.
Despite the serum that pumped through his veins, he was still human. At least, that’s what he liked to think. He held onto the idea that he was just enhanced and not the monster he was conditioned to believe he was.
He found comfort in the idea of being normal. He liked to pretend sometimes that that’s exactly what he was. A normal man. A normal man who had normal issues like trouble falling asleep after a hard day of work.
Except, he wasn’t a normal man. No matter how much he desired to be, there was nothing normal about him. The moonlight reflecting off of his vibranium arm was an unwelcome reminder of that.
A heavy sigh left his lips. It was a shame it didn’t fill him with the relief he hoped it would. His chest still felt tight, even after the deep exhale and he wondered if it would ever get any easier for him to breath or if he’d always feel the painful ache deep in his chest.
He wasn’t aware that he wasn’t the only one awake. You watched him from the row of seats in the way back of the jet, the ones that had been converted into a bed of sorts.
It was really just three chairs put together with the armrests removed, but sometimes, after really long, draining missions, you’d use it as a bed.
Realistically, it was meant to treat the injured. If anyone became badly injured during a mission, the bed was there for them to relax until you arrived back to the compound where their injuries could be examined and treated by medical professionals in the med bay, but since no one had sustained any life threatening injuries, you got to use it as a bed.
You could tell that Bucky was contemplating something. Even though his back was turned towards you, you could tell that he was deep in thought, which meant for him, he was in an internal battle with himself.
He had tells that only you seemed to notice. The sound of his signature deep sigh was deafening as it lingered in the silence of the jet. You couldn’t see it, but you were sure he was rubbing the pad of his thumb and pointer finger together too. It was something he did when he was trying to distract himself, something you noticed he did too often.
You were tired.
You’d stayed up the entire night before gathering intel for the mission and doing the last bit of recon before you infiltrated the base you’d been staking out for months. The last time you slept had to have been over thirty six hours ago, but as soon as you noticed your friend struggling a few feet in front of you, you were wide awake.
Sleep could wait.
The thin blanket that’d been keeping you warm was now piled up next to you as you rose to your feet, careful not to make any noise and risk waking your other teammates.
Slowly, you made your way over towards Bucky. Clearing your throat softly, you alerted him of your presence so that he heard you coming and didn’t freak out when he saw you step into his peripherals.
“Hey-“ Your voice is barely above a whisper as you offer him a soft wave. He returns the gesture with a forced smile, one that might’ve been able to convince anyone else that it was genuine, but you weren’t just anyone else.
“Come here-“ You urge him gently, reaching for his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. He doesn’t resist. A long time ago, he might’ve. He might’ve flinched or removed his hand from yours entirely, but he wasn’t who he used to be.
He reluctantly allowed you to lead him up and out of the seat he’d been sitting in for the past few hours. His legs went numb as soon as he stood and it felt good to stretch them out after he realized he hadn’t in the almost five hours the jet had been in the air.
The worst part about international missions were the flights back. The flights there were just about as boring, except, on the flights there, there was always adrenaline coursing through everyone’s veins. On the flights back, their exhaustion took over.
You led him to the back of the jet, where you’d sat before, out of earshot from everyone else who had dozed off hours ago.
Dropping his hand from yours, you pulled the blanket you’d left discarded back over your lap as you took a seat.
“Sit.” You instructed him, patting the open space next to you and he silently obliged, squeezing into the space next to you.
He doesn’t say anything, only offers you a smile when you meet his stare and he can tell almost instantly that you’re not buying it.
“Are you ok?” Your voice is just above a whisper now, still soft, but loud enough for him to hear you without disturbing your teammates.
“Yeah.” He nodded, deflecting the question quickly by asking, “How about you?”
You’d never forced him to talk about what was bothering him and maybe that’s why the two of you always got along so well.
Everyone else demanded answers from him, but you, you took his word for it when he said he was fine, even when you knew he was lying, and gave him the space he needed when he needed it.
It was clear that he didn’t want to talk about what was bothering him, so you didn’t push him to. Sometimes, just being there for him, whether it was sitting besides him in silence or giving his hand a gentle squeeze was enough to remind him that you were there and that whatever he was going through, he didn’t have to go through it alone.
He appreciated that more than you’d ever know.
“I’m alright.” You replied with a soft yawn as you snuggled deeper into the comfort of the converted bed, your back resting against the cold metal lining of the jet as you adjusted.
“Aren’t you tired?” Bucky asked even though he already knew the answer. The bags under your eyes were purple and blue. They were brighter than the ones under his sunken eyes, but still pretty dark. You kept rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands in an attempt to keep yourself awake. He knew, because he’d seen you do it at least a hundred times before.
“A little-“ You admitted, resting your head on his shoulder. “But I didn’t think it was fair to leave you awake all alone.”
A genuine smile tugged at Bucky’s lips upon hearing your confession. One of the very first things he noticed about you was your selflessness. You always put the needs and feelings of others above your own. There wasn’t a selfish bone in your body.
“You can go to sleep, doll.” He assured you as you reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers together once again. “You don’t have to worry about me.”
“I’ll always worry about you.” You confessed, meeting his stare as you lifted your head from his shoulder.
It was the first time you’d caught a glimpse of him up close and the first time you could see just how tired he was. You could tell from a distance, anyone could, but something about seeing the effects from the lack of sleep up close was so very different.
You brought your palm to his cheek and he had to fight every urge to not nuzzle deeper into your touch. When you brushed your thumb gently over the sunken, hollow bags just above his cheekbone, his heart began to race.
He’d grown used to your touch. It was always friendly. Welcomed, even. You were always so gentle with him. Even though he was made of superhuman abilities and vibranium, you touched him like he was glass, like he was fragile, delicate and about to break at any moment. You touched him like he was human. Like he was normal.
If he wasn’t careful, he allowed himself to read deeper into the physical intimacy between the two of you. It was innocent. It always had been. It was the way your fingers would lace with his when you’d notice his breathing would pick up or the way you’d find comfort by resting your head on his shoulder. They were friendly gestures he wished were more.
If he wasn’t careful, he almost believed they were. He believed that there was something more than just concern or care behind the stolen stares and lingering touches but then he remembered that you had someone waiting for you when you got home.
Your boyfriend was an incredible guy. He reminded Bucky a lot of himself before he joined the Army and as much as he wanted to dislike him, as much as he wanted a reason to have you all to himself, he simply couldn’t.
There was a very fine line between friendship and something more and some days it was harder for him to accept his place on that line than it was for others. Especially when you were so blissfully unaware of the effect you had on him.
“You’re fighting it, aren’t you?” The sadness in your voice caused a pang of guilt to settle in his gut.
“Don’t want to wake everyone up.”
It’s happened more than once before. If Bucky gives into his desire to sleep, it usually results with him waking in a panic moments later with a sheen of sweat dripping down his forehead and loud, raspy screams burning his throat.
It’s a lot to deal with, but it doesn’t compare to the sympathetic looks he gets for the rest of the ride home. It doesn’t compare to the weight of guilt he carries with him when he notices someone’s eyelids fluttering shut and then forcing them awake, as if they’re afraid to fall asleep and be woken the same way again.
It’s a lot to deal with, so he chooses not to.
You can see how desperate he is for sleep. The exhaustion is taking over his body and you wish that you could give him the relief you know that he needs.
“Can we try something?” You let out and he nods before you offer him instruction, “Lay down-“
Flipping the blanket off of your lap you point to where it rested, motioning for him to rest his head in your lap instead. He’s hesitant, unsure what he’s agreeing to if he does as you ask and you can tell he’s reserved.
“It’s ok, Buck.” You assure him before gently adding, “Just lay down.”
With a deep breath, he does. He rests his head in your lap and pulls his knees up onto the converted row of chairs. There’s really only enough space for one person, but the two of you make it work.
He’s thankful you can’t hear how fast his heart is beating, but he hears the way yours picks up as soon as his head is in your lap.
Slowly, cautiously, you brush his hair out of his eyes and run your fingers across his scalp.
“This ok?” You ask him, fingers still toying with his hair and he’s quick to reply, in fear that if he doesn’t, you’ll stop.
“Yeah-“
With a smile, you instruct him again, “Close your eyes.”
His body tenses and he’s afraid, something he’ll never admit out loud. He knows that you’re trying to help, but he’s afraid that if he falls asleep that he’ll wake up and you’ll be the one dealing with the consequences of his slumber.
He’s afraid that he might hurt you if he wakes in a panic with his limbs flailing or worse, won’t recognize you as you try to calm him down. It’s happened before. He was so out of it once that he didn’t recognize you, let alone Steve for a few minutes. He was in a fugue state and it was by far the scariest thing that’d ever happened to him.
He’s been afraid of it happening again, which is partly another reason that he fights his sleep. He never wants to see the sadness he saw in your eyes that day ever again.
“Y/N-“ He warns, his voice cracking as he tried to voice his concerns.
“I’m right here, Buck.” You promised him. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
He’d never been very vulnerable. He always had a hard time opening up to people and letting them in. Trust was something he didn’t give easily. But something about the assurance in your voice, something about the gentleness of your tone made him believe that everything was going to be alright, even though he knew deep down that there was a chance that it wouldn’t be.
He allowed himself to trust you. He silenced the voices in his head that told him this was a bad idea and that it wasn’t going to work because he believed in you.
Humming a soft tune, you continued to run your fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes. His heart raced as soon as he was surrounded by darkness, but then, you started singing a soft, sweet melody he’d never heard before.
He’d never heard the song before, but that didn’t matter, he found comfort, not only in your soothing voice, but the words that you’d chosen to sing to him.
Sleep was threatening to pull him under, and for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t trying to fight it.
He focused on you.
He focused on your fingers in his hair and your voice as he was surrounded by darkness and he allowed himself to give into the one thing he’d been denying himself of.
“Even when we fade eventually to nothing-“ You sang softly, a smile on your lips as you felt Bucky’s full weight on your body as he finally relaxed, “You will always be my favorite form of loving”
He managed to sleep for just over three hours. It wouldn’t have been enough for anyone else, but god, was it enough for him.
He dreamt of you.
He dreamt of you standing outside of a home that resembled the one he grew up in so many years ago. The sun was shining brightly, almost too brightly for it to be enjoyable.
You wore a sundress and a wide smile as you waved him over towards you.
He saw a ring on your finger. The small, sapphire stone was familiar to him and he’s pretty sure it belonged to his mother. He hadn’t seen it since he was a child, and was almost positive that it was lost a long time ago, but it looks like it’s found a home on your finger and he’s elated.
As soon as he was close enough, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips, stunning him.
He wasn’t expecting the gesture, but as soon as he realized what was happening, he brought his hand up to the side of your face and cupped your cheek, deepening the kiss.
His other hand pulls you flush against him and it’s only then that he realizes he can feel the fabric of your dress between his fingers. He pulls away suddenly, looking down to his hands only to find that they’re both flesh.
He isn’t missing a limb and his mouth falls open in shock, tears threatening to spill down his cheeks.
You grab his hands, both of them and he chokes back a sob when he can feel your hands, actually feel both of your hands, with his.
He’s about to say something when a little boy comes running out from the backyard. He can’t be more than five years old and he’s calling out for someone.
Behind him, a younger girl is chasing him. She’s maybe three years old with a dress similar to the one you’re wearing.
“Daddy’s home!” One of them shouts and it’s only then that he realizes just how much the little boy looks like you.
“Daddy’s home.” You confirm as both children wrap their arms around his legs, embracing him tightly.
He looks to you and he’s absolutely speechless. There’s so much he wants to ask, so much he wants to say, but you beat him to it.
“I love you.” You whispered with a smile and he was positive that he never wanted to wake up again.
For the first time in a long time, he didn’t fear sleep. Not when it had the potential to bring him to a place where you were his and he was yours.
In his dreams, he was a normal man. In his dreams, he lived the life he desired most.
He’d come to learn that he was quite fond of dreams, actually, and maybe, just maybe, giving into his desire for sleep wasn’t as bad as he thought it was. Not if it meant he could hold you, kiss you, and say the things he knew he could never say to you when he was awake.
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