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tempestuous-lush · 1 year

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perfect || steve rogers x f!reader

summary: reader breaks up with steve over insecurities regarding lack of experience. he insists she is perfect, and proves to her just how perfect she is.

warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, multiple creampies, brief size kink, brief daddy kink, virgin reader, hints of a darker steve, blowjob. I think that’s it?

misc: just know, never written steve before so this is VERY new for me. I’m trying to move past my comfort zones. Also this was written on my phone, so. If the format is off that’s mostly why.

also some people I think may enjoy this, @sweetieswiftie @a-bang-for-your-bucky @grippingbeskar @castlesnchurches

You had broken up with him via text.

He didn’t respond well to that. For the life of him, he couldn’t understand what he had done wrong. So, he went to the nearest flower shop and bought a dozen brightly colored dahlias…your favorite. The next thing he had done was go out of his way to get takeout. It was your usual order from the Vietnamese place you had brought him to. Last, he stopped to get you a book. He knew you were reading a series, and decided to get you the next one in the series. Then he found himself at the door of your apartment. He was nervous. Clearing his throat, he knocked.

You pulled the door open without checking, the one thing Steve always got on you for doing. You spoke first, “Steve, I just br” -

“I brought a few things so you might let me in, and tell me why.”

This was the last conversation you were wanting to have. Yet, you knew Steve and he wouldn’t just step away. So, reluctantly, you stepped back and gestured for him to come inside. The aroma of the food he brought followed him to the kitchen, and you smiled at the thought of him going out of his way to get you one of your favorites.

Then your eyes registered flowers as he turned and offered them to you. You looked down with a shy smile before taking them from him, whispering a thanks. Steve’s eyes stayed glued to you as you walked around the tiny island to open it and pull out a vase, filling it with water to drop the flowers inside.

You decided to place the merry vase on your coffee table and as you moved them around in the vase and didn’t look at him, Steve spoke up, “So, are you going to tell me what went wrong? Because last I checked, we were doing wonderful. More than that even.”

You looked at him then, your cheeks redding as you thought of why. You hugged your arms to your torso and Steve looked at you, patiently waiting. There was a reason you broke up with him through text message and you were hoping to avoid this conversation. Desperately. Your eyes were beginning to water and you looked away. Steve stood there, still as a statue. Reluctantly, you come clean, “Look at me, Steve.”

Not understanding, a bit of a laugh escaped him before he answered, confused, “I am.”

“No…look at me. Why do you want me? No one else ever has. I’m not thin enough, not social enough, not bright enough, not…good enough.”

Steve’s face was scrunched with confusion, before he shook his head, “I’m not understanding.”

He watched as you threw your head back with a frustrated sigh. You stomped off to your bedroom in a dramatic fashion that would have been adorable under different circumstances. He bit back his smile. Then, just as swiftly as you exited, you came back and threw a magazine at him. Steve turned to the page you had dog eared and saw a photo taken of the two of you. You were walking into headquarters in streetwear. He didn’t see the issue until he saw the caption.

Captain America Dating Grunt

You watched as he read the article, words ripping you apart and pointing out everything you’ve ever had an insecurity about. When he was done, his hands made quick work of ripping the pages apart. He crossed the space between you and you stepped away, “They’re not wrong Steve…I’m not a good fit for you. Between the looks and the lack of experience, I’m not exactly batting the best.”

Steve came to a still. His blue eyes pierced through you, “You’re perfect.”

“I just…literally anyone else could be better for you. And don’t even get me started on reading everywhere in gossip columns how you should be with a model or the elusive redhead in photos that we both know is Natasha. It’s tiring.” You averted your gaze and picked at your nail beds, an old nervous habit that Steve knew was your bluff. You were lying about something. He just wasn’t sure what.

Instead of hiding it though, he called you out on it, “That’s a lie and we both know it. C’mon beautiful, those comparisons never bothered you before. I know that’s not the issue.”

You knew it wasn’t the issue, too. No, the truth was, the night before last the two of you had gotten much closer and that terrified you for more than one reason. For starters, you were already well in love with him and terrified any time he went on missions. What would happen if you became even more attached? Was it even possible? Then, what if you were bad at it? Sure, the heated kisses and level of intimacy already were wonderful, but you didn’t really know what to do besides that. And, part of you was insecure. What if he didn’t appreciate or even want the full package once it was opened?

Biting at your lip, you mumbled out, “I’ve also…never had sex.”

Steve stared at you in disbelief, his blue eyes taking in the blush on your face.

“I’m sorry?”

“God Steve, I know you heard me.” Your eyes landed on the floor. That seemed the safest option at this moment. Though part of you felt like you might spontaneously combust at any moment. Tears pricked at your eyes in embarrassment.

A small smile hinted at the corners of his lips before he cleared his throat, “I’ve only ever had sex once sweetheart. It’s not like I would have much comparison myself. What if I’m god awful?”

Your head shot up. Only once? How could that be the case? You blinked away your forming tears before sniffling, “You’re just saying that to make me feel better. Look at you. Who wouldn’t be trying for that? You’ve had to have offers.”

“Well, I didn’t get many looks before the serum, and afterwards I was a bit busy with war. It was right before I ended up on the front lines though. So, roughly eighty years ago…” he winced at the way that sounded before laughing, “And now I feel old.”

You found yourself feeling a little better. A laugh escaped you before adding, “You are…but I like that about you. You’re the only grown man I’ve met that likes to dance with me.”

“Sweetheart I will do absolutely anything with you.”

A fierce blush spread across your face and you cleared your throat, “Wanna help me eat the food you brought?”

“Only if it means you’ve rescinded the breakup.”

“I suppose I acted with haste.”

“You can say that again. And just know, I will never ask you to do something that would make you uncomfortable.” His hand found yours, engulfing your small hand in size and warmth and comfort. That was just Steve.

The two of you sat at your small table in the kitchen and ate in peace with one another. You moved to clear the table and Steve stood and began to help. You moved in comfortable silence. Though, there was an odd electricity in the air, knowing what each of you knew now. And, as he brushed your hair back and kissed you goodbye, his lips lingered on yours and you ran a hand through his hair before deepening the kiss.

He chuckled deeply as he broke the kiss, thumb stroking your cheek, speaking softly, “I have to say, there is no way you’ll be bad at it, and there is no way I won’t enjoy it. But I have to go sweetheart. Bucky and I are getting shipped out in less than an hour now, but I couldn’t leave things the way they were. You’re too important to me.”

He kissed you again on the cheek and you called out once he turned around, “Hey.”

Steve looked back at you, a smile spreading on his face as you said three words, “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. I will see you when I get back, yeah?”

As you nodded, your heart feeling lighter with your revelation, he left out and you softly closed the door behind him, whispering, “Be safe.”

Steve made it in record time to the military air strip, weaving in and out of traffic on his bike. When he pulled up he saw Bucky already there. Even as Steve climbed off the bike, Bucky was impatient to learn, “How did it go with your girl?”

“Well, she said she loved me for the first time…” Steve wasn’t sure how much to divulge to his best friend.

Though, over the course of the mission, Steve accidentally slipped up on just what the problem was. They were at a small cafe grabbing a bite to eat when Steve slipped up. Bucky put his food down and looked at Steve incredulous, “No, there’s no way. A girl that looks like that” -

“Hey, watch it!”

“Steve, I was just saying, I don’t believe it. There’s no way no one has really tried before.” Bucky remembered when he first met you, how if you were anyone else’s but Steve’s he would have tried to take you away.

Steve was getting uncomfortable with the conversation though and dismissed it, “No it makes sense. She spends so much time at work and in that lab. It’s the only reason I met her when I did. I was with Natasha and she brought me with her. Said she needed to pick up some new equipment. But now? She was absolutely trying to fix us up.”

Bucky nodded as he finished his meal. As Steve went to take another bite, Bucky offered his unsolicited advice, “Eat with enthusiasm.”

Steve choked a bit on his last bite and once he cleared his throat gave Bucky a shove, his friend laughing playfully.

Meanwhile, back home you paged Natasha to come and meet you in the lab. When the redhead got there, looking around as though expecting to see a reason she was there, you waved at her and stated, “Natasha I need your help.”

She walked over towards you and cocked an eyebrow when she saw your face already getting red, “Everything okay?”

“I, uh…I don’t know what to wear for an…event.”

“Okay, well, what’s the event?”

Your blush spread to your ears and you timidly showed her your phone screen. You had been looking at lingerie. It didn’t take long for you to realize that you were incredibly out of your depth. Which is when you called her in. Natasha tried to bite back a smirk but you could hear it in her voice, “And what an event it is.”

“I wanted something special but also everything I’ve found just feels a bit…”

“Much?”

You nodded, feeling relieved she understood and also kept you from over explaining.

Natasha reached below your work space and grabbed your purse and nodded to the door, “Take the lab coat off and come with me. You’re taking a personal day and I don’t think anyone will mind.”

A week later found you looking at your phone in your apartment, nervously eyeing your last text received. As much as I want to go home and shave before you see me, I missed you too much. On my way to see you.

You had slipped into what you and Natasha had settled on as soon as you received his message. To cover it, the two of you had decided on a loose fitting silk slip dress in a light pink. You tied the nude colored silk sash around your waist. It still baffled you that stockings could cost so damn much, not even acknowledging the rest of it. You had always been a mismatched sports bra and panty kind of girl. A blush spread over your cheeks as you thought of what you were wearing. Huffing, you looked up at the ceiling and spoke to no one but yourself, “Get it together, girl.” A yelp followed as a knock interrupted your self talk, and you could feel your heartbeat already beginning to race.

Walking to the door, you looked through the eyehole and your breath caught in your throat. It was Steve. You fumbled with the locks long enough for it to be noticeable. Was that sweat on your palms?

By the time you got the door open, Steve’s face held a questioning look. That was, until he drank in the sight of you. His tongue reflexively licked his bottom lip, blue eyes traveling slowly up your body until they rested on your face, “Jesus sweetheart, you look incredible. I hope you didn’t get dressed up just for me though...”

Looking down to hide the new blush erupting on your cheeks, you took a step back to let him inside.

When you looked back up, you felt your insides clench at the sight of him. He had a beard. His hair had gotten the tiniest bit longer. Something about him not looking as polished as he normally did had your stomach fluttering. That was when you realized you were just staring, your mouth slightly open and eyes glazed over with lust. Snapping yourself out of it and doing your best to ignore his knowing smirk, you cleared your throat and responded brutally honest, “You're exactly who I dressed up for.”

You winced at the way it sounded. You turned and walked away, face in hand, wondering just how red your face could get. Steve let out a sympathetic laugh before walking in behind you and closing the door. He sat on the couch as you went into the kitchen. You opened a bottle of Pinot noir and poured a rather…healthy glass. Taking a sip you called out, “Want anything to drink Steve?”

“No I’m good sweetheart.”

Letting a sigh escape, you downed the entire glass before dry heaving at the feel of so much red wine at your throat before chugging water. Walking into the living room, your eyes immediately fell on Steve.

At first you were looking at his face, tired and eyes closed. However, soon your eyes fell lower. Your mouth ran dry. You had never understood the excitement over sweatpants weather. Until now. Resting between his legs was the larg-

-“well sweetheart I came here to see you, so come over here please?”

Pulled as though by attraction alone, you found yourself standing before him before straddling his hips. Your fingers were shaking as you threaded them through his hair, whispering, “I missed you.”

Before you could think, you found your lips slowly working on his neck. A groan escaped him as you continued along his shoulder. Your hands grabbed hold on the back of his biceps before you rocked your hips slightly, experimenting.

Steve’s hands instinctively grabbed at your thighs to try and steady you, to try and slow you. You looked at him, studying the face you knew you loved more than you thought possible. His blue eyes looked at you, silently questioning. It had you thinking of what you wanted. Him. Leaning forward, you whispered softly to him as though scared anyone else might hear something so private, “I’m yours, Steve. And I want you to take what’s yours.”

The two of you stared at one another in silence, your turn to smile at the disbelief on his face. He only snapped out of it when you rocked your hips forward again. His fingers wrapped around your thighs as he stood and picked you up. A shriek of laughter at the unexpected movement escaped you before his lips found yours, your own hands weaving into his hair to eagerly return the gesture.

As Steve backed you into your bedroom door, you let go of his hair to open the handle. Just as you did and broke the kiss Steve asked you, “Seeetheart, are you sure?”

“I am sure, Steve. Just promise you’ll still love me after?” Just as you asked, your door opened and the two of you fell through. His lips were once again on yours, answering your question with a kiss.

You landed on your bed with Steve on top of you. Your legs parted for him immediately to make space and his hand ran along the outside of your thighs, pausing where the stocking gave way to soft lace. He buried his head in your neck at the same time. Possibly to hide his own blush. But then you heard his voice, teasing and affectionate, “Did you wear these for me sweetheart?”

Just as he asked you, he bucked his hips into you. Both of you were still clothed. You suddenly realized there was too much fabric in the way. And yet, the feeling of his cock straining against the fabric of his sweatpants elicited a moan from you. Steve nearly whines as he repeated the action, another lustful sound escaping you, before whispering, “Such pretty stockings for such a pretty girl. Gonna keep them on you, is that alright?”

There was a question. Yet, you weren’t sure what it was as Steve’s free hand caressed your face before kissing you again. The pressure on your lips was bruising but it didn’t matter. You just needed more of him. Your hands found his back, clinging to him as he continued dry humping you.

You were so quick to respond. It didn’t take long for your arousal to spread through your body, soaking your pretty nude panties and leaving a damp spot against his sweatpants. Then, the smell of you reached Steve just as he grunted at the feeling of your arousal wetting his sweatpants. You smelled divine. You felt heavenly. Now? He needed to taste.

Steve’s mouth slowly worked down your neck. You moaned as his tongue grazed over a sensitive spot on your neck that neither of you knew you had, licking along the soft line of your clavicle, before he placed a kiss between your breasts.

It was there that he paused and looked down…wanting to know what you looked like. This dress, as pretty as it was on you, was in his way. A soft smile as he glanced up to you before muttering apologies had you confused until his hands made easy work of the dress, ripping it down the middle. The soft silk pooled around your sides as he let go and his blue eyes roamed over you before huffing, “Sweetheart, I will say it again and again till you believe me. You’re perfect.”

Something shifted in him and he fell onto you, mouth hot and hungry as he explored your body. His wet tongue on the delicate lace cup of your bra as he kept rutting against you. Another moan tumbled from your lips before it turned into a desperate whine, his tongue through the fabric igniting your core.

Steve was running on autopilot now, thinking of everything he had wanted to do for so long, your pretty little sounds driving him on. His hands pulled at the cups so that you spilled out. His mouth closed over your nipple, the direct contact causing you to arch your back…getting closer to him. Cool air hit your damp nipple, causing it to peak. Steve’s mouth fell to the other, his fingers lightly pulling and twisting at the one his mouth abandoned.

That combined with the way his cock grinded against you was sending you somewhere you hadn’t been before. You had cum before but suddenly your own fingers felt so lackluster as they clutched to his back, your nails giving him pleasure in an unexpected way. And then, just when you felt yourself on the precipice, Steve’s hand came between the two of you. His mouth continued sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin and his fingers slipped beneath your underwear, the slickness of your arousal making it far too easy to slip his middle finger inside of you.

Just like that, you called out for him, your cream covering his thick digit as he pulled it from you.

You watched, equally hypnotized and mortified as he pulled back and sucked that finger into his mouth, licking it clean. A soft smile was on his face as he looked down at you, his voice coming out almost strained, “Yeah….perfect.”

It was only then that he looked down at himself, arousal evident, that same teasing affectionate voice from earlier surfacing, “And you thought I could possibly not want you, sweetheart?”

Your eyes were large as you looked at him. Timid at first, never having done this, you hooked your fingers around his waistband before pulling them down. His cock was heavy as it fell free and you were suddenly intimidated by the size of it.

On your hands and knees before him, Steve sitting back on his heels now, you slowly smeared the precum coming from his top down…surprised by just how soft the skin was.

Steve moaned at your slight touch. His head fell back, eyes shut, relishing at the tiniest amount of contact. What he wasn’t expecting was what you did next, sucking on the head of his cock while lazily dragging your hand down. A hiss escaped him before he looked at you. Your ass was in the air as you dragged your tongue around him. It was like you were teasing him with it. Come and get me.

The movement surprised both of you. You, because it felt so good to be stretched just a bit more, and him because it forced you to take about half of him into your mouth. Steve made to pull back but you were so encouraged by the noises he made that you had the opposite idea in mind. Instead, you took more of him into your mouth and Steve cried out, “Fuck!”

It sounded so unlike him, so uncharacteristic. Grunts came from him as your head moved up and down. A growl came from him. And suddenly he was giving you praise that you never expected to hear from him, “You look so pretty like this. Gonna leave that delicious cream on my fingers again, this time with my cock in your mouth, huh?”

“Oh g…Steve!” His words, his fingers, were driving you crazy.

You took him back into your mouth just as you came, the vibrations of your moans causing him to follow behind you. You eagerly sucked down everything he gave you, the taste of him salty on your tongue.

He slowly pulled his fingers from you, again watching him lick them clean. You felt your pussy flutter when he took them away, a whine escaping you that wasn’t missed by him. He helped you lay back down, your legs once again eagerly splayed open for him. A soft smile appeared on his face as he slowly ran the head of his cock along your folds, “I have a confession sweetheart.”

You were confused, “A…confession?”

“I planted a bug underneath your bed one day, a few months back, and I’ve touched myself listening to you whimpering around your fingers, knowing how much better you’d sound with your pretty pussy taking me. Does that bother you?” His confession had you more aroused than anything and you shook your head no while bucking your hips up for friction against his cock.

“After I claim your pretty little pussy, you’re mine in every way. Are you ready for that?”

You felt your pussy weeping with arousal at the anticipation of it. Frantic, you shook your head yes before barely managing to say, “Yes. M’yours.”

Steve shifted and slowly pushed his cock inside of you. You cried out at the stretch before commenting, “S’not gonna fit.”

“Oh it will sweetheart. You’ll be taking all of me soon, and then you’ll feel so good and full.”

His thumb fell on your exposed clit, the stretch he was already inflicting on your pussy giving him easy access. He rocked the first few inches back and forth inside of you while rubbing circles around your sensitive bud. Steve shuddered a bit. Even this bit inside of you felt like heaven. He screwed his eyes shut and muttered, “Gonna cum already sweetheart. Feel so good. Are you…oh god.”

He couldn’t finish asking if you were on birth control before his cum was filling you, his still hard cock pulsing inside of you. Steve bent his head down and took one of your nipples in his mouth, pushing further inside of you. You moaned at the sensation before begging, “Fill me with your cock Steve. I’m ready. I - oh fuck - I need you.”

In one fluid motion he pulled you up as he sat back, impaling you on his cock. You cried out at the sensation before instinctively rocked your hips with a moan, settling skin to skin.

Steve held your face with his hands, checking in, “Is everything alright sweetheart?”

You nodded before commenting, “I never expected something to feel so right.”

“Gonna lay you down now sweetheart so I can see my cock fucking you. I’ve wanted it for too long.”

He kissed you deeply before laying you back down and leaning back. He pulled out of you, his semen from before spilling from you, before he pushed back in and watched a bulge in your lower stomach appear. He slowly rocked before pressing on the area where his cock was moving, causing you to spasm with pleasure. Excited by your response he picked up the pace, “That’s my cock deep inside you sweetheart.”

The words escaped you before you realized but it didn’t matter. Steve had heard you before when he listened in…your pretty little voice begging. He didn’t expect you to feel so comfortable so soon though, “Feel so good buried in me daddy.”

Steven doubled his effort at your revelation, fucking away any doubt that what you said was wrong. At his sudden increase you felt your orgasm hit you. You were calling out for him, skin slicked with sweat, nails scratching along his back. Steve swallowed your cries hungrily as he leaned over to kiss you, his second orgasm rushing over him. He gasped out, “G-gonna cum sweetheart. Gonna fill your pretty little pussy with me.”

“Gonna fill me up till I can’t hold anymore daddy?”

Steve growled out, “Fuck.”

At that, he shot his cum deep inside of you, stilling for a moment with his blue eyes fixated on you, “See? Fucking perfect. And mine.”

As he claimed you with words you felt his cock stir inside of you once again.

“Yours. Only yours, Steve.”

As he drove his hips into you, he hung his head, “I was so eager, I forgot to…eat with enthusiasm .”

Feeling emboldened, you used his moment of uncertainty to flip him to his back…sinking down onto him just the slightest bit more. You looked down at him before rolling your hips, “Plenty of time later, Steve. I’ve waited too long for this.”

The two of you spent the next few hours like this until finally, your pussy was too tired, too bruised.

You lay there in the bed, your leg and arm over him with your head on his chest. All of his cum was slowly leaking from you and down your thighs, though there were also splattered with it from him fucking your breasts too. He traced an imaginary pattern on your back as he whispered, “I love you so much, sweetheart. I’m yours.”

A chill ran down your back for some reason as he added, “And you’re mine.”

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itwasthereaminuteago · 1 year

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|| Stray ||

Gif by @briefcasejuice - full set here

Matt Murdock x gender neutral reader

Tags/warnings: fluff.

He enters through the living room window, careful to avoid knocking over the array of knick-knacks perched on the windowsill. He has a key of course but he just prefers this way. He knew from blocks away that you were deep in sleep, a smile hooking up his lip when he could hear your little snorts and snores.

His body is remarkably free of hurt and bereft of bruising for once, it had been a rare quiet night. He slides both his mask and shirt off, sitting on the edge of your couch to unlace his boots. He strips down to his black silk shorts, moving quietly on his bare feet as he pads into your kitchen to the fridge. He opens it, feeling along the containers on the shelves. Sure enough he finds there's a braille label that reads 'Matt' on one. He takes out the container, placing it on the counter and opening the lid a crack to investigate its contents. Tomato, garlic, basil, olives and oregano fill his nose before he puts it into the microwave for a few minutes to heat it up. You'd always leave some dinner for him if you thought he'd be out late and he loved you for it. Your pasta was the best.

He sits at the table eating straight out of the tub, more famished after patrol than he realised. He'll wash everything up in the morning but he walks around your apartment picking up and folding your hoodie over the back of the couch and tidying away some other detritus, putting his own clothes in a neat pile before heading to the bathroom to quickly wash and brush his teeth. You always left everything where he can easily find it, including a pack of Tylenol just in case.

When he slides into your bed he smiles softly as your arms immediately seek him out, wrapping around him as you snuggle your warmth into his cooler skin to equilibrate. You reply with a small hum when he kisses your forehead gratefully.

"Thanks for dinner sweetie." He whispers, and you mumble something half incoherent about lizards and he has to really stop himself from laughing at you.

Your fingers sleepily find his and he gently squeezes your hand, kissing the top of your head again.

"You're like a stray." He hears you murmuring into his arm.

"Hm?"

"... someone should adopt you." you continue, and he does let himself chuckle at that.

You feebly shove at his chest, waking up a bit. "M'not joking. Come 'n live with me."

Matt strokes his other hand down your arm, breathing in your sleepy scent. It's true that he could get used to this but you were just babbling.

"Shh, go back to sleep."

He can feel the brush of your eyelashes on his skin. "Matt, I wanna wake up every morning with you here like this."

His heart swells with the thought that you'd really want to take him in.

"What's there to talk 'bout? You don't wanna?"

"Let's talk about it in the morning sweetheart." is what he says.

He hears the small measure of hurt in your grizzly voice as you blink open your eyes in the dark. He puts his hand to the side of your face, thumb smoothing over your cheek. Then he captures your lips, slow and soft.

"Yeah I want to." He assures, and you smile and kiss him back.

"Good. S'settled then." And you nuzzle back close against him. "I love you Matty. I'll keep the sill clear."

Okay, his heart was definitely going to burst.

"Love you too, sweetheart. Thank you."

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the-ghost-bird · 1 year

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Unless...

Frank Castle x Reader drabble

Gif by @darlingshane

Summary: She's had enough of him.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, murder, gun play, knife play, injury, blood play (don't do this at home fellas), sadomasochism, honestly a bit of a toxic dynamic, assassin!reader, sub!Frank, Frank being the biggest masochist ever, mentions of masturbation and voyeurism.

A/N: I havent written or posted any work in a long while, but I had the idea for this and I needed to get it out of my system. I'm not gonna edit, just gonna throw this into the world or ill probably never post it. Tagging @saintmurd0ck @castlesnchurches @vandominia @softsapphicsap @chellestrash @chelseasdagger @itwasthereaminuteago

Frank fires before she can, and loses count of how many rounds he put into his target.

He's becoming reckless, that much he knows. With each kill, his anger grows, and he became a little too focused on shredding the man in front of him to keep count of how much ammo was spent.

He watches afterwards, takes in the sight of the blood staining the egyptian carpet in the pristine office. Well, not so pristine anymore.

Once it all feels real, he breathes. Inhales sharply, not realizing he'd been holding his breath. Frank isn't affected by death, at least not this one, but his kill list is getting shorter and he's been having an existential crisis every here and there, avoidant of the fact he'll have to figure out what to do with himself once this quest for revenge is over.

For now, he breathes.

For now, he focuses on dealing with her.

Frank walks towards the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, looks out to see Y/N on the roof of another building, standing besides a sniper rifle, barrel pointed at him. They stare at each other from a distance until she grabs her gear and turns her back.

Frank has some explaining to do, so the dead body is left to rot.

He finds her on the roof of his safehouse. Y/N stands perfectly still in the shadows, still enough to fool him into thinking that maybe, just maybe, she won't be too mad.

"That was my contract." Her voice is cold and professional, the first winds of a tempest.

"I know." Frank's response is as professional as it is stupid. And it just feeds into Y/N's frustration.

"It was ten million dollars, Castle."

"Yeah. And?"

"IT WAS MY FUCKING MONEY, FRANK!"

He should be concerned, should care about how she fucking roared at him loud enough for Murdock to hear. But honestly? Frank can't bring himself to give a fuck.

"You'll survive." He brushes off. Y/N can feel her frustration turn into rage, but she still tries to keep calm and make a point.

"And my fucking reputation?! Don't you think word will get out that the Punisher stole my kill right in front of me like it was nothing?" She tries, but Frank just breathes out a chuckle and crosses his arm, deciding he wants to be funny.

"So? Listen, if you're thinking you can outmatch me and you want everyone in your business to think the same, that's a you problem, and you're damn straight delusional-"

Next thing Frank feels is a bullet in his thigh.

He falls to one knee with a pained cry, draws his firearm at light speed, and pulls the trigger. But no fire comes out.

"You should've counted your bullets, Castle. I did." Y/N shakes her head in mock disappointment and stalks towards him, gun pointed at his head. And now it's his turn to get fucking furious.

"The fuck is wrong with you!? You gonna kill me over a hit?"

"You know better than to get in between me and a contract." She spits harshly, gun under his chin before she orders. "Get that other knee of yours on the ground before I blow it out."

Frank obeys, tries his best to ignore the pain on his thigh, and how it gets worse with pressure and weight onto it.

"Thaaat's it, baby." Y/N praises before her tone turns condescending. "You look so pretty in that position, you know that?"

Frank heaves, vibrating with anger. For a second, he tries reaching for the blade on his side, but Y/N raises her gun to his forehead.

"Keep moving and I'll unload the entire mag in you, and I know exactly how many bullets I've got left."

Frank let's out a shaky breath, knowing he fucked up but too stubborn to fully admit it to himself. Y/N looks at him for a long couple of seconds, and she can see him making mental calculations, trying to figure out how he's supposed to get out of this.

"What? You don't trust me, sweetie?"

He doesn't bother with an answer, and they keep up the unbreakable eye contact before Y/N speaks up again.

"You know Castle, I was 15 when my mother got me private medical lessons." She starts and, despite the pulsing pain, Frank is curious as to where in the fuck this conversion is going. Y/N rarely ever mentions any detail of herself, so suddenly he's very interested in whatever she has to say. "I already knew how to patch myself up so I was confused as to why she would hire a whole team of doctors to give me in depth lessons of the human body. I just didn't know how it would be... useful... for the family business." Y/N reminisces, before asking "Have I told you doctors make the best torturers?"

Both of them know the answer to that question, and Frank knows that underneath this ramble, Y/N is trying to control her emotions, so he indulges her with an answer.

"No. You haven't told me that."

"I should've figured it out sooner, but I only really found out when she brought me on a mission to extract intel. She made it clear: greatest amount of pain while keeping the target alive for the longest time possible." Y/N finishes with a deep breath before shaking her head slightly as if trying to shake away memories. She then caresses the scar on his cheek with her thumb, taking the time to look at him before hushing softly. "I could never hurt you, Frankie. Not in a way that matters."

That's when Frank understands what she's trying to say. That while she has an inhumanly accurate aim, the bullet she shot didn't go low enough on his thigh to damage his knee or high enough to hit his artery.

She hurt him, but she didn't incapacitate him.

She wouldn't kill him.

"Unless..." Y/N sings as she clicks off the safety on the gun and wraps her hand around his throat. "Unless the big bad punisher lets his ego get out of control again and thinks he can steal another one of my contracts. Is that going to happen, Castle?"

He sneers at her, anger clouding his vision again and making Frank reluctant to answer. But she knows he'll talk, and he'll talk real nice.

"...no." He mumbles. Y/N's not satisfied though, so she presses the gun hard against his temple, raising her voice to that soldier-like tone Frank used to hear in the marines.

"No what ?!"

"I won't get in your way. I won't-" He rasps, finally yielding before crumbling at the fury in her eyes. "I- I'm... m'sorry."

And that simple word makes her open the widest of grins, expression turning euphoric and leaning on unhinged, like it's what she needed all along. Frank knows how much she loves his apologies, even if she doesn't accept them.

Y/N doesn't hesitate to press a harsh kiss onto his split lip. Frank knows she can hear the whine he tries to suppress, that she can taste the blood on his tongue. She leaves him breathless, only parting to bring her lips close by his ear.

"I saw it." She whispers. "That night after I opened up your pretty cheek. I saw you."

Frank's eyes widen, and with a shudder, every bit of residual anger leaves his body.

Frank remembers when they met up a couple of months ago, remembers how pent up he was after their fight, remembers being hard while he stitched the cut on his cheek, and how he came in the shower afterwards, pleading her name and thinking of all the other ways she could hurt him.

And she saw.

He doesn't know how but she saw him.

"How about I leave you with a warning and a gift, huh?" Y/N proposes sweetly, pulling out the knife from Frank's side.

Later on, he'll pretend like he didn't nod so eagerly.

Y/N uses the knife to slice open the unscarred cheek. She takes in Frank's reaction, from his gorgeous whimper to the way his eyes are blown, and then focuses on how beautiful he is when he's bleeding.

Before Frank can register, her tongue is on his face, licking from his jaw up to the cut on his cheek, lapping up the blood before she comments with a smile.

"Now they match."

#no beta we die like men #jon bernthal #the punisher #frank castle fic #frank castle imagine #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #frank castle x female! reader #frank castle x original female character #frank castle #frank castle x ofc #frank castle x female reader #frank castle x y/n #punisher fic #punisher x you #punisher x reader #punisher

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saintmurd0ck · 1 year

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Oh, Rhi. When I saw this, I knew I had to send in a request 😆❤️

And because I'm in such a fluffy mood, could I pretty please have some major fluff with Frank Castle? Maybe a love confession? 🙈

Feel free to ignore, I'm just a fluffball today and Frank needs some love 😍

death and taxes

frank masterlist | sleepover masterlist

awwww lily i am in a mortifyingly fluffy mood and simultaneously yearning for the man that is frank castle... so please rejoice in these thoughts with me. please note the photo is a little misleading cause this thing be angsty (a little) BUT ANYWAY i hope you like it!

frank doesn't know why it's taken him this long to say it.

he thinks it's partially denial, but like many aspects of his life, there's a thin layer of silt that's settled over this feeling, that causes it to numb, despite the heart loudly pounding in his ribcage in earnest. for you.

he glances at the alarm clock on the bedside table, wincing at the time. it's 4.24 in the morning. he looses a heavy sigh before turning back onto his side, staring intently at the steady rise and fall of your chest, at the blissful expression painted on your face.

the sun is far from rising, moonlight barely drifting past the curtains, but there's an ethereal glow about you. there's a dull ache that spreads in frank's chest, symbiote-like as it snakes outwards, reaching into every shadow-filled nook and cranny within.

it pains him--loving you pains him. it's a sweet kind of agony, one that pairs fitful sleep and tormenting nightmares with the goodness of your soul, the understanding and kindness that seep from your actions into the centre of frank's transgressions. after all, you're the only person left in his life that sees him for who he truly is.

there are days when he is weary, when his self-loathing echoes above your adoration, when he questions all of what he deserves. he doesn't know if today will be one of those days, where the roaring in his head dulls every other sense about him.

but he knows it's time. it's long overdue.

and he knows he's got a shot with you. it's a chance of redemption, even if the odds are slim.

frank grits his jaw as the phantom pain spreads, catching stiffly in his joints, in his breathing. this is real, he reminds himself. it's not a nightmare. he moves closer to you, pressing a gentle kiss to your spine, inhaling the scent that's become home to him.

as it does every once in a while, the voice of mario castiglione blossoms in his memory. frank's father. his lilting sicilian accent rings clear. 'when you meet the one, you'll know. you'll know, because the love will be as real as the two things in life that are certain.' frank can still see the two fingers his dad would hold up. 'death, and taxes.'

death and taxes, indeed.

frank chuckles softly, supplementing his father's memory with a new one of his own. "wanted to wait until you were awake to say this, but if i don't do it now, i'll lose my nerve."

he pauses as you stir, mumbling his name, resuming only when he's certain you're fast asleep. "shoulda said it the first time i laid eyes on you, sweetheart. but here we are."

he nudges himself once more. as real as death and taxes.

"i love you. i sure as hell don't deserve you, but you're here, huh? hell, i'll spend every goddamn day makin' it up to you... to, i dunno, prove myself."

the confession is freeing, easing the weight on his shoulders, one word at a time. frank can't remember the last time he's spoken to anyone with this sort of grace, or vulnerability. it's liberating, and he feels it--mind, body and soul.

"i love you," he whispers, scooping you into his arms, holding your bodies as close as he can muster. as if the dam has broken, it comes tumbling out; a mantra, a tangible prayer. "i love you, sweetheart."

'i love you i love you i love you,' his spirit sings.

tags {x} @marvelswh0re @murdock-and-the-sea @itwasthereaminuteago @devils-dares @mattmurdocksscars @castlesnchurches @mindidjarin @pedrito-friskito @sweetieswiftie @honeyedheartss

tagging some of my frank besties cause i'm so fucking proud of this one

#frank castle #the punisher #frank castle x reader #the punisher x reader #frank castle fluff #the punisher fluff #the punisher angst #frank castle angst #frank castle fanfic #the punisher fanfic #saintmurd0ck director's cut #rhi's mutuals 💗#rhi writes 💻

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marvelgaynesstothemax · 9 months

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So, I’ve started writing a fratt fanfic again…

This one I’m planning on making several chapters. It’s loosely based off of the Black Mirror episode “Men Against Fire”. You don’t have to of watched Black Mirror to understand the fanfic or anything, but it definitely has the same overall vibe and plot.

I’m not sure if I’m gonna put this on Ao3, I’m thinking that I’ll test it out on here to see what people think before outsourcing it more.

I don’t know how many chapters this is gonna be just yet, i have a sort of loose idea of where I wanna go with this and I’m still kinda laying out the groundwork… The first chapter is only 1388 words long but if all goes well I’m planning on making future chapters at least 3000.

I’ll put a small teaser in here and you guys lemme know if this looks like something you might be interested in reading:

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Noise floods Frank’s ear canals, a rapid crescendo of rhythm rushing like wind building in his head. It’s so loud, so fast that his beating pulse throbs and adds its own drumming to the prominent music.

Lines of bright light cut through the darkness, searing his eyes as the crowd in his head persists it’s racket. Slowly, gradually, the lines expand, the light encompassing his entire view. A blink of darkness, then back to the beaming of the outer world.

A barely audible hiss just barely reaches his ears, his lips chapped and dry beyond relief. He swipes his tongue out, feeling the flaking dead skin spread slightly under his cottony tongue. Blinking again, Frank becomes aware of the sheets draped over his body, a plush mattress cushioning his weight. He almost feels cradled by the softness of it, his joints heavy as he clenches his fingers a couple times. He’s stiff all over, his muscles shaky as he raises an arm up under the blanket to push it away. The air isn’t that much different when he brushes off the thin sheet, his skin actually appreciating the fresh air as it graces his features.

Where the fuck is he?

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I’m just gonna tag some people who gave me feedback on the last fanfic and other known writers in case this doesn’t reach enough people. I hope y’all don’t mind..? <3

@v4leoftears @sunflowersandsapphires @skelefrick @lady-of-dare @castlesnchurches @adevotedreader @thoughts-of-a-scoundrel

Also you can find all of my fanfic work under the tag fratt fic, in case y’all wanna take a look at my previous work. And if anybody wants a to be on a tag list if this fanfic does end up being posted let me know so I can tag you!

#let me know what y’all think #frank castle #punisher #daredevil #frankmatt #matt murdock #fratt fic #fratt #mine #fanfic help #fanfiction #new author #text post #gayshipsareyayships #frank castle x matt murdock

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honeyedheartss · 10 months

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frank on da phone blurb

I have GOT to be grinding on his lap when he gets very important phone call that he can't miss and tells me to be quiet so OBVIOUSLY I'm very quiet but doing everything in my power to make him snap. undoing his belt and sliding my hand into his boxers to watch his jaw clench as he tries to focus on the phone call. whispering under my breath about how good he'd feel inside me until he snaps and hangs up

@castlesnchurches

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle smut #leo’s bookshelf

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chellestrash · 9 months

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5, 26, 34 :D

hi baaaabes! thanks for helping me get through work PFFF

5. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

i don’t! but I have like 6 pillows I sleep with…wait 7 because I have a pregnancy pillow…

26. What are some seemingly childish things you like?

ummmm okay i this is like a seemingly childish thing for people like my parents? But I’d say video games? And also like collecting animal figurines? PFF

34. What is your favorite flower?

Lavendeeeer I love everything lavender scented I love everything lavender!

asks

#help me not die at work #michelle answers #asks #castlesnchurches

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theradioactivespidergwen · 6 months

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10 Characters • 10 Fandoms • 10 Tags

Thank you so much for the tag @bellaxgiornata !!!!

These are in no particular order and I am about to absolutely GUSH about my little meow meows (some of them committed crimes so the fuck what) so, putting this under a cut.

1: Elektra Natchios

Alright, so I know most of the Daredevil fandom doesn't see eye to eye with me on this one, but HEAR ME OUT. Until I started reading the comics, I too thought she was just Matt's mean ex girlfriend that came to town to wreck shop, but she is so much more than that. She's an orphan. She's not seen as a human being, but a weapon. All she knows is to kill or be killed. She's a survivor, and she's incredibly self aware. One of my favorite arcs is when she becomes Daredevil in the Zdarsky run and she takes another orphan under her wing as a sort of apprentice, but the girl ends up running away, and Elektra thinks "maybe it's better this way because I'm poison". I didn't think I could cry at comic books, but Elektra just makes me feel all the feelings. Also, Elodie Yung is MY Elektra. I don't even recognize Jennifer Garner as Elektra.

2: Matt Murdock

My DARLING disaster Catholic lawyer vigilante. Oh, he's got a savior complex deeper than the Mariana Trench, but I just wanna cuddle him and stitch up his wounds and tell him it's gonna be okay.

3: Shiv Roy

SHIV DID NOTHING WRONG. She was never going to be given a seat at the table so she had to take it by force. She's just trying to play the game in the world her daddy created. Yeah she's a tough boss bitch on the outside, but she is deeply flawed and she feels just as deeply. I SOBBED at the scene when she reverted back to being a scared little girl when talking on the phone to her dying father. Give Sarah Snook all the Emmys.

4: Gwen Stacy

My blog handle isn't "theradioactivespidergwen" for nothing. Honestly, the Earth-65 Spider Gwen comics are my favorite. I love Gwen so much. She's a drummer, she's a superhero, she's a daddy's girl, she's deeply misunderstood, she's EVERYTHING. I could honestly talk about my dear "Gwenzelle" all day, but I shall refrain.

5: Kate Bishop

Y'all should have heard the SCREAM I scrumpt when I heard that they were bringing my girl Kate into the Hawkeye series! The Avengers' best annoying little sister. I hope to see more of her and I hope that she takes up the Hawkeye mantle from Clint in the MCU.

6: Amy Santiago

Yeah, ACAB and all that, but I have never been so seen in my life in a character. Just, the awkward nerdiness, the need to prove herself to the boys, and the absolute mega type A personality. I like to think I'm Rosa Diaz, but I'm actually Amy Santiago.

7: April Ludgate

"I only like dogs and sleeping late."

Same girl, SAME.

8: Tina Belcher

How can you not love Tina?! I will not hear any Tina slander, NONE.

9: Frank Castle

Another disaster vigilante. He's driven by revenge, but he's still got a soft side. He's a protector at heart, and he loves animals.

10: Lestat de Lioncourt

So, I fell in love with the 1994 movie adaptation, and I attempted to read the books at one point, but life happened. I recently finished the IWTV series on AMC, and Sam Reid's take is just SUPERB. I love that this version delved into the hurt he's endured over his long lifetime, and that there is a reason for his madness. There usually is, but this is nice to see.

No pressure tags and apologies if you have been tagged already: @acrossthesestars @withahappyrefrain @moongirldreamer @spiderispunk @virginiaisforvampires @chvoswxtch @castlesnchurches @peterman-spideyparker @magpie-to-the-morning

#we're really doing character assasination this early huh

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chelseasdagger · 4 months

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thank you tagging me @itwasthereaminuteago and @bernthalslut !! i love y’all!

challenge -> you’re starring in a movie with the last person you saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title.

i’ll take hopper shirtless ANYTIME so i’m glad that worked out CJSKDKS

no pressure tags: @chellestrash @xxdrixx @arctvrvs @httpwintersoldier @musicals-and-mermaids @castle-of-ruin @castlesnchurches

#tag game #sorry if those who i tagged have already done it!

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tempestuous-lush · 1 year

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daddy, please. || f!reader x dark!Bucky

summary: You're a good girl. Dating Steve Rogers. In school pursuing a degree. You're a good girl. With a secret. You're a good girl who runs a cam show and when you meet Steve's friends you realize your best customer is also his best friend.

Bucky shows up at your apartment after your initial run in, intent on showing you just who it is you belong to.

warnings: daddy kink, breeding kink, multiple creampies, shibari, demeaning sex, choking, size kink, cunnilingus, hint of knife play, cheating on Steve, dominant/submissive, belt punishment, and dark!Bucky. Please let me know what I missed.

There is definitely some plot forming. I tried to give hints at why Bucky is having some...difficulties, adjusting.

Also, not proof read.

misc: Also, sorry for the wait. Along with personal stuff I KEPT re-writing and then had to cut it down some to make it flow better. Thanks for waiting everyone.

tags: @sweetieswiftie @ambassadortotrilliusprime @castlesnchurches @cjand10

word count: 2,891 k

[part one][part two]

Your body betrayed you, giving away just how needy you were as Bucky disappeared from the room.

He had knocked on your door.

You had thought it was someone else. Specifically, you thought it was the food you had ordered. When you opened the door you immediately tried to shut it but Bucky’s vibranium hand blocked the door from shutting. A slightly threatening tone to his voice as he teasingly called out, “Doll…you’ve been avoiding me since the restaurant.”

There was a panic welling up inside you for some reason you couldn’t quite tell and you bolted away and into your bedroom.

Just as you closed one door, you heard the slam of your front door and Bucky calling out to you in a sing-song voice, “Trying to hurt daddy’s feelings, doll.”

You could hear the hardwood floors creaking as he walked through your living room.

“Why don’t you come on out doll? Got you a little surprise, you know.”

You heard something thud as he dropped it to the ground before he came to stand right on the other side of your bedroom door. Your breath caught in your throat. A little hum escaped Bucky as he spoke softly, “I know you’ve thought about it. Probably late at night, lying next to Steve as he sleeps. I bet you touch that pretty little pussy till you’re panting, unable to finish because you need more. Need your daddy.”

He was right. He was absolutely right. You had one hand against the door, bracing it, even as your other slowly pawed at your breast.

Bucky was listening for a sign of some sort when he heard it, the smallest whimper from you. He tsked, “Poor little greedy doll. Why don’t you come out here and let daddy give you your fill?”

You unlocked the door and Bucky stepped back.

As it opened, you stood there looking down at the ground with a silk slip on your figure. Bucky huffed before commanding in a firm voice, “Look at me.”

Slowly raising your eyes to meet his, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him. Those deep blue eyes were shrouded in lust as he looked at you…drank you in.

You were desperate for something to shift in the room and you bit your lower lip, not noticing the way Bucky’s nostrils flared slightly, before asking, “You said you had something for me, daddy?”

“It depends, doll. You ready to be daddy’s good little whore?”

Your arousal spiked at those words and your thighs rubbed together even as you looked at him, “Yes daddy.”

“Kneel.”

You did, without hesitation. A yelp escaped you as his vibranium hand grabbed hold of the delicate fabric of your nightie before ripping it clean off. He bent down to reach behind you to tie your hands together with your ripped clothes.

Greedy for him, you mouthed his bulge through the fabric of his clothes and he slapped your ass hard and fast. The sting outweighed the pleasure and so you immediately ceased.

Bucky stepped back and looked down at you as he unzipped his pants and freed his hard cock.

Stepping back to you, his flesh hand grabbed your face and squeezed even as he commanded you, “Open your mouth for daddy like the little whore you are.”

Your breathing picked up as you did just that, opening as wide as you could just for Bucky to spit in your mouth. A gasp escaped you but was immediately muffled by his cock thrusting into your mouth. Bucky’s hand threaded into your hair and fingers clenched to pull deliciously at your scalp. The sounds that escaped his mouth as he thrust to the back of your throat had you moaning around him, the fact that you were capable of giving him such pleasure with so little giving you a sense of power. As he held you there, his cock buried in your mouth, he gave you praise, “Shame I couldn’t use this perfect mouth the last time, doll. Had to be quick, but don’t worry”- he let off as you started gagging around him, pulling back to let you breath before burying himself once more -“we have all the time now.”

Bucky pulled back again, leaving your gasping for air. You were left on the ground. Bucky smiled down at you before lightly stroking your chin, “Let me go get what I bought you, yeah?”

He disappeared from sight as he went to your front door.

That was how you ended up in your current predicament. You were completely naked, on your knees, your proof of your arousal on your inner thighs and how flushed your skin was. You didn’t understand how he could make you like this so swiftly. But all you knew was that you needed him. He came back around the corner, not having bothered to try and zip up his pants. He flashed a smile of amusement at you, seeing the way you licked your lips at the sight, “I have much better plans in mind than using that mouth of yours, doll. Though, it is…awfully tempting.”

He reached into a bag and you squirmed when you saw what was on your floor. Bundled hemp rope. There was enjoyment in his voice, “That little squirm, right there. I saw it once on camera and I’ve been fantasizing about tying you up since, doll. Say yes. Say yes for daddy and you’ll see stars.”

A shiver ran up your spine as you answered, looking up at him from beneath your lashes, “Yes, daddy.”

Within twenty minutes he had you exactly how he wanted you. He had started by dragging the rope along your skin before dragging you by the hair to your dining table, before using the knife he had sheathed on his thigh against his jeans to cut your hands free, “Let me give you a harness first, doll.”

It took him very little time to tie a diamond patterned harness along your chest. The rope felt foreign, but there was a slight bite to it that had you excited. You also couldn’t miss the way it brought your breasts to focus. Bucky palmed one of them, eliciting a whimper from you, before he gave his next command, “On the table for daddy. And on your back, doll.”

You gasped as he tied your wrists in expert knots before pulling the rope taught and tying them to the legs of the table. Curious, you played with the rope and realized you enjoyed the way it bit into you as you pulled. Bucky noticed and smiled a bit as he spread your legs before stepping back to slide his belt off, looping it in his hand as he commented, “Keep your legs spread for me, doll.”

He dragged his belt along your thighs and told you in a tone that demanded your attention, “If it gets too much, doll, say red. And I stop immediately.”

You nodded, biting your lip before finding your voice, “Yes, daddy.”

“Good. Now tell me doll, how many times have you touched yourself thinking of those few minutes between us last time? Specifically when Steve is sleeping next to you.”

You stumbled, trying to recall. The leather of his belt snapped down on one of your nipples. You let out a cry and bucked your hips upwards. Your legs closed instantly as he growled at you, “How many times, whore? Tell me. And keep your legs spread or I will tie those down, too.”

To drive his point home on your legs, he snapped his belt against the outside of your legs three quick times before you managed to pry them open. Bucky’s fingers invaded you as he sank his middle and ring finger into you, groaning at how wet you were around him. He looked at your face before pumping his fingers lazily, eliciting moans from you, “Getting so wet from daddy treating you like the whore you are?”

A gasp of frustration left you as he took his fingers away, your protesting dying in your throat as you watched him lick both of his fingers clean. His blue eyes never wavered from you and the sounds he made had you eager for whatever he had coming. You pressed your legs together, desperate for relief, and Bucky laughed a deep, almost menacing laugh. He bent down and picked up more rope, “Alright then, you needy little whore. Time to tie you up completely.”

“Daddy, please…” you weren’t sure what you were begging for, but you had no shame.

As Bucky secured your left leg to the table, making sure your ass hung slightly off the edge of the table, he gave a painful slap against your right cheek. A cry escaped you as he tied down your right leg. You were rendered immobile and Bucky laid his hand on your thigh, “So, how many times doll? How many times can you count that you touched yourself while Steve was asleep, thinking of me?”

You caved, feeling shame, “Eight.”

“Eight? Oh doll, it's only been five days. Can’t get daddy out of your thoughts?”

“No.” You were defeated.

“I’d say that requires a punishment, no?” Bucky rested the loop of his belt against your already sensitized clit. Your eyes grew large and Bucky smiled down at your realization, “That’s right. Eight times requires eight licks of my belt. And you’re going to count. I’d ask if you were ready, but doll your pussy is already soaking the leather of my belt. So let’s start.”

That was all the warning you got before he brought his belt down. The pain gave way to pleasure almost immediately and you weren’t altogether certain you couldn’t cum like this. You counted down, savoring each delicious snap of leather against you until you got to eight, crying out.You were quivering as you came in a way you didn’t think was possible. Bucky realized what just happened and a wicked sounding chuckle just escaped, “Did you just cum to my belt, doll?”

You whimpered once again, “Yes, daddy.”

“Tell me you don’t feel this between us, down to how responsive your body is to my touch. You were made for me, doll. Besides, I already know, that perfect pussy fits my cock perfectly.”

Listening to Bucky’s words had you panting, desperate for him to take you and fill you. But no. You realized you wouldn’t get that just yet though as he walked away and you heard a door open. Your bedroom door? You couldn’t be sure, but it seemed so. He walked back in the room only moments later with your wand vibrator in his hand. He smirked, “You always seemed to respond well to this toy doll. Curious to see if a whore like you can handle it when you don’t have control.”

Without any further words he turned it on to a medium setting and pressed it to your spread pussy, clit overly exposed. Your back immediately went to arch as pleasure shot through your body, begging cries falling from your lips though you weren’t sure what you were begging for, “Please, daddy! Please. Ja-James please!”

“Only since you said please.”

And with that, keeping the vibrator on your clit, Bucky thrust inside of you. A moan like nothing before came out of you before Bucky clamped his hand down on your mouth, “Quiet, my little whore, or you’ll make your neighbors think the worst.”

“Oh fuck, doll.” He thrust into you again before pulling back, “Burying my cock in you is the closest to heaven I’ll ever get. Trakhni menya.”

The sounds that followed next were sinful. All that could be heard were your muffled moans, Bucky grunting with each thrust, the sound of his cock slamming into you, and the vibrator purring against your clit. Every jolt of pleasure had you pulling against your ropes. The sensation only added to how exquisite you felt. When Bucky pulled his hand back, a near growl escaped him at the sounds you made.

He slapped one of your nipples as he encouraged you, “That’s it shlyukha. Can see my cock deep inside of you, claiming what’s mine.”

That was your undoing: his words mixed with the feel of him inside you with the vibrator still pressed firmly against you, unable to move away and forced to simply take it. A scream erupted from you, born of pure pleasure, and Bucky pulled back to see you cum. He turned the vibrator off and applied the flesh of his hand to your folds, rubbing as you made a mess with your juices.

As soon as you ceased, Bucky’s mouth fell on you in a frenzy. A moan came from him as soon as his tongue fell on you, lapping at the mess you made. You were still dazed from what happened and so sensitive that you cried out again as he sucked on the oversensitive, tender bundle of nerves. Even as he did, he was eager to draw another orgasm from you and slipped one of his vibranium fingers inside of you. As he did you shuddered, “Daddy…please, it- s’too much.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he changed his ministrations, coaxing another orgasm from you before he stood up and tapped the weight of his cock against your pussy, “I had to take a taste of you doll, before I filled you to the brim with my cum.”

You pulled at the ropes again as he drove into you, desperate to touch him.

You weren’t sure why but you hungered for the feel of him beneath your hands.

A plea escaped you, “Bucky, please…please, finish inside of me. Fill me.”

“There she is, my beautiful doll. Daddy’s whore.” His hips began to move at a sporadic pace. His knife came out and he swiftly cut your binds holding your right leg and folded it over to make you that much tighter. You could feel him that much more. And just like that, as Bucky’s cum shot deep inside of you, you came around him, walls greedily clenching to take as much of him as you could, pulling him deeper.

Bucky waited till your pussy stopped spasming around his cock before pulling away and spreading your legs once again to take in the sight of his cum leaking from you, kissing your calf that he rested on his shoulder before whispering, “Magnificent.”

A blush erupted along your chest before your lips parted in the shape of an o as he prodded your folds with his still hard cock, “Think you can take more for me, my little shlyukha?”

You bit your lip before nodding yes. You couldn’t help it, how desperate you were to please him. Bucky sank back into you, leaving your leg resting on his shoulder. You were cockdumb, fucked out of your mind. Bucky brought you back to attention by slapping your breasts three times each. The blood had collected in them with the way he tied the harness, making them far more sensitive. You barely strung your words together, “M…s’okay. I c”

Your body shuddered with more pleasure before you could finish, -”can ta…take it daddy.”

Bucky asked you, curious, “Take what, my little shlyukha?”

“All of it”- your eyes rolled to the back before slowly coming back to focus on him, his dark blue eyes giving you something to fixate upon -”all of you.”

At that, a string of curses escaped Bucky as he bottomed out inside of you, cumming again. The warmth of him was comforting. It gave you a sense of fullness even after he pulled out from you. He took his knife out once more and dragged it along your skin before cutting away the ropes that created the harness, and then the remaining leg, and then your wrists. Softly, he commanded you, “Stay. Please. I’d…I’d like to take care of you, now. If that’s alright.”

You breathed softly as you regained your senses, “Yes, I’d…I’d like that.”

Slowly he stripped down to match your nudity, and your eyes lingered on the angry scars around his vibranium prosthetic. Steve had told you about it, certainly, but you didn’t expect the damage to still seem so recent. You sat up, despite his wishes, and slowly leaned forward to kiss the scarred tissue.

Bucky pulled at your hair, yanking your head back before you had the chance, and you cried out at the unexpected pain, “You didn’t listen, you fucking whore.”

He led you by your hair, pulling at the very roots, until he slammed you against the wall nearest your bedroom and thrust into you roughly. You cried out and he kept saying the same thing over and over, “I am in control. I am in control. I am in control you fucking shlyukha.”

His flesh hand wrapped around your throat and began to squeeze, breathing coming with difficulty. A gasp escaped you and you slowly lost consciousness just as Bucky finished inside of you again. And just like that, he scooped you up and unceremoniously tossed you on your bed still dripping with his cum. He let out an anguished scream, fist leaving a hole in your wall and tears threatening, before quickly getting dressed and leaving.

At least he had the decency to lock your door for you.

#bucky x you #steve rogers x you #dark!bucky x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfic #no y/n

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