#dom!zemo

[sebstan2020]

Who's in control now

Chapter 3

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Helmut Zemo

Summary: Bucky get’s back at Zemo for what he did to him in Madripoor

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Bondage, CBT, Cock slapping, Master/Slave, Name Calling, Face Slapping, Corporal Punishment, Riding Crop, Suspension, Sadism/Masochism, Blowjob, Orgasm Denial, Dom Bucky, Sub Zemo

Zemo couldn't stop thinking about Bucky all night. He was humiliated with himself that he enjoyed every moment of last night with James, dominating him, forcing him to suck his cock, treating him like a piece of shit, and he wanted more, so much more from Bucky. He knew Bucky had it in him to go full-on sadistic with him, but he was just waiting on him to accept that. All his teasing would soon send Bucky into a frenzy of dominating Zemo, and he secretly couldn't wait for it. 

That morning, Zemo lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling as he went over the events of last night. Bucky was reaking havoc on his cock, sending all sorts of pain up his body, grabbing, kicking, and punching every piece of him, and Zemo moaned at the thought of it. He wanted more, he needed more, and he had to have more. Bucky was his master, and that was a fact. No more manipulation from Zemo; no more control with the use of the trigger words or Zemo's sick games; Bucky was in full control here. 

Zemo closed his eyes and imagined Bucky on top of him, throwing insults and dirty names at him, calling him a slut, a whore, kicking his balls, and choking him with his metal arm. As these dirty thoughts clouded his mind, his hand started to slip down his pants, grabbing his hard cock, and he began to stroke himself to the fantasy in his head. The rope from yesterday was still there, and it only made the situation even more erotic. his cock and balls tied with rope from Bucky, a simple chastity device. 

He was lost in his fantasy, the rest of the world a silent blur as he moaned softly to himself. Tingles ran up his body as he grew closer to orgasm, his toes curling and his head pushing back into the pillow as his body went rigid. He was so close and only needed a few more storks to reach that intense orgasm he had been craving all night. The rope tugged on his cock, pulling a few of the hairs around the base, and he shivered as his orgasm was so close. Just a couple more strokes, and...

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" A harsh voice broke her back from his hot, cock-tingling fantasy, and a hand gripped his short hair, yanking his body off the bed and onto the floor. Zemo's body fell like a sack of pototoes, and he groaned as the hardwood floor was a hard knock on his system. Bucky had so much strength he could easily pick Zemo up with one hand, and as he looked up with flushed cheeks, Bucky stared down with a brow raised and fingers curling beside him. 

"What does it look like?" He teased, but instantly earned a metal hand to his neck, shoving him against the wall. Zemo gasped for air but began to chuckle evilly with a sick grin. 

"Careful, James; we wouldn't want Sam to hear you," he whispered, and Bucky smirked. 

"No, we wouldn't; good thing he's not here," he whispered back, as if Sam were only in the room next to them. Of course Bucky wouldn't be so stupid as to make an obvious scene with Sam only a few feet away, and Zemo groaned as Bucky pressed his hand tighter around his neck, already leaving finger marks. that was going to be hard to cover up. 

"I thought I said no touching yourself; you've just earned yourself a punishment," Bucky warned.

"And what will that entail, Master?" He teased, and Bucky growled, throwing Zemo to the floor, who groaned through gritted teeth. If only he had some of that super soldier serum to make him feel no pain. 

"This," and with that, Bucky firmly kicked Zemo between the legs, his boot making contact with his semi-hard cock. Zemo howled at the top of his lungs and clutched his crotch. That was the worst pain he ever felt. Bucky smirked as Zemo wriled around on the floor, screaming like a little girl. 

"Now, when I give you an order, are we going to follow it?" Bucky teased back, and Zemo nodded. 

"Yes, sir," he winced, and Bucky chuckled. 

"Good boy, now get up; the plane leaves in three hours, so we don't have long," Bucky grinned.

Zemo moaned as Bucky tied the last knot tightly, delibertly making it tighter than it needed to be just to hurt Zemo. the ropes cut into his flesh like knives, and Zemo enjoyed it. His cock was hardening by the second, and he felt the flush of his cheeks as Bucky tutted at him.

"God, you are shut a slut, getting horny over a little bondage," Bucky teased, reaching for his rock-hard cock, and he squeezed tightly. Zemo instantly groaned at his hand touching him and pulled on the restraints. He was tied to the bed, leaning over the side of the bed with his arms tied outward to each end. His legs were tied apart as well to each leg of the bed, keeping his thighs wide and apart for Bucky's access. rope wound its way around his body, over his chest, up to his neck, and around his ass. 

He was stuck in place and wasn't going anywhere. Samand wouldn't be back for another hour, as he had left to get supplies, so Bucky and Zemo had enough time. Bucky chuckled as he ran his hand over Zemo's bare back before dragging it down his ass and across his balls. He pulled back and slapped them hard, earning a hard yell from Zemo and a hiss through his teeth. 

Bucky chuckled evilly and gave his balls a sweet rub before using the toe of his boot to kick them hard. Today was all about pain, and if Zemo thought he was going to get any pleasure, he was completely wrong. Zemo hissed and yanked on the ropes as Bucky reeked havoc on his cock and balls, slapping, hitting, kicking, and busting. The pain was indescribable, and yet his cock was dripping with cumin. 

"Tell me how much you're enjoying this torture, Zemo," Bucky ordered as he yanked on the end of his cock, tugging hard, and Zemo gasped, lifting his head up with wide, glassy eyes. 

"I like it," he whispered, and Bucky's cold metal hand grabbed his neck.

"No, you know what I want to hear," he whispered harshly, and Zemo swallowed. 

"Yes, sir, I love you torturing my cock," he breathed, and Bucky grinned, biting the top of Zemo's ear before giving him a harsh slap on his bulging balls. The rope was cutting into his cock and turning his balls blue. 

And yet Zemo wanted more; he wanted everything. humiliation and degregation, and he knew how to get those. 

"That's it, James; give me some more; you do torture well; you've got lots of training on that, haven't you?" He teased, and Bucky grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. 

"Shut your fucking mouth or I'll yank your balls off," he threatened, and Zemo grinned. 

"Don't you like my voice, James?" He answered back, and Bucky kicked him hard, the hardest he had. Zemo yelped and keeled over on the bed as his cock and balls tingled with pain. 

"Just for that, I'm going to make sure you don't come for a month, and if you want to fucking touch your own cock, you better start listening." another swift kick to his balls, and Zemo was nodding and begging for mercy. 

"Yes, sir, I understand," he breathed. 

"Good boy," a humiliating pat to his head like a dog was followed by the praise, and Bucky turned, walking to the side of the bedroom, and picked up a slab of thin wood, the perfect item to be used as a paddle. Bucky smacked the piece of wood into his palm, sounding it to Zemo, who hitched his breath up. 

"Now, let's get this ass a little bit redder." Bucky annouced and placed the end of the makeshift paddle to his bare ass. He lightly tapped the skin, teasing Zemo, before pulling back and smacking it on his ass. Zemo screamed, yanking on the rope, his face turning bright red. The pain was excruciating, and with the tight bondage, Zemo had no where to go. Bucky pulled it back again and smacked the other cheek. No sooner did red marks appear on his ass, leaving distinct marks from the paddle, and bruises began to form, welts bringing blood to the skin.

He was going to be sore for the next month, and yet his cock was still dripping. A puddle of cumin had formed beneath him. a sticky, gooey puddle of his own sperm, and his cock was tingling. He desperately wanted to come; he needed to come to get rid of this tension and tease. But Bucky wasn't going to let him, not for at least a month. 

smack upon smack upon smack. Bucky went full ham on his ass, which turned as red as Captain America's shield. There was no feeling in his ass now, just numbness from the harsh paddle. A few drops of blood had come to the surface and dripped down to his thighs. Zemo was breathing heavily, his fingers flexing and his toes curling. Sweat dripped down his face and back, the salty liquid stinging his wounds. 

"What do you say, slut?" Bucky ordered, pressing a hard boot to his aching ass.

"Thank you, sir," he gritted through his teeth. Bucky grinned, giving a last slap to his ass and earning a wince from Zemo. 

"Good boy, now let's get you ready for our flight." Zemo tried to look over his shoulder, but the tight bondage kept his head forward, and he swallowed. It was slightly frightening to hear what Bucky had said. 'Get him ready'? What could he possibly need to get ready for? 

There was a clink behind him, and something cold touched his aching cock. Metal, smooth, and freezing cold. A metal sheaf was slid over his cock, the head poking out the end. A cold ring was placed around the base of his cock, holding the metal sheaf. Zemo hissed and squirmed as his balls were pushed into some sort of metal casing and locked tightly with a padlock. 

"Really, James, a cage." Zemo tried to sound unbothered by the fact his aching cock was placed in a cruel chastity device, but a swift push to his bruised ass shut him up immediately. 

"Well, if you weren't such a slut, then I wouldn't have to. I can't have you touching this cock that belongs to me. I own every part of your body, which means I decide when you come. I don't think I can trust you not to touch yourself, you fucking dirty whore." A sharp whisper to his ear made Zemo shiver and moan. He really was a dirty whore, enjoying every moment of this. 

"And just to be sure," Bucky murmured, and suddenly a sharp pain radiated through his cock. Something slim and cold was sliding inside his ureathra. 

"Ahhhhh," Zemo hissed, his body shaking, toes curling, and fists clenching as the slim rod plugged his hole and was locked to the rest of the cage. That was it. For the next month, he had no control over his poor little cock. 

"There. That's better; now get dressed; we leave soon." A sharp smack to his ass brought him back to reality, and the pain in his ass came back all over again. 

After dressing, Zemo waddled out into the main part of the hotel room, careful for his ass not to rub against his trousers and his cock aching in the cold metal cage. He winced and gritted his teeth together as he met with James and Sam in the middle of the room. He was clearly in pain, but he tried to keep the look off his face. Sam narrowed his eyes at him as Zemo looked so weak and flushed. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, and Zemo swallowed. 

"Yes, I'm fine; I just didn't get much sleep," he lied, and his eyes dashed to Bucky's, who scoffed. 

"Well, we have a long flight, so you can sleep there," he said, and Zemo nodded. Sam grabbed his bag and headed out of the room. Zemo turned to follow, but a sharp tug on his arm yanked him back. 

"You sit opposite me, and don't even think about trying to take that cage off in the bathroom; I have the key, and if you want even the slight taste of my cock, you're going to be a good boy for me," he smirked and whispered, and Zemo's face slightly brightened. 

"Yes, Master," a sick smirk appeared on his face, and Bucky nodded to the door, yanking him to follow. This was going to be one long plane journey. 

Hey everyone, so I decided to add another part to this story. I think this is going to be a story with no plot, mostly just smut/porn and whenever I get an idea for a new part, I'll update but it won't be all the time so this isn't abandoned but it's not a full on story. Anyways i hope you enjoyed the next instalment, if anyone has any ideas they want me to write let me know in the comments. It has to be strictly Dom Bucky and Sub Zemo. Let me know what you think in the comments

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[backstagebasterd]

Hotel Love

Pairing: helmut zemo x m!reader Warnings: unprotected sex, spit kink, teasing, praise kink

The evening at the hotel lobby went splendidly. Beverages were bought, cheers were shared, moves were made, and just like that-- you had him wrapped around your fingertips, willing to do anything you wished. Helmut Zemo took you to his room. A large modern suite with tables, lights, and extravagant decor; a king-size bed between two sizeable nightstands were off to the side. He softly shut the door behind you as you took in the contents of the room; mesmerized, fully aware that only the wealthy could possibly afford to dwell in a place of such luxury. He smiled at you with a smug sense of pride-- he had wanted to impress you in every way possible, and he knew it was working. Before you knew it, Zemo was pressing his lips into yours. He had his hands at the back of your head, pulling you in. Kissing you with such a passion that-- up until this moment-- you had never come to know. His lips made love with yours tenderly, bringing you to unwillingly, yet needily, moan into him. Zemo’s tongue began to part your lips, and you let him, without an ounce of hesitation. Your mouths mushed together, you felt his tongue against yours, his spit entering your mouth. Zemo broke the kiss momentarily, allowing both of you a chance to catch your breaths. A string of saliva remained between your mouths as you panted in close proximity. But as soon as both of you were barely rejuvenated… Zemo had you pushed against a wall. His mouth clashed against yours, bringing both of you back to where you left off. His kiss was sloppier, wilder. He kissed you with every repressed bit of need from within him. His mouth went rogue. He began to moan into the kiss with you. Your heart pounded inside you as he kept making love to your mouth, almost devouring you.

Zemo’s hands began to fall onto your shoulders as the kiss broke, leaving both of you breathless. His hands wandered from your shoulders, across your shirt, slowly falling towards the hem. “May I?” Zemo asked. You nodded, allowing him to undress you, just as his lips had already undressed your final sense of dignity. - You laid on your back in Zemo’s king-size bed, your body sprawled naked, waiting for him. Zemo was nearly finished undressing as he slowly approached you, stopping for a moment to take in the view. ”You look beautiful as ever my love.” He muttered as he crawled onto the bed. He stopped in a kneeling position before you, between your legs. You revel in the sensation of his bare thighs meeting your own, the relief of being released from the confines of your clothes, to be able to touch his skin, and for him to touch yours. ”I’ll make you feel incredible draga.”Zemo was kneeling between your legs as he dropped down to kiss you one more time. ”Will you be a good boy for me?” He asked teasingly. ”Of course my love.” ”Then open wide.” Zemo spat inside your mouth and returned between your legs. He lifted your legs up and over his shoulders, allowing him a clear path to your entrance. He began to sink his cock inside you, filling you up inch by inch, moment by moment, giving you a chance to adjust to his girth. You moaned like an animal as he sheathed his cock inside you completely. “That’s it. Good boy.” Zemo exited and entered your hole slowly and repeatedly. Each and every time you’d sound, Zemo would reply with a praise; calling you a good boy or his draga, telling you just how well you’re taking him in. But you needed him to fuck you, to ravage you just as he did when you kissed earlier. ”Please go faster..” You pleaded, interrupting a praise. ”You want it faster?” ”And harder.” ”Are you sure, my love?” You mustered up a quick affirming reply, and at that, Zemo obeyed.

Zemo began setting a quicker pace, each thrust brushing your prostate and providing you with just the perfect amount of pleasure and pain. Every time he humped into you was faster and harder, just as you’d asked him to. You began leaking precum onto your stomach as he fucked you, you could feel your orgasm building up and Zemo kept praising you. “Fuck, I love how tight you are baby.” ”Such a good boy…” ”You’re taking me so good baby, so good.” The room was filled with lewd sound: your moans, Zemo’s praising, the slapping sound of your thighs and his crotch clapping together;  all happening as your orgasm grew nearer and nearer. ”I’m gonna cum baby” You whimpered pleadingly. ”Not yet darling, wait for me.” He teased. You held on to your orgasm, almost merely clutching to it as you waited for Zemo’s own. He thrust into you even faster-- a brutal pace-- chasing his orgasm to offer you relief. ”Almost there darling.” Zemo said, panting as the sound of flesh clapping onto flesh grew louder and louder as he pounded into you mercilessly. ”Cum for me.” Zemo told you, and you both released. Zemo’s cum filled your walls as he continued to weakly hump you through his orgasm. Your own release exploded onto your stomach-- some of it managed to reach Zemo’s face. The both of you ended up exhausted, panting on hitched breaths. Zemo gently unsheathed his cock from inside you as you feel his cum slowly drip from your hole onto the sheets of his luxurious bed. Both of you were dripping with sweat and semen as Zemo pecked a kiss onto your lips and invited you for a bath.

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[onlyactivewhenexhausted]

I'm craving a Bucky/Zemo au where they're enemies to lovers and enter a dom/sub relationship

Bucky doesn't have any real knowledge of the bdsm community, but he knows from previous sexual encounters that he's attracted to submissive behaviour. (Service dom, slight sadism)

Zemo has a lot of experience with bdsm and knows exactly what he likes (submissive masochist with a degradation kink). He's confident and self-assured and before scenes he tells Bucky exactly how to treat him and hurt him

They always discuss things prior to scening

I would love to write this myself but brainfog is a bitch so if anyone wants this feel free (but please let me know!!!)

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[hotreadingwitch]

Bucky x Reader - Nosebleed

Content Warnings/Kinks: slut-shaming, violence (not during sex), dominance, hickeys, nipple play, finger sucking, cum swallowing, light edging, sub/dom dynamic (collaring), daddy kink, praise kink, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex 

Nosebleed

"Man, you're dumb letting your girl out of the house in that outfit" a man slurred from the alleyway beside the club they were on their way to.

Bucky stilled, his hand tensing where it was placed on the small of Y/n's back. 

"Bucky don't-" Y/n started.

"Move" he growled, his words harsh, a no-nonsense command. 

She hesitated, on one hand, the guy was being rude but on the other, he was just a stupid asshole...did he really deserve to be beaten up by a super soldier just because of one comment? No, Y/n decided at that moment, she didn't deserve to be slut-shamed and if Bucky wanted to make sure that man never said something vile to another woman then so be it. She pulled herself up and moved aside, nodding at Bucky as she did, indicating that he could get violent. 

Y/n turned, looking away as she heard Bucky's first blow landing and the man's groan of pain in response. 

"Please" the man begged, "I didn't do anything" 

"You didn't do anything?" She heard Bucky chuckle darkly, "You don't count slut-shaming women as doing something asshole?"

"Fuck man" he groaned, "I didn't mean it I swear" 

Bucky punched him again. Hard. 

"Yeah fucking right" 

Y/n turned just in time to see Bucky lift the man up off of the ground and slam him against the wall. 

"Owwww" the man howled. 

"Bucky," Y/n said quietly. 

His gaze flicked toward her, steel blue eyes turned almost grey with anger. Her eyes widened at the sight of his bleeding nose, the other man must have gotten a good punch in. 

"Let's go home" she added, "He's not worth it" 

"Yea man listen to your girl" the man choked out. 

Bucky dropped him, letting go of his collar and turning toward Y/n, taking her hand. 

"Fucking crazy" the man mumbled under his breath. 

Bucky snapped, turning back around and punching the guy so hard he fell onto the ground, knocked out.

"Now we can go" Bucky growled. 

~

Y/n and Bucky walked into Zemo's apartment. It was late so the two other men were already in bed. Bucky gripped Y/n's hand, squeezing it, before asking: 

"Can you help me get cleaned up?"

"Sure" she smiled before leading him to the en-suite bathroom in her room.

Bucky balanced himself against the edge of the sink, leaning back, squinting down at Y/n. She wet a towel and started to mop up the wound on his face that would surely leave a bruise the next morning. 

"You know I didn't need you to defend me tonight" Y/n sighed as she blotted the blood away. 

"I know Y/n but I can't just let people say that kind of thing about you" he sighed. 

"My knight in shining armour" she chuckled dryly. 

"I'm no knight Y/n" he grumbled as she dabbed under his nose. 

"Bucky" she whispered. 

She hadn't realized how close their faces were until then. 

"Yeah?" he whispered back. 

She reached a hand up, tangling it with the hair at the nape of his neck, just above his blood-stained shirt collar. 

"You're a good guy you know?" she stated, a small smile on her lips "I don't want you forgetting it" 

He closed the gap between them, drawing his lips to hers. His were warm and soft, softer than she'd expected. Y/n kissed him back hungrily, gripping his hair, and pulling him closer. 

He pressed up against her, moving her backward into her room, their kisses becoming deeper by the second. Y/n yelped as the back of her knees hit the edge of her bed. Bucky threw her down forcefully before climbing over top of her. His face was inches from hers but not a single part of him touched her shivering body. 

"Can I touch you?" He begged gruffly, a growl forming deep in his throat. 

She nodded, her nose brushing his as she did, the small touch sending a fire through both their desperate bodies.

Bucky slid his metal hand under her back, unzipping her short dress before pulling it entirely off of her, groaning when he saw the lingerie she was wearing underneath. She smirked up at him, pleased that the simple black lace set turned him on. 

"Can you take it off for me doll?" He growled as he balanced above her, taking in her body hungrily. 

Y/n nodded before obeying, not breaking eye contact with him as she undid her bra, throwing it onto the floor. Bucky leant down planting kisses from her jaw down to her neck to her chest, sucking on her sensitive skin. 

"So beautiful" he breathed onto her skin, "So fucking beautiful" 

He continued, slinking lower and lower until he was settled between her thighs. He kissed the bare skin next to her panty line, his warm, red lips making her cold skin shiver. With one swift motion, he ripped her panties off of her. He kissed her inner thighs, again and again, leaving purple marks behind. When he finally reached her pussy she was already aroused, completely ready for him and the pleasure he was about to bring her. 

"Please..." she whined desperately.

Bucky began by tracing lazy circles around her clit, making her hips buck upwards to meet his expert tongue. 

"Mmm," she moaned, tilting her head back in pleasure as her thighs spread open even further, giving Bucky full access to her aching pussy.

Her whimpers and little breathy moans did nothing but turn Bucky on even more. He felt his cock tighten in his pants as Y/n whispered his name and looked down at him with her doe eyes. 

The longer he continued the more she clenched inside, her body begging for an orgasm. 

As if he knew exactly what she needed next, he ran his finger up and down her slit, letting it get soaked by her building juices before slipping it inside her. The initial feeling of Bucky's curling fingers hitting her g-spot made her breathe hitch and a loud whimper escape her mouth. 

"You're so fucking good for me doll" he groaned, the feeling of her clenching around his fingers making his cock harder by the second. 

As he continued lapping circles around her clit and curling his fingers inside her pussy her body reacted to every movement, back arching off of the bed, toes curling. A warmth then spread across her chest as her lower body quivered in anticipation.

"Fuck" she breathed, every single curse word she uttered making him even more aroused. He wanted to get inside her so badly but he knew she needed this, to be warmed up first.

"Mm hm," she mumbled before another louder moan escaped her lips.

Her hips jerked up and down as she came but Bucky held her in place, gripping her thighs tightly, pleasing her through the waves of her release. 

Y/n was wet now, her pussy sticky with cum as she lay breathing heavily on the bed. When she calmed down she slunk her hand down Bucky's chest, unbuttoning his tight white button-up shirt as she did. She threw the blood-stained item to the side, letting herself admire Bucky's taut abs. 

She then gripped the edge of his belt, looking deeply into his eyes before asking: 

"Daddy?" 

She could practically see Bucky's cock jump in his pants. 

"Yes?" He questioned back, his neck visibly strained. 

"Can you fuck me please?"

Bucky complied without another word, sliding a thick finger up her wet slit before shoving it in her mouth, forcing her to taste her own juices. She sucked on it as he unbuckled his belt, sliding it out of the loops and then holding it between his hands. 

"Will you wear this for me doll?" He asked. 

Y/n's eyes widened slightly, she knew wearing a collar was important to any sub/dom couple. She nodded, ready for whatever was to come. 

He slid the leather through the buckle, tightening the belt around her neck causing her to gasp, it was tight but not uncomfortably so. He ran a vibranium finger from the clasp of the belt up to her chin until his cool hand rested on her cheek. 

"Ready?" 

She nodded and Bucky slid into her wet pussy, grunting as he felt her tighten around his cock. It curved perfectly within her, immediately hitting the right spot. When he began to speed up his thrusts her pussy clenched, sucking him deeper inside her, causing him to groan.

She looked up and made eye contact with him as he continued slamming into her making his cock tighten. He leaned forward without looking away, resting his forehead on hers and staring deep into her eyes. Their breaths intermingled, moans practically in sync. Bucky reached his hand down, as he pressed small kisses on her cheeks and temple and then began rubbing her clit, bringing her all the pleasure she needed. 

Y/n sighed, tilting her head back into her pillow as she relaxed into the feeling of his movements on her clit and his rough thrusts. How was it possible that he was so rough and so gentle at the same time?

"Fuck me you feel so good" she groaned, her nose scrunching. 

"My pretty girl's got a dirty mouth huh?" he chuckled before beginning to suck on the crook of her neck. 

"Mmm," she replied, at a loss for words. 

She moved her hips, matching the pace of his hard thrusts, every movement bringing her more and more pleasure. Bucky slid a hand down her body, gripping her outer thigh, likely leaving bruises, pushing her leg up toward her head while the other rubbed fiercely around and around her clit. Every once in a while he'd remove his fingers to spit on them again, edging her, and every time he'd make her beg: 

"You want me to rub that pretty little clit doll?" He cooed the question. 

"Yes, Daddy please" she whined. 

He continued pleasing her as her body ached for the feeling she knew only he could provide. Soon, her body was overwhelmed. Between him fucking her roughly with his perfect cock and him rubbing her clit she was overcome. 

"Fuck I'm close" she breathed before she came. 

"Good girl" he praised as she tensed around his cock, "such a good girl cumming for me"

She came hard as he thrust, her insides squeezing before loosening, going slack on the plush mattress. Waves of pleasure rolled through her body and he fucked her through every one, coaxing her orgasm out of her body with his hard pumping, soft whispers of her name, and sloppy kisses on her sensitive neck. Bucky groaned loudly and the vein in his neck throbbed, she could tell he was close to cumming as well.

"Ahh," she moaned, looking up at him with grateful eyes as she felt his cum splash within her. 

They both panted as he pulled out, the mixture of their cum dripping down onto the mattress. 

"You were such a good girl for me doll" he stated warmly, taking her in his arms and kissing her on the forehead. 

"Thanks" she smiled, her breathing calming down as she lay comfortably on his firm chest. 

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[majesty-madness]

"Stop Doing That" - Bucky Barnes x reader (semi-nsfw)

Summary: Y/N has this habit of biting her lip, and at first, it is all unintentional. But when she figures what it does to her usually stoic boyfriend, she just can’t help herself.

Word Count: 800+

Warnings: TFATWS Spoilers, mentions of the Blip, cursing, teasing, sexual tension, established relationship (Bucky & reader), a bit of Dom!Bucky, slight manhandling, kissing

a/n: This is sort of a last minute seasonal gift, so Merry Christmas! Or Happy Holidays! Hope you guys have a good weekend!

Main Masterlist

She was doing it on purpose, she had to be. There was no other reason as to why she wouldn’t stop doing it. 

Every chance she got, she bit her lip and it drove him fucking crazy. 

Despite knowing her in the span of a couple of years (minus the Blip), he hadn’t paid much attention to it, but now that they were dating, it was all he thought about. 

Whenever Y/N was deep in thought, her teeth would tug on the skin of her lower lip before letting it slip back into place. 

Or like now, as Sam, Zemo, and he were trying to figure out how to track down the Flag Smashers, Y/N was intently listening to what they were saying. She only provided input when she thought it necessary, and when she wasn’t she was biting her damn lip. 

This had been going on for weeks, weeks worth of her ordinary habit, weeks worth of her teasing. 

Bucky could not keep his eyes off her, she just made it so difficult to think straight. However he managed in front of Sam and Zemo. Though he was pretty sure that Sam had noticed his languid stares, and chose not to say anything. 

“I may know where we can find Donya, but first it would be best if I changed.” Zemo said, already walking away from the kitchen island and to a back room. 

“Do you really think he can find out where Donya is?” Sam asked no one in particular as he sat at the corner of the glossy kitchen island. 

Bucky, standing diagonal from him; hands planted on the counter, sighed. “I have no idea.”

Sam huffed before getting up from his seat and also walked out of the room, leaving Bucky and Y/N alone. 

She had opted to stand instead of sit, and now she had her back leaned against the counter, arms crossed over her chest. 

Bucky’s eye flicked over to Y/N, observing her closely. “You gotta stop doing that.”

The statement startled her as she looked over at him, lips jutting out from under her teeth. “Doing what?” 

No sooner had she finished that sentence did she automatically do it again. Bucky took a sharp breath, blue eyes turning dark. 

“That.” He stated gesturing up to her mouth, voice deep and raspy.

For some reason, she smirked. 

She unfolded her arms and turned to face him, one hand resting lightly on top of the smooth surface. “What? Biting my lip?”

Bucky made no movement, choosing to follow her figure as she took a methodical step forward.

He felt a heat race up the back of his neck coupled with a fluttering feeling of excited anticipation center in his gut. 

“Does it bother you?” She openly teased that time, biting her lip for a split second.

She took another slow step closer, letting her hand slide against the counter as she did so.

They were only a few inches apart from each other, and Y/N was dangerously closing that distance. 

Bucky, again, chose not to act. He simply let Y/N think that she had the upper hand though with how he was reacting, he thought maybe she did. 

“It doesn’t bother me.” He finally said, his husky voice laced with a primal undertone. 

Y/N took one more step forward, the mere inches separating them now disappearing into nothingness. “Then what does it do to you?”

Suddenly he pounced; grabbing ahold of her face with his gloved hand, yanking her to him, and shoving his lips against her’s. 

She inadvertently moaned into the kiss, her hands coming up to rest on his arm as he shoved his tongue in her mouth.

He continued the onslaught, keeping Y/N in her place even as she attempted to move closer to him. No, she was gonna learn real fast that she didn’t get to tease without consequences. 

And Y/N didn’t fight his dominating tongue ravaging her instead she let him take exactly what he wanted, let him make her dizzy with heat and lust, let him claim her; just as she had hoped. 

Several weeks ago, Y/N had picked up on how affected Bucky became whenever she bit her lip and while she had initially done it out of habit, once she learned how Bucky felt about it, she couldn’t stop. 

Every day she made a point to do it at least once, gauging his reaction to see what he’d do. 

Up until this point, he had sat back quietly while she teased him relentlessly. Today was the first time he said something about it, let alone done something about it as well. 

They aggressively made out with each other for a couple of more minutes; their tongues dancing against one another before Bucky pulled away with a wet smack of their lips. 

Y/N tried to kiss him again but he tilted his head back causing her to whimper with need. “Bucky…”

This time, he smirked. 

“Don’t worry, Baby…” He leaned in, lips barely grazing the shell of her ear. “I’ll take care of you real good later, but you better stop teasing me or I’ll do much more than kiss you.” 

“Like what?” Y/N asked breathlessly. 

“Keep doing what you’ve been doing, and you’ll find out.” 

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[myfictionaldreams]

Day 8. Fucking Machine - Helmut Zemo

Kinktober Day 8. Fucking Machine - Helmut Zemo

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, bdsm, dom/sub, mouth gag, crying, begging, degradation, restraints, fucking machine, squirting, nicknames, no use of y/n

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“But- but I wan-want you”, the sob shook your chest, as you sucked in a deep breath, finally having the freedom to talk as your gag was removed, but your eye mask remained in place, soaked with tears.

Helmut tutted from somewhere to your side, “now, you know only nice gets get me, and what are you?” he asked in a condescending tone.

Trying to control your breathing, you took another deep breath, ashamed by your next answer, “a whore”.

“Yes, a whore who couldn’t keep her hands off of her cunt even after I instructed her to wait for me to get back. So some would say, you deserve this punishment dragă, if only you weren’t such a brat”. The disappointment in his voice was what upset you the most, kicking yourself for giving in to your desires so quickly.

The piece of material used as a gag was placed back over your mouth, cutting off any begging that you were about to continue with. You cried more like a baby, you knew you deserved this punishment but it was relentless, you should have known not to mess with your husband after the bad mood he’d been stuck in.

He had returned home, finding you in the shower, hand between your legs and you hadn’t even heard him come in to see you mumbling his name frantically trying to get off. His hand was on your arm before you could react, pulling you from the shower, water dripping everywhere and you knew better than to fight back.

You knew where he was taking you as he was tossed onto the bed, wetting the sheets. You’d expected him to position your body over his lap and spank your arse until you were sore and then fucked you nice and hard until he forgave you.

Instead, Helmut had handcuffed your wrists to the corners of the bed, eyemask and gag then attached so you couldn’t follow his movements or beg anymore that you were sorry, he’d heard it all before, you just couldn’t help being a brat sometimes.

Next were your legs, they too were strapped so that they were now spread wide for him to complete whatever plan he had decided upon. There were some shuffling noises and something heavy sounded like it was being dragged across the floor, you knew exactly what was happening, knowing how heavy the machinery was.

This led you to where you were now, you weren’t even sure how long it had been, hours? A few minutes? All you knew was that a dildo attached to the end of the fucking machine had been doing in and out of you for what felt like an eternity. Helmut continued to make sure you were lubed up well but every time you came - which seemed an excess amount - your cunt would contract so hard that the dildo would slip out and you would squirt all over it.

The machine was loud and your husband was in control of the remote, turning it faster and slower until you were quivering into an orgasm, time after time. Each thrust had you shifting up and down the bed, slowly at first, whirring with each movement and then an unnatural speed where the dildo turned into a blur and your cunt just had a constant pounding against all of those beautifully sensitive nerves until you were screaming and withering.

It went on and on, again and again, the machine fucked you all the whilst Helmut watched until finally…it all stopped. There was a ringing in your ears, dribble running down your cheek, you were well and truly fucked, you weren’t even sure if you could lift any of your limbs, and everything felt floaty.

Helmut knew you better than you knew yourself, knew the exact moment when you went from orgasmic bliss to one more thrust and you’d be passing out. He started by removing the machine, then undid your arm and leg straps, your gag and then finally your eye mask. You didn’t open your eyes at first but after a few taps on the cheek and a kiss on the end of your nose, you looked up to the man leaning over you with a proud smile.

“Talk to me princess” he encouraged, pulling you in close to his side so you could take in his warmth.

“I’m ok,” you mumbled just loud enough for him to hear, his hand softly stroking the side of your face, wiping away and the remnant of tears. “Intense but it was good”. Helmut didn’t respond, you held him tightly as sleep finally found you.

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[mariaxxxxx]

Red fruits (MarvelboysxFem!reader) series masterlist.

Summary: You were a sweet, ripe, juicy fruit; ready to be devoured. Marvelboysxfem!reader!)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, virgin!reader, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, good ending, somnophille, slight degradation, duvious consent, menstrual sex, pregnancy, arranged marriage, inexperienced reader, abortion commented, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), kidnapping, aftercare, curse words.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

◦ parte 1:Cherry (bucky barnes/winter soldier x fem!reader) - The Soldier takes care of you when your monthly blood appears suddenly. (+18)

◦ parte 2: Strawberry (Loki x fem!reader) -

◦ parte 3: Blackberry(Steve Rogersx fem!reader) -You shouldn't have had too much to drink at that party, blackbarry. (+18)

◦ parte 4: Raspberry (T'Challa x fem!reader) -

◦ parte 5: Dragon fruit ( Namor x fem!reader)- You beg K'uk'ulkan to give you a baby (+18)

◦ parte 6: Blueberry(Helmut Zemo xFem!reader)-

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[loki-quinn]

Dom Baron Zemo aesthetic

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[blackleatherjacketz]

Point of No Return

Baron Helmut Zemo x Original Female Character

Summary: While preparing for a mission where she has to seduce their target, Zemo convinces her to show him how she plans on doing it.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Daniel Bruhl’s Magnetic Essence, Dubious Consent, Manipulation, Sugar Daddy Undertones, Soft Dom Zemo, Roleplay, Oral Sex (Male and Female Receiving), Vaginal Sex, Lingerie, Dresses, Tuxedos, Kissing, Face Holding, Teasing, Hair Pulling, Zemo’s Hands, Eye Contact, Classical Music References, Zemo Possibly Catching Feelings

Word Count: 3.7K

Tags: Thank you to @bullet-prooflove for helping me concoct this universe! @letsby @imadeadpoett @mrsmaxwelllord @genevievedarcygranger​

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“How does it fit?” He doesn’t bother to look at her as she walks into his room wearing the gown he had made especially for her, one he was certain would fit every curve and angle of her body. He takes care to glance over just as she looks away, pretending not to notice how the vibrant color of the cloth complements the olive tones in her skin, accented only by the raven locks that cascade down her shoulders.

“Well enough, I guess.” She lifts her arms up, defeated by the fact that her chromosomes drew her the short straw in the group tonight.

She had dressed up a handful of times before; weddings, parties and funerals all placing her in dresses of varying lengths throughout her lifetime, but none of them were quite like this. None of them had clung so tightly to her skin, restricted her movement or made her feel so incredibly vulnerable that she questioned her ability to carry out her skill set in the presence of her colleagues… and him.

The baron looks up at her as she slowly turns around in front of him, noticing that the zipper on the back of her dress is still only halfway up. “You’re not zipped all the way.”

“What?” She turns to each side to get a better view of the back of her dress, bending her arms backward in a failed attempt to get a grip on the elusive zipper, splaying her fingers out across the fabric.

“Here,” he presses his lips together and walks toward her, motioning for her to turn around, “Allow me.”

She walks over to the full sized mirror to get a better look at herself, making an effort to grab hold of her dress as if to show him that she can do it herself. She’ll be damned if she actually needs a man to help her to get into this thing, even if he is the one who paid for it. And the flat they’re currently staying in. And their mode of transportation. And all their meals. And everything else.

Damnit.

She huffs before letting go of the silky cloth, reluctantly letting him take his place behind her. Although she had thought about it a few times before, she had never let the baron get this close to her, heeding her partners’ warnings of his hidden agendas and dual nature. Even with the heels she has on he still towers over her, the top of her head barely meeting his eyeline as they both look straight forward into the mirror. It’s almost as if they’re posing for a formal portrait, a snapshot of this moment in time portraying them as an opulent couple who had been together for years, his hand finding a sudden familiarity on her lower back.

“It suits you,” he whispers into her ear, tracing his way down her shoulder blade with his opposite hand.

“Does it?” She keeps her eyes on their reflection in the mirror, hoping that her makeup is heavy enough to hide the flushing of her cheeks as his fingers send a shiver down her spine. She’s supposed to be getting into character, one who is single and ready to mingle with their target long enough for Sam and Bucky to get the information they need; not one who can’t get over the intoxicating scent of her benefactor’s cologne.

“You don’t think so?” He takes his time feathering his fingertips over her silken strap as it curves its way into the unfastened bodice. He follows it down the inner arch of her back, noticing the absence of black lace or any other delicate fabric underneath. “You’re not wearing the lingerie I set out for you.”

“It was too bulky, didn’t look right.” She pauses as he excites the skin on her lower back, sparking a hint of heat into her core. “It’s just been a while since I’ve worn a dress, is all,” she starts to explain herself, feeling his breath warm against her hairline as his lips brush the shell of her ear.

Good God, why does he have to be so fucking handsome?

“You should wear them more often.” He reaches the tiny metal zipper at the base of her spine and slowly pulls it upward before laying it down flush against the material of her bodice. “You’re a vision in red, but every piece of your costume serves a purpose, tells a part of the story.” He takes a breath, pausing before continuing on, “You’re going to have to do more than just look the part tonight.”

“I know that,” she says, more to herself than to him as she watches his hand smooth its way over her hip in the mirror. She holds her breath as he guides it up her belly, inhaling as it curves over her breast and touches the bare skin on her chest.

“Do you?” He reaches her chin with the pads of his fingers, turning her face away from the mirror. “You’re going to have to distract him.” He tilts her chin up so that she has no other choice but to look into the dark caramel of his eyes. “You’re going to have to seduce him.”

“I can do that.” Her sentence wavers as it leaves her lips, a pathetic whisper of a promise as he drags his fingers off of her face.

“Can you?” He lets go of her completely, taking a step back before turning on his heel. “Sam seems to have a lot of confidence in your abilities, but I have my doubts.”

“Really?” She watches him walk away from her, his musk still lingering on her skin as he casually makes his way over to the vanity. “Is that why you can’t stop touching me?” She does her best to sound level headed as she challenges him, her body already yearning for his touch. “Your doubts?”

“My attraction to you isn’t in question here.” He states the obvious so matter-of-factly that it takes her by surprise, keeping any rebuttal she may have prepared still in her throat. “Your ability to stand out from the dozens of other European socialites is. And we want him… need him to do more than just touch you.”

“I can’t apologize enough for being an American,” she puts her hands on her hips, still flustered by his flippancy, “But I can do a British accent if you want.”

“No.” He puts a hand up to stop her before letting it fall to his side. “I want you to be as believable as possible.”

“Okay, then I just won’t talk as much.” She takes a deep breath. “That usually works on men of any social class, they all love the sound of their own voice.”

“Is that so?” He scoffs, leaning his back against the vanity. “If you’re so confident in your skills, then why don’t you show me what you plan on doing.”

Her heart nearly stops as it’s beating, its last contraction a loud and heavy thump in her chest as she swallows the lump in her throat. If he wanted her so badly, then why didn’t he just keep touching her? Why didn’t he take the chance to kiss her when his lips were so close to her mouth only moments ago? Why pull away at all? Maybe he is just as manipulative as Sam had warned her about.

“Excuse me?” She checks, her eyebrows nearly disappearing into her hairline as his lips curl into a smirk.

He can’t be serious, can he?

He merely nods with a sound confidence that only the baron of Sokovia could have. “I’d like to see how you’re going to keep his attention. The lives of dozens of people depend on it.”

“Well,” she starts, eager to play his game. They have a few hours to kill before the party starts, and she can’t think of any better way to fill each passing minute than to get his hands back on her body. “I’ll walk by him and… I’ll give him the look.” She’s never really had to think through what she’s done in the past to get a man’s attention. It always just seemed to happen to her without her really trying.

“The look?” He stands up straight, tilting his head to get a better grasp of the idea.

“You know…” she turns to the side and glances at him, lashes batting with feigned desire. “The look.”

“And?”

“And?” She laughs, exacerbated. “And I’ll look away then wait for him to approach me.” She looks up to see an unamused look on his face, his brow furrowed in concentration. “I’ll laugh at his jokes, touch his arm, touch my neck, things like that.”

“And if he doesn’t have any jokes for you to laugh at? What then?” He raises his eyebrows scoldingly, his tone dripping with acid. “Julian isn’t nearly as kind or as generous as I am, and it’s imperative that you distract him tonight. We can’t count solely on the luck you’ve had with men in the past.”

“What makes you think I’ve had any luck in the past?” She decides to commit to the bit wholeheartedly now, wondering what it will take to bring that sensual side of the baron back out to play. She steps toward him in her heels, careful not to make too much noise in them as she corners him against the dresser.

“Women like you usually haven’t had to seduce anyone before.” He inhales as she gets closer, pressing his back against the vanity as the different colored liquids sway to and fro inside their delicate glass bottles.

“Women like me?” She smiles and touches the hem of his waistcoat, a timeless piece he undoubtedly kept in storage from a lifetime ago. “What do you know about women like me?” She slides her fingers up his chest, following the design of his tuxedo to the fastened collar of his dress shirt.

“I know enough.” His words barely blow a few stray strands of hair away from her face, their tone shaking just a little at the end.

“Really?” She stands up even higher on her tiptoes, the bottom of her heels leaving the ground as she smoothes her hand beneath his tuxedo jacket. “You seem so confident in your skills.” She uses his own line against him, whispering her taunt against his ear as she slides her hand up the base of his neck. “But your years behind bars would prove that you’re a little out of practice.” She smiles against his skin as his palms warm her waist.

“One would venture to say that it’s as easy as pedaling a bicycle.” His fingers find the zipper they spent so much time and effort pulling up just moments before, holding it delicately between his thumb and forefinger. “A muscle memory, if you will.” He tugs it slowly down her backside, loosening her bodice along with the straps around her shoulders.

“Well, I’ve always heard that practice makes perfect.” She presses her fingers into his hairline, forcing him to look down at her as she brings her other hand up to mirror its movements. She can smell his cologne even deeper at this proximity, his raging pulse enriching the notes of cedar wood and patchouli into her nostrils as she massages his scalp. It’s different than anything else she’s ever smelled before, a perfect signature scent for a man unlike anyone else she’s ever met before.

She continues to card her fingers through his hair as she gazes upon him, the chestnut hues in his irises making way for expanding pupils as they dart nervously over her features. She can feel his chest as it rises against hers, expanding with each prolonged inhalation as his heart beats wildly inside. He must be just as rapt as she is with the scent he dabbed onto her wrists earlier, a rich floral perfume with a hint of orange that is ‘fit for a queen’, if she remembers his words correctly. She presses her thumbs into his temples before sliding them down his cheeks to hold his face merely millimeters away from her own.

“Don’t you want to be perfect?” She parts her lips and feathers them over his, teasing the idea of a kiss that’s only just out of reach.

“More than anything.” He nods as he takes her in, his body giving him away as his nose gently nudges into hers. He opens his mouth and kisses her, tasting the savory combination of her lips and tongue as he slides his hands up the muscles of her exposed back. He pulls her in close, finally exhaling into her as he lets his guard down for the very first time in over a decade. He wants to relish every inch of her, to memorize how she feels as she trembles against him, but he must stay on track.

“Remove my jacket,” he tells her, smoothing his palms across her neck and shoulders before letting his arms fall to his side.

She nods and presses her hands over his chest, sliding her fingers beneath the thick black fabric of his coat. She takes her time sliding it off of his arms, carefully folding it in half before draping it over the back of the chair next to the bed.

“Now my tie.” His words are cold against the warmth of her cheek as she unfastens his off-white bow tie. “You’re doing well, darling, but I’m going to need you to look up at me with those eyes while you undress me.” He lifts her chin with a curled finger beneath it, holding himself back from tugging on her bottom lip with his thumb. “Let him know how badly you want it.” He tries to circle back to his original plan by taking his own needs and desires out of the situation, but it’s obvious that he’s already dipped his toe into the shoreline of the point of no return.

“Okay.” She finishes pulling his tie out of his collar, the fancy bow now reduced to a single flat piece of cloth as she makes quick work of unbuttoning his vest and shirt between intentional stolen glances.

With his clothes off he’s absolutely beautiful, his broad chest and trim figure nothing how she imagined it would be, but somehow that much more alluring to her. Dark hair scatters its way across his chest, mixing in with a constellation of moles down his belly and into his pants that seem to be growing tighter in between his thighs, proving the effectiveness of her skills.

“Now get out of that dress and onto the bed.” His order ties a knot into her stomach, the authoritative tone of his voice pulling on her muscles as his callous words do more for her libido than she cares to admit. She should probably unpack the origin of that gut reaction when she gets a chance, but there’s a time and place for all of that.

She turns around and unzips the rest of her gown, casually sliding it off her shoulders with ease as she steps out of her heels. She takes a moment to look back at him with her practiced stare, catching him with a hungry look in his eye as she follows his instructions. She only smirks before looking away again, stepping out of the gown and over to the king sized bed in her bare feet. She hears him undress his bottom half on his own, the sound of him undoing his belt buckle and pants zipper echoing loudly in this tiny little bedroom as she climbs up onto the freshly made bed.

She takes her time turning over onto her back, spreading her legs in full display as he finally approaches her, now just as naked as she is. All of the sudden he isn’t this manipulative mastermind who lied, cheated and killed his way to revenge. He isn’t an escaped felon, a criminal or an enemy of the state. He isn’t even a baron, her benefactor, or the one hope to get the information she needs for this mission.

He’s just a man.

She sits up and reaches out to him, wrapping her fingers around his wrist before bringing his hand to her breast. She waits for him to squeeze it before looking up at him just like he’s told her to, letting her eyes fill up with desire as he grows right in front of her face. “Still doubting my skills, Baron?” She chides, opening her mouth to lick his tip.

“No.” He takes a deep breath as she tastes him, slowly taking more of him into her mouth as her perfect lips wrap around his cock. “Not at all.” He runs his other hand through her hair, tucking it behind her ear as she opens the back of her throat to take him in completely. He lets his eyelids fall down as her lips reach his pelvis, tugging on her hair so that her tongue encases his shaft as she sucks her way back up. He guides her back down again, repeating the motion over and over as he nearly gets lost in how good her mouth feels as it glides over his throbbing member. He can’t get over how the warmth of her lips and the sensation of her tongue are far superior than that of his hand slick with spit in the cool recesses of his prison cell.

He also can’t get over the fact that he’s actually here, a conditionally free man who gets to enjoy a woman so utterly gorgeous as she does nearly anything that he asks…. a real, tangible woman. She looks so beautiful like this, eyes wide as she nearly chokes on his girth, saliva dripping down the corners of her mouth. He could finish like this in a matter of minutes if he wanted to, his hand in her hair as she swallows his release; leaving Sam and James none the wiser to their current activities, but he wants something more. He wants to know what she feels like from the inside, how the warmth of her cunt compares to the warmth of her mouth as her features contort with the pleasure he’s so ready to give her.

He pulls her off of him and loosens his grip on her hair, smoothing it out as he memorizes every curve of her face before leaning down to kiss her. He can feel himself walking straight into the depth of his desires, subconsciously crossing that line between motivation and need, between restraint and reckless abandon. At this point he doesn’t care what they’re supposed to be doing or how he’s supposed to be acting, all he can bring himself to care about is how he can taste himself on her lips as he presses his knees into the mattress.

He pushes her onto her back and climbs on top of her, kissing his way up her legs before tasting the moisture between her thighs, savoring the delicacy of her tangy flavor with muffled moans. He feels her fingers weave their way into his hair as she writhes beneath him, groaning as he laps her up until those groans increase in pitch, climbing up the octave scale one note at a time. It’s as if she’s singing her very own aria, telling the story of her pleasure to the centuries-old walls as he greedily dines on her flesh.

He grabs onto her wrists as the twitching of her hips becomes more sporadic, holding them down at her sides as that inner music moves its way through her. It steals her breath, turning that consistent vibrato in her lungs to a stifled staccato as her flavor grows sweeter beneath his tongue. It’s the most divine thing he’s ever heard in his life, each note sticking out in his memory forever as he kisses his way up her pelvis and chest, trying his best not to suck a few bruises into the delicate skin of her neck.

He releases his grip on her wrists, lifting her thighs around his waist as she nods for him to continue, pushing that staccato deep inside of her. He watches her mouth fall open as he stretches her out, leaning down to kiss her lips as he takes his turn adding his own groans to their proper duet. He takes advantage of the freedom of these walls, moaning into her as she envelops him with her velvety warmth, bringing him even closer to the brink.

He grabs onto her jaw as he rocks into her, gradually picking up the pace as their hearts provide the drum beat to their chaotic song of groans and grunts. He can’t help but bury his face in her shoulder to soften his fervor, tasting the salt of her skin as she reaches another octave while he pushes inside at a brand new angle.

“You feel so good,” she barely whispers, crossing her legs behind his back to keep him there. “Oh my God, Zemo!” She wraps her arms around his back in a similar fashion, pulling him in even closer as their steady collection of notes build upon each other, one right after the other with each rhythmic thrust of his hips until they both reach the height of their crescendo.

He cries out against her shoulder as the pleasure washes over him, releasing his bliss inside her walls in irregular spurts as he merges his body with hers, both of them vibrating in rhythm together. He kisses his way up her neck and jawline, still holding her face in his hand as he kisses her lips and cheeks. He pulls back, opening his mouth as if to say something mean or witty, to reinstate the power dynamics of their relationship, but the ecstasy wreaking havoc on his nervous system won’t let that happen. Instead he only kisses her again, soft and gentle as he rests his forehead against hers while he allows himself to forget everything that’s happened except for this very moment. He allows himself another scene of romance after their passionate duet, knowing full well that it can only last as long as it takes for the curtain to fall and the next act to begin.

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[sebstan2020]

Who’s In Control Now

Chapter 1

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Helmut Zemo

Summary: Bucky get’s back at Zemo for what he did to him in Madripoor

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Bondage, CBT, Cock slapping, Master/Slave, Name Calling, Face Slapping, Corporal Punishment, Riding Crop, Suspension, Sadism/Masochism, Blowjob, Orgasm Denial, Dom Bucky, Sub Zemo

“I’ll be back later, I’ll let you know if I need backup, but it should be okay” Sam assured Bucky as he slung the backpack over his shoulder.

“Alright” Bucky nodded, and Sam looked intently over to Zemo who was standing a few feet away, still dressed in that stupid fancy coat of his. They had just come back from the town, getting information about Donya Madani. Her funeral is this afternoon. Sam was going to make his way there now. Bucky insisted he come with him, but Sam said no. If all three of them showed up, Karli might make a run for it before he has a chance to speak to her and they couldn’t leave Zemo on his own. Despite him being useful, they didn’t trust him one bit, especially Bucky.  

“Try not to kill each other while I’m gone, we need him” he murmured to Bucky who scoffed. Their confrontation only a few minutes ago nearly had him ripping his head from his neck, but Sam had calmed him down. Sam patted his shoulder before leaving the apartment. Zemo hummed softly and turned to walk to the small kitchen area.

“Well James it’s just me and you now, would you like some cherry blossom tea, I heard it’s very good” he poured himself a cup of the red tea, the sweet smell filling his senses. He held the teacup in his hands, the China warming his palms. He turned around to face Bucky as he heard no reply but was met with a blow to the face. The familiar feel of metal cutting into his cheek caused him to fall to the ground and was instantly knocked out, head slamming into the floor and the teacup smashing into a million pieces, tea flooding.

Bucky sighed, flexing his metal fingers as he stared down at the unconscious baron.

Zemo woke with a pounding in his head, his cheek tingling from the punch. His eyes fluttered open, and he moaned softly as he adjusted to the brightness from the large window opposite him. But something wasn’t right. The angle was all wrong, as if it was upside down and along with that he was moving subtly from side to side.

Zemo lifted his head up, starring down, well more like up, his body and realisation hit him. He was in fact upside down. Hanging from the ceiling, his feet tied together with rope. The rope was neatly tied around his ankles, knotted at the front with the excess tied to one of the poles on the ceiling. The rope made its way down to his chest, tying his hands in front of him with the same design as his ankles. He twisted his hands but only felt the burn of the rope on his skin. The rope continued down to his neck, wrapping around like a vine, and scratching every time he moved. The thing that surprised him the most was the fact he was completely naked, exposed and on show.

Zemo dropped his head back down, the blood rushing to his brain as he was suspended from the ceiling. There could only be one explanation for the reason he was like this… James.

He swung gently from side to side, the motion almost sickening and making him feel lightheaded but the more he squirmed in his binds, the more he moved so he decided on keeping still. He heard a noise coming from one direction and turned his head that way, spotting Bucky at the kitchen. He necked back a glass of brown liquid, most likely whiskey, swallowing hard and stared over at Zemo.

“Good, your awake” Bucky said casually as he poured himself another drink and Zemo groaned. The rope was harsh on his skin and the position was uncomfortable. He was surprised at Bucky’s creativity. He hadn’t expected him to go to this extreme length. He could have simply tied him to a bed or one of the stumps of wood beam in the apartment, but this was something else. Bucky trailed around the kitchen counter, slowly walking his way to the hanging baron in the middle of the apartment, looking over him like he was a piece of meat.

“You must be upset James, what is it I’ve done to anger you” Zemo asked as Bucky circled him. Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head as he licked the corner of his lip. What had he done? What hadn’t he done?

“Just about everything you do angers me Zemo… but I’m sure you know what I’m going to say” Bucky stood before him. He was wearing his black t-shirt and jeans, his vibranium arm on show. The gold glinted in the warm lights as it peaked through the black. It was stunning if Zemo did say so himself. He was stunning. But that would get him nowhere if he said it. Right now, it seemed Bucky was in control here.

“I have no idea, indulge me” Zemo mocked, and he could see Bucky tensing. Since he met Bucky in his prison cell, he had spent every waking minute winding him up, trying to get into that head of his. He wasn’t purposely trying to fuck with him, but he couldn’t help himself. He had seized control of the winter soldier before and even though the words didn’t work on him anymore, Zemo found no problem winding him up about it.

“You like playing games with me don’t you. You love trying to fuck with my head, get inside me and make me feel small and vulnerable, trying to control me like you did before” Bucky spat at him while he circled him again like pray and Zemo sighed, shutting his eyes as he knew exactly what Bucky was talking about.

“You’re talking about Madripoor”.

“Bingo”. When Zemo had told Bucky he was to act like he was the winter soldier, under his command and handle, he was furious. He told himself he’d never go back to that life, back to that scared feeling of no control, that sense of feeling like a toy to be used, to turn on and off with those code words. But he had to for the mission otherwise they would have gotten caught. It didn’t mean to say he was fine with it though and he especially wasn’t fine with Zemo walking all over him, touching him like he was nothing, forcing him to put on that little display in the bar for everyone to watch. What was even more frustrating was the fact Zemo fucking enjoyed it. That little smirk on his face as he watched Bucky fight those guys like they were nothing.

“James, I realise that it probably wasn’t the best thing for you, but it was the only way into Madripoor. We wouldn’t be where we are now if you hadn’t of done that- “he was cut off by Bucky.

“Shut the fuck up, I don’t give a shit if it was the best way into Madripoor. You can’t control me anymore, no matter how much you fantasize about it” Bucky stopped in front of Zemo glaring down at him, eyes wide and mouth pressed into a hard scowl. Zemo groaned softly at his binds as he wiggled in them, trying to get some feeling back into his hands but it was nearly impossible. The super solider had done well to tie him up like this and have him hanging and vulnerable, a reflection of how Zemo made Bucky feel.

“I saw you; I saw the way you were watching me while I put that little display on for you. The fucking smirk on your face as you watched me fight those guys as if I really was under your control” Bucky started to circle him again and Zemo thought back to that moment.

Bucky was right. He did take pleasure out of seeing Bucky act like the winter soldier, as if he was completely under his control. He knew the words didn’t work and he knew the winter soldier had been put to rest but that didn’t stop Zemo from taking a chance and getting one last show of the obedient soldier.

“It was all part of the act” he tried to convince Bucky but was only met with a chuckle and a shake of his head.

“Even you know that’s bullshit, don’t think you can lie to me and at Selby’s, the way you fucking touched me as if I had no response””. Zemo remembered the feeling in his dick as he watched Bucky play the part as if it had never gone away. As he said to Sam, it didn’t take him long to fall back into line. The people of Madripoor were convinced and even to some extent, Zemo was as well. All those years ago when he first used the words on Bucky and saw the instant change from Barnes to Winter solider, the tightness in his pants came back and his eyes locked on the handsome face that looked at him like he was his handler.

And as well at Selby’s, the way Zemo had pawned him off like a slave, touching his face knowing Bucky could do nothing by stand there and take it. In that moment Bucky wanted to rip Zemo’s arm off, break it and throw it across the room. he thought every bone in his body to do that, knowing it would only give them up.

“Any chance you’ll get to control me you’ll take” Bucky grumbled, and Zemo sighed. The swinging was making him feel nauseas and he swallowed hard, the rope pressing into his neck as he did, and he tried to not strain against it. It would only cause more damage and marks to his skin which he didn’t want.

“James, you must realise I never wanted to control you before, you were simply a- “the sudden grab of his hair made him wince and stop mid-sentence. He was pulled forwards, his body curling in an awkward position as he was lifted farther from the ground so that he could look up at Bucky. The glare never left those beautiful blue eyes of his and the fingers of his flesh hand gripped his hair tightly that it felt like it was being ripped from his scalp. The pleasures of being handled by a super solider.

“Do you ever shut up, all I hear coming from that fucking mouth of yours is lies and bullshit” Bucky spat at him, and with a shove he dropped Zemo like a bag of potatoes, watching him swing back and forth, his head inches from the ground like a pendulum. Bucky turned and strolled off in another direction and Zemo took a moment to gather his thoughts.

This new Bucky was interesting. Fearless, strong, dominant. Something Zemo hadn’t met before. completely different to the submissive one he met many years ago. And yet he felt the same feeling in his dick as he did when he watched Bucky use the winter solider demeanour. He was taking control and Zemo was liking it. The toes of Bucky’s steel boots came into his vision, nearly a few inches from his face as he stopped swinging and Zemo craned his neck upwards to get a better look at that beautiful face.

To his surprise however, he locked eyes with what was being held in Bucky’s metal hand, the black and gold fingers curling around it and his stomach rolled. A leather crop, long and thin with a sturdy handle was accompanying Bucky. It looked exactly like something you’d find in a BDSM club or within a dungeon of someone’s own private home. Zemo was no stranger to this; he knew about toys and whips and chains although he had never partaken in any of it. Zemo was a man who had gotten what he wanted by taking control of others and using it against them. But now the tables had turned.

“I think it’s about time someone taught you who’s really in control here” Bucky said softly, voice husky and sending a tingle to Zemo’s dick, it instantly hardening at the words falling off his lips. Bucky began to move around Zemo who in turn began to fidget and tug at his restraints. But the super soldier had spared his time in making sure there was no room for escape. Zemo was all his now and he was going to make sure he knew it before Sam returned.

“James- “.

“I don’t want to hear another fucking word out of you… and from now on you call me Sir” Bucky growled back at him, now standing behind Zemo, and running his eyes over the suspended body. Bucky was amazed and surprised to see Zemo in such good shape despite him being locked in that German prison. He didn’t take him for the kind of guy to work out and be conscious of his appearance. Who was he trying to impress?

Zemo tried to hide the smile from his lips as Bucky demanded to be called Sir. He could see and feel the pleasure of Bucky being in control now dripping from him and he certainly wasn’t missing any chances. He was taking full advantage of the bound baron and the fact they had the apartment to themselves. And Zemo was liking it. This new James, all confident and dominating was making him hard and any moment now Bucky would see. Would see how much of a slut Zemo really was for him. For once, Zemo kept his mouth shut and he flinched as he felt the cold leather of the crop touch his bare ass.

“First things first, there’s a few things I need to get off my chest before I use you like a little whore, that’s what you are isn’t it?”.

Zemo didn’t answer and when he felt the sting of the crop on his ass, he hissed and swung forwards from the force of it. Bucky’s strength was powerful and could easily send him swinging like a wrecking ball.

“I asked you a question?” Bucky demanded and Zemo smirked.

“I thought you didn’t want to hear another word from me” Zemo said snarkily but regretted it when he felt a sharp tug on his dick. He groaned and looked up with his neck straining as he saw Bucky tightly grabbing his dick in his metal hand, cold fingers wrapping around it. he pulled tighter until the skin was taut and pinching between the plates. Zemo hissed, gritting his teeth as if he was going to grind a hole into them and Bucky stared down at him casually, enjoying him rifle in pain.

“If this is how you want to play this Zemo, I can certainly do that, Sam isn’t going to back for a while, so we have all the time in the world” he waited for Zemo to answer who was in too much pain to do so. He dug his nails into the palm of his hand to fight through the pain and heard a satisfied chuckle.

“That’s what I thought. I’m in control now, not you, not anyone else. All those years ago when you said those fucking words to me and turned me into the winter soldier. When you watched and smiled like a psycho while I pretended in that bar. While you treated me like a fucking toy to buy with Selby. That is the last time you will ever control me, that you’ll ever have any ounce of power over me” Bucky finally let go of his sensitive dick and Zemo dropped his head with a heavy sigh. Sweat was starting to drop from his forehead and leave a little puddle beneath him.

“Yes Sir” Zemo answered, and Bucky smirked, stepping back around to Zemo, and trailing the crop over his pasty white skin. Zemo shivered under the leather and Bucky decided on the first spot to punish him. He swung the crop back, slapping it hard against the skin and Zemo yelped out, toes curling in agony and fingers squeezing until his knuckles were a sickly white colour. Zemo had never felt pain like this. sure, he’d felt internal pain from the death of his family or pain from a bullet or knife, but never this type. It was stinging and overwhelming but at the same time, it was also pleasurable.

Perhaps it was the fact he was tied and at the disposal of James. Perhaps it was seeing this broken boy turn dark and fearful, having all the power to himself to use and abuse. Perhaps it was that the baron himself was what Bucky had said…. a little whore. Whatever the answer was though, Zemo enjoyed the next hit. The crop smacked him heavily, the sound echoing in the apartment, pinging off the stone walls and pillars. He lurched his back to ease through the pain and it lingered there.

Bucky hit him a few more times, seeing the sweat dripping from his now red body. The skin was warm and tingled and Zemo’s breathing intensified. He dragged the crop across his stomach, snapping it back and hitting him in the middle which made Zemo lurch and swing like a fish fresh out of water.

“Look at you, such a slut for this. you’re getting off on me doing this to you, aren’t you”?

Out of fear of being hit again, even though he wouldn’t mind, Zemo answered.

“Yes Sir” it was all true what he was saying.

“If you wanted this so badly before you should have said. I’d happily teach you a lesson earlier on if you asked me nicely” Bucky teased, strolling around him, boots meeting his eyeline and then disappearing in seconds. Bucky smacked the crop again on his ass, the whole area bright red and puffy and Zemo grunted under his breath.

“Oh, and how could I forget about you touching my book” Bucky snarled, and the next hit was a big one. The smack was so hard, the crop splitting open the skin on Zemo’s ass, blood shooting to the surface and trickling down his body. Zemo screamed, squeezing his eyes tightly to forget the torment on his ass right now but when he felt Bucky’s flesh hand grab a handful of skin, he spoke up.

“Ahh, please Jam- I mean Sir” he nearly let it slip which could earn him another spanking, but he caught himself. But secretly inside he was wanting it.

Bucky strolled around to Zemo, crouching down so he was still towering him but closer and he lifted his metal finger up, brushing away the sweat covered hair sticking to his forehead, a smirk growing on his lips as he watched Zemo wiggle in discomfort.

“Had enough” Bucky teased, and Zemo chuckled. He wasn’t done yet, he wanted more.

“I’m sorry Sir, I hope you can forgive me for my bad behaviour” he begged and Bucky grinned, scoffing as he did and he grabbed Zemo’s hair, lifting his head up.

“You are far from being forgiven, now it’s time to see what a real slut you are for me” he threw him away like a piece of screwed up paper, letting him swing. Zemo was starting to become dizzy, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, the blood rushing all over the place and his hands and feet completely numb except for the odd tingle here and there.

Bucky dropped the crop to the floor, the implement landing beside Zemo’s head, teasing him as he couldn’t reach it. Bucky hummed to himself as he ran his hands across Zemo’s battered and red body, even the slightest touch burning him. His hand trailed across his stomach to his waist and ran over his dick, picking up the hard thing and wrapping his hand around it. The cold metal of his hand stung and Zemo hissed between gritted teeth, counting in his head through the sensation. His dick had precum leaking and Bucky laughed, shaking his head as he stared down at Zemo

“Fuck you really are a slut Zemo, already leaking and I haven’t even given you a rub down”.

Bucky began to move his hand up and down, pulling the skin with him as he did, all the way to the top and squeezing so that more of his cum leaked out. Zemo was starting to lose himself in the pleasure, the thoughts and feelings taking over. Dominant Bucky, cropping him and now rubbing him off was a wild mix of emotions. All good ones though.

“Ohhh James” Zemo moaned but felt an immediate correction of Bucky’s palm against his very sore and battered ass.

“What was that?” Bucky scolded.

“I meant Sir, oh Sir that feels so good” Zemo apologised. his apology sounded sincere, as if he truly meant it.

“That’s what I thought. of course, it feels good, you’re a fucking slut that’s why, getting off on being treated like a toy to fuck.” Bucky scolded as he started to speed up his hand, rubbing faster and Zemo twitched in that cold palm of his. He desperately wanted to grab a hold of Bucky, feel like he was truly being used for only his pleasure. He wanted to feel Bucky’s lips over his dick, but he got the picture this wasn’t about him, this was about Bucky.

“I should be getting the pleasure here not you and look how nice I’m being to you and yet you haven’t even thanked me”.

“Thank you, Sir, thank you for taking the time to discipline me and pleasure me”.

“Well, you’re a slut Zemo, what else do you deserve than that” Bucky chuckled, and Zemo flinched as his orgasm was becoming closer. He could feel his cum rising to the top, that strong tingle you get when you know you need to release. He twisted and curled his feet and hands in the rope, his neck straining on the collar.

“Oh, please Sir, please may I come for you” he started to beg. Who knows what Bucky would do if he came without permission?

“God you’re already wanting to cum Zemo, makes you an even bigger slut” Bucky ignored his plea for cumming and carried on palming him, seeing the skin turn red and warm and the head twitching as it tried to hold down its release. Zemo had a suspicious feeling in the back of his head what was going to happen. He was almost there to his orgasm. He was ready to release all over that gorgeous black and gold hand of Bucky’s, the metal shining in the light and slicking off his dick.

“Oh, please Sir, please let me cum, I’m, Ahhh- “he cut himself off because from a certain stroke, it pulled a sensitive area, and he was going to cum any second now. his face was sweating and breathing so heavy.

“You want to cum Zemo” Bucky teased, and he nodded his head fast.

“Tell me who’s in charge, who’s in control?” Bucky asked as he continued to lead him on with his climax.

“You Sir, you are in charge” he most certainly was, and Zemo was loving it.

“That’s fucking right, no more games, no more stupid quips from you, no more anything. From now on you obey me” Bucky said darkly, and Zemo nodded fast.

“Yes, yes please Sir, I’ll do anything, just please can I cum?” he was begging for one final chance and Bucky grinned.

“Sure, you can” happiness filled Zemo but the second he said it, he dropped his dick, letting the hard thing fall against his chest, precum still leaking but nothing more than that. Fuck, he knew this would happen.

“But when I decide to” Bucky stepped back from the frustrated Zemo, who swung lightly from side to side.

“Fuck” Zemo whispered under his breath. This was worse than the cropping. The feeling of pleasure and your climax floating away like it’s nothing. And until Bucky said he could cum, he wouldn’t be able to. It all belonged to Bucky now. Bucky crouched down, yanking Zemo\s hair again and lifting his head up to stare down at him. his bright blue eyes were stunning to Zemo, and he instantly felt lost in them.

“Now it’s my turn?” he whispered with pleasure in his voice and dropped Zemo’s head once again. Zemo groaned to himself, his dick falling limp now, his climax completely gone and if he wanted to cum, he’d have to start again. Suddenly he felt himself being lifted higher, his head a metre from the ground. He caught sight of Bucky pulling the rope that had him hanging, moving him higher to the ceiling until he was in perfect position.

The sound of a belt unbuckling made Zemo squirm and Bucky stepped in front of him, snapping his belt off and dropping it loudly to the ground, startling Zemo.

“Now you’re going to take my dick like a good boy, and I don’t want any teeth otherwise I’m going to crop your ass until it’s bleeding, you understand” Bucky reached into his jeans, pulling out his dick and palming himself softly. Zemo stared at it like a hungry lion, mouth dropping open and eyes wide as he lusted Bucky’s member.

“Yes Sir” he whispered, completely dazed by the beautiful dick in front of him. With a sharp tug on his hair, his head was brought forwards and Buck pressed his dick into his mouth, parting his lips. Zemo gagged as the end was pushed all the way to the back of his throat, sending his gag reflex through the roof but he calmed it down, breathing heavily through his nose. The soft skin grazed over his tongue, and he tried not to bite down, knowing it would end badly for him.

“Ah fuck” Bucky moaned. He ran his fingers through Zemo’s hair, getting a good grip so he could fuck his mouth. This was all about Bucky’s pleasure now, he didn’t care if Zemo wanted to suck him slowly and gently. Bucky began to thrust deeply in Zemo’s mouth, pushing all the way to the back and not giving him time to breath. Slopping sounds escape Zemo, spit running down his face and dripping into his eyes. Bucky’s balls slapped him in the nose as he shoved his head up and down his length, groaning hard and sending his head back as pleasure shot through his body.

“God your mouth is so good, you’re just a little cock sucker aren’t you” Bucky breathed, sweat now dripping down the sides of his face. Zemo wondered if he should try and answer, but he didn’t have the capacity to do so. Bucky was thrusting so hard and fast he couldn’t articulate his mouth and even if he did, his teeth would most certainly touch Bucky’s dick.

Bucky pressed his dick all the way in, leaving it there for a good few seconds. Zemo gagged, his throat bobbing as he swallowed the sticky spit and when Bucky pulled out, he hasped for air. His face was a mess with spit and precum and his lips almost swollen from his sucking. Bucky shoved himself back in, not wanting to hear a word or sound from the annoying baron and continued fucking that gorgeous mouth of his.

Bucky could feel his climax building and he breathed hard, moving Zemo faster. His dick hardened in Zemo’s mouth which made it harder for him to not brush his teeth against the skin. The end of his dick twitched inside, and Zemo could feel his orgasm coming.

“Oh my god I’m going to fucking cum” Bucky whispered to himself, biting his lower lip hard between his teeth which almost broke the skin. His strength sometimes surprised him, and he forgot about it. Bucky felt another twitch and the tingling sensation of his orgasm was coming. A few more thrusts did it for him and his dick squirted inside the warm mouth of Zemo, shooting his cum to the back of his mouth and filling him up with the sticky seed.

Bucky groaned loudly, his head falling back as he came inside Zemo, shuddering as he now became sensitive, and he pulled himself out with a pop. Zemo took this chance to catch his breath, his mouth laced with cum and spit and as he swallowed, the sum stuck to the inside of his cheeks, on his tongue and now leaked over his lips. He was a fucking mess.

Bucky as well caught his breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead and grinned with pleasure.

“Well, what do you say?” he prompted with a patronising tone. Zemo swallowed again, the cum still lingering in his mouth, the salty taste making him dehydrated.

“Thank you, Sir, thank you for fucking my mouth” he met face to face with Bucky as he crouched down, seeing that smirk on his face. Bucky reached up, gently caressing his cheek before bringing his hand across and smacking his hard. The slap was so forceful it spun Zemo around and he yelped at the sting. It was like an electric shock.

Bucky caught Zemo to stop him from spinning and smacked him on the other cheek. He was enjoying smacking him about like a piece of meat on a hook.

“Good boy” Bucky stood and wandered around the back of Zemo. Zemo tried to lift his head to spy what he was doing but he was too sore from hanging down for so long. Unlike the super soldiers, Zemo was a regular guy so his body was unlike Bucky’s that could hold on for longer than he could. His wrists were burning form the rope, his ankles aching, his neck filled with cramps. He’d need a long bath and some cherry blossom tea after all this.

Suddenly a feeling on his dick made him come back to reality. Bucky grasped the limp thing in his flesh hand again, tightening his grip around his balls mainly. Zemo shuddered as he felt the leather crop teasing over the tight skin. Then it came, the smack.

“Ahhhh!” Zemo screamed, tugging at all his binds and squirming with every inch of movement he could use. But as he did, he only pulled against Bucky’s hold on his balls which caused more pain. He calmed himself down, breathing slowly through his nose and out his mouth. But then another smack came, and he gritted his teeth so hard he thought he was going to break them.

“Fuck James” he spat in anger and Bucky tutted.

“What have I told you about calling me that” he shrugged and slapped his with the crop on his balls again.

“Ah, Sir, please, please I’ll do anything for you” Zemo hoped it would stop this torture, but it didn’t. Bucky landed the crop on his dick, slapping the limp thing and watching it bobble up and down.

Tears were starting to brew behind Zemo’s eyes, and he groaned through the pain. Lucky for him, there were only a few more hits before Bucky came back around in front of him, leaning over and gripping his chin in those sexy metal fingers of his.

“You’ll do anything for me” he said sweetly, and Zemo nodded.

“Yes Sir, anything” he whispered, and Bucky chuckled. He dropped the crop and shuffled over to the kitchen, searching the draws until he found what he was looking for. He strolled over, wrapping a piece of thin black rope between his fingers. The act was so sexy to Zemo and he instantly hardened. He gasped as Bucky grasped his dick and to his surprise, started to wrap the black rope around his dick and balls. He threaded it through and around his balls, separating them into two smaller ones. He tied it off tightly and gave him a few strokes which made Zemo jolt.

The feeling of his dick being tied was erotic, sexual and different. A tingle ran through his body, and he itched to touch himself. What did Bucky have planned for him now?

“Tell me again who’s in control” Bucky murmured.

“You are Sir, you are in control here” Zemo answered, a grin appearing on his face as just saying the words made him lust for the winter soldier before him.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson… but we’re not done yet, we are far from done” Bucky said darkly, his mouth close to Zemo’s as he crouched down to his level. Zemo’s dick twitched in his bound state.

“I think I’ll leave you like that for a bit, let you remind yourself I’m still in control even after I untie you” Bucky grabbed something from the kitchen counter and stormed back to Zemo, bending down. Zemo caught what he was holding. Two leather straps with a thick rubber ball in the middle. Before he had a chance to react, the gag was shoved in his mouth, forced between his lips and the strong taste of rubber.

“And I don’t want to hear that fucking mouth of yours” Bucky checked the straps, making sure they were extremely tight before taking a deep breath and standing up.

Zemo groaned and tightened his teeth around the ball, sucking in a ball of saliva as Bucky strolled away, leaving him hot, red, and used, dangling like a bag of flour. But when he was out of sight, Zemo grinned and closed his eyes replaying the sexy winter solider back in his mind.

Hey so I hope you like it, I made some changes and added some more to the story so decided to repost. Let me know what you think in the comments and let me know if you think I should do anymore

Chapter 2

#bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes dom #Bucky Barnes fanficiton #Bucky Barnes smut #Helmut Zemo #falcon and the winter solider spoilers #falcon and the winter soldier #the winter soldier #winter soldier #sebastian stan #Sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fanfiction #sam wilson #sub Helmut zemo #winter soldier smut

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Masterlist

MDNI

Series

Mercy

Rating: Explicit 18+

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

To begin with, some warnings about this story: A/B/O Dynamics, Female Alpha, Male Omega, Some chapters may involve messing with the whole 'alphas are always dom and omegas are always sub' because I think nuance exists even in A/B/O dynamics, Fucking with the timeline (this is a blend of Canon, Legends, and original lore), Minimal use of Y/N (Explained in the first chapter), Reader is an alien species of my own creation and thus has a physical description, Familial bonds explored heavily, Clone rights explored heavily, Violence is more graphic than canon-typical however any graphic descriptions will be noted, AFAB reader, Not beta-read so I apologize for any mistakes.

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Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Nine Point Five - Part Ten -

Miniseries

The Typist - Laszlo Kreizler and his bitey wife

Bite - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia

Chew - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia, prequel to Bite

Swallow - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia, prequel to Bite and sequel to Chew

Oneshots

The Bath - Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader ft cockwarming

Pyrrhic - Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader ft 14k of HYDRA being the worst and Helmut Zemo being a consent king

Ctrl and Power - Ernst Schmidt x Reader ft rough sex and secret relationships

Sriracha - Dirk Brûlée x single mom!reader ft sex toys/sybian

Muse - Niki Lauda x photographer!reader ft soft femdom and bondage and breeding

What Happens in Ibiza - Nikia Lauda x photographer!reader x James Hunt ft threesomes, double penetration and anal

Requests and Prompts

Reader likes to come up behind Zemo and kiss or bite him

Roman Sionis fucking reader in his club and being a show off about it (and also he's a total switch)

Roman Sionis making female reader cockwarm him during a gang meeting

Obi-Wan Kenobi noticing female reader's tattoos after sex and pausing to enjoy them

#obi wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan kenobi #obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi x oc #obi-wan kenobi x original character #helmut zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader #baron helmut zemo #my writing #requests and prompts #masterlist #laszlo kreizler x reader #laszlo kreizler #roman sionis x reader #roman sionis #black mask x reader #dirk brûlée x reader

[bucknastysbabe]

Hi my name is Cal. I love HOTD/Bucky/fandom✨

About me: I’m a current psych major, part-time fruit chopper, Gecko mother always. One recovering alcoholic of 2 years, please feel free to reach out if you struggle or are in the same boat!!! White ass bitch from the Southeast US but will pester you with cultural questions.

I love sexy blonde Incest bitches, incel knight, and unstable metal armed man. Writing started as my sober hobby now I’ve been gifted 2% Latina!

ASOIAF/HOTD/GOT (Targaryens n Velaryons🦚, Criston🦚, Robb, Jon, Jaime)

Note: I do NOT write for Daemon or Luke

I write for marvel (Bucky🦚, Zemo, Marc Spector, Matt Murdock, Adam Warlock)

The Last Of Us (Tommy Miller🦚 and Joel Miller)

Seb Stan Characters: (Lee Bodecker🦚, Charles Blackwood, Steve Kemp, Lance Tucker)

Rdr2 (Arthur Morgan & John Marston)

Ask Box‼️: CLOSED (gotta catch up)

Short headcanons

Blurbs

Questions

Shitposting

Silly edits

Fic length one-shots

Taglist❣️: Comment here (no it’s not a threat…unless?)

Into: M/F, M/M, fem dom, pegging, sex in any position, bdsm (light), breeding kink, man tears, angst, drunk sex, switching, actually non-smut things, daddy kink

Nope: F/F (I’m really bad at writing it and cursed to be really into dicks), literally just ask me!! Dead dove and niche kinks aren’t really an issue unless it’s like gory or stanky

Tags:

Smut 🍐 || Angst 🟢|| SFW 💚 || Dead dove🔫|| Fluff🐼

Kink Bingo - Done!

Au Bingo - indefinite hiatus :(

Marvel:

***More of it is on my Ao3 linked in my bio :)

Bucky Barnes

Masterlist ✨

Baron Helmut Zemo

The Call Girl🍐🐼

ASOIAF/HOTD:

Pairings:

No Conviction - Criston Cole x Aegon II🍐🟢🔫

Aegon II Targaryen

Masterlist ✨

Ser Criston Cole

Masterlist✨

Aemond Targaryen

Misunderstandings? 🟢💚

Winner takes all💚🐼

Get a load of this guy! 🟢🍐

Prince in shining silks💚🐼

Sci-fi AU🍐🟢🔫

Pass the Crown🍐

Jacaerys Velaryon

Winner takes all💚🐼

Prince in shining silks💚🐼

Cruel Summer🍐🐼

Summer Camp Au🍐🟢🐼

A little problem, a lot of patience 🍐🐼

The PR Stunt 🍐🐼

Northron Delights 🍐🐼

Viserys III Targaryen

Unwind🍐

Egotistical 🍐

Ancient Rome AU🟢🍐

Jon Snow

The crow who called wildling🍐🐼

Maegor Targaryen

Belly of the Beast🍐🟢🔫

Daeron Targaryen

Brother Fucking Incest Spectacular🍐🟢🔫

Others:

Tommy Miller (TLOU)

Little Slice o’ Heaven🍐🐼

Dirty Talk🍐🐼

Cockwarming🍐🐼

Lee Bodecker (Devil All The Time)

You can be my daddy🍐🐼

Western AU🍐🐼

Lance Tucker (The Bronze)

God of what? 🍐

#cal rants #vermi hours #aegon targaryen x reader #bucky barnes x reader #answered asks #aegon ii targaryen #hotd fanfic #asks answered #dom reader #marvel fanfic #aemond targaryen x reader #jon snow x reader #criston x reader #asioaf fanfic #kink bingo #jacaerys x reader #tommy miller x reader #viserys iii targaryen x reader #lee bodecker x reader #hotd shitpost #Charles Blackwood x reader #lance tucker x reader #steve kemp x reader #tlou smut #lee bodecker smut #ser criston cole x reader #criston cole x reader

[boop-le-snoot]

welcome to

⚡ Welcome to Bun's Cockstop! This is a place where I thirst over cute dirty old men! Most of my works can also be found on AO3 (here).

⚡ My name is Bun/Bunny. I go by any pronouns.

⚡ I do not write RPF (real person fiction). That said, any kind of drama mongering, moral policing and other purity culture bullshit is not welcome on my blog. At best, I will block you; if you annoy me enough, I just might be inclined to prove your opinion wrong (with citations).

⚡ I am pro-ship, pro-dark!fic, I think sex work is work, I don't support communism (and Russia! seriously, GTFO) and I support the death penalty for crimes against children. If you find yourself wanting to argue w/me about these topics, don't waste our time and block me.

⚡ I communicate in English and Russian and understand several more assorted languages. Don't be shy and say hello 😌 This is my Spotify <3 😌

⚡ My blog is meant for an adult audience. It will contain topics such as sex and various kinks, drugs, trauma, queer stuff and lots of rock-'n'-roll. All the things I post are tagged accordingly, therefore it is your responsibility to block the tags/blacklist the content you do not wish to see. You choose the content you consume & I am not here to babysit.

⚡ a post with fic author recs for stephen-tony-bruce

⚡ masterlist below spoiler ⚡

stories marked with an asterisk* contain adult content

⚡ multichapter fics ⚡

party favours [AO3 link] | tony stark x bruce banner x stephen strange x reader ot4) | explicit | ~120k words | completed

practical alchemy [AO3 link] | witch!reader x established!ironstrange | explicit | in progress (hiatus)

black dog [AO3 link] | badass!reader x negan (twd) | explicit | in progress, 1/3 done

⚡one-shots⚡

tony stark | doll parts | skin starving | butt dial? no, booty call* | degradation* (dubcon) | teasing tony | nerd fishing* | love letter* (dd/lg) | bad day* | trust issues | stitches | sticky sweet* |

helmut zemo | marmalade taffy* |

bruce banner | emotional support nerd* | bondage* | lab delights* | spoiled | blindfolds & edging* | you've seen the butcher* |

stephen strange | dr. feelgood* (as seen on tiktok) | touch me i'm sick* | spellbound* | brat & restraints* | aftercare | mean!dom* (gender neutral reader) | inappropriate use of the eye of agamotto* | selfship drabbles - oral fixation, more horny brainrot | spitfire* | dazed & confused* | year after year | the leg thing* | hand/size kink* |

sam wilson | bad touch* | violent delights* (content warning) |

loki | if life gives you melons* | bondage* (nb reader, they/them) | snow day* (male reader)

natasha romanoff | hot wheels* |

wanda maximoff | caught |

bucky barnes | bother figure (daughter!reader) |

thor | idunn's apples | hired man* (dubcon) | beloved, bejeweled |

otto octavius / doc ock | horny headcanons* | i want to kill you like they do in the movies - part 1 - part 2* - part 3* (fin) |

steve rogers | it drives me wild* |

daryl dixon | cherry - part 1 - part 2* (coming soon) | untitled* | dirt* |

⚡ blurb series ⚡

daddy!ironstrange - daddy lessons* | part one | part two |

rickyl - part one*

#bun writes #masterlist #mcu masterlist #avengers masterlist #mcu smut #mcu fluff #tony stark x reader #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange smut #tony stark smut #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner smut #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson smut #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #loki x reader #loki smut #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo smut #negan x reader #rickyl x reader #daryl dixon x reader

[i3bucky]

Hi! Can I request top sorcerer male reader x bottom bucky barnes ( falcon and the winter soldier )

On their way to get help bucky has an idea of who can help them so he takes sam and zemo to readers house. Reader is happy to see bucky after a long time but also annoyed that he never tried to keep contact. Bucky tells reader they need help and reader seems annoyed that he only came to see him when he need something. Reader agrees but also gives bucky shit for it and tells them they can stay the night since it's already dark. Giving each their own room, bucky knocks on reader's door to catch up with him they end up chatting for a while but thier old feelings for each other start showing and they end up having sex. Then they clean up and sleep together holding each other.

Can it have praising ( bucky deserves to be praised) some light spanking, reader using some spells on him like making buck's clothes slowly come off by themselves and reader cumming inside bucky

Thanks :) can I also be 🐉 anon?

“long time no see?” — bottom!bucky barnes x male!reader

content warning! sub!bucky barnes, dom!male!reader, mentions of past relationships, slight angst (?), exhibitionism (?), prep, use of condoms, the reader is taller than bucky (slight mention), praise, mentions of punishment, feelings, l-bombs.

not proofread!

to say you hadn’t seen bucky barnes in a while would be an understatement, so to see him standing on your doorstep with two other men you didn’t know came as quite a shock.

“i’m sorry for the unexpected pop up, but we need your help.” he says, looking at you in earnest. you nodded, stepping aside to allow the med into your home.

“this is sam wilson and baron zemo. we ran into a little trouble and need to lay low for a while,” he mutters, standing awkwardly with the other two men in your living room.

“the first time i’ve seen you in years and it’s because you need something.” you sigh, crossing your arms and chuckling dryly to yourself. “yeah, yeah, i have some spare rooms. stay for as long as you need.” you nod.

bucky thanks you, and you could feel some of the tension in the room dissipate at your answer. bucky allows his eyes to linger on you for longer than they should’ve, an unreadable expression on his face while you show sam and zemo to their rooms.

you catch bucky’s eyes, letting a lopsided smile grace your lips. “im surpised you allowed us to stay,” bucky speaks up, breaking eye contact. you scoff, silently leading bucky back to your own room. “why wouldn’t i?” you asked. “letting three strangers into my home at two in the morning? yeah, why wouldn’t i?” you mutter, sarcasm dripping from your words.

bucky closes the door behind the two of you and leans against it. “‘m not a stranger..” he denies, a wry smile on his face. “what would you call it then?” you asked rhetorically. “everything was going so well for us, and then you just disappeared without a trace for three years, bucky.” you tell him, leaning against your dresser with your arms crossed as you stared him down.

“im sorry, okay? we just- it was scary.” he says finally, after a beat of silence. “the way you made me feel in such a short amount of time. im not used to that. ‘m not trying to excuse it, but i left because i was scared.” bucky utters, voice firm.

“scared of what, bucky? you’ve been completely absent for the last three years because you’re scared?” you asked, raising your voice. “being in love with you!” bucky gets louder, swallowing dryly after his words. “being in love with you was scary. it still is. i thought i could come here and see you after all that time, but i can’t.” he begins, taking a few steps towards you.

“i can’t look at you and pretend that im not still in love with you.” he says, quietly this time, voice soft and full of emotion. you closed the distance between the both of you, leaving only inches between the both of you. “then don’t. don’t pretend.” you murmur, before closing the small gap between the both of you.

your lips connect with his, and he smiles against you kissing back while your hands find his waist to pull him flush against you. “fuck, i’ve missed you,” he whispers against your lips, letting his hands roam.

you take a few steps back, and never does bucky detach himself from you. he shuffles into your lap, the cool metal of his hand brushing against your jaw.

you tug at his clothing, “you’re wearing too much,” you grit, pushing the leather jacket from his shoulders and helping him discard his shirt. he helps you do the same, moaning softly into your mouth as you palm him through his jeans.

he grinds against your hand, making an effort to raise his hips to slide his pants down. “now you’re wearing too much…” he whispers, tugging at your own shirt. you smile against his lips, moving one of your hands to the soft sheets underneath you to change positions.

bucky was under you, your body draped over his while you pulled down your pants and tugged off your shirt. “wait— wait, bucky,” you pant, smiling at the red blush across his face. “how far you you want to take this?” you ask, and bucky groans, head falling against your pillows. “i haven’t been touched by you in three years and you’re asking me— come over here and find out…” he grins, pulling you towards him once more. your lips connect to his once more, grinning at the way he needily pushed his hips into yours

you blindly reach over to your bedside table, pulling open the drawer to stumble and grab the lube and a condom. you help him tug off his underwear and pop the cap on the lube and rub a generous amount over your fingers.

“gotta prep you, make sure you can still take me,” you mutter, locking eyes with his and smirking to yourself. “always were a cocky- mmh,” his remark is cut short with his own whine of desperation. your finger found his rim, pushing past the ring of muscle with a single digit.

his face flushes with an even brighter red as he melts into the pillows. you add another digit and begin to scissor your fingers. the way you’re slowly tugging at is cock in tune with the pumps of your fingers has him panting into the cool air.

soon enough — and with another added finger — you determined he was stretched enough. bucky watched with lidded eyes as you rolled a condom onto your length. wanting to make it as comfortable as possible for him, you drizzled a little more lube onto your hand and spread it along his rim.

“you still okay?” you asked, checking in to make sure he was still okay. “m/n, i love you and your thoughtfulness but i would really like you to fuck me,” you mumbled bluntly. “ever the bold one, hm?” you ask, lining up with his rim and slowly pushing in.

“fuck..” he breathes, closing his eyes as you fill him up with every inch. you’re buried in him to the hilt, head dropping to his shoulder to breathe heavily for a moment. he shifts to kiss your neck, grinding his hips into yours as a signal that you could move.

you pull out, almost completely, and push in again. you gain a pace, pushing needy little moans from bucky with every push of your hips. you prop yourself up with your hands, watching as his face twists in a state of arousal.

“you gonna let ‘em hear, bucky? let ‘em all hear how you’re still mine?” you tease, reaching down to jerk his cock once more. “yes— fuck, yes,” he gasps, back arching and his moans increasing when you angle your hips just right.

“m/n, pleasepleaseplease-,” he begs softly, whining when you slow the pace of your hips to an excruciating drag, making sure to press into his prostate just right.

“what do you want, buck? ya’ gotta tell me,” you tease, taking pride in the way bucky falls apart under you. “harder, please- fuck, anything, i need to cum,” he moans, and he sounds so beautifully broken that it makes the arousal brewing in your stomach nearly boil over.

you move faster, the dirty squelch of the lube making everything that much more filthy. bucky nearly squeals at the sudden change in pace, cock twitching beneath your fingers.

“i’m so in love with y-you, oh god, ‘m gonna cum…” he rambles, chest heaving with his heavy breathing. his cocky twitches again and within moments his cum paints your hand. he clenched around you and makes you moan out, cursing under your breath as you cum seconds after and fill up the condom.

you pull out, not missing the tired whine that falls from his lips. “wow,” he breathes, smiling dazedly. “yeah, wow,” you snort, tying the condom and tossing it in your trash can. “wanna shower now or in the morning?” you ask him. “in the morning, i don’t think i have the energy for much else,” he answers, shifting in your bed.

“im in love with you too, bucky,” you tell him after a while, feeling his heartbeat against your side as he drifts away. he smiles, the feeling tickling your chest.

< i am horrible at ending fics, im so sorry >

#🍀 — i3bucky #dom male reader #dom!reader #top male reader #sub!bucky #sub!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x male reader #bucky barnes x black reader

[mypoisonedvine]

[jims-strap-on]

ABOUT:

hi i’m ash!! 27, any pronouns, genderqueer/bi/ace. i’ve been rping since 2009, and have been on fbrp since 2012. i decided to try out tumblr again. im married and have four cats.

i’m a multimuse rp account in the our flag means death, acotar, supernatural, good omens, marvel, phantom of the opera, and harry potter fandoms. my main fandoms are OFMD and ACOTAR, and my main muses are Jim, Izzy, Rhysand, Azriel, and Feyre. OC and crossover friendly.

I love writing angst, hurt/comfort, and romance, including (optional) smut. i can do either canon or AU. i especially love themes like enemies to lovers and mafia AUs.

I’m okay with dark themes such as violence, blood/gore, self-harm, drugs and alcohol, etc.

I don’t reply terribly consistently so writing with me requires patience, I work full time and suffer from PTSD/depression and can’t reply while in funks. I will not tolerate my partners nagging me for replies.

i’m not picky about reply length, there is NO need to match mine. sometimes I tend to rant and reply length gets away from me, I don’t expect the same detail in return. however I do prefer para/lit. usually I’ll write a couple of paragraphs.

𝙁𝙀𝙔𝙍𝙀 𝘽𝙄𝙊

𝙍𝙃𝙔𝙎𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙄𝙊

𝘼𝙕𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙇 𝘽𝙄𝙊

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH:

Muses: Izzy Hands, Jim Jimenez, Edward Teach, Archie, Stede Bonnet

Izzy/Stede

Izzy/Ed

Ed/Stede

Stede/Izzy/Ed

Oluwande/Jim

Jim/Archie

Oluwande/Jim/Archie

A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES:

Muses: Feyre Archeron, Azriel, Nesta Archeron, Rhysand, Eris Vanserra

Feyre/Rhysand

Nesta/Cassian

Azriel/Elain

Azriel/Gwyn

GOOD OMENS:

Muse: Crowley

Crowley/Aziraphale

SUPERNATURAL:

Muses: Sam, Dean

Dean/Castiel

Sam/Ruby

Sam and Dean (NOT shipping NOT as a pairing!! but I love brother interactions!)

HARRY POTTER:

Muses: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger

Draco/Harry

Draco/Hermione

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA/LOVE NEVER DIES:

Muses: Erik, Raoul

Erik/Christine

Erik/Raoul

MARVEL:

Mus𝙚𝙨: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Bucky/Natasha

Bucky/Steve

Bucky/Sam

Bucky/Tony

Bucky/Zemo

Bucky/Clint

Steve/Tony

AU WISHLIST:

enemies to lovers mafia boss AU: our muses are both leaders of rival organized crime rings. they are both alone in the world and have spent their lives looking out for number one, falling into a life of crime desperate for money with no other options left. could take place in the present, or 1940s brooklyn.

sugar baby AU: my muse is a successful, professional business owner searching online for a baby to take care of long term and spoil. the arrangement is strictly platonic and sexual, until feelings start to develop.

sugar baby mafia AU: our muses meet on a sugar baby website. my muse is a crime boss who is interested in your innocent muse as a live in submissive in exchange for a handsome monthly salary. your muse is interested in the world of organized crime, letting my muse show yours the ropes while providing sex as a stress relief. bonus points if your character ends up joining a life of crime and running the crime ring with mine

BDSM club owner AU: my muse is a BDSM club owner who meets your submissive character at the club and frequently run scenes in my character’s private room at the club. it turns out they compliment each other in the bedroom well; your muse is the brat who likes to work for their rewards, while mine is the brat tamer who has all the time in the world. possible kinks include degradation, masochism, knife play, bondage, spanking, ropes/cuffs, cock warming, voyeurism, praise—open to suggestions. i’m also open to a pleasure dom and eager submissive dynamic.

mafia boss/police officer AU: our muses match on bumble, meeting up at a club my muse owns for a first date. your character works as a police detective, not knowing that their date is actually the owner of several clubs which secretly are coverups for sex work and drug dealing. the very same crime ring that your muse is assigned to taking down.

slave auction AU: your muse is sold to mine at a slave auction, only my muse only purchased yours to take them away from this life, gain their trust, and slowly heal them over time. maybe my muse is also just a little lonely and wants companionship. my character keeps yours safe while only ever treating them with gentleness, which your muse is not used to after such a hard life. this could also be sunshine x grumpy, my muse being the brooding grump who has a not-so-secret soft side.

Other plots:

enemies to lovers, our characters hate each other and have frequent hate sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism to serve as a distraction. they are in deep denial about their feelings and keep the arrangement strictly physical, until they can’t any longer.

good omens only: crowley and aziraphale decide they want to explore the human act of intercourse, exploring what each other like in the bedroom as they learn about their boundaries and various kinks, leading to BDSM. they are only friends wishing to indulge in a new human interest they realize they really enjoy, leading to eventual relationship. dom!aziraphale

These are only possible specific plot ideas I enjoy, of course i’m open to anything; as mentioned earlier, my favorites are angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, found family, fwb to relationship… feel free to come to me with ANY of your own ideas! shipping/NSFW is not a necessity, i’m open to a lot!

#our flag means death rp #ofmd rp #our flag means death roleplay #ourflagmeansdeath #ofmd #supernatural rp #acotar #acotar rp #a court of thorns and roses rp #acotar roleplay #harry potter rp #harry potter roleplay #good omens rp #good omens roleplay #harry potter #good omens #drarry #mafia boss rp #roleplay #our flag means death #phantom of the opera rp #poto rp #poto roleplay #phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera roleplay #marvel rp #marvel roleplay #bucky barnes rp #bucky barnes roleplay #marvel