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jadedvibes · 2 years

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Marked

Summary: Your secret relationship is nearly exposed when Natasha spots Bucky's neck covered in hickeys.

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected rough sex, lots of hickeys, swearing, pet names, fluffy feels, very minor angst, protective natasha, avengers tower au, beefy!bucky (he needs a warning).

Word Count: 1.3k

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“Hey babe, I’m really sorry,” Nat sat down beside you on the couch, looking at you with a sad smile.

You furrowed your brows, trying to process her words. What did she have to be sorry for?

“Um, why?”

“Because of you-know-who,” she subtly nodded her head towards Bucky chatting with Sam in the kitchen. He was laughing at something Sam had said, and despite the fact that he was wearing a hoodie, the hickeys on his neck were still visible. She knew you couldn’t miss those prominent love bites.

Nat was well aware of the giant crush you had on the dark-haired supersoldier, and she also thought that those feelings were requited. Bucky had seemed entirely enamored by you ever since you joined the team. She couldn’t believe he would do that, especially because everyone including him knew how you felt. You must have felt terrible about the whole situation.

“Oh,” biting your lip, you willed yourself not to react. Nat could read you like a book and you didn’t want her to know about the sordid details of this chapter. Not yet at least. “He’s a grown up, and he can do whatever he wants,” you stood up in haste, giving her a nod before walking back to your room.

She missed the wink Bucky shot you, and the way you smiled at the ground as you left.

Bucky assured you that the marks would heal fast, giving you free rein to do whatever you wanted to him. Unfortunately, it wasn’t fast enough.

“What the hell?” Nat muttered under her breath. She figured his actions must have hurt you so much that you couldn’t even properly react to it. Deciding to confront the man himself, she stormed into the kitchen, pulling out a chair and sitting next to Sam.

She glared at Bucky as he finished up his story, catching the eyes of both men. Sam exchanged a look with Bucky, neither having any idea why she was staring like that.

Bucky grinned at Nat cautiously, “What’s up?”

“She was literally in the room, and you couldn’t think to maybe pull your hood on, or wear a scarf?”

“Nat,” he tried to think of an explanation, but the truth wasn’t his to tell. You asked him not to. “It’s no big deal,” he lied.

His time with you was everything, and he couldn’t fight the flashback his brain had of you in his lap the night before sucking and biting his neck as you rode him. If only Nat could see the state of your chest and the marks that you had thanks to him, she’d know there were no hurt feelings.

Sam watched on, trying to keep his face neutral because he already knew about the two of you. He’d seen Bucky slip out of your room a few mornings ago, however he respected your privacy and kept your secret. Although, he had no problem teasing Bucky about it when you weren’t around.

“Live your life, but you could be more respectful of her feelings,” she said before standing up and leaving.

Bucky pursed his lips as he looked at Sam.

“Should’ve covered it up, man,” Sam smirked.

Nodding his head, “Yeah, for her sake.”

“What are you guys waiting for?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I’m letting her set the pace, it’s up to her.”

┈┈┈┈┈・・

“Fuck, Bucky,” you cried out as his powerful hips snapped into you at a relentless pace. The sheer look of pleasure and determination on his face made you shudder as you watched him take you apart. Your legs wrapped around his waist, an impulse for more; to be closer, to be consumed.

Metal fingers began to circle your clit, making your body contract beneath him.

“Oh baby,” you whimpered. He fucked you like a god, a self-assured divine being.

Bucky smirked, “Do you like that?” His fingers continued their sweet torture as he took what he needed. With each fierce thrust he brought you closer, to your end, to his soul.

Unable to speak, you watched your perfect man lose himself inside of you.

It hit like lightning striking your body, electrifying every nerve with blissful euphoria. You threw your head back as you heard your pulse ring in your ears, wet walls squeezing tight around his cock.

Unable to think, simply feeling the sensory overload.

He groaned out your name as his hips stuttered erratically. Pushing impossibly deeper, he came hard. Shuddering his release, pumping himself empty inside his favorite place.

Collapsing on top of you, he kissed you softly before turning you on your side as he stayed nestled inside of you.

Dark blue eyes connected with yours, his thumb dusting over your bottom lip.

Tangling your hands into his hair, you pulled him closer, pressing your lips to his. Tongue sliding between his parted lips, chest pressed against his, close.

This was where you were supposed to be.

Bucky pulled back and playfully started peppering your face with kisses. Down your jawline, all over your cheeks, on your nose, and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling.

“Bucky!” you tried to grab his face. But he wouldn’t relent, gripping the back of your neck, kissing you until you were squealing in laughter.

He loved that sound, he adored seeing you so happy. How Nat could ever think that he’d go for any other girl was not something he could comprehend. Bucky only had eyes for you.

“Doll,” he kissed your lips before letting you catch your breath. He couldn’t wait any longer, he had to know. “What are we doing?”

“What do you mean?” you whispered.

“Why are we hiding this?”

You sighed. “Because I want this to be our thing for a while longer, we’re having fun aren’t we?” you grinned, not understanding his concern.

“Of course we are, but… this is more than just fun for me,” his eyes searched yours.

Oh this sweet, soft man.

“Then we’ll tell the team, we can tell anyone you want.”

“Really?” he beamed.

“Yes, really. It’s more for me too, I don’t want you to think for a moment that it isn’t. I didn’t want anyone casting doubts on us – but I’m sure about you, so it’s okay.”

“Thank you, I can only take so much mad-dogging from Nat,” he breathed a sigh of relief. Although, his true solace came from the knowledge that the feeling in his heart was reciprocated – he was damn well certain about you too.

“Right, because that’s your thing, isn’t it tough guy?” you teased. His penchant for staring often intimidated others, but you knew the kind-hearted man under the hard exterior.

Bucky narrowed his eyes, rolling you on top of him in one swift movement. His hardened length still inside of you told you that the time for talking had ended. Your hands fell onto his strong, broad chest as you held yourself up, ready to take him for a ride.

His fiery gaze landed on your breasts, the heat from his stare capable of scorching the earth. He ran his warm fingers over the fading marks he’d left from the night before, admiring them.

Desire flooded your body and when your eyes locked, an idea came to your mind. “Why don’t you bite my neck?” you raised an eyebrow.

He sat up, the offer one he wasn’t willing to pass. Bucky trailed his lips along your jaw, nibbling his way down until he whispered, “Only if you promise to bite me back,” he licked up your neck.

With a racing heart, you circled your hips before grinding down on him. “Deal.”

There was no point in concealing this connection that meant so much to the both of you. And as his teeth bit down on your skin, a rush of arousal ran through you. The sting of his possession, the way he felt so deep inside you; this was it.

The two of you would likely tell your friends the following day about your relationship – or they could just take a look at the matching marks on your necks that let them know exactly who you belonged to.

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗼 𝗬𝗼𝘂

pairing: dark mob!bucky barnes x stewardess!reader

concept: Like clouds dancing in the air giving the setting sun a reason to live, that is how you came into his life.

word count: 2k

warnings: possessive Bucky, dark Bucky, dubcon/noncon (to be safe on the kidnapp-ing, drug—ing), desire,lust, p— in-—v, mile high club, man—ipulation mature themes, edging, fingering, nickname ──(Princess, Sweetheart)

a/n: Written for @the-slumberparty April Mob AU Challenge. In the midst of my muse going off and on, I finally received the muse to finish this story from the writing fairies to submit it on the last day.

The prompt: “If it wasn’t meant to be, you wouldn’t fit me so perfectly.”

lovely beta:@lunarbuck & @targaryenvampireslayer

line divider by @s-tarksintern ──the cute gif/moodboard made by me

Masterlist

Despite the distance, I can still sense you.

What a waste of time.

You feel your heart sink as you realize you have been stood up. You try to distract yourself by focusing on the flickering candlelight on the table and taking a deep breath.

It's as if the radiant flame is a reminder of your feelings for him, a reminder that won't go away no matter how difficult the situation gets.

His deep crimson eyes, burning intensely, ran wild during lustful nights and burned so hard every day you were with him.

This light was visible only to you.

His possessiveness and jealousy, however, were like melting wax into molten tears of your fears as you fled. That night, when you left him, it ached for you, but you knew it was time to leave. You left, never looking back, never feeling his piercing light again. His hold on you was more than physical; it was as if he treated you as if you were his property and wanted whatever he thought best for you, regardless of what you wanted.

You are finally free.

Fresh air is the most beneficial thing for you. You have to venture into a new atmosphere, experience a new life, and encounter a new man.

Recharge from him and getting a fresh beginning.

The waiter comes with a drink.

"On the house. He doesn't deserve you for standing you up."

You had the feeling that the restaurant staff were watching you and were sorry your date had not arrived. You’d been holding on to the idea that he was stuck at work for almost two hours but after sitting at the table alone and stupid, you’re giving up hope.

You quickly down the drink, hoping it will give you some relief from the humiliation and arduous wait.

“So much for romance,” you mutter into the glass.

"Maybe your man is nearby," the waiter says softly in fear as you stare at him in confusion.

Your attention is drawn to the door as he points to it.

A stone wall surrounds you, and suddenly, the air is thick as syrup.

It feels like your body is drained, your arms and hands are heavy, and every movement feels like a struggle, as you grasp the table, feeling numb. There he stands, him, with a bouquet of roses in his hand. A smirk escapes his lips as fire returns to the room.

But you keep seeing blurry figures, hoarse voices, and the sensation that your body is swallowing. The room looks like a slow-moving carnivorous scene. Air around you feels heavy and thick, as if it is tightly wrapped around you, suffocating you.

As if your body is turning to stone, you feel helpless, but a touch brings a sliver of reality when blue ocean eyes and “You can’t be taking free drinks from a stranger, Sweetheart. Just sleep and it will be okay.” Fingers stroke your cheek and you keep your eyes open.

“There is no escape.” He kisses you on the forehead, and you see darkness.

Your eyes only belong to him and he looks forward to seeing them again

It is only when you see his shadows and feel the beating of your heart that you know where you were.

Though you want to run, you return to him by the hand of the universe. In his hands.

A smirk appears on his face. “Hello, Lovebug. Our paths cross again. I want to know why you ran from me. Nobody, not even you, runs from me." His deep voice carries anger while his eyes focus on you.

“Where am I?”

You see him stare down at you and tap his glass of Scotch, but you realize you are not at his house but on his private jet. In the midst of the peaceful flight across the clouds, you can sense the jet moving peacefully.

But you are next to the darkest cloud of the world.

There is only one dark king in the world of mobs, Bucky Barnes.

You can feel yourself being pulled into darkness, unsure of what the future holds. “Fuck you.” You take his glass and throw it across the plane.

You slap him hard across the face, causing his head to snap to the side. The sound of the slap echoes throughout the small plane.

His eyes suddenly sparkle with rage as he pushes you back against the jet's cabin.

As you stare at his lips, he licks them.

This is the end for you, and you know it.

His touch is electrifying, and he seems to sense it. With an inviting smirk, he leans in closer, leaving you with no doubt as to his intentions.

He will make sure your words are moans for his name with a single touch

He reaches down and pulls up your dress, then slowly runs to your underwear. His fingers glide through your pussy. You can feel your heart beating faster as his touch enthralls you, as he brings you to the edge of pleasure. His eyes are dark and lustful, and he whispers, "I know she's ready for more. Let's make her happy, the king is home." Keeping his thumb firmly pressed against your most intimate area, he rubs it back and forth rhythmically, and you surrender to his words and the touch of his fingers.

He slides two thick fingers deep into your pussy, and you whimper. "Don't tell me you don't want me," he growls, leans in and bites your bottom lip, as his other hand grips your throat, fingers pumping you hard.

He aggressively takes your lips. His body shakes and he collapses onto you, exhausted. His breath is hot in your ear as he whispers your name. His tongue slides through your mouth as your whole body melts against him. He breaks the kiss and he looks down at you with a satisfied smirk.

His body is trembling, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

His hard body presses against yours while he moans.

He adds another finger to your pussy and your eyes roll back. His touch sends electric pleasure waves through your body. His growl echoes the intensity of those feelings coursing through your body. "I will give you more so you know you are mine." His fingers send you over the edge, your moans growing louder in the room.

Biting your lip and trying to stay upright, you roll your eyes back in your head.

Like clouds dancing in the air giving the setting sun a reason to live, that is how you came into his life.

The stewardess of his private jet bandaged the shallow cut on his arm in silence when he won a fight and was on his way home. A sense of hope and possibility was brought by your unexpected arrival. He was given a glass of bourbon by you to ease the pain, but all he wanted was to feel the touch of your hands on his skin to soothe the wound. The sun shined through the plane that day as you flew in the air, he kissed you on the lips to claim you as his.

The world was in his hands in every aspect, and even the air obeyed him, so there was no place for him to hide. Even though you attempted to run from the lifestyle, his hands were visible on your skin every second of the day and you were his.

In this moment when you know he is tracing what is his, you want him to trace more.

Your body moans at his touch.

You are left utterly frustrated when he suddenly draws his fingers from you.

You want to scream, but the sound never escapes your lips. He is playing a game, and you are on the verge of losing badly. Your breathing is heavy, and your eyes sting with tears yet to fall. In this moment, you feel trapped by overwhelming sensations and powerlessness.

A soft whispered apology graced your lips. "I didn't mean to leave you. I needed air."

With his back to you, Bucky smirks in response to your unease, none of which he wants you to feel. Taking off his suit jacket, he turns to you as he removes his tie, unbuttons his shirt, and slowly rolls up his sleeves.

"Come here," he whispers softly.

You stand, weighing your options, knowing you have none, since he is always a step ahead, forcing you to bend your knees to him. There is nowhere to hide or scream. He seems unimpressed after you take a few steps to ease up under his obedience.

“Come here now,” he says harshly. He is not backing down, and his tone makes it clear that you have no choice but to obey his order. It is unusual for him to repeat himself, and his eyes are burning.

You obey, not wanting to anger him further. He sneers as you walk over, your heart beating wildly. He grabs your arm and pulls you closer, his breath hot on your face.

"I'm going to give you two options, baby," he growls. "You can take my cock, or you can cry while I make you take it."

Bucky has everything in his life, from power to his girl.

He ignites my flame once again with his words

Your pussy takes him in as he grinds his hips against you. His breathing becomes heavier as he takes you in. Every movement is torture and ecstasy simultaneously. His gaze is locked on you and he moves closer to deepening the connection between you and him. He feels like there's no one else in this world, but the two of you. He has been under his spell since the moment he laid eyes on you.

"Don't you need me, Princess?" he whispers softly, grabbing your jaw. But you can’t answer. "Answer me, baby," he says in a low, growling voice as he thrusts inside you slowly. "Or I will not let you come all fucking night!"

Your body burns and you know he will keep his promise, making your suffering even worse. You are his to take. You whisper, "I need it," into the air.

“Yes,” he growls again as your flesh yields. "You are..." He tightens his fingers around yours as he grinds against you. "Mine." He thrust faster and harder. In. Out. Faster. Stronger. The thrill of his body thumping into you was apparent in every thrust.

"If it wasn't meant to be, you wouldn't fit me so perfectly. Look at our movement as one, darling." His breathing is heavy and ragged as he pushes himself in deeper, claiming every inch of your body.

His words, touch, and excited expression make you lose your breath.

He whispers darkly, "Your pussy is so happy to see me." His movements are precise and calculated, and you arch your back and wrap your legs around him to push him closer with each thrust.

You can feel the pleasure building up as your orgasm is quickly approaching. Finally, you reach the peak as you tremble and moan.

Your freedom from him slips away from you.

Once again, you have crossed a dangerous, fine line, as Bucky said, you have nowhere to run. You have no choice but to take on the consequences of your actions. You watch the clouds move across the sky as you move with him in rhythm, knowing that no land can hide you.

Your voice echoes his name, and they remain until the end of time

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frostironfudge · 1 year

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Redemption

Summary: Max Burnett taught you everything and so did Nick Fowler. Now, they don't appreciate being double crossed. So naturally you have to pay up to earn forgiveness. Will you earn redemption?

Paring: Max Burnett x F!Reader x Nick Fowler, F!Reader x Special Guest.

Word Count: 4.0k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, you are responsible for the media you consume. smut, shameless smut, darkish content, a spoiler for sharper and 355, p in v, edgeing, multiple orgasms, oral m recieving, dom/sub, hard doms, degradation, punishments, spanking, choking, fingering, clit play, nipple play, swearing, possessive behaviour, use of drugs for kidnapping, Max and Nick are well hard doms, even though max might have a bit of a switch vibe, knife play, cuffs, aftercare, hickeys, nicknames meanings will be mentioned on first use of the nickname, praise kink, mild dub-con vibes, if i missed anything let me know

A.N.: i didn't know i could write this much filth also these two together menaces, but i love them.

Main Masterlist // AO3

Keep your breathing even.

Let them think you’re knocked out cold still.

Don’t flinch at the pinch in your arm.

Stay alert.

Footsteps, retreating, one person. Medium build.

Chair scarpes, neglected and worn wood.

Beeping, microwave.

Scents, cheese melting.

Don’t move a muscle. Don’t give away your hunger. Don’t think about it.

Rustling, foil unwrapping.

Clinking, cutlery on a plate.

Footsteps, moving closer, one person. Medium to heavy build. Two total.

Hands on yours, the rope being cut. Soft breath.

The rope remains tethered.

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.” The male calls out, the cutlery clinks against the plate again.

The earlier footsteps come closer again.

Max. You recognise the voice a moment too late.

Why would he? No.

“You knew all about it.” Nick keeps his voice even. You hear Max chuckle and hum.

Nick’s palm cups your cheek. Max tuts disapprovingly. The warmth from Nick’s touch recedes.

An unspoken conversation occurs and Nick stands back.

“Agent Fowler, don’t they teach you not to touch what belongs to someone else?” The plate is set down, Max grabs your hair, “Wake up, little tesoro (treasure).” He tears the blindfold off and you blink. You’re pulled off the bed, on your knees.

Shitty hotel room. Curtains drawn. Another room outside this bedroom.

You look up at Max.

“I’m very cross with you.” He states, “Double crossing me?”

“Max it isn’t–,”

“Fucking liar!” He grabs your jaw harshly, “Don’t give me those damn doe eyes I taught you to use.”

“Max.” Nick warns, you hear the click of a gun. You don’t look at him. He wasn’t supposed to find you.

You had made sure to cover the tracks. Lead Nick down a cold trail ending somewhere on the west coast.

“Agent.” Max says with equal mocking. Staring at you. His blue eyes blaze with anger.

You try to speak but he tightens his grip, all that moves past your lips is a squeak.

“You can’t be this upset being fucked over, what did you consider her your protege?” Nick takes a step to the foot of the bed. Gun still pointed at Max.

“Aren’t you?” Max finally looks at the CIA Agent.

Nick clenches his jaw, eyes falling to you. You take a peek at him from the corner of your eyes. Slate blue-grey eyes regard you with disappointment.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Nick shrugs.

Max laughs, hollow. The way he did when he told you about Madeline. You hated the sound of his hollowed out self.

“Oh please, you trained her yourself. To come after me. She’s as much as your little subordinate as she is my little protege.” Max looks back at you, tilting your head back, he leans in, remnants of his aftershave flood your senses, “Aren’t you?”

He makes you nod your head, your lips unable to move.

“Max, let her go.” Nick warns.

“You know Nick. I don’t want to, and she’s going to help me teach you a little lesson.” Max beams brightly. Your stomach twists.

“Ask your superior to hand over his gun. You know the same way you asked him to fuck you in his office.” Max lets go of your jaw.

You remain silent, Max tightens his grip on your hair, you whimper.

“Max.” Nick warns, your eyes meet his, you blink back the tears.

“Ni-Nick,” You plead.

“You know I can’t.” Nick states, you shift, kneeling on the rough carpet hurting your bare legs.

“Nick please, please. Just listen to him. I gave you everything you’d need. Please. I won’t let him hurt you. Nick please.”

“So pretty when she begs isn’t she?” Max wipes the tear from your cheek, “But you know all about that, tell me Fowler, fucking her part of the teaching act? Or did you actually feel for the little base level bright eyed agent?”

Nick’s eyes widen in the slightest.

“Oh please, you think I don’t keep an eye on broken little things I take in? Or keep an eye on fuckers that have their eyes on me?” Max chuckles, “Now hand over the gun or it won’t do either of us good seeing her in pain.”

“You wouldn’t.” Nick calls his bluff.

“I wouldn’t? Did the little baby lie about the time I left her out in the cold? Did she not tell you how harsh I can be to her? The way I can be both her punishment and salvation.” Max raises a brow, he makes you arch your back, lips brushing against yours as he bends close enough, “You only sang my praises? Good girl.” he whispers against your lips.

Then turns your head to look at Nick, he bites the inside of his cheek at the display.

“Are you jealous?” Max sneers, free hand trailing from your neck to your collar bones and then sternum. Nick’s eyes follow the movement, “Hmm, he is, well, well, well.”

“Nick, the gun. Hand it over.” Your voice is even this time. The agent’s nostrils flair.

Nick aims the gun to Max’s leg. Max holds a small gun to your head. Nick’s stance waivers, he gazes at you. Your eyes are on him.

Nick exhales, irritated, he turns the gun, holding it out for Max to take. The conman undoes your binds.

“Go on little tesoro, take the gun of the nice agent.” He coaxes. The heavy metal comes into your hands. You swallow, “Point it at him.”

Nick raises his hands as you point the gun at him all while you knee. Max pats your head, kneeling his palms slide over your outstretched hands, he gingerly plucks the gun from your hand. Kissing your cheek.

His actions and his words have your mind reeling.

Was this a con you were pulling on Nick?

Was Nick working with Max to get you behind bars?

“Now go get the other little toys he’s carrying.” Max instructs, standing and pointing the gun at Nick.

You move to stand, Max tuts again. “Crawl.”

“You’re fucking sick, you son of a bitch,” Nick growls.

“Oh please, I’m letting you enjoy the show.” Max shakes his head, tendrils of his hair brush his cheekbones.

Your skin heats, cheeks aflame. You crawl to Nick, kneeling at his feet. He watches you with an apologetic expression. He reaches out to touch your cheek. Your eyes close at the contact.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you Nicky?” Max mocks. Nick glares at him.

“Pupils dilated and well those pants I hope are doing you justice unless that is another gun. Look at that little tesoro, he’s turned on by you like this, he’s turned on by seeing me order you around.”

“Get the guns.” Max reminds you, making you look back at him. Then up at Nick.

“You know where they are, don't you prinţesă (princess)?” Nick speaks softly, you nod.

Your hands reach for his left ankle, the smaller holster sits there, you turn to Max.

“Crawl.”

“Max, please.” You plead, he had to be fucking with you. He couldn’t be this cruel.

Max narrows his eyes, then rolls them, “Check him for other ammunition then you can stand, little tesoro.”

You knew from experience where Nick hid weapons on himself. He had a gun tucked into the back. Your hands tremble in the slightest, as you move behind him. Underneath the navy suit jacket tucked is the gun with the silencer.

You take it away, Nick keeps his gaze steady on Max.

“Why are you demeaning her?” He questions.

“Playing good cop? Okay I’ll bite.” Max gestures for you to stand. You grab both the guns and walk over to him.

“You see Nicky,” Max’s smug smile only adds to Nicky’s ire over the nickname, “I’ve been fucked over by a redhead before, I’m sure you know what that feels like so when,” the tip of his gun touches your temple then your cheek, he tucks it under your chin, “This sweet little prize waltzed into my life you could colour me surprised.”

“She’s fucked you over.” Nick states.

“She fucked you over too.” Max adds.

The two stare at you, you look at the wall ahead.

“So what should we do with you?” The cold metal taps your jaw. You look at Max.

“Get on the bed prinţesă.” Nick orders, you look towards him. He’s leaning against the wall, hands tucked into his pockets.

“Go on, listen to Nicky.” Max prompts stepping away from you. He smiles at you, there isn’t an aota of anger in his demeanour anymore.

“Max.. what is going on?” He doesn’t answer; you turn to the other man, “Nick?”

“Get on the bed, don’t make Max angrier, I don’t think you would prefer me to be angrier either.”

You get on the bed, both of them on opposite ends of the room. Watching you, their blue and grey predatory gazes drinking you in, you pull down the hem of the dress on your thighs.

“Nick, Max…” You want to ask, all of your facial reading abilities give you nothing from their masks.

Nick saunters over, a relaxed smile on his face. He hands Max the two pairs of cuffs. The bed dips under his weight. Your hands spread out each cuffed to one end.

Your breathing hitches when Max’s palm is wrapped around your throat. He smirks, giving your neck a squeeze.

Your thighs clench, your body betraying you.

Nick chuckles, “Always so responsive isn’t she?” He muses. Max nods pulling away from you.

The two of them observe you from the foot of the bed. Asking questions is not productive. You know they know about the double cross you pulled on either side.

Your I-will-disappear bag and passport aren’t here, which means you never got away quick enough. From either of them.

“It’s clicking into place.” Max grins at you, “Always so very smart. Always such a good girl, little tesoro. Till you weren’t.” He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, you’ve learned a lot from the both of us. You tried to keep us both happy and fucked the both of us over. You know you have to be punished, prinţesă.” Nick licks his bottom lip.

“I wasn’t going to betray—,”

“Oh you weren’t?” Max exaggerates his words.

Nick pulls out your bag from under the bed, you stare at it, “Little liar aren’t you?”

“I wasn’t! I promise.” You plead, pulling against the restraints.

“You want to make it upto us?” Max questions, tilting his head to gauge your response, searching for even a flicker of insubordination.

You nod, “Please.”

Max looks towards Nick. The latter hums audibly, contemplating but the gleam in his eyes has you know he already decided.

Max hands him the small blade. Nick climbs in next to you. The flat edge of the knife trails over your right leg, when Nick reaches your thigh he taps the blade twice.

Your legs part for him, the blade catches on the hem of your dress. He begins to tear it apart. Leaving you exposed to them. The dress hangs off of your shoulders.

“I think we need to see a little more skin don’t we Max?” Nick asks rhetorically, your breath hitches as he traces the tip over the swell of your breast, the straps cut through.

You bite your lip, Nick presses a soft kiss to your sternum.

“Be good.” He warns, your bra falls in tatters around you.

Max joins in on the bed, fingers brushing along your inner thighs, then higher he hums appreciatively as the wetness seeps onto his fingers.

“My, my, little tesoro. You really want to be a good little slut for us.” The panties are shifted to the side, his fingers brush over your folds, you whimper. Max keeps his teasing movements going, watching the way you keep coating his fingers.

Nick cuts through the fabric, leaving you fully at their mercy.

Nick reaches forward his thumb and index finger twisting your nipple. Max begins to circle his thumb around your clit. You bite your lip not to make a sound.

A sharp sting on your cunt has you cry out.

“You do not hold back those sounds.” Nick reprimands and Max’s palm stings against your pussy. You clench around nothing as you moan. Twisting against the cuffs.

“You want our forgiveness?” Max taunts, his palm leaving redness in its wake as he spanks over your inner thighs. Nick strokes your cheek, softness in contrast with Max’s harsh spanks.

“Please.” You plead, Nick shakes his head.

You’re turned over, hands crossed and laying on your stomach. Max breathes deeply, the fabric of your dress cut further and taken off.

You feel Nick grab your hips lifting them higher, your shoulders strain as the pull of the cuffs has you arch to find comfort.

Max sits next to you, making you look at him. He smiles, your lips part to apologise but you cry out as Nick’s palm comes into contact with your ass.

“Trusted you prinţesă.” He hisses, massaging the flesh, then alternating his harsh spanks you twist and wiggle to no respite. Tears brim over. Max’s index finger wipes over them and then the other side with the back of his fingers. He provides you with no other gentleness. Instead watching Nick continue.

How long had it been you don’t understand or perceive. Spanking alternated between the two of them. After their set of ten they’d tease your folds, cooing at the needy way your pussy would want their fingers to fill you up. And they did, long thick digits stuffing you. Getting soaked by your arousal. Thumbs tapping your clit, at the edge of bliss and then nothing.

Nick switches with Max again, he offers his soaked fingers to you, your tear stained cheeks pull no leniency this time. Your lips part to clean his fingers.

Not a word of praise.

You’ve been good, you apologised.

Yet nothing.

Just pain.

It stopped feeling good too.

“I’m sorry!” You cry out at the next spank. Sniffling you bury your head.

Body fell flat against the bed, your arms stretched to their maximum to opposing ends. You feel the sting of both their palms spanking you at the same time.

You sob, crying out broken sorries.

The cuffs are undone and you’re turned around again, Max unzips his jeans, his cock hard and waiting. He pulls you down along the bed. The sheets add to the burn on your ass. You grip them.

Max rubs his cock over your folds, “You thought you could lie to us?”

“I’m sorry.” You hiccup and then moan as he slams into you. Filling you up so good the burning ache numbing with each thrust. Pleasure overtakes your body.

“Little tesoro, I’m so fucking mad. I trusted you so much.” Max grunts, “Fucking pussy’s so fucking,” he groans, your leg wrapped around his waist, “Addictive. Going to make you our little cumslut.”

You clench around his cock. His thrusts are hard and fast, “Look at Nick.” Max grunts out, “Fucking vice like grip.”

You look up, Nick watches you, his hand leisurely moving over his cock. You lick your lips. He smirks.

“You want a taste, prinţesă?”

“Oh she does, fucking velvet walls can’t get enough.” Max pulls out, you mewl at the loss.

Nick stands, cock bobbing against your cheek as they have you lay across the bed so your head hands off of the edge.

Both of them thrust into you, your mouth and pussy fill at the same time, eyes rolling back as they thrust in sync. Nick tweaks your nipples and you moan around him. Large hands on your breasts, cupping and squeezing.

“Fuck—I missed this lying mouth.” He groans, he places a hand on your throat feeling himself thrust deep. “You’re going to make such a pretty cumslut, prinţesă.”

Max grabs your hip, fingers on your clit circling adding to the unravelling pleasure that begins to take over after all the edging.

Pleasure courses through your veins, you arch up, the sheet fisted both of them moan your name.

Max fucks you through your orgasm, your mouth slack even as Nick pulls out. Hoarse moans of Max’s name leave your lips.

“Going to fill you up.” Max’s hips stutter, he groans spilling into you. His palm grabbing your jaw, your knees pressed to your chest as he kisses you. It’s sloppy, needy, all consuming. Biting down on your lip as he pulls out of you and pulls his lips away.

Your chest heaves, Max sits back against the bed and Nick grabs your legs, you’re pulled to the edge and flipped over. He grabs you by your neck, pulling you up.

Your back against his chest, your hands grab at his, his cock spears you, you cry out his name. Nick’s thicker girth makes you feel fuller, his head brushing against the spot that has your legs trembling.

He knew you wouldn’t last, he was counting on it, “such a pretty cunt. All ours to use isn’t it?” He squeezes your throat, his fingers rub harshly on your clit. You nod, “Please, please, please—,” a strangled plea leaves your lips as you cum yet again, slumming against Nick as he ruts into you.

Your spasming walls don’t allow him to last long, “Your mouth is fucking wonderful but this? Divine. You aren’t getting away from us.” He promises, your lips meet his as he cums inside you as well. His kiss is equally claimant, his dominance harsher. His stubble burns against your skin.

As if the two of them want to share you but want the other to know who actually owns you.

Aftershocks thrum through your body. Nick pulls out, you feel the mess coat your thighs. Max kneels on the bed, holding you up as Nick leaves. He wipes your tears, cupping your face.

Water runs and the door shuts, a warm cloth is moved upon your body, you hiss as it brushes over your sensitive flesh. Nick turns your head to the mirror on the opposite wall your body is littered with hickeys and marks of them.

“There isn’t going to be a punishment next time if you pull this stunt, prinţesă.” Nick warns.

You blink, they meet your gaze in the reflection.

“Exactly little tesoro. You did well for us. Maybe there is redemption for you after all to be our good girl.” Max kisses your cheek.

“Do you understand?” They ask, you nod.

“I do.”

“Whose are you?” Max raises a brow.

“Both of yours.” Your answer pleases them.

“Will you ever run away?” Nick narrows his eyes.

“Not unless you both are where I have to run toward.”

You’re kissed again, one by one.

Rewarded by tongues and wandering hands.

Laying between the two their fingers inside you, making you cum apart between them. Over and over. Late into the night or early into the day they allow you rest.

You pull away from bed carefully, the two of them in the seating area talking softly, you search for clothes but you only find Max’s hoodie and Nick’s briefs. Your bag had the other essentials but not any clothes. They would sedate you to move you again. You try to not let the thought curdle in your chest. Wearing the clothes, you head into the kitchen.

Bags from a local burger joint are on the small table. You stand at the doorway, fiddling with the sleeves.

“Ah there she is, my little thief.” Nick chuckles, “Come on we have your favourite curly fries.”

“And strawberry milkshake mixed with half of vanilla.” Max holds up the cup.

You stare at the food and drink.

“Oh you don’t trust us?” Max shakes his head amused, “Told you.” He says to Nick. He reaches for the fries and eats a random one, making a show out of chewing it. Holding his arms wide as if to show no damage to himself.

Nick does similarly with the milkshake, taking a sip and making a face at the combination but again nothing happens to him, “We’re good to you. We’re safe. Unlike the place you planned on running toward.”

You giggle at their antics. Padding over to them and taking the spot between them. You eat the food, and drink your milkshake, being their good girl. They smile, no anger or disappointment in their eyes.

“So will the two of you ever be inside me together?” You ask randomly, popping a fry in your mouth the two of them begin coughing not expecting that question. You laugh padding over to the counter that harbours the water bottles, unscrewing them you quickly hand them their bottles and take your own.

“Sorry, I thought…” You look away shyly.

“Maybe we do your fantasies after we’re done with your punishments.” Nick suggests, rubbing his chest.

You look from him to Max, he takes another sip of water, “Little tesoro, we aren’t done punishing you yet.”

“I understand. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking clearly.” You agree with them. They nod.

Max reaches for a french fry and slumps forward. Your eyes widen, “Max!”

Nick’s eyes turn from the slumped over conman to you, you stare at him accusingly, he stands, you watch him reach for the gun on the side table but he falls forward as well, “Nick!”

Their eyes are open, you wipe the panic from your face, rolling your eyes.

“Oh don’t worry, soon it will be a nice little sleepy time.” You promise, eating another fry and dusting your hands off, “Well these past hours have been very entertaining but I have some very important business to attend.” You stand, moving over Nick’s body towards Max. Their eyes have the anger yet again.

“Oh it’s just a little drug. The way you drugged me.” You smile at Max, taking a deep breath before dragging him along the carpet to the bedroom. You cuff him to the bed frame. Leaving him watching you from the ground you head back to drag Nick back inside.

“Max and Nick, the two of you were right, strength training has its perks.” You grin, cuffing Nick works the same way. You sift through their bags for clothes opting for Max’s since they wouldn’t have any stitched in trackers. You’d ditch them anyways.

They helplessly watch you strip down, and put on clothes. You open your seized bag, the hidden pocket still has the keycard you need. You smile at them.

“Well boys,” you saunter over to them, then spot your shoes, wearing them you make your way back. You place a kiss against Max’s soft cheek then Nick’s stubbled one, “Thank you for the fuck, I don’t appreciate the spanking.” You wink, “Maybe we can continue this another time.”

You close the door gently, you’re just outside of New York you crack your stiff neck. Reaching for the burner tucked into the sole of your shoe you dial the number.

“Hansen and Barnes’ or Barnes and Hansen’s Services.” The cheery voice greets you.

“Llyod.” You greet walking down the steps towards the road. Hailing down a cab.

“Ah, sweetheart, grumpy here was angrier than ever.” Lloyd informs, you shake your head at his nonsense.

“Well he can meet me at his favourite place. Oh and I have Fowler and Burnett tied up.” You inform, he whistles, impressed by your antics.

“Get there, I’m sure he’s excited to meet his Doll.” Lloyd teases, “I’ll tell him. Text me where they should be.”

You hear a muffled sound then punches and groans, you use the time to text Lloyd. You get down from the taxi at the first subway station’s steps.

“Doll.” Bucky greets over the call, making you smile.

“Hi, Bucky. I missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. I hear you’ve earned redemption?” He enquires.

“I have.”

“Good girl. Knew you would make me proud. I’ll meet you at our favourite place in an hour.” He promises.

“An hour Mr. Barnes.” You affirm, he chuckles.

“I’ll see you, Doll.” Bucky promises before the line goes dead.

You break the flipphone, dropping it on the platform, kicking it onto the tracks and then leaving the station with the hood up.

-x-x-x-x-

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cevansbrat0007 · 9 days

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Coming Soon: The Marked Ones

Introducing The Marked Ones, a brand new shifter romance featuring Bucky Barnes, Ari Levinson, and Steve Rogers on their quest to find their fated mates. More to come!

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awesomerextyphoon · 8 months

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You: Awww!!

Sam: What?

Bucky: She saw a baby.

You: Leave me alone you two!

Bucky: It's just that your eyes light up whenever you see one.

You: I can't help it! I love it when they're eyes light up in wonder! Everyday is a new discovery!

Sam: I get it.

You: I don't know why, but I wanna protect their smiles and wonder. Lord knows I know what it's like to lose them.

Bucky: I know, doll. I know.

You: thanks for the hug, Bucky.

Sam: I need to call Sarah.

You: OOH! Ask her if my Jollof Rice recipe worked out!

Sam: I will. I will. Don't you worry.

You: Hey! The baby's waving at us! Hi baby!

Bucky: The baby's waving because we've been standing here for five minutes.

You: So!

Bucky: So, the parents are looking worried.

You: Shit! We gotta go! Don't look Bucky!

Bucky: Aww! The baby laughing.

You: Really! Aww-Damnit! The mom's giving us a look.

Concerned Mother: What lovely couple. A bit strange, though.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x female reader #sam wilson #james bucky barnes #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fic #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x plus size reader #bucky barnes x woc!reader #bucky x woc!reader

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mrsfrankadler · 2 months

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Handsome Stranger

ransom drysdale x reader, carter Baizen x reader

A/N: okay why is this man so fine.. put him in jail this has to be against some law somewhere. my god.

- can be a standalone but you’ll wanna read this first, a little backstory for ya🤷🏾‍♀️

Warning: Ransom is lowkey an asshole, bad flirting, swear words 😓

Summary: You finally let rich boy Ran take you out. Let's hope he doesn't ruin his chances… [ 🤣 ]

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Nobody's POV

When you and Ransom arrived to location of the party, it was a big white house illuminated by the floor lights leading to the door.

You just stared in awe. You weren't used to this. Not big parties or being surrounded by loads of rich people. Just staying in with Jake trying to make your way down the watchlist. You never would've guessed you'd be here in front of this modern mansion, with this super fine rich guy in the seat next to you.

"What are you thinkin' about?"

You were pulled back to reality. You turned your head to face him.

"Nothing." You deadpanned. You couldn't let this cocky bastard find out you were nervous. "Let's go."

You quickly got out of the car, being careful not to roll your ankle over the gravel in your heels and made your way to the door, Ransom following closely behind.

When you reached the door, Ransom leaned forward to knock and rested his other hand on the small of your back.

As you waited by the door, he started to rub your back.

"You sure you're okay, gorgeous?" He pulled you closer to him by your waist. You sighed trying to think up something to say but you were saved by the bell. The door abruptly opened to reveal a slightly disheveled redhead.

Her auburn hair was littered with thin braids and there was a dark brown eyeshadow clouding her kind, green eyes.

She looked to Ransom first, subtly squinting her eyes at him before greeting him. "Ransom." Clearly they had met before... Then she turned to look at you.

"Hi, pretty!" She held out her hand for you to shake, "What's your name?"

"Y/N." You took her hand and the coldness of her rings tickled your skin.

"Wanda, nice to meet you." She winked.

Y/N POV

She invited the two of us inside of the spacious estate and the loud pop music flooded my ears and vibrated my head. Looking around, seeing designer jewellery and old money, I became hyper aware of my surroundings. I began to feel inferior, not good enough to be here. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest and my eyes darted around frantically until they landed on the open bar across the living room.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in, tugging Ransom by his arm to whisper in his ear, "I'm going to the bar, find me there later." You looked to Wanda, "excuse me." And left for the bar.

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Making your way to the bar you set your eyes on the last free bar stool and started to make your way to it, but just before you could get to it, someone swiftly sat there instead, causing you sto stumble slightly backward.

You cleared your throat in annoyance, "Uhm, excuse me.."

The person who took your seat turned around slowly with a slight smirk on his face. He had curly, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, were you going to sit here?" He looked up at you, the flirtation evident in his tone.

"Yes. I was." You replied, matter-of-factly.

"Well, I'm sorry princess, but I can't give it up." You furrowed your brows, "I was here first." He stayed smiling and shrugging.

You figured you had no time for bullshit tonight; so you turned around ready to walk away, you guessed you'd just have to find a drink elsewhere but he grabbed grabbed your wrist before I could get anywhere.

"Oh- wait!" What now?

Y/N POV

When I turned around, he had long wiped that smirk right off of his face, it had now been replaced with a sincere apologetic look.

"I- I'm sorry if I came off as an asshole." He sighed. "I was trying to flirt..."

Wow, flattering.

"Yeah well, nice job, Romeo," I retorted.

His brows scrunched together, but he smiled at my joke.

He started to pull me closer by my wrist, "I just wanted an excuse to talk to you, I guess. You're very beautiful."

You felt your face grow hot, he was so smooth with it. He had managed to push you away and reel you right back in within minutes and you were most definitely falling for it.

"Thank you." You giggled at his compliment.

"What's your name?"

You told him your name.

"Well. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He winked and you snickered.

"Wow, never heard that one before."

He chuckled before standing up. He must have been around 6 feet. "Have my seat, princess."

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Nobody’s POV

You and this charming stranger began to talk and the conversation was flowing effortlessly. You had learned his name, Carter, and the fact that though this was his party, it was his parent's house. He just wanted to host here because it's much bigger than his loft in New York.

You had soon taken a liking to Carter. Though he was cocky and the beginning, you came to find out he was just trying to flirt and in reality he was quite sweet.

Inevitably though, your relaxed conversation was soon interrupted when a heavy hand suddenly landing on your shoulder mid sentence. Ransom.

"Ransom!" The brunette exclaimed. "How are you, man? It's so good to see you." Ransom must be pretty well known.

The two men shook hands firmly as Ransom suspiciously looked between you and Carter before replying to Carter's greeting.

"So, what are we talking about?" Ransom huffed.

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You slumped into the passenger seat of Ransoms BMW, rolling your eyes as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

See, when he came over to you and Carter, you expected the two of them to start conversing about rich man activities like boats or golf or something, but instead Ransom thought it would be a good idea to pick a fight and accuse Carter of flirting with his girl.

"For the record, big-head, I am not your girl. Don't get it twisted."

He just sighed looking on at the road and gripping the steering wheel, "Okay but, he's.., he's not man enough for you, not good enough. He's recently 20, practically a kid. I'm comin' up 27, I can provide."

You sarcastically mouthed, "wow." to yourself as he rattled on about how much better he is

"Well, what kind of woman do you take me for thinkin I'm gonna run off with some other guy when I'm supposed to be your date to the party." You turned to look at him, your eyes shooting daggers.

"I'm sorry." He momentarily looked down. He could be an asshole sometimes but he seemed genuinely sorry.

His vintage beemer came to a slow outside of you and Jake's shared, little house,

"So... we going to your place or should we go to mine?" he furrowed his brows trying to convince you with that stupid, sexy little smirk. You just laughed to yourself in disbelief.

"You know what you can just drop me right here, thanks Ransom." you replied sweetly, trying not to break. You swiftly got out of the car, trying not to roll your ankle on the concrete and made your way to the door.

"Well, I'll see you later?" He called out.

You yelled back, "Don't hold your breath, Ran."

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A/N: welp. Ransom is being a dick. shock horror🤷🏾‍♀️. (somebody give me motivation and ideas).

#fem!reader #ransom drydale x you #ransom drysdale x reader #carter baizen #carter baizen x reader #knives out #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale smut #sebastian stan #chris evans #woc!reader #poc!reader #black!reader

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whoreforsamwilson · 3 months

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Runner, Runner

Warning: NO PLOT, fem receiving, language, MDI

"Fuck," I whimpered gripping the sheets.

"Sam, please I can't take it anymore," I whined, begging him for him to stop. He pushed my back in making me arch my back deeper.

“Shit, you're so tight." He groaned The sound of his voice sent shivers down my back. I could never get enough of this man, but right now I need a break.

"You take me so good, baby." He moaned, thrusting deeper.

I let out a whimper trying to get away from him, "Uh-uh c'mere, and take this dick."

He growled his words slurred as he started moving faster I was panting harder, trying not to come.

I knew he had some built-up stress from the last mission he was on and I was just trying to let him release, but this, this is something different I never tried to run from him before.

He pulled me against his chest and he continued to thrust inside of me.

I let out a loud moan as he rubs my clit, making me jerk under his hand and his cock, hitting my clit at each stroke.

I screamed out my orgasm, gripping his arms for support. My eyes rolled back when a wave of pleasure washed over me.

I felt my legs start to shake uncontrollably, Sam didn't care he held me unsteady his strokes became slopper letting me know he was close to his edge.

“Cum in me,” I moaned.

“Fuck,” he grunted, finally cumming. We collapsed together, both breathing heavy and sweaty.

I could smell him on me. It made me want more.“You ready for round two?” He asked grinning.

He chuckled lowly before pushing up on his elbows staring into my face with lust. “You know that's gonna be a little difficult seeing as we aren't fucking right now.”

#captain america #sam wilson #sam wilson fanfiction #sam wilson x black!reader #sam wilson x woc reader #sebastian stan #marvel #anthony mackie #bucky barnes #bucky x reader

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callmelinamfsnow · 2 years

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I have a Sebastian Stan x Plus Size!WOC smut I wrote like last year that is a lot longer than I remember.

Anyone interested? 👀👀

Wouldn’t mind dropping a little sneak peak if y’all were 😏

Edit: I dropped it.

(I’m still working on “Four Days Later” don’t worry)

#without saying too much #it involve major role playing lol #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan #Sebastian Stan x plus size!reader #Sebastian Stan x WOC

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jadedvibes · 2 years

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Wanted

Summary: You consider ending things with Bucky after seeing a girl come on to him, but it's not that easy, and you get a hard reminder about who he really wants in the clubhouse bathroom.

Pairing: Beefy biker!Bucky x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected rough possessive sex, oral sex (f), fingering, brief exhibitionism/semi-public sex, mirror sex, jealous and angry reader, biker slang/culture, slightly toxic angsty vibes with a happy ending, a lot of swearing, pet names, beefy!bucky (he needs a warning).

Word Count: 1.6k

Like, comment, and/or reblog to put a giant smile on my face ♡

Leaning against the counter you tried to slow your breath and calm down after what you had just seen. A slutty little sweet butt, practically grinding herself against the man you’d been seeing – the man you thought was yours. Hell, he hadn’t told you that you were his old lady, but countless nights tangled up in his sheets at the clubhouse had you thinking that you were something more. Anything more.

You watched the way he smirked at her before you finally got sick of the sight and stormed into the bathroom down the hall.

Embarrassment flooded you as you realized what a waste your efforts with him were. You tried your best to play it cool, go easy and casual with Bucky because that's the pace that he set. But now you knew that he was just stringing you along out of convenience.

Deep blue eyes locked with yours as you stared into the mirror, the brawny biker slipping into the bathroom behind you.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could ya Buck?” you sneered at his reflection.

“C’mon darlin’, don’t be like that.” His big, warm hands slowly slid around your waist from behind.

You turned in his hold, glaring up into his stupid gorgeous eyes. He towered over you and his large frame took over the cramped space. Why did he have to look like that? All broody, and irresistible, and annoyingly beguiling. Just having his hands on you made you want to fall down the rabbit hole, pretend like it didn’t bother you, as if your heart wasn’t on the line and you were perfectly fine – but then he smirked.

Anger rose up your chest as you looked at him, grinning at you like he did at her. Rage took over. “I’m fucking done with you!” you shouted, shoving his broad chest away from you, but he didn’t move an inch and you hated how hot that was. His body emanated power, and his presence made you weak.

Bucky’s eyebrows raised, his mouth slightly opening as his gaze darkened. “Nothing happened, and nothing was gonna happen, honest,” he declared. He sounded sincere, and you despised the way you felt your hard exterior fragment at his words.

That smug smirk graced his lips again, and you wanted to slap it off, or more honestly, kiss it off.

“You didn’t want something to happen with her?”

He crowded you, pushing you up against the counter behind you, close enough to feel the heat permeating off his body. “Now why would I want that when I have this sexy little spitfire right here?”

You rolled your eyes, biting your lip as you fought to hold onto your resolve the best you could. God, you just wanted him to hurt a little bit, wanted to be the one to walk away. “You don’t have me, Bucky.”

Gently running the back of his knuckles down the side of your face, his gaze flickered from your mouth to your eyes. “Don’t I?” he questioned, unaffected by your lie.

Gasping at his arrogance, “You son of a bitch.” You were done, this was it. He was used to getting his way with every girl he came across, but you weren’t going to give the self-righteous bastard the satisfaction.

His gruff voice broke your train of thought. “Because you sure as hell have me.”

Your breath hitched as you looked into his dark dilated pupils – he meant it.

“You’re only gonna break my heart, I don't think we should –”

His lips cut you off before you could end it. His tongue was hot and determined. His hands moved up and cupped your jaw as he held you in place, kissing you until you couldn’t think. Until you forgot why you were mad in the first place, only knowing that you needed him.

“You can’t quit me, baby,” he whispered against your lips. His hypnotic eyes reminded you that you were too far gone; his lips against your neck as his rough hands slid down and up your skirt, kneading your ass harshly cemented his possession.

With his sinful blue eyes transfixed on yours, he dropped to his knees between your legs and licked up the length of your inner thigh. Heat bloomed in your core as you gave in, watching him kiss his way up your thighs, biting into your flesh as his eyes held yours. Whimpering out, you tugged him closer, needing more. Bucky chuckled darkly before burying his face in between your thighs, licking and sucking you through your lacy g-string. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of your panty and eased them off before swiftly hooking your leg over his shoulder and swiping his hot thick tongue through your wet folds.

Your hands fell to his hair, holding him in place. “So fuckin’ good,” he groaned under his breath, his eyes closed in pleasure as he licked you from your entrance to clit, over and over again.

Without warning he shoved two thick fingers into your center, working you over as his tongue fixated on your bundle of nerves. The cool metal of his rings sliding against your hot skin created a delicious contrast. You moaned in between gasps of air, watching as he took care of what he knew belonged to him. The grip on his hair got harsher and he could tell you were close, feeling your needy muscles quiver – his favorite tell-tale sign.

Unable to control yourself you trembled in pleasure, body convulsing as you came undone. “That’s it, baby,” he purred, helping you through it, curling his fingers deeper inside of you. Mischievous eyes watched in appreciation, his chest swelling with pride as you whimpered out his name.

While your anger had been snuffed out to embers, your passion for him reignited the flame.

You coaxed Bucky to stand before tearing at his shirt, pulling his cut and flannel open so that you could nip at his neck. You bit and sucked your way down to his tattooed chest, leaving your mark as you went.

Tugging at his belt, you swiftly undid his jeans, desperate to feel him. Before you could wrap your hand around his heavy length, he gripped the back of your thighs and pressed you hard up against the wall across from the mirror; where you could watch as he wrecked you.

Holding you there with his hips and hands, he leaned forward to capture your lips before lining himself up; only pulling back a split second to watch your face as he buried himself inside of you, driving home with one hard thrust. You gasped at the stretch and intense familiar pressure. Bucky had fucked you so many times, but that first plunge never failed to take your breath away; always reminded you how no other man could ever fill you so right.

His hips snapped into yours mercilessly, striking you roughly again and again at an unwavering pace.

You threw your head back and lost yourself in a daze, incapable of uttering a word. Fuck, you’d let him do whatever he wanted if he’d keep on using your body like that.

“You’re all I want,” he growled, his teeth on your neck.

As he recklessly thrusted in deeper than imaginable, you almost missed the quiet click of the door. But then your eyes locked in the mirror with that dumb skank that wanted your man.

Her eyes nearly bulged out in surprise and you took the opportunity to toss her a devilish grin as Bucky took you apart. That’s right bitch, mine.

She scurried off right before your back arched off the wall, your muscles tightening around him.

“Oh, fuck –”

“Takin’ all of me so fuckin’ well,” Bucky grinded his pelvis into you, rubbing your clit each time he bottomed out, knocking the air from your lungs. He was lost in you, and all you could do was take it. Wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, you pulled him impossibly closer, until your walls spasmed as you shattered in his arms. But he wasn’t done with you; he rutted into you hard, watching proudly as your body quaked between the wall and him. You clenched him perfectly, pulsating around him so hard it sent him over the edge.

You bit his lip as you felt his thrusts grow erratic. Bucky groaned out your name as he jerked violently, emptying himself – branding your insides with his hot release.

He’d be happy to spend the rest of his days living in you. His brain was foggy, but his heart knew who he was supposed to be with. Resting his forehead against yours, he panted as he tried to calm down.

Wrapping your hand around his jaw, you smiled softly. “I love it when we fight,” you admitted.

He chuckled and squeezed your thighs. “Me too, darlin’,” he nipped your lip. “But I’m starting to think you start these fights because you know how it’ll end.”

You giggled at his words, he was onto your game. “Maybe I do,” you whispered just before your lips met his for a soft, sweet kiss.

You were everything he wanted in a woman, you gave him more than he ever thought he’d find in his world. Right then, he made a mental note to stop entertaining the advances of other girls. His soul was already taken. But damn was it true, the fights always led to the best sex.

Carefully pulling himself out, he gently set you down, keeping his arms around your waist as you stood on wobbly legs. Your smudged eye makeup, those gorgeous sultry lips, and the way you looked at him – Bucky was a goner.

You were his weakness, and he knew then what he’d never said out loud – all he needed from this life was his bike, the club, and his best girl.

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flordeamatista · 10 months

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𝗙𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗠𝗲

pairing: artist!bucky barnes x mermaid!reader

concept: With each wave, the ocean speaks of truth, and the flame of his passion is you.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: fluff, tiny angst, poetic kissing, ocean kisses, reader siren abilities, manipulation, twisted love, desire, lust,

a/n: thank you to @aquariusbarnes for giving me the idea of artist!bucky and mermaid!reader

lovely beta: @writing-for-marvel and @lunarbuck thanks for always hearing my rants about this daydreams

gif and moodboard made by me

line divider @s-tarksintern

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In the air, on his land, and in your sea, the magic of our love fills the world.

The sun is brilliant in the sky as the boat sails across the ocean waves. It glistens off the water's surface as it transports seawater waves and salty air scented with seaweed to his senses. There is a feeling of calm in the air, and the sound of the waves washing against the boat notifies him of your coming.

A lovely breeze echoes your name over the waves.

The horizon is an endless line of blue, and the ocean's enormity is humbling.

In a few seconds, a seagull is soaring over the expanse of still water. Its wings spread wide, catching the thermals from the sun-heated sand, lifting it higher and higher into the sky. The setting sun lights up the feathers, giving the bird a golden glow.

There is a sudden rippling of thicker and thicker waves across the mirror of blue water. The seagull notices the change and quickly flies away, leaving the ocean to its own fate. The vast expanse of blue filled with foam attracts him despite this, since he sees a beauty in it.

An emerald tail emerges from the depths. As you float along, colorful fish swim around your arms. Reaching out to touch them sends the fish swimming away. Your skin feels warm, and you can hear the sound of the water as it ripples around you with each breath you take.

Mermaid goddess, you rule the seas and even dwell among the living, but you have no idea that his heart swims in rhythm with yours. Though you have no knowledge of it, you hold a power over the sea, and his heart beats in time with the motion of the waves.

Your gaze turns to the artist of the land, the one who captures every emotion of your heart.

In his arms, you find comfort in the world of possibilities he paints for you. There is a sense of peace in his love, as it provides a shelter from the tumultuous waves of life. His works of art are your solace, and you can feel your spirit illuminated with each stroke of his brush.

Your mermaid tail floats from the surface as the sun shines through your gills and your colors reflect in the light.

Painting your grace and elegance is one of his favorite things to do. Your beauty inspires Bucky, and he constantly feels motivated to capture it. He wants to share the beauty he feels in you with the world.

An everlasting masterpiece is what he aspires to create.

Whenever he paints you, it is like he is writing you a love letter. With every stroke he puts on the canvas, he expresses his love for you, and Bucky becomes enchanted with the work.

A stroke tells a story about a man's innermost desires, and you are a window into his soul and a key to his art.

It's as if the sunset speaks of love.

The ocean is infinite blue, and you are the prettiest color he's ever seen.

An emerald green spray of light reflects off the sea under the fierce rays of the sun. Stunning colors and textures are created by the sun's heat and light dancing over the sea surface.

The salty breeze fills the air, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the senses. At that moment, it is as if everything in the world is still, and the only thing that matters is the sea's beauty.

You.

With each wave, the ocean speaks of truth, and the flame of his passion is you.

With the right lines and colors, he depicts it on his canvas.

Bucky is amazed by its beauty, the way light and shadows blend. He realizes that beauty is in nature and in his own heart. As he paints with each brushstroke, he lets his passion shine through, creating art that speaks to his soul.

The moment he shows you his completed work, he is pulled into the water swimming next to you. Your hands find his lower back, and you hold him tightly so he can float. The sun reflects off his wet white shirt, and you catch a glimpse of his chest as he gracefully swims through the water.

You cling to him and twist his shirt, trying to keep him afloat since you can feel him sinking.

You can feel the warmth of his skin against your fingertips as his arms circle your lower back and almost touch your waist, pushing your lower bodies together. The heat flowing through you makes your senses flash in heat, and you crave more.

When he kisses you, he nips on your lips, intensifying the kiss as his hands roam around your upper body, branding your skin with his touch. This touch is one you want marking you today, every day, and until the end of time.

He breaks the kiss slowly, still holding you close to him, burying his head in your shoulder.

As he whispers the ocean melody, he recalls the beauty of seeing you surface in the waves. Kissing your face, he explains to you how he plans to paint what he is kissing and how he wants to showcase every inch of your body.

Bucky pulls back and looks into your eyes, wanting to make this memory last forever.

In an attempt to seize his lips again, you pull him forward and bring him back to your lips. With a firm grip, you tug him close to you as your hands run through his soft hair. This elicits a deep chuckle in his throat.

The two of you remain intertwined as you run your fingers through his hair, down his neck, letting your hand trail into his neck before coming to his front. You tease down his chest, undoing his buttons when you reach them and allowing the waves to assist you in doing so.

His soul is moved by the sea's voice that calls out to him.

You have been planning this from the moment you laid eyes on him. Taking him to your world that will be his new world.

He has no choice but to follow you, his heart pounding as he realizes he's been possessed. His delight at the splendor of the underwater kingdom overcomes his trepidation as he dives deeper into the ocean.

Bucky follows you forward with you into the ocean depths, enchanted by your beauty.

In the dark depths of the ocean, you are the only source of light.

It is as if your eyes penetrate his very soul. You watch him let himself go as he does with his paintbrush when you watched him paint you for weeks. It is as if his growing fear is washed away by your touch and singing. "This land cannot be captured in a painting anymore, Bucky, as you have the ability to become one of the greatest treasures in the world now. My treasure only.”

Bucky kicks a little, his hand fighting against every motion of the water. Your gentle voice holds him as you whisper, "Let go,."

The closer he gets, the stronger your pull is. Your song is mournful, and your eyes seem filled with tears. You sing of how lonely you are, how you need someone to fill the longing within your heart. He wants to be that someone.

It is as if his growing fear is washed away by your touch and singing.

Your song tells him not to be afraid, for it is his destiny to be with you. You are unable to live without him, and only he can free you. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring your lips to meet his. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close as you kiss him like he was the air you need to breathe.

As you kiss him underwater, you drag him deeper into the ocean. As long as you hold him, he doesn’t care.

Darkness envelops you both deeper and deeper.

Upon reaching the bottom, you smile at him and let go of his mouth.

With your lust and love, he drowns.

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frostironfudge · 1 year

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Run Little Bunny - Nick Fowler Smut

Summary: Nick loves the chase that leads him to you.

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ Main Kink: Chase Kink, smut, p in v, thigh riding, nicknames - little one, bunny, implied oral, pwp, dirty talk, possessiveness, mild Dacryphilia, size kink, nick fowler is a warning

A.N: so my writer's block is getting unblocked slow and steady i thought i'd complete my kinktober prompts and make it Smutmas?

Word Count: 1.4k

Main Masterlist || AO3 || Kinktober/Smutmas Materlist

You hear his rapid footsteps behind you, crunching the leaves and twigs. Even though the forrest has its own sounds to shroud you in the darkness.

The burn in your muscles isn’t an ache yet, you’ve been training for this, put your body through hours of training to run. From him, towards him.

You cut through a clearing hiding behind a larger tree trunk. Covering your mouth and nose to reduce the sound of your panting.

“I’m going to find you, Bunny.” Nick’s voice echoes, the deep timber rough between his own pants of air.

You keep silent trying to figure out if you can dart behind the tree towards another clearing which would lead you out of the forest.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are Bunny.” He chuckles darkly, sounding closer.

“I can smell you, sweet, decadent, panting and pretty pussy aching for my cock.” He calls out. Your thighs clench. Fuck.

Your feet dig into the mud, pushing away from the trunk.

You look behind, the moonlight glints off of his blue eyes full of lust and mirth at the chase you’re putting him through.

“Run my sweet, Bunny.” He warns, you take off yet again, Nick gives you yet another head-start, the air thrums with your fear as well as need for him.

He chuckles, eyes gleaming in the darkness.

You look behind and he isn’t there standing in the clearing anymore, just as you give a sigh of relief you collide into him.

Your hands move to his arms to steady yourself, the material of his suit jacket soft under your sweaty palms. He chuckles, then gives a deep inhale, a growl rumbles in his chest.

“How are you going to escape now little one?” He challenges, your eyes move from his face, illuminated by the moon, the shadows bringing out his chiseled features, his scent — woodsy, hints of tobacco and vanilla surrounds you.

His hands are by his sides and your skin aches to have them upon it, pulling you close, grabbing you not letting you escape his ministrations — fingers, mouth, tongue, cock.

A low whine slips past your lips, you don’t want to run. It only adds to his mirth.

“Is Bunny tired of running?” The moonlight accentuates his raised brow and bottom lip being bitten by his teeth, a bemused smirk gracing his inviting lips.

You shake your head, shifting closer to him as the chilly air bellows around the two of you.

Nick moves forward, his steps have you back track pushed against the tree trunk its rough edges digging into your back through the material of your well his shirt.

Each step of his as dangerous as the prowl of a predator. He smirks, when your breath hitches. Dark azure eyes drink in the way your thighs clench.

“Who is going to save you now little bunny?” His hand reaches for your jaw, tilting for you to get a better look. He tuts, “Hurt yourself baby.” His thumb swipes over the cut you hiss as it stings.

The sound cut off when you feel his thigh press against your core.

“She’s weeping for me,” He hums delighted, lips brush over yours as his thigh presses further against you, taut muscles press further drawing a whimper from you.

“Nick,” you whisper against his lips, he takes your bottom lip between his own, biting down. You arch against him, hips moving on his thigh to relive the ache, as a spark of pleasure makes its way up your spine.

He guides your hips over his thigh, loving the way the material sticks to his skin due to the mess you’re making.

He makes sure to grind his thigh further and further against you, your eyes close, orgasm drawing close, he had edged you earlier before the chase. You craved release, you don’t even hear your pretty begging — please Nick, please, please, please—

“Go on bunny, soak my thigh.” He commands, you find yourself shatter, shuddering only adds to the stimulation upon your clit.

Nick swallows your moans with a searing kiss. No longer his hands at your sides, both on your hips lifting you up, your limbs wrapped around him. The fabric of your panties tears then, shrouded by the sounds of your lips and teeth clashing together in a slopping kiss.

Your hands move to his shoulders, hips moving against his pelvis the fabric of his pants soaking your arousal.

Your needy whimpers melt against his tongue.

He pulls away, thin rings of blue gleam watching you grind against him with parted lips.

“So eager aren’t you bunny?” He comments, fingers tangling with your roots, tilting your head back, his lips latch onto your neck.

“Are you that eager for your orgasm? You want me to fuck you right here? You want to claim my cock in the forest? Oh bunny, tell me.” He nips at the sweet-spots on your skin he knows and placed himself; drawing out moans and clouding your mind.

All you can think about is his hard length, the way his tip pulses in your cunt or in your mouth.

“Bunny use your words or are you already cock drunk?” He chuckles his short stubble, brushing over your sternum, you shiver.

“Need you, Nick.” You acquiesce.

Pushing you against the tree again, he shifts back, you aid the removal of his jacket and white shirt.

The planes of his chest coming into view, scars scarcely littered over his torso. Your mouth waters as your palms move over his taut muscles, biceps flexing and veins in his forearm prominent.

You undo the button of your borrowed shirt, Nick pushes it half off of your shoulders.

He groans appreciatively at the sigh of your skin, his older marks still present.

“Mine.” He growls, mouth latching onto your hardened nipple, you moan, he bites down on the nub. You cry out for him, only feeling your arousal grow.

“Undo my belt.” He instructs, mouth moving to the other nipple, your mind melting you reach for the belt, the metal clinks as you undo it.

Tugging at the stupid clasp of his pants, you huff frustrated. He only laughs, reaching and undoing it with one hand. Pelvis supporting your weight.

Other hand leisurely playing with your nipple. He ruts against you, one fabric only between his thick cock and you.

“Nick, fuck me please.” You cry when he bites down on your nipple again, you don’t realise when he got rid of the layer between you two but the edges of his cock rub over your puffy folds, gathering your arousal.

Your head thrown back as he sinks into you inch by lovely inch the wet squelch resounds the air bellows around you both, amplifying the sound of your shared moans at the sensation.

Nick watches as his cock sinks into you completely. Enamoured at how you take him so well each time.

“Fuck, so fucking pretty, taking all of me.” He praises, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him, he watches your skin shimmer in the moonlight over the sweat and tears he caused.

“Who is making you feel this way, bunny?” He questions, withdrawing himself.

“You.”

He slams into you.

“Who has your cunt feeling so full?”

“You”

Another thrust, deeper.

“Who do you belong to, bunny?” He moans as your walls clamp down in answer.

“Belong to you.”

He speeds up his thrusts driving into you with moans and a bruising grip he only grins devilishly when you moan, arching and offering more of your skin to claim as his own.

“That’s right—fuck—bunny, you’re mine—fuck, squeezing me so tight,” he groans feeling your walls spasm, on the precipice of another orgasm.

Your tears only urge him on the pleasure simmering, gaining crescendo, making it’s way to every nerve ending with each hard thrust.

You cry out his name, Nick bites down on your neck, making you howl louder than the cold wind whipping around you.

“Cum for me.” He roars, his own mouth parted in a moan of your name as your spasming walls trigger his own release spilling into you, his thrusts slow down, to a slow grind, aftershocks still make their way through you and your glazed eyes watch him.

Nick smiles satiated, his lips brushing away the stray tears of your pleasure. Humming at the salty taste.

“Want to run again, Bunny?” He teases, earning himself a weak smack on the chest prompting him to laugh.

“Shut up, Fowler.” You warn, clenching around him and he groans at the sensitivity. Clearly the earlier hours spent buried inside you catching up to him too.

“You know how to make me shut up, little bunny.” He raises a brow, you pull his face closer, another kiss that has him groaning against you.

-x-

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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His Savior

Summary: Do you have what it takes to save a wounded man's soul? Bucky Barnes sure seems to think so. And he doesn't much care if you're willing or not.

Warnings: Smut, DubCon, Cock Warming, Prisoner Reader, Kidnapping (referenced), Drugging (mentioned), Light Stockholm Syndrome, Manhandling, Cursing, Potential Future Stucky (if you squint), Minors DNI

A/N: This is a dark fic unrelated to anything I have previously written, so please heed the above warnings. Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Let me know what you think.

You’d been sitting like this for the better part of an hour.

“Please, sir…” You sob as your hands grip the table in front of you. “Can-can I please move?”

Having only recently returned from a mission, he’d sought you out the moment he’d arrived back at the hidden compound. And now you were perched on his lap, while his thick, hard cock remained nestled deep inside you. Keeping him warm.

“No.” Bucky growls before slicing off another piece of apple. Using his knife, he holds it to your lips. You shiver at the gleam of the blade when it catches a hint of sunlight, sending memories flooding back.

Reminding you of a time when you used to be free.

“Not hungry, moya dorogoy?” My darling. Your captor purrs as he traces the seam of your lips with the chunk of fruit, even as you shake your head no. “You need to eat. You’ve lost weight since I’ve last seen you.” You can't help the way your pulse thrums whenever he speaks to you in Russian.

Knowing that it will make him happy, you reluctantly accept his offering. You take your time as you chew, keenly aware that your every move is being watched.

Studied.

Committed to memory.

You were slowly learning that this man possessed a number of dark and twisted fantasies. All of which seemed to revolve around you. Starting with the one that had initially led him to abduct you in the first place.

Your eyes flutter closed as you recall the first time you’d seen him. It was almost as if you’d been drawn in by the beautifully broken man. The pain in his battle-hardened eyes, the hurt…it had called to you the day he had walked into your shop.

You’d wanted to help him, fix him.

At the time he'd been quiet, only concerned with making his purchase and leaving. And then he’d returned days later to steal you away in the middle of the night. Simply plucked you from your bed without uttering a single word. And then you'd awoken from a drugged sleep in a bedroom that you did not recognize.

Of course you’d put up a fight at first, holding out hope that someone - anyone - would come for you.

But you’d been wrong.

After all, he was Bucky Barnes, the newly reformed Winter Soldier. He was one of the so-called good guys now. A force for peace, a soldier for justice. And Captain America’s right-hand man.

You should’ve known better.

You should’ve known it was over when Sam Wilson, the one they called Falcon, had come to see you one day. His handsome face had been a mask of sympathy as he stood in your doorway, holding the keys to your gilded cage.

He’d actually apologized for all of it. For everything. Including his role in helping cover up your captor’s tracks, along with virtually erasing your entire existence.

But no, Sam wouldn’t help you. He couldn’t.

Not after he’d seen for himself just how your very presence had calmed the wounded veteran that he now called a friend.

He’d made it clear that you were here to stay. For good.

And what’s worse? Steve Rogers, Captain America, the leader of the Avengers, had signed off on all of it. Together, the three of them had vowed to never speak of the incident again. You belonged to the Winter Soldier now, to use as he wished.

And he would never let you go.

“Where do you go?” Your keeper rasps as his soft, warm lips glide their way up the column of your throat. “Where do you go when you leave me?”

“Home.” You grit out, which earns you a dark chuckle. "I go home."

A whimper escapes you when he finally gives in and moves his hips just a fraction. Just enough to send sparks of pleasure shooting through you. Bucky smiles against your skin as he feels your walls contract around him. Your weeping pussy threatening to make an even bigger mess on his thickly muscled thighs.

And you hate yourself for it.

“Your place is here, with me.” Bucky thrusts again, enjoying the sound of your soft, sweet cries. He loves watching the way your traitorous body betrays you. He lives for how pliable and willing you become when he takes you into his arms night after night. “I’m your home now.”

A quiet groan rumbles past his throat as your greedy core milks him, seemingly of its own volition. “There we go, moya khoroshaya devochka. My good girl.”

You shouldn’t fucking want this.

You bite down hard on your lip, determined not to let him see you cry. But it’s all quickly becoming too much.

“You taste so good.” Bucky laps at a stray tear that makes its way down your cheek. “Your submission, your acceptance. You were meant for me.” He grunts as he slowly increases his pace. “You feel how your body welcomes mine?” His cool metal fingers dip between your soaked folds, reveling in your wetness.

“No!” You hiss as you go limp, your head falling back to rest itself on his powerful shoulder. “I don-don’t want this!”

“You’re lying.” He growls, his mouth hovering just above your ear. “Even now your body betrays you. Look.” Bucky holds up two glistening digits. “I said look!” He commands again, his tone sharp.

“Mmphm!” You whine as he thrusts them into your mouth, nearly choking you. Meanwhile, his hips continue to piston in and out of you with ever growing force. So much so that you’re now bouncing on his lap.

The intimate sounds of your flesh colliding create a beautifully vulgar melody, filling the empty hall.

“That’s right, milaya devushka. Sweet girl.” His sharp teeth nip at your jaw as he masterfully owns your body. “Take me. Use me.”

He was giving you permission. Permission to use him the way he so often used you. For pleasure. For warmth. For comfort.

“Ah, fuck!” You mewl around him as you finally allow your primal self to take control. Driven by an indescribable need, you begin to move with him, your hips bucking and writhing as you give him what he wants.

One day, you knew, he would succeed in taking everything from you. He’d already managed to strip you of your free will and self-respect. What more was left?

“Yes! That’s it.” Bucky rasps, his voice deep and rough as your greedy cunt continues to work him up and down. “Fucking perfect.” He finally removes his fingers from your mouth so that he can wrap his vibranium arm around your waist. He lifts you then so that he can bend you over the table. His pulsating cock momentarily slips from your heat, the brief loss of contact leaving you feeling cold and bereft.

You ached for him. And you positively despised yourself for it.

A high-pitched cry, yours, fills the air as he viciously shoves into you once more. “Oh, God! Bucky!” You rise on your toes as he bottoms out inside of you, his impressive member stretching your sensitive tissues as he finds a brutal, unrelenting rhythm. He was almost always like this when he fucked you. Claimed you.

You knew you would continue to feel him long after he was through.

Bucky lets out a roar as continues making use of your body, the heavy weight of his balls slapping against your poor, overworked pussy. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, ensuring you would be left with bruises tomorrow.

His version of a brand.

Your desperate hands claw at the wood beneath you as the pleasure continues to build, the sheer power of it threatening to consume you. Because, although you were loath to admit it, you were beginning to crave his touch.

Deep down, there was a part of you that desired his dominion over you. You fought it, yes. And you would continue to fight. But one day soon, you knew. You just knew.

That this man, James “Bucky Barnes, would soon become the keeper of your very soul.

And there wasn’t a fucking thing you could do about it.

Sam watches his friend and teammate fuck you mercilessly from his place located just outside the door.

“This is wrong, Steve.” He whispers, unable to look away as Bucky tears at your blouse, exposing your breasts. “We should stop this, stop him.”

“You know it’s too late for that.” The other man replies, stroking a hand over his bearded jaw.

“It’s not.” The former military man growls back. “We can find another way to help him. We can -”

“We tried it your way, Sam. It didn’t work.” Steve responds, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “For whatever reason, she keeps him sane.”

“Steve.” He tries one more time, closing his eyes as the sound of your frenzied cries grow louder, echoing throughout the compound. “Please.”

“She stays. That’s an order, soldier.” He’d do anything for his best friend. Even if it meant damning his soul in the process.

Shaking his head, Steve turns on his booted heel and strides away. Only pausing to adjust his aching dick once he’s convinced he’s out of sight.

And maybe, just maybe, if you somehow managed to save Bucky…

Then perhaps you just might be his Savior too.

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year

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Hi! Just wondering if you had any plans for a part two for the nick Fowler one shot freedom! Really loved it

I have had a tiny draft from months ago just sitting forgotten in the archives of google docs but now I have added a little bit more ♥️

Freedom {2} || Nick Fowler

Read part one here

Angst!

Six months of peace. That was what you had before he found you.

The second you unlocked the door to your waterfront villa you knew you were not alone. Following your usual routine, you stepped inside and closed the door before sliding off the jacket you wore now that the winter winds blew in from the Atlantic. You knew Nick better than anyone and he would not have made his move unless he knew your routine like the back of his hand.

You had to stick to your routine.

You opened the coat closet beside the door and hung the jacket on the hook as your fingers curled around the knife you kept taped to the top shelf. Closing the door, you walked further into the house, the knife hidden behind your back and you tipped your head into each room. It was only as you reached the edge of the living room that you saw your cat moving away from the kitchen, whipping his tail high.

You waited, steadying your breath as Nick ran out of patience and you raised the knife offensively.

His footsteps were silent but six months apart could not break the long years of being married and knowing where he was by the very shifting of the air around him. Your fist struck out before he cleared the corner of the wall he was sheltering behind and he jumped back but it wasn’t fast enough. You kicked his kneecap as he retreated and he raised his weapon but you kicked it from his hand, the gun clattering to the floor before you pounced on him and pressed your blade to his throat.

“How’d you know?” he asked with a chuckle. He was utterly fearless as he wiped his broken nose with the back of his hand and ignored the cold press of steel to his steady pulse. “I left the place spotless.”

“You still wear the same suffocating cologne,” you said with a snarl before looking at your cat sitting far across the room with his hackles raised. “And Felix hates men.”

His chest bounced with a laugh of disbelief, and he realised he really had forgotten that you had been an agent just like he had. “Now what? You just kill me and dispose of my body?”

You shook your head and shifted back on your heels after grabbing his gun. You kept your hold on the weapon loose so that lactic acid didn’t build in your muscles should you need to use them for another scuffle.

“If I kill you I would have to leave and I am done running, Nick. You came here to kill me and you failed.” His jaw ticked at the mention and you waved the gun at his head to remind him to stay put. “If you try again, you will fail again. Why can’t you just let it go?”

“Because you are mine.”

“Were,” you corrected.

“You can change your name, you can change your hair, but you always have and always will be mine,” he taunted with the gravelly voice that you had once found sultry and attractive.

The gun wavered as he licked his lips and he smirked as he saw your finger lift from the trigger.

“You’re a real fucking bastard.” You gave him a kick to the thigh for good measure as you stood up and shoved his gun down the back of your waistband and stalked over to the cabinet that stored a whiskey bottle.

He rose to his feet and straightened his jacket before smoothing a hand over his hair that had grown out a little along with his beard. Now that you paid more attention to him you saw he could almost be called dishevelled.

“What did you do?” you asked as you poured a finger of the amber liquor into a tumbler and took a sip. “Why are you here?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He shrugged innocently with a boyish smile but it was too forced to be honest. “I came to bring you home.”

You scoffed and tipped the glass back, gulping down the contents and breathing through the burn in your throat. “Don’t insult my intelligence just because I was foolish enough to marry you.”

He took the empty tumbler from your hand and poured half a glass for himself before stalking over to your bookshelf and running his finger along the spine of your favourite novel. “It took me a while to believe you really left when I saw your books still on the shelf. I was certain you would be back, you loved your books more than me.”

“They treated me better than you did.”

Nick emptied his glass in one shot, hissing at the burn before staring at the dregs at the bottom. The bitter floral aftertaste was quick to warm your tongue and you smirked as Nick rushed across the room to grab the bottle and sniff the spiked contents.

“Mithridatism,” you said as you shook your hands and clenched your fists to keep the blood flowing. “Bet you didn’t think of that.”

Nick groaned as he stumbled towards the couch, dropping the glass to shatter on the floor. You had expected to feel joy or satisfaction as he fell slumped over the couch, the poison slowly paralysing him and leaving him a prisoner in his own body.

“Why?” he slurred as his tongue grew heavy.

“I know you, Nick, and you are cruel. I knew you could never let me go.” You pushed away from the buffet table and dragged your unsteady legs across the room so you could tower over him for once. “I said I wouldn’t kill you and I keep my promises. You will live with the knowledge that I am happy and free living without you and I hope that knowledge destroys you.”

You slipped your phone from your pocket and made the call that would free you from him for good.

“999, what’s your emergency?”

“It’s my husband, I-I-I think he’s had a stroke,” you stammered with a sob thrown in for good measure as Nick’s lips moved weakly but his voice failed him. “You have to send somebody quick!”

You muted the phone after giving the address of your villa and took a seat beside Nick, stroking his hair like you used to. “You used to make me so happy, Nick, until you broke my heart. Even then I thought if I stuck it out that one day we could get back to that place where you smiled at me like I was your world. I was so stupid.” You laughed humorlessly and tipped his heavy head back so you could see his sky blue eyes staring as the sound of sirens grew closer. “This is goodbye, Nick.”

“999, what’s your emergency?”

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We Hate you

Masterlist

Notes: This is the first part.

Summary: What if you love someone and fully trust him betrays you in the worst possible way?

Pairings: Husband! Nick Fowler x wife! Reader (Y/n)

Warnings: angst, betrayed, death.

Prequel of "Ruin"// ''We love you''(alternate ending of Ruin)

Y/n's pov

'He is late again' I sighed at the thought. It has been going on like this for 10 weeks now.

Hell even more than that but I am tired of keeping counts. It has been like this since he came from a particular mission. He had been distant from me. No kisses, no hugs. He was a CIA agent so, it was normal for him to be busy but today was our anniversary night. I was supposed to surprise him with my pregnancy test. It was wrapped in a beautiful light green box with pink wrap. But these days, I don't know it feels like he has been intentionally avoiding me. I sigh at these thoughts again doubting Nick would ever cheat on me or not. I still remember the first day we met after all I am the core key of the CIA and they have to protect me from all those threats I have been getting. That's why they hired Nick as my bodyguard who is an outstanding agent of the CIA. One of the most successful agents who never failed. I closed my eyes thinking about the day when I and Nick met.

-"Miss Y/n Y/l/n, please meet Nick Fowler. The best agent in our department." Agent Derek says coming in through the door.

I move my eye from him to a handsome fellow beside him. 'Wow! He is handsome' was my first thought without realising I said it out loud.

-Suddenly when Nick smirked and said "Well, this handsome fellow is grateful that she can serve a beautiful lady like you, Miss Y/n".

I blinked and furrowed my eyes for a sec and winced realising that I said it out loud.

- " I am sorry Mr Nick for my inappropriate action. I didn't realise my thoughts slipped out. This doesn't happen usually and I can guarantee you this will never happen again. " I smiled.

-"Well if I am showered with such comments, then I don't mind, Miss Y/n." He winked at me and smirked seeing the effect he has on me.

I was amazed and shocked by his smooth flirty nature actually and yeah you can say flustered too. It was the first time I was so damn nervous after meeting a guy. I came to feel the tension between us. I was so mesmerised at that moment that I didn't realise that we both were having a staring contest.

-Suddenly, we both were forced to get out of our trance after we heard Mr Derek clearing his throat and saying "So, as I can see Miss Y/n, he is to your liking. So, we are gonna move on and start our meeting discussing the terms and conditions now. Are you ready, miss Y/n? ".

-I nodded while staring back at those beautiful blue eyes which have become dark now with lust "Yes, I am ready."

After that day, he became my bodyguard and then as days went by, he became my boyfriend and without realising and in a blink of an eye, he became my husband and my true soulmate for the rest of my life. I sighed happily thinking about all our days together caressing my 2 weeks pregnant belly thinking about our child but was interrupted by sudden movements inside the house. I opened my eyes instantly.

'What the hell, why I wasn't notified of any external presence inside the house. Is it Nick? But I should have heard or noticed his car coming...' I furrowed my eyes.

I gulped nervously. Even though I knew how to fight but due to my pregnancy I have been weak. I took my pocket knife from the nightstand and slowly moved toward the living room. I looked around for a while but there was no one. No sign of anything. I checked here and there to look for any signs but nothing. My brain sighed in relief but my feelings and heart didn't. I knew something was wrong. I was never wrong after all I was also a successful agent one time. After some minute, I sighed and started walking back towards our shared bedroom when suddenly I heard a sudden noise behind me. Shuffling noise u can say. I froze and suddenly swung my knife at whoever the person was there but suddenly someone caught my hand in defence but before I could do anything, the person spoke "Hey, baby it's me, Nick. Don't worry. You are safe" I sighed in relief but soon I asked "But why didn't I notice your car. I should have noticed huh!? "

"Well, my car is in the garage so, I walked on my own and came home. Sorry I didn't inform you. " He said but I noticed a slight nervousness in his voice but decided to ignore it since it was our anniversary night.

I circled my arms around him and rub my nose against him. "Well, it's okay. But you scared me there you know." I closed my eyes taking in his smell as we twirl around and danced together without any music though but just enjoying the beautiful peaceful time. His smell makes me feel soo safe that I feel like I am home. Without him, I don't think I can ever imagine what's family and home are. I wanted to cry but I know how much it hurts to see tears in my eyes. I look up at him and his beautiful blue eyes as he placed his hands on my hips.

"I love you, you know" I smiled as my eyes softens taking in his handsome face. But suddenly I felt his body tense around my body and he squeezed my hips lightly as if he was nervous but his face didn't show anything. I furrowed my eyebrows in lack of response and as soon as I was gonna ask what was going on, I was interrupted by him asking if I wanna enjoy the wine he brought. I stayed silent for a sec but then I nodded my head saying yes.

While he was gone to fill our glass, I sat on a chair near the table deep in thought about his odd behaviour toward Nick. I didn't notice he was back until he tapped on my shoulders asking me "Are you okay, honey? You seem a little tense and spaced out there.". I gulped down the lump forming in my throat and set aside my thought saying " Yes, everything is alright hubby, just was thinking how I got so lucky to have you for so long." I smiled. Again his hold tighten around my shoulder but for a sec then he made me stand up and gave me the glass. "It's okay darling but I think I am the one who is lucky to have you." He smiled and added, "So, let's set aside the talks and thoughts and let's cherish and celebrate this moment by drinking our glass darling. Cheers!"

After clinking our glass together, we drank and then he suddenly hold his hand out lovingly and asked bowing a little "May I have this dance, your highness?".After I put my hand into his hand, I asked Siri to play 'Can't help falling in love with you by Hailey Reinhart.

As we danced together, suddenly I felt my chest tighten as if felt like someone is trying to choke me. I wanted to breath and my heart was beating so fastly as if it's also trying to breath. My vision was starting to blur and I let go off Nick and stumbled upon the chair and then I fell down and I saw Nick kneeling with eyes full of guilt saying sorry over and over again.

"What did you do you fucking bastard?" I hissed angrily grabbing his collar tightly with all my strength I could have. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" I ask again screaming in front of his face and breathing heavily.

"You know I was assigned to do this before we met. All of this was just play to make your guard down and lure you in. " He said removing my hair from my face and putting it behind my ears with his monotonous voice and cold eyes

At that time, I felt like my whole life was a lie. That all of this was an act the moments we shared everything. Our first kiss, sex,marriage everything. Tears started to roll down my eyes slowly as I stare shockingly at him. I couldn't belive and hear anything anymore. 'What about our baby?' I thought. I don't have words to describe my feeling anymore. I don't know what to say. But I wanted all of this to be a bad dream and lie. 'No! No! Please wake up. Please someone wake me up. Please. Please.' "Please"I choked out as I closed my eyes tightly letting my tears fall. I wanted to cry loudly, scream, pound on his chest asking why.

"Why? WHY?" I choked as I suddenly start coughing up blood and breathing heavily. Many questions were going through my mind but one question I wanted to ask before I die. "Di... Did you ever fall in love with me?" I asked looking at him in his eyes searching for an answer or something hope. My eyes were begging him to say something but all I got was silence. I didn't know what to do, I wanted to scream break things and gosh... I don't know.

Then I heard the heels clicking around the house on the floor . I opened my eyes to see her. Mace. It was the most worst feeling I felt. I wanted to puke. I looked at him with my wide horrified eyes wanting to ask if it's what it looks like but I couldn't find anything in his cold monotonous eyes. Nothing. No hope. It felt as if I was staring into eyes of soulless empty person completely opposite of the person I knew who was my husband. Then she knelt down in front of me gripping my jaw she made me look at her and said "You know, being his wife, you were pretty lame." She smirked and whispered in my ear lightly so that Nick couldn't hear " But thanks to you and your dumbass brain, he is all mine now darling." She winked and let go off my jaw.

I felt pathetic at that time. Felt weak and hated myself that I couldn't do anything . I hated myself that I wasn't a good mother and couldn't protect my unborn child. It didn't even took his first breath and I couldn't ever hear it's voice calling me 'Mama'. I wanted to cry. But I couldn't let them enjoy the moment of seeing my pathetic state. I took a deep breath in and said what I wanted to say with all my strength left in me cause I knew Nick loved me and what will he feel when he will look into the gift I chose for him. I knew Nick very well or not. I don't know but still I had to say it. "You know don't ever be sorry. I trusted you. Gave my whole heart. My mistake, not yours" I said as he looked at me as if his whole world crumpled down but he was quick to cover it under his cold eyes . That's why I choked out with all my strength left in me "We hate you but still forgive you after all I loved you . Hope you love your gift I chose for you, Darling. " and then I let darkness engulf me thinking about the family we could have if this didn't happen as I felt the world disappear under my closing eyelids.

IT WASN'T

YOUR FAULT.

IT WAS MINE,

FOR BELIEVING

EVERY WORD

YOU SAID.

A/n (Author's note) : Should I write Nick Fowler's pov too?

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