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hertzwritings · 2 years

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Animal I’ve become

A/N: I PASSED MY EXAM, BABYYY! Well, one of many. I am however, dealing with severe exam-fatigue and stress-burnout, so my stuff is coming out, but it takes a while, because I need a bunch of breaks in between. I promise, I’m getting back into the groove of it, but it’s a lot when I’m so damn tired all the time.

Also, also, I am a GIANT slut for Steve Rogers, and I’m not even sorry. I’m also not sorry that I have a thingTM for him as a DBF, because that trope does me in every time.

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you whatever you want!

I love y’all so much. Remember, feedback feeds the soul (min in particular) and my requests and askbox are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none. At all.

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Pairing: Dad’s best friend!Steve Rogers x female reader

Contains: Language, “we shouldn’t”-pining, age gap (Steve is around 40, reader is in her 20’s), Dad’s best friend-trope, mentions of alcohol, thigh riding, spitting, fingering, p in v sex, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Dom!Steve (but in like a daddy!Dom way), slapping, cream pie and probably more

W.C.: 5.300 (whoops)

Animal I’ve become

He drew a deep breath and steadied himself before knocking on the door. He really shouldn’t be feeling like this.

In all honesty, he had tried his damnedest to avoid feeling anything towards Y/N, but it had gotten legitimately impossible over the last three years. She was his best friend’s daughter, very fucking off-limits, but… It was bad.

It wasn’t just any friend’s daughter, it was Bucky’s. Steve knew that Bucky would take several bullets for him – and likewise – and the idea of Steve thirsting after his daughter was all in all pretty bad. At first, he didn’t think much off her. She was, after all, still a kid in his eyes. A pretty one, yeah, sure, but she was young and innocent, and he saw her more and more – completely by happenstance, of course. He wasn’t being a weirdo, he just liked hanging out at Bucky’s place. Besides, they had always been close, and after Steve had introduced Bucky to Loes, it was kind of a given that Steve was just there.

Steve saw Y/N grow up, go through life and, of course, saw an array of boyfriends coming and going, and something in him stirred. Bucky, Tony and Sam were his guys, his team, and he had known Y/N since she was brought into the world, but now? Oh, he felt something about her – she was kind, sweet and he felt comfortable in her company. In a very normal, non-romantic, or sexual way, of course. It just kind of spiraled from there, really. They had a kind of jovial and carefree relationship, before they were sent out again. He didn’t think too much about it when she hugged him goodbye, but in some way the scent of her perfume stuck in his nose. Then the letters started on their last mission. Bucky got one, and then Steve got one. The slanted handwriting was unfamiliar to him, but Bucky lit up in a grin, the desert heat already made his nose redder than a tomato. “She sent you one, huh?” He asked, waving his own letter. Steve swallowed thickly. “She only sends those to the ones, she likes. Sam, the bastard, never gets one.” Bucky laughed, when Sam shouted from a little ways away. “I’m still her favorite.” Steve didn’t mind their conversation at all, too focused on her handwriting and the news she brought from home. She told him the results of the recent game (Steve, I wish I understood what’s so fun about watching grown men run around, carrying an elongated ball) and her recent problems with her history teacher (honestly, he’s a dick. I know more about WW2 than he does), and he responded pretty quickly after that. Then it just became a monthly thing and had been ever since. He kept all the letters in his bait-box. When he visited for thanksgiving, he almost fell to his ass, when she greeted him. She had grown up. In a way, that made every cell in his body scream for him to just fucking take her, damned the consequences. He willed himself to contain the thoughts about burying himself deeply inside of her, and ever since then, Steve had a mighty hard time controlling himself around her.

It didn’t help that he moved onto the same street as Bucky, Loes and Y/N, when a house was up for rent and Loes innocently said it would do Steve good to get out of the city. She wasn’t wrong, per se, but it didn’t do Steve any good moving closer to a very dangerous, off-limits and tabooed object of his desires.

When he - by complete accident – one late night saw Y/N fucking a lanky boy in a car with the windows slightly fogged up, he almost lost himself completely. The image of her bouncing on a cock, her eyes closed and her nipples pert, got him through many nights, and it made it hard for him to look her in the eyes.

And now, he was here, in front of their door on the way to Bucky’s birthday-party, that he insisted he held, despite hating birthdays (although Steve was sure it was Loes’ doing, because it meant baking for the boys, and that was always fun). And Y/N was going to be here.

Before he could do something stupid like turn around and go back home to sulk, the door opened to a smiling Y/N, and Steve had to remind himself that he was – theoretically – a good man, who would not do anything with Y/N, because she looked like a damn vision. She was wearing a dress, that made every single curve stand out. The white stood out against her skin and made him want to lick it, and she smelled like roses and summer. She was seriously dangerous. “Steve!” She hugged him, and he tensed for a brief moment, but didn’t have time to relax into the hug before she let go of him again. The scent of her shampoo clung to him. “Come on, they’re all in the yard. Don’t ask me why Uncle Tony and uncle Sam are wrestling, I don’t know.” He followed her and tried his hardest to look everywhere but her ass, which proved to be harder than he thought, when she dropped her phone and bent down to pick it up. That dress was dangerously short, and it would require nothing more than a gust of wind, to expose her fully. He bit back a groan. “Listen, I don’t know how long I’m staying…” He trailed off when she stilled, turned to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him inside the office – the door closest to them – and shut the door behind her. He swallowed thickly. “Steve, listen…” She sighed. “I don’t know what happened, but you’ve been off for a while. I feel like I’ve done something wrong, because you’re never here anymore and when you are, you leave so quickly.” She bit her lip. “Anyway, if it’s something I did, I’m sorry. Really. Don’t worry, I’m staying out of your way today, I’m on maid-duty.” She chuckled a little at that. “Oh, I, uhm…” How was he supposed to tell her that he saw her get railed hard in a car, by someone who clearly didn’t give her what she wanted, and the reason he wasn’t around, was because he was constantly imagining himself fucking her until she couldn’t see straight? “I, you didn’t really… You haven’t done anything wrong, Y/N. Honestly, I’ve just been in my head.” She nodded but didn’t look like she believe him at all. “Alright.” She sounded unconvinced, and honestly, he couldn’t blame her. “Well, then…” She opened the door and smiled at him. “Have fun.”

He loathed himself right now. Absolutely. He was barely paying attention to his friends, laughing and drinking – Sam had sent him a few strange looks, because Steve was normally a talkative guy, but at this moment, he couldn’t stop looking towards the house. It was a mess. The few glimpses of Y/N in the kitchen were sending jolts of energy through him, and even though he absolutely hated himself for it, his cock stirred with every new glimpse.

“Steve, what’s going on with you?” Sam asked, nudging his shoulder and handed him a fresh beer. “Not… Don’t worry about it, man, I’m doing good.” “Nah, Stevie has serious girl-troubles.” Steve almost choked on his beer and shot a pointed look towards Tony, who was grinning wildly at him. He had somehow managed to figure out that Steve was in turmoil, but not with who. “Oh, seriously? You’ve been out of the game since she who must not be named.” Sam piped up. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I’m not going to do anything about it, boys.” And he meant it. In his dreams, maybe, but he was not going to actually pursue her. “Why?” Bucky asked, settling down in the lawn chair next to him. Steve sighed. “She’s… She’s young.” “Oh?” Bucky leaned forward. “Young as in… Like thirty? Or young as in underage?” “Bro, Steve wouldn’t fuck around with a minor.” Sam whacked Bucky across the back of his head. “She’s mid-twenties.” He didn’t want to say more about it. “Well, that’s not half bad.” “Bad enough.” Steve took a gulp of his beer. Sam was getting glossy-eyed and spilled a little of his beer down his shirt. “I say… hick… Go for it.” Steve rolled his eyes. If only Bucky knew who Steve had his eyes on, because then he would not be telling him to go for it. He’d probably pull Steve’s arms off and stuff them up his ass. “Wait…” Sam’s eyes widened, and Steve’s heart almost fell out of his ass. Sam’s eyes shot from Steve to the window, where Y/N was visible through. “Sam, a word?” He spat out, praying to any God in existence that Sam could keep his damn, drunk mouth shut. He didn’t give Sam time to answer but pulled him to his feet and dragged him to a far-off corner of the yard.

“Dude.” Sam whispered. “Sam…” “You’re pining after Y/N?? The girl, you’ve known since she was a literal baby?” Sam spat. “I’m not…” “You’re sick. That’s sick. I’m going to be sick.” Sam frowned. “She used to call you uncle, dude.” “I know, Sam. Why do you think I’m staying away from her?” He groaned. “I’m trying my best here.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I don’t know what happened, seriously, and I’m keeping myself in check.” “Bro…” Sam looked at him with a small frown. “You need to seriously reconsider your position here. Buck’s going to flay you.” “… If he finds out.” “Don’t do that. Don’t leave a window open.” Sam snapped. “Get yourself under control, find someone your own age.” “Trying, Sam.” Steve mumbled and looked to the Bucky and Tony, who were singing loudly along to Barbie Girl. Sam sighed and clapped Steve’s shoulder before leaving Steve to himself.

It took him a solid ten minutes to start moving towards the guys again, but he was stopped halfway there by a voice. “Steve!” Loes poked her head out of the kitchen window. “Steve, I need your help, please!” He walked the distance in a few strides and met Loes with a smile. “What’s up?” “You’re not drunk, are you?” “Slightly.” She cocked an eyebrow. “On a scale from me to Tony, how drunk are you?” Steve turned to look at Tony, who was currently trying to give a very disgruntled Sam a lap-dance to the wonderful sounds of Simple Man. Weird choice. “Okay, maybe more in your area.” “Great, can we borrow you for a few minutes?” She asked. “Sure.” He went inside and frowned slightly at the look in Loes eyes. She looked like she was brewing a plan, and that look never made him feel good. The last time she wore that look, he ended up in a corset, at a karaoke-bar and a blind date. “So… You know we’re trying to make Y/N’s old room into a library, right?” Yes…?” She looked up the stairs. “Well, we’ve hit a standstill. And you’re pretty strong…” “Oh no, am I building something? It’s Buck’s birthday.” “Not building, just holding. Please, I promised I’d bring out eclairs.” She pouted and he groaned. “Fine. I just...?” He pointed up the stairs and she nodded. “You’re golden. Thank you! Y/N is up there, it won’t take a long time, I promise.” “Yeah, yeah, the last time you said that I had to wait three hours for you and Bucky to leave the bedroom.” She just winked at him.

“Y/N, I’m…” He trailed off when he saw her. It was entirely unfair. She had swapped her dress for a pair of loose, short shorts and a tank top that hid absolutely nothing. “Oh, thank God. Can you come here?” When he could finally see anything but her body, he noticed her arms quivering under the wait of the bookshelf she was holding up. “I was trying to screw this hole, but it just won’t go in from this direction, and Lo had to help dad…” He swallowed thickly at her doubled words. “Uh… Yeah, I’m, uh… Where do you want me?” She shimmied a little, but couldn’t let go of the bookshelf, so he moved to stand behind her and prop the damn thing up, so she could reach whatever hole she needed. Her old bed was still in here, and the room was pretty much in disarray beyond that – boxes and things were littered around the room, and it looked like a bigger project than he had expected such a small room to be. “Alright, I got it.” He mumbled, trying not to focused too much on how close she was to him. “Thank you, okay, I just need…” and then she bent over, pushing her ass against his groin. Fuck. He did his best to contain it, but when she shuffled on her feet, it moved against him, and a groan slipped past him. “Sorry, did I hit you with the screwdriver?” She asked, looking back at him. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. That was not what he needed to see right now. Lewd images ran across his brain and imprinted themselves. “No, I just… Please, for the love of God, finish this or stop moving so damn much.” And with that, his cock twitched against his jeans. He had a small hope that she didn’t notice, but she shot up and turned to face him. “Are you… Hard?” she whispered. Her eyes flickered down and back to his face. “Oh.” “Well… You were… And you’re wearing… Just, let’s get this done, please?” His face felt warm. “But… Why?” She asked innocently, but something in her eyes shined. It was this fucking magnetic pull, and they were both completely lost to it. She inched a little closer. “Don’t do this.” He pleaded. “Seriously, I’ve been having a hard enough time just being near you, I can’t fucking do this.” “Do what?” she bit her damned lip, and he lost control, pushing the bookshelf to stand and wrapped his arms around her waist in a single move, before lifting her from the ground and pushed her against the closed door. “Do you have any fucking idea, what you do to me? Watching those boys come in and out of your house, sometimes your window, knowing what you did?” She swallowed thickly and her legs wrapped around him. “Oh? What, Steve, you want to be the one coming in and out of my window at night?” She didn’t even question how he knew it. “I shouldn’t.” “That’s not an answer.” “Y/N, what the…” He gently put her down on the ground and backed away. Her scent was intoxicating, and it was hard thinking straight. “We can’t be doing this. You shouldn’t want to do this.” He said softly. “What if I do, huh?” She asked, stepping closer to him. “Maybe I want you.” “I’m double your age. I…” “If you’re going to say that you are old enough to be my dad, I’m going to smack you. That’s a cliché.” He rolled his eyes. “Cliché or not, it’s the truth.” “Have you considered the fact that I’m actually a legal adult?” She stepped closer again and he stepped back, his calves hitting her bed. “Listen, if my dad can find someone half his age, what’s the problem of me doing it the other way around?” “The problem is that Buck is like family. You’re family, okay? This is so wrong, I should go.” He sidestepped, but stopped dead in his tracks when she whined, and he turned to face her. “Please, don’t go, Steve…” She looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Don’t give me that fucking look.” “What look?” She asked, licking her lips. “Like you want to have my cock in your mouth.” “Maybe I do.” She whispered back, and he was going to hell, because he could not stop looking at the goddamned strap on her shoulder, that was slowly inching down her shoulder. “Baby, you need to stop right now.” “Why?” His eyes moved to her face, and his willpower was fading quickly. “Because if you don’t, I don’t know what I’ll do.” She quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked. “I’d prefer your worst.” Well, then.

He was on her in seconds, his fingers wrapping around the strap of her top; her lips were so fucking close, so close, that he could practically taste them. “Baby girl, you don’t know what you’re asking.” “I think I do.” Her fingers drew lines on his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Yeah? What are you asking?” He was treading dangerous waters, and he knew it. If Bucky found out, he was a dead man. “I’m asking you to fuck me, Steve.” She was looking into his eyes without abandon. Well, if he was going to hell, he might as well have fun on the way.

His lips found hers and it was electrifying. She moaned against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, her body practically melting into him. His fingers were burning imprints into her skin, where the tank top had risen a little, and the feeling of her skin against him, almost made him lose control completely.

It wasn’t until her hand moved between their bodies, inching down to his hard cock, straining against his jeans, that he realized what he was doing. He pulled away with a choked gasp, as if it caused him physical pain to do – which, to be fair, it almost did – and held her at arm’s length, panting. Her eyes were darkened and hooded with lust. “What, Steve?” “I… We can’t be doing this. We shouldn’t, I… I, uh, fuck… I should go.” He gulped. “Please, I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, Steve… You think I haven’t seen the way you look at me?” She asked, wiping her bottom lip with her thumb. “We can’t, Y/N. I… This is so fucking wrong, you have no idea.” “I have a very clear idea, actually. You’re not the only one with shit on the line here.” “Y/N…” She slowly moved closer to him, and he didn’t have the willpower to draw back again. “Steve… Tell me right now that you haven’t thought about it.” She stepped close enough for their chests to touch and her fingers found some of the hair in the nape of his neck, tugging it slightly. “Don’t think I don’t know that you’ve been keeping tabs on me. I know you saw me that night with Adam in the car, didn’t you?” He swallowed thickly. “Did you go home and think of me? Think of filling my tight, little pussy with your cock?” She whispered. He was uncomfortably hard. “Taking me and showing me how a real man feels?” He nodded. “I’ve watched you too, you know. Whenever you had dates over… I’ve heard them scream your name and walk out on shaky legs.” She swallowed thickly. “So…. Tell me right now, that you don’t want me, that you’ve never wanted me, and I’ll stop.” “I can’t.” “Then stop thinking and do it.” Her lips found his again, and he lost it. There wasn’t any way on this earth, that he’d be able to run back from her, turn from this. “Fuck, we gotta be quiet and fast, got it?” He mumbled, lifting her, and pushing her onto the bed. “Yeah.” She was not really here to talk but busied herself pulling her clothes off. “Fucking hell, Y/N…” He practically moaned as she stripped, throwing her clothes to the floor. “Why are you still dressed?” She asked, now fully naked. He couldn’t think – her body was everything, all he could see and think about. Her body was perfection to him. He snapped out of it when she chuckled a little, and he stripped down faster than anything he had ever done, his cock bouncing slightly when his boxers fell. She licked her lips and her eyes zeroed in on his hard, throbbing cock. “Steve, get over here right now.” “Little girl, don’t start bossing me around now.” He said with a smirk, watching her chest heaving. She whimpered when he slowly crawled on top of her, spreading her legs with his knee. “You’re going to behave, aren’t you? Be a good girl for me?” Where the confidence came from, he didn’t know, but the way she reacted was more than enough for him to keep going. She whined and rolled her hips, her fingers grabbing a tight hold on the back of his neck. “Kiss me.” She tried pulling him to her lips, but he tutted. “Ask nicely, baby.” He let his fingers wander to her inner thigh, dragging against them with slight pressure; it was enough for her to gasp, and he inched higher, chuckling darkly when he reached her core. “Oh, baby, so wet already, huh?” He hissed when his fingers made contact with her soaking folds. “So wet for me, aren’t you? Want me in you, baby?” he asked as his fingers slowly sunk into her; he was a knuckle deep with two fingers, and she was already squirming around him, her breathing shallow and small whimpers falling from her lips. “Please… Oh my God, please, I’m… Fuck!” He chuckled again, slowly moving in and out of her. “What do you want, baby?” he asked. He knew he was torturing her, and he was probably dragging this out for way too long, considering where they were, but it was so fucking good to feel her like this. “Just… Fuck me!” She whimpered again and he felt her tighten around his fingers. “Baby, I need to warm you up first, I can’t…” She moaned when his fingers twisted. “I don’t care, just take me, please!” “Baby…” She whimpered again and it was truly the most beautiful sound he ever heard. “Fuck, okay… Hold your hand out.” She looked at him questioningly and he removed his fingers and slapped her across the face. The sound that came from her would in normal circumstances be enough to make him cum right then and there. “Yes, sir.” She whispered, when she found her voice, and held her hand out, palm up, to him. He spat into it, and she shuddered in pleasure as it hit her palm. He would store that for later. “Grab my cock, baby girl. Stroke me nice and slow for a minute.” She nodded and he shuffled around, so he was on his back with her straddling his thighs, her soaking pussy hitting the skin – she moaned and rolled her hips, pressing down against his thigh as her wet palm connected with his throbbing cock, holding it tightly and began to stroke it, while she grinded against his thigh. “Oh, my baby likes to ride my thigh, huh? Want to… Fuck…” She tightened her grip and began to twist her hand slowly, as she moved her small hand up and down. “Want to cum on my thigh, baby?” He grunted and tensed his leg, eliciting a moan from her. “Oh my God, yes… Fuck, you’re so big, holy shit…” she moved faster, her hips snapping to relieve some of the ache, soaking his leg with her wetness, pumping his cock as fast as she could. She moaned and her hips stuttered in their movements for a breath, before she gasped and ground down hard, stopping her movements with her hand. She was shaking, and he grabbed her hips, guiding her back and forth on his thigh to let her ride it out. She was moaning loudly, and he removed his right hand from her hip to clasp it over her mouth. “Stay fucking quiet, or I’ll stuff your mouth so full, you won’t be talking for days.” He threatened and felt her lips turn up in a smile. “Oh, you’re a fucking slut, baby.” His grip on her tightened and removed his hand from her lips slowly, grabbing her hips again and slowly guided her to his hard cock – it was leaking precum and the thought of pumping her full, fucking breeding her, make everyone see who she belonged to, flashed before him and it broke him. With a roar, he flipped them and lined himself up with her dripping pussy, stopping right before he entered her completely. “You sure about this? If we do this, there’s no going back.” She rolled her eyes, that fucking brat, and smirked up at him. “Baby, if you don’t get inside me, I’ll scream so loud, my dad…” She cut off with a loud moan when he entered her in one fell, thrust.

It was fucking heaven to be inside of her. She was so tight and wet, he was close to shooting his load right then and there, and he had to contain himself from just fucking her so hard, she wouldn’t be able to use her legs. “Steve…” She moaned his name like a fucking prayer. “I’m not going to break. Just fuck me.” He didn’t need to be told twice.

He pulled out, almost all the way, before snapping his hips and burying himself deeply inside of her. She screamed, but he slapped a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet and began fucking her relentlessly. If he thought it felt good to be inside of her with his fingers, this was heaven. She was tight, wet, and warm, and his cock dragged against her walls perfectly – her body shivered, and she clenched slightly around him as he sped up his movements and she moaned behind his hand. “Fuck, you feel so good around me, baby… You’re taking me so well, aren’t you?” She nodded furiously and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper. “I’ve wanted to be buried in you for years, Y/N… Fuck…” He moaned as well and bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself from getting too loud. He felt her twitch and clench around his cock, and he grinned down at her. “Oh, is my good, little slut going to cum, huh? You think you can keep quiet, baby? I need you to… shit… Fuck, I need to feel you cum around me, make a mess out of me, baby…” She moaned behind his hand again, and despite his better judgement, he removed the hand, holding her hips and angling himself deeper. She whimpered and a string of moans mixed with his name fell from her lips before her head lolled back and her jaw went slack. He spat in her mouth, and she whined in pleasure and came so fucking hard, he could practically feel her vibrating. “Atta girl…” He mumbled and kissed, licked, and bit down on her exposed neck. She was clenching him so hard, he could barely move, and he felt her gush wetness around him. “Fuck, that’s so hot… Shit, look at you, baby… Look at how well you’re taking me…” He grunted and let her ride it out, before he stilled and flipped them over, so she was straddling him – her nails dug into his chest, leaving indents from her nails on his skin. “Take what you want, Y/N.” She opened her eyes and looked down at him, before she leaned forwards and kissed him deeply, slowly beginning to move her hips; she was moving in circles for a little bit, and then began bouncing on his cock – it felt entirely too good like this. “Shit, baby…” He moaned. “You’re going to make me cum like this…” Her hips stuttered for a moment, before she sped up and he let his hands rest on her hips. “Is that what you want? Want me to fill you… Pump you full of my cum, breed you?” She cursed and moaned, and he began to furiously move her hips – she barely weighed anything to him, and he easily moved her up and down his cock, chasing his high as her pussy clenched around him, drawing him deeper and deeper into her. “Let the world see who you belong to?” He mumbled, freeing a hand to play with her nipples. She moaned loudly and wetness gushed around him, the sounds of her wet folds meeting his skin filling them room and his ears; it was the single most amazing sound, he had ever heard. “Yes… St-Steve, yes! Fucking…” She moaned. “Use me… U-use me like your litt… Little fuckdoll… Please, fill me… I want you to f-fill me, please…” She mumbled and he felt her clench again. He should care if she was on birth control, he should care that he was fucking his best friend’s daughter in their house, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “Good girl, cum with me…” He mumbled and placed his feet firmly on the mattress to gain more leverage. He was close too, and when he sped up, holding her firmly in place with his hands, she screamed soundlessly and came wildly around him; her pussy clenched him and held him deeply, milking him for all he had. He came with a roar, pumping rope after rope of his hot cum inside of her, painting her walls white. He could feel it drip out along the side of his cock and he almost came again just by the thought of it. “Fuck, baby…” He finally spoke after a few minutes. She had folded over him, her face resting against his shoulder, her perked nipples brushing his naked chest every time she breathed. “Fuck indeed.” She whispered. He gently moved her off of him – they both hissed when he slipped out of her – and laid her down next to him, holding her tightly. “Steve…” She mumbled his name while her fingers drew circles on his chest. “I meant it. I’ve wanted this for a while.” “I know, baby. You didn’t think you were a good enough actor as a teen to hide your crush on me, did you?” He felt her cheeks heat up. “I knew, honey.” “So… What now?” She asked. “Now?” He kissed her forehead. “Now, I get dressed, I go say goodbye to your drunk father and your sweetheart of a stepmother, and leave.” “But…” He shushed her when she began protesting. “Let me finish.” He chuckled. “Then I’ll drive around the corner and wait. You’re going to say goodbye to your family and kiss them on the cheek with that filthy mouth of yours, and then you’ll come to meet me.” He lifted her face by her chin. She whimpered a little. “And you’re going to be a good girl for me, get on the back of my motorcycle and come home with me.” “Oh, am I?” “Yes, you are. You’re going to let me eat you out until you can’t fucking speak, and then I want to see what your mouth can do.” He kissed her lazily. “And then… I want to use you until the sun comes up, mark you up. Make sure nobody tries anything with my girl.” “What about my dad?” He sighed. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, okay?” She nodded. “Besides, I have a sneaky suspicion that Loes might already know. She gave me the Look.” “Oh… Yeah, no, she knows then.” He laughed and get up to get dressed.

When he was fully dressed, he leaned back down over her and kissed her deeply. “I’m expecting you on the corner of the street in exactly 20 minutes, got it?” She grinned. “Got it, captain.”

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 6 years

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House Warming

(Gif credit to @veronikaphoenix)

Warning- Drinking, mention of weed, abuse, violence against the reader, cheating and I think that's it.

This is my first Bucky Imagine so I hope you all enjoy.

Happy reading Dollies.

Just moving into your very own house, you were very excited living on your own so you wanted to share the joy. Gathering your friends and families numbers you sent out a invite to your house warming party and you couldn't wait. Sitting up the last tables, you had tons of food and alcohol. Music was softly playing as the door bell rang. Looking around one last time you opened the door with a smile to greet your very early guest.

"Welcome to my slice of paradise early birds". You giggled at Steve, Bucky and Sam. "I told you we were early". Sam pushed past them going straight to the snack table. "Hey, you know me I'm always early". Steve strugged his shoulder with that charming smile of his. "That's what she said". Sam mumbled with a mouth full of chips. "Grow up Wilson". "Don't pay attention to him". You comforted Steve, trying not to giggle in front of him, Bucky tried holding in his laughter as well. "So is that what you're wearing"? Steve examined your sweats and holey tee shirt. "No, I was just finishing up with the food and was about to get dressed". You booped his nose with your finger. "Well go get dress, is there anything we can do"? Bucky asked. "Yes, keep him from eating all my food". You pointed at Sam stuffing a jalapeno pepper popper in his mouth. "Ow thats hot". He swatted at his mouth, looking for something to drink. "Will do". Bucky assured you with a smile. "Thanks". You said as you walked to your room, still hearing Steve yell at Sam for spurting water on the kitchen floor trying to smother the fire burning in him mouth with the sink sprayer. Couldn't help but laugh. "Clean it up, I don't want Y/N to come back in here and all her work go down the drain". Bucky ordered Sam, making Sam give him a look of Who do you think you are telling me what to do? Sam got out a kitchen towel sloppily wipping the water up with his foot. "Dude really"? Bucky took the towel away and pushed Sam out of the way. "Proper way of doing it". He was crouched down wipping the water up when the door bell rung. Steve went and opened the door thinking it was one of the Avengers, boy was he wrong. "Who the fuck are you"? The man on the other side of the door demanded to know. "Language". Sam yelled for the kitchen. Steve rolled his eyes. "I'm Steve and you are"? "Looking for Y/N where the hell is she"? He pushed past Steve roughly bumping Steve into the table beside the door. "Y/N is getting ready, we're just here to help until she gets out and the guest arrive". Steve held his tongue and was nice. "Tell her to her ass out here now, or better yet I'll do it". He started walking towards your room until Bucky came busting through the hall way. "I think you should wait out here with us until she is done". Bucky held up he hands, making the man stop in his tracks. "Are guys just coming out of the wood work here, who the fuck are you"? "Names Bucky". Bucky bit his lip, his eyes not leaving the mans eyes, waiting for his next move. "Well Sucky, get out of my way". He pushed Bucky into the wall, Bucky balled up his fist ready to knock the guy out until the door opened. Bucky looked you up and down with Aww, you looked so beautiful in your black dress. "What's going on"? You looked from Bucky to the man in your hallway. "He just busted in and demanded to see you". Steve came down the hallway with Sam right behind him. "Oh, um, Steve, Bucky, Sam, this is John my boyfriend". John wrapped his arm around your shoulder making your eyes fall from looking at your friends to the floor. "Did anyone know she had a boyfriend"? Sam asked bluntly which lead him to a smack from Bucky. "We have only been dating for a month". You quickly said, Johns grip on your shoulder became tighter. "Oh". Was all Bucky could say as he walked back to the living room finding a seat in the corner, not making eye contact with anyone. "We're happy for you". Steve spoke as the door bell rung again. "I'll get that". You quickly walked to the opening it to see Tony and Pepper, with Nat and Clint behind them.

The house warming was a blast so far, everyone was having a good time. You mingled around talking to everyone, people you knew and didn't. "The house looks amazing". Nat gushed. "Yeah, looks good". Clint lightly punched your arm making Nat and you laugh. "Thanks you guys". You hugged them and walked to the kitchen to get more ice for the ice bowl. Tony, Steve and Bucky were talking when they noticed that John was flirting with a couple of girls. "Does anyone know who they are cause everyone I asked don't seem to recognize them"? Tony asked looking around and found two more girls no one knew. "They seem to know Johnny Boy over there". Steve nodded to the group in the corner of the room with John and three girls all over each other. "Does Y/N know"? "She's to busy with the party to notice". Tony spotted you cleaning up a mess in the kitchen, Sam tried another pepper popper, it didn't go well. "Should we do something"? Bucky asked taking a sip of his drink. "What do you want us to do, its her relationship not ours"? Steve told him, making Bucky groan rolling his eyes. Sam walked over trying yet another pepper popper. "Hey, these are great". "Shouldn't you stop after the first mess you made"? Bucky observed. "Y/N said that I should give it one more try". "Where is Y/N"? "She went to dry off". Sam looked at his popper, nervously. "What did you do"? "I sprayed her with the sink sprayer". Tony and Steve busted out laughing, Bucky got angry. "You didn't"? Tony asked between laughes. "I said I was sorry". Bucky searched around for you but didn't see you and then he noticed he didn't see John either. "I'll be back". He handed his drink to Steve.

Softly walking down the hall, Bucky listened at your door making sure you were alright but the sound of whimper caught his attention and a males voice yelling. Bucky went into full attack mode and busted the door down. The first thing he saw was you holding your jaw and John standing over you with a sinister smile on his face. "What did you do"? He ordered John to talk. "Bucky". You gasped when you moved your jaw. Bucky knelt next to you, picking you up taking you into the living room. "I got you". Steve saw Bucky coming down the hallway carrying something until he noticed it was you. "What happened"? "Take her to the other bed room, lock the door and don't let anyone in unless its me". Bucky order Steve, he nodded his head, taking you from Bucky. Bucky's head snapped back to John as he was going out the front door. Tony and Sam was standing behind Bucky, taking off their jackets, cuffing up their sleeves. "We got your back Barnes". Sam nodded in agreement. Bucky headed for the door, walking out catching up to John and the girls that he was with. "Dickhead". Bucky called out making John stop and turn around all cocky like. "Its Sucky, girls meet Sucky". The girls covered their mouths giggling. Bucky could smell the booze on his breath and a hint of weed. "Its Bucky and I think you owe Y/N an apology for ever laying a finger on her". "She can fuck off and so can you, we're out of here". John went to walk away but Bucky grabbed his arm, turning him around punching him in the nose. "Son of a bitch, I'm bleeding". John screamed, making the others come outside. "You should be glad thats all you're doing". "What are you going to do tough guy"? John got up in Buckys face, making Bucky clench his metal fist. Bucky drew his arm back, smashing his metal fist into Johns throat as John gasped and started grabbing at his throat Bucky kicked the back of Johns knee making him fall to the ground which landed a knee to the stomach and a knee to the face once again by Bucky. Tony and Sam pulled Bucky back from John, they didn't want to bury a body in their good suits tonight. "If you every come near Y/N again you wont have people holding me back and that will be the end of you, now get the hell out of here". Bucky yelled at John, who was getting help from the girls. "Yeah and watch your language". Sam yelled at them as they ran off. "I got your back". Sam patted Buckys back, Bucky rolled his eyes. "Stay here and make sure they leave, I'm going to check on Y/N". Tony and Sam nodded, Bucky went back into the house, going to the spare bedroom. Tony looked at Sam with a odd look. "Are you always like this"? "It's the pepper poppers, they get me fired up". Sam looked down embarrased, Tony groaned, rolling his eyes.

Knocking on the door, Bucky heard Steve telling you to stay hidden. Steve quickly opened the grabbing Bucky by the throat. "Its me". Steve moved his hand. "Sorry, Bucky". "No, you did what I asked, Thanks". "How is she"? "Shaken". "Okay, you want to start cleaning up and telling eveyone to go home"? "Yeah, I'll get Nat and Sam to help". "Thanks Brother". Bucky hugged Steve. "Its no problem". Steve reassured him. Bucky came in and closed the door, tip toeing over to you as you sat on the floor sobbing. "I'm sorry Bucky". Bucky scooped you up bringing you to his lap, he gently moved hair from your face. "Its not your fault, you didn't know he would do that". He kissed your head, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. "I should have seen it coming, the way he was with Steve and you". "He was so angry that I had guys in my house". "Y/N"? "I know Bucky, no one knew them and everytime I looked at John they were all over him". "I'm sorry". "I'm glad its over". "Me too, now you can find someone that loves and cares about you". "Like you, Bucky"? "Yeah like me". He chuckled into your shoulder, you held onto him tightly not wanting to let go and you didn't have to. No one would ever hurt you again with Bucky around, he protected you and you protected him.

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neonovember · 2 years

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Incorrect mail and an interrupting neighbour

bucky x black!reader

summary: you: a tired university professor, find yourself periodically returning mail to rightful receiver: a brooding brunette haired man, who always happens to be everywhere, or no where.

warning; hints of nsfw, slow burn (yes it’s a hazard people), bucky being bucky, mentions of exam season (yet another hazard!), tooth rotting fluff & an interrupting neighbour. pls tell me if i’ve missed anything!

notes: so..let’s not talk about me creeping back into my hole for a month. let’s instead talk about this slow burn of bucky that isn’t featuring a 20 year old, woohoo! wrote this on my phone in my notes app during my 10 minute work break, so let’s not get into the spelling or grammar. kind of the first installment of my series with bucky and well you, so buckle in people, this is gonna be a fun ride :)

Gliding down the lit corridor of your apartment, you tirelessly balance ungraded papers and books in one hand whilst gripping your burgundy satchel in the other.

You grimaced as you bent down, sore legs from countless hours on your feet amusing a room full of post graduates who for some reason took a class in archive history.

You reach for the cold metallic feel of your keys, but before you can grasp your saviour to a long day you notice a small box, wrapped in chestnut paper with a ribbon securing its sides. It was the third time this week you groaned, hastily picking it up and unsecurely balancing it on top of an already crumbling pile. Opening the door to your overly expensive apartment, you’re met with the sweet scents of your home, vanilla bean and hazelnut wafts from secular corners and the diffuser prepped on the foyer spurt out scents of eucalyptus. A gift from your mother after she’d gone on a wellness retreat, nothing cures stress then a corporate bought overly expensive mister.

Sighing you slowly put down the heaped piles in your hands, relief from the cramped position.

Slowly undressing yourself, from the crinkled button up and suit pants you swiftly jump into the warm heathen that is your shower. The scent of coconut and shea butter wafting into your bloodstreams, the practically scalding water working your kinks and knots. After glinting with droplets of water and wrapped in a rough towel (they work better..trust me) you quickly make work of shuffling into your cotton undergarments and apply your lotion. You loved applying the cold softness of your shea butter cream over your heat emitting skin, pressing into your crevices and folds and rubbing into the soft streaks that went down your inner thighs. You made sure to relax during this intimate moment with your body, a form of therapy to the tubules relationship that was intimacy and body acceptance.

Slipping into your worn checkered oversized top paired with the soft burns of your trusted pajama pants you feel only fully completed once you’ve finally put on your calf high fuzzy socks.

Almost as if you forget you finally noticed the imbalanced box on your table wall. It wasn’t the first time you’d gotten strange mail that most certainly not yours, always misplaced from your neighbor across.

Something about a ups error in their system, still not being fixed till this day despite the countless phone calls and emails sent, left you having to deal with finding the appropriate receiver yourself. You’ve got better things to do..you lie, you don’t.

You hesitate to pick up the misplaced postage, half because you couldn’t be bothered taking the damn mail across the hallway after just having a bit of leisure time, and half because of your neighbour himself. 6ft tall, muscle on muscle taut against whatever tshirt he knew was 2 sizes too small, with a face you can’t look to hard at or you’ll go blind.

He was an always ever brooding man, with dark features seperated only by his steel blue eyes, slanted and heavy, half lid as though even looking was too meticulous for him.

He moved in a few months after you had, and although you had taken the impression that he did not want to be bothered, something in you keened and itched to find out who he was. The insatiable need to just know him, whether simply aquantedly or something..more, grew from months of being surrounded by facts and knowledge. What more historic that investigating a practical fossil? (Redacted..I’m sorry lmao)

You had ferociously berated yourself after that thought, even IF it had been so long since you’ve left the dating world, you were not at all ready to be thrown back in. Enough nightmare first dates and ruined relationships told you that much. Yet, there was always an emptiness that resides in you when you came home to house that was empty. Something in you wanted a person, wanted someone to hold, someone to love.

It was hard, if you took a the time to be honest, to watch as family and friends moved into adulthood. Married, some with kids, some without, whilst you were still in the eager transition of single life. Hopeless in finding the one, if there even was one. You convinced yourself that your work was enough, and it was, for a while. You enjoyed, no loved, teaching. Walking into a lecture room filled with bright eyed college students who wanted to actually learn. But even then, the lie had seeped fast and quick. Long hours grading papers may take your mind of what a hopeless failure you were in love, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there.

What hurt worse was that you didn’t really give up, putting on a facade that you were happy single was tiring and was felt by everyone around you. Side glances when you talked about your job as if it was your husband steered you away from ever having that conversation again.

After everything, after you stripped of the makeup and tore off your heels, after you were in bed amongst the sheets, illuminated by the crescent moonlight, was when you were truly and utterly honest with yourself. It was then that you knew you still yearned for the heavy weight of someone else on the bed. The scent and weight of a man, a woman, someone. God you were pathetic. When the man moved in across from you, there was a flash of hope, that maybe he would be the one. Call it a fairytale or some wicked thing called fate, but it wasn’t soon that you where reminded your reality of dissapointment. You brushed of the hope, it disappearing as quickly as it came.

You were happy you did, because if the silent closeted expressions he always wore when he glanced to you told you anything, it was that he clearly wasn’t interested.

Reluctantly grabbing the postage you quietly marched over to his door. He’s macho exterior wasn’t going to stop you from being a model citizen, you’d decided it was final. Slowly wrapping a hand to knock the door suddenly opened swiftly.

Almost as if he knew you were coming, he stared down at your frame, as tall and as godlike as ever. A black henley stretched over the massive muscle that was his chest, rippled towards his abdomen outlining every single indentation that bore his skin. Black sweatpants hung low on his hips, the peek of skin giving way to the indentation that lead to his... god you were sick. Quickly looking away from the outline of his crotch you took notice of his sharped face.

His chestnut hair curled towards his sides was pushed behind his ears, reaching just below his ticked jaw. It wasn’t too long enough to characterise him as a hipster, no, the length was just right, exuding a sense of difference and ominous attraction. His lips were curved into a comfortable line, tethering on nonchalant and..happy? Stubble bore his jaw, grazing againts his flushed skin. Your fingers itched to scratch them, how would they feel? On your hands? Between your legs? Steering at the irrational thought you looked up to his steel blue slated eyes, assessing you descritely, almost in scrutiny.

The way he looked at you made you feel naked, his gaze like an X-ray, like he could see through everything. All the insecurities, all the thoughts, everything you hid that your body kept score of. Suddenly you felt insecure, something you never felt.

Here you were, cowering amongst a fucking god, while your hair was in a messy updo, frazzled curls framing your face. He quirked up an eyebrow, almost noticing your sudden discomfort reeling you back into his frame. Realizing why you were here in the first place you softly shook your head in disbelief, god you were practically drooling on this poor man’s front door step.

“Sorry to bother you, but your mail ended up at my place, atleast I think it’s your mail?” You said chirpy, sick with fake enthusiasm. You were tired.

He tore his eyes from your face and glanced at the package in your hands.

His face turned gleefully.

“Thank you! I was wondering were these went”

You keened at his expression, his voice, scruff like he was recovering from a cold, but smooth and silky, like a jazz record glinting bright against a speakeasy ceiling. His quirked expression was gorgeous, half sheepish and half giddy at the return of a supposedly awaiting package. You nodded smiling, handing him the package grasped between your hands.

He reached for it, fingertips brushing against your wrist, a ghost of affection you’ve gone far too long without. Suddenly squeaking at the touch, he pulles away swiftly, misunderstanding your sudden desire for uneasiness. You looked up at him through your lashes, eyes glinting with mischief and desire. You weren’t usually this upfront, this open to what you were wanted, but it’s been enough god damn time without. He looked down, eyes glinting in the same manner, turning dark with lust. Suddenly pulled from your transaction a neighbour, Holly..? Hope? Something called your name.

“Hey! I heard the university has been pulling you at your wits end! At least exams periods are over huh?” She smiled eyes gliding over yours and Bucky hands entangled.

“Oh, was I interrupting something?” She said, her grocieries in a bag, keys dangling in the keyhole

Bucky looked back towards you, eyebrows quirking up almost to ask “what next”?

Pulled back to the realm of adulthood, you slowly unlatched your fingers from Bucky’s, shaking slightly from just the touch.

Clearing your throat you replied swiftly

“No uh, just being a good neighbour” you said eyes travelling to Holly and back to Bucky who nodded slowly, biting back a grin that was oh so close to peeking out. You swallowed thickly, the remnants of the practically soft porn scene leaving a aftertaste in your mouth.

“Well see you, you too Bucky” she said smiling, looking towards Bucky, you turn towards him, half expecting him to be looking towards Holly. But he was already looking at you, whispering a bye to your neighbour not taking a moment to take his eyes off of you.

“Thank you, it’s not always that someone will do this, take time out of their day I mean” he says gingerly scratching the nape of his neck, his tousled auburn hair reaching to the point of unruly. He made it look good though, always.

“Yeah, uh no problem, it’s only civil duty” You smiled, you could feel it crinkle into the croons of your eyes.

His eyes crinkled at the comment, a chuckle reaching his throat but not quite fully escaping.

“Is it civic duty to open the door to such a beauty?” He whispered lowly, taking a moments to look down your frame, half nodding in what you hoped was appreciation

You blushed, the heat spilling into your cheeks, your bloodstream, your heart, everywhere. Compliments always made you cower, no matter how many you received it was always a surprise to catch the eye of a stranger, forever holding them to your heart.

Tucking a loose curl behind your ear, you tried to compose yourself before you turned into a heaping sweaty mess on the carpeted floor, not very neighbourly huh?

“Yes, well my parents taught me well, and anyways, I had to get a smile out of you somehow” You replied looking down as you said the last few words, shyness creeping into your frame.

At that he laughed, sharp canines peeking from redden lips as he threw his head back, gripping his chest in exhalation

“You got me there, I guess my cold exterior couldn’t last that long huh?”

“You bet it won’t” you replied smiling now along with him, it was infectious, his laugh, and you willed everything in your being to bring another one out of him.

“Seriously, thank you, I’ve been waiting for this for a long time”

You smiled, nodding your head.

“None of that, it’s fine really, we’re neighbours now yeah?

You smiled taking out your palm from inside your elbow, hanging in the air, awaiting his own.

“Of course, weren’t we always?”

He replied gripping his long manicured five inch acrylics fingers around my own. (I couldn’t resist)

“Yes, but not neighbours, you know?”

He chuckled, clearly understanding the obvious difference in pronounciation

“Well then neighbour, I hope to see you around” he replied eyes boring into my frame, seriousness taking over his eyes, away from the charming goofy glint of before

“Oh you’ll see me, but I’m not that convinced I’ll see you” you said in a pointed expression towards him.

“Oh no doll, for you, for you I’ll be around”. He replied softly, nodding in amusement as if it was a known fact.

He slowly stepped back into his emulsifying apartment, hints of toffee and apples wafting through the encrusted chestnut door. Slowly walking back, you don’t hear the click of the door until you’re in your apartment. He watched you, made sure you made your way back, you don’t know why but that lit up something in you, be it uncautionary hope for love, or just the depths of your desire begging for release.

I back myself against my door, whilst inside my apartment. The eucalyptus diffuser still spitting out puffs of air, the stack of stacked papers still left untouched and ungraded, everything is completely the same. Nothing, absolutely nothing, has shifted, you chant this to yourself like a mantra. So why do you feel like everything has?

You feel this unerving sensation of missing something, and it takes you until you’ve sat down for dinner at your oak blanched dining to realise, it’s him. You miss him. His tousled auburn hair, his crinkled slanted eyes, his high cheekbones dusted with the forgetfulness of shaving. Even his sarcastic comments and stoic stature was something you yearned to have within your space.

At heart, you were a romantic, and even through bundles of work and lectures from family friends who knew more, you realised nothing had changed. Your encounter with James has ruined any sense of accomplishment you thought you had, blown over like a pyramid of cards to the wind. You thought you’d be mad, thought you’d try and distance yourself from him to avoid the inevitable heartache that would come to a love dreamt, but whilst you were tucking into the cold pressed sheets of your king size bed, what was the expected regret, instead was content.

You were content with your glass box shattering, as long as James was the one throwing the axe.

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Still my Winter Soldier

Summary: You follow Steve to save his friend and meet the winter soldier. He’s different than you thought he would be.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: angst, smut, unprotected sex, biting, dirty talk, a hint of orgasm denial, comforting

Sequel to: My Winter Soldier

He’s all muscles, hard as steel, beefy and strong when he presses you into the mattress. His grunts are the hottest thing you’ve ever heard as he let those noises out only for you.

“Fuck, that’s it doll.” His voice is low, dangerously close to your ear as he plunges deep into you. “Love to have this pussy around me.”

“Fucking shit, Bucky…” Your hands paw at his bulging biceps for dear life as he gets impossible faster, taking you apart all over again.

Cries fill the hideout and you are sure Steve can hear you with his advanced hearing, but you don’t care if your friend knows you get railed by his best friend in the best way possible.

“Wet, all wet for me. Look at you underneath me.” Rocking the bed with his strength Bucky smirks as you are a sweating mess for him.

He slides his tongue along your sweat-slicked neck, tasting the salty liquid like it’s divine nectar. “You taste like lust, power, and mine…”

“God, stop talking like that or I can’t hold back, Buck…” Your nails bite deep into his skin, leave crescent moons but he can’t feel the pain, only the pleasure of being inside of you.

“Hold it, Y/N. Remember what happened last time you came without permission.” Shuddering in anticipation you slide your hands up to his shoulders to grip him tightly.

“Doll don’t make me angry.”

“Fuck me, daddy. Fuck your bad girl hard as she will come without permission.”

Smug grin on his lips he pulls out to flip you onto your stomach. He wants to show you he’s in control, but you are not complaining as he lifts your ass to slide back into you.

Deep, so deep it borders on pain Bucky presses into you without mercy. Your hair in his fist, your body pinned to the mattress he turns you into a begging mess.

“Say it, doll!”

“You’re in control and I am…oh…please, Baby. I am yours…”

“That’s right…” Nibbling at your shoulder Bucky smirks as your walls tighten but you hold back the high.

“Such a good girl for me. I bet Stevie would love to see you like that. All obedient underneath me. Begging for my cock and so hard to handle at the same time.”

“Buck…please…oh…please…” Humming against your skin he angles his hips and you can hold it any longer. Your walls contract around his shaft and you slump onto the pillow, closing your eyes.

While you enjoy the high rippling through your body and pure pleasure float your senses you feel warmth fill your womb.

Bucky’s grips your hips tightly, groansas he watches sweat run down your back.

“Such a bad girl I have but you did so well. Almost an hour this time.” Toying with you Bucky ruts into your abused sex. “I think, I’ll let it slip this time.”

“How can I hold back an orgasm when you fuck me straight into the mattress?” Grunting you wiggle in Bucky’s grip.

“Training, doll. I will make sure you can hold it for two hours one day.” Nibbling at your skin, a dirty grin on his lips Bucky won’t pull out. “Got to make you my good girl after all.”

“Oh—yeah? You want me to be your good girl? I think you should know me by now. I am no one you can tame but I love it when you try…” Snickering you look over your shoulder, giving Bucky a wink.

“Love it too…” It’s the closest to ‘I love you’ you’ll get from the ‘broken man’ as Bucky likes to call himself. “You look so pretty in my bed, Y/N.”

“Damn, I thought I look pretty on every furniture, Buck.” Now Bucky snickers and you give him a dirty grin. “Maybe we should try the table or a chair just to be sure.”

“Steve would be disappointed.” Biting your neck Bucky groans. “He believes you are such a good girl but here you are, all wet for the bad guy in the game.”

“Why are you keep on telling me you are the bad guy?” Carefully slipping out of you Bucky falls onto the pillow next to you. He’s reaching out for you, opening his arms and you rest your tired body against his. “What you did is in the past. This wasn’t you, James…”

“Hmmm…” Eyes drifting toward the wall Bucky ignores your words, rather keeps on replaying the words Tony said in his mind. “You chose Steve’s side for me. Y/N…you shouldn’t have…”

“Buck, you should know me better.” Forcing his eyes back on you, holding his chin in a tight grip you look at him, shaking your head.

“No one made me chose a side, Buck. Tony is still my friend, I see his side too, but this wasn’t you killing his parents. I chose Steve’s side as I do not trust anyone more than him.”

“So…you want Stevie…” Smirk on his lips Bucky grabs your waist to roll you onto your back. “You’re mine, doll.”

“Bucky, I want you to stop torturing yourself. What those people did to you – what they made you do is in your past. For over two years you are helping Steve, Sam, Natasha and me to save people.” Humming Bucky hides his face in your neck, just inhaling your scent.

While you let James relax in your arms, you slide your fingers through his hair.

He’s whispering your name, not wanting to move as you press your body against his.

“What I did – I can never make this undone. I wish I could turn back time and not let them capture me. Maybe if I would’ve been faster and didn’t fall off the train. Maybe if I died…” Pressing your lips to his you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Never say that again, Bucky. I know the guilt is eating you up, but you’ve got a second chance and so far, you did well.”

“How is he?” Watching Bucky slam his fists into the punching bag Steve tries to get some answer out of you. “What about the nightmares?”

“He tries Steve, but it’s hard to settle in a new life when you got forced to do all those things against your will. The nightmares are better when I am around.” Nodding Steve glances at you, a smile on his lips.

“Anything I can do? Can I help him?” Patting Steve’s shoulder you shake your head. “Y/N?”

“The missions help, Cap. Every time Bucky can save someone, the nightmares disappear for a while. All we can do is assure him we are there for him and love him.”

“You love him…” Whispering the words Steve slings one arm around your shoulders. “That’s a good thing…right?”

“I don’t know if he wants me to love him, but I do. Bucky is distant on some days and the next day he won’t let go of me.” Giving Steve a nudge you turn to walk toward Bucky.

The super soldier tosses his boxing gloves into a duffle bag, smirking as you playfully punch his shoulder. “Done for today, Sergeant?”

“I think we can call it a day if there’s no mission for us or a damsel in distress to save.” Humming you slide your fingers through his hair, standing on tiptoes to press your lips to his cheek.

“Maybe I am a damsel in distress, and you need to save me. Can you lend me a hand, Bucky?” Giving him your sweetest smile, you chuckle as his hands grip your waist tightly.

“I think I rather play bad girl and the big bad wolf hunting you.” Your eyes lit up at his words. “I’ll count to three and then I am going to get you…”

“What the…?” Watching you run out of the improvised gym, giggling Steve shakes his head. “Bucky?”

“Got no time, Stevie.” Pointing toward you sticking your tongue out Bucky sprints toward the door to follow you. “She’s a bad girl.”

“And he’s still my winter soldier…”

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agentnatasharomanov · 4 years

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Y/N: Natasha, I need a favour.

Natasha: I’m not giving you another lap dance.

Bucky: Lap dance?

Steve: ANOTHER?

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moonvis · 4 years

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One Last Battle [masterlist]

Ship: Bucky Barnes x reader

Plot: Six months after the events of endgame, after finally reuniting, Y/n and Bucky are ready to fully let go of all the battles they fought in the past. Just as they think the future holds a bright life for them, one last battle has to be fought. A battle for life itself, which leads Y/n to take action in preparing Bucky for the worst. With Bucky’s fears and Y/n’s future plan for him, will their relationship even last until the last battle is over?

Plot note: Based on the movie “Irreplaceable you”, set six months after the events of Endgame.

Warnings: angst, hospoitals, heartbreak, fluff. some smutty content in later chapters.

MASTERLIST

Chapter 1: Wrong expectations

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4:

Chapter 5

Chapter 6:

Chapter 7:

more will come...

thank you all for reading this series! I hope you enjoy/have enjoyed! All your support is appreciated!

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harry-osborne · 6 years

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When you realise the infinity war is going to make the MCU or break it

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months

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Wasted 3

Warnings: drug dealing/use, violence, noncon, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥

Part of The Club AU

You guffaw. An ugly gesture that sends your cigarette flying. You barely catch it, twirling it between your fingers. You roll it and put it back to your lips. You flick your lighter and cup your hand over the flame.

"Sure, dude, let me just pop that roofie real quick," you shake your head and inhale a deep cloud of nicotine, "you think I'm one of these dumbass coeds. Fucking lunatic."

"Was being nice, shit ain't cheap," he growls.

"Uh huh," you blow out, "nice try."

He leans on the wall and watches you. You continue smoking, an arm across your stomach as the night breeze swirls around you. The gall of this dude. You're not that fucking stupid.

"You always this mouthy?"

You shrug and flick the ash off your smoke, "only to creepers pushing percs on the street."

"Molly," he corrects you.

"Don't give a shit," you sneer, "how do you think…" you turn on your heel and point towards the door, "those guys would like you running business in their pl–"

You have no time to react or scream. The cigarette falls from your grasp as a rough palm covers your mouth, an impenetrable embrace around your waist as you're dragged back. Your heels scrape on the ground as you murmur soundlessly into his hand.

You claw at his thick fingers, writhing against him as he hauls you into the alley with ease. Holy shit, he's strong. Stronger than you at least.

"You really wanna be a fucking narc?" He snarls against your head, "you know what I do to rats?"

You snap your teeth but they only glide against his calloused skin. You kick out, bringing your heels down aimlessly, wriggly as you latch onto his arm. What the fuck?

"Shh, baby, calm down," he taunts, "you keep fucking around and I won't be fucking nice."

You manage to pull his hand down, just an inch, "creep–"

He quickly smothers you again, spinning to slam you into the brick wall. You hear footsteps, voices, and shadows skew down from the mouth of the alley as figures pass. He keeps you pinned behind the dumpster, the stink of it roiling your stomach.

He doesn't move, pressing his legs against yours to still them, waiting with slow breaths for the group to pass. You twitch helplessly, overpowered easily. Holy fucking shit. Shit! You can get out of this. You have to.

You clap your hands against the brick and try to push away. Your arms shake, your body straining as you fight against his strength. You get a few inches from the wall before you collapse against it once more.

"You're gonna get yourself all worked up," he grunts as he snakes his arm around your throat, curling it until his bicep bulges, "you don't wanna do that. Trust me."

You feel his other hand run down your back, a small tug on the tail of your skirt. He feels between your bodies, fishing in his pocket as he keeps your windpipe blocked. You puff and wheeze, flailing as you fight to escape.

He covers your mouth again, a pill slipping through your teeth before you can clamp down. You nearly choke on the pasty capsule.

You cough as he seals his palm over your lips and brings his knee up to your lower back. He unhooks his arm, massaging your throat as he coaxes you to swallow. You have no choice and the tablet lumps before finally rolling past your reflex.

He holds you tight, waiting as he keeps your head tilted against his shoulder. He rocks you as he hushes your muffled snarls. Fucker!

"It's alright, baby, you'll feel it soon."

Your vicious words are muted by his palm as your spit slathers in fury. You grasp at his shirt, nails grazing his hard stomach. You twist and squirm, growing dizzy with the effort.

He snickers and nuzzles your crown, "come on, you're gonna have a bad trip if you don't calm down."

Your eyes round as you try to turn your head, hot breath fan over his hand. A surge of panicked frustration rises and has you bucking wildly. If he'd just let you the fuck go!

"You should listen. You're gonna be fucked if you keep this up. Trust me, you let yourself roll and you'll have the time of your life," he squeezes your jaw his other hand crawl up your stomach, "hell, I might too."

You babble and close your eyes. Your throat is hot and scratchy, your head wobbly from the vodka, your lungs burning with your struggle. You clasp onto his wrist as you resist the weightiness behind your eyes coupled with the strange lightness blooming in your skull.

"Almost there, deep breaths," he coos as he holds you flush to him. "You ever fuck high? It's like nothing else, baby."

Another rush of horror knots in your chest, quickly unraveled by the flow of hot and cold in your veins. You're buzzing, almost shaking as you feel the drugs taking over, mingling with the alcohol that coats your stomach. You drone as your head lolls.

He lets his hand fall from your chin and you giggle, leaning into him. Your eyes roll back as you succumb to the warring sensations. Fuck, you feel good.

"That's it," he purrs as your muscles slacken, "let's have some fun, hottie."

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radi0active-thoughts · 6 years

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Ghost, Chapter 1 - “I’ll Come Crashing”

A/N: Chapter inspired by the song "I'll Come Crashing" by A Giant Dog. I'm actually molding a playlist for this story on Spotify and I'll share the link as soon as it's ready. By the way, special thanks for @witchymarvelspacecase for being an amazing beta reader an helping me with my “not-that-good” english. <3

A/N, 2: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

Chapter summary: After a few days unconscious, the reader finds herself in a hospital bed and freaks out in a murderous way, until she finds out where she is.

Warnings (for the chapter): Violence, swearing and nudity. Oh, and light smut.

Y/N: Your name Y/LN: Your last name.

Word count: 1,912

Upstate New York: A few days later

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I took a deep breath as I tried to open my eyes. There was a bright light flashing that made me not want to open my eyes. I was feeling had an almost unbearable headache.

“Shit,” I thought to myself, “Did I die? Is this the Purgatory?”

I made my eyes open and let them adjust to the light above me, so I could look around: The room I was in had entirely glass walls, and I was all wired up with in a lot of hospital like care equipment; a heart rate and blood pressure monitor, and an IV in my arm pumping medicine into my veins.

I gathered the strength to pinch my left arm, just to check if I was really alive, and I thanked God for cheating death. Damn straight. I began to move carefully and sat on the edge of the hospital bed. The scratches that I had earned during my journey through the Amazonian rainforest, and the bullet wounds I had gained were entirely healed.

“How did my injuries heal that fast? More importantly of it all: where the Hell I am?” I thought.

That's when I saw a guard at the door of my room. He was armed and wore all the attire for a private security guard. I continued to look at my surroundings and my body trembled as I tried to get up.

"Calm down, Y/N" I sighed while stretching my body, my muscles stopped trembling from the tension they held. "Calm the fuck down... now, what do I do?"

All I wore was one of those surgical gowns with a rear opening, my hair wasn't tied, but I found a black hair tie. The armed dude at the door held a machine gun and had a few more compartments on his gear that held a knife and a revolver. I smirked.

"Oh, here's what I'm gonna do..." I whispered under my breath while tieing my hair in a ponytail.

I limped to the door and opened it, catching the guard's attention. He was kinda cute.

"Hey, handsome." I gave him my best smile. He didn't look impressed. "I'm kinda bored inside this room and you might be bored here too, so... why not help each other out and do something that both of us will enjoy, huh?"

He kept looking at me and I made sure I gave him an innocent smile and showed off my left leg, which is entirely tattooed with flowers.

"I can't, Miss." he responded simply and I pouted.

"What a shame." I approached him and caressed his thigh, lightly touching his cock. "We could be, you know, useful to each other."

"But people could see us." He whispered and gestured with his head to the walls, but I continued and I guided one of his hands, so he could touch me.

"We'd give 'em a hell of a show, don't you think?" I made him touch my inner thighs and his lips curved into a smile. He pulled my body to his and I reached his belt to find a taser. I turned it on.

"What are yo-UGH" I gave him no time to ask as his body reacted to the shock, falling to the floor. I bent down so I could take his gun and a loaded cartridge.

I definitely have no space to take a machine gun with me, I thought. Unfortunately.

"Sorry sugar, nothing personal." I said. The man, whose surname was Payne, groaned in response. "You're super cute though, we should go out sometime."

I got up and began to find my way out of that building. Two guards tried to stop me when they saw me approaching holding a gun.

"Hey!" one of them screamed. With no second thoughts, I turned around, shot them both and began to run as quickly as my bum leg could manage to the next corridor.

"Oh, shit!" I said while running as an emergency horn started blaring through the speakers. A few guards almost caught up with me but man, I was quicker than they thought.

My right elbow hit the stomach of the dude closest to me and I kicked the other one on his left knee. I shot a third one who was running to me and, when I tried for a second shot, the gun clicked, the cartridge was empty.

"Oh, sweet Payne." I whispered while reloading the gun. "You're cute but dumb, never mind, I'm not gonna go out with you."

The guard I hit with my elbow attacked me again, holding my body against the wall. I couldn't help but smirk.

"Not gonna pay for a coffee first, sweetie?" I asked and hit his head with mine, before setting myself free and hitting his head against the wall.

Then, the one that I kicked in the knee came to me and I gave him another kick, in his stomach this time, so he hit the floor. And then I started to run again.

I had to leave that place as soon as possible, even though I could feel every inch of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

I ran and scared the hospital workers while I tried to get away.

"Hold her!" I heard someone shouting. I looked back and saw a few more guards running toward me. I ran on and found an Asian woman holding an iPad and wearing a medical coat. I pulled her to me, protecting my body.

"Who are you?" I asked her, touching her back with the gun.

She swallowed hard. "D-doctor Helen Cho." she answered trembling in fear.

"Okay." I whispered. "Here's the thing, Doctor. I need you to take me to the best way out of this place, you hear me? Nod if you do."

She nodded. "Are you gon-"

"No, I'm not gonna kill you if that's what you're asking." I answered. "Just take me out of here."

"O-okay". She said and I pointed the gun to her head when I saw the guards approach. Helen took a deep breath.

"Come closer and she dies." I screamed and they stopped in their tracks. All of the workers were in a panic. "If you don't wanna see brains decorating your walls, don't make any fucking moves."

When I realized they took that threat seriously, I pulled the Doctor with me and took the gun off of her head as we began to walk.

"Where do we go now?" I asked her and she thought for a while. I sighed. "I don't have all day long."

"We go left." she answered and I pulled her so she'd lead the way. We entered a elevator and went a few floors down, so we were now in a lounge that looked like a big ass billionaire bar.

I wandered about that place, until I heard a manly voice.

"Cho, what are yo-" he said when I pointed the gun to her head. "Oh, shit!".

"Stay back." I said while I took the sight of five men and two women looking at the scene in shock. I pointed the gun to her head once again. "If you don't want her brains scattered to the floor, you better stay back!"

"You ain't doing that, Miss." I heard one of them, a tall, well built, and blond dude, speaking.

"You better not doubt me." I retorted.

"You're wearing a surgical gown." one of the women, a redhead, said matter of factly.

"I've done more with less clothes on." I said.

"I don't doubt it." a brunette man with tanned skin said. He was shorter than the other men in the room but I recognized him somehow. "By the way, I was waiting for you, Y/N Y/LN."

"How do you know my name?" I asked as I took the gun of Helen's head, who was definitely calmer than I was. As I waited for an answer, I took my time to whisper in her ear. "Go back to your job. I'm really sorry I had to do this."

"That's ok." She simply said and nodded as she left the room. "I know you've done worse."

What did she mean by that? I thought.

"First of all, you might know me, right?" the man asked.

"Vaguely" I looked more into his features, but my brain didn't give me any names. "I guess."

"Somebody who doesn't know you, Stark?" a black man asked with a smirk. "That's new."

"Shut your fucking face, Birdie." the Stark dude said. I was about to laugh when I realized who I was talking with.

"Language." the blond hunk pointed.

"Shut your face, Steve." a man with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes said and I also knew him.

"You're Tony Stark." I said in disbelief and with wide eyes. And then I looked to the man on his left, whom I knew as Lewis. "And you... I’ve done a few jobs for you."

"Damn straight, girl." he said and looked to the man who gave me jobs. "But his name isn't Lewis."

"I'm Clint Barton." he said. "But I'm known as Hawkeye."

I tried to process all the information. I was in a building in I-didn't-know-where, with the dude who owns Stark Industries and is goddamn Iron Man and with a dude who gave me jobs, whose name was apparently not Lewis, but Clint and he's motherfucking Hawkeye.

"Y-you're the Avengers." I stuttered in my own breath.

"I can tell she's surprised and scared at the same time." a woman, no, a girl with brown hair said, with an European accent.

"I'm not scared." I stated as I took a deep breath.

"No?" Tony gave me a questioning look.

"I can make you dance like a fucking Leprechaun if I want, Stark." I said when I pointed the gun to his feet. "And it's not even St. Patrick's Day."

I heard a few snickers and the team, except for Stark, broke the seriousness of the moment trying to supress their giggles.

"There's no need to make me brag about my dance moves, Y/N." He said when he understood what I meant. "I have a proposal for you."

"What kind of proposal?" I asked him.

"First of all" he began. "I assume you need some rest, food and clean clothes. We can talk about this later."

"You might be cold..." the man who Tony referred as Birdie, Falcon, said. "Wearing only this."

"No, not at all." I said and he shrugged.

"You need to cover yourself up." the blond dude, that I recognized as the Captain America, said.

"No, there's no need." I said politely.

"But you're only wearing a camisole..." he insisted and I sighed in annoyance.

I began to take that surgical gown off of my body, getting naked in front of them all. I suddenly regretted, that room was really freezing and my body was in chills.

"Is this a bother for you right now?" I asked. The poor man blushed and looked away. I looked to all the Avengers that watched the scene, nodded simply and turned around still holding the gun and started to walk.

"FRIDAY?" I heard Tony say.

"Yes, Mr. Stark?" the robot system answered.

"Show Mrs. Y/LN her new room." He commanded.

"Go to the elevator, Mrs. Y/LN." FRIDAY began to instruct and I did as I was told.

“Whatever Tony's proposal is, it might be interesting”. I began to think as a smile formed on my lips. “This is gonna be fun”

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