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promiscuousbarnes · 11 months
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a new beginning
BuckyBarnes x Female!Rogers!Reader AU
Summary: “Who’s going to play with that pretty little pussy of yours? Hm? Who’s going to eat you out until you scream for him to stop? Who’s going to make you squirt all over his cock, then lick you clean after?”
Warnings18+: kissing, swearing, slight anal play, orgasm denial, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), p in v, alcohol, use of ‘sir’ once, kind of dom/sub vibes if you squint hard enough, squirting, face fucking, slight public sexual things
Beta’d by: @cecesrings @illicitfixations thank you both i love you:)
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The blinding strobe lights flicker through the crowded club. Sweaty bodies grinding against each other, people sucking each other's faces off, and others just sitting at their booths watching everything around them while nursing a beer or whiskey. The club smelled like a mixture of sweat and fruity drinks. 
You watched as your brother chat up the red-haired woman who he called his best friend, from across the room where you stood at the bar. Your arm leaned against the sticky surface but you weren’t really bothered by it. Tonight was the first time that Steve allowed you to come out with him, Natasha, and Bucky to a club. Steve was usually too overprotective and said no. Somehow though, you were here, you didn’t even have to put up a fight. 
You swiftly turned around through the bodies planted at the bar, ordering yourself another rum and coke. After the handsome bartender handed you your drink, you turned back around to scope out your target for tonight's adventure. Your eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on Bucky staring at you from where he sat in the corner. Bucky was one of those people who sat in the booth drinking his whiskey and watching the crowd. You shot him a quick smile before you continued your scanning. 
Pretty blonde hair, black shirt, black jeans, tall, that was your target for the night. 
You pushed yourself away from the bar and stalked your way over to the man on the sidelines of the dance floor. He watched as you pranced your way over to him.
“Hey, handsome.” You yelled close to his ear to make sure you get heard.
You watched as his eyes scanned over the black fitted dress you wore. You knew you look good. The dress showed every curve and your makeup was done to perfection. Once he was done taking you in, he slid his arm around your back pulling your body closer to him so he could speak into your ear. 
“Well, what is a beautiful girl like you doing in a club like this?”
The accent rolled off his tongue, making your knees weak. Of course, a hot guy like this would have an accent to make him even more delicious. 
“Looking for someone like you to make sure I have a good time.” 
His face lit up like a Christmas tree as soon as the words left your lips. 
“You have a name, pretty girl?”
“Y/n!”
“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl, I’m Baron, but you can call me Zemo. You wanna dance, pretty girl?”
You smiled and nodded at him. He pulled your waist closer and put you in front of him, your ass pressed against his crotch. He held you tightly as you ground against him. 
As time went on and the songs continued to play through, you felt his lips press against you, leaving kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone. You let your head rest back against his shoulder as soft moans fell from your lips. 
“You want to get out of here?”
Zemo whispered into your ear, sending a tingle down your spine. 
“Let me get another drink then we can go.” 
You shouted up to him. You watched as he smiled, then let go of your waist to allow you to go over to the bar. 
You waved over to the bartender and ordered another round. While you were waiting you turned your head to see Bucky standing right next to you, his eyes on something other than your face. 
“Are you checking out my ass? You asked while standing there dumbfounded. 
You watched as Bucky took a sip of his whiskey and spoke with a smirk across his face. 
“Would not be the first time, and most certainly won’t be the last time.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. You knew he was bold, but this level of boldness you had never seen. You watched as his tongue darted out and licked against his lower lip. You wouldn’t mind if that tongue licked your own lips or your pussy. Especially the latter. 
“Would Stevie like you talking to me like that?”
You looked at him through your lashes and bit your lip. 
“Would ‘Stevie’ like you going out to a club full of men looking like that? Where half the men in here want to eat you up? You’re just asking to get that sweet little pussy fucked.”
He cocked his head to the side with a shit-eating grin on his face. Your face probably looked as white as a ghost. You could feel a new gush of wetness from between your legs. Who knew Bucky was so dirty with his words? 
“Well I don’t see him anywhere do you? So I see no issue.” 
Matter of fact, Steve did yell at you multiple times before you left your house to go change but Bucky didn’t need to know that. It also didn’t make Steve any less angry when Natasha called you hot and said she would take you home to have a good time if she wasn’t with your brother. It always made you laugh when Natasha said things like that, you knew she was only joking but did Steve?
“Well it was nice sitting here and chatting with you Buck, but I have other things to tend to.”
You etched a smirk on your face but as Bucky spoke it only dropped. 
“Oh, you mean with Zemo?”
“How do you know that?”
You tilted your head, this should be interesting. 
“That’s for me to worry about and not for you. But I think he’s a little preoccupied Bunny.”
Bucky pointed his finger toward the dance floor. Your eyes followed to where it pointed to and saw Baron now sucking faces with a blonde woman. Great, so much for a fun-filled night. You let out a groan. 
“Poor little bunny, who will satisfy you now?”
Bucky had a jokingly cocky tone in his voice that made your body feel even angrier. 
“Shut up Barnes.”
There was nothing but malice in your voice. You were sexually frustrated and Bucky and his sultry tone did nothing to ease the ache between your legs. 
“Who’s going to play with that pretty little pussy of yours? Hm? Who’s going to eat you out until you scream for him to stop? Who’s going to make you squirt all over his cock, then lick you clean after?”
Bucky knew he was riling you up, the answer to his questions was: him. He was going to eat you out until you were begging for him to stop. He is going to be the one to make you squirt all over his cock, and he is most definitely going to be the one to lick you clean after. 
“I said shut up!” 
Your legs were pressed together tightly, on the verge of rubbing together to create some sort of friction to ease the growing ache the more he spoke. 
You watched as Bucky’s eyes scanned the crowd and as soon as he found what he was looking for, he looked back to you, sliding his arm around your waist, pulling your chest against his toned one. 
“Want to know the answer to my question bunny? On who’s going to be playing with that pretty pussy of yours?”
Your senses were invaded with Bucky’s cologne, almost making your body mush. You were quickly becoming weak and he knew it. He watched as your legs pressed together tighter than before, watched as your chest quickly rose and fell the more he spoke, the way your lips spread. He had you right where he wanted you. 
You nodded your head, words had left your mind. You were salivating at this point. You wanted him. Your skin tingled as his finger ran across your cheekbone. 
“Me. It’s going to be me who is balls deep inside you tonight.”
Your body shivered as soon as the words left his mouth. His pointer finger brushed the loose strand of hair from your face, as he watched your face contort to practically heart eyes. 
“Would you like that bunny?”
You nodded your head, still feeling completely blank in your mind. 
“Words, bunny, come on.”
“Y-yes, I would like that.”
Bucky now had a big smile shining across his face. His cock was straining against his tight-fitted jeans, he could not wait to get you home and have his way with you. The way he has dreamed to have you since he was twenty years old, which in hindsight is only a few years. 
“Well then, let me go tell our ‘Stevie’ that you are not feeling too well and me being a gentleman and all, I’m going to make sure you get home safely.”
You nod your head. Bucky lets a slight laugh spill from his lips while he watches you practically vibrating with impatience. He leaves a soft kiss against your cheek and then pulls away. He pushes his way through the crowd of sweaty bodies and finds Steve with Natasha on the dance floor. He places his arm against Steve’s back before trying to talk over the loud music of the club. 
“Hey pal, I’m going to take Y/n home, she’s not feeling too well. Think she drank too much, if you need me I’ll probably be holding her hair.” 
While Bucky made it come across as her throwing up, he truly meant he’ll be holding her hair back while she swallows his dick down her perfect throat. 
“Make sure she get’s home safe. Stay with her if need be, I trust you. Have fun pal.” 
Steve smirks at him, because truthfully he thinks it’s funny he’ll be watching her puke. It’s going to be his payback for talking Steve into allowing you to come to the club with them. Steve can see it now, you whining like you always do while your sick and Bucky groaning every time you ask for something. 
“Got it man, text you when we’re home.”
Bucky walks away with pep in his step to get back to the pretty girl at the bar who’s going to be crying his name out later. 
“All set bunny.” 
Bucky wraps his arm around your waist and practically drags you out of the club. Your eyes scan down his body, to his rock-hard cock pressed against his pants. He could probably pound nails with how hard he is. 
Bucky stops you both at the curb, while he waits for the Uber he somehow ordered from when you were both at the bar to when he was with Steve. 
When the car finally pulls up, Bucky ushers you in the car first then follows suit. Once the two of you are both buckled in, Bucky pulls you by your waist to climb on top of his lap. His lips find their way to yours like a magnet. Bucky’s fingers rake through your hair, while your fingers rub against the bulge in his pants. Bucky is high off of the way your lips taste alone, he can’t imagine what your pussy is going to do to him and probably put him in cardiac arrest if he’s being honest. 
His thoughts are cut short as he hears a soft whimper leave your delicious lips. His one free hand slides down your body and his fingers cup your mound. A groan leaves his lips as soon as he is met with your soaking wet pussy. 
“No panties? Your dripping bunny all over me bunny. It’s so fucking hot.”
You grind yourself over his fingers, desperate for some sort of friction. Soft pants leave your lips when his thumb presses hard against your clit. You close your eyes and let your forehead rest against his shoulder. If this damn Uber could hurry up that would be fantastic!
“Gotta be quiet baby.”
Bucky whispers into your ear while you continue to grind your clit against his hand. 
You’re so blissed out on cloud nine that you don’t even realize the Uber is pulling up in front of your house. 
“Wrap your legs around my waist bunny,” Bucky speaks as he opens the car door. 
Bucky carries you up to the front door while your lips attack and suck at his neck. Bucky knows the pin to your house so you don’t even feel the need to pull away from him. 
Once Bucky finally gets the door open, he slams it shut with your body. His lips attack yours. You suck on his tongue which earns you a beautiful groan. 
You pull away from him and admire the crinkles around his eyes and the slight scruff he has scattered across his cheeks. 
“Bedroom Buck, now.”
Bucky pulls away from the door and carries you down to your bedroom. He places you down on the ground and turns you around. He unzips his dress for you and places it on the hanger that's attached to your closet. You stare at him with a pout and a look of confusion on your face. 
“What? I may be incredibly horny for you, but I know how expensive that dress is and I’m not allowing it to get ruined seeing as you look so sexy in it.”
A hearty laugh leaves your lips and Bucky smiles at you. 
“Alright, I’m getting impatient, get on the bed before I throw you on there.”
Bucky’s voice is back to his sultry, dominant tone. Your legs feel like jello. You slowly climb onto the bed awaiting further instructions from the man in front of you. 
“Lay down in the middle of the bed and spread your legs.”
You follow his instructions exactly. You don’t even let the thoughts of doubt creep up into your mind, you are too tingly to focus on anything else. 
“Rub your clit for me bunny. Want you all nice and wet for me.”
The breath is sucked from your lungs as you watch him slowly undress. Sure you’ve seen him in swim trunks before but he looks like a Greek God right now, you want to eat him alive. 
Your finger trails down from your chest, to your stomach, to your clit. You slowly work yourself while your other hand flies to your nipple and pulls on it. Moans are spilling from your lips before your brain can even catch up. Your eyes watch as Bucky tugs on his cock while watching you. 
He stalks closer to you and climbs on the bed. Bucky wraps his arms underneath your thighs as he lays down and places them over his shoulders. Bucky slaps your hand away and blows cool air over your clit, causing you to squirm. 
“You’re such a fucking tease Bucky, oh my go-”
Bucky’s lips attach to your clit and your back immediately arches. You become lightheaded from the way he sucks and nibbles on your sensitive bud. Your body increasingly grows hotter the more he sucks. Your pussy clenches and unclenches when he starts to kitten lick at your clit. His tongue makes its way down to your leaking cunt. His tongue invades your hole and he begins to tongue fuck you. Your hands fly down to grab his hair and you can feel him smirk against your bare cunt. 
“Bucky I’m going to come, don’t stop.”
Your pussy starts to clench around his tongue. He can feel that you’re close. His thumb trails down to your puckered hole and begins to rub you. Your eyes begin to cross from the pleasure he is giving you. You throw your head back as you scream his name while you cum all over his tongue. 
While you try to catch your breath and brush the stars away from your vision, Bucky speaks. 
“You taste so good bunny, could eat this sweet pussy all day. Maybe one day I will, who knows?”
“Jesus Bucky, if I had known you had a tongue like that, we would have done this forever ago.” 
You let out a breathless chuckle, still not back from the mind-blowing orgasm you just had. 
“You’re right we should have done this forever ago.”
Bucky looks up at you from your pussy and sees the post-sex glow. You look more beautiful now than ever before, he thinks to himself. 
“Can I suck your dick? Please Bucky I need you in my mouth.”
Bucky groans. How could he ever deny you?
“Come here bunny.”
Bucky stands from the bed, his cock standing against his chiseled stomach. Your mouth waters at the sight. You lay down on your stomach in front of him, your ass sticking out. 
You press a kiss to the tip and then lick a broad stripe down to his balls. You take one of them into your mouth while his cock now rests against your face. Bucky looks down and thinks he’s in heaven. Would it be wrong if he took a picture of you and made it his lock screen? Definitely. 
Your hand fondles his other balls while you suck on his right one. You peer up at Bucky to see his head thrown back and his lips parted. You make your way back up to his throbbing cock and slip it into your mouth. You move your head up and down quickly and you watch as Bucky hisses. 
As promised, in his own mind of course, Bucky scoops up your hair forming a makeshift ponytail while you suck, what he feels, is the soul out of him. You suck the mushroom head of his cock and swallow down his pre-cum. Bucky is groaning above you.
You quickly pull away from his cock and look up at him while his head shoots down at you. 
“Fuck my mouth.”
Bucky is so screwed. He almost blew his load from those words alone. 
“Are you sure bunny, I don’t want you passing out on me?”
“I’m sure, please Bucky, please fuck my throat.”
Well, who is he to deny his bunny of anything?
Bucky watches as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out waiting for him. Bucky uses the hand on your hair to push your head down his cock. He starts slowly working your throat open. Once he feels your head, he pushes you down further. He can hear the noises in your throat as he breaches further. For sure you would tap out if you can’t breathe right?
Bucky pushes your head all the way down. Your nose is tickled by the black hairs he has. Bucky could come from this alone. Bucky pulls away after five seconds and allows you to breathe. Your lips are spit-slick and red. Bucky pulls your head away from his cock by your hair and a pout rests on your face.
“This is going to end a lot faster if you keep sucking me like that.”
You giggled as you move to lie down close to your pillows. You spread your legs for him and he feels weak. You’re dripping all over the bed and it’s all for him. 
“Condom?”
Bucky peers down at you, his body practically shaking from his painful hard-on. 
“I’m clean, as long as you are then we are good.”
You smile up at him through your lashes.
Bucky nods a beautiful smile across his face. 
Bucky spreads your legs even further and rubs his tips through your slick folds a few times before sliding into you. A gasp falls from your lips and a groan from his. You’re so wet and warm and tight, Bucky doesn’t know how long he’ll last. Bucky must have stilled for too long because you wriggling underneath him trying to get him to move. 
“Jesus, you’re impatient.” 
“Bucky please move.”
You’re practically whimpering, you need him to move otherwise you might cry. Bucky’s hands find your hips and he begins to move in and out of you. When Bucky feels your walls loosening, he picks up the speed in his thrusts. You’re a whining mess below Bucky and he can’t get enough of it. 
“Harder Bucky, please!”
Bucky repositions his body and then starts to piston his hips into you. You throw your head back as he hits that one spot over and over again. 
“Bucky!”
“Such a good girl bunny. Look how good you’re taking my cock. Such a good bunny.”
Bucky leans down and catches his lips against yours swallowing your moans. Your walls begin to clench around him and your eyes roll back into your head. And as soon as that feeling is there, it’s gone just as fast. You whimper and look up at Bucky who has a cocky grin on his face. 
“Not yet bunny, I tell you when to come. Not a second before. Understand?”
You nod, on the verge of screaming from wanting to come so bad. 
“Words, bunny. Come on, be a good girl, yeah?” 
“Yes, sir.”
Jesus he almost just blew his load. 
Bucky slowly starts to thrust into you again. He circles his hips into you and your legs wrap around his waist. Bucky watches as your face gets redder the faster he goes. His hips are again pistoning into you. You’re feeling the building of your orgasm again, praying he doesn’t stop.
“Please Bucky, please let me cum. I’ll be your good girl. I promise I’ll be good. Let me be your good girl.”
Bucky grins at this, so obedient and so his. 
“Only because you asked so nicely bunny. I want you to come for me.”
Bucky continues basically pile-driving into you and his thumb finds your clit, rubbing fast circles. The feeling is building faster than before, there's a burning feeling in your lower stomach. 
“Come on pretty girl, be my good girl and squirt for me. I can feel you, you’re there, just one. more. thrust.”
Bucky fucks into you harder with every word, and just like he said you’re squirting all over him. Your head is thrown back against the pillow with your eyes clenched shut. 
“You’re so tight for me baby. Can I come in this pretty pussy? My pretty pussy?”
You violently nod your head yes up at him. 
Bucky thrusts into you a few more times before he is spurting his hot seed into you. Bucky’s breathing is jagged and his eyes are closed. His cock slips out of you with a squelch with makes you cringe. He collapses next to you and buries his head into your neck. 
“Jesus fucking Christ, that was the best sex I’ve ever fucking had. You have the best pussy ever.”
You let out a dry breathless laugh, still trying to regain full consciousness. 
Bucky and you lay there for a while trying to regain strength. A phone ringing breaks the both of you out of your bliss. Bucky stands up, grabs his phone from the front of his pants pocket, and walks back to the bed. When he’s back next to you, he turns his phone to the both of you seeing an incoming call from Steve. At the same time, both of you shoot your heads at each other and yell:
“Don’t tell Steve!”
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hotreadingwitch · 10 months
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Bucky x Reader - Nosebleed
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Content Warnings/Kinks: slut-shaming, violence (not during sex), dominance, hickeys, nipple play, finger sucking, cum swallowing, light edging, sub/dom dynamic (collaring), daddy kink, praise kink, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex 
Nosebleed
"Man, you're dumb letting your girl out of the house in that outfit" a man slurred from the alleyway beside the club they were on their way to.
Bucky stilled, his hand tensing where it was placed on the small of Y/n's back. 
"Bucky don't-" Y/n started.
"Move" he growled, his words harsh, a no-nonsense command. 
She hesitated, on one hand, the guy was being rude but on the other, he was just a stupid asshole...did he really deserve to be beaten up by a super soldier just because of one comment? No, Y/n decided at that moment, she didn't deserve to be slut-shamed and if Bucky wanted to make sure that man never said something vile to another woman then so be it. She pulled herself up and moved aside, nodding at Bucky as she did, indicating that he could get violent. 
Y/n turned, looking away as she heard Bucky's first blow landing and the man's groan of pain in response. 
"Please" the man begged, "I didn't do anything" 
"You didn't do anything?" She heard Bucky chuckle darkly, "You don't count slut-shaming women as doing something asshole?"
"Fuck man" he groaned, "I didn't mean it I swear" 
Bucky punched him again. Hard. 
"Yeah fucking right" 
Y/n turned just in time to see Bucky lift the man up off of the ground and slam him against the wall. 
"Owwww" the man howled. 
"Bucky," Y/n said quietly. 
His gaze flicked toward her, steel blue eyes turned almost grey with anger. Her eyes widened at the sight of his bleeding nose, the other man must have gotten a good punch in. 
"Let's go home" she added, "He's not worth it" 
"Yea man listen to your girl" the man choked out. 
Bucky dropped him, letting go of his collar and turning toward Y/n, taking her hand. 
"Fucking crazy" the man mumbled under his breath. 
Bucky snapped, turning back around and punching the guy so hard he fell onto the ground, knocked out.
"Now we can go" Bucky growled. 
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Y/n and Bucky walked into Zemo's apartment. It was late so the two other men were already in bed. Bucky gripped Y/n's hand, squeezing it, before asking: 
"Can you help me get cleaned up?"
"Sure" she smiled before leading him to the en-suite bathroom in her room.
Bucky balanced himself against the edge of the sink, leaning back, squinting down at Y/n. She wet a towel and started to mop up the wound on his face that would surely leave a bruise the next morning. 
"You know I didn't need you to defend me tonight" Y/n sighed as she blotted the blood away. 
"I know Y/n but I can't just let people say that kind of thing about you" he sighed. 
"My knight in shining armour" she chuckled dryly. 
"I'm no knight Y/n" he grumbled as she dabbed under his nose. 
"Bucky" she whispered. 
She hadn't realized how close their faces were until then. 
"Yeah?" he whispered back. 
She reached a hand up, tangling it with the hair at the nape of his neck, just above his blood-stained shirt collar. 
"You're a good guy you know?" she stated, a small smile on her lips "I don't want you forgetting it" 
He closed the gap between them, drawing his lips to hers. His were warm and soft, softer than she'd expected. Y/n kissed him back hungrily, gripping his hair, and pulling him closer. 
He pressed up against her, moving her backward into her room, their kisses becoming deeper by the second. Y/n yelped as the back of her knees hit the edge of her bed. Bucky threw her down forcefully before climbing over top of her. His face was inches from hers but not a single part of him touched her shivering body. 
"Can I touch you?" He begged gruffly, a growl forming deep in his throat. 
She nodded, her nose brushing his as she did, the small touch sending a fire through both their desperate bodies.
Bucky slid his metal hand under her back, unzipping her short dress before pulling it entirely off of her, groaning when he saw the lingerie she was wearing underneath. She smirked up at him, pleased that the simple black lace set turned him on. 
"Can you take it off for me doll?" He growled as he balanced above her, taking in her body hungrily. 
Y/n nodded before obeying, not breaking eye contact with him as she undid her bra, throwing it onto the floor. Bucky leant down planting kisses from her jaw down to her neck to her chest, sucking on her sensitive skin. 
"So beautiful" he breathed onto her skin, "So fucking beautiful" 
He continued, slinking lower and lower until he was settled between her thighs. He kissed the bare skin next to her panty line, his warm, red lips making her cold skin shiver. With one swift motion, he ripped her panties off of her. He kissed her inner thighs, again and again, leaving purple marks behind. When he finally reached her pussy she was already aroused, completely ready for him and the pleasure he was about to bring her. 
"Please..." she whined desperately.
Bucky began by tracing lazy circles around her clit, making her hips buck upwards to meet his expert tongue. 
"Mmm," she moaned, tilting her head back in pleasure as her thighs spread open even further, giving Bucky full access to her aching pussy.
Her whimpers and little breathy moans did nothing but turn Bucky on even more. He felt his cock tighten in his pants as Y/n whispered his name and looked down at him with her doe eyes. 
The longer he continued the more she clenched inside, her body begging for an orgasm. 
As if he knew exactly what she needed next, he ran his finger up and down her slit, letting it get soaked by her building juices before slipping it inside her. The initial feeling of Bucky's curling fingers hitting her g-spot made her breathe hitch and a loud whimper escape her mouth. 
"You're so fucking good for me doll" he groaned, the feeling of her clenching around his fingers making his cock harder by the second. 
As he continued lapping circles around her clit and curling his fingers inside her pussy her body reacted to every movement, back arching off of the bed, toes curling. A warmth then spread across her chest as her lower body quivered in anticipation.
"Fuck" she breathed, every single curse word she uttered making him even more aroused. He wanted to get inside her so badly but he knew she needed this, to be warmed up first.
"Mm hm," she mumbled before another louder moan escaped her lips.
Her hips jerked up and down as she came but Bucky held her in place, gripping her thighs tightly, pleasing her through the waves of her release. 
Y/n was wet now, her pussy sticky with cum as she lay breathing heavily on the bed. When she calmed down she slunk her hand down Bucky's chest, unbuttoning his tight white button-up shirt as she did. She threw the blood-stained item to the side, letting herself admire Bucky's taut abs. 
She then gripped the edge of his belt, looking deeply into his eyes before asking: 
"Daddy?" 
She could practically see Bucky's cock jump in his pants. 
"Yes?" He questioned back, his neck visibly strained. 
"Can you fuck me please?"
Bucky complied without another word, sliding a thick finger up her wet slit before shoving it in her mouth, forcing her to taste her own juices. She sucked on it as he unbuckled his belt, sliding it out of the loops and then holding it between his hands. 
"Will you wear this for me doll?" He asked. 
Y/n's eyes widened slightly, she knew wearing a collar was important to any sub/dom couple. She nodded, ready for whatever was to come. 
He slid the leather through the buckle, tightening the belt around her neck causing her to gasp, it was tight but not uncomfortably so. He ran a vibranium finger from the clasp of the belt up to her chin until his cool hand rested on her cheek. 
"Ready?" 
She nodded and Bucky slid into her wet pussy, grunting as he felt her tighten around his cock. It curved perfectly within her, immediately hitting the right spot. When he began to speed up his thrusts her pussy clenched, sucking him deeper inside her, causing him to groan.
She looked up and made eye contact with him as he continued slamming into her making his cock tighten. He leaned forward without looking away, resting his forehead on hers and staring deep into her eyes. Their breaths intermingled, moans practically in sync. Bucky reached his hand down, as he pressed small kisses on her cheeks and temple and then began rubbing her clit, bringing her all the pleasure she needed. 
Y/n sighed, tilting her head back into her pillow as she relaxed into the feeling of his movements on her clit and his rough thrusts. How was it possible that he was so rough and so gentle at the same time?
"Fuck me you feel so good" she groaned, her nose scrunching. 
"My pretty girl's got a dirty mouth huh?" he chuckled before beginning to suck on the crook of her neck. 
"Mmm," she replied, at a loss for words. 
She moved her hips, matching the pace of his hard thrusts, every movement bringing her more and more pleasure. Bucky slid a hand down her body, gripping her outer thigh, likely leaving bruises, pushing her leg up toward her head while the other rubbed fiercely around and around her clit. Every once in a while he'd remove his fingers to spit on them again, edging her, and every time he'd make her beg: 
"You want me to rub that pretty little clit doll?" He cooed the question. 
"Yes, Daddy please" she whined. 
He continued pleasing her as her body ached for the feeling she knew only he could provide. Soon, her body was overwhelmed. Between him fucking her roughly with his perfect cock and him rubbing her clit she was overcome. 
"Fuck I'm close" she breathed before she came. 
"Good girl" he praised as she tensed around his cock, "such a good girl cumming for me"
She came hard as he thrust, her insides squeezing before loosening, going slack on the plush mattress. Waves of pleasure rolled through her body and he fucked her through every one, coaxing her orgasm out of her body with his hard pumping, soft whispers of her name, and sloppy kisses on her sensitive neck. Bucky groaned loudly and the vein in his neck throbbed, she could tell he was close to cumming as well.
"Ahh," she moaned, looking up at him with grateful eyes as she felt his cum splash within her. 
They both panted as he pulled out, the mixture of their cum dripping down onto the mattress. 
"You were such a good girl for me doll" he stated warmly, taking her in his arms and kissing her on the forehead. 
"Thanks" she smiled, her breathing calming down as she lay comfortably on his firm chest. 
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mariaxxxxx · 6 months
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Red fruits (MarvelboysxFem!reader) series masterlist.
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Summary: You were a sweet, ripe, juicy fruit; ready to be devoured. Marvelboysxfem!reader!)
Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, virgin!reader, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, good ending, somnophille, slight degradation, duvious consent, menstrual sex, pregnancy, arranged marriage, inexperienced reader, abortion commented, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), kidnapping, aftercare, curse words.
A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.
◦ parte 1:Cherry (bucky barnes/winter soldier x fem!reader) - The Soldier takes care of you when your monthly blood appears suddenly. (+18)
◦ parte 2: Strawberry (Loki x fem!reader) -
◦ parte 3: Blackberry(Steve Rogersx fem!reader) -You shouldn't have had too much to drink at that party, blackbarry. (+18)
◦ parte 4: Raspberry (T'Challa x fem!reader) -
◦ parte 5: Dragon fruit ( Namor x fem!reader)- You beg K'uk'ulkan to give you a baby (+18)
◦ parte 6: Blueberry(Helmut Zemo xFem!reader)-
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Red Ties
Chapter 18
Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.
Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence
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Mary sighed softly as she turned in her bed. She was absolutely exhausted from this week's night shifts and was looking forward to a good sleep. Her eyes could barely stay open by the time she got home, so she flung herself in bed without showering or bothering to make herself something to eat. The soft buzz of her phone made her roll over and snatch it from the small table, not bothering to look at who was calling her, and she answered in a groggy tone.
"Hello," she said, and the soft chuckle of James replied.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" He smiled, and Mary's eyes pinged open, her mouth settling into a pleased smile, and she felt a tingle run down her body.
"I just got in from my shift," she said.
"How was it?" he asked. There was a faint sound in the back, almost like it was windy, so he must be outside.
"Exhuasting, I'm just going to sleep all morning to catch up," she said softly.
"I was just calling to ask what time you wanted picking up; you need your rest," he smirked on the other end of the phone. If only Mary knew what he was implying by that. Yes, she needed her rest from her tiring night shift, but he needed her well-rested for what he had planned for tonight.
"Um, how about seven?" That would give her enough time to sleep and then to get ready.
"Alright, I'll pick you up at seven. Pack a bag." Another tingle ran down her body at the thought of staying over. What would he have planned for tonight, she wondered?
"Okay, are you working today?" She grinned, biting her lower lip, and her cheeks flushed a bright pink.
"Yeah, I'm out doing a couple of jobs today; I'm just on my way to see Yori," he said. He didn't dive too deep into the details.
"Ok"
"I'll see you later. Have a nice sleep," he smirked.
"See you later," she said, hung up the call, and felt the giddiness inside her. She was definitely starting to loosen up around James and wasn't as nervous as she was the first time she met him.
"Thank you," Yori said kindly as James handed him the coffee he picked up from the small coffee shop on his way over here. James slumped down in the comfy chair opposite Yori's, folding his leg over his left knee. He was dressed in a dark suit of navey with a shirt underneath and tie, his long legs in tightly fitted pants, and his dress shoes shiniing like they had never been worn.
"So, how is everything?" Yori asked.
"Good; business is really good; the club is running well; I can't really complain," he shrugged. The business has been really good for him. His shipments were coming on time, and for once, Zemo wasn't being the sneaky little shithead he normally is.
"Oh, that's good, for once you're not just shrugging your shoulders and saying everything is fine when it isn't." Yori nodded, sipping his coffee. It was true. James didn't like to talk work when things didn't go his way. but recently everything was going well. Zemo wasn't being a little shit like he normally is; his shipments are on time, and his loans are being repaid. But it wouldn't last long until someone fucked up, and he'd have to deal with it.
It occurred to James that he hadn't told Yori about Mary. Things seemed to be getting more serious with her now, so he felt this was a good time to bring it up.
"Also, I met someone," he said casually, and Yori looked up, wide-eyed with surprise.
"Oh, let me guess, another model to work at your club that you can fuck whenever," he assumed, and James scoffed, shaking his head, but a smile appeared. Little shit.
"No, actually, she's a nurse; she actually comes here to look after your neighbours. I met her the day I spilled coffee down me; we bumped into each other that day, he explained, and Yori hummed.
"Not that horrible witch down the hall, is it?" he questioned, and James chuckled.
"I don't know; I'll have to ask. You know, it might be a good idea for her to come and check on you now and then." Before he could finish his sentence, Yori waved his hand, shaking his head with refusal.
"Absolutely not; I don't need someone coming to wipe my ass," he grumbled.
"She wouldn't be doing that; just checking your okay," James reassured.
"I can look after myself.".
"Yori, you had a bad fall; what if something happened and it was serious? You already hurt your arm," James argued. As much of a fighter as Yori was, he was old and frail, and sooner or later he could hurt himself badly if he didn't have someone check on him now and then, just to make sure he was taking his medication and eating okay.
"No," he said, acknowledging he wasn't going to have a babysitter, and James sighed.
"Just think about it," he said.
"Anyway, I'm seeing Mary tonight," and he couldn't wait. It was going to seem like such a long day before he could get his hands on her, and tonight he had a wild night planned for her that was going to make her even more exhausted than her night shifts this week.
"Do you like her?" Yori asked, and James fell silent.
Yes, he did. It was the first time he had liked a girl like this and didn't just think of her as a piece of meat to fuck and order around, not like the girls at Vanilla, especially not like Natalie. Mary was a kind, sweet flower that needed extra protection and love. But that didn't stop the urge to want to take her into his bedroom and have her call him Sir while he spanks, whips, sucks, and fucks her. But she was nowhere near that stage and perhaps wouldn't be for a long time.
"Yeah, I do," he smiles back.
"But does she know who you are?" The question hit hard, and James had been avoiding it since he met her. He was going to have to tell her at some point. The fake story of who he was and his job was going to have to be replaced with the real him. the notorious, frightening mafia king of New York and the dominant bastard he was. 
"No, I haven't told her yet. I'm waiting for the right time," whenever that is. Perhaps he was just avoiding it completely, but he would have to face it someday.
James gave Yori a hug as he left, not before mentioning the possibility of Mary coming to check on him. He grumbled a reply, but James was going to ask her anyway, for his own peace of mind. Yori was a dear friend to him, and if anything happened to him, he'd be heartbroken.
It wasn't long before James was on his way to pick Mary up. He sped through traffic, overtaking when he could, so he didn't waste time in traffic. The more he'd see Mary, the calmer he would be. He instantly smiled when he saw her waiting for him outside her apartment block, her bag by her feet. She looked stunning, dressed in a flower skirt and a grey top with sneakers. He quickly jumped out of the car, fetching her bag and pressing a peck on her lips before leading her to the car.
The whole journey, he had his hand on her bare knee, the ring on his thumb cold compared to her warm skin. She was glowy and smelled divine. He couldn't wait to take her home.
"How was your sleep?" he asked on the way there.
"Good, I'm well rested now," she smiled, and James smirked. It wouldn't be long before she was going to be free.
"How was work?" she asked.
"Yeah, busy; I had a couple of meetings to attend, but I'm glad I could finish early," he smiled.
"I'll be glad when I finish these night shifts this week; they can be so exhausting, plus all the weridos come in at night.".
Jame's chuckled at that. He knew exactly what she meant. The crack heads of New York weren't unknown, and it wasn't uncommon for a drug overdoser to come into the ER every night.
"I can imagine.".
"They can be so creepy as well," she said, and possessiveness ran through James. The very thought of creeps drooling over his girl, trying to put their hands on her, made him want to slaughter every one of them.
They arrived at the mansion and James led Mary inside, his hand resting softly on her back. The fresh scent of eucalyptus hit her senses, and the mansion was sparkling clean.
"We'll have dinner first," James said, and Mary nodded, following him into the dining room.
"Yo Buck, the shipment of gu-" a man wondered into the kitchen, stopping in his tracks and mid-sentence as James shot him a look that Mary couldn't see. He was tall, much like James and Steve, darker in complexion, and wore a well-fitted suit of navey with a bright white shirt underneath. He had a wide smile as his eyes darted to Mary.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't know you had company." He slightly wiggled his brows at James, who looked over his shoulder at Mary.
"Sam, this is Mary. Mary, this is Sam, who I was telling you about." Sam glided over to Mary, holding out his hand while he took a look at her. She was beautiful, and he could understand why James was infatuated with her.
"Nice to meet you," she said sweetly as they shook hands.
"So what was he saying about me?" Sam said it intridingly, and Mary softly giggled.
"Only that you work for him," she replied.
"Oh for him... hmmm, I didn't realise I was an employee," Sam joked as James plated up the dinner. James shook his head slightly, smirking.
"He likes to think he's the boss of us," Sam said as he padded over to the fridge for a beer.
"That's because I am," he replied. He was the head of the gang, but he respected his men more than anyone else in the world, so if anything were to happen to him, he wouldn't worry about them taking over.
Sam chugged down his beer, breathing deeply with an ah.
"So what do you think of Mr. Blue Eyes?" Sam chuckled as James shoved his head slightly, glaring at him at the use of his nicknames, and Mary couldn't help but chuckle.
"He's been nothing but a gentleman to me," she said honestly.
"Oh good, he's not normally this nice.".
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" James hinted with wide eyes, and Sam sighed, slamming the empty bottle on the counter.
"Alright, alright, I'll go; it was nice meeting you, Mary," Sam said.
"It was nice meeting you," she smiled.
"I'll let you know later," Sam whispered to James just as he left, and he nodded before placing two plates on the counter for him and Mary, swiftly sitting in the seat next to hers.
"Sorry about him.".
"It's alright, he's funny," she said, and James laughed.
"Yeah, don't believe everything he says about me." Mary wondered if he was being serious, but she passed it off with a laugh.
After dinner, he led Mary up to his room, carrying her bag for her. Dinner was delicious once again. Mary perched on the edge of the bed as James dropped her bag onto one of the chairs in the corner of the room.
"That dinner was amazing; thank you for cooking," she said sweetly, and James smiled.
"Your welcome; I like cooking for you," he said as he casually walked over to her.
"Don't you cook for Steve and Sam?" She asked as he stood in front of her, towering over her, his large hands coming up to cup her cheeks.
"Sometimes, we sort of take it in turns, but work can get so busy that I forget to eat sometimes." What he meant by that was that he was busy out collecting shipments or dealing with fuckers who don't pay him back because he didn't have time to eat. James's eyes ran down her body, taking in how gooey she looked. The skirt had drifted up higher, so her thighs were on show, and he felt a tingle in his cock. He wasn't sure he could wait any longer for her.
He leaned down and kissed her softly, the subtle taste of red wine still on his lips. He had a glass of expensive red, while she stuck to the fancy lemonade. James had to remind himself she didn't drink, as he kept wanting to offer her a glass but knew it wasn't her thing. It made her so innocent.
"I'm going to go get washed up, he whispered against her lips, and she nodded.
"Okay," she whispered, and he padded into the bathroom, turning on the tap to brush his teeth and wash his hands. The smell of garlic was lingering on them, and he needed to freshen up for tonight.
As he washed up, Mary's eyes flickered around his bedroom, in awe of how big it was, and she noticed there was another door. How she hadn't noticed it the first time she didn't know, but seeing as the one that was open was his bathroom, she wondered what that one led to.
"What's the other door for?" She said this as he came out of the bathroom. He looked over at it, suddenly tensing a little but relaxing quickly.
"Oh, it's just my cloest," he shurried, and she nodded. Of course it would be; what else would it be?.
James came over, smelling of rich colonge and minty breath, his hands soft from the moisturiser he had just applied. There was silence filling the room except for the scuff of his feet on the carpet as he came over to her, cupping her face in his hands once again and leaning down to kiss her. His lips pressed against her so softly yet so deeply and slowly. Mary softly moaned in his lips, her hands coming up to his neck as he pressed deeper into her mouth, opening it up so that their teeth clashed and tongues danced together. That's it; he couldn't wait any longer.
Chapter 19
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Point of No Return
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Baron Helmut Zemo x Original Female Character
Summary: While preparing for a mission where she has to seduce their target, Zemo convinces her to show him how she plans on doing it.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Daniel Bruhl’s Magnetic Essence, Dubious Consent, Manipulation, Sugar Daddy Undertones, Soft Dom Zemo, Roleplay, Oral Sex (Male and Female Receiving), Vaginal Sex, Lingerie, Dresses, Tuxedos, Kissing, Face Holding, Teasing, Hair Pulling, Zemo’s Hands, Eye Contact, Classical Music References, Zemo Possibly Catching Feelings
Word Count: 3.7K
Tags: Thank you to @bullet-prooflove for helping me concoct this universe! @letsby @imadeadpoett @mrsmaxwelllord @genevievedarcygranger​
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“How does it fit?” He doesn’t bother to look at her as she walks into his room wearing the gown he had made especially for her, one he was certain would fit every curve and angle of her body. He takes care to glance over just as she looks away, pretending not to notice how the vibrant color of the cloth complements the olive tones in her skin, accented only by the raven locks that cascade down her shoulders.
“Well enough, I guess.” She lifts her arms up, defeated by the fact that her chromosomes drew her the short straw in the group tonight.
She had dressed up a handful of times before; weddings, parties and funerals all placing her in dresses of varying lengths throughout her lifetime, but none of them were quite like this. None of them had clung so tightly to her skin, restricted her movement or made her feel so incredibly vulnerable that she questioned her ability to carry out her skill set in the presence of her colleagues… and him.
The baron looks up at her as she slowly turns around in front of him, noticing that the zipper on the back of her dress is still only halfway up. “You’re not zipped all the way.”
“What?” She turns to each side to get a better view of the back of her dress, bending her arms backward in a failed attempt to get a grip on the elusive zipper, splaying her fingers out across the fabric.
“Here,” he presses his lips together and walks toward her, motioning for her to turn around, “Allow me.”
She walks over to the full sized mirror to get a better look at herself, making an effort to grab hold of her dress as if to show him that she can do it herself. She’ll be damned if she actually needs a man to help her to get into this thing, even if he is the one who paid for it. And the flat they’re currently staying in. And their mode of transportation. And all their meals. And everything else.
Damnit.
She huffs before letting go of the silky cloth, reluctantly letting him take his place behind her. Although she had thought about it a few times before, she had never let the baron get this close to her, heeding her partners’ warnings of his hidden agendas and dual nature. Even with the heels she has on he still towers over her, the top of her head barely meeting his eyeline as they both look straight forward into the mirror. It’s almost as if they’re posing for a formal portrait, a snapshot of this moment in time portraying them as an opulent couple who had been together for years, his hand finding a sudden familiarity on her lower back.
“It suits you,” he whispers into her ear, tracing his way down her shoulder blade with his opposite hand.
“Does it?” She keeps her eyes on their reflection in the mirror, hoping that her makeup is heavy enough to hide the flushing of her cheeks as his fingers send a shiver down her spine. She’s supposed to be getting into character, one who is single and ready to mingle with their target long enough for Sam and Bucky to get the information they need; not one who can’t get over the intoxicating scent of her benefactor’s cologne.
“You don’t think so?” He takes his time feathering his fingertips over her silken strap as it curves its way into the unfastened bodice. He follows it down the inner arch of her back, noticing the absence of black lace or any other delicate fabric underneath. “You’re not wearing the lingerie I set out for you.”
“It was too bulky, didn’t look right.” She pauses as he excites the skin on her lower back, sparking a hint of heat into her core. “It’s just been a while since I’ve worn a dress, is all,” she starts to explain herself, feeling his breath warm against her hairline as his lips brush the shell of her ear.
Good God, why does he have to be so fucking handsome?
“You should wear them more often.” He reaches the tiny metal zipper at the base of her spine and slowly pulls it upward before laying it down flush against the material of her bodice. “You’re a vision in red, but every piece of your costume serves a purpose, tells a part of the story.” He takes a breath, pausing before continuing on, “You’re going to have to do more than just look the part tonight.”
“I know that,” she says, more to herself than to him as she watches his hand smooth its way over her hip in the mirror. She holds her breath as he guides it up her belly, inhaling as it curves over her breast and touches the bare skin on her chest.
“Do you?” He reaches her chin with the pads of his fingers, turning her face away from the mirror. “You’re going to have to distract him.” He tilts her chin up so that she has no other choice but to look into the dark caramel of his eyes. “You’re going to have to seduce him.”
“I can do that.” Her sentence wavers as it leaves her lips, a pathetic whisper of a promise as he drags his fingers off of her face.
“Can you?” He lets go of her completely, taking a step back before turning on his heel. “Sam seems to have a lot of confidence in your abilities, but I have my doubts.”
“Really?” She watches him walk away from her, his musk still lingering on her skin as he casually makes his way over to the vanity. “Is that why you can’t stop touching me?” She does her best to sound level headed as she challenges him, her body already yearning for his touch. “Your doubts?”
“My attraction to you isn’t in question here.” He states the obvious so matter-of-factly that it takes her by surprise, keeping any rebuttal she may have prepared still in her throat. “Your ability to stand out from the dozens of other European socialites is. And we want him… need him to do more than just touch you.”
“I can’t apologize enough for being an American,” she puts her hands on her hips, still flustered by his flippancy, “But I can do a British accent if you want.”
“No.” He puts a hand up to stop her before letting it fall to his side. “I want you to be as believable as possible.”
“Okay, then I just won’t talk as much.” She takes a deep breath. “That usually works on men of any social class, they all love the sound of their own voice.”
“Is that so?” He scoffs, leaning his back against the vanity. “If you’re so confident in your skills, then why don’t you show me what you plan on doing.”
Her heart nearly stops as it’s beating, its last contraction a loud and heavy thump in her chest as she swallows the lump in her throat. If he wanted her so badly, then why didn’t he just keep touching her? Why didn’t he take the chance to kiss her when his lips were so close to her mouth only moments ago? Why pull away at all? Maybe he is just as manipulative as Sam had warned her about.
“Excuse me?” She checks, her eyebrows nearly disappearing into her hairline as his lips curl into a smirk.
He can’t be serious, can he?
He merely nods with a sound confidence that only the baron of Sokovia could have. “I’d like to see how you’re going to keep his attention. The lives of dozens of people depend on it.”
“Well,” she starts, eager to play his game. They have a few hours to kill before the party starts, and she can’t think of any better way to fill each passing minute than to get his hands back on her body. “I’ll walk by him and… I’ll give him the look.” She’s never really had to think through what she’s done in the past to get a man’s attention. It always just seemed to happen to her without her really trying.
“The look?” He stands up straight, tilting his head to get a better grasp of the idea.
“You know…” she turns to the side and glances at him, lashes batting with feigned desire. “The look.”
“And?”
“And?” She laughs, exacerbated. “And I’ll look away then wait for him to approach me.” She looks up to see an unamused look on his face, his brow furrowed in concentration. “I’ll laugh at his jokes, touch his arm, touch my neck, things like that.”
“And if he doesn’t have any jokes for you to laugh at? What then?” He raises his eyebrows scoldingly, his tone dripping with acid. “Julian isn’t nearly as kind or as generous as I am, and it’s imperative that you distract him tonight. We can’t count solely on the luck you’ve had with men in the past.”
“What makes you think I’ve had any luck in the past?” She decides to commit to the bit wholeheartedly now, wondering what it will take to bring that sensual side of the baron back out to play. She steps toward him in her heels, careful not to make too much noise in them as she corners him against the dresser.
“Women like you usually haven’t had to seduce anyone before.” He inhales as she gets closer, pressing his back against the vanity as the different colored liquids sway to and fro inside their delicate glass bottles.
“Women like me?” She smiles and touches the hem of his waistcoat, a timeless piece he undoubtedly kept in storage from a lifetime ago. “What do you know about women like me?” She slides her fingers up his chest, following the design of his tuxedo to the fastened collar of his dress shirt.
“I know enough.” His words barely blow a few stray strands of hair away from her face, their tone shaking just a little at the end.
“Really?” She stands up even higher on her tiptoes, the bottom of her heels leaving the ground as she smoothes her hand beneath his tuxedo jacket. “You seem so confident in your skills.” She uses his own line against him, whispering her taunt against his ear as she slides her hand up the base of his neck. “But your years behind bars would prove that you’re a little out of practice.” She smiles against his skin as his palms warm her waist.
“One would venture to say that it’s as easy as pedaling a bicycle.” His fingers find the zipper they spent so much time and effort pulling up just moments before, holding it delicately between his thumb and forefinger. “A muscle memory, if you will.” He tugs it slowly down her backside, loosening her bodice along with the straps around her shoulders.
“Well, I’ve always heard that practice makes perfect.” She presses her fingers into his hairline, forcing him to look down at her as she brings her other hand up to mirror its movements. She can smell his cologne even deeper at this proximity, his raging pulse enriching the notes of cedar wood and patchouli into her nostrils as she massages his scalp. It’s different than anything else she’s ever smelled before, a perfect signature scent for a man unlike anyone else she’s ever met before.
She continues to card her fingers through his hair as she gazes upon him, the chestnut hues in his irises making way for expanding pupils as they dart nervously over her features. She can feel his chest as it rises against hers, expanding with each prolonged inhalation as his heart beats wildly inside. He must be just as rapt as she is with the scent he dabbed onto her wrists earlier, a rich floral perfume with a hint of orange that is ‘fit for a queen’, if she remembers his words correctly. She presses her thumbs into his temples before sliding them down his cheeks to hold his face merely millimeters away from her own.
“Don’t you want to be perfect?” She parts her lips and feathers them over his, teasing the idea of a kiss that’s only just out of reach.
“More than anything.” He nods as he takes her in, his body giving him away as his nose gently nudges into hers. He opens his mouth and kisses her, tasting the savory combination of her lips and tongue as he slides his hands up the muscles of her exposed back. He pulls her in close, finally exhaling into her as he lets his guard down for the very first time in over a decade. He wants to relish every inch of her, to memorize how she feels as she trembles against him, but he must stay on track.
“Remove my jacket,” he tells her, smoothing his palms across her neck and shoulders before letting his arms fall to his side.
She nods and presses her hands over his chest, sliding her fingers beneath the thick black fabric of his coat. She takes her time sliding it off of his arms, carefully folding it in half before draping it over the back of the chair next to the bed.
“Now my tie.” His words are cold against the warmth of her cheek as she unfastens his off-white bow tie. “You’re doing well, darling, but I’m going to need you to look up at me with those eyes while you undress me.” He lifts her chin with a curled finger beneath it, holding himself back from tugging on her bottom lip with his thumb. “Let him know how badly you want it.” He tries to circle back to his original plan by taking his own needs and desires out of the situation, but it’s obvious that he’s already dipped his toe into the shoreline of the point of no return.
“Okay.” She finishes pulling his tie out of his collar, the fancy bow now reduced to a single flat piece of cloth as she makes quick work of unbuttoning his vest and shirt between intentional stolen glances.
With his clothes off he’s absolutely beautiful, his broad chest and trim figure nothing how she imagined it would be, but somehow that much more alluring to her. Dark hair scatters its way across his chest, mixing in with a constellation of moles down his belly and into his pants that seem to be growing tighter in between his thighs, proving the effectiveness of her skills.
“Now get out of that dress and onto the bed.” His order ties a knot into her stomach, the authoritative tone of his voice pulling on her muscles as his callous words do more for her libido than she cares to admit. She should probably unpack the origin of that gut reaction when she gets a chance, but there’s a time and place for all of that.
She turns around and unzips the rest of her gown, casually sliding it off her shoulders with ease as she steps out of her heels. She takes a moment to look back at him with her practiced stare, catching him with a hungry look in his eye as she follows his instructions. She only smirks before looking away again, stepping out of the gown and over to the king sized bed in her bare feet. She hears him undress his bottom half on his own, the sound of him undoing his belt buckle and pants zipper echoing loudly in this tiny little bedroom as she climbs up onto the freshly made bed.
She takes her time turning over onto her back, spreading her legs in full display as he finally approaches her, now just as naked as she is. All of the sudden he isn’t this manipulative mastermind who lied, cheated and killed his way to revenge. He isn’t an escaped felon, a criminal or an enemy of the state. He isn’t even a baron, her benefactor, or the one hope to get the information she needs for this mission.
He’s just a man.
She sits up and reaches out to him, wrapping her fingers around his wrist before bringing his hand to her breast. She waits for him to squeeze it before looking up at him just like he’s told her to, letting her eyes fill up with desire as he grows right in front of her face. “Still doubting my skills, Baron?” She chides, opening her mouth to lick his tip.
“No.” He takes a deep breath as she tastes him, slowly taking more of him into her mouth as her perfect lips wrap around his cock. “Not at all.” He runs his other hand through her hair, tucking it behind her ear as she opens the back of her throat to take him in completely. He lets his eyelids fall down as her lips reach his pelvis, tugging on her hair so that her tongue encases his shaft as she sucks her way back up. He guides her back down again, repeating the motion over and over as he nearly gets lost in how good her mouth feels as it glides over his throbbing member. He can’t get over how the warmth of her lips and the sensation of her tongue are far superior than that of his hand slick with spit in the cool recesses of his prison cell.
He also can’t get over the fact that he’s actually here, a conditionally free man who gets to enjoy a woman so utterly gorgeous as she does nearly anything that he asks…. a real, tangible woman. She looks so beautiful like this, eyes wide as she nearly chokes on his girth, saliva dripping down the corners of her mouth. He could finish like this in a matter of minutes if he wanted to, his hand in her hair as she swallows his release; leaving Sam and James none the wiser to their current activities, but he wants something more. He wants to know what she feels like from the inside, how the warmth of her cunt compares to the warmth of her mouth as her features contort with the pleasure he’s so ready to give her.
He pulls her off of him and loosens his grip on her hair, smoothing it out as he memorizes every curve of her face before leaning down to kiss her. He can feel himself walking straight into the depth of his desires, subconsciously crossing that line between motivation and need, between restraint and reckless abandon. At this point he doesn’t care what they’re supposed to be doing or how he’s supposed to be acting, all he can bring himself to care about is how he can taste himself on her lips as he presses his knees into the mattress.
He pushes her onto her back and climbs on top of her, kissing his way up her legs before tasting the moisture between her thighs, savoring the delicacy of her tangy flavor with muffled moans. He feels her fingers weave their way into his hair as she writhes beneath him, groaning as he laps her up until those groans increase in pitch, climbing up the octave scale one note at a time. It’s as if she’s singing her very own aria, telling the story of her pleasure to the centuries-old walls as he greedily dines on her flesh.
He grabs onto her wrists as the twitching of her hips becomes more sporadic, holding them down at her sides as that inner music moves its way through her. It steals her breath, turning that consistent vibrato in her lungs to a stifled staccato as her flavor grows sweeter beneath his tongue. It’s the most divine thing he’s ever heard in his life, each note sticking out in his memory forever as he kisses his way up her pelvis and chest, trying his best not to suck a few bruises into the delicate skin of her neck.
He releases his grip on her wrists, lifting her thighs around his waist as she nods for him to continue, pushing that staccato deep inside of her. He watches her mouth fall open as he stretches her out, leaning down to kiss her lips as he takes his turn adding his own groans to their proper duet. He takes advantage of the freedom of these walls, moaning into her as she envelops him with her velvety warmth, bringing him even closer to the brink.
He grabs onto her jaw as he rocks into her, gradually picking up the pace as their hearts provide the drum beat to their chaotic song of groans and grunts. He can’t help but bury his face in her shoulder to soften his fervor, tasting the salt of her skin as she reaches another octave while he pushes inside at a brand new angle.
“You feel so good,” she barely whispers, crossing her legs behind his back to keep him there. “Oh my God, Zemo!” She wraps her arms around his back in a similar fashion, pulling him in even closer as their steady collection of notes build upon each other, one right after the other with each rhythmic thrust of his hips until they both reach the height of their crescendo.
He cries out against her shoulder as the pleasure washes over him, releasing his bliss inside her walls in irregular spurts as he merges his body with hers, both of them vibrating in rhythm together. He kisses his way up her neck and jawline, still holding her face in his hand as he kisses her lips and cheeks. He pulls back, opening his mouth as if to say something mean or witty, to reinstate the power dynamics of their relationship, but the ecstasy wreaking havoc on his nervous system won’t let that happen. Instead he only kisses her again, soft and gentle as he rests his forehead against hers while he allows himself to forget everything that’s happened except for this very moment. He allows himself another scene of romance after their passionate duet, knowing full well that it can only last as long as it takes for the curtain to fall and the next act to begin.
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barbiedragon · 1 year
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🌸Fae’s Masterlist🌸
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Scarlet Bound (HOTD: Daemon Targaryen x sister!reader) WIP
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Need Masterlist (MCU: Helmut Zemo x Loki x fem!Reader) Discontinued(smut/kink)
Designer On My Sheets Masterlist (MCU: Helmut Zemo x Sam Wilson x fem!Reader) Sugardaddy verse Completed (smut/kink)
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Daemon x Rhaenyra x Reader relationship
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i3bucky · 2 years
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Hi! Can I request top sorcerer male reader x bottom bucky barnes ( falcon and the winter soldier )
On their way to get help bucky has an idea of who can help them so he takes sam and zemo to readers house. Reader is happy to see bucky after a long time but also annoyed that he never tried to keep contact. Bucky tells reader they need help and reader seems annoyed that he only came to see him when he need something. Reader agrees but also gives bucky shit for it and tells them they can stay the night since it's already dark. Giving each their own room, bucky knocks on reader's door to catch up with him they end up chatting for a while but thier old feelings for each other start showing and they end up having sex. Then they clean up and sleep together holding each other.
Can it have praising ( bucky deserves to be praised) some light spanking, reader using some spells on him like making buck's clothes slowly come off by themselves and reader cumming inside bucky
Thanks :) can I also be 🐉 anon?
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“long time no see?” — bottom!bucky barnes x male!reader
content warning! sub!bucky barnes, dom!male!reader, mentions of past relationships, slight angst (?), exhibitionism (?), prep, use of condoms, the reader is taller than bucky (slight mention), praise, mentions of punishment, feelings, l-bombs.
not proofread!
to say you hadn’t seen bucky barnes in a while would be an understatement, so to see him standing on your doorstep with two other men you didn’t know came as quite a shock.
“i’m sorry for the unexpected pop up, but we need your help.” he says, looking at you in earnest. you nodded, stepping aside to allow the med into your home.
“this is sam wilson and baron zemo. we ran into a little trouble and need to lay low for a while,” he mutters, standing awkwardly with the other two men in your living room.
“the first time i’ve seen you in years and it’s because you need something.” you sigh, crossing your arms and chuckling dryly to yourself. “yeah, yeah, i have some spare rooms. stay for as long as you need.” you nod.
bucky thanks you, and you could feel some of the tension in the room dissipate at your answer. bucky allows his eyes to linger on you for longer than they should’ve, an unreadable expression on his face while you show sam and zemo to their rooms.
you catch bucky’s eyes, letting a lopsided smile grace your lips. “im surpised you allowed us to stay,” bucky speaks up, breaking eye contact. you scoff, silently leading bucky back to your own room. “why wouldn’t i?” you asked. “letting three strangers into my home at two in the morning? yeah, why wouldn’t i?” you mutter, sarcasm dripping from your words.
bucky closes the door behind the two of you and leans against it. “‘m not a stranger..” he denies, a wry smile on his face. “what would you call it then?” you asked rhetorically. “everything was going so well for us, and then you just disappeared without a trace for three years, bucky.” you tell him, leaning against your dresser with your arms crossed as you stared him down.
“im sorry, okay? we just- it was scary.” he says finally, after a beat of silence. “the way you made me feel in such a short amount of time. im not used to that. ‘m not trying to excuse it, but i left because i was scared.” bucky utters, voice firm.
“scared of what, bucky? you’ve been completely absent for the last three years because you’re scared?” you asked, raising your voice. “being in love with you!” bucky gets louder, swallowing dryly after his words. “being in love with you was scary. it still is. i thought i could come here and see you after all that time, but i can’t.” he begins, taking a few steps towards you.
“i can’t look at you and pretend that im not still in love with you.” he says, quietly this time, voice soft and full of emotion. you closed the distance between the both of you, leaving only inches between the both of you. “then don’t. don’t pretend.” you murmur, before closing the small gap between the both of you.
your lips connect with his, and he smiles against you kissing back while your hands find his waist to pull him flush against you. “fuck, i’ve missed you,” he whispers against your lips, letting his hands roam.
you take a few steps back, and never does bucky detach himself from you. he shuffles into your lap, the cool metal of his hand brushing against your jaw.
you tug at his clothing, “you’re wearing too much,” you grit, pushing the leather jacket from his shoulders and helping him discard his shirt. he helps you do the same, moaning softly into your mouth as you palm him through his jeans.
he grinds against your hand, making an effort to raise his hips to slide his pants down. “now you’re wearing too much…” he whispers, tugging at your own shirt. you smile against his lips, moving one of your hands to the soft sheets underneath you to change positions.
bucky was under you, your body draped over his while you pulled down your pants and tugged off your shirt. “wait— wait, bucky,” you pant, smiling at the red blush across his face. “how far you you want to take this?” you ask, and bucky groans, head falling against your pillows. “i haven’t been touched by you in three years and you’re asking me— come over here and find out…” he grins, pulling you towards him once more. your lips connect to his once more, grinning at the way he needily pushed his hips into yours
you blindly reach over to your bedside table, pulling open the drawer to stumble and grab the lube and a condom. you help him tug off his underwear and pop the cap on the lube and rub a generous amount over your fingers.
“gotta prep you, make sure you can still take me,” you mutter, locking eyes with his and smirking to yourself. “always were a cocky- mmh,” his remark is cut short with his own whine of desperation. your finger found his rim, pushing past the ring of muscle with a single digit.
his face flushes with an even brighter red as he melts into the pillows. you add another digit and begin to scissor your fingers. the way you’re slowly tugging at is cock in tune with the pumps of your fingers has him panting into the cool air.
soon enough — and with another added finger — you determined he was stretched enough. bucky watched with lidded eyes as you rolled a condom onto your length. wanting to make it as comfortable as possible for him, you drizzled a little more lube onto your hand and spread it along his rim.
“you still okay?” you asked, checking in to make sure he was still okay. “m/n, i love you and your thoughtfulness but i would really like you to fuck me,” you mumbled bluntly. “ever the bold one, hm?” you ask, lining up with his rim and slowly pushing in.
“fuck..” he breathes, closing his eyes as you fill him up with every inch. you’re buried in him to the hilt, head dropping to his shoulder to breathe heavily for a moment. he shifts to kiss your neck, grinding his hips into yours as a signal that you could move.
you pull out, almost completely, and push in again. you gain a pace, pushing needy little moans from bucky with every push of your hips. you prop yourself up with your hands, watching as his face twists in a state of arousal.
“you gonna let ‘em hear, bucky? let ‘em all hear how you’re still mine?” you tease, reaching down to jerk his cock once more. “yes— fuck, yes,” he gasps, back arching and his moans increasing when you angle your hips just right.
“m/n, pleasepleaseplease-,” he begs softly, whining when you slow the pace of your hips to an excruciating drag, making sure to press into his prostate just right.
“what do you want, buck? ya’ gotta tell me,” you tease, taking pride in the way bucky falls apart under you. “harder, please- fuck, anything, i need to cum,” he moans, and he sounds so beautifully broken that it makes the arousal brewing in your stomach nearly boil over.
you move faster, the dirty squelch of the lube making everything that much more filthy. bucky nearly squeals at the sudden change in pace, cock twitching beneath your fingers.
“i’m so in love with y-you, oh god, ‘m gonna cum…” he rambles, chest heaving with his heavy breathing. his cocky twitches again and within moments his cum paints your hand. he clenched around you and makes you moan out, cursing under your breath as you cum seconds after and fill up the condom.
you pull out, not missing the tired whine that falls from his lips. “wow,” he breathes, smiling dazedly. “yeah, wow,” you snort, tying the condom and tossing it in your trash can. “wanna shower now or in the morning?” you ask him. “in the morning, i don’t think i have the energy for much else,” he answers, shifting in your bed.
“im in love with you too, bucky,” you tell him after a while, feeling his heartbeat against your side as he drifts away. he smiles, the feeling tickling your chest.
< i am horrible at ending fics, im so sorry >
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bnb-atnite · 1 year
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Hello welcome to my extra debaucherous side blog! Call me Cal or BNB (preferred I attempt to stay lowkey)
If you are freaked about by this kinda stuff either return to my usual blog @bucknastysbabe or HIT THE DOOR!
Feel free to stay if not ;)
❤️Please refrain from spam liking!❤️
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Things you can send or ask me!:
Headcanons
Blurbs
Short fic
Thots
Into:
Belly Kink (stuffing, noisy tummy, bloating by food/drink, belly play, belly rubs, belly humping)
WG (normal, magical, rapid) (I am down to adore & worship any and every part of the body as wg happens, I go stupid over stretchmarks and cellulite, rolls, moobs, agh!)
Big Boys (600pd cap off, mobility issues, stuckage, fat pad loving, temporary/play immobility, heavy breathing/out of shape, fat roll/belly button fucking)
Slob aspects (belching/burping, messy eating, food play)
I love a good subby feedee, dom feedee works too, daddy kink hehe.
Other (Clothes ripping, belts and buttons busted, exhibitionism/public, weight gain denial, situational humiliation, animal play, dumbification/himbo, threesomes, breaking furniture, fucking any way possible, numbers kink.)
Really love humiliation and I’m a bit of a sadist ;)
Fine with soft and fluffy pg requests🥰they are a need too!
NOT INTO:
Reader being the feedee
Death feedism
Scat/Vomit/Bodily fluid
Extreme eructophilia
Eproctophilia
F/F
Blueberry/Blob
Enemas
Eating inorganic objects
Ships/Characters:
Sebastian Stan Characters:
Bucky Barnes, Lee Bodecker, Charles Blackwood
Ships:
Stucky threesome, Buck being the feedee
HOTD:
Aegon II
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Hello here is the masterlist! Now most of these are kinky heed the tags but my chubby ones are less kinky!
Headcanons/Other:
The boys and being hand-fed
Chubby Bucky appearance
Aegon's self-image
Buck eating that meow meow
Cuddles w/ chubby Buck
Seb Stan characters and moobs play
Fav foods aeg n buck
Zemo sugar daddy/chubby buck/reader
Lee Bodecker one-shot
Bucky outgrowing clothes
Photo Manips:
Aeg Coronation
Lee and Charles
Chubby Bucky appearance
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James "Bucky” Barnes
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Series:
Three's a Crowd//Stucky Sandwich AU:
I - Three's a crowd...when your boyfriend takes up the space
II - Good cop, bad cop, brat's gonna pop
III - Booth for four- I mean three
IV - The Girlfriend Interlude
V - The Steve Interlude
VI - Shower time
Daddy!Buck and Babygirl:
Best Girl
Best Girl II
Best Girl III
Best Girl IV
Cafe/Bakery AU
On the House
Order Cancelled?
One Shots (Chubby!Bucky):
Damage Control
Pop
Not a thought
Bashful
You need a bigger coffin
Bed Rest!
Dinner for one
Don't be cruel
Take a load off, or put some on
Grumbly
Himbo Buck
Life in the fast food lane
Seconds or thirds?
The Experiment
Take a load off Bucky, and put the load right on me
Midnights
Just Peachy
Bovine Baby
So easy, you can do it in your sleep!
Divine Right
The Good Samaritan
One Shots (Fat!Bucky):
Can't help it
Ballooning
Bust it
Take the reins
Perfect size
Solid
Heated
12 months later
Stuck
The Artifact
Buckitty ask
Needy big boy ask
Adjustments
Keep the food at the table
Wants and needs
Fixated
Wait your turn
Shut In
Beached
Pegging ask
Habit to lifestyle
Playtime
Tastes like sugar, looks like candy!
Cry baby ask
The red Henley of Doom
Should I?
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Aegon II Targaryen
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One Shots (Chubby!Aegon):
Look at me!
Ass eating ask
Saccharine
Cawk warming ask
Aeg in lingerie
Belly pillow blurb
Weight it out!
Pig.
Bottle to fork
I'll show you!
Soft and gentle, please!
Dom!Aeg/Stark
Whatever keeps you warm at night
One Shots (Fat!Aegon):
Improper
Suck it in!
Plan B
Adipose Rex
"Given to gluttony at the table"
Refurbished
Smothered
Fit for a king
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nocapesdahling · 1 year
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Under the Cover of Darkness
Helmut Zemo x GN! Reader
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Summary: Baron Zemo has amassed quite an art collection over the years and it’s enough to draw your attention. After much surveillance, you don’t know which work you’re going to steal, but know you’ll have plenty of options to choose from. Little do you know that he’s been watching you too.
Rating: M (18+, Minors DNI please)
Warnings/Tags: Soft! Dark Zemo; Degradation; Art Collector! Zemo; Thief! Reader; Dirty talk; Power imbalance; Referenced masturbation; Arrogant! Zemo; Referenced voyeurism; Implied future dubious consent; Brief mention of cockwarming; Hints of Dom! Zemo; Possessive behavior
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: I originally had a very different fic planned, and this ended up going in an unexpected direction. I know this is a bit outside the realm of my usual fics, so I’d love to hear what you think. 
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You’d been casing his place for way too long. Baron Zemo, who was one of the wealthiest people in Sokovia and rumored to be one of the most prolific art collectors in the world, hadn’t been the easiest man to find. The scope of his collection had only been a rumor to you, one you’d heard in passing and paid no mind to. Until you’d heard it again from one of your closest friends and fellow thief in Madripoor, who’d been at an auction to see who was buying what for future reference and saw a man, who everyone knew was Zemo’s representative, buy a Raphael like it was nothing. Based on that, your friend thought there might actually be credence to the rumors and that was enough for you to check it out.
From your research and surveillance, you’d learned that Zemo lived mostly alone with only Oeznik, his butler and also his representative at auctions, for company. Well, he also had the company of his art collection. And that was no small thing. You’d been able to discover after almost a month that his collection was everything they said it was and more. You’d caught a glimpse of a Rembrandt, a Monet, the aforementioned Raphael, a Van Gogh, and a Basquiat with who knows what else displayed in other parts of the house. 
After searching for what felt like ages, you’d finally found what looked to be a small hole in his security. A place where the cameras had a blindspot, where the hallway was dark, and where the window could be jimmied. That meant that you were done casing and it was time to do what you did best, stealing. Tonight was the night. Finally.
You got the window open without the telltale sound of breaking glass and pulled yourself through, landing lightly on the balls of your feet. At a crouch you moved forward, towards the Monet you’d glimpsed during your surveillance. Up close it looked like “Meules'' from 1890, a painting that had been held in private collections almost since its creation. You shined your flashlight on it and were mesmerized by the brushstrokes, even in the dark — so much so that you forgot where you were for more than a moment. That was until a lamp turned on in the corner of the room, startling you into dropping your flashlight. No one was supposed to be in here. Oeznik’s room was on the other end of the house and Zemo kept the same bedtime every night. You’d watched his robed form lounge on his bed before he turned the lights out exactly at 10 pm each night enough to know.
Speak of the aristocrat and he shall appear. You turned, eyes wide, to behold Baron Helmut Zemo lounging in one of the leather chairs with a glass of scotch in his hand. The lamp cast his face half in shadow and he looked sinister for a moment. His lips were twisted into a cruel smirk you’d never seen on his face before during your scrutiny of him and his eyes looked triumphant before his face smoothed and became still again – as inscrutable as the depths of the ocean. It was so quick that you may have imagined it.
“It was nice of you to join me, my rogue. I thought that I’d be waiting forever for the pleasure of your company.”
You knew what that meant. He’d known you were coming. How had he known? You’d been so careful.
“Ah, I see it in your face. That moment of realization. You were careful, little thief. But not careful enough. For while you’ve been watching me, I’ve also been watching you.” He paused for a moment in contemplation and tapped his thumb against his lips. “And I have liked what I have seen.”
This had never happened to you before. You chose a mark, you cased their house, and you stole what you planned to steal. Each time was a success, allowing you to make something of a fortune and to even keep your favorite pieces for your own collection. You were a damn good thief if you did say so yourself. No one had ever made you. Not like this.
“You are speechless. That’s fine. I often have that effect. Let me ask you. You saw me swimming in my pool. Didn’t you, my thief? Nod if you can’t summon the words.”
You bit your lip, thoughts meandering back to that day. His surprising muscles with the water dripping off of them and the way his bathing suit had flattered his assets – yes, you’d like what you’d seen even knowing that those muscles were remnants of his recent time in EKO Scorpion. Even so, you were tempted to shake your head no. He had the upper hand here already and you wanted to gain something of your own back.
“Before you respond, I will know if you’re lying. And you will not like the consequences.”
You shivered slightly at his tone and how his voice had deepened before hesitantly nodding yes.  
“I knew you did. I knew you were watching that day you see and wanted to put on a little bit of a show. I knew my collection already had your attention, but I wanted it for myself.”
You cleared your throat, summoning words for the first time in his presence. “And you had it.”
He leaned forward, his scrutiny of your face intensifying. “I know I did.” He sipped his scotch, his mien assured as though he already knew the answer to his next question. “Tell me, my rogue, did you touch yourself afterwards to thoughts of me? If you don’t want to admit it, that’s fine but I will tell you that I did. I imagined what you would look like — below me, riding me, in my sheets, against the wall, and covered in paint in my studio with my cock inside you as I worked. I can detail all the ways I’ve imagined you if you’d like. It’s rather a long list.”
You looked away, unable to hold eye contact. You had in fact got yourself off to thoughts of him as soon as you’d found a secluded place and had a few times since then, but you were never going to admit that to him. Before they’d been harmless fantasies of a mark, which once you liberated one of his paintings, you’d never see again. But now faced with Baron Zemo watching you from the shadows, his eyes intense and burning, they felt anything but harmless — they felt dangerous, like you were about to jump into an abyss without knowing its depth, and it made you shift in discomfort. It was too bad you’d always liked danger more than you should. You shook your head no and began moving towards the window as subtly as you could, which in your current agitated and aroused state was nowhere near subtle.
“Oh, you didn’t? See my thief, I don’t believe that. I think you made it to my hedge maze and no further before bringing yourself pleasure. I think you got lucky that the cameras there were off that day otherwise I would have had that memory preserved forever. But don’t worry, we’ll make new ones.”
You’d almost made it to the window, which with its age had unfortunately slid closed. You only needed to get it open and you would be free. You wouldn’t be around to “make new memories” with him, and hoped to never see Zemo again.
He was still serenely watching you and sipping his scotch as you went for the window.  
“It looks like I’ll be leaving now, Baron. I’ll leave you be. I promise your collection is safe from me, and you can forget you ever saw me.” Your voice sounded as nervous as you felt.
“Leave me be?” He stood, placing his scotch on the table, and prowled closer like a predator approaching its prey. “Now, when did I give you the impression that I wanted that? You see, my rogue, the window won’t open. I closed it and locked it while you were entranced by the Monet. You do have good taste, though I thought thieves of your caliber were supposed to have better senses.”
At this point you’d backed up into the wall next to the window, dropping the tools of your trade to the ground. Zemo’s face was fully illuminated in the moonlight as he loomed over you and he was just as handsome as ever, even more so now that you knew he was a worthier opponent than you’d ever expected.
His voice when he spoke again seemed to linger over the words as he smirked at you. “Oh no, my little thief in the night.” He tsked, “You will not be leaving for a very long time. This is your home now. Isn’t that wonderful?”
You shook your head and a tear escaped from your eye. He wouldn’t be able to keep you here. Your friends would look for you. Your buyers would miss you.
“Look on the bright side, you will be well taken care of here and my art collection will be within your reach at all times. You’ve seen how well I treat my art, yes? I take good care of what’s mine.”
You continued to shake your head. “What about me? What about my life?”
Zemo reached out and caressed your cheek, his thumb catching a tear and his hands shocking in their warmth. “Ah, yes. An important question. As for you – well, you will be within my reach at all times. Mine to do with as I please. Doesn’t that sound lovely?” He didn’t wait for an answer before continuing, “I think we’ll be very happy together, don’t you? You’ll be the crown jewel of my collection.”
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Reblogs, likes, and comments are much appreciated. Thanks so much for reading!
A/N: I will confess that I rather like the last line. Hope you all liked this, and please let me know if you did! 
I do have a Halloween fic in the works for Zemo and a fluffy Laszlo Kreizler drabble I can’t wait to post. I have quite a few fics for Zemo on my masterlist too if you’d like to check them out!
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mlmxreader · 2 years
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Glutton for Punishment | Helmut Zemo x m!reader (🍋)
Anonymous asked: request- zemo catches male reader playing with himself when zemo specifically told him not to
summary: Zemo sets out a very explicit order, and you break it the second he turns his back - what else is he supposed to do, except punish you? 
tws: collars/leads, leather kink, spanking, choking mentions, restraint, praise kink, swearing, mentions of handcuffs, mentions of overstimulation, dom/sub, blowjobs, masturbation, cum swallowing, mentions of ice and hot wax 
word count: 1451
MINORS DNI 
Zemo had given you explicit orders, a demand that could not be disobeyed or else you would be punished, an order that would be met with reward if you did what you were told; but you were a glutton for punishment, and as soon as he had said he was going to meet up with Sam for coffee, you knew that you were going to break the rules that had been set out for you. 
You connected your phone to the bluetooth speaker, letting ‘Candy Shop’ by 50 Cent quietly play throughout the room as you shrugged your shirt off, chucking it aside and not caring where it landed, wriggling out of your grey jogging bottoms and leaving them in a puddle next to the bed; you sat with your back against the headboard, taking your cock in your hand and slowly stroking it. 
Soft moans of Zemo’s name fell from your lips as you thought about how he might punish you when he got back; would he punish you more if he caught you?
Choke you? Spank you? Collar you and tie you to the headboard with the lead? Handcuff your hands so that you couldn’t touch him? Make you cum until you couldn’t take it anymore? Would he use his mouth? Or his hands? Would he make you watch as he stroked himself until he came? Would he fuck your mouth until your jaw ached? 
You moaned loudly, bucking your hips against your hand; you didn’t hear the door open, or Zemo apologising and starting to explain that he had forgotten his keys. 
But then he paused by the bed, smiling for a moment at the sight of you spread out on the bed, your cock in your hand as you moaned his name; he shook his head, and cleared his throat. 
“Oh, fuck,” you muttered when you opened your eyes and met his gaze. “Now, I know what this-” 
“You disobeyed me,” Zemo growled, tutting softly. “Do you remember what I said?”
You sighed, licking your lips as you let go of your cock and groaned softly. “If I broke the rules, you’d punish me.”
He nodded, sending a quick text to Sam to say that something had come up and he wouldn’t be returning; he turned his phone off, shrugged off his coat and hung it up. You watched his every movement, excitement bubbling in your stomach. His shoes thudded by the door. He came back, and pulled his shirt off, throwing it aside as he knelt between your legs and smiled wickedly. 
“Tell me,” he put his hand on your chest, his eyes clouded over a little like a predator watching prey. “What were you thinking about?”
“You,” you started, swallowing thickly, “what you’d do to me if you knew I broke the rules.” 
Zemo nodded slowly, taking his belt off and gesturing for you to lean forward a little. “Will you let me tie you up?”
A jolt of electricity went down your spine as you nodded quickly, eagerly, biting at the inside of your lip to prevent yourself from smiling. “Yes.” 
He chuckled softly, taking your wrists and putting them against the headboard, he bound them to the metal bar at the top and nodded slowly. “Too tight?”
“Just about right,” you nodded, pulling at the restraining leather just to make sure. “Yeah, just about right.” 
“Good,” he nodded curtly. He was grateful that he had put on his leather belt, as he knew just how much you preferred leather to be used on your body. “Do you want me to get the collar?”
You couldn’t bite back the grin now, nodding eagerly as your eyes widened, the excitement in your stomach bubbling over so much that you could feel it in your throat. “Please!” 
“Stay there,” he grumbled, disappearing for a moment before returning with the leather collar and lead. He fastened it around your neck, and pulled on it. “Too tight? Too loose?”
“A bit loose,” you shrugged, and when he started to tighten it, you stopped him when it was just right. 
He took the lead in his hand, wrapping it around his knuckles and pulling at it with a sick smile. “Turn over.” 
You did as he said, turning over so that you were on your knees, presenting your ass to him. “What are you gonna do?”
“I’d like to spank you,” Zemo stated. 
“Yes, please,” you all but moaned, and when he brought his hand down to your flesh, a slap ringing out through the air, you arched your back a little, and let out a groan for more; he did it again, and you let out a guttural moan. 
You asked for more still. And Zemo was happy to oblige, smacking your ass until it was raw and stung a little. Only then did he stop, running his hand over the sensitive skin with a hum. 
“Too much?”
“Enough,” you choked out, your cock aching for release. “I wanna cum… please…” 
Zemo shook his head, chuckling softly as he bit at the inside of his lip. ‘Diamonds’ by Normani and Megan Thee Stallion was playing, and he chuckled a little. 
“Did you put music on thinking it would drown out your moans?” He asked with a little amusement. 
“Maybe,” you laughed softly. “It’s what we usually do when we fuck.” 
Zemo couldn’t deny that, as he knew the playlist well enough - one of yours, although not one of the usual genres; he shook his head, trying to concentrate again. 
“I’m not fucking you tonight,” he growled. “I told you not to touch yourself… and yet, I was gone for ten minutes - I come back, and you’re close to cumming, with that pretty cock in your hand.” 
“I’m sorry,” you whined, wanting to cum, wanting him to fuck you. “I promise I won’t do it again… just, please, fuck me. Fuck me, Zemo, please.” 
“I’m not doing that,” he chuckled, gently patting the side of your ass that wasn’t raw and stinging. He dropped the lead. “Lay on your side.” 
You did as he said, flopping down on your side and raising a brow. “Are you gonna get the ice? Or the wax?”
“Neither,” Zemo said, coming to stand by the bed as he pulled his cock from his trousers, giving it a few good strokes, using the precum to lube it up a little. “Do you want to take my cock in your mouth?”
You smiled again, nodding and licking your lips. You really were a glutton for punishment. “Yeah.” 
Zemo drew a little closer, close enough that you could wrap your mouth around his cock, licking the shaft and making him wince as he steadied himself by putting his hand on your shoulder, closing his eyes as he sucked in a harsh breath; he ran his hand through his hair, his head rolling back as he clenched his jaw and licked his lips. Your mouth was so warm, so inviting, and the way you were working his cock was like nothing he ever experienced before; you were fucking good, and when you dared to take it a step further, letting his cock hit the back of your throat, he stuttered out a string of praises. 
“You take my cock so well,” he praised, the hand on your shoulder going to your jaw, gently cupping it as you eagerly continued to work his cock, putting that mouth and that tongue to good use, pulling at your restraints. He grabbed the lead again, tugging on it - the feeling when you moaned around his cock made him groan loudly and hiss between his clenched teeth. “Good boy.” 
His praises only egged you on, as you started to pick up your movements, bobbing your head a little faster until you could feel him cumming down your throat; he told you to swallow, and you obeyed quite happily, only daring to stop when he pulled away from your mouth with a harsh sigh. 
“Can you fuck me now, please?” You asked, licking your lips to try and savour his taste. 
But Zemo shook his head as he chuckled, dropping the lead in favour of undoing the belt, releasing your wrists. “No. You broke the one demand that I had for you.” 
“Zemo-” you frowned, tutting softly before shrugging. “Well, I tried.” 
“Tomorrow,” he said suddenly, kissing your forehead. “I promise. But, for now, I’m going to run you a bath… are you hurt?”
“Not really,” you admitted with a hum. “My ass is a bit sore, though.” 
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, swallowing thickly. 
“It’s fine,” you reassured with a soft smile. “I just need to rest it for a bit, ‘s all.” 
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animnerd · 1 year
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Dani's Darktober!
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1Introduce loki to halloween(No kinks just fluf)
2)Moring Sex(Jonathan Pines and reader) 
3)Cock warming(Chris and Seb)
4) Car sex (Tom hiddleston and reader)
5)bdsm dynamic (Soft dom lokix sub bucky)
6) Bitting,  marking teasing, taming brate (Pirates daughter reader and hook)
7) Temp play,daddy(sam and reader)
8) Bondage (clint and reader)
9) Role-playing(Collins/Emma's actor)
10) Sugar daddy (zemo/reader)
11)Mommy kink. Bondage (dark wanda, reader 
12) Overstumulaton, taunting, dirty talk, slapping,public sex,  exhib)(Lucifure and reader)
13) Body Paint (Mud fight (Bucky. Loki, nat. Wanda and steve with reader)
14) Identity,  authority, hypnosis(lee, reader)
15) Brainwashed,  dom(Black widow and winter bucky)
16)Somphelia, bondage, public sex, sex toys hypnosis(not kink, monster)(40s Bucky/reader )
17) Brainwashed, public sex, exhibit, bondage, and authority(World dom loki dom x sub buck)
18) Sex pollen(love potion number9) , brainwashed, hyrda steve (yes he is a warning), non consent dark, and sex toys. [hydra Steve/reader]
[Special thanks to @doasyoudesireandlive for all your help!]
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darkdoverpseeker · 9 months
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hi everyone! 🌸🕊️ this might be a long shot but I'm currently craving an mcu discord plot set in between ca:tws and civil war. in particular, I'm looking for someone to play bucky barnes against a female oc of mine (I usually play canon characters but I guess an oc would work better with this particular point in time?), preferably in angsty, hurt/comfort plot where maybe he ends up at her place after running away from hydra and they can work on his recovery and readjustment into society. basically, I'm looking for something that would fill in the gap between the two movies, but we can take our own spin on it and maybe get hydra involved later on or zemo or whatever else might spice things up. I'm a sucker for messy plots with a lot of introspection, character and world building, and mature themes (I'm also very open to dead dove material, especially considering bucky's past, but they're not mandatory). also, I prefer plots without too much smut, but if we want to include nsfw please keep in mind that all my female characters tend to be on the dom/soft dom side and I prefer kinky over vanilla (I just find it more interesting to write, especially when it helps building trust between our muses). of course, we can discuss everything more in-depth if you're interested. just please be 21+ or else I won't feel comfortable writing with you, considering the themes that might be involved (I'm 25+). also, be willing to plot a lot ooc and share hcs. I also prefer longer replies (I usually write 3+ paragraphs and often hit the discord count) but of course I don't expect you to match that (just give me something to work with and we'll be fine!). if you're interested or just want to know more, hit the heart and I'll reach out!
like if interested!
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findroleplay · 9 months
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hi everyone! 🌸🕊️ this might be a long shot but I'm currently craving an mcu discord plot set in between ca:tws and civil war. in particular, I'm looking for someone to play bucky barnes against a female oc of mine (I usually play canon characters but I guess an oc would work better with this particular point in time?), preferably in angsty, hurt/comfort plot where maybe he ends up at her place after running away from hydra and they can work on his recovery and readjustment into society. basically, I'm looking for something that would fill in the gap between the two movies, but we can take our own spin on it and maybe get hydra involved later on or zemo or whatever else might spice things up. I'm a sucker for messy plots with a lot of introspection, character and world building, and mature themes (I'm also very open to dead dove material, especially considering bucky's past, but they're not mandatory). also, I prefer plots without too much smut, but if we want to include nsfw please keep in mind that all my female characters tend to be on the dom/soft dom side and I prefer kinky over vanilla (I just find it more interesting to write, especially when it helps building trust between our muses). of course, we can discuss everything more in-depth if you're interested. just please be 21+ or else I won't feel comfortable writing with you, considering the themes that might be involved (I'm 25+). also, be willing to plot a lot ooc and share hcs. I also prefer longer replies (I usually write 3+ paragraphs and often hit the discord count) but of course I don't expect you to match that (just give me something to work with and we'll be fine!). if you're interested or just want to know more, hit the heart and I'll reach out!
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notxjustxstories · 1 year
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A Proposal
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kinktober day 15: dom/sub 18+ only; minors dni
summary: while on the hunt for the Flag Smashers, the outcasts are left to their own devices.
ship: Erin Reeves (f!oc) x Bucky Barnes x Helmut Zemo
wordcount: 732
tags/warnings: accidental voyeurism (turned very intentional voyeurism), dom/sub, risk aware consensual kink
kinktober 2022 masterlist | erin reeves tag | erin/bucky masterlist | erin/zemo masterlist | erin/bucky/zemo masterlist
Bucky and Erin jerked apart, rushing to cover themselves with the sheets, yelling obscenities at Zemo all the while.
“No, no, don’t stop on my account,” the baron insisted, earning only dagger-like glares in response. He ignored them in favor of taking a sip of his scotch.
“Have you never heard of privacy?” Erin snapped.
“You’re on the pull-out couch in my vacation home,” Zemo drawled, turning his back to them and walking towards the bar, picking up the bottle he’d gotten his last drink from. “The expectation of privacy is nil. I’m surprised, though, with the Captain, Falcon, and darling Elizabeth out that you aren’t jumping at the chance to enjoy yourselves.”
“We were before you walked in,” Erin sneered. “It’s not a free-for-all, bud.”
Zemo hummed, sounding almost disappointed. “And here I thought given your missing boyfriend, you might want a third.”
Both Erin and Bucky went quiet for a moment before the latter found his voice. “Just because Loki’s off world right now doesn’t mean we’ll fold for the first dick that comes along.”
Zemo let out a soft laugh, turning back around to face the couple. “Yes, double entendre, how clever.” His eyes raked over the pair. “You both know I’m the perfect individual to satisfy you right now, even if you hate to admit it. You-” he pointed to Erin, drink still in hand “-enjoy being controlled by anyone able to physically manipulate you, and you-” he turned his finger to Bucky “-still have obedience so deeply ingrained in you that despite your hatred of yourself for it, you instinctively wish to follow any commands you’re given, particularly if you think you may enjoy them. Like this: fuck her.”
Bucky’s right hand twitched, his grip tightening on the sheets. With the rest of the room still and silent, the movement was painfully obvious.
“I’m not asking to take your lover’s place,” Zemo assured them. “I’m just asking for a bit of entertainment. You described your relationship as semi-open, yes?“
Bucky leaned in towards Erin and whispered something in her ear, earning a nod in response. Zemo lifted his glass to his lips for another sip and smirked behind the crystal; he’d just won himself an afternoon of pleasure.
“We always start a scene with the words, backwards,” Erin finally said as Zemo finished his drink and placed the cup on the bar.
“And you said they didn’t work anymore.”
“They don’t.”
Zemo shrugged. “Very well,” he conceded. “Грузовой, Один, Возвращение на родину, Девять, Доброкачественный, Семнадцать, Рассвет, Печь, Ржавый, Желание.” Even in reverse, the words fell off his tongue in a natural flow that commanded the room.
“Erin, crawl to me. Barnes, on your knees at the foot of the bed.”
Their compliance was immediate, albeit dissimilar in execution. Where Bucky moved quickly and quietly to the edge of the mattress and lowered himself to his knees, eyes hollow but vaguely focused on Zemo, Erin slid to the side of the bed and met his eyes before dropping to her hands and knees, slowly crawling towards him.
She only tilted her head up as much as was needed, preferring to keep her eyes on his and not baring her full face.
"Loki had you in a collar in Stuttgart," Zemo commented, eyes drifting to Erin's neck. "Was that his choice or yours?"
"It was a mutual agreement." Zemo raised an eyebrow at her, and she caught his intent. "...sir."
Zemo grinned and carded his fingers through Erin's hair. "Oh how I wish I had one here," he mused. "Heike loved them as well, but I threw them all out after her passing."
Without warning, he tightened his grip on Erin's hair and lifted her up to just her knees, angling her face towards him. "Tell me what will hurt him-" he jutted his chin towards Bucky "-most- without resulting in loss of life or limb for any of us," he ordered.
Erin took a shaky breath, and Zemo could see the options running through her mind. He was rather certain a few of them breached the 'loss of life or limb' rule before she settled on an answer. "Fuck my mouth, rough. Make me choke on you... sir. Make sure he sees me cry, and insult me while you do it."
Zemo hummed, letting his hand move from Erin's hair to her cheek. "That can certainly be arranged."
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Work of Art
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Baron Helmut Zemo x Original Female Character
Summary: Zemo is interested in how his new partner would look after certain *activities* while Sam and Bucky are out running errands.
Warnings: NSFW! 18+, Explicit Smut, Hand Kink, Eye Contact, Hand/wrist Kissing, Soft Dom Zemo, Zemo Being In Love With Gustav Klimt’s Artwork, Intellect Kink?, Praise Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Zemo Describing Klimt’s Paintings in Great Detail, Colors
Notes: I had a sex dream about Daniel Bruhl as Zemo last week, and I haven’t known peace since. I had to change a few things for logic reasons, but here it is. Also, this is just as much a love letter to Gustav Klimt as it is to Daniel Bruhl. Enjoy!
WC: 2.1k+
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The setting sun of the unfamiliar country shines through the windows and into the living room, casting a rainbow of light through the glass teapot that separates him from her. It expands across the table and onto the floor, stretching beyond where they sit in reds, greens and blues until disappearing just short of the door in a purple haze. He stares at her from behind the plume of steam that rises from the pot, two identical cups filling nearly to the brim as he studies her every move.
“Darjeeling?” He raises his eyebrows with the question, the chestnut hues of his eyes glinting amber in the warm evening light.
“Please,” she nods, scooting forward in her seat to finally enjoy his company without the judgment of her two partners. She hopes she can figure out what it is about him that makes her pulse quicken and her stomach flip every time he gets close to her. Was it his accent? His title? His intellect? Maybe it was a combination of all three. “Thank you,” she nods again.
“Of course. You know, unlike our mutual friends, you strike me as a woman who appreciates the finer things in life.” He starts, setting the pot down before sliding one of the saucers across the coffee table toward her.
“Is that so?” She leans forward to touch the handle of the mug he pushes in front of her, deciding to brush her fingers over his knuckles in the process.
He pauses as she touches him, lips parting and breath stilling as he tilts his head to the side as if to think through his next move. She knows that everything within his grasp holds the potential of turning into a movable piece on the giant chessboard of his life, a game he aims to win at nearly any cost. But she also knows that he was willing to dominate the kings and queens of the board to avenge a lost love, a result of passion and attachment, a sign of weakness. She hopes to use those long, deep stares he’s been giving her these past few days to bind him to her, to distract him long enough to spill some of his secrets and place a crown on her own head.
“I can’t imagine James or Sam would be able to appreciate a good cup of tea or glass of wine the way you and I would.” He keeps his hand beneath hers as he straightens his posture, now looking her in the eye through thick and heavy lashes. “Or a work of art.”
“Art?” She holds his stare in return, continuing to trace the hills and valleys between his fingers as the tiny hairs on the back of his hand stand on end. “I wouldn’t think that you, of all people, would support the arts.”
“On the contrary.” He releases his grip on the mug’s handle and weaves his fingers between hers, deftly stroking her palm with his thumb. “Anything can be a work of art if you choose to see it that way: the fall of an empire, the structure of a building, the curves of your face.”
Her mouth falls open as he continues to caress her skin, a thousand tiny tingling sensations spreading out from their point of origin as he presses into the heel of her hand. He scoffs as a knowing smirk tugs at the corners of his lips and brings her hand up to his mouth, pressing a kiss into her palm. “Are you familiar with the works of Gustav Klimt?”
“The Austrian impressionist?” She whispers, wondering where he could be going with this. “The painter?”
“A symbolist, actually.” He encircles her wrist with his opposite hand, his fingertips soft and gentle as they trace the veins that snake their way up the back of her arm. “A common mistake.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that.” She mutters with the little air she has left in her lungs as he strokes her arm like a trained masseur.
She watches in amazement as he opens his mouth to kiss her palm once more, this time a little deeper, a little longer as his tongue briefly parts his hungry lips. She leans forward as the tingling sensation shoots up her arm and into her chest, extending far beyond the trail his mouth leads as he kisses his way down her wrist. She can almost feel those eyes of his travel up her shoulder, noting the goose flesh racing up her axilla into the pounding pulse of her neck. His glare is nothing short of magnetic, drawing her in like a sailor to a siren as they quickly darken with desire. She isn’t entirely sure now if this seduction plot was a plan of her own, or if he’d merely tricked her into thinking it was her idea to begin with.
Either way, she sees no reason to pull back now.
“Klimt was a genius,” he stands up from his seat on the couch, keeping his fingers clasped in hers as he makes his way around the coffee table, pushing it aside. “He found beauty in nearly everything he saw.” The baron kneels in front of her, pushing the table back even further with his body as he finally settles at her feet.
“The symbolist parts of him were found mainly in his landscapes.” He pulls his hand away from hers, releasing it only to touch the intricate pattern of the dress that barely covers her thighs at this angle. He takes his time tracing the dozens of beaded triangles on the expensive cloth he picked out just for her to wear, hoping she appreciated it. “The concentric circles of trees in the forests, blades of grass in the meadows, the tessellation of leaves,” he elaborates as he smooths his hands down her legs, resting them both gingerly on her knees. “And the flowers in bloom are all different representations of the masculine and feminine.”
His chest expands as he pauses for a moment to take her in, the object of his desire, before exhaling and proceeding with his lesson. He slides his thumbs between her knees and pushes them apart, forcing her skirt to ride even farther up her hips as his lips curl into a smile. “But Klimt’s most famous paintings featured gold leaf and the women in his life.”
She swallows hard as she looks down at him for the very first time, his tall stature always drawing her chin upward to get a better look at him until now. This angle seems to suit him, the fading sunlight catching in his hair as it falls from behind his ear in front of his forehead. She can practically feel her bones shaking in anticipation as he holds her knees in his palms, that confident smirk painted permanently on his lips.
“Klimt knew that a work of art shouldn’t be rushed.” He glances up at her, sliding his hands over the tops of her thighs at an agonizing pace. “That something so beautiful should be studied at length before he would dare put it on canvas.”
She holds her breath as he ignites a fire beneath her skin, spreading her legs as the warmth of his hands ventures up toward her center. She can feel that fire rise up into her belly as his fingers tease the fine hair on her thighs, reaching the hem of her underwear as she finds herself rocking into them, silently urging him to pull that final barrier between them apart.
“He had many lovers, most of whom he painted,” He pulls back the cotton between her legs, sliding his fingers between her moistened lips before gliding them up and down. “Only after bringing them to a state of elation.”
“Yes,” she breathes out as he fondles her, his fingers the most skilled she’s ever felt in her entire life. “I remember that.” She moans as he stokes that heat, spreading her moisture over the length of her sex as he keeps his eyes on her.
“Good.” He increases his pressure on his way up to stimulate her clit as her hips begin to move in tandem with his hand. He grins like the Cheshire Cat, the skin around his eyes wrinkling as he persists in his carnal efforts. “They say his painting of Judith captures her at her most vulnerable state.” He slides his fingers inside of her walls, standing up as he pushes on her bud, rubbing a deep tantric rhythm into her core.
“Oh!” She utters, grabbing onto his shoulder as he continues his ministrations. “Baron!”
His smile widens at the mention of his title, but he only continues his lecture. “Lips flush, cheeks rosy, eyes heavily lidded,” he turns to sit down next to her on the couch, keeping his fingers warm inside as he whispers into her ear. “When I first laid eyes on you, I knew I had to see you like that.”
“Yeah?” She gasps as he lifts her leg over his lap, stretching her muscles as he delves his fingers even deeper inside of her. “Oh!”
“Yes, and you’re almost there, my love.” He curls his fingers upward, grabbing onto the base of her neck with his opposite hand as he sends messages of bliss all the way up her spine and into her brain. “Tell me when you see gold.”
She nods as he speeds up his handiwork, the sound of her slick the only thing she can hear besides her own shallow breaths and the beating of her heart. She can feel him push that final signal up through her, each of them building on top of the last like a line of dominoes bringing her closer to the edge. She looks down as he nearly breaks his wrist trying to please her, knocking down every one of them in succession as if they were laid out in an intricate shape painted by Klimt himself. Dozens of branches split off from her center, spiraling as they fall into her arms, legs and feet before curling in on themselves as her body shakes from the euphoria.
Her orgasm continues to spread through the tips of her fingers and the roots of her hair as she finally turns to look at him. She can feel those golden stems of ecstasy grow and brighten within her, splitting in half, breaking free until they reach every inch of her body through his magic fingers. She cries out as he doubles her pleasure, wrapping her foot around his leg to keep herself steady as her entire body begins to seize in his lap.
He moves his hand from the back of her neck to her jawline, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him as the sun shines one last time through the stained glass windows. Its yellow rays hit his eyes at just the right angle, illuminating the amber of his irises into a vibrant gold as he unravels her completely.
“I see it,” she confesses, now putty in his hands. “I see the gold.”
“Good girl,” he purrs, slowing his rhythm between her legs before planting a kiss onto her cheek. He pulls his thumb off her bud, careful not to get anything on her dress as he slowly drags his fingers up and out of her silky spent sex before bringing them up to his lips. “I knew you would.” He takes his time tasting her, those golden eyes of his rolling back into his head as his lips reach his knuckles.
She shivers as she watches him savor her, this deadly powerful man literally brought to his knees for nothing more than a chance to experience her beauty in person, to sample the fruits of his labor. Part of her now wishes that he could be someone else, someone who isn’t so devious, so wild and unpredictable, but she knows that’s part of what drew her to him in the first place.
He opens his eyes and draws his fingers from his mouth, letting go of her chin and stroking her hair with a newfound sense of adoration. “You look just like her now, a true work of art.”
She lets the echo of her climax shake its way through her, consciously calming her breathing as he combs through her hair, watching his chest rise and fall as a guide for her desired rate. She unhooks her foot from his calf before letting her hand drift down his neck and chest, reaching down between his legs to return the favor.
“Ah!” He stops her, clicking his tongue as he grabs her wrist. “You should rest before they get back. Drink your tea. I’ll wake you when it’s time.”
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ao3feed-sambucky · 2 years
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bring me to the light
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41116236
by angelwriter
"This is the part where you heal..."
 Continuing the story of Zemo and Illya's relationship as they hide away in France and start a life together.
Words: 6340, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Zemo & Ilya's Universe
Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Helmut Zemo, Original Male Character, Original Trans Male Character, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Original Female Character
Relationships: Helmut Zemo/Original Male Character, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson/Original Female Character
Additional Tags: Sequel, Alternate Universe, Zemo said Trans Right, Established Relationship, Self-Esteem Issues, Body Dysphoria, Body Worship, french countryside, Romance, Light BDSM, Soft Dom Zemo, Dom/sub Undertones, Surgery, top surgery, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41116236
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