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WHAT THE FFUCK IS GOING ON

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Parasite - Slaughter pt. 3

Pairing: dark!Winter Soldier x f!reader (any race)

WC: 2.2k

Summary: It's been too long since you've seen the Soldier

Warnings: dark, smut (p in v, unprotected, public-ish), edging, overstimulation, swearing, pet names [little lamb]

A/N: I can't believe I haven't updated this since september of last year... i'm sorry it took so long!!!! this was a doozy lol i hope you guys enjoy :)

Song referenced: Parasite Eve - Bring Me The Horizon

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He’s been away from you for too long. His fingers itch to touch you, to ravage you. To ruin you. It’s all he can think about. Every mission he completes gets him closer and closer to returning to you. 

You’ve been craving him. Nothing feels like him; nothing comes even close. Heat floods your body whenever you think of him, his hands on you, his words.

Don’t thank god, little lamb. Thank me. I’m your fucking god.

You go about your regular life, hiding the masked man away from everyone around you. He’s your dirty little secret, your wildest fantasy come to life. 

Even though it’s fucked up, you miss him. It’s been weeks, and he has yet to return to your bedroom. The star he carved into your leg is scarring over nicely, and it serves as a reminder every time you see or feel it, of what he did to you. What he’s done. What he will do.

Tonight, as you dance with a man whose name you don’t quite remember, it’s him that you think of. The masked man with eyes that can see right through you. You think of him as this new man grips your hips just a little too tightly. He dances just a little too closely.

And then you see it.

A flash of metal, those eyes… 

You shake your head. There’s no way he’s here. Even before that first night in your bedroom, he never followed you to places like this. He only ever saw you in public, not at a club or bar. 

The dancing man behind you grows bored, finally picking up on your disinterest, and abandons you on the dance floor. But you’re not paying attention. No, you’re staring at the corner of the room.

There, hidden in the darkness, you see him. He devours you with his eyes, setting you alight.

You walk to him as if tethered by some invisible force. He pulls you in, hypnotizing you with his presence. 

“Little lamb,” he whispers when you’re finally standing in front of him. He’s not wearing his mask, and it takes everything in you to not stare at his lips. They’re soft, plump, and pink. You want to kiss him, to press against those perfect lips and taste them.

His fingers grip your chin, and tilt your head up so you have to meet his eyes.

“You’re here,” you say breathily. His eyes search your face, but for what, you’re not sure. 

The Soldier’s fingers reach out and brush up your arm, sending shivers through your body. Your dress is sleeveless, leaving your skin out for him to devour. And that’s what it looks like he wants to do. 

“And you were dancing with a man.” His voice is gruff and laced with lust. But there’s anger there too.

All you can do is nod, already falling into his trance. Without speaking another word, the Soldier cocks his head and tugs you toward the back of the bar. You follow him, practically tripping over your feet to keep up with his long strides.

He shoulders open the back door of the bar, and it doesn’t cross your mind to wonder how he knew where the exit was, how he barely had to look for it at all. Instead, your thoughts linger on the way the low light casts shadows over his beautiful, sharp features. You drink him in, committing the slope of his nose, the angle of his chin to memory.

The Soldier presses your back against the rough brick wall of the alley, and suddenly the world comes back into focus around you.

“Thought you were gonna be good for me,” he whispers roughly, metal fingers curling around your chin. His other hand dips down, running up your knee to your thigh. You shiver when he makes contact with the star he carved into your skin.

“I- I have been good, I promise,” you reply, watching the Soldier’s face closely. His brow furrows as his fingers trace higher, finding your pussy already wet for him beneath your panties.

“I don’t believe you.” His words are harsh as he applies pressure to your clit. “You were letting that man touch you. How often have you done that since I last saw you?” Frustration washes over you, overtaking your lust. You push on his shoulders, shoving him back slightly.

“I don’t even know your fucking name,” you say, trying not to be afraid of the man in front of you. “Why would you care what I do when you’re gone? You’re the one who always disappears, who never showed me your face before tonight. Since when do you control my fucking life? You don’t own me.”

The Soldier’s eyes narrow, darkening at your words. He’s back on you in an instant, fingers finding their way back to the mark on your thigh.

“You are all I think about when I’m away, lamb.” Cold fingers trace the star over and over, the gesture practically obsessive. “Your eyes, your perfect body. Only you.” He leans his forehead closer to yours, knocking your nose with his. “I have no choice; I have to leave. But you…” he trails off, dragging his fingers back to your clit. “You chose to give me control that first night.”

“No,” you whisper, not even meaning it one bit.

“You begged for me,” he says, nipping at the tip of your nose. “Fucked yourself to the thought of my cock.” His fingers slide beneath your panties, finding you soaked. “You really going to tell me you don’t want me? Don’t want this?” You moan, feeling his strong fingers circle your clit.

“What’s your name?” You ask with a shaky voice. The Soldier grins, and you feel your knees go weak.

“I don’t have a name anymore.” You can tell he feels conflicted, but you want to push him for more. “I am called Soldat now.” 

“Soldat,” you whisper. The sound of his name on your lips sends his mind to dark, dark places, but for you, he would go anywhere. 

The Soldier’s blue eyes gleam down at you, and your lips part with a sigh. He’s working you up so perfectly; he knows your body better than you know it. When his lips connect with yours, it sends sparks flying through you.

He kisses you like he’s starving, like he’s devouring you. Your hands wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer. You gasp when he moves one of his legs between yours, spreading your feet apart further.

“Take it back,” he grunts. In a swift movement, he tears your panties down your legs. They fall to the ground, shredded. Confusion must flash across your features because as he fusses with his belt, he continues. “You said I don’t own you. Take. It. Back.”

Two of his fingers press inside of you, and you gasp loudly, suddenly aware of the possibility of someone walking past the alley and seeing what he’s doing to you. You try to cover his mouth with your fingers, but he easily dodges your grasp.

“Say it.” Your eyes roll back when his fingers graze the perfect spot deep inside of you. “Be a good little lamb for me, and maybe I’ll let you come. How’s that sound?” You preen at the idea of being good for him, but part of your brain scolds you for it. You don’t want to tell him he owns you, that you crave him, that you’re infected. 

Instead, you shake your head, your orgasm growing closer and closer. 

The Soldier clicks his tongue at you, withdrawing his fingers from your pussy. He shoves his pants down his legs, and your mouth waters at the sight of his dick. 

He chuckles at your reaction and the way your tongue traces along your lower lip. “Pull up your dress.” His commanding tone sends shivers down your spine, and despite worrying about people that might walk past, you find yourself following his orders. 

“What if someone sees?” The Soldier grips your legs at your knees, hoisting you up and against the wall. You instinctively wrap your legs around him, tugging him closer. His cock nudges against your clit, and you bite back a moan.

“Then they’ll know what you can’t seem to get through your dumb little head. That I fucking own you.” As the last word leaves his lips, he thrusts into you, stretching you around his length. This time, you can’t hold back the moan that rips from your throat.

“Soldat,” you whimper, head lolling back as he fucks you with fast, deep thrusts. Suddenly, he’s pressing something against your face. You realize a moment later that it’s his mask. He hooks it around your head, securing it into place. With the way it’s positioned on your head, you can’t open your mouth fully, and it muffles most of the sound you make.

“But those sounds,” he grunts, “are all mine.” His hands scour your body, grabbing and feeling every inch of your body as he fucks you. It’s all you can do to stay upright, and you give in to the feeling of him taking you.

His metal fingers find your clit, and he works you in quick, tight circles. It doesn’t take long for you to reach the edge, and you grip his shoulders, begging for release. But he doesn’t give it to you. The moment you’re about to come, he stops all his movements.

You groan at the loss, and your heart stutters in your chest.

“Take it back, and I’ll let you come,” he tells you, thrusting shallowly. The Soldier holds you against the brick and watches his cock as it slides in and out of your pussy. “Three little words, that’s all it takes.”

Your silence must last too long because he starts fucking you again, clearly trying to work you back up to your orgasm as quickly as possible. 

He brings you to the edge more times than you can count, keeping you from coming each time. Tears stream down your face, and your muffled noises are music to the Soldier’s ears. 

“You look so fucking perfect with my cock in you, little lamb,” he groans, pressing a hand against your lower belly. You whine from being sore, but it just makes him go faster. “If you wanna come so bad, you know what to say.”

He likes playing this game with you, especially since he wins either way. He loves seeing you take him, loves watching your body give him everything even though your mind won’t quite let go yet. He knows you’ll say it eventually. It’s only a matter of time, and he can’t wait to push you to your limit.

Your fingers dig into the Soldier’s shoulders, and you feel him shudder, his hips stuttering from their consistent pace. He comes on a low groan, but he doesn’t stop fucking you. He’s still hard, still pressing deeply inside of you.

Your eyes widen, and he grins, dipping his head to bite your neck. “You thought I was done with you, little lamb?” You can’t find the words to respond, your mind full of him . “Can’t ever get enough.”

“Please, please, please,” you whimper, muffled through the mask. 

“I know you’re sore, little lamb. I just can’t help it; you look so fucking perfect. Your pretty pussy takes my cock so well.” His words are music to your ears, and despite any discomfort, you might be feeling, you grind your hips against his pelvis, shifting yourself to his pace. 

“Soldat, please,” your voice sounds broken and hoarse; it just fuels his fire.

“Tell me what I want to hear.” His fingers slide up your body, caressing every curve, before curling around your neck. With an unexpected tenderness, he pulls the mask off your face. You suck in a shaking breath and groan as his cock hits your G-spot.

“You own me,” you whisper. His thrusts still, and your body jolts from sensitivity.

“Again.” The Soldier’s fingers drag down your front, tracing over your nipples. Your entire body feels like it’s been electrocuted, even though a layer of fabric separates his skin from yours. 

“You own me.”

“Good fucking girl.” He thrusts into you slowly, deeply, before working up to a pace that makes you see stars. His fingers circle your clit as his lips suck at the sensitive spot where your neck and shoulder meet. Tears fall freely down your cheeks as you get closer and closer to orgasm.

Heat builds like a raging storm in your belly from being worked up for so long. You sob, hiccuping as you hold onto him for dear life.

“Lemme see those tears,” he whispers, gripping your chin between his fingers, “Come while you’re fucking crying on my dick, little lamb.”

The Soldier’s hand covers your mouth as you come on a loud moan. You feel him fill you again, pulsing inside of you. The two of you remain, pressed against each other and the brick wall for what feels like an eternity.

“You own me,” he tells you, leaning his forehead against yours. You gaze into his bright blue eyes and see the devotion. 

There’s so much you want to say, that you should say. But as silence falls over the two of you, you can’t help but feel that this is how it was meant to be.

When we forget the infection

Will we remember the lesson?

If the suspense doesn't kill you

Something else will

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Contagious - Slaughter pt. 2

Pairing: dark!Winter Soldier x f!reader (any race)

WC: 2.3k

Summary: your mysterious visitor returns

Warnings: dark!!, masturbation, edging, knife play, blood, marking, pet names [little lamb], smut [p in v], oral [m receiving], degradation

A/N: lowkey inspired by my favorite pierce the veil song, I Don’t Care if You’re Contagious <3 please lmk what you think!!

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"I will see you again, little lamb. Soon, very soon."

You're still reeling three weeks after your encounter with the man in your room. You still catch yourself peeking over your shoulder, waiting for him. 

When you go to bed each night, your thoughts drift to him. The way his hands felt on your skin, the drag of his blade down your spine. 

As if still under his command, your hand never fails to drift down to the crux of your thighs, rubbing slow, methodical circles into your sensitive spot.

"I want to ruin you, to paint you with the darkness that flows through my veins. My sacrificial lamb, ready for the slaughter."

His words haunt you, his eyes seared into your brain.

As you lay in bed tonight, you find yourself in the same position as always. Face pressed into your mattress, ass high in the air just like he'd placed you that night. You try your best to relieve the throbbing need you feel, but your fingers don't do nearly as good of a job as his cock had.

"There is no god, little lamb."

You moan at the memory of his words, at how fucked up it all had been. Never in your life had you been as turned on as you had that night. It was like he'd cracked your head open and dug around until he found your deepest and darkest fantasies. Things you hadn't even admitted to yourself that you wanted.

The names he'd called you, the things he'd done to you…

You shiver, trying to picture him pressing his knife to your cheek.

"So fuckin' perfect, taking what I give you. You like it? Yeah? You like being fucked like a whore?"

No matter what you do or how hard you try, nothing comes close to being as good as the real thing. 

The Soldier hasn’t liked being away from you for so long. It wasn’t his intention, not at all. He’d been called out on a mission, and the moment he reached the city, he found his way to you.

He scales your building easily, settling himself outside your bedroom window. And oh, what a sight you are naked and writing for him.

With your back arched, fingers working your clit hard, you are a vision of depravity and beauty. He feels his cock harden instantly as he watches you. He wonders what you’re thinking about; he wonders how wet you are. How desperate you’ve gotten.

After a few moments of watching you drive yourself to the edge of your climax, he slides your window open. Stupid little lamb, he thinks, you’re just asking for someone to come in here and have their way with you.

You’re so wrapped up in your fantasy, mind filled with the man’s voice, that you don’t hear your window open. You don’t hear his footsteps on the floor, nor do you notice him standing beside your bed, watching you intently.

It isn’t until he reaches out and moves your hair out of your face that you freeze.

Your eyes fly open, and you crumple in on yourself, trying to retain some of your dignity, but it’s no use.

The man stares down at you, eyes devouring your figure. Your skin heats under his gaze. Most of his face is concealed by a black mask, but you can tell just from the look in his eyes that he’s ready to destroy you.

“Don’t stop,” he says, voice slightly muffled from the mask. “Don’t fuckin’ stop, little lamb.” Just his voice, the way he says your pet name has heat rushing to your clit, making it pulse with need.

The Soldier crouches beside you until he’s at eye level with you. “What, too shy now?” His voice is taunting. He wants a reaction out of you.

“N-no, it’s just–” you stammer, unable to get the words out. His presence is so threatening, you know he’s deadly, but that just makes him that much more attractive to you. You swallow your pride and give in to your desires. “I’d rather you do it.”

Your words make something crack in the Soldier. He growls, low and deep in his chest, and rips off the leather gloves from his hands. A breath later, he’s kneeling between your legs, fingers running over your soft skin.

“Do you think about me?” he asks, his touch ghosting over your abdomen. You shiver beneath his touch, arching your back to try and get him to touch you where you want him. Where you need him.

“Ngh– yes,” you hiss, his fingers brushing over your swollen clit. You’d lost track of how long you’d been playing with yourself before the man’s arrival, but all you know is you couldn’t finish with just your fingers. You needed him to push you over the edge.

“What a good little lamb,” the man whispers, slowly circling your clit with a calloused finger. His metal hand grips your waist tightly; you’ll have bruises tomorrow. “So fuckin’ wet for me.”

You writhe beneath him, a combination of sensitivity and his perfect fingers playing you like a goddamn violin driving you right up to the edge after just a few moments. 

“Please, please, please,” you whimper, begging him to give you the release you’re craving. The man cocks his head, and even with the mask on, you can tell he’s planning something. 

Just as you’re about to climax, he removes his hand. 

You groan at the loss of his fingers, feeling your orgasm fading. Your clit pulses, and you try to bring your thighs together to alleviate the pressure, but you can’t with the man’s large body between your legs.

“Just as pathetic as I left you,” he sneers. “My dumb little lamb, did you consider that you don’t deserve to come yet?” Tears prick in the corners of your eyes as you shake your head.

The man huffs, bringing his hands to his belt, undoing it, and swiftly pulling it through the loops on his pants. A moment later, he flicks open the button and drags the zipper down on his fly.

Your mouth waters at the memory of how he’d used your mouth and throat for his pleasure, how he’d forced you to take all of him.

“Come here and suck my cock like the little slut you are, and then we’ll see if you deserve to come.” You shift onto your hands and knees as the man moves to stand beside the bed. 

His hands tangle in your hair, pulling at it to guide you into position. You take his cock out of his pants and gently kiss the tip before licking down his shaft. His taste fills your mouth, and you moan around his length.

“Good girl,” he says through gritted teeth, grip tightening in your hair as you take him deeper and deeper. “Fuckin’ missed the way your throat squeezes me.” You preen at his praise, trying harder to please him more. Your hand works at the length of him that you can’t take in your mouth, and you stare up at him, watching his eyebrows pinch with pleasure.

Never in your life have you truly enjoyed giving oral; you’ve never found pleasure in the action. Until him; until now. You want nothing more than to bring him pleasure, to make the man feel good. 

The Soldier watches you take his cock with amazement. He’s never seen anything as beautiful as you.

Your eyes flick up to his as you force yourself to take his entire cock in your throat. He feels you gag, but you don’t pull away. He nearly comes at the sight, but he wants to save that. He wants to feel you squeezing his cock with your pretty pussy. He wants to come deep inside of you. So deep that you won’t ever be able to forget about him.

He uses his grip on your hair to pull you off his dick with a lewd pop. You pant as he adjusts your position, laying you down on your back with your legs spread in front of him.

You’re so much more beautiful like this, cock drunk and needy for him.

You’re perfect.

The Soldier leans over you, running his face along your neck. Even though you have no clothes for him to cut off of you tonight, he still reaches a hand into his pocket and flips out his knife. He loves how you shiver when he drags the blade down your skin. The way your heartbeat speeds up.

He sits up, showing you the knife, and your breath hitches. You hate admitting it to yourself, but you’d missed the feeling of the cool steel against your skin.

The Soldier traces a line up your leg from ankle to hip, not causing any damage but still making you shake.

He traces your nipples with the tip of the knife, causing them to perk up more. Your back arches into the feeling without you willing it to. The Soldier tsks you, but he loves the way you respond to everything he does. 

“I’m going to fuck you now, little lamb,” he explains, letting the knife drift down your abdomen, circling your belly button, and finally pressing gently against your aching clit. “And you’re going to take it like a good girl. Do you understand?” Your breaths come out shaky as you stare down at the blade.

You nod quickly. “Yes, yes, I understand.” The man lines his thick cock up with your weeping pussy and presses into you with one brutal thrust.

“Fuck,” the man groans, adjusting his grip on the knife, so it no longer presses against your clit, but rather the inside of your thigh. “Take my fuckin’ cock.” 

Your tears spill freely down your cheeks at the stretch of your pussy taking him. It hurts so so good.

He sets a deep and punishing pace, hitting every sensitive spot within you, and all you can do is lay there and take it.

Your hands grip your sheets with every thrust, keeping you anchored to this world. Searing pain in your leg brings your head back down to earth, and your eyes flash open.

The man has stilled his thrusts to focus instead on carving something into your fleshy thigh. You grit your teeth through the pain but never tell him to stop. 

You realize you should be angry; you should be furious that he’s just marked you like that. You don’t even know his name, and he’s scarred you for life. But you’re not mad. You’re so turned on, so delirious with pleasure, that you don’t care.

The man looks up at you, his flesh hand wiping the blood from your wound just to smear it on your abdomen.

“You’re mine, little lamb. All. Fucking. Mine.” He punctuates every word with a deep thrust, fucking you brutally. More of your blood sticks to him every time his body connects with yours, but he doesn’t care.

The mixture of pain and pleasure comes together to bring you right to the edge. Only the man fucking you is the one who can send you over.

“I’m gonna– please, can I –” You can barely get the words out, can barely get air into your lungs.

“You wanna come?” the man asks, leaning down, staring intensely into your eyes. “You wanna come all over my cock like a whore?” Your eyes screw shut as you moan at his words.

“Please,” you whisper over and over like a prayer. The Soldier loves hearing you pray to him, begging him to give you what you want. 

“This pretty pussy’s been taking me so good,” he says, cocking his head. “I think she deserves to come.” Your whole body goes tight, knowing you couldn’t come without his permission.

“Oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you,” you moan as you come undone. Heat and pleasure shoot through your body, up your spine, making your fingers tingle. 

“Don’t thank god, little lamb. Thank me,” he grunts, getting closer to his own climax. “I’m your fucking god.”

He comes with a loud groan, filling you up with his seed. You can’t help but arch into him, loving how it feels to have him pulsing inside you.

When the Soldier pulls out, he immediately mourns the loss of your warmth wrapped around him. The sight of you dripping with his cum makes him feel better, though.

He sits back on his heels and runs his thumb over the cuts on your leg. You watch with hooded eyes as he unclasps his mask and brings that bloodied finger to his mouth, sucking it clean.

Your chest heaves, exhaustion taking over. Your eyes take in his beautiful but deadly face. The sinister grin he sports, his dark eyes.

“You did so good, little lamb,” he praises, dropping his fingers down to your leaking pussy. He presses his cum back inside you with two digits, pumping a few times. You moan, sensitive and overstimulated. “So good for me.”

The man stands, pulling his clothes back into place as your lids droop. You don’t want to fall asleep; you want to stay awake and ask him who he is, where he comes from. But you don’t get the chance to.

The Soldier pulls a blanket over your naked form and smooths your hair away from your forehead. “Rest,” he whispers, his voice almost sounding gentle. “I’ll be back.”

The following day when you wake, you’re sore all over, but all you can focus on is the marking on your inner thigh. You couldn’t tell what it was when he’d initially cut you, but now that you’ve cleaned the blood off, you see it’s a little star.

It matches the one on his metal arm, and you warm at the thought.

You know he’ll be back, and you’ll be waiting. Ready and desperate for him.

You’re infected by him.

And I don't care if you're sick, I don't care if you're contagious.

I would kiss you even if you were dead.

I'm gonna tear out the thread one by one from your skin,

'Till your bones feel embarrassed from all the attention.

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[lunarbuck]

slaughter

Pairing: dark!Winter Soldier x f!reader (any race)

WC: 2.1k

Summary: The Soldier has been watching you for some time now, but tonight he will finally act on his urges.

Warnings: dark!!, stalking, knife play, pet names [little lamb], smut [p in v], oral [m receiving], degredation

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When you first noticed the feeling, you'd thought you were crazy—the feeling of eyes on you, of someone following you. But when you looked around, you saw nothing. 

It used to be easy to convince yourself that no one was there, but you saw him yesterday. 

You saw him slip around the corner as you whipped around. He didn't move quite fast enough for you not to catch a glimpse of his dark eyes and built frame. 

Tonight, you sit on your bed and stare at the window, unable to tear your eyes away from it. You're sure you saw him; you'd recognize those eyes anywhere. 

But the longer you sit, the heavier your eyelids get. It isn't long before you're asleep, unaware of the man climbing up the side of the building and sliding your window open. 

You don't hear as he slips through the window frame and steps into your room. 

The Soldier stands beside your bed and watches your chest rise and fall with every breath.

He has never seen anything like you, anyone so beautiful. 

It didn't start innocently, but he wouldn't have it any other way. He saw you walking down the street and couldn't help himself. 

Your shy nature, the way you cowered out of the way of oncoming people. It called to him. 

You shift in your sleep, and he runs his metal fingers down your bare arm. You'd fallen asleep in a pair of short flowy sleep shorts and a tank top. 

"Hm, little lamb, you've dressed so perfectly for me tonight." 

You stir at the sound of his words. Your eyes flutter open, and you freeze under his cold gaze. 

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He leans over you, dropping his head down beside you. 

You try to shift away, but his hand shoots out and grips your chin. 

"Hello, my lamb," he whispers, holding your face close. 

"Who- who- who are you," you ask, voice shaking. 

The Soldier shakes his head, not finding it necessary to answer your question. 

Instead, he dips his head and breathes you in, taking in your scent, your softness. Somehow, even though he is right beside you, finally being able to smell you makes you more real to him.

"Please, I'll do anything," you shudder, "please don't hurt me." The Soldier returns his gaze to you and smirks. 

"My poor little lamb." The Soldier stands at his full height, towering over you. "All I want to do is hurt you."

You don't dare take your eyes off him as his hand snaps to his belt. When his hand comes back into view, you see the glint of a blade practically glowing in the moonlight.

You can't help the whimper that escapes your lips at the sight of it. The Soldier twirls it through his fingers with an elegance that, for some reason, doesn't surprise you.

It's hard not to imagine what he's going to do to you with the blade, if he'll make it quick or if he'll draw it out. Judging by the deadly look on his face, you think it'll be the latter.

He runs the knife down your cheek, the sharp point grazing your skin as it glides. 

"I want to ruin you, to paint you with the darkness that flows through my veins. My sacrificial lamb, ready for the slaughter."

You shiver under his gaze; your heart races. 

"P-please," you whimper, not even sure what you're begging for. 

"You're pathetic," he whispers. "My pathetic little lamb."

He drops his head and runs his nose along your neck. The hand gripping the knife stays by your face, a reminder of the danger the man above you could commit. 

His other hand grips your waist before slipping down to your pussy. 

You jolt at the feeling of him touching you, but the man's grip on you keeps you from knicking yourself on the blade.

He lets his fingers graze over the fabric covering you, ghosting touches that send electricity up your spine. 

You know it's fucked up, oh my god, so fucked up, but you crave more. You want him to touch you, to really touch you.

And he knows.

"You're so fucking needy," he taunts, not giving in to your wishes.

Your body thrums with energy, pulses under his touch, and he knows how much you crave him.

He's only been in your room for a few moments, yet here you are, already wrapped around his finger.

"I knew you'd be a good little lamb for me the moment I laid eyes on you," he chuckles, giving you a little more pressure against your clit. "I saw you, and I knew."

You feel yourself getting wetter at his words. It's like he bore into your head and discovered all your deepest fantasies.

"I knew I'd be able to get you on your knees, ready to please me. Are you gonna prove me right?" He asks, pressing the palm of his hand against your clit.

You arch into him, feeling the blade's sharp edge against your cheek.

"Answer me," he commands.

"Y-yes," you nod, not caring about the possibility of cutting your cheek on his knife.

"Good girl." The Soldier stands and removes the knife from your face, but he doesn't put it away. 

His metal arm reaches out and grips you by your hair, tugging you up and off the bed and onto the floor. 

You land on your knees in front of him, staring up at the mountain of a man.

His gaze is deadly as he unbuckles his belt with just one hand. 

Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock bobbing out of his pants when he finally opens them. 

The Soldier's metal fingers lace through your hair as he guides your lips to his cock.

"Show me how good you can be," he grunts as your breath ghosts over him.

You nod as best you can with his fingers in your hair and lick up his shaft to his tip.

It's a challenge fitting him in your mouth, but the sound he makes as your wet tongue slides over him makes you try even harder.

"Fuck, you feel so good, little lamb. Just like I knew you would." You lose yourself in the action of pleasing him; you don't care how messy you're being or what you look like. All you care about is making him feel good.

He presses you further down on his cock, and you sputter around it. The Soldier's hips stutter and heat licks in your belly at the thought that you make him lose control.

You don't notice you're pressing your thighs together until he scolds you for it. 

"I'll fuck you when you've proven to me that you're worthy of it," he grunts, pressing you down on his cock until your nose hits his pelvis. 

He roughly pushes you off his dick, and you suck in a few deep breaths, spit dripping off your chin. 

"Come here and clean up your fucking mess," the Soldier commands. 

You move to stand, but he shakes his head; you know what he wants. 

After another breath, you get on your hands and knees and crawl back toward him. 

"What a good little lamb," the Soldier whispers as you begin to clean the spit off his cock with your tongue.

You stare up at him, loving the way his brow furrows in concentration while you clean him. You love how his fingers tighten in your hair, gripping and pulling, making your scalp ache. 

He pulls you off of him with a pop, and it's as if he can read your mind. 

"You want me to fuck you?" He asks, fake sympathy coating his voice. 

"Please," you reply, voice hoarse. Your clit is pulsing with need, and you find yourself pressing your thighs together again to relieve the pressure. 

"Hm, I like when you're begging." The man tightens his grip on your hair as he nods, watching saliva drip down your chin. He tugs you onto the bed, releasing you for only a moment before gripping your ankles and positioning you the way he wants you.

He presses your face into the mattress, your ass high in the air. 

You hear the flick of his knife open, and you shiver with anticipation of what is to come. 

The chill of the blade is just noticeable enough for you to feel it run down your spine. The Soldier puts just enough pressure on it to cut open your tank top but not cut you. The fabric falls from your back and pools at your hands. He cuts open your shorts and panties next, leaving you bare for him.

"Time for you to take what I give you," he grunts, positioning himself behind you. The mattress dips with his weight, and you can feel the heat radiating from him.

He rubs his cock against you a few times, teasing you and making you squirm.

It's impossible to not whine as he teases you, impossible to keep your noises contained. "Fuck," you whimper as his cock bumps your clit.

"You're going to look so beautiful impaled on my cock," the man whispers, leaning over you to speak next to your face.

His voice is deep and gravelly, and it somehow turns you on more. He bites your earlobe, tugging it with his teeth as he pushes into you in a brutal thrust.

You groan at the feeling. He's so deep inside you, and the stretch burns a little with no preparation. 

"Oh my god," your voice comes out broken and weak; you can practically feel him feeding off your pitiful state.

"There is no god, little lamb." The man sits back up and begins to fuck you with long, deep strokes, hitting all the right spots inside you. 

His grip on your hips is the only thing holding you up; you are entirely and wholly at his mercy.

The Soldier uses your body in the way he's dreamed about since the moment he laid eyes on you. You feel even better than he thought you would; the way you squeeze him sends him spiraling.

He loves the way you look, the way you stare up at him with lust-blown eyes. He loves the way you gave in to him, the way you let him do whatever he wanted. 

As he fucks you now, all he can think of is how perfect you are. He made a good decision choosing you.

He especially loves the sounds you make. You're so vocal without realizing it. Every time he touches you, every time his cock brushes that spot inside of you, you're whimpering and moaning.

You respond so well; you're so good for him.

"My perfect little lamb," he grunts, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

You can't help but preen at his praise. "So fuckin' perfect, taking what I give you. You like it? Yeah? You like being fucked like a whore?"

No one's ever spoken to you like this, called you those names, but you love it. It makes you want him more. You press your hips back against him, urging him to fuck you more.

Your lack of response earns you a threat with his blade. He presses it against your spine again, this time harder.

"Answer me."

"Yes," you moan. "Yes, I love it so much." You hear his satisfied huff as his other hand leaves your hip to circle your clit.

Electricity shoots through you as he brings you to your peak. Your toes curl, and your back arches, taking everything he's giving you.

"You want to come?" He taunts, staggering his thrusts.

"Please, please, please," you beg wantonly, not caring how pathetic you sound.

"Well, when you ask so nicely," he replies, voice trailing off as he evens out his pace, bringing you right back to the edge.

It only takes a few more moments for you to explode. Your whole body shakes as you come.

The Soldier watches the beautiful sight in front of him, and it sends him over the edge; he spills into you and fucks it deeper and deeper into you.

You collapse onto the mattress, black creeping in on your vision.

You fall asleep, completely exhausted, before he leaves.

The Soldier watches your eyes dip closed, satisfied. A little voice in his head whispers to clean you up, and for once, he listens to it.

He carefully and gently cleans you up before placing a blanket over your sleeping form.

He remains in your room for a few more moments and only leaves when the sun begins to rise.

When leaves, it is with whispered parting words before slipping out the window.

"I will see you again, little lamb. Soon, very soon."

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Slaughter - Masterlist

Pairing: Dark!Winter Soldier x f!reader (any race)

Status: ongoing, no schedule but taking requests if people have them

Summary: The Winter Soldier takes what he wants

Warnings: dark fic, stalking, dubcon, knife play, pet names [little lamb], smut [p in v], oral [m receiving], degradation, masturbation, edging, knife play, blood, marking, overstimulation

A/N: Since this oneshot has now turned into multiple parts, i've made a masterlist!! Please, i'm begging, don't read these fics unless you're 100% okay with the warnings listed above!!!!!!!

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Part 1: Slaughter (2.1k)

The Soldier has been watching you for some time now, but tonight he will finally act on his urges

Part 2: Contagious (2.3k)

Your mysterious visitor returns

Part 3: Parasite (2.2k)

It's been too long since you've seen the Soldier

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Dumb Bunny (dark!winter soldier xf!reader)

a dark little red riding hood retelling

pairing: dark!winter soldier x f! reader (any race)

wc: 3.3k

summary: The Wolf sees you walking through the forest on your way to your grandmother's house, and he just can't help himself.

warnings: dark fic, knives, oral (f receiving), smut (p in v), pet names [bunny], degradation, primal play, predator/prey, fear, crying

a/n: this is my entry for @boxofbonesfic's fairytale writing challenge :) I hope you guys enjoy!

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The sight of your home village warms your heart. You’ve been away for so long and missed so much. It’s good to be back. You pull the hood of your cape up to keep the sun off your face and venture into the heart of the village. 

After gathering some sweets and a few loaves of bread, you bid farewell to the friendly faces you pass. As lovely as the village is, you can’t shake the feeling that something is just slightly… wrong.

The edge of the forest calls to you, the familiar sound of songbirds lulling you in. You’ve traveled this path hundreds of times; you know it with your eyes closed, even after all this time. Beautifully bright flowers bloom just off the beaten path. You gaze at them but don’t stop to pick any. Grandmother is expecting you. It’s been so long since you’ve seen her, you feel guilty you haven’t visited sooner.

As you walk, you hear footsteps crunch through the fallen leaves. You turn around, the hem of your cape fluttering with the movement. Behind you, you see a tall mountain of a man. Cloaked in black, the man stalks toward you. You’ve heard whisperings of him in town, the Wolf, they call him. 

“Excuse me, miss,” he coos, voice deep and gravelly. “Where are you headed? A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be alone in these woods,” he whispers. “There is danger around every corner.” 

You know what people say about the Wolf, the things he’s rumored to have done. That he’s a killer, that he roams the woods hunting unsuspecting victims. He’s ruthless, coldblooded and animal-like in his violence. You’re sure the rumors are true as you gaze up at his bright eyes. Fear flashes through your mind as you stare at him. His eyes are a stark, beautiful blue. His hair, dark and inky, frames his face, though most of it is covered by a black mask. 

“I’m visiting my grandmother’s house,” you tell him, smiling politely. You’ve always been taught to be kind to strangers, and this stranger, in particular, the way he’s looking at you, seems to scream danger. You don’t want to risk slighting him.

“Ah,” the Wolf replies, raising his eyebrows. “And what might you have there in your basket?” You move the cloth, showing the Wolf your various sweets and loaves of bread. You imagine he is licking his lips behind his mask. Images of his lips on you, of him kissing you deeply, of him tasting you, flash through your mind, and you quickly shut your eyes. You try to shake off the heat that’s settled in your belly. You shouldn’t think that way about a stranger.

“Well, I must be going. Grandmother is expecting me.” You nod to the Wolf and cover your basket, returning to the path you’d been following. Each breath feels tight in your chest.

“What a shame,” he calls. “The birds are singing so sweetly.” Your steps slow as you allow yourself to listen to the songs that float through the air, but you continue on. You can always listen to the birds as you walk.

“Ah, but the flowers are so beautiful this time of year. Wouldn’t your grandmother enjoy a bouquet?” The Wolf asks, again halting your walking. You glance at the flowers off the path, practically preening for you in the sunlight. Grandmother has always loved the wildflowers; maybe you could spare a few moments to gather a small bouquet. 

“I suppose…” You glance back at the Wolf, finding that he has continued to follow you down the path. He’s so close now that if you breathed deeply, your back would touch his chest. Your heart stutters with fear. How did he move so quickly without you hearing? How did you not feel him approach?

“You don’t want to miss out on all the beauty,” he whispers, leaning down beside your ear. With two long fingers, the Wolf tugs your hood off your head, letting the breeze flutter against your neck. He breathes deeply, and your knees wobble as you feel the heat the Wolf emanates. Something sharp trails down your neck, a stinging pain following close behind, and your eyes widen.

Not even a breath later, he’s gone. You shudder at his sudden absence and quickly dart your eyes around, looking for the Wolf, but he’s disappeared into the shadows. 

You try to calm your nerves, focusing instead on the flowers glittering just a few paces away. You kneel down, gathering your skirts to prevent them from getting dirty. The flowers are soft against your fingertips as you pick the perfect ones. All the while, the Wolf’s beautiful blue eyes burn in your mind.

The Wolf

Poor, poor grandmother, I think to myself as I drag the woman out of her woodland home and into the glade. She’ll wake up eventually, but not before I do what I want. Not before I take care of her sweet, beautiful little granddaughter. 

I go back into the house and take in the empty space. Photos of my little bunny are everywhere, school photos and memories of vacations. She looks so delectable in her too-small bikini, her bright smile practically blinding me. 

Next, I climb the stairs, finding myself in the room I had just dragged her grandmother from. The four-poster bed takes up most of the room, fabric hanging from the top of the frame like a canopy. I grin at the thought of taking my bunny here, her tears staining the blanket. Her screams filling the air. I feel myself hardening in my pants, and I adjust my cock.

When I saw her walking through town, my mouth watered. She looked so beautiful in her red cloak, the sun warming her skin. She looked good enough to fucking eat. I followed her from a distance, but once she entered the forest, I couldn’t hold back any longer. The smell of her when I got close… I could barely hold myself back. I wanted to grab her right then and there. I wanted to fuck her into the dirt. But good things come to those who wait. 

I am not a patient man, and I always get what I want. Always.

So, I lay down on the bed, the canopy concealing me well enough, and wait. 

And wait, and wait.

Until I hear the door creak open. 

“Grandmother?” My bunny calls. I can practically hear the smile on her lips. I grin beneath my mask, fingers itching to touch her. To mark her. I hear her footsteps as she wanders into the house. My heartbeat speeds up, ready for the hunt. 

“Grandmother?” She calls again, this time even closer. I see her shadow as she comes up the stairs, and a moment later, she pushes open the bedroom door. “Oh, Grandmother, are you ill?” Through the canopy, I see her set down a vase of flowers, the ones she picked in the woods, and her basket, full of sweets.  

Her fingers gently curl around the canopy’s fabric and tug it aside. Her eyes widen, and her lips part on a scream, but I’m already moving. I lunge, grab her, and push her down onto the mattress. My hand presses over her mouth, absorbing her scream.

“So fucking beautiful when you scream, bunny,” I growl, dipping my head into the crook of her neck. I breathe her in, the sweet scent of fear mixing with the floral scent of her perfume.

My bunny writhes and struggles against me, but it’s no use. I’m bigger than her, stronger than her. She’ll never escape me. She heaves her breath behind my hand, so I take it off of her, not minding if she screams. No one will hear her anyways. 

“What– what are you doing?” She whimpers, tears streaking down her face.

I don’t answer. Instead, I straddle her hips, pinning her to the bed. I run my hands along her torso and up to her breasts. She fits perfectly in my hands, and I flick my eyes to hers, watching her reaction. I can see the way she struggles with herself. The way she wants to give in to me, but something holds her back. 

“Oh, bunny,” I whisper, my hands coming up to curl around her neck. “What a beautiful neck you have.” I squeeze her neck lightly, giving her just a taste of what I want, and I see the way her pupils dilate. Her hips jolt up into mine, and I grin beneath my mask.

She breathes heavily, lips parting into a perfect, soft ‘o’. “And what perfect lips you have.” I move one hand up, running my thumb across her beautiful mouth. I lean down close, cupping her jaw. 

I want to taste her, I want to rip this fucking mask off my face and taste my little bunny, but I can’t. Not yet. I need to be patient. I sit up, slipping a knife out of my belt and flicking it open. Her eyes widen at the glinting blade.

“Please,” she whispers, tears brimming in her eyes again. “Please don’t hurt me.” I grin.

“My poor, stupid, little bunny. The more you beg me not to, the more I want to hurt you.” She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, and I stifle a moan. I don’t know how I’ve lived so long without her, how I’m going to go on living if I don’t have her by my side.

“What did you do to my grandmother?” She asks, voice wavering.

“You don’t want to know, bunny.” Her tears stream down her cheeks, and she hiccups as she sobs. She’s fucking perfect. I take in the sight of her blood-red cloak stark against the white sheets. I run the knife along the side of her face, not cutting or scratching her but letting her feel the sharp edge. 

I slide off the bed, dragging the knife down the center of her sternum between her breasts and down her torso. I see the thoughts running through her pretty little head. I know she wants to run. I hope she does. I step back and watch her fingers twitch before she darts off the bed. Her red cape flutters behind her as she saints down the stairs. I give her a head start before giving chase. My little bunny is more perfect than she could ever know.

After taking a steadying breath, I take off after my bunny. She left the front door open, and I catch sight of the hem of her cape as she dives behind a tree. She ran pretty far, I’ll give her that, but she won’t escape me. Never.

My feet pound on the ground as I chase her, adrenaline coursing through my veins. She keeps running, doing her best to hide as she goes deeper into the forest, but she’s not fast enough. I catch up quickly, making sure she knows just how close I am. Whenever she hears my boots snap a twig, she yelps, tripping over her feet. As we get further away from the house, she loses steam. I grin as she stumbles, constantly looking back to see me hunting her. 

Bunny’s cape gets caught on a branch, and she falls, landing hard in the dirt. She tries to crawl away, but she knows it’s no use. I stalk toward her, loving the way she shakes with each breath, and sink to the ground by her head.

I grip her by her hair, lifting her face out of the dirt, and lean down. “You lose, bunny.” She gasps as I bring out my knife, holding it near her cheek as I turn her. Even though she ran and wants to think she’s afraid of me, I know what she wants. I can fucking smell it on her. Can taste it in the air. 

“Please,” she whispers, fingers digging into the leaves on the ground. Her thighs rub together beneath her skirts, and my mouth waters. I know she won’t run this time, not when she’s so close to getting what she wants.

I remove my mask, tugging it from my face with my other hand. Her lips part as her eyes search my features. I move between her legs, running a hand along one of her legs. I push up her skirt, exposing her soft skin. With my knife, I run the tip along her leg, up and up, until I reach her panties. She can’t hide how needy she is. My bunny writhes in the dirt, begging me to touch her with her big beautiful eyes. I slide my knife beneath the waistband of her panties, slicing the fabric. I cut a matching slit near her other leg, tugging the material away. She shivers as the cool air hits her cunt.

“What a pretty pussy you have, bunny,” I growl, lowering my face to the crux of her thighs. She watches me with lust-filled eyes, nodding like the dumb little bunny she is. I bite her inner thigh, leaving an imprint of my teeth on her skin.

“What beautiful eyes you have,” she tells me, a small smile on her lips. 

“The better to see you with, bunny.” I run my nose along her pussy, and she bites back a moan. My tongue laves along her clit, and I hear her breath hitch. 

“What–” she gasps when I press a finger inside her tight cunt. “What a perfect mouth you have.” I groan against her pussy, devouring her like my last meal. 

“The better to eat you with,” I mutter into her pussy. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. She tastes so fucking sweet, practically dripping against my lips. I knew my bunny would be perfect, but she’s better than I ever could have dreamed. 

“Please, please,” she whimpers, begging for her release. I curl my finger inside of her, looking for the spot that makes her squirm, and brush my teeth over her sensitive clit. My little bunny is so responsive for me, writhing around in the dirt. 

“So fucking sweet, bunny, my own little treat.” Her whimpers get higher pitched, and I know she’s close. I’m practically humping the dirt, I’m so hard, but all I can think about is how good my bunny is being and how fucking perfect she’s going to feel wrapped around my cock. 

I work her right up to the edge, and when she’s gripping my hair so hard she’s about to pull it out, she breaks. She comes all over my tongue and finger, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I crawl up over her, my tongue running over my lips, gathering her taste. “What a good bunny,” I whisper, taking in the sight of her blissed-out expression. She wants more, though, I can tell. 

Her eyes roam over my face, her hands tracing over my features. Her lips part, but she can’t seem to find the words. “Tell me what you want, bunny.” My finger circles her sensitive clit; she jolts. 

She shudders but doesn’t speak. “Come on, bunny. I know you’re afraid. I know that you don’t want to admit it. You want my cock? Is that it, bunny? You want me to fuck you here in the dirt?” Her eyebrows pinch together, and fear flashes in her eyes. She knows I’m dangerous; she knows I am unpredictable.

“You wanna be my dirty bunny?” I ask her, nipping at the soft skin of her neck. “You’re my dumb fucking bunny, you know that? You’re gonna let me fuck you into the dirt, and you’re gonna love every second of it, isn’t that right?”

“Oh my god,” she moans, hips bucking against my fingers. “Please.”

“I need to hear you say it, bunny.” I bite her shoulder hard enough to draw blood, and she gasps. “Tell me that you’re my dumb little bunny. Tell me what you want me to do.”

I see the way she hesitates, the way her mind runs through all the reasons she should fight me, but then I see the shift. I see the moment lust takes over, and she succumbs to her primal desires.

“I’m your dumb little bunny,” she whispers. I slide two fingers into her pussy, scissoring my fingers to stretch her. “And–” she sucks in a breath. “And I want– need you to fuck me.”

“Such a good bunny.” I settle back between her legs and pump my fingers, working her up again. I use my other hand to take off my belt. When my pants are down far enough, I palm my cock, moaning. She watches me with hooded, lust-drunk eyes, and I smirk. My dumb little bunny looks so pretty taking my fingers, but she’ll look even better taking my cock.

I take a long look at her pretty face before I grip her hips and turn her over. Hooking my hands underneath her, I position her with her ass high and her head in the dirt. This is how she was meant to be; she was fucking born for this. 

I line my cock up with her perfect pussy and tease her clit, loving how she jolts each time. My little bunny has never looked better with her skirt shoved up on her waist and her face pressed against the earth.

“What a perfect bunny for me,” I tell her, spanking her ass. I press my cock into her, groaning as she squeezes me. She’s so fucking tight, so perfect, like she was made for me. Made for this. I slide in, loving how she stretches around my dick. Her face screws up the deeper I get, but I don’t give her time to adjust. 

I set a brutal, deep pace, and electricity shoots up my spine. The sounds she’s making, the way her fingers dig into the dirt, are nearly too much for me to handle. The smell of sex and earth floods my nose, and I feel it flood my bloodstream. 

She moans and whimpers with each thrust, pressing back with each thrust, egging me on. My little bunny wants me just as much as I want her. I lean down, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and haul her torso up so she’s kneeling, arching against me. I run my tongue along the spot I’d cut earlier when I’d first spoken to her, tasting the sweet tang of her blood.

My little bunny has tears streaming down her dirt-streaked face. Her eyes are screwed shut as she takes my dick.

“Such a good little bunny,” I groan into her ear. “You were fucking made for this. You were fucking born to be my dumb bunny, to take my cock.” Her cunt flutters around my dick, and my hips stutter.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants like a prayer. I drop a hand to her clit and circle it in a way that makes her throw her head back, and bite the cut on her neck. The combination of sensations throws her over the edge, and she convulses on my cock.

I press her back into the dirt and pound into her, slamming into her over and over again. I come on a moan, both of us collapsing. “Good bunny,” I whisper. “Such a good little bunny.”

She falls asleep, drained from the way I used her body, and I grin at the sight. She should know better than to fall asleep next to a predator like me. I brush the dirt from my pants, tucking my cock away, and pick her up. I carry her back to her grandmother’s house and lay her on the four-poster bed. 

Next, I retrieve poor old grandmother. She’s still asleep. The drug I gave her will wear off soon. I place her on the couch in the front room. I’ll let my bunny find her when she comes to. I return to the bedroom and stare at my beautiful little bunny. 

I don’t clean her up; I don’t even put her dress back. She looks perfect, dirty, and used against the bone-white sheets.

Just the way I like her.

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This Must Be My Dream (BFB!AU Masterlist)

Pairing: bestfriend'sbrother!Bucky x f!reader (any race)

Status: In progress, updating occasionally not on a schedule

Summary: You've been best friends with Becca Barnes since third grade and have been pining over her older Bucky just as long

Warnings: age gap, swearing, alcohol consumption (everyone is of age!), oral (f and m receiving), smut (p in v, shower), praise, pet names [good girl, baby, sweetie, beautiful, pretty girl], little bit of a size kink, low-key angst, so much fluff, occasional angst

A/N: I finally made a masterlist post for this!! Here you will find all of the parts of my best friend's brother!bucky AU :) I will be posting new parts when I feel like it/get requests so please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future parts!! If you have any requests feel free to send them in, I'd love to hear from you <3

title is the 1975's song 'This Must Be My Dream'

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THIS SERIES IS 18+ MINORS DNI WITH ANY PART OF THIS POST

Last updated: May 17 2023

Part 1: Not Givin It Up Again

Part 2: It's Not Living (If It's Not With You)

Part 3: It's You And I, Tonight

Part 4: Love It If We Made It

Part 5: Thinking This Through

Extras:

Headcanon: PDA

Headcanon: Bucky takes care of you on your period

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Bucky Barnes - The Winter Soldier

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hi :) it’s been a while since I’ve been on here consistently and for anyone who has stuck around, I just wanted to say thank you for continuing to read/support my writing 💕 I’m still writing, but it just hasn’t been a lot of fic but I’m hoping to make a return soon :)

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[lunarbuck]

hi :) it’s been a while since I’ve been on here consistently and for anyone who has stuck around, I just wanted to say thank you for continuing to read/support my writing 💕 I’m still writing, but it just hasn’t been a lot of fic but I’m hoping to make a return soon :)

Sending you all so much love and smooches lol

[lunarbuck]

hi :) it’s been a while since I’ve been on here consistently and for anyone who has stuck around, I just wanted to say thank you for continuing to read/support my writing 💕 I’m still writing, but it just hasn’t been a lot of fic but I’m hoping to make a return soon :)

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In Our Element (College!Stucky x f!reader)

pairing: college!stucky x f!reader (any race)

wc: 3.4k

summary: A camping trip with your friends leads to more than you bargained for

warnings: friends to lovers, oral (f and m receiving), smut (p in v, p in a), threesome, polyamory, MMF relationship

a/n: thank you @flordeamatista for hyping this fic up and for daydreaming with me <3 i hope you guys enjoy!!

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You practically moan as you toss your backpack to the ground at the top of the bluff. Bucky laughs, following your lead. The camping trip was Steve’s idea, so of course, he didn’t have any trouble with the hike up the bluff or with the heavy backpack. He practically skipped the whole way here.

He gives you a bright smile as he unclips the tent from the bottom of his pack. “You two gonna help me or am I on my own here?” He asks, spreading out the tarp. Bucky rolls his eyes but helps out his friend.

In an effort to be somewhat helpful, you decide to start gathering wood for the fire. Even though your legs feel noodly and it’s way hotter than you thought it would be, you’re still happy to be here. The three of you will start your 4th and final year of college in just a few weeks; it feels surreal. 

You’ve known Steve and Bucky since freshman year and it’s crazy to think that at the end of this school year, the three of you won’t necessarily be in the same place anymore. Both the boys will probably get shipped out after graduation and you haven’t quite decided what’s next for you. 

It’s not very easy to force yourself to stop thinking about it, but when you haul back your arm full of firewood and see Bucky and Steve bickering about the tent, it all seems to fade away. You dump the wood and dig out a fire pit, trying to remember your firemaking skills from girl scouts.

It takes you a few tries and way more matches than Troupe Leader Nicols would have approved of, but eventually, you have a fire. The boys manage to get the tent up without killing each other, and this place is starting to come together. 

 “Look at you go, angel.” Bucky starts pulling the food out of his pack, laying it out so he can start cooking. Even though you’ve known him for three years, you haven’t quite gotten used to how tall Bucky is. Steve too, honestly. They’re both built like goddamned brick walls and even when Bucky is sitting beside you, he isn’t even eye level.

Now you won’t beat around the bush. Bucky is incredibly easy on the eyes. Especially with the firelight flickering in his deep blue eyes. His brown hair is swept up off his forehead in a carelessly sexy way that makes you want to scream, but you keep it contained. It’s never been like that between the two of you. He’s always kept his conquests out of your friendship, opting to give you bare-bone details about his casual hookups. 

It’s the same with Steve. You watch him as he walks toward the fire, a soft smile on his lips. He’s beautiful, you’ve thought so since the moment you laid eyes on him. He’s always watching out for you, making sure you’re doing okay, checking in. He makes butterflies burst in your heart every time he comes around.

“Thanks for doing this,” Steve says, sitting beside you. Bucky arranges the little tin foil packets on the hot stones, a pleasant smile on his face. “I’m happy the three of us could finally get out here. We’ve been wanting to show you this place for a while.” 

Your heart warms at his words. Steve and Bucky are your best friends, they’ve been there for you through all the ups and down college has thrown at you. You’re not sure you would’ve survived without them. Part of you feels guilty for developing feelings for them, for the fact that you want more when they’ve already given you everything.

“I’m glad you invited me,” you reply, nudging Steve with your shoulder. “This is perfect.” The glow from the fire softens his usual sharp, classically charming features, and you feel yourself melt at the sight of them. Behind him, the sun is setting, painting the sky with bright oranges and pinks, and everything feels so… right. 

Once the food is warmed up, Bucky passes everything out and you all dig in. Conversation flows easily between the three of you, reminiscing and laughing about the past, and before you know it, the stars are shining in the sky. 

“It’s so clear up here,” Bucky mumbles, tilting his chin to stare at the constellations. “Can never see this many stars in the city.” You follow his line of sight and find his eyes tracing the outline of Hercules. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many,” you whisper. “It’s beautiful.” Bucky turns, grinning down at you. Suddenly, it feels like there’s no air. The way he’s looking at you sends shivers down your spine.

“You’re beautiful, angel.” Your lips part on a gasp, mind spinning.

“Bucky.” You can barely hear your voice when you speak. He just smirks and flicks his eyes behind you to where Steve is watching silently. You quickly turn to him, heat flooding your body.

“S’mores?” He asks, not appearing fazed by the moment between you and Bucky. You watch him arrange the s’mores materials and hand out sticks to roast marshmallows as if nothing happened.

“Steve, I–” He just smiles and shakes his head a little as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. You shake it off, taking the stick from Steve and roasting a marshmallow. You stare at the flames, feeling off-kilter from the heated moment with Bucky. You don’t want to hurt Steve, you care so much about him. You couldn’t ever pick between the two of them, your feelings equally strong for both men. You don’t want him to feel like you’ve chosen Bucky over him.

Before your marshmallow has a chance to light on fire, you pull it away from the flames and make your s’more. The chocolate melts in your mouth and you grin; s’mores could probably solve all your problems. 

You feel fingers turning your chin and suddenly you’re back face-to-face with Bucky. “You’ve got a little somethin’ here, angel,” he whispers. His thumb gently rubs against the corner of your mouth as he slowly leans toward you. When he’s just inches away, his lips tip up into his signature smirk, before closing the distance and pressing a kiss to your lips. He’s kissing you softly, but there’s so much passion in it. Bucky’s hand cups your face while his metal fingers rest on your waist, holding you steady. 

You lean into his kiss, head buzzing. You’ve wanted this for years, since the first time you met him, and now it’s happening. But you can’t forget that Steve is beside you, watching. Watching his best friend kiss you right in front of him. That’s what makes you pull away.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” Bucky says, thumb tracing over your lips. 

“Language.” Steve’s scolding tone is also a teasing one, and you turn to find him watching you and Bucky with hooded eyes. He reaches out, placing a hand on your leg. His palm is warm against your skin but you still shiver at that contact.

“Stevie,” you whisper. He nods, shifting closer until he can lean his forehead against yours. 

“You’re beautiful, angel.” When he kisses you, he tastes sweet like the s’more and smells smokey from the fire. His hand rests on your hip opposite from where Bucky’s is, and the feeling of both of them touching you at the same time sends you spinning. Never, in any of the scenarios you’d thought up did they both want you, let alone at the same time. Sure, you’ve fantasized about it, dreamed about it, but you didn’t think it’d ever happen. 

Bucky’s hands find your shoulders, grazing your neck. You feel him lean down and press his lips to the sensitive spot beneath your jaw and you groan into Steve’s kiss. Heat builds between the three of you, a sense of urgency you’ve never felt before.

“You’re perfect,” Bucky says into your skin, sucking gentle marks in places that make you see stars. “Our perfect little angel.” Steve pulls away, placing a gentle kiss on your nose, and you look between the two men, stunned.

“I never thought…” your voice fades as you lose yourself in both of them. 

“Never thought what?” Steve prompts, trailing across your face.

“Never thought that you two would feel this way for me.” Bucky chuckles, still pouring his attention into your neck.

“We’ve never met a girl like you, angel,” Bucky tells you, and you truly believe it. “You’ve been ours since you met us, we’ve just been waiting for you to realize it.” Your heart slams in your chest so hard you swear it’s going to burst right out.

“How do you feel?” Steve asks, holding your face in his big, warm hands. “Is this okay?” You nod quickly, earning you a laugh from both men.

“I feel like I’m floating,” you reply. Four hands move over your body, feeling every inch of you. Two sets of lips kiss you, taste you, and unravel you. Bucky adjusts you so you’re able to lean back against him and Steve moves with you, not letting you go for even a moment. Sandwiched between the two mountain-like men, you’ve never felt safer, never felt better.

When they pull away, both men help you stand. You have to crane your neck to keep eye contact, but it’s worth it to see them both smiling happily at you.

“Angel,” Bucky says, turning your head with two fingers. You love that nickname. You don’t remember where it came from, you used to roll your eyes at it, but you’ve always loved it. Especially when Bucky says it like that. “We can stop if you want to, we don’t want you to feel pressure to do anything you don’t want to. Okay?”

“What if I want it all?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Then we’ll give it to you,” Steve answers. He guides you toward him, hooking his fingers in the hem of your shirt before tugging it off you. You shiver in the night air, but Bucky is quick to warm you up, his lips finding your shoulder. 

Steve works your shorts off next, helping you step out of them. In just your panties and bra, you should feel exposed, but you don’t. Steve and Bucky make you feel beautiful, they make you feel strong. Steve admires you for a moment, bright blue eyes trailing over your body appreciatively. Then, he turns you to face Bucky.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this, angel,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing you. His metal fingers are cold against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. 

Behind you, Steve steps in close, tracing his fingers along your back. The shapes he draws are followed by his lips. It takes you a moment, but you realize he’s drawing the constellations on your back, kissing the stars into your skin. 

Both of the men kneel and Steve unclasps your bra. Bucky instantly wraps his lips around one of your nipples, taking your other breast into his hand. Steve watches from over your shoulder, breathing heavily as he takes in the sight of Bucky worshiping you. His hands trace down your torso, finding the waistband of your panties and dragging them down your legs. You gasp, one hand burying itself in Bucky’s hair, the other reaching back to hold onto Steve.

Steve’s fingers slide up your legs before his right hand reaches the crux of your thighs. His other hand anchors in Bucky’s hair, tugging it lightly. You’re desperate for him; for them, and you know he can feel it. His fingers slide against you, knocking your clit with each pass. “You’re so wet,” he tells you, sliding a finger inside of you. “So wet for us, angel.”

Bucky groans against your nipple before pulling away to watch Steve finger you. “Fuck, Steve,” he grumbles, resing his forehead against your sternum. “I know, language.” Steve chuckles by your ear, adding a second finger. He picks up his pace, hitting a spot inside of you that makes your head go fuzzy. Your knees wobble, and Bucky holds them, not letting you fall.

“Why don’t we take this to the tent, Buck,” Steve suggests. The other man nods, and a second later, he scoops you into his arms. Steve helps the two of you settle the tent after putting out the fire, and once you’re laying down between the two of them, they’re back on you.

Bucky slides down between your legs, tongue running over your pussy like he’s starving, while Steve’s tongue laves your breasts. Bucky works you back to the point Steve had gotten you to, the band in your belly ready to snap. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him to where you want him, and as he works tight circles over your clit, you come apart, shaking in his and Steve’s arms. 

“So perfect, angel, so perfect,” Bucky whispers against your clit. “Gimme another one, come on.” He slides two fingers inside of you, stretching you while he tastes you. You’re sensitive since you just came, but Bucky is quick to soothe any ache you feel. Steve sucks marks across your breasts and neck, ones that you’re so happy to wear, and you come again just thinking about it.

“Please, please,” you moan, gently guiding Bucky’s face away from your pussy. 

“Tell us what you want,” Steve tells you, kissing your cheek. You glance between him and Bucky, who is still resting between your thighs, and feel a renewed heat in your belly.

“I want both of you.” Bucky raises an eyebrow, urging you to continue. “I want both of you at the same time.” Steve and Bucky exchange a glance, and for a moment, you worry you’ve suggested the wrong thing. “Or, or not, I’m sorry I didn’t mean–”

“Angel,” Bucky says, nipping at your inner thigh. “That was the perfect suggestion.”

“Really?” You look at Steve for confirmation, unable to wipe the grin from your face.

“Really,” he replies. “We’ve been wanting that since we both realized we had feelings for you. We talk about it all the time, what we’d do to you, what you’d sound like.” Your mind floods with downright pornographic images of those conversations until Steve and Bucky pull you back to the real world.

“If you’re gonna take us we’re gonna have to get you ready,” Bucky says, shifting onto his knees. He slides his hands over your legs, but his eyes are on Steve. “You just gonna stare, Stevie? Or are you gonna do something?” Steve does his best to maneuver over to Bucky, and when he’s between your legs too, he strips Bucky out of his shirt and works his pants down too. Bucky strips Steve next, and before you know it, they’re both naked. You can’t take your eyes off of them, off of their perfectly sculpted bodies.

Bucky tugs Steve into a bruising kiss, both men melting into each other. They fit perfectly together, feeding off one another in a way you’ve never seen before. It’s beautiful. When they pull apart, they’re both panting. They turn to you next, lust filling their eyes. 

Steve sinks lower and Bucky slides two fingers inside of you. Bucky moans as Steve takes his dick into his mouth. You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can watch. You’ve never had voyeuristic tendencies before, but these men bring out a new side of you. 

Bucky smirks, one hand working you, the other hand cupping Steve’s head. He looks completely in his element. Bucky’s fingers scissor inside of you, stretching you out, but seeing how big he and Steve are, you aren’t sure any amount of preparation will be enough. 

When Bucky decides you’re ready, he moves, pulling Steve off of him. Steve’s face is flushed, but he grins as he positions himself between your legs. He lines himself up with your pussy and notches the head of his dick at your entrance. You press your lips to his, moaning into the kiss as he presses inside of you. He’s stretching you more than Bucky’s fingers, but it feels so incredible.

“Oh my god, angel,” he moans, wrapping his arms around you. ”You’re so tight, squeezing me so good.” Bucky lays down beside you, hand sliding down to where Steve is fucking you. He circles your clit slowly in contrast to the pace Steve is setting. 

“Doesn’t he feel good?” Bucky whispers into your ear, sliding his fingers lower, slipping one inside of you with Steve’s dick. You jolt at the feeling, but Steve kisses you sweetly, nipping at your lower lip. “His cock is perfect, isn’t it, angel? Hitting all the right spots, huh?”

“Shit, yes,” you moan, your head lolling back as Steve fucks you. “It feels so good.” Steve and Bucky seem to be communicating telepathically, because they keep moving in sync. Steve will shift, Bucky will move with him. They play your body like a fiddle, like they know you better than you know yourself. 

Eventually, they manage to get Steve below you with you on top, riding him. He’s even deeper this way, hitting spots inside of you that you didn’t know existed. Bucky sits behind you, sliding his hands all over you, kissing you everywhere. 

“You ready for the next step?” Bucky asks, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. 

“Yes, yes, please,” you whimper. You’ve been on edge for a while, everytime you get close to coming Steve slows down, not letting you finish. Bucky rustles through a bag and you hear a click before you feel one of his fingers, slick and warm, pass over your ass. You shiver at the feeling but keep grinding against Steve. 

Bucky works his finger inside of you, and even just the feeling of his finger in your ass coupled with Steve’s dick makes the band in your belly snap. You come on a groan, leaning back against Bucky’s chest. Once you’re relaxed, he adds a second finger. You feel like you’re going to explode. Bucky keeps working you, keeps stretching you, all the while whispering in your ear.

“So perfect for us, angel, so good. You squeezin’ my fingers so tight, squeezing Stevie so good.” After he feels you’re ready, you feel him pull away. Next, his lubed cock presses against your ass and you stifle a groan. Bucky runs his hands over you soothingly before he presses inside of you.

Steve moans loudly from below you, gripping your hips tightly. “Oh my god, Bucky, she’s so much tighter now.” You whimper as they start to move in tandem, stretching you to your limit. 

“Come on, Stevie, show her how much you want her,” Bucky goads as he tweaks your nipples. Steve bucks below you, fucking into you faster. Your eyes roll back, your head falls onto Bucky’s shoulder, and all you can do is take it. Bucky presses in deeper, fucking you at an agonizing pace. 

“God, angel, you feel so good. You’re perfect, so beautiful.” He whimpers the words, and you can tell he’s getting close. You run your hands along his chest, scraping him lightly with your nails, and he comes on a loud moan. Bucky keeps thrusting into you, making a sensitive Steve whine, but he comes soon after, filling you.

The three of you lay in an exhausted, sexed-out heap, breathing heavily. You’re blissed out between the two of them, loving how even though they’re about to pass out, they’re still caressing you; still holding you. 

“I should go get something to clean us up,” Steve says, moving to sit up, but you grab him and pull him back down, tugging him into your chest. 

“Not yet,” you whisper. Bucky joins your cuddle heap despite the heat coming off everyone’s bodies. “Just stay here with me.”

When setting up the tent, Bucky and Steve had opted to keep the rain fly off since it’s not supposed to rain, so you can see the stars through the mesh top of the tent. After a few moments of sated silence, you speak again. “Is this real?”

“Of course it’s real, angel,” Bucky replies, squeezing one of your hands. “Our feelings for you are real. This is real.”

“Your feelings for us are real, right?” Steve asks, lacing his fingers with your other hand.

“Of course.”

“Then it’s real,” Steve says. “We care about you so much, angel, and we want this to work out. Real.”

Eventually, you let Steve get you cleaned up. The three of you fall asleep in a tangled mess, but you couldn’t be happier. Tonight was perfect, this trip, these men, everything. Absolutely perfect.

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