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lunarbuck · 11 months

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Vampire!bucky x innocent! Reader smutttt

Orrr

Winter solider!bucky x innocent!reader

Ooh winter soldier is always gonna win in my book, especially with an innocent reader 🖤❤️‍🔥

Some NSFW thoughts… (thank you @flordeamatista for the daydreams)

pairing: winter soldier x innocent!female reader (any race)

wc: 540

warnings: innocent/inexperienced reader, fingering, mirror kink, praise, pet name [princess]

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The Soldier knew from the moment he saw you that he wanted you. That soft look in your eyes, the way you shied away from every touch. He didn’t have to ask to know that you were inexperienced, innocent to the wants and needs of a man like him.

He knows exactly what he wants, knows how he’d touch you, feel you taste you. And the day he finally gets his hands on you, you know you’ll never be the same again.

The Soldier makes you tell him what you want, tells you to use your big girl words, tell him just what you want him to do.

“Come on, princess. I see how bad you want me, how needy you’re getting. You need me to show you? Need me to show you just how good I can make you feel?”

He walks you over to your full-length mirror and stands you in front of it. He runs his metal fingers over your skin, making you shiver, and you stare at the trail of goosebumps he leaves.

"Do you not know what you want, princess? Do you need me to show you what you need?" You nod, in a trance-like state, just the way he wants you.

You watch as he tugs your panties down your legs, letting them pool by your feet. He taps the inside of your thighs and you step your feet apart, showing him your pussy.

The Soldier runs his metal fingers down your tummy and teases your clit, his other hand gripping your hip. He looks so much bigger, looming over your shoulder to watch the mirror. He slides his fingers across your clit and circles your entrance but he doesn't press inside.

"You feel how sensitive you are?" He whispers in your ear. "Your legs are shaking already, so responsive for me, princess." You grip his wrists, holding on as best you can, silently begging him for more. Your mind spins, your chest heaves.

"Please, please," you whimper.

"You don't even know what you're begging for," he teases. " You need me to teach you." He slides a finger inside of your pussy, your wetness lubricating the metal. Your eyes flutter shut, but he slaps your inner thigh. "Eyes open, princess. Pay attention."

His thumb teases your clit as he pumps his finger inside of you, knocking the spot that makes your vision blur. He bites on your shoulder, leaving imprints of his teeth, and your legs turn to jelly.

The Soldier slides another finger into your pussy and you squirm at the stretch, but he talks you through it. "You're doing so good for me, princess. Taking my fingers so beautifully." He pumps his fingers faster, stroking your clit in tandem, and you clench around his fingers.

You whimper, unable to form the words to tell him you're close, but he can tell. The Soldier knows you better than you know yourself.

"Come all over my fingers, princess, show me how much you need me." You fall apart at his words, turning into a puddle in his arms. He holds you to himself, and you feel his cock press against your back.

"My turn," he whispers, staring darkly at your used body in the mirror.

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 7 months

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Big Boy

Kinktober 2023 - Day 3

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Petite!Fem!Reader

Kink: Size Kink

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: You meet Bucky in Romania and you show him a good time for the first time in 70 years.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected sex, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, creampie, oral sex (f! receiving) , hickies, size kink, overstimulation, missionary), slight!inexperienced!Bucky, lots of fluff, smitten!Bucky

a/n: Hello everyone! Here is Day 3! I'm working on the days I missed but it might be a while! Hope you enjoy!

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Bucky has been in Romania for almost a year and he liked his crappy apartment, taking odd jobs, but his favorite thing to do was come down to the fruit market outside of his apartment. His favorite stand was the plum and baked goods stand run by you. The most beautiful dame he’s ever seen and he loves talking to you because you listen and treat him normally, not like a freak which everyone else treats him like. They avoid him like the plague and don’t ever talk to him but you? You will stand and talk to him for hours no matter how many people avoid your booth but you couldn’t care less. He was so charming and yet with a shyness that you found it so adorable. You would talk his ear off which he found adorable and he did want to ask you out, he was terrified if his past caught up to him then you would get hurt in the crossfire.

But then, you asked him out for a cup of coffee. He said yes. Then one date turned into two and now it was after your fourth date that he found himself in your small house outside of the city. It was small but neat, wall to wall bookshelves, somewhat modern kitchen with a cozy reading nook in the bay window and it was perfect. It smelled like you making him calm as your scent surrounds him. You walked over with two cups of tea and handed him one as you sat down beside him.

“I know it’s not much but it’s home.” You said as you sip your tea. He smiled and shook his head, “It’s beautiful, doll. It represents you.” He said as he sipped his tea then set the cup down.

You set your mug down and turned to face him, “I have a confession.”

He suddenly became a little nervous but swallowed silently. “What’s going on?”

You took a deep breath and bit your lip before speaking, “I know this is only our fourth date and I don’t want to rush or anything but… I really want you, tonight.” You whispered as you peered up at his curious blue eyes.

“O-oh, doll. I-I would love to, it’s just it’s been a while and I’m not sure how well I would… um… perform.” He said hesitantly and you nodded as you listened.

“I totally understand that and we don’t have to do anything tonight. I just wanted to bring up the subject.” You whispered sheepishly but his super hearing caught it and he sighed but gave you a warm smile.

“How about we start and you just show me what you like?” He offered with a genuine smile which made your heart warm.

You nodded and bit your lip, “I would like that.” You smiled and you slowly leaned over to cup his cheek with one hand and your lips ghosted over his.

You leaned up to press a soft and loving kiss to his lips. Bucky’s cheeks warmed as you went slow with him and his large hands grasped your waist gently and helped you straddle his lap as you two continued to kiss passionately and slowly. He smiled against your lips and he pulled back to kiss down your jaw and neck slowly remembering the few times he was with a girl and how they liked their neck kissed. You gasped softly as you felt his teeth gently graze against your skin, your hands moved up to his hair combing through it gently feeling the soft locks through your fingers. He had washed his hair for tonight because you two were going to a fancy restaurant so he decided to get cleaned up for you which he’s thankful he did.

You pulled his head back up to kiss his lips passionately as you moved your hands down to start unbuttoning his shirt slowly, once undone you ran your hands up his chest softly. He froze under your touch as you got close to his metal arm and you felt him tense and you pulled away to look up at him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked cupping his face gently.

“I… um… lost my arm in the war and it’s really messed up.” He said self-consciously as he laid his head back on the couch.

You sighed and pulled his face down to look you in your eyes. “I don’t care about scars or missing limbs or anything like that. You are the sweetest man I’ve ever met and no matter what you look like, it doesn’t matter to me. I like you for you.” You whispered to him and he smiled softly as his chest warmed with your words and he leaned down and kissed you passionately. You smiled against his lips and pulled him closer and your hands moved back under his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders and you pulled away to look at his bare chest. “You’re so handsome.” You whispered as you caressed his chest and up to his shoulders. You leaned up to kiss his lips deeply and he smiled against your lips and his large hands squeezed your hips softly as he held you close to him.

He looked down at your small body on his lap, he loved how small you were compared to him. It turned him on like he’s never been before, not before the war, not ever. He felt an overwhelming attraction to you, you were his diamond in the rough and he just wished that this wouldn’t be ruined, but he didn’t want to think of that, he just wanted to enjoy the moment with you. To feel your small body pressed against him having him get the skin to skin contact he craves.

He unzipped your dress and let it pool around your hips revealing your dark blue lace bra and a peak at your matching panties making Bucky groan softly and he leaned down and pressed kisses to the tops of your breasts as his hands squeezed the meat of your thighs. “You’re so beautiful, doll. So soft and small.” He whispered against your breasts as his strong hands moved down to help you shimmy out of your dress. You reached behind you to unhook your bra and threw it somewhere in the room making Bucky groan at your newly revealed skin. “You’re going to kill me, doll.”

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him passionately, your breasts pressed against his bare chest. “Take me to bed, Jamie.” You whispered against his lips making him smirk and scoop you up without any effort. You squealed softly as you wrapped yourself around his chest and he carried you to your bedroom down the hall before gently placing you on the bed. He pulled away and finished taking off his shirt then unbuckled his jeans and undoing them as you slid back against the pillows and let your knees fall open for him.

He growled softly before he quickly kicked off his jeans before climbing onto the bed and laid in between your legs pulling them over his shoulders as his lips pressed soft kisses to your inner thighs making you gasp softly at the sensitivity. “You’re so soft and pretty, sweets. Can’t believe I have you to myself.” He mumbled against your skin, making you smile wider.

“Sweet talker.” You smiled as you threaded your fingers through his hair tugging him closer to where you wanted him.

His hands reached up to yank your panties down and off your body, revealing your soaked folds to him making him groan low in his throat and he pulled you closer by your thighs. His lips engulfed your clit sucking softly making your hips jolt up and his tongue moved down to lick through your folds. You cried out softly arching your back against his face as his tongue slid through your folds and up to your clit. The coil in your belly started to tighten as his lips sucked on your sensitive bud making your hips buck up and you pulled his face closer to your cunt by his hair. He doubled his efforts as he felt your cunt pulse against his tongue making your moans grow louder and you arched against him. The coil tightened as you were pushed over the edge cumming hard on his face making him groan as your taste flooded his senses. He helped you through your orgasm as your thighs shook around his head and he pulled away with your juices on his face and a smirk crossing his lips.

“You taste so sweet, doll.” He purred as he climbed up your body to connect his lips with yours as his hands pulled your legs up around his waist. You helped him shuffle off his boxers as you two made out and he held you close to him. His large body covering you and pressing you against the mattress which helped ground you as you felt his thick cock press against your weeping hole.

“You feel huge, baby.” You whispered as you pulled away from his lips to lock eyes with his blue ones.

“It might be a tight fit.” He chuckled, making you smile and kiss him deeply and you reached down to help him line his cock up to your hole. He slowly started sliding the thick mushroom tip of his cock into you making you moan and your eyes water at the burn. “Deep breaths, baby doll.” He whispered as he wrapped his arms around your waist and gently pressed you against his chest. He slowly continued to slide into your tight cunt groaning at your walls squeezing him tightly and he leaned down to kiss you deeper.

“A-ah, so big. H-hurts.” You whimpered quietly and he reached down to rub your clit softly helping turn your pain into pleasure.

“I’m right here. I got you.” He whispered against your lips as he rested his forehead against yours. He finally slid all the way home making him groan and moan at your walls clenching and pulsing around his cock. You moaned his name and whimpered softly at the underlying pain but your pleasure overtook the pain and eventually the pain went away and you pleaded with him to start moving.

Bucky linked your fingers through his and pinned them above your head and slowly started thrusting in and out of you. You moaned his name as you arched your back and squeezed his hands. He groaned as your walls sucked him in as he pulled out then thrusted back in. Your eyes locked and he pressed a warm kiss to your lips making you purr softly. He pulled back to look down at your lower belly as he thrusted in and out of you, you had a slight bulge to your belly as Bucky slid into you and out making you whimper at the stimulation to your g-spot.

He slowly took you apart piece by piece making you moan and whimper and cum over and over again on his cock. He loved to hold you close as he made you cum and feel every twitch and shake of your body. He finally couldn’t hold his orgasm back and came deep inside of your overstimulated cunt and made sure that you took all of his cum and he held you close as you crashed from your highs together. He helped you to the bathroom to clean you two up then you two laid on the bed together. You laying on his chest as his large hands traced shapes on your bare back making you smile and snuggle closer to him, happy to stay with him forever no matter what tries to pull you two apart.

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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NSFW Masterlist Part 2

Part 2 of my NSFW Master list.

DC COMICS

Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader - Night on the Rooftops

Bruce Wayne Being a Sloppy Eater

Harley Quinn x Male!Reader - Fun Times All Around

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Game On

Dark!Conner Kent x Fem!Reader - Darkness Come to Light

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Jason's Hardest Task

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Fulfilling Desires

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Just One More

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Not Just a Friend

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Ride Around Town

MCU

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader - Endurance Test

M'Baku x Fem!Reader - Used to This Feeling

Venom x Fem!Reader - Symbiotic Relations

Steven Grant with a Praising and Overstimulating You

Hydra!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader - To Have and to Take

Moon Boys Reaction to Ball Sucking

Moon Boys + Where They Like to Do It

Aftercare with Moon Boys

MCU Men Punishing You

Hydra Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader - Making You His

Moon Boys + Thigh Riding

Moon Boys Pining You

Moon Boys Reacting to Getting a Blowjob

Dominant Jake Lockley

Pietro Maximoff x Fem!Reader - Forever and a Day

Hooking Up with Steven Grant and Marc Spector

Marc Spector x Fem!Reader - Minor Cooking Accident

General NSFW Headcanons with Steven Grant and Marc Spector

Pietro Maximoff with a Praise Kink

Long Distance Relationship with Pietro Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff + Grinding

NSFW Alphabet with Xu Wenwu

Rough Sex with Xu Wenwu

TWISTED WONDERLAND

Idia Shroud x Fem!Reader - Different Kind of Heat

Vil Schoenheit x Fem!Reader - Not So Perfect Anymore

Overstimulation with Cater Diamond

Leona Kingscholar x Fem!Reader - Kingmaker

Corruption Kink with Idia Shroud

Trey Clover x Fem!Reader - Tears for Pleasure

Azul Ashengrotto x Reader - Under the Bubbles

Rook Hunt x Fem!Reader - Hunting Prey

Divus Crewel x Fem!Reader - Call Me Cruel

Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader - My Fangs for You

Leona Kingscholar x Fem!Reader - A Welcome Awakening

Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader - Dragon Love

CRITICAL ROLE

Percy de Rolo x Fem!Reader - The Gunslinger and His Beauty

Fjord Stone x Male!Reader NSFW Headcanons

Essek x Male!Reader NSFW Headcanons

Percy de Rolo x Vax'ildan + Grinding

Percy e Rolo x Fem!Reader - Nice and Warm

NSFW Headcanons with Percy de Rolo

GENSHIN IMPACT

Jealous Dottore Breeds You

Genshin Men After You Use the Safeword

Genshin Men Fucking You When Someone Comes In

Kink Discovery with Al Haitham

Size Kink with Dainslief, Enjou and Pantalone

Genshin Men + Scenting

Thigh Riding with Al Haitham

Thigh Kissing with Cyno

Thigh Riding with Kaeya and Dottore

Dottore with a Corruption Kink

CEO!Childe x Secretary!Fem!Reader

General Kinks with Dottore, Pantalone and Pierro

Zhongli, Gorou and Tighnari Having Their Rut Triggered

Dottore, Childe and Pantalone with a Fox!Reader

Fem!Dottore with a Fem!Reader who has Small Chest

Zhongli and Childe With a Quiet S/O

Genshin Men with a Fem!Reader who has Big Chest

Cockwaming Itto

Genshin Men Being Feral

Edging Al Haitham

Zhongli and Itto Giving You a Mating Mark

Genshin Men with an S/O who has Small Chest

Genshin Men Fucking You in Public

Itto, Zhongli, Gorou and Tighnari with a Primal Kink

Gorou Being a Mean Dom

Genshin Men Reacting to You Wanting to Go for Another Round

Half-Adeptai Zhongli

Genshin Men When You're Inexperienced

Cockwaming Zhongli

Zhongli with a Breeding Kink

Orgasm Control with Genshin Men

Itto, Gorou and Zhongli in Rut

Genshin Impact Men + Awkward Boners

First Time Blowjob with Genshin Men

Genshin Men Having A Quickie With You

Thoma Being a Service Top

Genshin Men Using Toys on You

Dottore x Fem!Reader - Please Doctor

Genshin Men + Thigh Riding

Genshin Men + Breeding Kink

Genshin Men Stamina Headcanons

Genshin Men Being Desperate To Have You

Genshin Men + Praise

Genshin Men Reacting to You Wanting Them to Finish Inside of You

Genshin Men + Grinding Headcanons

Zhongli x Fem!Reader - Sharing the Warmth

Genshin Men + First Time With You

Driving Zhongli Crazy Until He Snaps

Dominat Arlecchino Headcanons

#masterlist #dc comics x reader #mcu x reader #twst x reader #critical role x reader #genshin impact x reader

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sarahowritesostucky · 3 months

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📖Make it Stick: Pt. 1 The Dragon

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Mature

Pairing: Bucky x ofc x Steve

Word Count: 1103

Tags: dark!fic, mob/mafia au, mob!Bucky, mob!Steve, dubcon/noncon, sexual coercion, half-sibling incest, m/f/m, non-con drug use, mentions of torture (non graphic), double penetration, forced tattooing, forced orgasms, enemies to lovers

Summary: When his babygirl—his sweet pea, little one, puppy ... half-sister—is recaptured after her latest attempt at running away, Bucky makes a power play in front of the entire Bratva to remind her exactly who she belongs to.

Dark and smutty content below the break. Consume responsibly.

“Да. Good. Make sure she stays that way. Now, tell me everything.” Bucky listens to his henchman’s answer, pissed in general but only getting truly angry when he hears one specific detail. “She was with who?! Ублюдок!!” He takes the phone away from his face for a second as he curses in three different languages. Fucking Gleb. He fucking knew it. He’s going to cut his fucking dick off! When he brings the phone back up to his face, all he utters is a deathly quiet, “We’re in the Dragon’s Den. Get them here. Both of them.” He ends the call.

The gun at Bucky’s back has stopped buzzing. Funny, how it’s the sudden lack of pain that makes goosebumps rise to his skin. “Boss?” Natasha asks.

Bucky’s eyes flick over to Steve, who’s sitting next to the Karpovs on the couch. One moment of intense eye contact between the two of them, and Steve’s face goes wan in recognition. Tight-lipped, Bucky gives an almost imperceptible nod of confirmation. Steve squares his shoulders and pushes up to standing to go over to the bar. The guy has an almost preternatural ability to predict Bucky’s wants and needs, which is one reason why he’s risen through the ranks so fast (well, it's one, leastways). He artfully flips a lowball, knowing what this situation calls for without having to be told; ice and two fingers of the Russo-Baltique that’s so expensive, Bucky once stabbed a guy’s hand into a table for drinking it without permission.

Steve delivers the glass and retreats to stand sentinel along the wall. Bucky sips, sets it down, growls and grabs it up again. He rolls the liquor in his mouth as he fumes, a dark plan starting to form in his head. It comes together quickly, because it’s not like he hasn’t spent plenty of time fantasizing about it before now. What he’d do when he finally got her back.

His little one is tenacious and likes to make trouble. She has a penchant for running away, but she’s never lasted this long before. It’s been over ten months—long enough to put the fear of God in Bucky that he could actually lose her for good, if he isn’t more careful. So, he has to be careful, has to make a statement, send a message. He has to make it stick.

Luckily, when it comes to “sending messages,” Bucky Barnes can be very creative. Like tattooing, torture is an oft underappreciated artform. “Dimi,” he barks. “I’m expecting some special guests tonight. Go and sort things out downstairs. I want the place packed by ten—Make sure it’s with the right people.”

“Boss?” Lev pipes up, confused. He’s Karpov’s kid brother: new, inexperienced but eager, still “earning his scales,�� as the boys like to say.

Dimitri jerks his head for his brother to follow him. “Boss wants a demonstration. C’mon.” He’s already got his phone out as they leave the room to get things arranged. Bucky’s “demonstrations” usually require plastic sheeting and a crowd of people who are either Hydra themselves, or else educated enough to know to keep their mouths shut about Bratva business.

“Where’d they find her?” Steve asks.

Bucky scoffs, still fuming. “Floating off the coast of Belize. On my own fucking yacht. Can you even believe that?”

“Sounds like her.”

“Lena?” Nat hums. “Who’d you send?”

“Maximoff and Belova have her.” Bucky grits his teeth at the sting as Natasha uses a wet cloth to wipe off the excess blood and ink. He can feel her scrutinizing her work. “You can keep going,” he tells her, but she ‘tsks’ in that way that only a Russian tongue can really do.

“We’ll come back to it. Skin behaves differently when you’re not relaxed.”

“I’m am relaxed!” He hears how ridiculous he sounds and heaves a long sigh, trying to let his shoulders untense to at least somewhere below the level of his ears. “I’m relaxed.”

“Keep saying it and it might come true.” Nat rolls away on her stool, peeling off her gloves with finality. “Your blood pressure and vodka’ll push the ink out faster than I can stick it. Just come over to the Red Room once it’s done scabbing and we’ll finish it then.”

She’s already packing up her stuff when Bucky gets the idea. “Wait.” He narrows his eyes at the rolling toolkit that Nat keeps in the club’s upstairs lounge just for him and his men. “Do me a favor,” he says slowly, the idea taking shape in his mind. “Run down to the shop and print out a transfer for me. Cyrillic. A small font. Something pretty but … bold. Easy to read.”

Natasha tenses. “What do you want it to say?”

“собственность дракона.”

“No,” she says, and when Bucky looks over, she’s standing ramrod straight.

“Clearly, you disapprove.”

“I’m not inking it.”

“I’m not asking you to,” he snaps, low on patience tonight, even for Natasha. “Print it out on a goddamn transfer sheet and bring it to me.”

She’s doing that dead faced thing she does—where she goes still like a doll to avoid making some expression she doesn’t want you to see. Right now, Bucky suspects it might be sheer disdain. “Size?” she asks. “Shaping?”

“One line straight up the forearm. Delicate lettering, but clear as a fucking bell to read.”

“That still doesn’t tell me what spacing—”

“You know how big she is, you figure out the fucking spacing!” he yells. “Or what the fuck am I even paying you for?!”

Natasha goes eerily still, then abruptly pivots to leave, the severe line of her hair whipping around with the motion. She’s unhappy with him.

“Red ink!” Bucky calls out, the door slamming shut after her a millisecond later. He grinds his teeth together and stands up from the chair he’s been perched in for the past three hours, carrying his drink over to the mirrors so that he can get a better look at his back.

Scales, teeth, claws. Crouched and curling across his shoulders, tendrils creeping up onto his neck, marking him as what he is: Дракон.

The Dragon.

“Will you help me?” he asks Steve, quiet now that it’s just the two of them.

“Depends on what you want me to do.”

“It depends”—No other man in the Bratva could give such an answer and expect to remain in one piece. But Steve’s gaze is steadfast when Bucky meets it and tells him, “She’s gotten away with too much for too long. It’s time to shorten the leash.”

In the mirror, Steve’s eyes darken. He nods.

Take me to part 2!

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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Amen

Pairing || Beefy!CatholicPriest!Bucky x Inexperienced!Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader

Summary || Your parents invite Father James to your home for dinner. Throughout his stay, he just can’t seem to keep his hands to himself…

Word Count || 3817

Contents & Warnings || Smut, Dark/Taboo Themes — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, non-con, religious themes, blasphemy of religion, sacrilegious acts, biblical references, sexual content involving a catholic priest, strict/religious parents, explicit content/language, age-gap (reader is early 20’s, Bucky is early/mid 30’s), sexual thoughts and acts, pet names (baby, sweet thing) Father kink, size kink, corruption kink, authority kink, semi-public, inappropriate/forceful touches, hand over mouth, vaginal touches, fingering, teasing, begging, degrading/shaming, praising, orgasm denial, orgasm, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note || We’re only starting to scratch the surface for what this man is gonna do to you ;P

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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A tradition you and your parents had kept for years was to invite the priest of your small town over for dinner once a week. Even though Father Jacob, who had been a highly respected priest in the community for years, had retired, your parents still wanted to keep the tradition going with the new priest, Father James, who happily accepted the invitation.

On the day of the dinner, you and your mother worked hard from early morning to prepare for the three-course meal you'd have tonight with your special guest. Once the house was clean, and all the food had been prepared, you had 30 minutes to get ready for your guest. You took a shower to freshen yourself up from the day's work, feeling relaxed and content once you were done.

Clad in your cotton white panties and matching bra, you walked to the closet to find something to wear. Scanning through the dresses, you wanted to find a perfect one that showed off some skin but was still respectable. You wanted to look pretty for Father James but also keep your daddy happy by looking presentable.

As you looked through the dresses, you started to slip into one of your daydreams again…

You'd developed such a hard crush on your priest—sinning and dreaming of him every night, wishing to run away with him and live happily ever after, just the two of you. To have him teach you about life and explore with him every desire that had taken over your mind the last couple of days.

There was a knock on your bedroom door, pulling you out of your fantasy world.

“Honey, are you in there?”

“Yes, mother.”

“Do you need any help with getting ready?”

“No, mother, but thank you.”

You shook your head to get your mind back on track—find the perfect dress to wear.

Ah, this would be perfect to wear.

It was a beautiful white dress with lovely red flowers scattered on the thin material. It stopped mid-thigh. The shoulder straps were thin, exposing your shoulders and clavicles, while the shoulder puffs lay comfortable and beautifully down your upper arms. The dress gave away just the right amount while still keeping it classy and honourable.

You didn't go too heavy with the makeup—approximately the same amount as you did for Sunday church when you first met Father James.

Once you were done, you checked the clock on your nightstand; the time read 5.54 PM. Father James would be here any minute now. With one last look in the full-length mirror, you gave yourself a nod of approval of all the elements combined, making you look cute and presentable.

As you went down the stairs, the doorbell rang, chiming throughout the house that there was a guest at the door—Father James.

“Honey, will you get that?” Your mom called for you.

“Yes, mother!”

A tingling sensation overcame you that you would soon, in just a matter of seconds, be in his powerful presence once again. You'd craved to be in his proximity every waking moment since the last time you saw him in the confessional.

You walked to the front door, slight wobbly in your legs, and took a deep breath in and out to compose yourself. A sweet and welcoming smile was plastered on your face as you opened the door.

When you opened it, it was like a bright light of beauty, sex and grace hit you hard, your eyes becoming bewitched by him. There he stood, looking gorgeous as always with that luxurious hair and that beautiful face. That signature smirk of his had you feeling weak in the knees. An inaudible moan escaped as you exhaled. His broad and massive frame towered over you, and all you could think about was climbing him like a tree.

“Hello,” he said with a light chuckle. He must have noticed your slight absent state.

You shook your head mentally to try and pull yourself out of the trance.

“Oh, h-hello, Father. Welcome, and come on in.”

“Thank you.”

He did a slight bow and entered. You moved aside so that he could get through the door, and you closed it after. When you turned around, he was right behind you with a sinister smile on his face.

“Oh, wow, you look mighty gorgeous today, young lady, very pretty.”

Your eyes peered up at him—so sweet and innocent as you slightly tilted your head to the side. The back of his finger lightly traced your cheek while his tongue poked out to lick his lips. His beautiful blue eyes displayed the same dark cloud of evil and wickedness in them as the last time you saw them.

That simple touch almost had you faint. You wondered what would happen when he had his full touch on you, forcing his hand on your body.

It felt like an eternity as you stood there in the foyer, fantasising about standing on your tippy-toes, snaking your hand in his soft hair and pulling him down for a kiss while he held your waist in a tight grip and pulled you flush against his big frame, but it had only been a few seconds of your time.

“Hello, Father, welcome to our home.”

It was your dad.

Father James quickly retracted his hand from you and put on a respectable smile before he turned around to greet your dad.

“Greetings. Thank you for having me,” they shook hands, “I was just complimenting the outside of your house to your daughter. It's lovely.”

Was that what we were doing?

Your dad put on one of those fake, over-the-top laughs, clearly wanting to make an impression on Father James. It was rather annoying.

“Why, thank you, Father. Please,” he gestured into the living room, “we can take a seat in here.”

Your mother stood by the coffee table like a good and honourable housewife. On the table were some lovely appetisers to munch on and some refreshing lemonade to drink while waiting on the main course to be finished in the oven. You found your seat on the sofa. Father James sat on the other end of it, farthest away from you. You wanted to scooch closer so you could sit thigh by thigh.

Your parents sat on different armchairs on the opposite side of the small table.

“You have a lovely home, ma’am.” Father James complimented.

“Oh, please, Father, call me by my first name.”

You all engaged in conversation while waiting. It was mostly your dad talking—asking and quizzing Father James on where he lived previously, what his interests were and how he was settling into our small community. He also spoke about his own interests and hobbies and how it was to work at the police station. You and your mom chimed in every once in a while.

After a few minutes of talking, the oven sounded that the main course was ready to be served.

Everyone takes their seat at the table, your mom and dad on one side, while you are seated next to Father James on the other. The food looked and smelled delicious—making your mouth water. You were so hungry, but it wasn't allowed to eat before a prayer had been said.

“Father James, would you please bless our food?” Your dad asked.

“Of course.”

Father James presented his hand to you so you could hold it. Your heart was thumping against your chest as your hand came in contact with his—sparks and tingling feelings lined your nerves as you touched skin. Your small hand fit so perfectly in his bigger one. You wanted to stay in his grasp forever.

When everyone had found each other's hand, you all closed your eyes in preparation for the prayer.

“Thank You, Lord God, for this food we are about to eat. Thank You for the hands that have prepared it, for those sitting around the table who are here to share it….”

While Father James was praying, he suddenly released your hand from his. You furrow your eyebrows, wondering why he let go when the praying wasn't over yet. Suddenly, you feel a hand, his colossal hand, taking a grasp on your naked upper thigh. You jolt slightly from the chair at the unexpected surprise, an inaudible gasp emitting from you. Father James never fumbles over his words while all of this is happening under the table, your parents utterly oblivious to what's unfolding.

Any other person would most likely get up in disgust at such an inappropriate touch, but you craved and needed his forceful hands on you. You had wanted more of his delicious touch since that interaction while taking Holy Communion at Sunday’s mass.

He inches higher up, your skin feeling electrified, where he goes over with his palm, and when his thumb swipes the edge of your panties, you quickly shut your legs on his hand and grab the edge of the table with your free hand.

No, he couldn't?

He couldn't be touching you like that.

Not while your parents were right here. That would be taking it too far.

But it didn't seem like he cared where you were because he pried your legs open with his hand and gave you a light tap on the inside of your thigh as a warning not to do that again.

You obliged, not wanting to make a scene in front of your parents.

You bite your bottom lip hard, drawing blood, and shut your eyes even harder when the pad of his thumb finds your pleasure pearl through your now-soaked panties. He circles it in small teasing circles, building momentum with each stroke. You want to touch your body all over while his hand focuses on your most sensitive area. You want to moan and cry in pleasure as he touches you so heavenly, but you have to be dead silent, dead still.

All while this is happening, he never stops praying, almost seeming unbothered by the sinful acts he's performing on you underneath the table—like this is something he does daily.

Your toes curl in your shoes as he pleases you—circling your tingling nub in the most perfect and satisfying way. You’re so close—chasing that incredible euphoria that feels like heaven.

Please don't stop. Please don't stop. Please don't stop. Keep going, Father.

You beg of him in your mind, hoping that he’ll somehow be able to hear you.

“... we sit here as evidence of Your goodness. Thank You for the gift of today and all who are here to share it with us. In the name of Your Son, Jesus, we pray. Amen.”

“... Amen,” it sounds across from you.

His hand retracts from between your legs, and his sinful touches come to a halt. Your pleasure stopped and denied, and you whine out at the loss of him. You didn't want it to end and without thinking, forgetting where you were for a split second, you cross your legs and start humping to try and find your sweet release.

“Honey!” Your mother calls for you.

With a gasp, you stop and open your eyes to find your parents staring at you with questioning faces. Father James hides a smirk on his face, but you see that slight wickedness in his expression—that he’d managed to make you so flustered with pleasure. Your face was horrified that they noticed what you were doing.

“W-wh-what?”

“You didn't say Amen.”

Oh, thank the heavens!

They luckily hadn't any suspicion.

“I-I'm so sorry. I was just really into the prayer Father James held.” You hated lying, but it was what was needed in this situation.

“Thank you, Lord, Amen.”

“It's ok, sweetheart. It's good that you felt the Lord’s presence.” Your dad said.

More like the Devil.

“Alright, let's eat,” your mom announced.

Throughout the whole dinner, you mostly stayed silent, only speaking when you were spoken to. Your head was slightly bowed in shame and somewhat angry as you ate. Your mouth mostly remained in a thin line.

You felt so resentful towards Father James for leaving you so unsatisfied. He controlled the prayer. He could have kept it going for a few more seconds so you could find your sweet release, but he had chosen cruelty towards you.

“This was a delicious dinner. Thank you so much for inviting me to your lovely home and company.”

“Ah, well, we have the girls to thank for such a blessed meal. They've been at it since this morning,” your dad said proudly.

“Well, thank you, ladies,” he looked at you both, “this was excellent.”

“Thank you, Father James.” Your mom felt so honoured by the compliment.

All you did was smile at him.

“Well, should we proceed to the living room again for dessert? I'll get it fixed right up. Honey, why don't you sit with Father James? Keep him company?”

“O-ok.”

“I’ll go and see if I can find that collection I mentioned earlier to you, Father.”

Your mom went to the kitchen to prepare the dessert. Your dad went to your messy garage to try and find whatever it was he needed. While you were tasked to keep Father James company for the time being.

You went to the living room and sat on the sofa. Father James finding his place beside you. Due to the weight of him, the cushion dipped, pulling you slightly down with it. Your naked thigh came in contact with his clothed one, and your shoulders bumped. You were wide-eyed, not sure how to react? If you should politely move away or keep your ground? You decided to listen to your body, screaming at you to stay instead of your conscious.

You were so nervous—practically shaking at having him sit so close. What were you going to talk about? What were you going to say? Luckily Father James was quick to strike up a conversation, facing you.

“So, tell me, young lady, what do you like to do around here?”

You were raised to always look at the person you were talking to, but with Father James, it was impossible to look for too long—with his captivating good looks and enchanting eyes. Every once in a while, you looked down at your twiddling hands to not fall into his devil trance.

“O-o-oh, w-well, I, um… There's not much to do in this small town. Most of my friends have gone off to college, a-and the few that remain, we usually just hang out whenever we can.”

“Why haven't you gone off to college?”

“Um… I-I'm not really sure what I want to do yet, so I'm just living at home and helping my mother around the house whenever I can.”

“And… you and your friends… what do you like to do?”

“We hang out at each other's houses, watching movies or reading books, a-and sometimes just talking about life and God.”

“And uh…” Father James turned his head towards the kitchen to see if your mom was still turned with her back to the living room. She was. Father James then placed his colossal hand on your upper thigh like he'd done previous—digging his nails delicately into your soft skin. You gasped at his touch, closing your eyes as his thumb caressed the flesh of your inner thigh.

“... and… is there someone you like in town? A boy, maybe?” His voice dropped an octave as he whispered in your ear. His lips skim the shell of them. The sound of his low and raspy voice has tingling shivers trickle down your spine.

“N-no… I-I mean y-yes.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you fumbled with your words as he inched his way higher up your skin, just like at the dinner table.

“I-I'm interested in so-someone, b-but it's no one m-my age. I-it’s someone much older.”

“Is this the same one you told me about in the confession? The same one you think about when you play with your sweet little pussy at night?”

“Y-yes.”

“Who is it? Is it me, sweet girl?”

“P-please, Father, I-I can't say.”

“Oh, it's me; I know it is. You're such a little whore for fantasising about a man of God in that way.”

He cups you over your soaked panties, his palm putting pressure on your bundle of nerves. You can't help it when a loud whiny moan escapes you.

“Shhh.. sweet thing,” his other palm clasps over your mouth to keep you quiet and to manoeuvre your head so you'd keep looking straight at him—straight into his possessed eyes, “we don't want your parents to hear what a dirty little girl you are, now do we?”

You shook your head no. It would be scandalous if they knew what was happening to their sweet and pure daughter.

Your eyes were pleading for more now that your voice had been taken from you—for him to proceed with his forceful touches on your innocence.

Finally, his hand went into your panties from above. A raspy groan formed in his throat as his fingers came in direct contact with your wetness.

“Fuck… you don't know how long I've wanted to touch you, sweet thing. How much I've wanted to defile this innocent little cunt of yours. This is just the beginning. I have so many plans for you. For us.”

Your heart was thumping in your chest from fear and excitement as his middle finger teased your entrance—toying with you. You grabbed his clothed thigh to brace yourself—digging your nails into the material.

A muffled scream sounded against his palm as he forced his finger into your warm tightness—stretching you out.

“So wet you are for me, dirty girl.”

It was kind of painful to begin with—his fingers were longer and thicker than yours. Your eyes were becoming glossy with tears each time his finger drove into you. His thumb circling your bundle of nerves managed to ease some of the discomfort. Your cries of pain and pleasure were drowned out by his hand on you—making it impossible to ask him to stop or plead for more.

Slowly it became more bearable, more enjoyable, your hole accommodating his digit gradually with each stroke.

His eyes were fixated on you the entire time—watching your innocent, sweet eyes react to his sinful and sacrilegious acts. Every once in a while, he would flicker them to the kitchen to ensure your mom was still preoccupied with the dessert.

“Do you think you can take one more?”

A second finger teased your entrance—wanting to penetrate you, to fill up your innocent hole even more.

You shook your head no. A single tear fell down your cheek. You couldn't. It would be too much, too painful.

But he pushed the tip of it in slowly, and you closed your legs hard around his hand, trapping him while shaking your head once again.

“It's ok, sweet thing. I won't be cruel towards you. Not this time, ok?” He wiped your tear gently. “Open them up for me again, yeah?”

You nodded in acknowledgement and opened them once more for him to continue his devil work.

“We’ll take it slow for now. Work you up to it.”

He continued driving his single digit in and out of your tight wetness and circling your tingling bundle of nerves with his colossal thumb. Your pleasure started building up, and with a sudden curl to his finger, he made you see stars as you’d never done before. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he kept stimulating that delicious spot inside you. You'd fingered yourself multiple times before, but it’d never come as close to this euphoric sensation. Your inexperienced fingers were no match to such expert ones that seemed to know all the ins and outs of a woman.

“There it is, huh?

Your hand went over his that was working on you—not wanting him to stop the devil work he possessed as he made you feel so insatiable good. Your soft mewls of pleasure were muffled by his hand. You started rocking back and forth on the sofa, chasing your orgasm.

“Such a desperate and needy girl you are, huh? Are you gonna come for me, sweet little thing?”

You nodded your head furiously; You were so close. As close as you were at the dinner table, only this time you hoped he would give you what you wanted, what you craved and needed—release.

“Do it. Let go. Let go all over my finger.”

An explosion hit you hard as a delicious out-of-this-world sensation travelled through the nerves lining your whole body—making you convulse on the spot. You felt like passing out at how hard it hit you—your eyes fluttering shut while a few tears rolled down your cheek, your toes curling at the intensity. All while this was happening, while you had this extreme reaction, Father James never stopped his finger using and abusing your hole. Never stopped his delicious stimulation on your precious, tingling pearl.

“Good girl. Such a good girl you are for me.” His praises came through gritted teeth. His tone was deep and sinister, like Satan himself.

He stilled inside your panties when he felt you’d had enough. An animalistic groan sounded from him as he graced your temple with his lips, leaving a delicate kiss on your skin. You whined against his palm when his touches disappeared. Your hole contracting in desperate need for more. You closed your legs to try and stop the aching you were feeling.

When he removed his hand from your mouth, you inhaled and exhaled the pure air. You wanted to say something, but your lips were trembling. Your body was still in shock from the intense orgasm.

“Mmm… speechless now, are we? Was it that good, baby?”

All you could do was nod your head yes. You wanted to thank him, praise him, and give back to him for making you feel like that. But there was no time to recover and show your appreciation because your mom was now coming in with the dessert, and you could hear your dad close the door to the garage.

“I hope you all have some room for dessert?” Your mom asked cheerfully as she walked out of the kitchen.

Father James moved away from you slightly to make things a little less suspicious. You wiped the wetness from your cheeks and fixed your dress. Clearing your throat of any pleasure lace into it and putting on a sweet and innocent smile on your face—making it seem like everything was normal and that Father James definitely hadn’t just defiled you in this religious household.

“Oh, maybe just a small bite,” Father James said while putting the finger that had just been inserted in your tight hole into his mouth, tasting your slick arousal while giving you a wink, “I’m quite full….”

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Cherry (bucky barnes/winter soldier x fem!reader)

Summary: The Soldier takes care of you when your monthly blood appears suddenly. (+18)

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.

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

Your eyes widened as you felt your period stain your panties. As if controlled by switches, the sound of conversations faded. His heart raced terribly in his chest, as his thoughts raced to find an excuse to escape from there. “Sir…um! I…I-I…Can I go to the bathroom?” You asked the head scientist, dismayed by the murmurs around you.

Suddenly awakened from the conversation, the head scientist directed his gaze towards you. His face took on a reddish hue as he crossed his legs.

“We are already finishing. You can wait." He responded as rough as sandpaper. It shouldn't be a surprise to you, the men of HYDRA hardly showed empathy, especially to someone like you.

You looked down at your hands in an attempt to hide the red that took over your face. For that to happen at that moment was embarrassing. Such was your despair, you could have sworn you felt your heart beat in your throat.

“Please…” You begged. “I really need to go to the bathroom.”

The blood began to accumulate even more between her thighs, so her cotton panties would not be able to prevent the worst from happening.

"Hang on." The chief scientist said sharply. He got angry with you to the point of piercing you hard with a thick needle.

“Please…” You begged the blood pooled even more in your legs: you always had a heavy flow. The head scientist was about to shout at you, or slap you, when he saw the blood pooling on your thighs staining not only your hospital gown, but the gurney beneath you.

"Cum! Disgusting." The scientist shouted. “That bitch is staining my office with blood.” He turned away from you as if you were the plague itself.

The other scientists went to him to see what was going on.

"What there was?" asked one of them. You didn't know any of their names; they never told you and never referred to each other by name in front of you.

“This bitch is bleeding.” The chief scientist shouted. “Get her out of here.” He screamed and his subordinates ran to you to remove the tubes and needles that held you in that horrible machine.

You were pulled abruptly from the stretcher, your feet couldn't balance in time and you fell face down on the floor. Someone chuckled in the background at your misery and someone else commented on how much of a bloody pig you looked like.

You used your hands to support yourself and lifted your torso, sitting on your knees. An absurd pain filled your abdomen, cramps, you whimpered with the pain.

“Come on, get up from there. Can't you see you're getting blood all over everything?” The chief scientist shouted in his direction. You were still on your knees and he was standing, the difference in angles made everything even more humiliating. “I should have castrated you as soon as I had the chance.”

Tears formed in her eyes.

"She's crying." Said someone behind you. “I didn’t know these freaks had the ability to cry.”

“I didn't know either. It’s something to be studied.” Another responded.

You didn’t know whether to cry because of the pain, humiliation or the possibility of being “studied” for the simple reason of crying.

“Please, I-I need…” You were about to beg for help when the room was enveloped in silence the moment the metal door opened and the Soldat walked through it.

You could see the scientists tense up at the cold look they gave you. He walked towards you in hard, long strides. You looked down trying to avoid further embarrassment; you hated that he saw you like this. His large hands grabbed your arms and pulled you up tightly, you stood up but still looked down.

The Active dragged you through the gray hallways to the room you shared; It wasn't exactly a room, it was more like a cell made up of two single beds covered in faded sheets, a dresser stocked with towels and underwear and a door that led to the bathroom. The soldier let go of his arm abruptly.

"Thanks." You told him still without looking him in the eyes. He made a sound through his mouth similar to a grunt.

His attention was taken by the discomfort running down his legs. Fighting against angry crying, you entered the bathroom, looking at yourself in full and observed the reason for your discomfort: a huge dark red stain that stretched across your entire thigh.

"I hate that!" You shouted angrily.

You threw your blood stained clothes on the floor and ran straight to the shower to clean yourself up. The cold water made your skin burn, but you didn't care, you were already used to the cold water on your skin. After washing up you wrapped yourself in a towel and marched out of the bathroom.

The Asset was sitting on your bed when you came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. His gaze was low, cold. You cleared your throat to indicate that you were present in the room. She didn't care about that as her gaze remained low.

In a hurry, you went towards the dresser, taking out a pair of panties, a change of clothes and a tampon. You turned towards the bathroom to change in privacy when the Soldier said:

"Blood." His voice came out hoarse and thick, you turned and faced him, he was looking directly at you.

"What?"

“Blood runs through your legs.” a dozen words, it was the first time he had said so much to you.

His attention was taken by the bloody tear that ran down his leg and fell onto the concrete floor. You found yourself enraged by the situation, looking at the man with a look that would intimidate anyone else.

“I know there's blood coming out of me, idiot. Just go away!” You said with a slightly altered voice, heading to the bathroom and closing the door with a thud.

You took another shower to clean off the discomfort that persisted in running down your legs. After the shower, you put on your panties with the intimate hygiene object after the cold white nightgown over your body and left the bathroom.

The man was still sitting in the same place, motionless, with an empty gaze directed at the wall. You expected him to slap you for shouting, as he did many times on orders from his superiors, to educate you correctly.

Most of the time he was cold and distant, only exclaiming sounds with his mouth when you dared to ask him something and the missions always kept him away. And when he was, he always stood still, like a marble statue just staring into space. It was irritating.

You winced as a pang hit your stomach hard, you groaned at the unpleasant pain. Tears formed in your eyes and your hands shook as you walked to your bed to lie down and wait for the pain to pass. You put your head on the pillow and closed your eyes allowing yourself to pray to whatever was in the sky to take away the pain.

"Can I help you with something?" Once again, half a dozen words directed at you for the second time that day. You opened your eyes and fixed your gaze on him.

"I don't think so." You answered sincerely. “The pain will soon go away.”

He made a sound through his mouth that resembled a mumble. You closed your eyes again trying to relax and forget that the pain was consuming your entire body.

"I can see?"

His question echoed through the room and you opened your eyes again.

“W-what?” You stuttered, maybe you were hearing wrong.

The soldier got up from the bed and walked over to you, stopping right above you.

"The blood. I can see?"

“Why do you want to see my blood?” You asked scared, but he just shrugged.

“I see blood often. This one will be new to me. I would like to know what natural blood is like, caused by nature itself.”

His mind seemed to go into circuit with the excess of information. There he was, a cold and cruel killer, right above you, asking to see his monthly blood. Truth be told, you didn't know if you were scared by the request or the fact that he was so talkative.

“I-I…” you paused as you lifted your torso against the headboard. The Asset sat very close to you. “I don’t know, it’s… it’s…w-what…”

You couldn't stop stuttering.

“I can make the pain go away.” He offered.

You looked deep into his eyes trying to find some humor, but all you found was curiosity. The offer to make the pain go away was very tempting. They, the people who always hurt you, never provided you with anything for pain, just more pain. And now, here was HYDRA's deadliest weapon giving him the opportunity to make the pain go away.

“Can you really?”

With a lot of effort the words escaped his mouth, he just nodded in affirmation. You sighed and exclaimed an affirmation at him.

His hand, the real one, pressed on his shoulder until his head was on the pillow. He crawled until he was on top of you, propped up on his elbows.

His face turns red, and you can feel tears forming in your eyes. His body shakes as he tries to process the Soldat on top of you, on top of you. As if he could feel all his insecurity, placing his right hand, the flesh one, on his scarlet face.

“Trust me, vishnya (cherry).”

The Active brought his face closer to his until their noses touched. You felt a great urge to join your lips with his.

“Soldat.”

"Yes!"

"I can kiss you?"

You could swear the shadow of a smile formed when he heard his request. He nodded his head in affirmation. And then you did. You pressed your lips to his: once, twice, three times. Soldat seemed not to be satisfied with a simple touch of lips. He wanted more. He needed more.

In one swift movement the Soldat forced his tongue into her mouth. You welcomed him happily, even though you didn't know how to properly reciprocate. He walked away and You feared he would do something wrong. Before you could ask what you had done wrong he kissed you again, this time with more truth.

The nightgown that covered his body was opened and his large breasts were exposed. He cupped her breast in his hand, and as he kissed her, he handled the satin-soft flesh with his vibraniu hand. The kiss stopped. The Active stared at her face as he played with her breast.

He gave it a gentle squeeze and then lightly ran his metal nail across her nipple, back and forth, and back and forth again, until they were hard and sensitive.

"That is good?" he asked.

“Yes” You replied.

"This is it?" He pinched her nipple, pulling it hard. Twisting it between his icy fingers. You let out a gasp of pleasure.

"It is good."

His nightshirt was removed and discarded on the floor, next to the bed. The Soldat ran his hands, the real one and the metal one, over his warm body. You arched your back at the sensation and moaned his name in adoration. The pain still kicked him in the ass, but the newfound delight made that inconvenience completely insignificant.

The hands ran over her soft skin until they reached the spot covered by the cotton panties. You closed your legs when you felt the touch on your intimate spot. The Soldat let out a groan at the refusal.

“It’s a mess down there.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Just spread your legs and stay still, I’ll do the rest.”

The Man said with such intensity that you simply obeyed. Her panties covered by the pad were discarded and thrown on the floor next to the bed. You tried to close your legs as you felt the blood pooling, but Soldat's body wouldn't allow it. His eyes closed as a long, shuddering breath left you. Shame clouded his thoughts.

"It's beautiful!" His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, his touch on your skin burning to your fragile bones.

His eyes opened to visualize The Asset staring at her pussy intently, as if it were the most precious thing in the world. His name left his lips like an incantation, shy and low, to break him out of his trance.

"What will you do?"

“Don’t worry, vishnya (cherry). I will take good care of you.”

He propelled his own body until he was on top of You again. You fought with all your might not to look away from his.

“My vishnnya (cherry)” he murmured before his mouth grabbed your left nipple. His wet tongue roamed the hard bud. His eyes always look towards his reddened face. It felt like fire was consuming her as she was bathed in pure ecstasy all at once. You moaned shamelessly as your body received his attention.

His lips moved to the valley between her breasts as he kissed lower and lower. His tongue grazed his skin, tasting the sweetness of his skin and marking it, leaving a reddish trail wherever his mouth passed.

He kept moving until he reached between her thighs. His palms roamed his thighs. For a man with such a cruel reputation, he was being kind to You.

His breath hitched when you felt his finger, from his real hand, press your clit. All your consciousness flew away as his finger played with that sensitive button. A loud moan escaped as he continued to work vigorously on her swollen clit.

He held you in place with the strong grip of his metal arm as he stimulated your clit, reducing You to a panting, wet mess.

"Still hurts?"

The question barely reached his ears; pleasure simply clouded everything around him.

“No…” You stammered. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.” The pain was nothing more than an unhappy memory in his messy head filled with ecstasy.

You gasped as your hips bucked forward, towards his finger.

“Please” You begged pathetically, not knowing exactly why you were begging.

A sparkle appeared in his eyes, your heart skipped a beat in your chest as he continued to stimulate you harder and faster this time. His pussy ached as You reached a violent climax.

He moved away, sitting between his legs, taking off his shirt surrounded by pockets and combat utensils, leaving his chest covered in scars visible. You sighed at the privileged view. He lowered his pants down to his thighs exposing his hard member. Big. He was Big.

"Open your legs." He said in a deep timbre that sent shivers through her body.

You obeyed. Feeling so exposed and vulnerable, holding her legs open for him. Fear and uncertainty colored his mind as many thoughts ran through his head, anticipating the actions that awaited him. You always expect pain. However, his heart begged You to trust him. You chose to listen to feeling and leave reason aside.

His body shivered with need when you looked into those blue eyes like the sky. He pressed his lips to yours. His body stiffened beneath him as he felt a finger penetrate him. Tension washed over You as he worked with his fingers. You didn't want to get it dirty.

"Stop, please!"

"I hurt you?" He asked, his eyes shining with concern.

“I don’t want to get you dirty.”

"Don't worry about that." he kissed you to calm all his bad thoughts. You relaxed and allowed yourself to feel the good things he gave you without worrying about anything.

Your body shakes as he continues to work your slick folds. You were so wet that he found no obstacle to adding a second digit. He was so skilled with his fingers that you felt a strange wave run from the tip of your toe to his head.

His legs shook and your wet walls trembled around him as the pace quickened. He stimulated you with such mastery that a series of meaningless babbles escaped your lips. The room filled with the sound of her wet pussy being stimulated and her moans.

With one last stimulus, a sensation of absolute pleasure bathed his body in the purest ecstasy. His mouth covered You to swallow his sound. His tongue passed over his, savoring his taste. You were a post-orgasm mess as he took that swollen, hard man part that needed to be satisfied to your tight, tough pussy, which he bled his way through.

In one quick movement his fingers dug into his back, feeling the way his muscles contracted and relaxed with the movement. You clung to him tightly. His body burned with pleasure, a pleasure you never imagined you would have.

His hands spread his legs even wider and his big, thick cock sank even deeper into You. His grip on your hips seemed to tighten, pushing You against the bed. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he continued to penetrate You.

He pounded into you again, and again, and again, until the climax came to You again, even harder than the last time. He fucked You for what seemed like hours as he began to slow down as he rode for his own release, filling You with his lust, emptying himself with a deep, animalistic moan.

His lips parted panting and his hands gripped the sheets tightly as he felt his hot release fill you. He pulled out of your pussy leaving you empty. His legs shook like jelly as the rest of his release along with the monthly blood left You and fell onto the sheets below.

Soldat rolled out of bed. You closed your eyes as you let yourself appreciate the mix of sensations that surrounded you. With your enhanced ears you could tell that Soldat had gone into the bathroom to clean up the mess on his member. When he came back, he sat on the bed next to her hips.

“It still hurts, vishnnya?"He asked, sincerely.

You opened your eyes and were faced with that sapphire blue immensity. A smile formed on his lips.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #winter soldier x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #winter soldier #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

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🔞𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊/18+ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆! 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 18 𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄!🔞

𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑.

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓.

🌸𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 1🌸:

3rd 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉

ft cop boyfriend steve rogers x girlfriend reader.

dry humping and praising

5th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝑒𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹

ft jock jake wyler x naive reader.

glory hole and corruption/innocence

7th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝓌𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔

ft roommate colin shea x roommate reader.

voyeurism

9th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

ft sheriff lee bodecker x criminal reader.

face-fucking and cum eating

🌷𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 2🌷:

10th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝒶𝓏𝑒𝒹

ft tutor jake jensen x student reader.

cream pie and breeding kink

12th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒

ft step-dad johnny storm x step-daughter reader.

exhibitionism

14th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌

ft neighbour lloyd hansen x neighbour reader.

dubcon

16th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹

ft boyfriend chris evans and his best friend sebastian stan x girlfriend reader.

sharing kink and cuckolding

🍄𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 3🍄:

17th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁

ft camboy ransom drysdale x camgirl reader.

spanking and being recorded

19th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒

ft best friend’s brother curtis everett x inexperienced reader.

somnophilia

21st 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒

ft coach lance tucker x assistant coach reader.

overstimulation and semi-public sex

23rd 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈

ft doctor steve kemp x patient reader.

dacryphilia and knife kink

💗𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 4💗:

24th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎𝒹𝑜𝓁𝓁

ft boss bucky barnes x co-worker reader.

fingerfucking

26th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

ft caregiver frank adler x babysitter reader.

cockwarming

28th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓎

ft lawyer andy barber x naive reader.

daddy kink and thigh riding

30th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒

ft were-bear ari levinson x fairy reader.

monsterfucking, public sex and sex pollen

31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈

ft daddies ari levinson, nomad steve rogers, curtis everett. their best friends bucky barnes and andy barber and reader’s teacher jake jensen x little student reader.

group sex, begging, voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sir kink, semi-public sex, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, sharing kink, cum eating, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, nipple play, spit kink, hair pulling, squirting, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cuckolding, aftercare, being recorded and teasing

this fic is dedicated to @junipermuses without her, it wouldn’t exist💗

31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 2 - 𝓁𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen and his best friend johnny storm x naive reader.

voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, aftercare, exhibitionism and teasing

also this one @junipermuses 💗

31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 3 - 𝒶𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑒

ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen, his best friend johnny storm, neighbours ari levinson, andy barber and their brothers curtis everett and frank adler x naive reader.

voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, cuckolding, fingerfucking, group sex, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cum eating, aftercare, teasing, spit kink, semi-public sex, begging and exhibitionism

and this being part 2 of lavender dreams, dedicated to @junipermuses 💗

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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What about inexperience! Bucky premature Ejaculate?

18+ Minors dni

Inexperienced Bucky x Reader

Fuck I love this so much.

Bucky swallowed thickly, your sweet glistening pussy throbbing against his tongue.

“Just like that baby” You moaned, your eyes rolling back as he licked a careful stripe through your folds before dipping his tongue in, groaning at how you gushed on his tongue. You bit your lip watching Bucky gently lick you up, his hips rutting against the mattress as he ate you out, whining and whimpering with his eyes closed. He humped the bed faster, completely lost in his own world, listening to you guide him on what to do.

He couldn’t cum yet. You deserved more pleasure and he wanted to give it to you.

“Play with my clit baby, right there” You whined out, grabbing and tugging his hair when he started to gently suckle on your clit, his lips sealed perfectly around you. He’d imagined this plenty of times, in the privacy of his room, thick cock in his hand, desperately stroking, thinking about the way you’d moan, the way you’d feel, how soft your skin would be. His name tumbled from your lips, making him grind in slow circles, hardly conscious of what he was even doing.

Fuck, it felt so good; a little more pressure wouldn’t hurt…

His cock was rock hard, straining against his sweats. He rubbed himself on the mattress, trying to find some relief, pre cum slowly starting to dribble from the tip, dampening his briefs. He started to sound needier, moaning against you, the vibrations making your clit throb as your orgasm came barrelling towards you.

He couldn’t cum, he had to stuff his cock in you, he couldn’t cum like this.

“Keep doing that Bucky, just like that baby, doing so fucking good for me!” Your back arched off the bed, your nipples hard, tugging his hair, making Bucky’s cock throb. He groaned, not realizing how hard he was grinding against the bed, fuck it felt good, so good. His hand was one thing but tasting you on his tongue while rubbing his aching cock on your firm bed made his balls clench, he couldn’t hold it in even if he tried.

God you sounded like heaven, there was so much cum, he was so sensitive, fuck not yet, not yet not yet, slow down.

He rutted harder, flicking his tongue over your sensitive clit repeatedly till you were crying out for him, making a mess all over his face. He kept rubbing himself, chasing the warm feeling that built quickly down his spine; high pitched whines leaving his throat as cum started to pour from his leaking tip, making a mess on your sheets.

Fuck.

“Your turn James, let me take care of you baby” You cooed, your skin warm, a light sheen of sweat covering your body. You smiled down at Bucky who looked away, avoiding your eyes, anxiously tracing random shapes onto your skin. “Baby?”

“Bucky? Is everything okay?” You reached up to pull him closer to you, searching his face for any discomfort, not noticing the front of his soaked grey sweats. Bucky blushed, nuzzling his face into your neck, his cheeks hot from embarrassment, worried he’d disappointed you.

“M’sorry baby” He mumbled, his cock sensitive as he squirmed, his thighs rubbing together feeling the hot sticky mess he made on himself.

“What? Why baby, whats wrong” You cupped his face, your thumb caressing his cheek, worried he suddenly felt uncomfortable when he refused to look at you.

“I- um” Bucky looked down at the very clear stain on his sweats, desperately wishing he could take them off. You smiled softly at him, playing with his hair while kissing his nose, your hands gently holding his face, making him look at you.

“Baby, its okay, I’m not upset bubba. Did it feel good?” Bucky nodded shyly, relaxing in your hold while you continued to give him little reassuring kisses, holding you close to him. “It’s supposed to feel good baby”

“My sweet baby, you want to cuddle until you feel ready again?” Bucky snuggled into your chest, letting sleep take over for a moment.

*****

“Ready baby?”

Bucky nodded, carefully supporting some of his body weight as he lay on top of you, moaning as you rubbed the head of his cock onto your clit in small circles, teasing him.

“Please y/n, wanna be inside you baby” Bucky moaned, hissing when you lined his tip up with your entrance. Your eyes locked with his, your thighs spreading out further, your arousal soaking his cock perfectly.

“Right there Bucky, push your cock in baby- Bucky moaned as he started inching inside you, he’d dreamt of his but your warm silky walls were too much, practically massaging and caressing the velvety shaft of his cock.

“Fuck James, yes baby fuck yes, push your cock in me baby, stretching me Bucky, stretching me so good with your thick cock” You cried out for him, your walls sucking him deeper as he stayed still, panting into your neck.

How the fuck was he supposed to last when you said shit like that.

“Oh- Y/n, I- fuckfuckfuck you feel-” Bucky let out a strangled cry, his cock immediately throbbing as soon as his sensitive tip slid into you, streams of cum pouring into your already dripping pussy, adding to the mess on your bed. Bucky continued to rut into you, pleasure border lining pain, over stimulating himself

He had no idea how many times it would take before he’d be able to control himself, without shooting his load the second you touched him.

“Sorry y/n I-

You shook your head, not letting him continue, wrapping your legs around him to keep him from pulling out.

“Keep your cock warm baby, we have all night, you can take as many times as you need”

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 1 year

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THE TEACHER- J.B BARNES, P.B PARKER

Pairing: Best friend! Bucky x Fem! Reader, Roommate! Peter x Fem Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Request(s): “can you do please write a piece where you reveal to bucky that you never touched yourself because you don’t know how so he shows you and it’s filled with praise and good girl pls?”

“experienced peter parker overhears his best friend/roommate with what sounds like a vibrator. he goes to investigate, and confirms she has a new toy, but doesn’t know how to use it right. he offers her a better one from his own collection to help her out when she asks him to teach her how to use it…”

Warnings: masturbation, vibrator used, fingering, praise kink, pet names, breeding kink, swearing, overstimulation...

You were shy. Bucky knew that, you knew that. It had taken a lot of courage to act on your feelings, pulling out the strength to tell your best friend what you needed, how you needed it.

Anytime you had tried to get the words out, they had fallen flat in your mouth, tasting stale as you stumbled around them. The two of you had slowly been establishing a relationship, something closer than ‘just friends’, and it was scary to you.

Frightening. It was new, and foreign and it made you flustered.

After endless nights he had come over to hang out, there had been kisses stolen between bites of home cooked meals, arms wrapping around your body whenever you read to him, his hands finding their way to touch and squeeze your skin in a way that was more than friendly.

But you enjoyed it. Craved it- really.

So when he had asked if he was allowed to touch you, allowed to kiss more than just your lips and cheeks, you had agreed happily. Though your cheeks burned hot, you had vocalized to him that you wanted it.

But you were inexperienced.

“You’ve never been touched before angelface?” he asked softly, doe eyes wide and sparkling as he peered down at you.

No, you had shaken your head, fingers reaching to grab any part of him you could reach.

“Have you touched yourself?”

“No. And I know it’s so silly I just feel so.. I don’t really know. I don’t know what to do.” you confessed, wanting to dig your head into the mattress like an ostrich.

But he just smiled, seeming more excited if anything. “Oh honey it's okay! I’ll teach you, mkay? You just lay back and be a pretty girl for me yea?”

You nodded, head spinning. This was seriously happening. Bucky was here, and he was caressing you like silk.

“Theres no need to be embarrassed or nervous. I’m here now, okay? I’m here to take care of you.” he murmured, gazing down on you like you were his next meal, licking his lips in delight.

“Thank you Bucky.” you sighed, leaning into his touch. “Good girl.”

His hand reached for yours, the other parting your legs wider apart. The cool air sent shivers down your spine, a pressure churning at your lower abdomen.

“You’re just going to put these two fingers right here okay? It’ll feel so nice.” he smiled, hand guiding yours, helping you slip past your soaked folds to ease your smaller fingers inside of you.

“Oh!” you whimpered as you slipped them in, feeling your soft walls around the digits. “There we go, atta girl.”

“It feels so nice.” you confessed, head lolling against the pillow- anxiety fading away with every little praise he slipped you. “Yea? Put your thumb right here angelface, and roll little circles mkay?”

You jolted as he tapped your clit with the tip of his finger, watching your mouth part into a little O as you began to rub it.

“You're so sensitive aren't you baby? Just wait till I’m inside you eh?”

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Peter heard you from the kitchen, clear as day. It was almost as if you weren’t even trying to hide it, unaware he was home. He had already made his presence known, slamming his keys down on the counter, shuffling around the kitchen without a care in the world.

He had heard the little machine buzzing from behind the closed door, little whimpers escaping your lips. He groaned, gripping the counter until his knuckles were vampire white, doing everything in his power to hold himself back from what he was about to do.

But the two of you were roommates. It was only fair to himself he checked in on you, for a noise complaint.

Adjusting himself in his jeans, he wasted no time bolting to your bedroom door, peeking it open a crack. The sight before him nearly had him falling to his knees. Your back arched, legs parted as you murmured sweet nothings into the side of your pillow.

“Whatcha got there?” he asked, slipping into your bedroom, making you jump. “Oh god I’m-”

“Well don’t stop now pretty girl, I was enjoying the show! Don’t get all shy on me now.” he cooed, arms crossing as he slumped back against the doorframe, smirk wide on his face.

The prick, you thought, turning off your sanctuary for the night- embarrassed you had got caught, even if it was from Peter. He had heard you before, there was no doubt about it. You wanted him to hear. And you had seen your fair share of his hand wrapped around his cock, fist fucking myself to spill on his stomach. That image made your head spin, always on a constant loop.

“I don’t even know how to use it properly. Don’t get it twisted smartass.” you quipped, making his eyes widen.

You didn’t know how to work it? That wouldn't do for him.

“Stay here.”

“Pete-”

“Stay.” he commanded, voice stern as he stared your body down, watching your chest rapidly rise and fall. His room was only a couple of strides from yours, and it took him next to no time with his long legs, shoving open his door to reveal the mess that was his room.

Bolting right for the nightstand drawer, he revealed his collection of toys he kept on handy, just in case anything came up. And now, something had come up. He grabbed the pretty pink one, the one he had been dying to use on you. It was all he could think about for days, catching his eye the second he saw it. Tonight was the perfect chance for him to experiment on you, make you cry out his name in ecstasy right underneath him.

“Peter?” you called softly from your room, startling him from his daydreams. You were still perched on your bed, right where he left you. Your eyes widened as you took note of the toy gleaming in his hand, coaxing at you.

“May I?” he asked, to which you nodded. You shimmed back on your elbows to your pillow, watching as he sat on your sheets, fingers dancing across your legs, luring them to spread for him.

“Can- can you teach me?” you asked shyly. It was music to his ears. He smiled, that sweet, charming smile that you saw him use so often to other girls, that you had so desperately wanted on you.

You craved his attention like a drug. It was intoxicating when he gave you those little spurts of validation throughout the day, making you want it even more.

“ ‘Course sweetheart. Can you tell me what you were thinking about beforehand?” he asked sweetly, hand dipping down to push your knees apart, unfolding you like a present.

“You.” His eyebrow raised. “What about me?”

“Just, your cock. N’ just… filling me until I’m drooling.” you shyly confessed, covering your burning cheeks with your hands as he chuckled.

“Awh baby. Isn't that so sweet? You want me to breed you yea?”

“Soo much.”

Peter flicked the toy on, the soft buzzing noise causing your toes to curl. “M gonna fill you up till your leaking out of that pretty little princess cunt angel. And then I’m gonna shove it right back in.”

The sensation of the toy brushing your clit made you whimper, hips bucking as he teased you.

“You gotta use it on your clit. Cause that's where it's most sensitive.” he cooed, faux pity dripping off each syllable as your eyes widened, moaning his name.

Your hands slid down to shove him away, the sensation overbearing but he held you still. “S’too much!” you whimpered, causing him to smile even wider.

“Oh but baby I still have so many things to teach you!”

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enretrogue · 4 months

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𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

MCU

BUCKY BARNES

Bumblebee Series: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 ⎢ 7 ⎢ — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Soft!Dark!Mafia!Bucky x Runaway Bride!Reader — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

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Bring Me Home — @frvnkcastles

Bakery AU — @devils-dares

Love Language (+ Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

Imagine #1,044 (+ Shane Walsh) — @komotionlessqueenmm

Primal — @darlingshane

Instagram AU — @amhrosina

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Cowboy!Frank — @rrestrella

Really Bad Week — @chvoswxtch

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Frank w/ An Inexperienced Reader — @amhrosina

STEVE ROGERS

His Inheritance: Chapter 26 ⎢ Chapter 27 — @jtargaryen18

FRANK CASTLE + MATT MURDOCK

Spelling Out “I Love You” — @amhrosina

Baking w/ Matty and Frankie — @chvoswxtch

An Unexpected Delight — @amhrosina

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GLENN RHEE

CDC — @collecting-stories

Feel Me — @nikkisheep

Never Stopped Looking — @glennrheesworld

Sex w/ Glenn — @strgrlxox

PEAKY BLINDERS

LUCA CHANGRETTA

Busted — @mlmxreader

Our Scars — @arzennn

MICHAEL GRAY

Behind On That Cute Date ⎢ Chocolate Pie — @anonymooseforever007

ALFIE SOLOMONS

Airport Snow — @there-goes-thefighter

Angel of Birmingham — @darkdevasofdestruction

Quid Pro Quo — @scorpiussage

THOMAS SHELBY

Dragon’s Den — @pherelesytsia

Afternoon Shelby Chaos ⎢The Boys ⎢Dad!Tommy ⎢Mr. Giraffe — @teenwolf-theoriginals

Mama Bear — @dlmlufics

Arthur + Cards — @dlmlufics

Big Sister Bess — @dlmlufics

Escape to Me — @daisyblinder

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The Proposal (Shelby!Reader) — @anonymooseforever007

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COURT GENTRY/SIERRA SIX

Take a Nap Amidst the Storm — @lloydsbitch

Home — @welcome-to-my-multiverse

SIERRA SIX + LLOYD HANSEN

Ready for Destruction (Prologue) — @holylulusworld

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JIM HOPPER

Handcuffed — @thisfanisgonesorry

Taking Control — @call-me-little-sunshine84

Workplace Gossip — @darling-i-read-it

Batch of Cookies — @sunnylands-world

Hopper x Sleepy!Reader — @ddejavvu

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Final Essay — @keerysteacake

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Red Ties

Chapter 39

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

Mary awkwardly followed James down the long hallway to the grand doors at the end. The halls of this hotel, BDSM Club, whatever it was called, were clean and simple. The hallway was lit with warm lights and a deep carpet with cream-coloured walls. The doors were deep wood with gold locks and were evenly spaced out, indicating the rooms themselves were large, and Mary wondered if they all looked the same. As they reached the door at the end of the hallway, her stomach flipped with caution.

Just a few hours ago, she was excited and curious about this club that James talked about and was about to step into his dark personal room of pain and pleasure. But after her encounter with Natalie, that feeling was replaced with nervousness and questions. She was questioning herself. Was she enough for James? Natalie knew all his needs and wants. She was his submissive for so long that she knew him inside and out, knowing every button to press to please him. Mary was nothing like her. Even her looks were of a higher standard. The way her breasts looked in that tight latex dress, her long, dark hair cascading down her slim body—compared to her, Mary was plain Jane.

Why would James pick her over someone who could please him down to a T? Mary was a novice to this whole submissive, BDSM world, so why would he pick someone so inexperienced when he could easily have someone who knew what they were doing? It was so confusing, and yet another hurdle had been thrown at them. It seemed like lately everything was a test for their relationship, and Mary was starting to overthink it again. No matter how much James assured her and comforted her that she was the one for him, there was always something in the way. Natalie was obviously jealous and was quite vocal about it, and Mary didn’t want the girl to win, but she couldn’t escape the facts.

James pulled out his personal key to the door, inserting it slowly and turning it; the click almost echoed down the silent hallway, and Mary’s stomach flipped. He opened the door, revealing his personal playroom, dungeon, whatever you wanted to call it, and Mary’s breath was taken away. If she had been surprised and stricken by his closest secret, then she was in for an even bigger surprise.

The room was huge, with warm lights imbedded into the high ceiling. To the right side of the room was a large bed, kind of sized with four posters, and a ceiling made from dark mahogany. The sheets were black and neatly tucked away. Each poster had a gold ring drilled into the wood, for obvious reasons, and the same on the headboard. Above the ceiling were more rings, and Mary imagined they were for the same reason. She suddenly envisioned a girl hanging from those rings on ropes, hanging at his mercy, and she imagined they could be tied in all sorts of positions.

Across the far wall were hundreds of implements. Floggers, canes, riding crops, belts, paddles, whips, and single tails, as well as long electric cattle prods and sticks, each hung on their own hook, ranging from the least to the most dangerous. As she stared at them, her body shivered as she imagined the type of pain they could inflict. She had only experienced the cruelty of the riding crop as well as its pleasure, but looking at the scary canes and long whips made her cringe. She wasn’t ready for those yet.

At the wall behind the bed hung bundles of different ropes, different lengths, leather cuffs, belts, straps, harnesses, chains, and handcuffs, each hanging on their own hook as well. She never imagined there could be so many different types of cuffs and bondage gear. Across the room at the other end was a built-in wardrobe set of cupboards and draws beside another door leading to the ensuite. In the cupboards and drawers, there were more toys. Different outfits range from leather, latex, stockings, playful outfits, including school girl uniforms, nurse outfits, and sexy lingerie with matching heels. Bondage gear consists of masks, hoods, gags, blindfolds, nipple clamps, candles, and more electrical play gear. The room also held a large couch, a plush armchair, a St. Andrews cross, and a padded leather bench. Above the ceiling were more hanging rings on a rig that could be pulled down. There wasn’t one thing James didn’t have in his room.

He had many submissives over the years of opening his club, and just because Natalie was his regular didn’t mean he didn’t divulge into other women and their needs. Some liked masociative pain; others enjoyed intense pleasure. Some enjoyed role-playing, while others enjoyed humiliation. He wasn’t just here to be pleased; he was there to please their needs.

It was all so intimidating and overwhelming that Mary hadn’t realised James had shut the door, leaving them to privacy, and had pressed a hand to her shoulder, making her jump back to reality. She turned to him with a flushed face but pale eyes, and he frowned.

“Are you okay?” He asked, and she sighed.

“Yeah… I just wasn’t expecting this,” she giggled nervously as she rolled her eyes at the hugeness of the room. But that wasn’t the only thing on her mind. She hated that Natalie had gotten to her, making her think about her and wondering if she was any good for James. She didn’t want to argue; they had such a nice couple of days since the argument about Reverend McCarthy, and now this. It seemed like they were never going to relax again.

“Yeah, it’s a lot,” he agreed as he looked around as well.

There was an awkward silence, and Mary sighed, turning to him. She had to ask him; it was only going to play on her mind, and if they were going to enter the world of pleasure and pain, she wouldn’t be able to focus if this was running through her head.

“Why are you with me?” She asked straight up, and James looked at her, furrowing his brows as if he were annoyed.

“What?” He said.

“I mean, you could have Natalie or anyone else who knows all about this stuff and probably does it better than me; why would you pick me over her?”.

If James didn’t love her so much, he would have slapped her right then and there for saying something so stupid. But that definitely wasn’t the answer to this question. He scoffed and shook his head.

“How could you ask something so stupid? That display she just made is exactly why I’m not with her. Just because she was my submissive for so long doesn’t mean I feel the same way about her as I do about you. I never once loved her like I do you,” he exclaimed, and Mary stared at him with wide eyes.

Love her. Did he actually just say he loved her? The words had come so quickly from James’s mouth that he didn’t bother to try and stop them, and for a minute he didn’t realise he had uttered them until Mary squeaked them back.

“You love me,” she whispered, and James took a breath as silence fell between them. There was no going back now, and he didn’t want to. He never wanted to go back. Not to Natalie, not to any of the girls he had fucked. He only wanted her. He wanted every inch of her forever and ever. He never wanted anyone but himself to touch her, kiss her, or fuck her. He wanted all her first, and so far he has gotten every single one of them.

“Yes. I do. Natalie is a sub, someone I used to fuck. You are my girlfriend, someone I love. I don't know her or anyone else, ever. I only want you,” he had stepped forward, his voice softening, and he reached up and took her face in his hands, cupping her gently and lifting up her chin. His fingers curled around her jaw and under her chin, and she rested in his soft hold. It was the first time he had called her his girlfriend, and it was a strange feeling. Not because she didn’t want to be, but because they hadn’t used labels up until now. Mary stared up at him with wide eyes and silence.

“I love you,” he said it again, and this time it sank in further. And right there and then, Mary could not hold back her feelings for him, and she said the words without thinking as well.

“I love you too,” she whispered, as if she were committing a crime. James stared at her and softly smiled, his lips curling at the corners, and he pulled her face up to kiss her deeply and slowly. She leaned into his kiss and melted into his touch. The words were out, and there was no going back. James held her tighter, his fingers clutching her face harder, and he pushed her backwards onto the bed, her knees buckling, so she fell. He fell on top of her, pinning her to the bed, and kissed her again. As he pulled away, they both caught their breath and stared at each other.

“Don’t worry about Natalie. She’s just jealous; she’ll get over it,” he assured, and Mary nodded. Right now she wasn’t thinking about her; in fact, the moment he had uttered those three words, she had left her mind straight away. She had won this fight. Mary one, Natalie zero.

James pressed a teasing peck to her lips before smirking as he pushed up from her. Mary stayed there, pressed into the soft, dark sheets with her arms out and her hair a wild mess, as she watched with curiosity as James padded to the wall with the hundreds of bondage ropes and cuffs. He meticulously picked up a pair of leather cuffs, a bundle of rope, and what looked like a stiff bar with cuffs on either side. He carried the items back to the bed and threw them beside Mary, the cuffs landing with a clink, and she felt her stomach flip. Just a minute ago, they were confessing their love, and now he was ready to divulge it in a hot kinky play. James placed his hands on either side of her head and leaned on top of her, a darkness across his face as his smirk deepened.

“Now, I think it’s time we do what we intended to do,” he whispered, and Mary felt her cheeks heat, and she couldn’t help but see the excited girl appear on her lips. She was stripped naked, pulled over to the clear wall, and pressed against it. James eagerly buckled the cuffs around her wrists, pulling them tight before roughly turning her against the wall. Her face was pressed against it. The tingles in her body grew, and her pussycat twitched. How did getting tied up make her wet already?

James placed what was called a spreader bar between her legs, explaining its purpose was to keep her legs open so she couldn’t close them. Her wrists were tied to two small rings drilled into the wall by the bundle of rope, and she was completely at his mercy, her back and ass on show for him. As he buckled the last buckle around her ankle, he ran his hands up the inside of her legs, across her thigh, and one hand cupped her wet, hot mound.

Mary moaned against the hard wall, gripping the small piece of rope she could grab. Her lips pressed into the polished wood, leaving wet marks as James pressed a finger to her wet slit, teasing her as he pressed against her body, his lips so close to her ear.

“God, you’re already wet, and I’ve only tied you up.” It was almost an insult, and that turned her on even more. The seriousness in his voice was a change from his gentle voice, and Mary was enjoying it. His finger gently rubbed back and forth, teasing her and sending tingles up and down her body. She yanked against her restraints, and the spreader bar was the most torturous of them all. The ability to not be able to press her legs together was both infuriating and addicting. She would receive every last bit of pleasure. James chuckled evilly in her ear and dropped his hand from her aching pussy, walking over to the wall of torture, deciding which implent to pull out.

Mary groaned and looked over her shoulder, getting just enough room to see what he was doing. She watched as James lazily walked over her clothes, having no regard for them. He was still fully clothed in his suit, and she wondered when he was going to undress. She wanted to see that fine body of his, feel his tough abs pressed against her back, and feel his long, strong arms wrapped around her body.

She softly gasped as he ran his fingers over every implement, teasing her from afar. He could stop at any moment and pick one of the more dangerous ones. But he wouldn’t. He wasn’t going to subject her to the masochistic torture some of the other girls live for. Not yet, anyway. Finally, he stopped at a large flogger with a hard handle and several leather strands. It was black all over, matching his suit, and he picked it up and gripped it hard across the handle. As he turned, Mary quickly turned her head back to the wall, as if she were going to get caught.

His light footsteps sounded so heavy in the silence, and as he reached her, his lips pressed against her ear again. “Do you remember what the safe word is?” He asked, and Mary swallowed.

“Red and Mercy, sir,” she answered, and he grinned, pressing a kiss on her neck. He pulled back, and suddenly she felt the strands of the flogger press against her back. They were torturers. running across her skin and teasing her with their softness. She knew they weren't going to be soft, and she shivered against them. James brushed the ends of the strands across the backs of her legs, and she flinched, pushing herself against the wall. When was it going to end, and would she feel their real intentions?

And then it came. the thudding pain that was released on her bare back. The strands flicked and whacked her, sending a harsh tingle across her body. She yelled at the first hit, pressing into the wall and pulling on the restraints. The spreader bar was making things very difficult for her, keeping her in place and leaving no room for resistance or movement, just as James wanted to see her squirming and trembling.

James flicked the flogger against her body again, and she gasped at its second hit. Her back was heating up quickly with every hit and turning a bright red colour, flush against her pale skin. It was getting warm, and a numbness was beginning to radiate across her body. But the pain was making her pussy drip, and she felt her pussy heating up, unable to hold back the pleasure. James worked so elegantly, throwing the flogger in all directions, across her back, down her thighs, and over her shoulder blades. She couldn't escape it.

Finally, the flogging stopped, and James stood a step forward, pressing his palm against her burning back. The touch was worse than the flogger, and as he pressed it in the centre of her back, she hissed and yanked at the cuffs. "Shhh," he hushed into her ear, running a light hand over the redness, his fingertips gently brushing her almost bruised skin. In a few places, the skin had broken and left red welts, and he gently ran his fingertips over them. Later, he would properly take care of those areas.

When he reached a hand between her legs, she was soaking. He pushed a finger inside her, and she moaned, falling into his hand and letting go of the restraints. James curled his finger inside, his thumb reaching out to her clitoral area and rubbing circles against her sensitive good spot. She shivered into his hand, and James pressed his lips against her neck, biting gently and then hard, leaving bite marks on her skin. He wasn't able to hold back now. He was in full-dominant mode now.

Moans, groans, and begs escaped her as James led her to orgasm. His finger worked faster as she crumpled against the wall, breathing heavily and shaking his fingers. The pain in her back was a blur now, and the pleasure of her orgasm was more torture than the flogging.

"Oh, please," she begged, and James chuckled softly in her ear.

"Please, what?' he teased.

"Oh, please, can I..." She felt embarrassed just saying the words.

"Can you say it?" he commanded, and she whimpered.

"Please, can I come?" She whispered with bright red cheeks. Whether that was from the humour or the whole ordeal, she didn't know, as long as she got what she wanted.

James rubbed faster and uttered the precious words, granting her the right to orgasm. She came into his hand, the juices falling onto his fingers and coating them. Her body spasmed, and she was complete with exhaustion, falling into the cuffs and against the wall with no energy. She huffed and puffed against the wall, fighting the exhaustion that threatened her. James untied her, catching her as she fell into his arms. She carried her over to her, laying her down gently on her stomach as her back was still sore.

Mary cracked an eye open, and a grin appeared across her lips as James gathered the aftercare creams and lotions from the cupboard. She loved this bit the most: James massaging her with his big hands, touching every inch of her body, and pressing soft kisses on those tender places.

"That was... different," she whispered, and James softly laughed under his breath as he climbed on the bed.

"Different good or different bad?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Different good," she claified, and he grinned. He poured a heap of lotion onto his hand and began to gently rub it into her back. massaging her shoulders, around her sides, and over her hips.

"What about you?" A sudden thought came over her as he rubbed the lotion into her skin, watching its white colour dissolve and soothe her sore back.

"I'm sorry?" he asked, confused as he ran his hands all the way to her neck and through her hair.

"I mean, you didn't get any pleasure," she said, and James slowly grinned, leaning down and kissing just behind her ear.

"Sometimes it's not always about me. Don't worry, you can make it up to me next time," he whispered, and Mary gently moaned. James finished with a deep heat cream across the very sore parts of her body, an antiseptic cream on the welts, and a kiss to the centre of her back for good measure. She had done so well, taking that beating that any girl could find painful.

James cralwed up the bed, pulling Mary with him so her head was laid on his chest, softly stroking her hair as she drifted off into a deep sleep, falling to the rhythm of his strokes. "You did so well tonight," he whispered, and she let out a soft grunt in agreement. She was too tired to answer with words, and his stroking was making her more sleepy.

He laughed softly and reached under her chin, pulling her head up and leaning down to kiss her softly.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," she whispered back.

Chapter 40

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onceuponastory · 2 years

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sweet dreams - bucky barnes x reader

Plot: Reader falls asleep on Bucky. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: A small mention of Bucky’s past as The Winter Soldier. Other than that, just sickly sweet fluff. Notes: I’m gonna be fully honest, I partly wrote this for myself. Life and work has been getting me down recently, so I wanted to write something short(ish), cute and fluffy with my fave super soldier. So here we are!

Wrapping his metal arm around his girlfriend Y/N’s waist, Bucky pulls her closer, kissing her temple. Deep down, he hopes that she feels better now, because he knows that she’s been having a rough time this past week. Of course, Y/N didn’t have to tell him that something was wrong. Bucky could tell almost immediately. Her smiles weren’t as big as they usually are, and she wasn’t sleeping right either. She also seemed on edge and stressed constantly. In a way, it seemed like Y/N had lost her spark of happiness. And Bucky knew he had to help her get it back. So, Bucky organised a special night off, just the two of them. They’d watch a movie, order some food and take the night off from Avengers’ stuff and work stuff, and all the stress that comes along with them. That’s where the pair are now, laying cuddled up together on their couch, laughing at the movie they put on and just enjoying each other’s company, illuminated by a multitude of fairy lights. The sound of Y/N’s laughter makes Bucky smile.

It’s so good to hear that noise again.

After a while though, Y/N falls silent. “Hey. You’ve been quiet for a while, are you alright?” No response sounds, and Bucky frowns. He looks over, confused by her silence.

It’s only when he notices her chest slowly rising and falling, and how she’s cuddled into him, that Bucky realises what’s happened. Y/N’s fallen asleep on him. Immediately, Bucky is unsure of what to do. Although he knows it’s stupid, Bucky is even slightly overwhelmed. Y/N is his girlfriend, but she’s his first girlfriend in about seventy years. The first girl he’s ever been with since everything happened, and since he tried to start his new, pardoned life. When it comes to the dating experience, Bucky Barnes is woefully inexperienced. Something like this, something so soft and intimate, has definitely never happened to him before. Bucky’s cheeks flush in embarrassment. The super serum powered assassin, who could once wipe out thousands in a single mission…is out of his depth because his girlfriend fell asleep in his lap.

As Bucky tries to figure out what to do, Y/N murmurs softly in her sleep, turning her body slightly. Panic fills Bucky’s body, and he questions if his panicking somehow woke her up. To his relief, however, Y/N simply cuddles closer to him, slinging her arm around his torso. Feeling the warmth of her body against his, Bucky smiles. He may not have had a lot of experience with this, but it’s fucking adorable, and it makes his insides feel all warm and gooey. Turning off the TV, Bucky gently shifts Y/N’s body slightly so she’s laying down and doesn’t awaken. He lays down with her, watching her as she sleeps, a soft smile on his face. She looks so peaceful, with all her worries of the past week gone. If Bucky could, he’d take all her worries off of her and deal with them himself. He has enough pain and trauma to last him a lifetime, and he never wants Y/N to go through that, or to feel as guilty as he does. “I love you. So much.” Bucky whispers, pulling a blanket around their bodies. Wrapping his arm around her, he settles in to sleep beside her. “I’ll protect you forever.”

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For the Stardust Reblog Challenge: Summer Edition hosted by @liraketo

These are all the fics I've read in September. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff I 💧- angst | 😈 - dark

Dividers by @saradika

Bucky Barnes

💧 Time After Time (series) by @intrepidacious

🔥😈 Devour (series) by @buckets-and-trees

💧💗🔥 Secret Door (series) by @buckyownsmylife

😈🔥 A Stranger Arrives by @witchywithwhiskey

💗 Rained Out by @mindingmyownbusiness

💧💗 Blood Sweat and Tears by @treatbuckywkisses

🔥 Dirty Little Secret by @vellicore

💗 Don’t Tell Bucky by @lives-in-midgard

💗 Hypothetically Speaking by @littleseasiren

🔥 Distracted by @sunshinebuckybarnes

💗 Screen Lesson by @vilentia

💗 Post apocalyptic Bucky by @fluffyprettykitty

💧💗🔥 Replace Me by @fandoms-writings

💗🔥 Hold Me Down by @flordeamatista

🔥 Impure Thoughts Part One | Part Two by @samodivaa

💗 Imagine calling Bucky while he’s at work by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Steve Rogers

💗 Tall and Two Sugars by @sarahghetti

💗 The Moment He Knew by @/sunshinebuckybarnes

💧 imagine Steve’s anger when you go off book during a mission by @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction

💧💗 He Comes Back by @imtryingbuck

💧💗 Handsome Stranger by @/lives-in-midgard

🔥 Can’t Wait That Long by @worksby-d

Sam Wilson

🔥 Touch Me by @galatially

💗 Contentment by @/fluffyprettykitty

💧💗 Don’t Tell My Boyfriend, It’s Not What He’s Made For by @wwilsonbarness

🔥💗 Dancing’s When I Think of You by @targaryenvampireslayer

💗 You and I Were Fireworks by @feelmyskinonyourskin

💧💗 Desperately Seeking Sam by @onceuponastory

Joaquin Torres

🔥 Inexperienced Joaquin by @/fluffyprettykitty

💗 Mixup by @blackbat05

Peter Parker

💧💗 Shaken (Not Stirred) by @cocoamoonmalfoy

Joel Miller

💗 Dancin’ in the Dark by @jobean12-blog

💗 Fall In Love by @/jobean12-blog

💗 Late Night Movie by @holacia3

💗 Date Night by @/holacia3

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💧💗 Sleep Deprivation by @brandycranby [Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Curtis Everett, Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen & Ransom Drysdale]

💧💗 Romance Tropes with Marvel Characters by @angelltheninth [Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Tony Stark, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker]

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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Sunday Worship

Pairing || Beefy!CatholicPriest!Bucky x Inexperienced!Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader

Summary || Father James teaches you how to please him.

Word Count || 3160

Contents & Warnings || Slight Angst/Fluff, Smut, Dark/Taboo Themes — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, slight dub-con/non-con, religious themes, blasphemy of religion, sacrilegious acts, biblical references, sexual content involving a catholic priest, strict/religious parents, explicit content/language, age-gap (reader is early 20’s, Bucky is early/mid 30’s), sexual thoughts and acts, pet names (sweet thing/one, baby) oral (male receiving), Father kink, size kink, corruption kink, authority kink, inappropriate/forceful touches, light choking, degrading, spit, cum swallowing, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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It was not the same.

He was not the same as last Sunday’s mass.

No special glances or touches from Father James.

Nothing.

It was like all those sinful and secret moments together didn't happen—like they were a part of some distant life that didn't exist anymore.

All throughout the morning, you wanted his attention. Wanted to have his blue eyes, with that touch of darkness, to gaze into your sweet and pure ones. Wanted to have that wicked smile of his show itself to you while he licked his lips. Wanted to have his sinful touches on your delicate skin when no one was watching. But there was none of that—no darkness, no wickedness, no sin.

It was like you were nothing. Just another face in the crowd. Nothing special.

It made you mad, angry, hurt, insecure…

Had you done something wrong?

Were you not as unique as he made you seem to be?

Had he gotten bored of you?

Was there someone else?

All these thoughts ran through your head, and you wanted nothing more than for mass to end and go home to cry in bed silently.

When mass was over, everyone in the community found their way outside to converse with neighbours and friends before all headed their separate ways home.

You and your parents were chatting with the family of one of your closest girlfriends when Father James walked over.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he approached. Although you were mad at him, your body still intensely yearned for him.

“Sir,” he was referring to your dad, “can I lend your daughter for today?”

Huh?

“Sure, Father. What do you need her for?”

“A lot of things….”

Oh…

“.… but right now, I could really use some help with getting our beloved church in order—cleaning and tidying things up. Would that be ok?”

“Of course, Father. She's all yours….”

You want to be all his for eternity.

“…. I’ll pick her up around four?”

“We will be all done by then.”

Throughout all of their exchange, they never asked for your permission. If this was something you wanted. But you would have said yes if they asked—in a heartbeat. You were too intrigued about what your time alone with Father James would bring again—if his true sinful nature would emerge, or would you be just as disappointed as you'd been all morning.

Alas, it was disappointment when you found yourself alone in the church with him. You'd hoped and prayed that he would pin you between the wall and his muscular frame—exploring your body with his mouth and fingers as you struggled to get free, but there was none of that. He really meant it when he said you would clean the church.

But in the end, it turned out to be quite fun.

Father James put on some fun summer pop songs on an old radio while you worked. Songs that were highly forbidden in your household.

You swept the floor, reordered books and tidied up every nook and cranny of the church.

Although you missed Father James’ devious nature, you loved his warm and cheerful presence as well—his aura shining bright with joy and love.

You talked here and there while cleaning—him getting to know you, and you get to know him. And he was so funny—making you crack up at the jokes he told.

When you weren't talking, the silence was comfortable, not awkward at all. Just letting the music and each other’s calm presence create a pleasant atmosphere.

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You placed the candle holders that you'd just polished on the altar, humming the tune of the song playing on the radio while vaguely moving your hips. You didn't think much of it since they were both such small gestures, but there was someone that noticed—someone you'd been missing and craving all day.

“My, my…”

A voice of the devil, deep and sinister, whispered in your ear, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. His towering presence could be felt behind you.

It was him.

He was back.

A soft moan slipped from your mouth as his breath fanned the side of your face. His lips delicately grace your earlobe.

“... what a beautiful and talented little mouth you have, sweet thing...”

His colossal palm lay flat on your stomach—pulling you flush against his muscular torso, making you gasp out.

“... and what captivating moves you have.”

He started moving his hips, making you follow along with him. And you could feel him while you moved in sync.

“F-Father…”

You were speechless as he put you in his trance.

“Mmm…”

His other hand wrapped around your neck, applying light pressure before it followed the curve of your neck and chin—making your head arch. His touches made your most precious area beat with your heart.

“I wonder,” his thumb swiped your lips, “what other secret talents this mouth possesses,” he pushed the tip of the digit in your mouth, and you sucked it delicately with no second thought, making him moan.

“I want to find out.” He growled through gritted teeth.

In a flash, you were turned around in his grasp. His solid and large body pinned your smaller one against the altar while his face was inches from yours.

Was he going to kiss you? Was that what he meant by finding out?

You wanted him to grab your face and press his lips against yours. Wanted to feel his tongue move against yours as you tasted one another. You even craned your neck slightly to the side to show him you were ready.

But it didn't seem like that was happening.

“I want you on your knees….”

“Huh?”

“…. get on your knees, sweet little girl.”

Obeying his demands, slowly, while keeping his gaze, you descended to the floor until your knees lay on the cold hardwood, hands in your lap. You peer up at him through your lashes with your pure eyes, head slightly tilted to the side.

His hand caressed the side of your face while his thumb swiped your lips once more, making him lick his own.

“You're so pretty like this. So submissive to me and my every need. So submissive to please the Lord and me. Do you want to please the Lord, sweet thing…?”

You nod.

“.… do you want to please me?”

You nod again, more profound this time.

You want nothing more than to please Father James—for him to use you for his pleasure and make him feel as good as he made you feel last time.

“Please me, and you will please the Lord, sweet one.”

He pushed his whole thumb in your mouth, and you sucked it—hollowing your cheeks as you did, bobbing your head.

“Push your tits together, sweet thing.”

You pushed your upper arms into your chest, squeezing your breasts together, creating that stripe of cleavage he wanted.

He groaned at seeing you on your knees for him—so pretty and submissive for his every command.

His other hand palmed himself over the black pants—the dent in them becoming more visible the more he touched himself.

Those sinful actions of his made you incredible aroused. Your cotton panties became wetter by the second, and your bundle of nerves begged to be touched and stimulated.

“You're making me painfully hard, baby,” he removed his finger from your mouth, both hands on his belt buckle now, “I need to feel your lips wrapped around me.” He started to undo the belt, and the clang of it was like an erotic harmony.

Your lips parted as you looked up at his sinister face—the corner of his mouth turned up in a grin, and his eyes appeared almost black from your position below.

“Stick that pretty little tongue out for me,” he unbuttoned the button and pulled his zipper down, “show me how hungry you are for my cock.”

You stuck your whole tongue out for him while those innocent eyes peered up—begging. Begging for something you weren't even sure what was. You just knew you wanted it— all that he had to offer.

A loud gasp slips from you as he springs to life in front of your very eyes. He's big, much bigger than you remember when you saw it in the confessional—thick and luscious while his balls hung heavy. A thick protruding vein ran along the length.

Although you'd dreamed of it and fantasised about it, having him this close to you, now it was somewhat intimidating and scary—making you retract your head a couple of inches.

“In awe are we now? I know, sweet thing. It's a lot for a little girl like you to handle,” his hand stroked your cheek lovingly, his soft touch a significant contrast to his filthy words, “but I’ll show you how to please a man.”

“F-Father, I-I’m not sure what to do.”

He put his finger at the base of his length, “I want you to lick from here,” and then slowly dragged his finger upwards—till the tip, “to here.”

“O-ok.”

You slowly leaned forward, tongue poked out, and when your wet surface came in contact with him, it was like an instant drug—a strong desire and need to feel more of him. Slowly, you dragged your tongue on his length, coating him in your saliva, making him moan. When you reached the tip, you flicked your tongue on him as the finishing move.

“Oh, baby…”

“W-was that ok, Father.”

“Ok? Sweet girl, it was perfect. You sure you've never done this before?”

“N-never, Father. You're t-the first.”

“And I will be the last. Now,” his hand rested on the back of your head, encouraging you to do it again, “let me feel that pretty tongue again.”

You licked him again, and again, and again, until he was messy and dripping with your saliva.

“So good, baby, now,” he wrapped his fist around himself and jerked his length off, the saliva helping him glide effortlessly, “suck my balls.”

You sucked and licked them as he wanted, closing your eyes as you worked on them.

“Look up at me while you suck them.”

You opened your eyes and looked straight into his ones as you moaned with your mouth full of him.

“Yeah, baby, such a filthy fucking whore you are, huh? You love to suck on them, don't you?”

You nod.

“I’ll give you something more to suck on, sweet thing.”

With his other hand, he pulled you off him, making you let out a whine at the loss of contact—displaying your tongue to show you wanted more.

“Good girl. Already one step ahead. You’re leaning.”

He tapped his heavy cock on your awaiting tongue, making a wet sound each time he made contact. Each tap made you moan at the weight of him. He glided his length on the wet surface while he grunted heavily.

“Wrap your lips around the tip and suck it for me, baby.”

You closed them around him and suckled his tip while your tongue swirled around it, moaning at the taste of him in your mouth.

“Sweet thing, I need to test something. I need to see how far you can take me,” his hand on the back of your head slowly pushed you further on him, “let me know when it becomes too much.”

Slowly, inch by inch, he went into your mouth, making your eyes glossy with tears. You tried so hard to ignore the discomfort, wanting to take as much as possible. But when he was about halfway into your mouth, it became too much. His tip tickled the back of your throat, making you gag around him and your eyes shut tight. The vibrations on his length made him moan out loud, and you saw him shiver above you. His reaction excited you, and you wanted nothing more than to take all of it if that’s what it took to please him. But you couldn't, so you grabbed his leg hard, digging your nails into him, signalling that it was enough—you couldn't anymore, or else you were afraid he’d suffocate you.

“Oh, God, baby, that's so good….”

He pulled himself out, and when you were free of him, you gasped for air while a few tears ran down your cheek.

“An excellent start, baby.”

“I-I'm sorry, Father, that I couldn't take anymore.” Your lips turned down in a frown—sad and worried that you'd disappointed him and the Lord.

“It's ok, sweet girl. With a little practice, you'll be able to take me whole in no time.”

Once again, his hand cradled the side of your face lovingly—reassuring you that everything was alright and that he wasn't mad at you.

“I-I promise I'll be good. T-that I’ll be able to please you and the Lord soon, Father.”

“Oh, I know you will, my sweet little girl. I know you will.” He wrapped his hand around himself, jerking his whole length off. “But just because you can't take all of me in your pretty little mouth doesn't mean you can’t please me. Use your hand and mouth, baby. Use them to please my cock. Make me and the Lord happy.”

That you could do—please his cock with what you'd learned.

You replaced his colossal hand with your smaller one—jerking his enormous length in your grasp from base to tip. You loved the way he felt in your hand. The way he fit so perfectly. You would imprint this image into your brain, the sight in front of you, for later use while you were all alone in your bed at night.

You tapped his pink head on your tongue, moaning out at the sloppy sound it made. “Baby,” he leaned his head back, eyes shut tight, “you're learning so fast.”

While your hand focused on his base, your lips wrapped around his tip and sucked, bobbing your head and moaning around him—sending chills through his nerves.

Little by little, you took him more into your mouth but still kept in mind where your threshold went, not wanting to exceed that for your own comfort. Your other hand accompanied the one already working on him—using them both to jerk his cock.

You looked up at him the entire time—as you'd learned he enjoyed it when you did, gazing into his evil eyes while you with your angel ones. His hand rested at the back of your head, bobbing along with it, giving you slight shoves of encouragement when he saw fit.

His open mouth sang with moans, grunts and cries as you found the perfect rhythm on him. The ideal balance of your mouth and hands to edge him on towards the end.

You were such a drooly, dribbling mess for him while you slurped his cock—saliva running down your chin and coating your hands.

“You're so pretty like this, sweet girl.”

His eyes intensely focused on you—enjoying the erotic show you provided for him.

You were becoming so needy with wanting your own pleasure, so you shut your legs and slowly started to rock back and forth to create friction on your aching bundle of nerves.

“Oh, baby, I'm gonna come.”

He fisted his hand in your hair and pulled you off, which made you whine out at the loss of him. He performed quick sinful, sloppy strokes on himself right in front of your face—his release approaching with every stroke.

“Open your mouth and show me that pretty tongue.”

You did as he wanted.

“I'm gonna come in your mouth whether you want to or not, baby.”

Oh, you wanted it. You’d wanted his seed since you saw it in the confessional not so long ago.

“I want it. Give it to me, Father.”

You wiggled your tongue at him—showing that you needed it so badly.

Heavy grunts echoed through the vast and holy room as he came hard all over your tongue—coating it in thick white ropes of his holy seed. He didn't stop stroking himself until he’d decorated the surface with everything he had—ridding himself of the pleasure.

“Shallow.”

You closed your mouth and swallowed. The thick substance trickled down your throat. It wasn't as bad as you'd thought it be. You showed him your empty mouth, which made him let out a satisfied groan of approval.

His thumb traced your lips to collect more of his seed and your spit that was left behind, pushing the digit in your mouth for you to clean up the mess, making you moan.

“You're such a good girl; you know that?”

You nod your head, batting your eyes at him; he grinned down at you while caressing your jaw with his fingers.

A few seconds later, a car horn could be heard from outside—your dad was here to pick you up.

Panic overrides your senses. You frantically look at the door—worried that he’ll walk in and see the absolute immoral scene that was unfolding at the altar.

“Hey, hey,” Father James tucks himself back into his pants, doing up his pants like they once were, “it’s ok. The door is locked; he can’t get in.”

He offered you his hand, “here,” to help you up. With shaking legs, you pulled yourself up, and once you were standing on your unsteady feet, you collapsed into his chest, and he caught you with his arms.

“Woah! Hey.”

His hands cradled your face, making you look up at him. His once sinister and evil eyes had turned soft and loving—along with his face that displayed a worrisome expression for your wellbeing.

“Are you ok?”

You couldn't do anything else but nod. Your mouth trembled, and you were left completely speechless.

The way he looked at you. The way he was gazing into your eyes and then flicked them to your lips and then back up again made it look like he was going to kiss you. He even tilted his head to the side and slowly leaned in. You braced yourself for it, closing your eyes, but before his lips met yours, there was another honk from outside that interrupted your sweet moment. You averted your gaze to the door again in a panic.

You had to leave. You couldn't stay any longer, or you feared that your dad would get suspicious that something wasn't quite right.

“I-I’m sorry, F-Father,” you backed away from him, “I-I have t-to go.”

You quickly walked to the door, unlocked it, and then checked if everything was in order—that there was no evidence of any mischief on you.

With your hand on the handle, you stood for a few seconds contemplating. Contemplating if you should turn around and take a look at him one last time. But you knew if you did, that you’d most likely sprint into his arms and ask him to take you away—away from this hellhole. So you didn’t… you didn’t look back.

You took a deep breath in and out to compose yourself before you walked out the door…

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