Warnings: mentions of scars, SMUTTY SMUT, smutty fluff / fluffy smut (is that a thing?), explicit language, Daryl being inexperienced but at the same time hot as fuck, plot not being the ‘perfect first time’ but overall, I think it’s cute <3; maybe the introduction is a bit weird
English is not my mother language, when there are any mistakes, please let me know <3
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It’s been two weeks since we arrived in Alexandria. Two weeks of warm and comfortable bed sheets and running hot water. Not for Daryl though. He insisted on sleeping on the couch or even just at the patio, his back against the wood, his crossbow in position, always ready to defend himself and everyone he loved. Changing his clothes or getting into the shower, he didn’t even think of.
summary: He leaned closer to you, his lips mere millimeters from yours. “You’re mine, y/n, mine. And nobody’s else’s.”
A sweet giggle left your mouth at something the inferni in front of you said; a dumb, yet entertaining story that you’d been listening to for fifteen minutes straight. Truth be told, you didn’t have the slightest idea of who the man in front of you was, but he surely made your evening a little bit more pleasant, after Aleksander had to go to some kind of “top secret Grisha meeting” and left you alone in the ballroom.
He was supposed to accompany you and make this a great night for both of you, yet, as he always said, “duty called” and he needed to leave. Therefore, you’d made yourself busy talking to people you barely knew, completely oblivious to the fact that your lover had already entered the scene; his eyes staring daggers at you and your new acquaintance, and his hands clutching a glass of wine so tightly, that he almost crushed it.
His jaw clenched and he was sure he’d explode if he stood there for a minute longer, so with a steady pace, he marched over to where you stood; his head high and a confident expression on his face.
“Hello, y/n,” he spoke sedately and coolly, no anger laced in his voice, but as your eyes locked on his, you saw a burning fire of fury in them. “Having fun, I see”
You were about to respond when you felt his hand on your shoulder; not a harsh grip, yet it radiated undoubted power as he pulled you closer to him. The inferni politely averted his gaze, looking in another direction in fear of disrespecting the dark general as Aleksander turned to whisper to you; his teeth grazing your ear.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl tonight, y/n.”
You would’ve lied if you said his words didn’t affect you; actually, his actions shouldn’t have made the wetness between your legs grow as much as it did. Almost in a trance, you let him grab your hand, leading you away from the party; his destination undoubtedly his chambers.
He paid none of the other people any attention, solely focused on opening the door to his room and pushing you inside, before locking the door. It didn’t take him long to grab you by your wrists and push you against a wall, his visibly erected cock lightly pressing against your inner thigh.
“What was that, huh? You thought you could just flirt with a random stranger while I was gone? You thought it was cute to act like a little slut all night?” he leaned closer to you, his lips mere millimeters from yours. “You’re mine, y/n, mine. And nobody’s else’s.”
Before you got the chance to reply, he crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you hungrily and his hands moved to your shoulders. He pushed you in the direction of his bed, biting your lower lip in the process and earning a small moan from you. With a rough movement, he tore off your dress and ripped off one of the straps.
Not that you cared. How could you, when his dark eyes were staring at you with so much passion, his hands working to undress you completely. When you were naked, vulnerable in front of him, he pushed you down on the bed, crawling on top of you with almost a mocking smile, his eyes scanning your body hungrily.
Slowly, Aleksander put his hand up to cup your cheek, tilting his head to the side with a pout. “So beautiful,” he whispered, yet again not failing to make your pussy throb with excitement.
You gasped as the heat of his finger was replaced with cold from his ring touching you, and he smirked at your reaction, dragging the ring painfully slow over your sensitive skin, bringing it down to your neck and pressing down slightly. A hiss left your mouth at the sensation and you closed your eyes, ravishing at the moment.
“Oh, Aleksander,” You breathed when the ring moved downwards, a stripe of coldness on your naked body as his hand made its way down to your breasts, the coolness of his ring mixed with his soft touch making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
He smirked at your reactions to his touch and he ran the ring over your nipples, slowly and calmly, yet making your breath shaky. You felt the strong throbbing between your legs grow by the second, becoming almost unbearable. As you pressed your legs together, Aleksander sent you a smile, bringing the metal ring lower and lower, until he arrived at your lower stomach.
With his hand steady, he moved the ring to your inner thigh, sending a shiver through your body and you left out a shaky breath, grabbing the sheets beside you. The chilling metal was now touching your clit and when he drew a line with it, ever so slightly touching your wetness, you let out an unholy sound; your hips bucked upwards to meet the ring and you yet again moaned at the friction.
“Aleksander, please”
“Please what? Tell me what you want, my star” his tone was confident, mocking, almost, as he spoke.
“Please touch me” you begged him, sending him the most desperate look you could muster, and he smiled at the power you were granting him.
With a chuckle, he pried your legs open, his head centimeters from where you wanted him most. His eyes looked up at you hungrily, before he dived between your legs, his tongue licking a stripe up your cunt. You gasped loudly at the feeling, your hands easily finding their way to his hair and pulling him closer.
You felt his tongue enter you slowly, causing your back to arch and a moan leaving your mouth. It felt like heaven, his mouth working wonders on your pussy, tongue entering and exiting your cunt at a steady pace. Aleksander knew exactly what place to touch, where to be gentle, where to go harsh. His fingers rubbed circles on your clit while he licked you; bringing you closer to the edge with every move.
You were so close; your cunt clenching around his tongue as he touched you, your legs starting to shake, and a feeling of hot ecstasy spreading itself throughout your body. It felt like pure bliss, and you were ready to reach your high, but suddenly Aleksander’s touch disappeared, leaving you hot, bothered, and confused.
“Wha-“
“Patience, my beautiful star,” He spoke with a smile. “Have patience”
You watched him from below as he took off his shirt, then his trousers and underwear, admiring his toned chest and hard member that he stroked a couple of times, before hovering over you again and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue; a mixture of delight and titillation filled your senses.
“Turn around,” Aleksander mumbled between kisses, and you obeyed, breaking the kiss and rolling onto your stomach.
Aleksander’s strong hands grasped your hips, pulling them upwards so you were on all fours and you let out a moan when he pressed his hard cock against your butt. Satisfied with your reaction, he let his hand roughly come in contact with your ass, the spank causing immense rapture to surge through your veins.
You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could utter a word, Aleksander pushed into you from behind, his grip on your hips tightening and sensing waves of pain mixed with bliss throughout your whole body. His ring, which was on his right hand, would probably leave marks on your skin, but truth be told, you didn’t really mind.
He pounded into you at a fast pace, his cock stretching your walls and hitting your favorite spot with each thrust. It was pure euphoria that you felt in that moment, heaven at its finest. As you closed your eyes in pleasure, ravishing in the feeling of him filling you up, Aleksander grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and adding onto your enjoyment.
“Look at you, my star” he breathed as he thrust into you harder. “Taking m’cock so well”
His words worked like an amplifier, strengthening your pleasure as well as his and you clenched around his cock, earning a loud groan from him. His metal ring dug harder into your flesh, maybe even cutting through your skin, but all you felt was unexplainable amounts of ecstasy running through your veins.
With a rough thrust, he pushed you over the edge, finally allowing you to reach your orgasm. A loud moan escaped your mouth as you and Aleksander came at the same time, his seed filling up and his thrusts became sloppier and softer. The bliss of reaching your high washed over you in a wave, causing your whole body to shake.
He pulled out of you, exhausted and panting, just like you, and the two of you collapsed on the bed, falling onto the expensive sheets. Your hot body shivered when Aleksander’s ring yet again came in contact with your skin, this time caressing your lips as he lay on your left, his eyes gazing deeply into yours.
“You’re mine, darling,” he mumbled. “Remember that.”
Making out with Din while sitting on his lap in the cockpit on the Crest like a couple of teenagers (or whatever the Star Wars equivalent of teenager is).
How often does this happen, you ask? Often. Quite often.
You never really had a grasp on just how much you both were missing before you exchanged your marriage vows, officially establishing yourself as his riduur and thus gaining the honor of getting to see his face. It was a moment that can’t be described because no words do it the right amount of justice, and then to share that first kiss—it almost made you both angry because of how incredible it felt, how breathtaking that physical manifestation of your love was, and how much you’ve been missing out on.
So, naturally, you make up for it.
It’s always so desperate because, especially in the initial honeymoon phase, it’s almost all you can think about whenever you’re apart. Din will return from a hunt, yearning to see you first, make sure you’re alright, and then show you his love and how much he missed you with more than words. You’ll see him return, finish putting the baby to bed, and try to keep your smile suppressed when you know what’s to come—both of you now acting like two lovesick teenagers as you practically fly up to where Din’s sitting in the cockpit.
Din can barely manage to get the Crest locked into hyperspace before you take over his view, straddling his lap and helping him to toss the helmet aside before your lips melt together in a beautiful but oh-so desperate way. The rest of the armor can wait until later to be removed—this moment’s too important. Your hands holding his face, his hands securing your waist in place, simply absorbing this feeling and each other and everything you’ve missed. At some point, your hands end up in his hair, and his end up in places you can’t keep track of, and everything feels blurry but it doesn’t matter because you’re both here, sharing this moment, sharing each other.
But then, there’s a coo from the entrance to the cockpit, and you’re separating after a countless amount of time with racing hearts and swollen lips to see the baby standing there with ears drooped low, eyes large and obviously in fear of something. You know he just needs his parents tonight. You’ll look back to Din with a small smile and see the longing in his eyes—you know he wasn’t quite done with you yet—but you’ll just laugh at him and leave a kiss on his nose to urge him to come with you and the baby to bed.
You can’t get too far from the chair, though, before Din reaches out to grab your arm and stop you for a moment, murmuring in a voice much too low for the baby to possibly hear. “This isn’t over,” he’ll insist with a rasp, giving your arm a gentle squeeze before he releases it. You’ll just give him a coy look and continue to the baby, endlessly smiling at the fact that this is your reality now.
It's been a while since I last wrote smut, so I hope I do Zemo justice 💕
Thank you @cherry-season for the Russian pet names.
Seven years is a long time to live without the person you adore most in the world. Not once had you stopped thinking about him though. Baron Helmut Zemo had been on your mind every hour of every day since he was taken from you.
Now, you were lonely, but you could only imagine what he had been through. While you still roamed around on the outside, he was confined to a cell with nothing but his books and his memories for company.
Tonight, while he was here with you, you would give him a far more memorable night than any other. It had been too long and you needed him.
You were tucked up in bed, naked as the day you were born. You didn't plan on messing about, this wasn't going to be a might of just passionate fucking. You were going to make love to him like the world was ending.
Zemo enters the room wearing only his robe. The door closes with a click and he stands with his back to it. His eyes automatically land on you as he stands there.
He was thinking exactly the same thing as you, it would seem. However, you were not about to let him have control.
You hold one hand up, beckoning him over with your finger. His lips curl into a mischievous smirk as he takes purposely slow steps toward the bed. He walks around until he reaches his side, standing there in the low lamp light. His hair is slightly damp and his cologne overwhelms your senses, even from where he stands.
"Great minds think alike."
You grin and sit up slightly, the bedding almost dropping all the way down, but it doesn't. Your bare collarbone is enough for him to know you're not wearing a single thing under there.
"You're overdressed."
"It would seem that way, yes." He pulls lightly on one end of the belt keeping his robe closed. The knot unravels and the belt falls loose, the robe falls open. He was wearing nothing else.
Your eyes travel from his face, down his neck, his chest, all the way down to his very prominent erection.
"Already?"
"Well, when you're all I think about, it's always hard," he gives a sly grin. His eyes focus on how you run your tongue along your bottom lip.
"Get on the bed, my love."
"You're giving me orders?"
"Yes, I am. Get on the bed Helmut."
As Zemo drops the robe to the floor and climbs onto the bed, you throw the sheets off you and get on all fours. You make him lay back, head against the headboard, as you crawl over him. His hands rise to hover over your waist as you bring tour face close to his.
Your nose is overwhelmed by the scent of his cologne and the soap he had used. He smelt good. With slightly parted lips you inhale that scent.
His hands settle on your skin, a need for him to touch you. You settle in his lap and run your hands over his chest. His erection twitching under you. Oh, how could you resist? You roll your hips over him and watches he stutters for a moment. His hand clench at the flesh on your waist.
"You're playing a dangerous game," he hisses quietly against your lips.
"I know. I like danger." You give your hips another roll and kiss him, swallowing the groan he lets out. The kiss is slow, tongues fighting one another. One of his hands trails up your torso to your breast, fondling it harshly. He has you gasping into him.
"How do you like it?" He growls, catching your bottom lip between his teeth.
"I love it, but I'm having my way with you," you say, grabbing his hand and bringing it down to your clit. "Put those fingers to good use, Baron."
His claims your lips again. His fingers work their magic. It starts with just one finger rubbing at your entrance, prodding at you, getting you to squirm in his lap. When you roll your hips over him a third time, he inserts it into you. You have to break the kiss to moan. You look him in the eye with a slight glare. He smirks.
With one hand, you dig your fingers into his hair and pull his head back, you go in to kiss his bare neck, but use your teeth to nibble at him instead. In response, his finger slides in and out of you quicker. You're most likely leaving a mark or two on him.
You lick over the bite mark and sit back up. His lust filled gaze is on you again. He inserts a second finger and try to bite back the groan. It doesn't matter either way, the rise and fall of your chest tells him all he needs to know about what he's doing to you.
"Faster." You groan into his ear.
He pumps his finger faster into you. Your other hand, runs over the hair on his chest, making its way down to his aching erection. Your fingers curl around him and you feel his fingers halt for a second.
His head is tilt back, his eyes staring right at you, lips parted. You run your thumb along his length to test his reaction. You see the way he glares at you. He's begging you with his eyes to do something. Agonisingly slowly, you pump your hand up and down the length of him.
"Don't stop on your end."
He does not play nicely. At the speed his fingers are moving, you're finding it very hard to focus on what you're doing. You can't let him take back full control. You squeeze him, rubbing the tip with your thumb. He slows down. You find your rather again, speeding it up slowly. Painfully slow.
"Y/N." He gives off a warning tone, but you're not paying attention to his voice.
He has to stop pleasuring you because of what you're doing to him. All of a sudden you're speeding up and building up the pressure.
"Y/N!"
You stop. His chest is rising and falling quickly. He goes to grab at your hips again, but tour grab his wrists and push his hands down. You lift your bottom off his lap, letting his erection standing there without anything to rub against. The cool air on his penis makes him feel all the worse.
"No touching," you warn him.
You let go of his hands and pleasure yourself right in front of him. You use one hand on his shoulder as support as the other is busy focusing in yourself.
All Zemo can do is watch.
A part of him wants to take you here and now, but the rest of him is enjoying the show you're putting on for him. He can't resist breaking the rules a little bit. His hand covers your breast, rolling his palm over your nipple. You glare at him, but don't make a move to stop him.
The knot in your stomach tightens. You keep going, pumping those fingers in and out, in and out. You tilt your head back and feel his hand on your breast squeeze.
You soak your fingers as you ride out your first orgasm of the night. When you've come down from your high, you remove your slick fingers from your clit and settle on his lap again. Zemo's erection pokes at your tummy.
"Want a taste?"
His hand is around your wrist in seconds. He brings your hand to his lips and instantly shoves then into his mouth. He sucks on each digit, his tongue running over each finger. The warm wetness of his mouth already turning you on again. You pull your fingers from his mouth slowly.
"Delicious," he licks his lips.
"I wonder how you taste."
You crawl backwards until your face is level with his crotch. He can only watch as you poke your tongue out to lick the tip of his dick. It sends a shiver down his spine. His hands clutch as the sheets on either side of him.
To really make the torment last, you lick along the underside, slowly. The pace you were torturing him with was painfully slow. You were playing with him and he hated it as much as he loved it.
You take the head into your mouth, sucking lightly to start with. He groans, but it's more out of impatience than pleasure. The way you're looking at him tells him you know what you're doing to him.
"Perhaps we should get to main event, my darling?"
You sit up, using your hand to attend to him instead.
"Are you enjoying the attention I'm giving to you?"
Zemo sits up some more, trying to ignore what you're doing to him. He reaches out for you. You let him, deciding to give him a free pass right now. He pulls you back up the bed so you're basically draped over him again, he claims your lips in a hungry kiss.
"I'm done playing games," he growls against your lips.
You kiss him again and situate yourself over his erection. You tease him a little further by rolling your hips over him again, this time with a little more pressure. He groan that escapes his mouth sounds more like a warning this time around.
"котенок."
"What does that mean?"
"Give me what I want and I'll tell you."
"I was suppose to be the one in control here," you mutter, glaring pathetically at him.
"Oh, I'm giving you control, Schatz, but let the wolf have some fun too."
"Any other pet names you to get out before I fuck you senseless?"
Zemo lets out a deep rumble of laughter.
"Mon amour. Anima mia. дорогая."
"OK, I get it. You can speak more languages than I can." You roll your eyes.
"Which one turns you on the most?" He asks, grinning smugly at you.
"All of them."
You align yourself perfectly and take him slowly. His hands on you hips will later definitely leave bruises on you. Once you've taken as much of him as you can, you sit there smugly. Your stubbornness to rile him up is working. Zemo gives a little thrust.
"Ride, my love."
You bring his lips to yours in another hungry kiss, starting slow. The pressure he is applying to your hips with his hands really is indicating he is done with your shit, but the more impatient he is, the more joy you get out of it.
You ride him a little faster. The kissing gets sloppy as he tries to match your quick pace. When you reach the perfect pace, where he hits the right spot, you tip your head back as you clench around him. His grunts and groans are much quieter compared to your own, but you know you're giving him what he wants.
Play time was over.
You look at him as you bounce up and down on his cock in utter bliss. His half lidded eyes are on you and he grins. You can't help but reach up and caress his cheek, he leans into the touch. His arms snake around you and pull you as close to him as possible. He buries his nose into your hair, inhaling the beautiful scent that is simply you. His teeth graze along your neck, the sensation causing you to clench against him further.
"Oh~ The things you do to me," he groans right into your ear.
His sharp thrusts are getting a little hard to keep up with as you lose yourself completely to him. Your nail claw down his bare back as your moans grow in volume.
The knot in your stomach is growing tighter. You practically push Zemo back against the headboard and take hold of his shoulders again as you focus all your attention on riding him hard and fast.
You can barely focus on his hazy gaze. The knot becomes too tight to bare and it's his name that breaks past your lips as you cum all over his cock. A few more sharp snaps from him and you feel him fill you to the brim. You feel every twitch, every drop, inside you.
You sink against his chest. His arms encasing you against him. He presses kisses to the shell of your ear, his pants fluttering your hair. He lets out a little chuckle.
"What's so funny?" You whisper, eyes closed and hand brushing through his dark hair.
"Nothing. I was just wondering who enjoyed that more?"
You chuckle softly.
"Was it worth the wait?"
"More so." He lifts his face from your neck and looks at you. He kisses you softly, savouring the taste of you. You smile, lifting your head away from his.
"I should get off you now."
"I'm not complaining," he mutters quietly.
"Well, maybe we can stay like this a little longer." You rest your against his shoudler, lips brushing against his neck gently. He settles his head against yours and closes his eyes.
He relishes in your warmth. It's going to be a little messy when he pulls out of you, so he will savour this moment of comfort before he starts cleaning up after the pair of you.
The reader begging for a snack she's craving and her partner just drops everything and buys them the entire stock in the store.
you huffed and closed the cabinet door rather roughly, grabbing a water and heading back up the stairs and flopped on your bed. you pulled out your phone and unlocked it, chris leaning against the doorframe. you looked over your phone and he smiled, laying down behind you.
“is there a reason you slammed the cabinet?” he mumbled against your neck and you sighed, locking your phone and flipping over to your other side, facing chris with your leg in between his. your fingers followed his eyebrows and the edge of his beard.
“we have no more cheez-its, and i was really craving them. i’m sorry for slamming it, i didn’t realize it was that loud” chris nodded and kissed you softly, getting up and sliding on his shoes. “what’re you doing?” chris didn’t answer, just gave you a smile, giving you a quick kiss before leaving the room.
you got up and wrapped the blanket around you, opening the bedroom door and looking around the house. not a peep in the house except for dodger snoring on the couch. you pout and open your texts with chris, texting him a few times, but you never got a response.
“dodge, come here handsome” he perked up and came running, jumping on the bed and snuggling with you as you turned on the tv. you clicked on one of your favorite movies to watch when there’s nothing else, dodger’s head on your stomach as he went back to snoring. you smoothed your hand over his head and ears as you watched the tv.
a half an hour passed and the front door closed. you and dodger both sat up, heading downstairs to see chris heading to the kitchen. “chris, where the hell did you g- oh my god” you covered your mouth with your hands, laughing into them at you stared at the many, many boxes of cheez-its sprawled on your kitchen table. “chris..”
“you said you were really craving cheez-its! so i bought all of the boxes that were left” chris smiled proudly and you walked over with your bottom lip poking out, running your hands up his chest and holding his face.
“i would’ve been great with 2 boxes, not the whole row! but i really, really appreciate this, chris. i love you” you smile and kiss him slowly, chris rubbing your back as he kissed you.
“i love you more. now you won’t run out of cheez-its for a very long time” he said against your mouth and you laugh, grabbing a box. “wanna go watch a movie and eat some cheez-its?”
“you better grab your own box! i’m not sharing mine!” you smile and he rolled his eyes, kissing your cheek and the three of you heading upstairs and snuggled in the bed with your boxes of cheez-its.
with Fury denying Bucky the chance to stay to monitor you, he and the rest of the avengers are forced to go on a mission leaving you alone. if only they new the dire consequences that decision would enforce. (2.3k)
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“Look, you’re all going, no excuses.” Fury states as he stands before the Avengers all sat around the conference table with furrowed brows.
Bucky sighs to himself, thinking about you sat down in that lab alone, still unsure of what is even happening like everyone else.
“But Sir,” Steve speaks up, all eyes turn to him as Fury raises a brow as to whom is questioning him. “Y/n isn’t just someone, she needs protecting.” He reasons, but Fury exhales deeply.
“Mr Rogers, let me make this clear,” Fury steps forward. “I don’t give a damn.”
“You should.” Bucky mutters under his breath as his arms remain crossed over his chest, barely able to stop his leg from bouncing up and down.
“What was that, Sargent?” Fury quips.
Lifting his head, Bucky coldly stares at Fury, ignoring Steve’s silent pleas for him to back down. “You should care who she is, as she matters to me.” Bucky bluntly states.
“As I said, Sargent, I don’t give a damn.” Fury reiterates his point. “Stark hired her, she went through every background check there is. She’s perfectly fine here, do I make myself clear?”
No one dares to speak up as Fury turns his attention to Maria Hill standing beside him.
“Get the jet ready, they can finish briefing on the way.” Fury tells Hill.
Maria nods as she places her earpiece back on. “Yes, Sir.” She walks out of the room and Fury follows.
“We can talk more about this situation when you return.” Fury comments before exiting the room, leaving the team sat in tense silence as the thought of you lingers on all their minds.
“So that’s it?” Sam asks as Tony rises to his feet, not daring to look up at Bucky or Steve.
“You heard Fury, we’ve got a job to do.” Tony explains, knowing there’s no use trying to argue any further. “Come on, the sooner we go the sooner we can get back.”
with Fury denying Bucky the chance to stay to monitor you, he and the rest of the avengers are forced to go on a mission leaving you alone. if only they new the dire consequences that decision would enforce. (2.3k)
(anything in bold/italics are flashbacks/memories!)
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(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website without being credited, it has not been approved to be shared by me. all rights reserved.)
PART ONE . PART TWO . PART THREE . PART FOUR . PART FIVE . PART SIX
(also thank you again and again for the love and excitement for this series - i am loving the writing process and there are now two chapters left!)
“Look, you’re all going, no excuses.” Fury states as he stands before the Avengers all sat around the conference table with furrowed brows.
Bucky sighs to himself, thinking about you sat down in that lab alone, still unsure of what is even happening like everyone else.
“But Sir,” Steve speaks up, all eyes turn to him as Fury raises a brow as to whom is questioning him. “Y/n isn’t just someone, she needs protecting.” He reasons, but Fury exhales deeply.
“Mr Rogers, let me make this clear,” Fury steps forward. “I don’t give a damn.”
“You should.” Bucky mutters under his breath as his arms remain crossed over his chest, barely able to stop his leg from bouncing up and down.
“What was that, Sargent?” Fury quips.
Lifting his head, Bucky coldly stares at Fury, ignoring Steve’s silent pleas for him to back down. “You should care who she is, as she matters to me.” Bucky bluntly states.
“As I said, Sargent, I don’t give a damn.” Fury reiterates his point. “Stark hired her, she went through every background check there is. She’s perfectly fine here, do I make myself clear?”
No one dares to speak up as Fury turns his attention to Maria Hill standing beside him.
“Get the jet ready, they can finish briefing on the way.” Fury tells Hill.
Maria nods as she places her earpiece back on. “Yes, Sir.” She walks out of the room and Fury follows.
“We can talk more about this situation when you return.” Fury comments before exiting the room, leaving the team sat in tense silence as the thought of you lingers on all their minds.
“So that’s it?” Sam asks as Tony rises to his feet, not daring to look up at Bucky or Steve.
“You heard Fury, we’ve got a job to do.” Tony explains, knowing there’s no use trying to argue any further. “Come on, the sooner we go the sooner we can get back.”
with Fury denying Bucky the chance to stay to monitor you, he and the rest of the avengers are forced to go on a mission leaving you alone. if only they new the dire consequences that decision would enforce. (2.3k)
(anything in bold/italics are flashbacks/memories!)
masterlist / permanent taglist
- i also have an etsy shop and will be releasing wandavision themed items real soon! -
(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website without being credited, it has not been approved to be shared by me. all rights reserved.)
PART ONE . PART TWO . PART THREE . PART FOUR . PART FIVE . PART SIX
(also thank you again and again for the love and excitement for this series - i am loving the writing process and there are now two chapters left!)
“Look, you’re all going, no excuses.” Fury states as he stands before the Avengers all sat around the conference table with furrowed brows.
Bucky sighs to himself, thinking about you sat down in that lab alone, still unsure of what is even happening like everyone else.
“But Sir,” Steve speaks up, all eyes turn to him as Fury raises a brow as to whom is questioning him. “Y/n isn’t just someone, she needs protecting.” He reasons, but Fury exhales deeply.
“Mr Rogers, let me make this clear,” Fury steps forward. “I don’t give a damn.”
“You should.” Bucky mutters under his breath as his arms remain crossed over his chest, barely able to stop his leg from bouncing up and down.
“What was that, Sargent?” Fury quips.
Lifting his head, Bucky coldly stares at Fury, ignoring Steve’s silent pleas for him to back down. “You should care who she is, as she matters to me.” Bucky bluntly states.
“As I said, Sargent, I don’t give a damn.” Fury reiterates his point. “Stark hired her, she went through every background check there is. She’s perfectly fine here, do I make myself clear?”
No one dares to speak up as Fury turns his attention to Maria Hill standing beside him.
“Get the jet ready, they can finish briefing on the way.” Fury tells Hill.
Maria nods as she places her earpiece back on. “Yes, Sir.” She walks out of the room and Fury follows.
“We can talk more about this situation when you return.” Fury comments before exiting the room, leaving the team sat in tense silence as the thought of you lingers on all their minds.
“So that’s it?” Sam asks as Tony rises to his feet, not daring to look up at Bucky or Steve.
“You heard Fury, we’ve got a job to do.” Tony explains, knowing there’s no use trying to argue any further. “Come on, the sooner we go the sooner we can get back.”
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- By The Lake - 08.06.16
- Baby Steps - 08.12.16
- Help Me - 08.13.16
- Nightmares - 08.15.16
- Slytherin Outcast - 08.19.16
- Insomniac - 08.21.16
- Bet - 08.22.16
- Kiss Me In The Morning Part One / Part Two - 08.17.16 / 08.24.16
- Tangled - 08.26.16
- Something New - 08.28.16
- Taking Sides Part One / Part Two - 08.30.16 / 09.08.16
- Work It Out - 09.03.16
- Love at First Sight - 09.06.16
- Hold Me - 09.14.16
- Something More - 09.20.16
- Unexpected - 09.22.16
- Broken Pieces - 10.07.16
- Yule Ball - 10.31.16
- Just Once - 11.01.16
- Adoration / Part Two - 11.27.16 / 05.27.17
- Birthday Boy - 06.04.17
- Dibs - 07.20.17
- Heaven - 09.09.18
- Better - 10.04.18
- R.E.M - 11.12.18
- boyfriend - 08.05.19
- sweetener - 08.06.19
- ghostin - 08.10.19
- snowflake - 09.13.19
- make up - 09.17.19
- December 24th - 12.25.19
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- You - 04.26.20
“okay Y/N tell us.” your dormmate dani slurs excitedly from beside you. “how is you and weasleys sex life?”
you blush as soon as her question hits you and the group of girls surrounding you let out drunken, and in your opinion, slightly immature squeals.
it’s a cold friday night in october, which normally meant one thing. a girls night. a chance to catch up on any gossip you’ve missed throughout the week and let your hair down. it was the weekend after all.
however, this coupled up with a few glasses of firewhisky made the girls ask uncomfortable questions and it just so happened that this time they were directed at you.
“oh my!” another giggles. “she’s blushing! what are you hiding Y/N?”
“nothing!” you exclaim and reach forward to pour everyone some more firewhisky in the hopes to distract them.
“you liar!” she leans forwards and prods you in the ribs teasingly.
you make eye contact with another of your roommates, ruby, who’s sitting on the floor against her bed and looking more bored with the conversation than anything. for a second you hope she’s going to butt in and bring up something else.
instead she scoots forward so she’s sitting nearer the group. “i can tell you why she won’t tell.”
all the other girls eyes move to her, giving her the utmost attention they could muster in their tipsy states. even you are listening intently, curious to what she has to say.
“it’s obvious. they’re into all that kinky stuff.”
you had to bite your lip to stifle a laugh. of course she would come out with something like that.
the truth was you had no idea if fred was into “all that kinky stuff.” your sex life was basically non-existant. it wasn’t that you didn’t want to, you did but you were a virgin and fred, although a notorious prankster was a gentleman and he never pushed anything.
the girls erupted into laughter once more, one going as far as to knock over her glass.
“see what did I tell you!” she leans forward, her chin resting on her hand. “give us the specifics then.”
“it’s not that. we haven’t ever done anything like that.” you’re suddenly very interested in picking at the ends of your pyjama bottoms so you don’t have to look at them. “like at all.”
silence fills the room and you hear someone pouring themselves another drink.
“why not?” one asks and you look up to see them all looking at you. you had expected them to be judgemental about it but they all looked rather sympathetic. “you guys have been together for like nearly a year.”
“yeah since the yule ball.” you reply, abandoning your glass and taking the entire bottle of firewhisky instead. “what if he’s not attracted to me?”
“yeah right!” ruby says, voice coming out slightly muffled due to the fact she had started tucking into a box of honeydukes chocolates. “you’re gorgeous.”
the rest of them hum in agreement and silence falls again. you think back to the night before, when everyone had went up to bed and it had left you and fred alone in the common room. one thing had lead to another and before you knew it you were straddling him on the couch, his mouth leaving trails of kisses down your neck. You had felt him then, hard underneath you and even though you had the urge to rock your hips against his the firm grip he had on you had stopped you from doing anything.
“listen.” dani reaches forward and gives you a reassuring pat on the arm. “if you want to have sex with him, just tell him. i bet he wants to but just doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“yeah you’re right.” you smile at her then bend forwards to steal a chocolate.
summary: you and bucky have been flirting and screwing around for months now, after seeing him getting frisky with someone else, you decide to do the same and bucky’s just about had enough.
a/n: hello! my first nsfw fic is up! honestly, i am such a simp for bucky, so yes here goes, i hope you all enjoy it!
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“(Y/N) you ready?” Natasha asked as you took one last look at yourself in the mirror before deciding to put on the red lipstick that you had gotten a few weeks ago, the colour complimenting your dress of the same shade perfectly.
“Coming!” you replied as you quickly smoothed out your dress, slipping on your heels as you headed out your room, your door closing behind you with a soft click.
“Damn, someone’s gonna get laid tonight”. The redhead adds and you shrug, “That’s what this dress is for Nat”. the two of you laughed as you headed towards the lift, the doors to it sliding open. Tony being Tony had decided to hold a party for Bucky’s birthday, well you were pretty sure his exact words were, “Barnes’s a hundred and four, that’s worth celebrating,” though you were more convinced that it was just another way for the billionaire to have a party, after all, what’s Tony without a party.
The music was already pounding through the speakers as soon as you and Natasha walked in, it was so loud you swore the walls were shaking alone with the floor that looked like it was going to break anytime soon with the throngs of half-drunk people that were on it.
“Nice to see you two finally came”. Tony says as soon as you settled on the bar stool.
“Was I supposed to say no?” you retort playfully as he snorts, bringing his glass of whiskey to his lips.
“Like you would, you’re here for the birthday boy,” He adds.
“Nope, I’m here because there’s an open bar and I don’t get drunk enough.”
“That wasn’t what you said last week when capsicle caught you both banging like rabbits in the quinjet”.
“We didn’t bang like-“
“What?!? You and Barnes are fucking?” Natasha cuts in, clearly shocked at the newfound information that Tony had ever so kindly provided.
Thank god for Tony Stark.
“Shut up” you were answered with Tony’s laughter and a reply of “use protection” before the billionaire walks off, joining Pepper at the table.
“You didn’t tell me you and Bucky screwed” Natasha pipes up as she easily finishes her martini, raising her hand for another.
“It was a onetime thing Nat” you said in exasperation, shooting your friend a glare when she wriggles her eyebrows suggestively.
“How’s he in bed?”
“Nat, I swear to god-“
“Beer can or carrot stick?”
“Romanoff!”
“Okay, fine. How many times?”. You groan and before you could let out a string of colourful vocabulary, Natasha was gone, a knowing smirk on her face as she heads towards Sharon, who was seated with Wanda, and when you saw the giant grins on their faces, you knew that your secret wasn’t exactly one anymore.
You raised your hands asking for shots, shit, it was a terrible mistake to have allowed a certain blue eyes soldier to get into your pants. The two of you had been flirting for god knows how many months, at first it was simple, a little too many pick-up lines, nicknames and jokes, then as time passed, fleeting touches followed suite and so did the knowing glances, the way the two of you eyed each other during meetings, the tension only grew.
And before you knew it, he had crashed his lips unto yours when it was just the two of you in the jet, the brunette making up an excuse of having to go through report protocol with you, waiting for the rest of the team to leave before he had you pinned up against the wall, lips pressed on yours and his hands wandering your frame, tugging at the leather suit that clung to your frame.
“You want this don’t you princess?” he had growled in your ear as he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his well-built waist as he plunges balls deep into you, you couldn’t come up with any reply, moans of pleasure falling from your lips as he thrust into you, his mouth leaving hot, open kisses on your neck and shoulders, your skin burning up as you dug your nails into his shoulder, his groans doing nothing but egg you on as you moved in sync.
You were so close to coming undone when the door opened and the poor Captain had walked in, wanting to add on to the mission’s report only to have the scene of Bucky, his pants half way down his legs as he practically pounds into your dripping cunt, your tits bouncing and your face contorted in pleasure as you hung on for the ride.
Needless to say, Steve was scarred, you had scrambled to put on your suit with Bucky chuckling in the background as he watched you try to come up with an excuse for your, well, state.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You decide to give Bucky a ride when an agent shows your man too much attention.
Word Count: Roughly 1,297
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, slight jealousy, possessive behavior, porn with feels, swearing. It’s porn.
18+ Please!!!
This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own
No one asked for this. I just wanted the reader to take Bucky for a ride. Enjoy!
You were a rational person. That’s what you told yourself. You were also understanding. That was a good quality. But you weren’t jealous. That wasn’t like you at all.
Summary: Bucky might not have completed the mission, but he’s going to make sure he meets his goal of taking care of you. After all, he always does a good job when it comes to pleasing you. Nothing makes him happier
Gif by @sebastianruinedme
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Word count: 1.7K
Warnings: Smut, Oral (fem receiving) fingering, possessive Bucky, hint of exhibitionism kink, praise kink, minors DNI
A/n requested.
Betad by the talented @whisperlullaby but all mistakes are my own.
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Bucky is in a mood. He’s been in a mood for the past day. The kind that has Sam seriously considering ways to murder him and get away with it. The mission was a failure, and it was partially his fault. He’s tired, aggravated, and above all he misses you. He can feel the tension weighing him down and at this point, the only thing keeping him motivated is the fact that you’re waiting for him.
He gazes up at the night sky, taking in a deep breath of the fresh cool spring air. Lacing his fingers behind his head, he silently counts to ten in an effort to will some of his frustrations away before he reaches you.
The private jet is a few feet ahead of him, and he sees your face through the window. He can make out your eyes moving around the area, he knows you’re probably unable to spot him in the dark. Needing another minute, Bucky restarts his countdown, listening to the crunch of Sam’s shoes on the gravelly tarmac.
And it hits him. You’re searching for him. Missing him, too. That does things to him he cant begin to comprehend.
“Hey, Sam,” he calls out, not looking back at his friend.
“Yeah.”
“Give me twenty minutes,” Bucky responds gruffly, breaking into a light jog. He doesn’t care if Sam or anyone else follows or not, all he can think about is you waiting for him.
After all this time, you still wait for him, still love him despite his flaws and baggage. It’s something he will never take for granted. He needs you so badly right now, even if it’s just a taste.
You sit back in your seat with an impatient sigh. It’s been a few hours since Bucky’s last check-in, and your finger keeps hovering over the send button on your phone. You want to reach out but you don’t want to distract him or worse, since he might be undercover and could have forgotten to turn his phone off, you couldn’t handle knowing you blew his cover because of an “I miss you” text.
You delete the message and toss your phone on the chair across from you. Staring out the window again, you squint your eyes, wondering if you’re imagining the shapes on the tarmac. You think one is moving towards you, but it’s hard to see anything in the pitch-black darkness.
Bucky eases the door open, shutting it behind him, setting the lock in place with a soft click. Padding silently across the small space, he crouches beside your chair. “Hi, Doll.”
Turning your head with a startled shriek, you swing a punch at his head. Bucky grabs your hand with an amused smile, his first real one since he left you two days ago.
“Damn, sweet girl, usually we have a little foreplay before getting to the rough stuff,” he jokes. His eyes taking in your beautiful face, wondering how he got so lucky to have you.
“Oh my god,” you cry out, throwing yourself on him, your body hanging over the armrest. “Bucky, honey, I missed you so much. Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened-.”
Bucky releases your fist, cupping the back of your head, “I’m fine doll, I’m fine,” he murmurs, “I’m good now,” his lips finding yours. Warm, soft, and welcoming. How are you so soft?
Disclaimer: This is an 18+ Masterlist with LOTS of nsfw content, therefore if you are under the age of 18 or don’t feel comfortable with *cough cough* smut, this masterlist isn’t for you, honey.
You guys keep asking for a masterlist so I decided to finally make one even though I feel like I should have more writings but oh well I’ll add along as I go :
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