🧄⠀ ⠀ㅤ𓂅⠀ ⠀ㅤ.. ⠀ㅤ⠀fem ! reader , woc coded , reader is thick / curvy , reader is able-bodied , bimbo-ish personality from reader , dean nd reader are in an established situationship ( sorry guys but its dean ) , suggestive themes ( mentions of sex ) , s1 / younger ! dean , dean is a perv , reader wears heavy make up ( gloss + mascara ) , terms of endearment ( baby , sweetheart ) ⠀𓈒𓈒⠀ 𝖒inors dni
〝⠀⠀ 🪵 ⠀ ͙ ⠀ radio ⠀ ⠀: ⠀ ⠀ok so i’ve tried my best to write this request . . it’s my first and i’m not really good at that so please nonnie let me if you actually enjoyed this ( with respect ofc <33 ) , thank you !
⠀ 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !
𓍼⠀🐏⠀゛𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏 while you tended to Dean’s wounds. Your limbs held the alcohol soaked pad. While he couldn’t move his eyes away from the ivory french tipped set adorning your fingers, you couldn’t move your eyes from the cut across his cheek. Your mind couldn’t be focused on both your hatred for hunting and seeing Dean hurt.
“Fuck-” You heard him hiss then cuss. Quickly withdrawing your hand from his face you straightened in your position with that cute apologetic look on your face.
“I’m sorry Dean.” Of course he pays more attention to your tits rather than your excuses, hardened nipples kissing the fabric of the bubble gum pink baby tee you’re wearing tonight.
“S’alright sweetheart.” He says as he stands up from the toilet he had been sitting on for the past ten minutes.Your hands already move to try and sit him back down but he’s faster than you and takes a firm grasp of your wrists. “ You don’t need t’do more. I’m alright. ”
He clasps a hand around your waist, bringing your chest to his. You don’t move and your brows furrow. They’re thinner , drawn with the distinctive charcoal black of your pencil. “ But I haven’t put a patch on your wound yet Dee. ”
“ I’m a big boy. Don’t need that crap-”
“ But you’re hurt. ” You insist, battling your lashes at him, your favorite mascara thickened and curled them perfectly. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t resist your puppy brown eyes.
“ I’m gonna be alright, you don’t need to worry. S’just a bruise. ”
“ Last time it wasn't just a bruise. I don’t wanna lose you because you kill ghosts.” Hands flattened against his chest you pushed him away. Since Dean told you about hunting, you became all but pins and needles. And there was nothing you could do about it, no matter how many times you begged him to stop.
“ Sweetheart,” he began while stepping forward. “ We’ve talked about this. Besides, last time ended up really good. Ain’t it ? ”
He offered you that boyish smirk that always managed to charm his way into your panties. The reminiscence fills your mind up with heated images. Hands everywhere on your body, gripping your ass and cupping the fullness of your tits. His tongue flattened on your weeping cunt, lapping at your fold like a starved man while your almond tipped nails held his dirty blonde hairs in your fist—
His limbs slither down to your ass, grabbing a handful through the fabric of your velour track suits pants.
“ I swear baby, s’just a matter of time before I retire. ” He lied. Dean had no intention of stopping. It was his legacy. Besides Sam. Besides baby. That’s all he had. And you of course.
that moment when you finally find time to live, log on tumblr, and write fic after spending two weeks living in the hell called college and working your ass off.
𑣿◞ King!Bucky Barnes x Witch!Reader. Fantasy!AU. I do not consent for my work to be reuploaded or translated. Click here to be added to my taglist. Masterlist
Chapter synopsis: The king wakes up the next day to find that you had not harmed him after all. You part ways, each returning to your respective homes. However, that would not be the last time you met.
Warnings: Violence, death. Possible spelling and grammar mistakes.
A/N: Things are slowly taking shape, and I'm super excited. This Bucky lives in my mind rent-free.
The small cabin had not offered much comfort during the night. There were only a few chairs and two cushions to rest against. The king did not believe it to be wise to fall asleep. Nevertheless, he found himself slipping in and out of consciousness. He thought, at first, that his arm would be an issue, but it was not. Whatever it was you had given him had certainly worked its charms.
Once the first few rays of sun were starting to brush in between the trees of the forest, James blinked a couple of times, adjusting himself once more to the unfamiliar surroundings. The door creaked open, revealing your figure, carrying a satchel.
"Good morning," you prompted, reaching out to grab two red apples from your bag.
"Hello." James reluctantly nodded in greeting, now sitting up straight.
You held the apple out for him. It was bigger and brighter than any apple he had seen before. The king bit into it and was immediately surprised by how plump and juicy the fruit seemed to be. Nothing like he had ever tasted before.
"Thank you." He acknowledged while wiping the droplets of apple juice off his mouth with his thumb. "I made the night, it seems. You did not choose to murder me after all."
"That would be regicide, your Highness. I have no intention of being the crown's worst enemy this early into my life."
"Wisely thought," James quipped back.
Then, you spoke again. "The morning is clear. No raiders in sight, and the sun shines bright. A good moment to leave."
He nodded and stood up. The events of the day before had taken a toll on the usual well-kept appearance of the king. Though tall and broad-shouldered, he looked more tired now than when you had met him. However, he appeared to be more at ease.
James followed you out of the cabin, closing his eyes when the sun hit his eyelids. He was surprised to find his horse waiting for him. Misty huffed eagerly, accepting his touch when he neared his hand. When he looked at the horse's paw, there was no more sign of an injury. Surprising or suspicious, he was unsure.
"I will not forget this, my lady." He stated with the firmness of the noble he was.
You shot him a smile and a nod, and he grabbed the reigns of the horse and galloped away.
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The span between the moment in which the king stepped through the gates of the city and the one in which his friends received him with worried faces was short. It was uncommon for Steve and Sam to hang near that place, particularly that early into the morning. With them was also Sir Torres.
They seemed busy—deep in thought—when they caught sight of their dear friend. They rushed to meet him, their expressions quickly going through worry, confusion and mirth. He had returned at last.
"Bucky? You took your time." Sam exclaimed, followed by Steve.
"What happened? We nearly went out to find you ourselves. Torres rushed back yesterday, saying that you had suddenly run off with your horse."
"Your Highness—I must apologise—" And before the young knight could finish his sentence, James dismissed his worries with a small smile.
"You did nothing wrong, Sir Torres. Please fret not."
James hitched his horse in her usual spot at the stables. "I am unsure of what happened. Misty saw or heard something that scared her, and she ran off. We ended up deep into the woods. If it weren't for this woman… I do not know where I would be now."
His friends tried hard to hide the smirk that crept up on their faces. King James Barnes was an attractive man with no shortage of unwed members of the court making eyes at him, but he kept to himself.
Torres, who had been mostly keeping quiet, spoke up. "You met the lady from the forest? The one with the sweet voice and the healing concoctions? She's delightful. I have seen her a few times during my patrols."
"Have you, now…?"
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Deeper into the forest you walked, to a point in which sunlight was barely visible, for you did not need it. The green grasses glowed, and so did the barks of the trees. Thin lines, with runes and swirls, shone and decorated the nature around you. Such was the realm of the witches.
Your fellow witches—your sisters—were quick to notice your arrival. A couple of them rushed to you. You were often one to wander off, to go on expeditions to analyse the terrain and find supplies, but with all the HYDRA devotees lurking around, they had all the more reason to be worried.
"You are late!" One of them called, rushing to hold you by the arm and inspect for injuries.
"You promised you would be back by dusk—have you no idea how worried we were?" Spoke another one, hands to her hips. "Where have you been?"
"Ease, sisters. I'm quite alright," you spoke calmly. "Just a minor delay, truly. Nothing you should be concerned about. I am unharmed."
Before any further questioning could follow, Wanda stepped in. "Don't go bombarding her with questions now. I'm certain she has her reasons; for now, let's allow her to rest."
They all nodded, and Wanda pulled you to the side.
"You have a lot of explaining to do." Just when you thought you'd be safe, your dearest friend comes with a much more adamant tone than the rest.
You sighed. "I can't lie to you, you know that. I was out, finding some supplies and trying to listen in for information. And then… I found someone. A man."
"A man? In the woods?"
"Yes, Wanda." You closed your eyes and braced yourself for the words that would follow, knowing well it was better to let them out then and there. "Not just any man—it was the king."
"The king!?" She exclaimed loudly. "He did not harm you, did he? I swear if he did, I will—"
"No, no. He was injured, and so was his horse. I helped him."
"Why would you do such a thing? If he discovered you are a witch—" Wanda had to stop herself. There were tales of what happened to witches who got found by the kingdom, and none of them ended up well.
"I don't know. I had to. Besides, with these raids happening all around, we need the king and his troops. We do not know how big this is yet."
She sighed, giving you a hug. "Promise me you were careful."
You nod, hugging her back. "I was."
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Princess Rebecca was almost skipping down the hallways of the castle as she eagerly spoke. "And then I saw Lady Watson and Sir Parker talking by the water fountain. He looked redder than a strawberry. I always knew they were onto something."
James laughed, deep and warm. "Did you now? You are a very clever girl."
"I am, thank you very much. Especially when it comes to this."
The king squeezed his sister's shoulder affectionately. "How about some cake and tea, hm? All that wandering left me hungry, and I heard the cooks had just finished a fresh batch of sweets."
Rebecca beamed with excitement. "Absolutely."
However, before they could reach the dining room, a knight stopped the king. "Your Highness." He bowed his head. "You are needed in the dungeons now. A raider was captured."
James' face hardened with disappointment. "I will be there."
The dungeons were cold, and the firm steps of the king made the prisoners shudder. Nearing the end of the hallway were a few guards, gathered up around a man. When James arrived, they all stepped to the side.
"They tell me you are one of the men who has been raiding the neighbouring villages." He said, with arms crossed.
"That is what your people choose to call me, but you know nothing."
"What do you want? Because it seems to me that you lot have more than enough resources to plot schemes. You do not truly need supplies, do you?"
"I will say nothing," the prisoner insists, scowling.
"It would be wise to talk. I do not take pleasure in using unnecessary violence. Tell me what it is you are up to, and perhaps we might end this conflict peacefully. I will not allow you to further threaten my kingdom and my people."
The raider sat upright. “You’re too blind, too full of yourself, to understand. I will say nothing. Hail HYDRA.” With a crack of his jaw, the man's mouth fills with foam and falls to the floor.
The king's eyes widen in horror. He was starting to realise that the ordeal went much deeper than he had ever expected. "Dispose of the body. I shall call my council."
cw: +18. mdni. ben being called sir. blowjob. deepthroating. drooling. choking. dacryphila. dirty-talking. hair pulling. breath play. petname (dove, angel, pet). praise. swallowing body fluids. kissing.
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Ben's fingers ran through the thick locks of your hair before you felt the sharp tug of his hand to push your head away from his cock. There was tears running down your cheeks; making you look sinful, pretty like a clerestory window, your lips parted like you were about to repent for your sin. The view of your tears only made Ben's cock twitch in your hand. He hissed. "Fuck, look at you, dove. You like sucking on it that bad?" You did.
His fingers tightened their grip on your hair before he pushed your head back down before you could reply; he knew the answer already. Your plush lips parted just to let his bulbous tip on your tongue; the taste of salt, sweat and something so Ben hit your nose. But it wasn't enough for him, and his hand caressed the way down to the back of your neck to push your head. His fat cock slid deeper in your mouth and the muscle of your throat clenched around his tip.
You gagged, hands crawling to grab Ben's hips just to ground yourself as your body squirmed. He must have felt the way your throat tightened as he pulled your head back by tugging on your hair. Drool dripped from your chin, creating a connection from your lips to the tip of his cock. "God, angel. You like when I use that little mouth of yours, mh?" He asked, grabbing his cock with his free hand, and slapped the sticky tip against your lips.
"Yes, sir, I do." You replied only, and your answer bring a smile onto Ben's face. "Suck on it, then." He said, and you nodded, before lowering your head back to let his cock slide inside your mouth. Your lips stretched around his girth, your tongue feeling how heavy he was, the back of your throat tasting his pre-cum. All you wanted was for him to be happy, and so, you pushed deeper until you were deepthroating him again.
Instantly, you gagged; saliva pooling inside your mouth, body squirming to move away but you didn't. Tears rolled down your cheeks, mixing with all the drool on your chin. You pulled your head away, starting to roll your tongue around his cock, pushing onto any veins you felt. Ben grunted, his hand tugging onto the locks of your hair. You took him deeper again, your saliva pooling at the base of his cock and dripping to his balls.
One of your hands moved to grab the sliver of skin you couldn't fit in your mouth again, fingers wrapping around it with the wetness of your spit. Your tongue teased Ben's tip, all while you stroked him. "Such a good little pet, aren't you? Sucking on m'cock like it's a fucking lollipop." At that, he pushed your head down onto his cock again, now controlling the pace. You immediately gagged and choked when his tip hit the back of your throat and your hand moved to grip onto his thigh.
He moved your head up and down, making sure your lips were tight around his cock; and the room was filled with glurgles and sucking noises, the gluck-gluck-gluck of your throat each time he filled your mouth with his fat cock. His tip hit the back of your pharynx, making you gag but Ben didn't seem to care much. He cursed under his breath, mixing each words with a praise for you. You cried deeper, and felt his cock twitch in your mouth as he used it. "I'm almost done pet, can you take it?" He grunted.
Your teary eyes lifted up to look at his face and Ben pushed your head down suddenly, making you still with his cock deeper down your throat. You squirmed and his free hand moved to your face, and only then, he pinched your nose, blocking your airways. You closed your eyes tight at that, and felt his hot cum filling your mouth, so much that it spilled from the corners of your lips and down your chin. You coughed from the lack of air and choked on his cock before he pulled away.
Your drool and tears mixed with his hot semen, slowly leaking down your throat, making a mess of your top. You swallowed what you had left in your mouth as Ben brushed your hair away from your sweaty face. "What a little mess you became. Come here, angel, show me how pretty you are." He said, patting his thigh and you moved to sit on his lap, licking your lips. Ben didn't lose time before pulling you into a kiss, tasting himself through it.
When he pulled away, he seemed proud of himself. "You should say thank you for the meal."
i hate that they cast a handsome actor with good hair as aerion in a knight of the seven kingdoms ’cause i hate him, but i can’t deny that he’s hot and i still wanna punch him.
