18+ ONLY, She/Her, nomad!steve is hottest steve, also itâs not really recs since I have no followers. Itâs mainly a place to store works I love and maybe someday promote some really talented writers. Dark fics can be found at rues-dark-recs
In ADKOL, would Andy ever spank reader? Just the thought of soft-dom Alpha Lawyer Daddy does things to me⊠đ„”đ„”
Oh for sure.
She may squawk and fight it, calling for Jake but her Beta loves when Andy wrangles her over his lap and lays into her until she's a squirming/crying mess. She's so wet after he can just slide right in.
The Lesson
Summary: Andy wants to teach you a lesson in respect but Jake has other ideas on how to make sure you remember your punishment. [A/B/O dynamics, spanking, light humiliation, anal play, and explicit sex (double penetration), 18+ only]
Pairing: Alpha!Andy x Fem Omega!Reader x Beta!Jake
Word Count: 1.3K
Authorâs Note: This is part of my âA Different Kind of Loveâ verse and all characters are in an established relationship and have pre negotiated their kinks. I keep saying I won't answer every ask in my inbox with a drabble, but here we are. The hoe-ly spirit overcame me and I wrote this filth in 30 minutes. Thank you @whisperlullaby and @whoknowsanymore124 for betaâing.
"Andy!" You shriek. "What are you doing? Stop it." Your Alpha ignores you, hand wrapped tightly around your neck as he wrestles you over his knees. You squirm, feet kicking out but you're not a match for his strength. "It was a joke," you plead. "I thought it would be funny. "
"Be still." It's an Alpha command and your body freezes, a slight tremor passing through your muscles. He flips up your dress, groping your ass before yanking your underwear down. When you look up you spy Jake in the doorway. Even though his expression is serious you feel his desire curl through the bond. Anticipation and want make you clench around nothing.
"If you insist on acting like a child, you'll be treated like one."
You whine.
"How many do you think sounds fair, Jake?" Andy asks.
"At least 10," your Beta replies, entering the room. You feel his fingertips pass over the swell of your ass, dipping between your cheeks to tease the tight ring hidden from view. "But I think to really hammer home the lesson, she needs a little extra reminder."
"What did you have in mind?" Andy asks.
Instead of answering, Jake pads to the other side of the room and opens the bedside table. Whatever he gets makes Andy chuckle. You try to twist and see what they're discussing but Andy grasps the back of your neck and forces your head forward. All you can see are his shoes and the carpet. When you whine both men ignore you.
"You can do the honors," Andy allows.
Jake's excitement spikes through the bond. The beginning of Andy's erection presses into your stomach, making your cunt flutter and ache. Whatever they plan to do has both of your mates incredibly turned on. You may not be looking forward to the spanking but you know you're sure to like whatever comes after.
"Relax, Omega," Andy commands. He spreads your cheeks and you jump at the sensation of cool gel running down the crack of your ass. You moan a second later when Jake's finger prods your asshole and he works a thick digit inside. You roll your hips unconsciously, seeking more. Andy stops the movement with a hard smack on your upper thighs.
"Add a second," Andy instructs.
You're not quite ready but your Alpha's desire overrides everything else in the bond. You cry out as Jake works another finger in beside the first and scissors you open. It burns, pleasure mixing with the pain. He works his fingers in and out of your ass, a low purr rumbling from his chest as you practically hump Andy's thigh. Something tight coils in your gut but right when you think you might actually come from this, Jake withdraws and something cold and hard replaces his fingers.
"I love this one. It's my favorite," Andy notes.
Jake eases the large plug into your ass. It slips inside, your hungry channel swallowing it whole until the tapered base stops it from going further. You feel full, squirming in Andy's lap, desperate for relief.
"I think 10 should do it," Jake says, stepping away.
He kneels beside your face, smoothing his hand over your head. "Doing so good for us, Omega." He praises.
At the first strike of Andy's hand, you yelp, skin on fire but it's the sensation that travels through the plug that makes you gasp. It's an incredible feeling and you find yourself desperate for him to hit you again.
"Please, Alpha. Again."
Andy obliges, striking your backside at different intervals and positions. Sometimes it just hurts, the sharp sting of flesh while other times he strikes closer to the plug and you're filled with that desperate need to come again. They can both feel how close you are and whenever you're hovering on the precipice Andy finds a new spot to spank. Once he reaches ten he stops.
"I bet she's soaked," Andy notes. "See if I'm right, Jake."
Andy shifts and Jake pries your thighs apart, shoving his big hand between them. He drags out the wetness he finds to circle your bud tenderly. You're soaking, cunt squelching when he adds a second finger and fucks you slowly. You moan, biting down your bottom lip as he continues to touch you.
"Stop."
Jake ignores your Alpha, intent and needy to have you come but Andy rips his hand away with a growl. "Do you want to be next?" Andy asks.
A bubble of amusement bursts through the haze of desire but Jake tamps it down quickly. "No."
All three of you know he's lying.
"You still have five more to go," Andy says.
"You said 10," you gasp, looking over your shoulder at him.
"Well, your Beta earned you another five. Now be a good girl and turn around, take your punishment."
You do what he asks, trembling. Andy brings his palm down harder than before and you sob. Each strike hits the plug head-on. You come in a haze of pain and pleasure, cunt aching to be filled as it clenches around nothing. Your hips rise and fall. You gulp air and groan again when someone twists the plug and more pleasure races through your shot nerves. Before you can recover Andyâs pulling you to stand.
"Help me get her on the bed," he says.
You can feel how much he wants to be inside you, his cock throbbing with need. They strip you together and Andy climbs on the bed. Jake guides you to straddle him. Andy lines you up and pulls your hips down hard, making you take him inside with a single movement. He fills you beautifully and your eyes flutter closed.
"Come here," Andy instructs, pulling you flush against his chest. His arms wrap around your shoulder and you tuck your head into his neck.
Jake strokes the swell of your ass and then pulls the plug free to replace it with his cock. He's bigger than the toy and it takes him a moment to work himself fully inside. Once his hips are flush with your ass you hiss, skin sensitive from the spanking Andy gave you. They give you no room to pull away or escape their touch. You feel incredibly full, sated. You want to relish this feeling but Andy and Jake begin to rock into you, their movements disjointed and desperate. There's no rhythm you can follow, your body jostled between them as they sate their desire.
"Fuck," Jake groans, pressing a line of messy kisses down your back. "Squeeze me, fuck yes. Harder," he growls. You clamp down around him and he moans.
Below you Andy fucks up into you relentlessly, mind solely focused on knotting you. You bite his throat and he tenses under you, coming in a hot wave as his knot locks into place. Behind you Jake picks up the pace, becoming frantic as he pounds into you harder and harder. The motion pulls on Andy's knot. You whine and your Alpha growls. Jake keeps going until he finally stills with a shout, filling your ass with his cum.
The three of you slump together, a mess of sweaty limbs. Even though your body aches all you can feel is satisfied and sleepy. You want them to stay inside you forever but eventually Jake pulls away, a trickle of cum leaking out.
"Shh," he soothes, working the plug back into place. "I know you want to be full of me, baby."
Andy gently rolls you off of him as his knot deflates. By then Jake returns and carefully cleans the mess between your thighs. "Not a bad punishment," he whispers. "I think our plan worked pretty well, huh?"
You nod sleepily at him, sharing a messy kiss.
"I hope you learned your lesson, Omega," Andy says, petting your head.
"Mmmm, I think I have," you agree, meeting Jake's gaze over Andy's shoulder.
Sometimes your Beta has the best plans.
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Bucky Barnes is the pig that broke your best friend's heart. So why haven't you blocked him yet?
Content Warning: Frat!Bucky x Reader, fucking when they really shouldn't, arrogant asshole!bucky, flirting, mature themes, smut (penetrative sex, dirty talk, degradation kink, creampie).
"What a prick!" Lila yells as the four of you burst into the apartment, drunk and exhausted.
"He's such a bastard," Jaya seethes, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Yeah," You chime in, sitting next to Lila on the couch. "Bucky is a pig who's only interested in sex. You deserve so much better."
"I could've punched him because of the shit he was saying," Christiana grumbles bitterly, sitting on the couch opposite you. "He was saying that he bets Lila already has a line of guys waiting for her; basically implying that she was the disloyal one."
"He's honestly the worst," Jaya mutters with a huff.
"He's so annoying," You complain with an eye-roll, rubbing Lila's back comfortingly.
"And," Christiana begins, leaning forward. "He was all, 'Y/N looks hot'- like, what?"
That takes you aback. While the girls complain, you sit in shock. Bucky Barnes thinks you're hot? Little old you?
"What a creep! You're literally one of my best friends," Lila yells, red-faced. "He has no shame."
"He is such a scumbag," Jaya adds with clenched fists. "Did he not think Christi would tell us he said that?"
Coming to your senses, you clear your throat and nod. "Yeah, what a- he's such a prick."
Soon after that, the four of you head to bed. Jaya and Christiana live further away from campus, so they're sleeping over.
Christiana is out like a light the second her head hits the pillow, but you're still a little buzzed so you go on your phone to see an interesting notification.
j.b.b_ has added you as a friend!
Fuck. You recognize his username from when Lila was dating him. Oh, fuck.
It's as though your fingers have a mind of their own. In seconds, you've added him back.
j.b.b_ is typing...
You're absolutely fucked.
You open his message 27 seconds after he sends it, because the rules of texting don't apply at 5am.
j.b.b_
hey zombie cheerleader.
He's referring to your costume from earlier tonight. It makes you feel a little special that he remembers you. Why are you so pathetic?
you
hey indiana jones.
j.b.b_
you get home okay?
you
yeah. our uber driver gave us candy
j.b.b_
did you eat it?
you
ofc not
i don't accept candy from strangers
j.b.b_
i got some candy if you want it.
you
i don't accept candy from strangers
j.b.b_
i'm hardly a stranger
anyway, quick question
you
shoot
j.b.b_
do u remember dancing with me tonight?
well, more like dancing on me
you
huh?
no definitely not
j.b.b_
you sure?
when WAP was playing
you
fuck off
that was you ?? i didn't even realize
why did i dance with you
j.b.b_
lucky you.
you're a great fucking dancer, btw. the things you do with those hips? damn.
you
u do know i'm lilas roommate right?
j.b.b_
who's lila?
you
you're literally the worst human being alive.
j.b.b_
you live in the Ross building right?
you
yeah why
j.b.b_
u know where the common room is?
you
ground floor or 15th floor one
j.b.b_
15th
you
what about it
j.b.b_
come here.
you
uhhhhhhmmmmmm what
j.b.b_
i'm lonely. :(
you
go to your apartment aren't the guys there
j.b.b_
they have a bunch of girls over
you
isn't that what u want?
j.b.b_
nah, i want you.
Your stomach is doing flips. You glance back at Christiana to make sure she's still asleep before turning back to your phone.
you
you're an arrogant prick
j.b.b_
because I always get what I want.
you
You're disappointed when he leaves you on read, but a part of you is relieved. Who knows the drama you'd cause if you actually went to hang out with Lila's fucking ex at 5am?
oh yeah? well then, come and get it
Just as you're about to fall asleep, there's a knock at the front door. You immediately shoot up and race out of your room, hoping that the other girls are too deep into their sedated sleep to have heard it.
When you open it, you throw up your hands. "What the fuck, Bucky?"
"Nice pyjamas," He says with a smirk, leaning against the door as he looks you up and down.
"What are you doing here?" You ask him in an angry whisper.
"You told me to come get what I want," Bucky replies casually, kicking the door shut before slowly stepping further into your apartment and placing one of his hands on your hips. He pulls you into him and lowers his lips to your ear. "Gotcha."
You push him away with a huff. "You shouldn't be here. You need to leave."
He grabs you again, backing you up until your butt hits the back of the couch. "Don't worry, baby," He whispers softly, stroking your exposed sides. "I know exactly what you want."
Before you can respond, he spins you around and bends you over the couch. You gasp as his mouth comes to your ear, his crotch pressing against your ass.
"You were dancing like such a slut on me earlier," He grumbles, grinding against you. "You can pretend like you didn't know it was me all you want, but we know the truth."
The memory is clear as day. Honestly, there was a small part of you that thought it was Bucky you were whining your ass on. You had made eye contact with Sam and Steve, greeted them briefly, then turned around to dance with your back to them, expecting one of them to get the hint and start dancing with you. When you felt two hands on your hips, you didn't question it at all, ignoring the way you clearly felt Bucky's cold metal ring against your stomach. The boys didn't comment, knowing that Bucky's a dog who gets what he wants, no matter what or who it is.
"You got me so fucking hard earlier, and there was nothing I could do about it," Bucky utters into your ear, slowly rubbing his boner against your ass. "And now, I'm gonna make you cream all over my cock, and there's nothing you can do about it."
"Bucky," You whisper, your voice breaking. "We can't."
"Shh, baby, you just gotta be quiet," He tells you soothingly, pulling down your cotton shorts. "Be a good girl and don't make a single sound. Got it?"
"Mhm," You reply weakly, knowing there's no amount of will-power in the world that can stop you from going through with this.
"Oh, fuck," He groans lowly as he pulls out his cock and pushes your loose shorts to the side, giving him access to your throbbing pussy. "Such a pretty cunt."
"Please, Buck," You whimper. "Please, make me cum."
He chuckles darkly, leaning over you and bringing his lips to your ear. "That's a good girl. Beg me, baby. I know you want it."
"Please, fuck me," You whine desperately, wiggling your hips with frustration. "Need you so bad."
"Oh, sweetheart, of course," He says with a tone of condescension, right before he begins to inch his swollen cock into you. "Shit. So fucking tight, so fucking good for me."
He fucks you without any softness, slamming into you over and over again. His hands grip your hips tightly as he thrusts faster, groaning your name.
"Such a fucking slut," Bucky growls, pulling on your hair as he smirks devilishly. "No regard for her feelings, huh?"
This is so wrong. You're fucking one of your best friend's exes while she sleeps mere feet away. You're such a slut.
You turn your head back, half-dazed by how good he's fucking you. "I don't care," You mumble lazily.
"That's my girl," He replies with a laugh, spanking your ass. "All you care about is taking my cum. Ain't that right, slut?"
"Yes, Sir," You cry out just as the tip of his dick brushes against your cervix, making you convulse.
"My good little cumslut," Bucky groans as your pussy tightens around his shaft. "Fuck, gonna let me use you whenever I want?"
"Whenever you want, Sir," You vow, your mind blank as utter pleasure drowns you.
"That's right, whenever I fucking want," He repeats, thrusting harder. "You're gonna be my good little toy. M'gonna fill you up with my cum whenever the damn mood strikes me, and you're gonna take every last drop like the dirty fuckdoll you are."
Your eyes roll back and your cunt clenches at his words. He makes you feel diabolical, but in the most delicious way.
"I can feel it, cumslut, I can feel you getting close," Bucky moans, bringing his hand around to rub your clit. Your body shakes in his arms but he holds you in place, grunting into your ear.
"I'm gonna cum," You sing, your legs going numb.
"Then do it, baby," He whispers. "Cum all over my cock. Show me what a slut you really are."
With his demand, you let go and the feeling overwhelms you. You're hit with wave upon wave of delight as Bucky fucks you through your orgasm, feeling his own build up.
"Gonna fill you up so good," He growls lowly. "Ready for it?"
"Please!" You all but squeal, causing his hand to clamp over your mouth.
"Shut the fuck up," He warns you. "Don't want your friends to hear you and find out what a dirty whore you are, do you?"
"No, Sir," You say, your words muffled against his palm.
He moves his hand from your mouth to your throat, choking you slightly to keep your loud moans down as he shudders. Within seconds, his hot cum shoots into you. He lets out a string of your name sewn in with some curses, his hips snapping against yours lazily as he rides out his high.
"Oh, fuck, yeah," He groans, falling against you weakly. "So good for me, baby, so fucking good."
You both take a few minutes to collect yourselves, before he pulls away and pulls up his pants. The sound of his belt buckle brings you to the present and you shoot up, eyes wide and legs numb.
"You okay?" He asks you between breaths, looking you up and down with a tinge of mischief in his eyes.
"Good," You reply, readjusting your shorts. "You?"
Bucky nods and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, good."
A slight silence falls between you as you glance back at Lila's bedroom, wondering how the fuck you managed to pull that off without waking anyone up.
"You're fucking incredible," Bucky says, walking closer to you and resting his hand on your ass. "How could you let me settle for her, huh?"
"You know, I was hoping you'd still be in your costume," He admits with a smirk. "Didn't get rid of it, did you?"
In an attempt to hide your pride at his words, you shrug nonchalantly. "I've been here the whole time. It's not my fault you didn't see me."
He tilts his head to the side. "Sam wanted to dance with you tonight. I almost let him."
"Let him?" You repeat incredulously. He says that as though he has some sort of claim to your body.
"But then I saw the way you were dancing," Bucky goes on to say with a smirk. "And I knew there was no way I was letting that fucker anywhere near you."
"You've seen me dance before," You mumble.
"Not like that," He argues, lowering his voice. "We were practically dry humping."
"Only 'cause Lila and the others went out," You tell him. "This isn't happening again, Buck. We've had our fun."
"Nope," You tell him, leaning back against the couch. "It's on my bedroom floor."
With a smirk, Bucky squeezes your ass. "Come tomorrow, it'll be on mine."
"Oh, yeah?" You ask with a raised brow.
"Mhm," He confirms, leaning closer to give you a kiss. "I'll message you tomorrow. Don't make me wait too long."
Bucky shoots you a wink, patting your ass a couple of times with that arrogant look on his face. "I'll see you tomorrow, baby."
"And what part of 'this isn't happening again' did you not understand?" You question him with narrow eyes, trying to ignore the way his kiss is still lingering on your lips.
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He's been having a rough day. Nothing to do with you, just some shit at work he's been having to deal with ever since he got promoted. So instead of exposing you to his anger, he's taking it out on the logs in front of the house.
But its not working.
He has so much pent-up frustration and energy.
You know what he needs.
So you step outside wearing only his flannel shirt. "Steve," you call out.
His massive biceps flex as he brings the ax down splitting the log into two. "Fuck," he mutters, tossing the ax on its side.
"Steve," you repeat, grabbing the railing you lean forward, letting his shirt flutter open.
You watch his shoulders rise as he takes a deep breath. "Yes bunny," he says softly, the strain to keep his voice calm is clear in his tone. You don't respond and he turns after a few seconds. His blue eyes darken the longer they stay locked on your body. "Go back inside," he warns, swallowing loudly. "I don't think I can control myself, I would split you-go back inside-"
You pad towards him, the shirt falling to your feet, you gaze up at him and grin.
Summary: You run into an ex-boyfriend when youâre out with Jake and Andy. [A/B/O dynamics, sexual touching in public, humor and sexual content, 18+]
Pairing: Alpha!Andy x Beta!Jake x Fem Omega!Reader with past Fem Omega!Reader x Alpha!Peter Quill
Word Count: 1.9K
Authorâs Note: Thank you @emmabarnesââ and @whoknowsanymore124ââ for betaâing! This takes place before the trio is bonded.Â
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Itâs rainy and overcast, a startlingly cold day that signals the arrival of fall in Boston. You stamp your feet to bring warmth back to your cold legs and burrow your nose beneath your scarf. The dead grass under your boots is slowly turning into a mud pit as the rain continues and more people trample through. Youâd have been happy to stay home, warm in bed but Andy and Jake were excited to attend the beer festival.Â
You were too when you agreed to go last month, but that was past you. Present you didnât care about the special casks they were sampling or novelty beer mugs Jake was excited to collect. You want to be somewhere dry and your irritation is made worse by the fact Andy was called into work this morning. Jake has you holding his place in line to taste the vanilla porter while he snags an IPA from a different tent.Â
âHoly shit, is that really you princess?âÂ
Your head jerks up at the cringy nickname, meeting a familiar pair of green eyes. âPeter?â You ask, surprised to see your ex-boyfriend. He looks completely different from when you dated him. Gone is the chubby, bearded Alpha of your youth. This Peter is lean and muscular, sporting a leather jacket and tight jeans.
âArenât you a sight for sore eyes,â he says with a grin, sauntering closer and making no effort to hide the way his gaze trails over your body. When heâs close enough to touch his scent washes over you. Itâs different than you remember and your nose wrinkles in response. âYou here by yourself?â Peter asks, looking around.Â
Before you can answer Jake returns to your side, talking a mile a minute and completely missing Peterâs presence. âThey have pumpkin beer, babe! And look, a pretzel on a string!â He says excitedly. Being so close to Jake makes you relax a fraction and you grin at the excitement that zips through the bond as he continues to talk. It takes him a full 30 seconds to realize youâre not alone.Â
Steve and you have been sleeping together for months. Why, then, does he make it so hard for you to obtain his heart when he so easily stole yours?
Content Warning: Steve x Avenger!Reader, friends with benefits, mature themes, smut (penetrative sex, dom!steve, praise kink), fluff, angst, unrequited love, insecure!reader, self-deprecating thoughts, mention of alcohol consumption, angst angst angst angst angst)
You wonder how he does it. How does he so casually speak to those women as though you aren't at the party? As though his soft spot isn't reserved for you? Steve is a good actor. Almost too good. It's unsettling when he greets you just as flippantly as he does the others, as though you're just another one of his colleagues. His friend.
He kept himself closed off from you at the start.
You assumed it was the treatment he gave to all new members of the team - but there was something deliberate in his dance of avoidance. It was plain to see that Steve Rogers was actively avoiding spending alone time with you - but you found the truth in the slip ups.
When he'd accidentally stare at you during meetings, zoning out while counting your eyelashes. The way he'd fight a little too hard to protect you during missions. How delicately he'd tend to your minor wounds whenever he found you trying to administer first-aid on yourself.
He didn't have to say a single world. One look at his puppy-dog eyes made it plainly clear that Steve felt the invisible link just as strongly as you did. The same look he gave you the very first time he saw you. Tony was introducing you to the team, and while Bucky made a half-assed attempt to flirt with you, your eyes were glued to the blondie in red plaid and blue denim. All that was missing was a Stetson hat and he wouldn't look out of place at a rodeo. You verbalized your opinion, telling Captain America what a great cowboy he'd make. He gave you a bashful response, shooting you a wink when nobody was looking.
He seemed lighter back then. Unburdened. Somewhere along the way, you suppose that he saw his feelings for you as unprofessional, so he did his best to swallow them and keep them down.
They didn't stay down for long, though.
Six months of tiptoeing around your obvious mutual attraction later, the tension came to its long-awaited conclusion. His birthday party: fireworks, music and dancing. The perfect recipe for a long night of fun - and oh, what a night it was.
He fucked into you until dawn, filling you with his seed over and over. You were both insatiable, overcome with the joy of finally getting what you had each wanted for so, so long. His rough hands manhandled you into positions you'd never experienced before, his hot breath coating you in his naughty whispers. Captain America was a filthy slut, and you were the lucky recipient of his dark desires.
You assumed he'd withdraw from you once again. Maybe even convince Tony to kick you off the team because of how unprofessional you were. But alas, he did neither of those things. He remained as stoic and disconnected from you in public as always, but he'd return to your bedroom night after night, stealing your breath and leaving you sensitive and sore.
Just sex was enough for a while. But only a while. It was a night colder than most when you realized just how deeply you had fallen into feelings most forbidden, terrifying you.
"They're predicting a storm," Steve stated one night, standing at your full-length windows with his hands on his hips. "A big one."
"And what do you predict, Captain?" You asked him teasingly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "That serum give you a sixth sense to detect bad weather?"
"No," He replied, his tone softening as he turned to face you. "But it did give me great hearing. So much so, that I know that the way your heart's beating so hard must mean those hungry eyes of yours are feasting on my dick print."
Gasping, you picked up a pillow and throw it at him. "Naughty Steve!"
He caught the pillow effortlessly, smiling slyly as he walked over. "You nervous about the storm?"
"Do you want me to be?" You challenged him. "Want me to be absolutely terrified, needing a big, strong man to protect me from the thunder?"
"Maybe," Steve mused, reaching out his hand to cup your face. "Or maybe I'm the nervous one. Maybe I need comforting."
You stayed silent, staring up at him.
"And you know me so well by now," He muttered, stroking your cheek. "You know the only thing I find comfort in is your pretty little pussy."
Biting your lip, you kept your head tilted up as he looked down at you.
"What do you say, baby?" He whispered. "Gonna let Captain Rogers inside her? Fill her up just the way she likes?"
His words made you shiver and you timidly nodded, completely under his spell. Within seconds, he lifted you into his arms and wrapped your legs around his hips. Steve fumbled with his boxers before pressing his thick cock to your entrance, teasingly rubbing against your folds.
"Say it, baby," He ordered you lowly, staring into your eyes. "Tell me what I wanna hear."
"Fuck me, please," You begged him, clutching onto his shoulders. "I need you, Captain Rogers."
He shuddered before biting down onto his lip and slowly sinking his cock into you. Using his grip on your hips, he helped you bounce up and down, fucking you while standing up. Your whimpers and weak moans filled the room as your head fell back, utter pleasure washing over you.
"That's my good girl," He grunted, slapping your ass a few times. "Always so good for me, aren't you?"
And you were. Whenever he wanted you, you were there. When he was angry, you talked him down. When he was excited, you cheered him on. And when he was horny, you let him use your body like it was a fucking sex toy.
"Oh, fuck," He growled, but the sounds you usually got off to were just pissing you off. With a groan, he threw you onto the bed before mounting you and slamming into you again. His moans made you grit your teeth. You began to realize that you resented him for not giving you his heart, as you'd given him yours.
When you were angry, you screamed into your pillow, alone. When you were excited, you were your own cheerleader. And when you were horny, you better have fucking hoped Steve was in the mood or else it was just you and your hand.
You were a puppet and he held the strings.
He was a good man, though, which made it even harder for you to hate him. As though he had a sixth sense, he noticed your drop in enthusiasm and slowly drew his cock out of you. "You okay, honey?"
Fuck.
"Uh, yeah," You replied with a mumble, shrugging. "Just not really in the mood, anymore."
"That's okay," He promised, stroking your cheek. "That's what the safeword's for, honey."
"Sorry," You whispered, cringing as he slowly got off you.
"Don't apologize," Steve said firmly. "I never want you to do anything you don't want to do; you know that. Did I do something wrong, or did I go too far-"
"You were perfect," You told him with a smile. "I'm just not in the mood."
It was the first time you had rejected him, and the surprise was clear in his eyes. But, perfect man that he was, he didn't make you feel bad about it.
"That's alright," He said, kissing your cheek. "I care about you, Y/N, I really do. Don't forget that."
His softness made you want to kiss him- but suddenly, he was standing up and putting his clothes back on.
"Y- you don't have to leave," You told him bashfully, pulling the covers up to your chest. "You can stay."
He didn't even bother turning back to face you while buttoning up his shirt. "I, uh, have something I need to do."
Fuck another woman because you didn't fulfil his needs? Shit, have you just driven him into someone else's arms?
"Stay," You pleaded, feeling utterly helpless. "You were right. The storm is scary."
A sigh left his mouth and you felt sick. Oh, God. You're being annoying. You're being clingy and if he wanted clingy, he'd have fucking asked you to be his girlfriend by now. Ha. Girlfriend. As if you'd ever be good enough. As if you'd ever be able to offer Steve Rogers anything more than a warm, imperfect body.
"I'm sorry, honey," He mumbled, glancing to the side. "I'll see you later."
With that, he was gone. And he had taken your bruised, bleeding heart with him.
He didn't speak to you for a week. Not properly. In group settings, he might have given you a little comment here and there, but for the most part, Steve had left you in the mud.
You hated that he had the power to make you feel that way. The power to make you feel like utter shit. Instead of reading, training, or even eating, you'd have rather sat and thought about all the different things you did that must have turned him off. All the reasons on the checklist in his head as to why he didn't want a relationship with you. All the reasons why you weren't good enough. How was he so okay without you, while you were dying over his absence? If you left, would he care? If you disappeared into thin air, would that heartless bastard even notice?
"Y/N," A deep voice suddenly called out from next to you. You jumped slightly and looked to the left to see Bucky standing over you with a friendly smile on his lips. "Hey."
Raising a brow, you sat up on the couch. "'Sup?"
"I have a challenge for you," He said, sitting down next to you and holding out a plate. "Eat this sandwich in three bites."
You looked down at it. It wasn't a small sandwich by any means, but it looked doable- and you were never one to back down from a challenge. With a sigh, you tied your hair back and took the plate from him. "Prepare to be amazed, Barnes."
He grinned widely, excitement in his eyes. "I already am."
Taking in a deep breath, you gave him a nod before picking up the sandwich. You held the plate under your chin to catch any crumbs, before taking your first big bite.
"Alright, a good start," Bucky commented, nodding slowly. "But what will she do next?"
You chewed the admittedly delightfully tasty bite before swallowing it down and letting out a breath. "One." Taking another huge bite, you squinted your eyes as your jaw worked overtime.
"This is incredible; a talent like this hasn't graced the world since the 80s," Bucky spectated dramatically. "How is Y/L/N gonna end this? Her critics are betting on her failure, but her diehard fans believe in her skill and hard work. Will she do it?"
The last bite was the largest, making you tense. Bucky chuckled as you practically unhinged your jaw like a damn snake to fit the last of the sandwich into it, covering your mouth once it was finally in.
"She did it!" He exclaimed, holding his hands up in the air. "Atta girl!"
Once you finally swallowed it, you shook your head. "What was the point of that challenge, Buck?"
A sheepish look overtook his features as he slumped down on the couch. "You haven't eaten all day."
Your face dropped at his words, and you playfully nudged his shoulder. "You're a trickster, Mr. Barnes."
He looked sympathetic as he sits up, frowning. "What's got you down, cupcake?"
Shrugging, you averted your eyes from his. You couldn't tell him the truth. There was a reason Steve wasn't into you, and you bet it was the same reason he told you to keep your sexual relationship a secret. He didn't want anyone to know, and you didn't want to piss him off by telling his best friend.
"I don't wanna talk about it," You mumbled, playing with the drawstrings of your sweatpants.
"That's okay," Bucky said. "Want a distraction?"
Just as the question left his mouth, Steve entered the room, making your stomach flip. He took one look at you before walking over to the plug socket on the wall. "Left my charger," He mumbled absentmindedly, pulling out the plug.
"Hey, Steve, we're still going to that Dave and Buster's place tonight, right?" Bucky asked him, while you pretended to be preoccupied with taking a long sip of water.
"Sure," Steve replied, his voice making your heart ache. Why couldn't he be that normal around you? Why couldn't he take you to goddamn Dave and Buster's?
You looked down while he walked out, and Bucky nudged your arm once Steve was gone.
"He yell at you, or something?" He asked you curiously. "I've noticed you've been giving him the silent treatment these past few days."
You'd been giving Steve the silent treatment? Of course, there was no way Captain America could be the asshole. Asshole.
"You know how he gets after missions; don't take it to heart when he scolds you," Bucky told you. "He's only angry because he cares about your wellbeing. He cares about you, Y/N."
I care about you, Y/N. I really do. Don't forget that.
The memory of that cursed night with Steve made you shiver. How did lying come so easily to such a seemingly honest man? How could he have claimed to care about you, and then barely give you the time of day?
How could he have gone from spending every fucking night balls-deep inside you to pretending like you didn't exist for a week?
"I'll be right back," You muttered, rushing to your feet and speeding out of the room, hot on his trails. "Steve!"
He stopped in his tracks and turned to you with his brows knitted together. "Y/N?"
"What's going on?" You asked him desparately. "You've been ignoring me. Did I do something wrong?"
His face softened and he sighed. "Listen, Y/N-"
"Is it because I wanted to stop halfway?" You asked him nervously. "That was only a one-off, I swear. I still want you-"
"Y/N, I told you that was completely fine," He insisted, walking over to you. "I've just been really busy with work this week."
You knew a lousy excuse when you heard it. He had likely grown sick of you; he had his fill and now he was ready to move on to the next conquest. Someone prettier. Funnier. Smarter. Someone he wouldn't get bored of.
"Okay," You mumbled timidly, playing with your fingers.
Steve gave you a tight-lipped smile. "I'll see you around," He said half-heartedly, before turning and leaving you alone in the cold corridor.
That night, you were planning on sobbing into your pillow while playing sad music until you fell asleep, but a knock at your door interrupted those plans.
You went to open it slowly, your heart skipping a beat when you saw him.
"Steve?" You managed to squeak, wondering if your eyes were deceiving you.
He felt his heart clench at the sight of you. Fuck. Were you crying over him?
"Y/N," He breathed out, looking down at you. "I'm sorry I've been a dick. I've really fucking missed you."
That was all it took. After all the heartache he caused you, all it took was a brief apology and a hint of remorse for you to accept his kiss and his hands on your body once again. And he took full advantage of the power he held over you.
His hands roamed over your exposed skin and his tongue invaded your mouth, making you forget you were ever in pain. Steve was here. Everything was perfect.
"Steve," You said between pants as you pulled away from his lips. "I need to-"
"Baby, please," He cut you off desperately, with a pained look on his face. "I need you so badly."
"Just hold on," You said sternly, clinging to his shirt and looking up at him with wide eyes. "I need to tell you something."
He looked as though he knew what you were gonna say. His lips twitched and a look of almost fear bloomed in his eyes. "You know I care about you, honey," He mumbled, his grip tightening on your hips.
"I know, but we can't keep doing this," You told him, your voice cracking. "I can't keep doing this. I can't just have sex with you and then pretend like there's nothing between us the next day. Like I'm just another one of your teammates."
"Honey-"
"I love you," You blurted out, feeling nauseous as the words left your mouth.
Steve swallowed thickly, and his grip loosened on your hips. Instantly, you knew you had made a mistake. He glanced up as though trying to figure out how to let you down in the gentlest way possible.
"If you're not gonna say it back, then you might as well just leave," You said, though it killed you to say it. Please don't leave. I love you, so much. Please don't leave me.
He took in a shaky breath and pressed his lips together. His brows furrowed together for a split second and he looked down before turning to leave.
"Steve," You called out, terrified as he made his way to the door. "You can't tell me that this was literally just sex to you. You can't tell me you didn't feel anything more. You can't, Steve."
His hand rested on the doorframe and for a second, he looked like he was going to turn back to you. But then he just tapped the door and left. Left you there alone, feeling even worse than before.
And now you're here. It's been a month since that night, and you've been avoiding Steve. He hasn't made much effort to speak to you, either.
You sit at the bar, drinking way too much, watching him effortlessly flirt with other women. Is he planning on using them for sex and then dropping them when they catch feelings? Or worse; maybe he actually sees a real future with one of them. Maybe one of them will be good enough for him. Enough for him to love them back.
After another shot of tequila, you decide that you've had enough. You're gonna confront him. How dare he break your heart and then act like nothing happened? How dare he hurt you so horrifically and be completely fine himself?
"Hey, Steven," You slur, standing in front of where he's talking to an older woman. You recognize her to be one of Tony's business friends, and they seem to be in a serious conversation. Oh, well.
He looks at you, shock in his eyes. "Y/N. Hey."
"You're a fucking prick," You spit, glaring at him. "You know that?"
Muttering an apology to the woman, he steps forward and attempts to pull you to the side. "You're drunk, Y/N. Let me take you to your room."
"What; so you can fuck me and then leave me all alone again?" You ask him bitterly.
He rubs his forehead, keeping his hand on your arm. "I'm in the middle of a conversation with Mrs. Wrexham; we'll discuss this tomorrow."
"No!" You cry, hitting his shoulder, though it hurts you more than it hurts him. "Why can't I ever get your now? Why is it always later, or tomorrow, or next week or whenever suits you best?"
A sigh leaves his mouth. "This is important, Y/N-"
"And I'm not?" You ask, before realizing the cold truth. "No. I'm not. I'm not important at all to you, am I? I mean absolutely nothing to you."
"Y/N?" A concerned voice joins your side, accompanied by a warm hand on your shoulder. "Everything okay here?"
"No, it's not, Bucky!" You exclaim, tears blurring your vision. "Steve Rogers is a heartless fucking bastard!"
You've got the attention of almost everyone at the party now, but you couldn't give a fuck.
Bucky frowns. "Why don't I take you upstairs, cupcake?"
"We've been fucking for months and he still doesn't care about me!" You reveal, in no state to worry about the repercussions of your outburst. "Or maybe I'm just stupid for falling for a man who obviously doesn't want me at all - he doesn't want me. He- oh, God, I'm so pathetic." With everyone's eyes on you, you burst into tears and all but run out of the room, hurting more than ever before.
You spend around 15 minutes crying alone in a small room in the lab before Steve finally finds you.
Sniffling, you hug your knees to your chest and hide your face in your arms. "Please, go away."
"Y/N-"
"Please," You beg weakly, shivering in the cold room. "Just leave me alone."
He sighs before closing the door behind him and walking over to you. Sitting down beside you, he wraps his arms around you in an attempt to warm you up. "Can I tell you something?"
"I'd rather you go back to pretending I don't exist," You mutter.
Ignoring you, he pulls you closer, stroking your hair. "I'm gonna go ahead and tell you, anyway."
"Well, you've never cared about what I want before, so why start now, right?" You ask him bitterly.
A silence falls between you, while Steve attempts to gather together his thoughts and decide the best way to get them out. "The day we first met," He begins, rubbing your shoulder. "The minute you made that comment about me looking like a cowboy, I liked you."
His admission makes you falter. "Huh?"
"Mhm. Like a stupid teenager, I had a huge crush on you since the start," He goes on to say, making your fingers twitch. "And after six months of me pining after you but being too afraid to act on my feelings, we had sex."
"We did," You whisper, lifting up your head to look at him.
"And it was incredible," He says with a chuckle, his lips brushing against your forehead. "Wasn't it?"
"It was," You agree, playing with the buttons on his shirt while you wonder where the fuck this story's going.
"But then, the next day, Buck and I were talking," He says, a slight frown growing on his face. "And... he told me that he was in love with you."
You feel like he just pushed you off a cliff with no parachute. The air is stolen from your lungs, and your heart skips a beat.
"What?" You gasp, utterly baffled.
"But by then it was too late for me to back off, because I was already so attached to you," Steve tells you, looking down. "So I didn't tell him. I knew I should've ended it, but I couldn't stop being with you. I figured the best way to keep it a secret while still having you would be to restrict myself. Sleeping with you but not letting it get any deeper than sex, as though that would satiate my want. My desire. He wouldn't find out, and I'd be able to still be with you."
Still shocked, you let out a dry laugh. "That was a little stupid of you."
"I know it was," He agrees. "Incredibly stupid and thoughtless. I knew it wouldn't last forever, and I still stringed you along."
"I enjoyed being with you, though," You tell him. "I don't regret any of it."
"He's really good at hiding it," You say, letting go of his shirt.
"Neither do I, because I love you," Steve finally admits, cupping your face in his hand. "More than I thought the word love could ever mean." He slowly looks down, hurt in his eyes. "But he does, too."
You still find it difficult to swallow. All this time, Bucky was going through the exact same thing as you; floating stagnantly in love with someone you thought would never love you back.
"Yeah," Steve mutters, taking your hand in his and squeezing it.
"So are you," You tell him weakly.
He lets out a soft chuckle. "Yeah."
"I should've just kept my mouth shut," You groan, regretting your outburst at the party. Now, not only does Bucky know, but practically everyone in New York knows, too.
"No, honey, it was wrong of me to let you think that I didn't feel anything for you," He says with a wince. "You were hurt because of me. I shouldn't have put you through that; I was being selfish."
"So, now what?" You ask him, scared to hear the answer.
Steve breathes in, holding you tight. It feels like he's trying to brace you for something as his eyes tear up. "I can't lose Bucky," He says with a shuddered breath, wincing.
You know what that means. He can't choose you.
Having seen what they've been through, and knowing of their history, all you can do is nod. "I understand." You sound much calmer than you feel, but you're numb. This is a mess of a situation, and even though it kills you to admit it, maybe letting go is the best option.
Unable to stop himself, Steve pulls your face closer to his and gives you a long, gentle kiss. For a while, you're given a taste of peaceful perfection. You're free to be his, and he's free to be yours.
But the kiss also feels final, and you know it's the last time you'll ever be intimate with him. The last kiss you'll ever share. It's filled with all the words he can't bring himself to say to you out loud.
I love you, but I shouldn't. I want you, but I can't have you. I need you, but I need him more.
I can't lose him, so I can't choose you.
my first and probably my only ever sad ending bc that shit wrecked me
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Summary: This storm was dangerous for a much different reason.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, kinda anonymous sex), definitely at least dub con due to use of siren powers, some angsty vibes if you really think about it, alcohol consumption, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!
A/N: My official entry for my sweet friend, @slothspaghettiwritesâ Marvelous Monster Mayhem challenge!! I really do love breaking angsty men with some general creepy vibes, so I really enjoyed this one. Love you sloth!!
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Frank shook the rain from his shoulders as he walked into the bar, frowning slightly at the haze of smoke and smell of stale beer as he moved to find a table.
Heâd been hoping to make it back to the mainland, but the storm had caught him off guard, forcing him to dock in the tiny island community he typically avoided when was bringing in a haul. Not that he had one now, it seemed like all the fish had fled ahead of the monstrous waves that were rolling out in the bay, the peals of thunder and occasional flash of lightning making an already dangerous journey even more treacherous.
The waitress who came to take his order was giving him a shy smile that he willfully ignored, acknowledging her with nothing but a noncommittal grunt when she came back with his flat beer. Hopefully there was a landline somewhere on this godforsaken spit of land, the storm had knocked out the spotty cell service, and he wanted to make sure he called Roberta to let her know what was happening in case he couldnât make it back tonight to take Mary off her hands.
He was still thinking about getting home to his niece when he heard the buzz of a microphone coming to life and rolled his eyes. Dealing with some sad wannabe singer do crappy acoustic covers was not how he wanted to spend his evening stuck in this dive, even if the performer was as pretty as you.
âHi there, folks.â The sound of your voice sent a sudden wave of warmth washing over him, the urge to stop brooding and devote all his attention to you hitting him suddenly and making him shift uncomfortably in his seat as he fought against it. âHope you donât mind a little something to keep your minds off the storm. Always love seeing your pretty faces.â
Frank swallowed his beer thickly when you shot him a wink, a disturbing feeling of unbalance taking over him as you worked at tuning your guitar. He couldnât figure out what was so unnerving about you, trying not to dwell on it too much and just focus on his beer. Maybe heâd flag down the waitress and find out about the phone situation so he could at least say goodnight to the kiddo.
Then you let out a soft, hummed note and suddenly he couldnât even remember Maryâs name, his head snapping to where you were seated on a stool. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the table painfully when you started singing, your eyes meeting his and drawing him in until all he could think about was crawling to the stage and kneeling at your feet.
He could have listened to you sing for hours, maybe he did, words flowing over your lips like the sweetest honey that he wanted to drink until he was drowning in it. You were the only thing in his world right now, his body feeling like it was floating in warmth as you sang right to him with a small smile on your face. The storm died down while he gazed at you with unbridled need, the bar slowly emptying until it was just you and him sitting there staring at each other, Frankâs breath sawing in his chest when you finally set your guitar aside and stood to prowl towards him.
âHi there, honey.â You purred when you reached him, trailing your fingers over his arm as he let out a deep sigh. âYouâre new. Did you get caught in the storm?â
âYes.â His voice sounded foreign to his own ears, low and husky with desire as he leaned into your touch when you cupped his cheek.
âMmm, if Iâd known Iâd draw in something as pretty as you, mightâve brought one up sooner.â You let your fingers trace the curve of his mouth as he let out a pathetic whine. âStand up, honey.â
He did as you asked immediately, groaning when you stepped close and ran your nose over his throat. The scent of you was only adding to his feeling of intoxication, his fingers reaching out to clutch at your waist as you stepped even closer to him.
âGod, look at those sweet lips of yours.â You tilted your head back and gave him a wicked smile, cooing as you watched him fight the urge to duck closer and kiss you. âYou wanna put them on mine, honey?â
You purred when he pressed his lips to yours with a sigh, tangling your fingers in his hair and drinking in his needy sounds as you slid your tongue into his mouth. Every single thought and memory flowed out of his head as he drank you in, the only thing in his mind being how he would do anything to please you from now on.
âWhat do you want?â He gulped down air when you finally let him breathe, resting his head against yours and gazing into your eyes while he pressed his body into you. âIâll do anything.â
âI know, honey.â You drew him after you as you started walking out of the bar, smiling softly at him over your shoulder as the slowly falling rain washed over the two of you. âGonna take you home with me.â
Frank was in a haze as he followed after you, not taking in the surroundings at all while he ducked to bury his face in your hair and did his best not to trip over his own feet. He had no idea how long youâd been walking for by the time you reached the small, isolated cottage on the beach, winding his arms around you as you unlocked the door and pulled him inside.
You had him naked and sprawled across your bed in no time at all, your soft thighs pressing against his hips as you rode him slowly while he tossed his head back and whined. His hips drove up into you suddenly when you clenched hard around him, his fingers skirting up your sides with desperation as you cooed soft words of encouragement at him.
âThatâs so good honey, câmere.â You murmured softly as you gripped his hair and dragged his face up to yours, running your tongue over the seam of his lips as he blinked at you stupidly and dug his fingers into your waist. âGive me all of it.â
âYes.â He moaned when you dug your nails into his shoulders, his pelvis snapping up into yours as you rolled your body against him. âWhatever you want.â
âGood boy.â You shoved your tongue down his throat when he started vibrating beneath you, his hips losing their rhythm as his cock twitched inside you.
Just a few more rocks of his hips and he was lost, crying softly into your neck as your warm cunt milked him for everything he could give you. He felt tears staining his cheeks as he collapsed back against the bed, severe exhaustion like heâd never felt seeping deep into his bones as you curled your body around his and put your lips on his again.
âJust sleep, honey.â You pressed kisses all over his face as he whined softly, fighting the pull of sleep and the suffocating warmth of your presence as his eyes drifted closed. âGonna need your energy, lover.â
Frank hummed softly when your smooth honeyed voice flowed over him as you started singing softly, drowning out the sound of his phone vibrating in his discarded jeans. Youâd make sure to this it into the sea once he was asleep, not like he was going to need it anymore.
Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, series)
Wow okay so I'm not waking up next to this face. Rude đ«
Pairing: soft dark mafia Bucky x reader
Warnings: soft dark themes. Dni if that offends you. No minors.
A/n: sinday drabble #2. Do not repost copy, translate, expand on or rewrite my work.
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Your head feels heavy and groggy. You try to drag your eyes open but your eyelids are weighted down. It feels like satin but that doesn't make sense. You try to open your eyes again but the soft resistance won't let you. A soft groan slips through your lips. What a weird dream.
Turning your head to the side, everything spins, the world rocking on its axis. You reach out with your hand, grounding yourself for a moment before moving. Your hand skates along what has to be the softest sheets you've ever felt, endless fabric touches your skin, then your fingers hit something warm and hard.
You curl your hand around it. There's something so familiar about it, you squeeze. Hard. The low chuckle freezes you, you know that sound. A cold wave of fear piercing your drowsy mind.
Fingers, rough and calloused, tenderly brush your cheek, lifting the edge of the satin tie, pulling it up. You blink, taking in the dim room, a soft glow cast around your from the tall candles scattered throughout the room. Your gaze tentatively swings back to the bed, although if you're being honest you don't have to look to see who's stretched out beside you.
Bucky.
He's gazing at you, a dizzying mix of possessive and amusement lurking in his blue eyes. His fingers trail down your arm to your hand. Your eyes drift down his heavily inked chisled chest, a knot forming in your throat. You both stare at your hand wrapped around his thick cock, his larger one keeping you from pulling away. Without looking up, you know he's smirking at you.
"Welcome home malen'kaya mysh'. I warned you that I would find you no matter what. Now I'm going to claim what was always mine and by the time I'm done with you and that pretty little pussy, you won't have the strength to run from me again."
You shake your head, a protest forming on your tongue. He tsks, grabbing your face in his large hand, squishing your cheeks between his fingers, his thumb tugging your bottom lip down.
"Or maybe, I'll deny you what we both know you want. Edge you. Show you everything you could have all this time if you hadnt left me at the alter." He brings your face closer to his and his cold eyes burning you. "You'll be begging me to fuck you before the night ends."
Summary: Most people would be in tears over the way Steve Rogers treats you, cutting you down for the tiniest mistake⊠but not you. The meaner he is, the more turned on you get. Too bad your kink isnât as secret as you think. [Slight D/s themes, kinda mean Steve thatâs really just horny Steve, and explicit sexual content (oral male receiving and fingering), 18+]
Pairing: Steve Rogers x PR Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.3k
Authorâs Note: Inspired by this post here. Thank you @emmabarnesâ for betaâing this. Reblog or comment if you enjoy!
Steve Rogers Masterlist
âOh my god,â Mary whispers. âWhat an ass.â
âI donât know why he always seems to pick on you. It wasnât even your fault and he singled you out,â Daria adds watching the man in question walk away with a frown. âCaptain America or not, next time he does it Iâm going to say something.â
âItâs ok, really,â you say, trying to assure them.Â
The last thing you want is to bring attention to Steveâs treatment of you, afraid someone might realize youâre not quite as upset as you should be. You still feel a little warm all over at the memory of how heâd leaned into your space, his normally bright blue eyes dark when he berated you for the scheduling mix up a junior member of the team made. You know the way your body responds to him is not normal. If anyone else spoke to you that way youâd be in tears but when itâs him, the only emotion you feel is desire.
Itâs a little pathetic how much you want him to bend you over the table in the conference room, hold you down by the back of your neck and fuck you raw. You shake your head to clear the thought. Youâve been reading too many of those questionable dark romance novels lately and itâs bleeding into your everyday thoughts. Steve isnât secretly harboring feelings for you. He clearly doesnât think much of you at all.Â
Episode Summary: Following the bombshell dropped on you, you start the training Steve mentioned, but the Alpha seems to be keeping his distance. But that doesnât mean he isnât watching you, as you find out at the Birthday Party Tony insists on throwing for himâŠ
Episode Warnings: Bad Language words. A wee bit of angst. And some fluffâŠ
Episode Pairings: Â Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader.
The looks he gives you after youâve just said yet another bratty thing đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
Pairing: Demon Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings: Public Sex sort of . Read it and you'll get it. Demon Bucky is 6'5" and tired of your mouth, possessive Bucky, praise kink, hint of crying kink, spanking, degradation kink, oral (fem receiving), smut, choking, demon au/magical elements. No minors.
A/N: This was supposed to be a 500 word drabble for a challenge so whoops.
You love riling him up. Bucky is always sexy, but when heâs angry and on the verge of snapping, heâs irresistible. Like tonight. Youâre standing outside of your favorite restaurant, the cool autumn air sweeping across your ankles, but you donât feel the chill, not with his heated glare warming your skin.
Bucky bites back a sneer, the muscles in his jaw twitching, he wonders if you know how hard heâs fighting the urge to wrap his hands around your neck and make you apologize. On your knees. Those pretty eyes on him while he fucks your throat.
Your sassy little mouth looks better when itâs full of his cock, anyway.
Bucky knows that this is his fault, heâs let you get away with too much. Ever since he rescued you from the foolish cult that tried to sacrifice you to Andy, the word ânoâ vanished from his vocabulary. Much like the two of you did seconds before, Barber could get his claws on you.
His jaw tightens, eyes flashing a vibrant black at the memory of his girl on the shoddy altar, the other demons reaching for you. He dispels the memory, clearing his head. No. You belong to him. And only him. Bucky would kill the devil himself to protect you.
Even if youâre a brat. One thatâs currently skating on his very last nerve.
He blinks twice, remembering that heâs in public, his eyes fade back to your favorite shade of stormy blue.
How he lets you get away with so much, heâll never understand. But youâre about to learn what happens when you push your demon too far.
Bucky tilts his head down, staring at you with one brow raised. âStop it and we can still have a good night, little one. Cut the attitude, you know youâre just hungry.â His voice deepens to a near growl, âBut first youâre going to apologize right now.â
Bucky is giving you a chance, a lifeline you really should accept, but neither of you are surprised when your mouth snaps open. âOr youâll what?â
You glance around the crowded sidewalk, a cocky smirk flits across your face. He hides a smile, itâs cute how you think these frail humans could protect you from him. You step closer to him, your heels sliding between his combat boots and you grab his leather jacket, pulling him down to your face.
âYou gonna show all these people your horns? Are you gonna spank me? Huh, Bucky?â Patting his bearded cheek, you ignore the flash of black consuming his blue eyes. âYouâre not going to do a damn thing.â
His deep chuckle rumbles in his chest and you feel it vibrate on your skin. Your smirk slides off your face. He brushes his lips over yours, a soft chaste kiss. âAre you sure, little one?â
You study his face, a sliver of uncertainty slithering down your spine at his confident tone. No, he wouldnât, itâs too risky, too many people around him. Itâs why you waited until after you got out of the car to sass him.
Clearing your throat, you bolster up the courage to spit out. âYou heard me, James.â
He cocks his head to the side, brows lifting to his hairline at the sound of his name on your pretty tongue. James is it? You know better.
Bucky places his large hands on your waist and pulls you even closer to his chest. âDont say I didnât warn you.â
Youâre about to fire off another bratty retort when you feel it-him. His hands slide up under your skirt, dry warm rough palms moving up your legs. You glance down to see his hands firmly curved around your waist, but you feel his fingers massaging your inner thighs.
âWhat the fuck?â You mumble, mouth dropping open, forming an âOâ, tilting your head back to stare up at him. âHow?â
âYou have no idea what Iâm capable of doing to you, sweet girl.â His large hands-his other hands-spread your thighs apart, your heels pushing into his boots.
You glance around the street, the lights from the restaurant beaming down on you, casting a glow around your bodies, you see people eating through the floor-to-ceiling window next to you.
Bucky grabs your chin, turning your face back to his. He pulls your bottom lip down with the rough pad of his thumb. âBut youâre about to learn,â he hums.
Something warm and wet slides across your pussy, swirling around your clit with precision. âOh fuck,â you gasp, your nails dig into his wrist, the unexpected sparks of pleasure have you rocking back on your heels.
Another slow swipe, the sensation so familiar you instantly know itâs his tongue, the very one heâs dragging across his pink bottom lip as if heâs tasting you. But considering the way his eyes are smirking at you, maybe he is.
ohfuck
His tongue flickers over your clit, alternating between slow licks and soft pulls into what feels like his mouth. You bury your face in his chest, trying desperately to hold in the soft whimpers in your throat. Pressure building on itself, white-hot pleasure knotting tightly in your belly, his tongue viciously lashing through you.
Your hands grasp the front of his shirt, short huffs spilling from your lips. It feels amazing. The trepidation of knowing heâs tongue fucking you in the middle of a busy street enhances your high. Something firm and warm nudges your pussy.
Thick and large. Masculine and powerful. All him.
Images of him fucking you flash through your mind. And you feel all of it, all of him at once. His cock driving into your pussy, glistening with each stroke, your back arched off the bed. You on all fours, his hands pulling your hips back to meet his rough thrusts. You bent over the couch in his office, one leg pushed up so he can go even deeper.
Bucky has always dominated you, his control over your body makes you so wet your panties are constantly drenched and you crave him in ways you didnât know was possible. But this? Oh, this is something you know youâre going to get addicted to.
Bucky smiles down at you, rubbing your back. His mouth skims the shell of your ear. âShould make you beg for it.â
He will, he has and right now you canât take that.
âPlease, please,â you cry out, your words muffled by his shirt, the sensations of him splitting you in two fading, you plead with him to fuck you, not caring how you sound because you want him inside you so bad it hurts, your pussy clenching around nothing. âIâll be so good.â
âYou will be after I ruin your pretty little cunt, let's see how long it takes to fuck the attitude out of you. â he replies, holding you closer to his chest. His cock eases into your pulsating pussy inch by thick inch, so smooth and slow ensuring you feel every vein and ridge.
yesfuckyes
Your knees buckle from the stretch, a pleasurable burn youâll never get used to coursing through you like flash fire, leaving trails of euphoria bliss in its wake.
sofuckinggood
You would have collapsed to the ground but his arms wrap around you, keeping you upright. Pleasure surges up your spine and through your vein, his thick swollen head striking your spot as he pulls out, before you can even feel empty, heâs back inside you, faster and deeper-his languid thrusts quickening.
Bucky rubs your lower back, his head lowered to the curve of your neck. To anyone walking past you, it looks like heâs comforting his weeping girlfriend. No one but you and Bucky knows thatâs heâs ruthlessly fucking you in the middle of the street.
You wouldnât give a fuck if they did, not if he keeps pounding into your pussy the way that he is. Itâs incredible, so fucking good, you think, eyes squeezed shut as you cling to his shirt.
Bucky steps back, pushing down your hands. You wobble on your heels, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth. He casually looks at his watch. âHmm, donât want to be late. Letâs go sweet girl, we can finish our discussion inside.â
You shake your head, glancing back into the restaurant. The very crowded restaurant. âNo Bucky,â you hiss softly, âWe canât-ah.â
The sharp sting of his hand vibrates across your ass, it takes a second for you to process the burning pain. He folds his arms across his chest, staring down at you. âGuess I need to fuck that word out of your vocabulary.â Especially since I canât seem to say it to you, he thinks, keeping that knowledge to himself. Lilth, help him if you ever discovered that fact. Amusement laces his tone, his darkening eyes daring you to say something else.
Your protests crumble and wither on your tongue, the next smack sends you stumbling back into his arms. You feel his fingers on your ass, a brief caress, pushing into your tender skin before the next slap. rains down on you. Again and again. Youâre even wetter, your velvety walls clamping down on his cock.
âSo-sorry, fuck yes,â you moan shamelessly into his chest, almost incoherent from the pleasure and pain radiating through you.
âThatâs what I thought.â
Bucky places his hand on your back, guiding you into the restaurant. You donât even know how you made it to the table, your head spinning from his cock moving in tandem with each tortuous yet blissful step inside the building.
In and out of your pussy, deeper and faster, your legs trembling so much you donât know how theyâre supporting your weight. Youâve never been happier to see your reserved table. You collapse in the chair, and instantly the change in angles pulls him so deep inside your cunt that heâs in your belly.
âOhfuckfuckfuckfuck,â you hoarsely gasp, keeping your voice low, keenly aware of the couples sitting around you.
âWhat a filthy mouth, you need to behave sweet girl. Weâre in public,â he playfully chides, placing a kiss on your neck. Bucky pushes your chair in, his hands smoothing down your bare arms. When did he take your coat off? You canât think with his cock hitting every nerve in your tight cunt.
You grasp the ends of the table, staring at the silverware in front of you. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth, willing your hips to stay still even as he fucks you harder.
The salacious sloshing of your cunt taking every inch drowned out by the clinking of glasses and conversations around you.
âOh, sheâs fine, real good in fact.â His smug tone drifts across the table. âNow weâll have a bottle of your Domaine Leroy Richebourg Grand Cru-the 1949.â Bucky smiles charmingly at the waiter.
âOf course, sir. Iâll be right back.â The waiter gives you a curious glance before heading back to the kitchen.
Bucky takes your hands in his. âLook at me.â The command shoots through you, your eyes locking on his eyes without a thought. Rough, calloused fingers twist your nipple and your clit pulses in response. âYou belong to me, your smile, your heart, your very soul is all mine. That pretty pussy wrapped around my cock is mine. I can fuck you whenever and whenever I want and your greedy little pussy will beg for me more.â
âRemember that the next time you want to mouth off to me.â His fingers trail down your chest, past your belly, to your clit.
You feel the heat of his skin on your aching clit as he rolls it between his rough wide fingers; it feels so amazing fuck you swear heâs really touching you.
Bucky is enjoying watching you fall apart, proud of your self-control. Fuck, if he knew this was how you were going to respond, he would have done this months ago. Bucky canât wait for you to test him again, thereâs so much more heâs going to show you.
This is enough for now.
His eyes soften, a smile flits across his handsome face. âĐŻ Đ±Ń ŃĐ°Đ·ĐŸŃĐČĐ°Đ» ĐœĐ”Đ±Đ”ŃĐ° Đž Đ°ĐŽ ĐżĐŸ ĐČĐșŃŃŃ ŃĐČĐŸĐ”Đč ŃлаЎĐșĐŸĐč ĐșĐžŃĐșĐž.â I'd tear heaven and hell apart for a taste of your sweet pussy.
Tears prick your eyes after a deep thrust nearly knocks you out of your chair. He keeps his eyes on you, reaching out to catch the tear coasting down your cheek. âSo pretty.â
You want to scream from how it good feels, itâs so hard to keep your mouth closed, your body trembling from your efforts. The waiter returns, setting two glasses down, pouring the expensive wine with a flourish that would have normally made you smile. Instead, you keep your eyes on Bucky, listening to him order for the both of you.
Once the waiter leaves again, Buck places his elbow on the table, his knuckles trailing down your face, over your nose.
âYouâre going to make a mess on that fancy chair. Everyoneâs going to know what a greedy little cockslut you are. My gorgeous slut.â he teases with an edge of possessiveness, his eyes caressing your face, encouraging you to rock your hips into his phantom touch.
âYouâre so close, arenât you, sweet girl,â he smiles, itâs a rhetorical question, he can always tell when youâre about to cum, his thumb sweeping over your jaw as he cups your head in his large hand. âGo on, I got you.â
His cock slams into you, the sounds of the restaurant dulling into an inaudible murmur. The world around you fades away until itâs only Bucky you see. And fuck you feel him all around you, licking and rolling your clit, his cock going so deep you feel him in your throat, his lips kissing your lips, sucking your moans, and sighs into his mouth. Sensation after sensation bursting inside you, the pressure snapping in two until youâre teetering on the edge of your orgasm.
âCum for me.â
A wanton sob slips out of your mouth, sudden pressure-his hand around your throat clamping over your tender skin sends you over the edge. Your head drops to the table, your mouth going slack. You see stars, actual stars behind your eyes, the pleasure so intense you canât breathe.
âSee, I knew you could be a good girl. Thatâs my sweet girl.â Bucky praises you, coaxing you through your orgasm. His fingers push into your mouth, muffling your sobs. Gentle hands push you back up just as the waiter returns with your food.
You lean back on the chair, gasping for air, your pussy spasming, small aftershocks of your orgasm spiraling through you. The dull roar in your ear snaps and the noise of the restaurant resumes, your vision clearing.
The waiter cuts another look at you, slowly placing the plates in front of you, he scampers away after Bucky taps the table with his knuckles, his cold eyes searing through the husky man.
Bucky turns his attention back to you, his devious gaze warming your heated skin. Your racing heart pounds in your chest, your thighs clenching in anticipation.
âNow youâre going to sit there and warm my cock until weâre done with our meal.â
He takes a sip of his blood-red wine, setting the glass on the table, thoughtfully strumming his fingers on the linen tablecloth. âMaybe Iâll fuck your throat, make you gag in front of all these nice people.â
Buckyâs eyes brighten the longer he studies you, his broad shoulder lifts in a casual shrug. âCould do both.â
Oh fuck.
You lose your grip on your fork; the metal bouncing off the plate. Dropping your head back, the golden chandelier swaying over you, you cover your mouth, moaning softly under your breath as his enormous cock stretches your fluttering walls.
Bucky tilts your chin back down and he picks up your fork, a dark, wicked smirk on his face. âNow open wide.â
Comments and reblogs are appreciated! Totally got carried away with this one. I'll learn to drabble someday.
Hey! I love your work so much and you do an amazing job of writing the daddy dream thing. I was wondering if you want to do a daddy stuck that Y/N is being a brat all-day and being a jerk to her daddies then she doing all of by herself until she called her daddies by their names and them the punishment her with smut and angst.
Thank you so much!!! Actually had a dream last night that Daddy Stucky were giving me cuddles and back rubs, it felt so real I nearly cried when I woke up.Â
Yeah this is dirty!
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It started in the morning, when Steve was giving you a bath, and got soap in your eyes. Wasn't the best way to start off your morning, and it put you in a foul mood for the rest of the day.
After that you pretty much went on strike as a good girl, you threw your breakfast at Bucky, which earned you a good couple of spankings, but that only worsened your mood.Â
Due to your awful behaviour at breakfast, that meant you weren't allowed any screen time for the rest of the day, and Steve left you on your play rug with just your building blocks and play dough.Â
Angry; you took a pot of bright pink playdough and moulded it into the couch, pressing hard so that it got stuck in all the little holes of the fabric, and some got stuck to the fluffy blanket hung over the back.Â
You were caught in the act by Bucky, who pulled you over his knee for the second time today, his spankings were beginning to leave bruises all over your bum.Â
âGo sit in timeout I don't want you to come out, until Daddy or I comes and get you, understood?â Bucky growled, sitting you on your timeout mat.Â
âOkay, James.â you huff, under your breath, but you weren't careful enough, Bucky quickly yanked you up by your arm, demanding to know what you said, Steve walked in, having heard all the shouting and crying.Â
âWhatâs going on in here?â Steve demanded, watching you struggling in Buckyâs grip.Â
âNothing for you to concern yourself with...Steve.â you just had to push it, didnât you.Â
Both Bucky and Steveâs eyes darkened.Â
âUpstairs. Now.â Steve pointed to the staircase. âGet in position and wait for us.âÂ
At first you didnât move, but a spank delivered to an already bruising mark, had you scuttling up the stairs quickly.Â
Once at the bedroom though, you felt a lot less obedient, you sat on the bed, fully clothed, looking round the room. Bored.Â
When Steve and Bucky walked through the door to see that you weren't kneeling and undressed like they had taught you, it only fuelled their annoyance.Â
âItâs very clear youâve forgotten who is Daddy here, princess.â Bucky walked over to you, pulling you off the bed with a tug of your hair, and pushing you onto your knees in front of him.Â
âLooks like you need a refresher on your manners.â Bucky lifted your shirt over your head, throwing it in a corner. They didnât let you wear a bra when they were home, so that solved the issue of that item. Steve walked over pinching your nipple with his thumb and finger and you whine, but stop when Steve gives you a glare.Â
Bucky easily lifts you into the air, your feet not touching the ground, as Steve rips your leggings and panties off, in one motion, throwing them next to your t-shirt. Bucky placed you back down, making sure you went back on your knees.Â
Steve went into your wardrobe returning with a red box, that was filled you with dread.Â
âNo, Daddy.â you beg, when he sets the box in front of you.
âOh, so you remember our names now.â Bucky tormented.Â
âPlease.â you pouted, but it was no use, your Daddies just stood over you, with an amused expression.Â
You open the lid, inside was your clamps. Bucky knelt down, he played with your nipple until it was so hard it was almost painful, but the pain came when he selected the appropriate clamp, and fixed it in place, making you whimper.Â
âShush.â Steve spoke flatly, kneeling next to Bucky and grabbing the other clamp. He teased and pinched the other nipple, until it had looked similar to the first, then added the clamp, making you wince.Â
âGet on the bed, legs spread.â Bucky taps your thigh, and you quickly move onto the bed, flinching when the clamps dangled and flapped agains you chest.
Once on your back, you bend your legs at the knee, opening them so that your Daddies had the perfect view of your pussy.Â
However it wasn't good enough, the sound of cuffs being pulled from under the bed, made your stomach do summersaults, your ankles being secured in them.Â
The cursed box jangled, as Steve placed it on the bed, Bucky held your lower lips apart, as Steve secured two clamps either side.Â
âDada, please.â you cry, but there's no use in your tears, youâre only making them harder.Â
âShh, the sooner you learn your manners the sooner Daddy and I will give you cuddles.â Steve spoke softly to you, which contrasted to his actions, which were duck taping the clamps to your inner thigh, so you were stretched bare to them.Â
âNow, we will be kind to you,â Bucky began, âWhich is more than what you deserve.â
âWe will let you pick which vibrator you want strapped to this beautiful little button.â Bucky used a single finger and rubbed over your exposed clit, making you shriek at the sensitivity.Â
âAh, no screaming, or Daddy will choose.â Steve tutted, showing you the box of various vibrators, you pointed to the one you thought was going to be the most merciful, but you didnât feel comforted, when Steve said.Â
âGood choice, I was going to pick that one.â Leaving the box to the side, you heard the click and low hum, before the tearing of tape, while they fixed it to your sensitive area.Â
You wiggle at the vibe, at the moment itâs too low to make you cum, but itâs definitely enough to make you wet and whimper.Â
âNow, you are going to learn to say please, and thank you.â Bucky explained, Steve disappeared, then returned with two chairs, placing them both at the end of the bed. He sat in one, while Bucky lingered by your open legs.Â
âYou are going to beg to cum, and then considering whether we feel youâve earned it or not, we will let you do so. When you want to cum, tell us, then you will say âPlease Daddies I want to cum.â then when we let you cum, you will say, âThank you Daddies for letting me cum.âÂ
Bucky revealed your whole punishment, then turning the volume up on the vibrator, which had you withering and writhing on the bed in not time, he sat in his chair next to Steve, who already had his cock out and was softly stroking himself to the sounds of your whisper, whimpering, begging and yelling.
Relationship | Bucky Barnes x fem!reader ; Steve Rogers x fem!reader
Warnings | NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI orgasm denial, sadomasochism, dom/sun relationship, voyeurism, exhibiting, cheating (debatable), spit kink, masturbation,cockwarming pet names, authority kink, breeding kink, fluff bc I canât help myself
Words | 2,114 words
Notes | Iâll probably edit this a bit later, but I feel bad for depriving yâall for so long. Also yes there will be a part two.
Steve had been holding out on you for weeks, torturing you to the point of grief. You understood why, but that didnât make it any less painful. You made a mistake, a big one that youâd rather not mention ever again. He was furious with you, deserved to say the least, and it broke your heart. That night, he grabbed your manicured hand and super solder stomped out the manor like he was contemplating murder. All things considered, the possibility isnât unlikely.
When your heels crossed the threshold of your house, he got to work very quickly. One minute you were talking if your shoes in shameful silence, the next your cheek was being pressed into the mattress. You worried about Bucky down the hall for a moment, only to remember he was probably get shitfaced with Sam downtown. You were slightly disappointed at that thought, admittedly.
Your boyfriend fucked you within an inch of your life that night, taking out all of his frustration by using your body as his own personal fuck toy. You didnât completely mind it to be honest, his moans and whispered curses were music to your ears. But then he didnât let you cum. Not even once. He would bring you to the edge over and over again, only to stop when he felt your walls squeeze around his pulsating cock.
âBad girls donât get to cum sweetheart. You know that.â
No matter how much you cried and begged, he refused. Steve came three times that night, spilling into you and painting your walls with his seed. Heâd fuck the cum back into you, only to stuff you again when he was ready.
That was four weeks ago, and itâs been hell ever since. You havenât been allowed to cum in over four weeks and itâs been driving you insane. Steve knows exactly how to get you riled up, aching for him only to be shut down. Sometimes heâd lead you into false pretenses, sliding a hand between your legs and rubbing your clit in a way only he seems to know how. And just as you reached the edge, heâd stop and pretend like nothing happened.
âFuck you Steve.â
âOh baby Iâm sure youâre dying to.â Heâd smirk and laugh at you, reveling in how desperate you acted.
You were. You were extremely desperate for him. The easy solution would be to just make yourself cum and be done with it. You knew that. But, you also knew that if Steve somehow found out(he has his ways, trust), youâd become involuntarily celibate until he gave the green light. Your boyfriend loved you to death, but he also hated when people didnât listen to his orders. Thatâs how people die, he says.
So you suffered and waited in anticipation.
*
You were ignoring Steve now, at least as much as you possibly could. The full-on silent treatment would piss him off to no end and then youâd never get what you wanted. Thus, you settled for speaking to him only when spoke to. He could be a little mad, but itâs not like you were completely foregoing his existence.
He called you for a favor, his voice bouncing along the walls and carrying itself upstairs. You knew what the favor likely was, but youâd honestly take anything at this point.
âYes, Steve?â
âCome keep your Captain warm with that pretty cunt.â Your core throbbed at his choice of words, legs like jelly as you walked over to the couch. His large hands clicked away at his phone, eyes flickering back and forth to the array of papers surrounding him. Business deals most likely. His suit was wrinkled and he still looked godly. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hair pushed back with a single strand hanging in his face, good grief it was a sight. And it did nothing to dull that ache between your thighs.
With shaking hands, you unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He was hard, harder than youâve seen in a considerably long time. It was nice to know that he was suffering just as much as you were. The tip was red and pulsing, and your eyes watched as precum dripped from the shaft. Hesitantly, you licked a stripe up his shaft, sucking ever so slightly. Steve stared into your eyes as you did so, looking as though he was going to bust any second. Guess youâre not the only desperate one.
Straddling his thick thighs, you prepared yourself to take him. Knowing it was a bad idea, you grabbed his cock and glided the tip between your lips, just so he could feel how wet you were. You were teasing him, just the way heâs been teasing you for the last month. Before he was able to bark at you in protest, you sank down on him, watching your pussy swallow his monster cock.
âFuck.â Steve cursed under his breath.
Without hesitating, you rolled your hips forward, only to be stopped abruptly by his large hands on your hips.
âNice try peach. Youâre gonna sit here and keep daddy warm, ok? And then maybe, Iâll fuck you. Think you can do that?â
You nodded with hope in your abdomen, your walls squeezing him even tighter at the thought.
âUse your words peach.â
âYes daddy.â
âGood girl.â
You sat impatiently but obediently as Steve worked around your body, finish up some assignments before the weekend. That was one of his ground rules: never work weekends if you can help it. As a public advocate, he used to spend almost every waking hour working on his cases; and then he met you. The two of you worked together on his projects, even though you werenât a lawyer. But you had the knowledge to do it if you wanted to. Your brains and his work ethic were a perfect match. Partners in crime, the two of you were.
You stared at his features, noting the way his brow creased when frustrated. You ran a delicate hand across his face, softening the tension. He turned to you for a moment, the two of you staring into each otherâs eyes. Itâs like you could communicate anything with each other without a single syllable; your bond was that strong. He grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles before setting it back down to your side. Maybe waiting wonât be so torturous.
You were wrong, very fucking wrong. Every now and then when you least expected it, Steve would shift his hips ever so slightly and thrust into you. He would pretend nothing happened and continue his work, all the while you choked on your moans.
Bad girls donât get to cum, you reminded yourself.
You rested your head on Steveâs shoulder, fighting the urge to disobey. The reward will be worth it, your thoughts chanted. Suddenly the paint on the walls became a topic of interest. Your eyes stared at the blue, finding something to keep you occupied as not to cry in frustration. The sound of flipping paper and clicking keys faded almost to silence in the background, your ears tuning out the chaos.
It was now that you felt worse than ever, furious with yourself for ducking everything up. Tears welled up in your eyes, but your forced them down with a quiet sniffle. At least what you thought was quiet. Suddenly the room was actually silent.
âBunny?â
âHm?,â you answered. You silently prayed that your voice wouldnât give you away.
Steve grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to look into his crystal blue eyes. Once hard and distant, they softened instantly at the sight of your face.
âHey, pretty girl. Whatâs up?â. Steve spokes with a voice more delicate than flower petals, clearly sincere in his words.
â âm sorry Steve. So sorry.â
You hadnât realized you had shed tears until Steve began to wipe your cheeks, his hand as delicate as possible. He peppered butterfly kisses on your cheeks and forehead, each one filled with remorse.
âBunny, I should be sorry. Shouldnât have let you suffer like this. Let me make it up to you, okay?â
âOkay.â You stared into his soft doe eyes filled with nothing but love. This was your Steve at heart.
âIâm gonna make you feel so good baby. So fucking good.â
Steve kissed your lips passionately, soft at first but becoming more desperate by the second. He sucked and nipped at your lips, soothing the burn with the wetness of his tongue.
His large hands gripped your waist, urging your him to roll forward. His grip was hard enough to leave you bruised, but the pain made it better. It let you know he was desperate and needy, which he deserved. You sunk your teeth into his neck, biting his sweet spot before soothing it with wet kisses and your tongue. Steve whimpered as you marked him, the pleasure overtaking his senses.
âYou like when I bounce on your cock Captain?â
Steve could barely form a coherent sentence, settling for cries of pleasure and a pathetic nod.
âHmm i bet you do. How my tight cunt grips you, how wet I am for you. You like that donât you baby? You need my pussy.â
âSo bad babâfuckâI need it so fucking badly.â Steve closed his eye, reveling in the wet sounds echoing around the room while you used him as your fuck toy. Youâre surprised he hadnât cum yet.
You were too caught up in egging your boyfriend on that you didnât notice the figure walking passed the doorway. You felt a shift though, looking up.
Your eyes met Bucky's from across the room, his tall figure standing at the threshold. He looked shocked to say the least, which was to be expected. But he didn't turn around and leave. Instead, he stood still, watching as you bounced on his best friend's cock, said best friend sucking hickeys across your chest. The room was decently lit, making the outline of Bucky's erection in his sweats very apparent. You smirked, an idea popping into your mind.
You motioned between moans to Buckyâs pants and hard-on, hoping heâd get the message. Luckily, he did. Teasingly, he pulled down his sweats to reveal nothing else. His erect cock sprung up, smacking against his stomach.
âFuck baby. God youâre so big.â
Steve moaned in response but it wasnât him you were speaking to. The super soldier wrapped his flesh fingers around his shaft and began to pump. A long string of spit dripped from his lips, providing the necessary lubrication. You want him to do that over your mouth, you thought. Youâd take every last drop without hesitation. He stared into your eyes, watching intently as Steve pounded mercilessly into your cunt.
You hugged your boyfriend close to your chest as you chased your orgasm. Moans and whimpers escaped your lips, not entirely the fault of the man under you. Buckyâs grip tightened on his cock, watching as you got off on each other. Steve gripped your hips for leverage, controlling the pace as the roll of your hips met his thrusts.
Bucky leaned against wall, spreading his legs to give you a better view of his size. You marveled at the length, shock and lust coursing through your veins. Steve was big, but Bucky. Heâd easily put you in a wheelchair, you were sure of it.
âYou like that baby?â He mouthed at you.
âFuck. Yes, fuck right there. Please keep going.â
Your brain whizzed with thoughts of the two men in the room, trying to keep up. Steveâs thrust began to get more sloppy and hard, letting you know he was close. His warm, wet fingers rubbed your clit, helping you chase your orgasm. The squelching sounds of your cunt as you bounced encouraged Bucky, wanting to cum when you did. Your moans and pleads were like music to his ears, knowing many of them werenât actually for Steve. He felt that familiar ache in his balls, watching tears stream down your face when the pleasure became too much to bear.
âSteve, fuck Iâm gonna cum. Please let me cum, I want it so bad.â His soft lips sucked at your sweet spot, pushing you over the edge. Your pussy squeezed Steve like a vice, milking him as he pumped thick white ropes into you. But all you could focus on was the face Bucky made when he came, cum painting his chest and abdomen. After a few moments of silence, a lazy smile grew onto his baby pink lips. He lifted himself off the wall and left without a sound. He was the Winter Soldier through and through.
Summary: Bucky has only one thing on his mind to tonight and that's to make you his. And he hopes you'll never want to let him go.
Pairing: Alpha Bucky x Omega Reader
Work Count: 2.5K
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, consenual biting, mutual marking, smut, creampie, rough sex, minors DNI, overstimulation (if you squint). Soft Bucky turned Dom Bucky, size kink, mentions of belly bulge
A/N: Unbeta'd. Do not copy, translate, repost or rewrite my work, even if you credit me. I do not give my permission for my works to be copied or shared on other sites. Likes, reblogs and comments are cherished.
The reddish-yellow flame comes to life around the wick, swaying and flickering, the soft glow reflecting in his sapphire eyes. Backing away with a pleased hum, he looks over the mantle, adjusting the last of the candles, hints of white tea and vanilla drifting across him in hazy waves.
They remind him of your unique scent as he inhales the air, so sweet, delicate, and fresh. After tonight, heâll make sure he carries your scent on him wherever he is. Its a gnawing feeling, unfamiliar to him. Wanting to let the world know that you belong to him and he belongs to you.
He's never felt like this with other omegas.
But they've never been you.
Placing the silver lighter on the nightstand, he glances around the room. Anything he deemed too rough, too Alpha was tossed out and replaced with things he hopes youâll like. Fresh new sheets under the thick duvet, which is now the softest thing he owns. He bought a few all in your favorite colors. His favorite shirts folded neatly along the edge of the bed. He spent a long time making sure he heavily drenched them in his scent.
If you choose even one for your nest-Bucky breaks into a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.
Bucky knows he shouldnât feel as anxious as he does, but he canât help it. The same way he canât help, the way his heart thuds a little harder in his chest whenever he thinks about you. Here. In his room.
He canât help the way his stomach twists just a little when he imagines you on his bed, marking his things with your scent, touching his sheets, clothes. Touching him. Letting him touch you. Becoming part of his life, his world.
He could easily claim you, use his Alpha status, commands, and size to dominate you into being his. But hereâs the thing. He wants you to be his, but he needs you to want it as much as he does.
Heâs taken his time with you, knowing that you deserve to be wooed properly. Wanting to care for you, cherish you the way you deserve. His Alpha nature wanting to make you happy. Dates to the museums, botanic gardens, movies, any place you like, dinners at fine restaurants, and little hole in the wall diners where you spend the entire time squished against his side in a booth too tiny for his large body, arms, and hands tangled as you eat, laugh and talk.
Bucky wants you to have all the best things, everything he has is yours, even if you donât know it yet.
His new favorite hobby is finding presents for you, little treasures, each carrying his scent, of course. Personalized gifts sent to your house and work, most for no reason other than they reminded him of you.
Most of them hand-delivered because he canât get enough of how flustered you get when he gives you something, you have no idea how much he adores your small pleased chirp that slips out when he leans in, asking if you like it little one. It makes his heart sing, knowing how much he affects you.
His Alpha pride blooming the more you fall for him.
Bucky bounds down the steps when he senses your arrival. Opening the door before you have a chance to knock, he holds back a chuckle when you startle, grabbing your overnight bag before it slips from your hand. âHi, little one,â he warmly greets, stepping back to let you inside.
You smile shyly in response, your curious eyes darting around the hallway. Anticipation crackling in the air. While itâs not the first time youâve been in his house, itâs the first time youâll go further than the living room. You answer his questions about your day and the ride over here as he guides you up the stairs, his large hand splayed across the small of your back.
Bucky hovers behind you, waiting patiently as you stare into his bedroom. After tonight youâll belong to Bucky Barnes. You swallow down the whimper that wants to escape your throat, your pussy aching at the thought of finally being his, your slick coating your panties.
HIs shuddery breath lets you know he can smell how aroused you are. Glancing over your shoulder, his heady lust-filled gaze makes you bite your lip. His eyes drop to your bottom lip, caught between your teeth, a low growl rising from his chest. The deep sound making your stomach tense in anticipation.
You step inside his bedroom, awash in the soft glow of candlelight, your knees almost buckling when his scent overwhelms you. Stronger than youâve ever experienced. Fresh rain and plums, hints of evergreen laced throughout. All uniquely him.
Walking around the California king bed, you place your bag by his shirts. âI thought you could have a nest here.â His unspoken with me resonates in the quiet air.
You smile, imagining a large nest surrounding you and Bucky as you touch the soft fabric of his Henley with your fingertips. Your hand stills when you hear his breath hitch, your eyes flicker up to his large body. His hands fisted at his sides as he cranes his head back. You stare at his pulse beating in his neck, the omega in you preening when you take in how badly he wants you.
No one has wanted you the way he has. Itâs intoxicating and exhilarating.
You pad over to him, placing your hands on his warm broad chest. Exposing your throat in submission. âMake me yours.â
He's waited so long to hear those words, his control begins to fray, taking every ounce of his being to keep from bending you over the side of the bed and claiming your body.
Still, he promised himself to take his time with you
Bucky grazes his teeth along the curve of your neck, back and forth until you whine, twisting your hands in the fabric of his shirt. âPlease, Bucky.â
He hums into your skin, his breath washing over you. He bites down gently, too gently. You want to feel his teeth sink into you, claiming you so bad youâre trembling with need. âPlease, please Bucky.â
God, he wonât stop teasing you. His hands shifting over your hips, pressing your belly into his large, hard cock. Warm and throbbing. Your slick cunt drenched and aching. Another plea ignored while you slide your hands into his soft hair and push him down with a whimper. He chuckles, nipping your skin so lightly you want to scream.
âBuc-â your voice cracks when he groans into your neck, his tongue laving the bruises he creating on your skin.
Heâs so big and warm. Smells so good. Youâve never wanted anything, anyone more. Every instinct, every part of you crying for him to take you. To make you his girl, his omega, you want him to be your-
âAlpha.â
Bucky stills in your arms, his grip tightening around you as he grows impossibly harder. He's waited so long to hear that word as well, sweeter than he dreamed.
âAlpha, please.â Breathy and desperate in his ear.
Bucky closes his eyes, his hands sweeping up your back. Your voice is addictive, and heâs going to do everything in his power to keep his name on your lips. You say it again, awakening his dormant feral nature.
His teeth sink down, a burst of pain and pleasure shocking you to your very core and you go limp.
Bucky cradles your body, walking you back to the bed, biting harder into your soft skin until you shiver, crying out his name. Bonding you to him, a connection, so deep and primal that he canât let go. He feels you, the urge to claim you, take you overwhelming his senses.
Bucky releases you, his dazed eyes darkening as he looks at his mark on your pretty skin. âMine. Need you right now.â He says, brokenly, frantic and demanding.
âYours. Love you.â You gasp into his chest, pulling at his shirt, needing to feel his skin on you. He licks the bite and your eyes roll back. Another desperate gasp pulled from your lips. âAlpha.â
Heâs so big, you donât know how heâs going to fit.
âLove you, little one. My pretty little omegaâ He decorates your skin with soft, passionate kisses along your neck, up across your jaw in between ripping your clothes off, your greedy hands pulling and tugging at his belt as he yanks his t-shirt over his head, the pile of shirts and your bag tumbling to the carpet.
A flurry of torn fabric fluttering to the floor until youâre naked before him. Your eyes roaming down his large muscular body until you reach his cock swaying in the air, the swollen tip leaking.
âDonât worry, little one, your pussy is made for me.â He arrogantly smirks, covering you with his large warm body, his smooth chest brushing over your sensitive nipples. âIâll fit-â He groans, slotting a thigh between your legs, â-in your tight little pussy.â He pushes his thigh over your mound, swallowing your needy moan when he glides over your clit.
Bucky swears heâs going to take his time later, bury his head between your thighs until you beg him to stop, tear you apart piece by piece until youâre a trembling fucked out mess but right now he has to be inside you, needing your warmth around him.
His soft lips drape over yours, deepening the kiss as he moves over you, mumbling your name when you reach between your bodies, grabbing his thick cock in your hands, guiding him to your pulsating core. You grab his firm back, keening into his mouth when you feel his swollen head breach your core, his thrust slow and deliberate, his veiny ridges stretching your silken walls.
His groan rings in your ears. âGoddamn, youâre tight, so fucking tight, fit around me so good, you know that, donât you? You know how good you feel.â He praises, continuing to fill you until his pelvis is flush against yours. âSo fucking perfect doll.â
You dig your sharp nails into his back with a muffled cry. So good, so good you think, squeezing your eyes shut as he moves deeper in you, god heâs so good.
It is, it, you were his the moment he laid eyes on you.
âWe havenât even started yet,â he chuckles, swiping his lips over your swollen mouth, âbreathe pretty girl.â Another chuckle rumbles over your neck when you arch off the bed as he slides out of you, âGonna have fun ruining your pussy, fuck, this pussy is going to be mine, isnât it?â His next deep stroke making you wail.
His words punctuated by another harsh thrust that you feel in your stomach. You try to answer but can only gasp when he lifts your hips, making you take every inch of him.
Bucky moves deeper inside your hot, wet pussy until he can see your belly bulge, his masculine ego enlarging with each sob and moan he drags out of you. He can feel how close you are, the waves of bliss drowning you until you tense beneath him, his pace quickening as he pushes you closer to your high. âCum for me, be a good girl, and cum for me.â
Your body obeys his hotly whispered command, your orgasm crashing into you. Chanting his name, you rake your nails down his back, grabbing his ass, crying out, âOh god, Bucky, oh, Buc-,â you sob out, your head lolling back, the candlelight shining over his mark.
His hips slow to a steady pace, never ceasing as he rolls you on top of him. Pleasure sparking through your body with each powerful stroke.
Placing your hands beside his head, you gaze down at him, wheezed gasp slipping through your lips. Bucky offers you his neck, his position almost submissive if not for the smirk in his eyes. And the way his massive hands firmly roll your hips over his cock. âGo on, pretty girl.â
Tears shimmer in your widening eyes, you swallow thickly. Oh. Oh, Bucky. You place your mouth on his broad shoulder, feeling his gland. Youâve never heard of an alpha willing to wear his omegaâs mark, to have Bucky offering you his throat is indescribable. To be loved the way he loves you, god you donât know how youâre going to survive him.
You bite down, feeling the bond open even wider. You feel him, hear him. He loves you so much.
His guttural groans of pleasure make you clench down as he slides out of you. When you release him, looking in wonder at the bite on his broad shoulder, he slides his hands over your hips, murmuring good girl. The room spins as he rolls you back over. Bucky thrusts into you, the headboard slamming against the wall so hard it cracks.
He craves you.
His cock stretching you, going so deep inside you. More tears form as pleasure spreads across your entire body, his solid, heavy chest driving into the soft duvet.
Sweet girl.
âYou feel me right here, donât you?â He presses his hand on your belly, feeling his bulge with each deep thrust. âYouâre going to feel me all weekend.â He promises, wild eyes meeting your dazed ones.
Perfect, so fucking perfect.
He places your leg over his arm and grabs the headboard. âYeah, you are.â He swears under his breath, watching your mouth fall open, a thin high moan emerging from your throat. He grins, knowing heâs found your sweet spot. âFuck, I could live in your cunt, stay inside you all the fucking time. So goddamn good.â
Love you. Adore you. Worship you.
He laces his metal fingers between yours, pinning your hand over your head. Mine. Mine. Your cries of pleasure making him snap his hips into yours. Wet sloshing of your cunt intertwining with the nearly vulgar sounds of skin slapping. Mine. All mine. His deep moans in your ear as you pant, his name garbled on your tongue as you give yourself to him. âIâm yours, Bucky, please, please Iâm so close-â you slur, unable to finish your thought when he changes his pace, your breath rasping out.
âYou wanna cum for me donât you little one, youâre gonna be good for me, go on and give it to me.â He whispers over your mouth, his forehead resting on yours as he watches you fall apart.
Your walls spasm over his cock, making his pace fraught and erratic, he lets go of the splintered headboard, finding your clit between your sweaty bodies, swollen and sensitive, his thumb swirling around your bud hard and fast until the coil snaps. Another orgasm rocking you, making you clench down on him.
âThere you go, such a good girl, my pretty girl.â He coos, smiling as you thrash under him. âThatâs it, knew you could take it.â
He grinds his hip down so hard you cum again, grunting when you clamp down, âshit youâre still milking my cock-â You tremble, not hearing him over the roar in your ears. âGonna fill you up, wanna see me leak out of your pretty, greedy little cunt.â He groans, his words making your stomach flutter. You love when he loses control, his words rushing out of him as he pounds you into you, chasing his high, his eyes focused on your face.
You nearly cum again when warmth blooms in your core, his hot spend coating your walls as he goes still, only his hips jerking slightly until he collapses on top of you.
âHow are you feeling?â he asks, turning you on your side, his cock nestled within you.
âAmazing, Bucky.â You rasp out, snuggling into his sweat-slicked chest. Your tired giggles ending in a yawn.
âMe too.â Bucky kisses your forehead, pulling back with a smile. âDidnât mean to wear you out like this.â His smug tone making you give him a look that says you donât believe him, his shrug in return replying he knows. âGo to sleep, I got you.â
You drift off feeling protected and cherished in his arms, your unbreakable bond strengthening with each whispered affirmation of love, pulling you closer to him. Buckyâs deep voice drifts over you as he continues to praise you for being so perfect for him. He watches the candlelight dance over your sleeping face.
He scents your neck, inhaling you, a dizzying combination of the both of you wafting off your skin. Yeah, he's going to make sure you always smell like this. Reverently touching his mark, he murmurs, "good night sweet girl."
Say, Mob!Steve or just dark!Steve takes the reader and at first it's all brutal but then he falls for her. How do you think she would react when his love triggers her own feelings? Loving someone who hurt you đ
Title: Condemned to Him
Pairing: soft!dark!Steve x Reader
Summary: Itâs hard to love someone you were meant to hate. But Steve doesnât care, and he will have your love no matter how much you deny it.
Words: 1.8k
Warnings: Hate sex, smut, past non-con mentioned, kidnapping implied, dubious consent, possessiveness, implied forced marriage, mentions of violence and guns, angst, reader in third person pov, 18+ ONLY
A/N: I have never written from a characterâs first person pov before, and phew, it is was a little much. For all those waiting for my Halloween fics, I am afraid youâre gonna have to wait longer. I lost my muse there for a while.
My mother told me that death is the ultimate peace. Everyone dies, one day so will I, but until the time that never ending embrace came for me, I lived my life with little regrets. At lease I did, as of a couple months ago. Now I stare at her, watching the way she dipped her pinky into the ketchup only to lick it, sometimes tracing random swirls with it on her plate. She hasnât looked at me, not once in nearly two weeks.
I think again that my mother was a wise woman, but she never thought Iâd be stupid enough to die this way. Because that is what she does to me. She is killing me, every damn day, a tiny bit everyday the more she stays silent, the more she refuses to meet my eyes. Itâs ironically fitting. There is no peace in my life without her, and she is the one who would bring me death. I wonât get peace in death; I will get death by peace.
âI can cook you something else if you donât like this.â I said, trying once more to get her attention. She doesnât even react. I know she hates what is on her plate, but she pointedly picked up her spoon and took in a mouthful. Right now, I feel as if sheâd rather drink poison than look at me.
Sighing, I try to reach across the table to her, my hand an inch away from hers when she quickly got up and dumped her leftovers in the trash, walking away without a look behind her back. No one shows me their back, not unless they want a bullet in it. She doesnât care. She doesnât fear me anymore.
If there is one thing she knows, it is that I will not hurt her. Never again, not after I lost my heart to her so tragically that Shakespeare would pay me good money to have an opportunity to write about it.
Give her space, that is what they told me. But space from what? How? I cannot stop loving her, I cannot stop myself from crawling in the bed beside her, staring at her face bathed in moonlight. She can hate me, she can even kill me, but she cannot leave me. I wouldnât let her.
My fingers slide slowly over the few inches that separate us, gently landing on her shoulder. She was awake, I knew she was, and her body became rigid. It had been more than a month since I fucked her, nearly two weeks since I last touched her. With the way her skin came alive with goose bumps, I know she missed my touch too. If I was a slave to my heart, she was a slave to her body. She couldnât help craving my touch any more than I could stop craving her heart.
I pulled her close, rolling on top of her and groaning quietly at her eyes that lay stubbornly closed. My lips press softly against one, and then the other, feeling her eyelashes fluttering against my mouth. Her breath hitched, fingers twisting into the sheets, and I cursed her for keeping herself from me. She wants me, and I am here to give her everything.
Please God, just let her look at me.
I kiss down her face, tracing the curve of her shoulder and neck and the soft swell of her chest, reveling in the softest whines she let escape. Her body was clenched tight, like a snake coiled tight and ready to attack only she relaxed with every touch of my lips. I pushed away the flimsy robe from her body, the one she still wore to bed. Maybe it was habit, most probably it was torture. I could see her, but I couldnât touch her. Couldnât taste her.
But she didnât stop me today. I bathed her in my tongue, relishing her taste and feel, fingers digging into her flesh to reclaim the body that I had stolen. I wasnât gentle the first night I took her. She had cried under me, pleading to be let go as I satiated my appetite inside her. She didnât want me then, and I didnât love her then. But now, she wanted me, and I loved her. But there was only silence.
Please God, just let her say my name.
The moment I entered her, her eyes snapped open and she raised them heavenwards to glare at the monster up there, probably telling him to fuck off for letting me get to her. I filled her perfectly, and her hands twitched until she lost the battle and wrapped them around me. Her neck was tilted to stop the temptation of facing me. And I let her have her dignity by burying my face in her breast and breathing hard as I thrust inside her.
It was so gentle, and I knew she hated it. Her entire body trembled as I touched her like a lover, coaxing her to open up. She once told me that sheâd rather take my bullet than my heart, but I was a man rarely denied. I forced her to take my love, forced it into the marks of my teeth that littered her collar bone and the mouth hands that worshiped her and the lips that formed her name with every passing second.
She was close, I could tell. Her thighs shook and nails dug hard into my shoulders and the moment she came, I knew what would happen. Love was about letting go, about relaxing in its embrace. She snapped. Her eyes flew to mine and filled with rage, and she clawed like a tigress. I was prepared for her fight, prepared to see her eyes narrowed in hatred and I reveled in it.
I could take her bitterness; I could take every scar she ever gave me as long at those eyes were locked with mine in the battle of wills and hearts. She cried, fighting hard the way she knows I like, and my lips curled into a smile, hips hammering harder, causing her to wince and curse but retaliate with more vigor. The ring on her hand, the one I had forced there, cut across my cheek as she slapped me, and I couldnât help but laugh.
Let her cut me open and wring me dry of the last drop of blood as long as she was mine. As long as she stayed under me like this and called me words that no one dared say to me at my face. I held her strong, fucking her so hard that I know she hurt for real. But the tears that slipped past her eyes werenât those of physically agony. When I had stolen her body, she used to cry with pain. Now that I am stealing her soul, she cries because of loss.
I am as battered as her abused hole, her fingers tangled in my hair that she tried best to uproot. But as angry as she was, the wetness that slicked between her legs gave her away. She didnât stop me. She hurt me, but she didnât stop me. One word from her and I would have. Between us, she has all the power, but she takes my lust and my need and my love and throws back her anger and disgust at me, poorly concealing the feelings that she reciprocated inside her very being.
I pitied her then, because I would hate it too if my captor turned out to be my pardoner, if the villain I was sworn to hate wore a shining armour and became my hero. I made her fall for me, and she could hate me for it, but she would still love me. I made sure of it.
The moment she begins to close her eyes I grab her face hard, grunting as I pushed into her struggling body with enough force to bruise both of us. Our hearts were already broken, so some bones wouldnât hurt as much.
âDonât look away. Not now.â
I am begging, pleading, ordering, praying, everything and nothing as she looks at me and falls apart. I push away as she arches her back and shakes in pleasure, my mouth finding her cunt and diving in until her shrieks are heard by God and Satan and angels and demons who all stop to watch us burn. My tongue sweeps inside and flicks until she cums again, trying to pull away from my mouth unsuccessfully that keeps up until she is sobbing and cuming once more.
She lays limp on her bed, the fight fucked out of her as I enter her once more and take her harder and faster and with more love than either of us knows what to do with. I release inside, marking her as mine and holding her close, ignoring the blood that leaks down the cuts that she inflicted on me. I would put a dagger in my own heart to see her smile.
Please God, let her smile again.
âSteve.â She says, and my heart freezes before burning again because I never thought she would say my name again. It tastes like poison to her, and she only spits it out. But now, she sobs. âWhy cannot you let me hate you in peace?â
I want to. I want to give her everything she ever wants. I want to give her my gun and ask her to point it at me and end her suffering. Mine too. But I love her so much. And I love her so selfishly. She was mine, and her every breath was mine. We could spend the rest of our lives fighting, with her clawing at me and me chasing her when she tries to run, but we will spend it together.
Because she was here to stay. She was my heart. My true heart. The one inside my chest could shrivel up and die but she would live and beat and thrive, and as long as she did, so would I. I didnât know how to leave her alone.
âI will let you strangle me right now.â I promise her, pulling her broken body close. âI would let you take out the last dregs of your hate and rage on me, right here, right now, if you promise to love and mourn me for the rest of your life. For your love, I would die.â
This night, she doesnât sleep with her back to me. Her head is on my chest, and I wonder what she is thinking. Maybe counting my heartbeats. Or maybe contemplating how to stop them.
I donât care. As long as she is mine, as long as I have her here with me, I will survive.
I rarely do a comment rb for fics but for this one I really had to and tbh I don't know what to say about this fic, I'm just sat here feeling so many things at once. I could give you all the praise but it would never be enough to tell you how talented you are!
This really is one of the best fics I've ever read here. There were so many lines in here where I was like 'holy shit' and I had to take a breath. The imagery you give in the piece is so heartbreakingly beautiful, honestly I think I am in love with fic.
This part âI will let you strangle me right now.â I promise her, pulling her broken body close. âI would let you take out the last dregs of your hate and rage on me, right here, right now, if you promise to love and mourn me for the rest of your life. For your love, I would die.â was my absolute favourite, I reread it about 8 times its giving me all the feelsssđ
This comment made me tear up đ„șđ as a writer, it always makes my day when a reader feels so impacted by words I write. Thank you so much for writing this because this is absolutely precious to me. I'm so glad you enjoyed reading this. Thank you âŁïž you are too kind and sweet âŁïž
