The Scarecrow Walks At Midnight

Heys Nia, I’ve been following you for quite some time and I noticed that you were getting called out in this post by a another blog. Is everything alright? I am really enjoying your fanfics so yeah I wanted to let you know.

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Monstertober Day 4:

Somebody’s watching me🦇

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky x Victim!reader

Warnings: Non con→Dub con, near death, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, dacryphilia, marking/biting, bruises (not the kinky kind), scratching, aphrodisiac, choking, spiting, making you drink your own blood, utter filth

Nicknames: Bambi, Doll, Deer, Pet

Word count: 2.5k

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

Have you ever felt like there was a pair of eyes following your every move?

All day that feeling’s been persistently nagging at the back of your mind. Each time you turned around, your eyes frantically scanned your apartment for the traces of the eyes. Nothing. You honestly felt like you were going crazy the entire day; when you were cooking you placed down the vegetable peeler to take the lid off the pasta that was boiling, you couldn’t have been turned around for more than fifteen seconds, you felt warm air blow against your neck and spun around instantly and there was nothing, no one and your vegetable peeler was also gone. You later found it on the coffee table. Odd, that’s all you could really say to abate the panic bubbling inside of you, the agitating feeling that you were not alone in your tiny one bedroom apartment. There was no way that you put that vegetable peeler on that coffee table, you knew that—but you lied to yourself.

As if nothing had happened, you sat down at the coffee table, put on Netflix and drowned out your fears for an hour, relaxed and laughed and now it was time to shower.

Slowly, you slipped off your clothes; shivering at the chilly air as it sends ripples of goosebumps across your skin, your nipples harden and you wrap your towel around yourself protectively, unsure if you’re protecting yourself from the cold or prying eyes. You open the bathroom door, staring out into the corridor one final time before letting out a steady breath and closing it. No one was there. “There's no one here, you’re being silly.” You reassured yourself, letting out a stifled laugh at the notion of someone being in your apartment.

You got in the shower, allowing the hot streams of water to wash away the stress that had plagued you all day. You lifted up your body wash squeezing a generous amount in your hand before spreading it across your body.

Thud

Your blood ran cold.

You turned off the shower, grabbed your towel, swaddled yourself in it and threw open the door to the bathroom “Listen! I know someone’s in here! So you better get the fuck out before I find you!” What were you going to do if you found someone? You had no idea. There was no way you could overpower someone, especially not in your towel.

Silence rang out in your apartment. Maybe you were going absolutely nuts. But it sounded so real.

You stomped through your apartment, heart hammering against your ribcage like a prisoner trying to escape, searching every single room. Throwing open each door one by one; as you did the terror you were feeling began to dissipate. You reached you living room, the rug was a bit dirty, but that was probably just from you spilling some dirt after repotting your plants.

Returning to your shower, you felt confident no one was inside your house. You had thoroughly checked reached individual room of your small apartment; looking behind your sofa, behind tables in the corner, even under your bed which took you a while to type yourself up to do.

You finished your shower, uneventfully, and got into your pjs and staggered over to your bed practically collapsing into it. The storm outside was raging on, rain hammering against your window, you laid on your side staring at the void. Lightning flashed and a rumble of thunder rolled on behind it, making you snuggle further into your heap of blankets. You let your eyes fall closed, listening to the rain.

Scratch

A branch must have been scratching against your window, you tried to ignore it.

Whack

Scratch

You threw your covers off, stomping over to the window and throwing it open to snap the branch. That’s when you realised. There was no tree that close to your window.

You were pushed to the ground by a person that came through your window. Your head hit the carpet as the person caged you in, the rain soaking his clothes from outside dripping onto you “Thanks for letting me back in, Doll.”

Glowing red eyes stared directly into your soul, you slammed your fists into him desperately in an attempt to get him off “Get the fuck off me! Who the hell are you?!” A scream died in your throat when an icy arm snaked around your throat pushing painfully into your trachea and pulling you into his broad chest.

“That is not very nice, I’ve been watching you all day after all. I even helped you clean up your vegetable peeler.” Your eyes grew as wide as dinner plates and your throat went dry at his confession. Hot tears streamed down your face and you opened your mouth to scream but a powerful hand clapped over your mouth “shhh. No need to talk, just relax for me little Bambi.” He steadily let his hand covering your mouth slip to below your chin and turned your head to face him. The harsh blue glow of lightning lit up the room for a brief moment and you were able to see him more clearly. His chiselled features are burned into the back of your eyelids; his chocolate brown hair, his sculpted jaw besprinkled with the beginnings of a beard. He was so enchantingly beautiful.

“You look so beautiful when you cry.” His reddened lips were slightly parted in an impish smile exposing his needle sharp canine teeth that glinted in the fleeting light, the sight of his wolf like canines only deepened your unease “Your heart is pounding Bambi.” He cooed letting out a dark chuckle as he tightened his hold on your throat, pulling you flush against you till his whole being is engulfing you—imprisoning you against his bulky figure, you cough as he squeezes. He lowers his head to the crook of your neck nudging his nose just below your ear and inhaling deeply. The strange man let out a groan in response “Fuck you smell so good, little deer. You’re going to be good for me aren’t you? Gonna be so good for Bucky whilst he eats his fill…In more ways than one.” His tone is honeyed, smooth and so sinfully deep that it allows you to momentarily forget that he is only using one of his arms to hold you in place, also the fact that he climbed through your window which was on the fourth floor. Then you feel something wet and cold lick down your neck before a sharp pain radiates through your shoulder, you wail in response; digging your nails into his hairy arm leaving bloody crescents as you drag them across Bucky’s skin praying that he will let you go.

Your head grows cloudy as he continues to suck, the wet lapping of his tongue against your skin and the sound akin to the slurping of a straw in an empty juice box overpowers the clattering of the rain outside. Uncomfortable heat spreads across your skin, leaving all your limbs tingling. Costively he lowers you to the floor, as he does the whole world feels like it’s tilting on its axis, the room around you is barely visible as your vision swims making your stomach do somersaults as you swallow down the urge to vomit. Your head is pressed sideways against the carpet and you rest on your elbows, knees bent with your ass in the air. The queasy feeling in you subsides and instead melts into a pleasurable throb in between your thighs.

Bucky’s teeth finally leave your neck, but he remains bent over you—his tongue swiping across your skin, collecting the excess blood that’s dripping from the punctures on your neck “God I knew I made the right choice. I could smell you from miles away, I followed the scent and it brought me here. This is the sweetest blood I’ve ever tasted, you’re like a heavenly nectar. My forbidden from the tree in Eden.” He growls, you feel him run his tongue across the holes last time; his head hovers over your neck, mouth open, hot puffs of air warming your skin. He pulls away. “I’ll stop for now, I still want you conscious whilst I fuck you and I need to savour your flavour.”

You slur out a jumbled ‘no’ and ‘fuck off’ in response, but he just titters condescendingly at the state of you; running his hands across your back in an exaggeratedly soothing motion. His hands slink round to your chest, squeezing your breasts before he tears your shirt down the middle in one harsh yank. You shift under him, unintentionally rubbing your ass into his bulge “Where’d all the fight go my frightened little bambi? Did it feel good having a vampire drain you of most of your blood?” Bucky withdraws himself from his position on top of you, removing his arm from the side of your head, instead opting to perch on his knees behind you. Planting both his hands on your hips and pulling you against him, grinding his clothed dick against you dampening pyjama shorts.

“Uhn- feels so good.” You keened into his touch, your previous hesitancy and fear becoming a distant memory, replaced by overwhelming lust that was corrupting your mind. His metal hand meanders down to the thin fabric tearing it and your panties easily, exposing your leaking slit to the cold air leaking in from the open window.

Bucky swiped two of his fingers down your creamy cunt, humming approvingly at the slick “Us vampires have a certain venom in our saliva, you’ll find that this is going to be the best pleasure that you’ve ever experienced. Rather sad, because it's going to be the last you ever feel.” He squeezed your clit between his fingers, toying with the button to hear you pathetic whines “Your pussy is practically drooling for me.” He roughly shoved two large, chilly fingers into you, pistoning them in and out—watching as you hole clenches around them trying to coax them back inside. He scissors his fingers twice before landing a slap on one of your ass cheeks, you yelp, your pussy clamps around his thick fingers. He repeats the action and you clench tighter “Naughty girl, getting turned on from me spanking you ass.” His the playful and teasing. Bucky slips his fingers out and you whimper at the loss, the burn within you becoming unbearable, your ability to think coherently fading with each passing second—the only thought left behind was of him. Of Bucky and his cock that was going to split you open. You knew it was thick and long, you could feel it against your thigh as finger fucked you. “Even your juices taste divine, Doll, you were made for me.” You hear his suck his fingers a bit more, before the brief sharp hiss of his jeans zipper being undone puts an end to your needy groaning. You feel the girthy wet tip of his cock circle your quivering hole, goosebumps litter your skin once again as both of his cold hands return to their position at your hips.

He plunges all of his length inside you at once, his thick length stretches you painfully around him. Your toes curl as he continues to pound into you at a ferocious pace, not stopping once for you to adjust to his length. You let out a scream, biting your forearm as he angles his hips making you squeal. A ruthless smack meets your rear, you tighten around him; but even that doesn’t make him falter. His grip on your hips grows tighter, tight enough to break through the stifling pleasure and bring you back to your senses briefly; until another harsh thrust that bashes your cervix knocks you back into your pleasurable slurry—that has you sobbing with every rhythmic thrust. Orgasm builds in your lower gut, you were in sheer bliss as you came on his cock. It was the most mind numbing orgasm you’d ever experienced. Your legs give out below you, but his beefy arm keeps you up. He drapes himself back over you, his pace quickening, thrust becoming more erratic, hungrier as face lingered above your other shoulder. He licked the shell of your ear and pressed wet, hot open mouth kisses to the skin of your neck, the dusting of stubble on his jaw itching your skin; he grunted as his cock twitched inside you. Bucky rammed his hips into yours with one last powerful thrust then he sunk his fangs into your other shoulder.

The agony of the bite granted you a fleeting moment of clarity of what was happening. The fact that a strange man, a vampire, had climbed into your window and taken you against your will and was now sucking you dry of your blood. It all seemed like one convoluted dream, no, a nightmare. But these thoughts faded just as quickly as they flashed in your mind, instead they liquefied into a sea of nothingness. No thoughts, just feelings. A delightful, spin tingling, lip biting sensation that flooded your whole body, making you a pliable, moaning, dribbling mess below the vampire that was mauling your shoulder. You couldn’t feel the blood trickling down your chest or the barbaric way his teeth dug into every square inch of your neck and shoulder. You were on the brink of death and yet you put up no fight, you were revelling in the ecstasy that was muddling your brain. He was killing you so softly “Taste so good, best thing I’ve ever tasted. I’m so glad I followed your scent, Bambi.” Bucky pulled himself off your shoulder and slipped out of your tight heat, grabbing you arm and flipping you onto your back. His eyes stared down into yours; your pupils blown wide as you laid delirious mouth hanging open dumbly. He spat into your mouth, then glided his fingers over the blood running down your tit and shoved it into your mouth, wiping the blood on to your tongue “Swallow it, Pet, and be mine forever.”

You did as he said and reality grew clearer. You looked at him cluelessly “What?” You croaked, voice strained from screaming.

His cold hand stroked your face and he hushed you a smile that did not reach his eyes contorting his features “I made you a Blood slave, Bambi, so I can feast on you forever. Forever and Always.”

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Distracting Daddy

(Part 1/2) Taking what you want

CEO!Steve Rogers, Daddy!Steve Rogers

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Ddlg, asphyxiation/choking, oral fixation (thumb sucking), hand kink, scent kink, size kink/ size difference , Daddy, Dom/Sub dynamic, word slut is used (not by Steve), reverse cow girl, uniform/suit kink

Nicknames: Princess, angle, brat, little girl, Baby girl, Daddy

Word count: 3.1k

He’s told you time and time again not to disrupt him whilst he’s on a work call, but this time you can’t help yourself. Seeing your daddy with his fitted dress shirt sleeves rolled up his thick, veiny muscular arms drives you wild and always causes your pussy to tingle. You want to ride him whilst he strangles you with his one of his expensive ties and get lost in the manly, musky scent of his cologne and today you just couldn’t suppress the temptation. You know what awaits you as soon as he finishes his call, but while he’s busy you have his undivided attention.

Part 2 coming soon, if I can stop thinking of more random scenarios for five seconds to be able to write coherently. I have so many drafts T~T

You were bored, well bored was an understatement. Your Daddy had been on one of his ‘Important Daddy business’ phone calls for almost three hours, but it felt like an eternity, he’d promised he wouldn’t be long but he’d lied. He said something about it being an extremely important phone call, one to close a multimillion dollar deal; You didn’t really pay attention to what he said, just the end part where he said he’d be able to buy you so many nice things. You were looking forward to your spending spree, but sitting on your shared California king mattress, tv on low acting as white noise, holding Stevie, your funshine carebear, the absence of your daddy’s touch was killing you, your princess parts ached. Just before the call you had convinced Steve to take a break and fool around with you, your orgasm was so close; his tongue was drawing tight circles on your clit as his long, thick digits massaged that spot inside of you that made your legs twitch and shake. And just as the knot inside of you was beginning to tighten, your head was beginning to cloud and your eyes were rolling back into your head Steve’s ringtone disrupted your pleasure, you begged him not to answer but he said he had to “It’s Stark princess, Bucky will kill me if I don’t close this deal. It’s my work hours anyway, I shouldn’t be doing this with you right now.” He huffed, standing up from his position on his knees. You gave him your best puppy eyes, you even attached yourself to his leg like a koala, but he managed to remove you and slip into his office and answer the call. Once the door was closed you knew it was over, you knew what happened if you went into his office whilst he was on a business call—punishment.

You gave Stevie one last squeeze and rested his head on your pillow, you scooted to the edge of the bed and hopped off your bare feet meeting the pristine, soft square of carpet you stood there relishing in the feeling and preparing yourself for what you were about to do. You strode off the carpet and onto the cool grey wood, you creaked open the bedroom door and looked down the corridor hoping Daddy had finished the work call and was coming to you, he wasn’t. You took one last deep breath collecting every fragment of courage within your little body and walked to his office door, this was the only door in the house that wasn’t a modern slate grey with silver pull handle this door was an aged, sturdy dark teak wood with a golden door knob, and near the top door there was a shiny golden plaque with ‘Study’ engraved on it. This room wasn’t always forbidden, you were allowed in it; just not when Steve was on the phone or had expressed the urgency of a certain piece of work that was due. Now was one of the time you weren’t meant to go in but you were desperate, you were craving him, his scent, his hands, the weight of his body on top of your, his soft hair— You slapped your hands gently against your cheeks you we’re getting distracted you had a mission ‘Distract Daddy’ You grabbed the large golden door knob with you small hand and turned it. It was open!

You slowly inched the door open to see your daddy leaned back in his black leather chesterfield chair, his hand nestled his blonde locks tugging at it, stress presided over his usual smiley face. He was wearing one of your favourite dress shirts, his robin egg blue one that you picked out at the fancy store he took you to—it was tailored to perfection, it displayed his sculpted pecs that you loved to snuggle up to at night and squeezed his brawny arms flawlessly and he paired it with one of his expensive navy ties, you wanted it around your neck to slowly deprive you of oxygen. You slipped into the room and closed the door behind you with a click. Steve’s gaze rose from the paperwork in front of him to meet your wanton stare, he shook his head in return, mouth ‘No’ and removed his hand from his hair to point at the phone that was pressed to his ear “We’ve reviewed the figures, Tony, we believe this deal will be beneficial for us both. The statistics were sent over to Pepper yesterday. They should have been forwarded to you, no and I understand the hesitancy, really I get it.” His eyes remained locked with yours expecting you to leave, but you just sauntered towards him and plopped down in the chair facing him, a devious smile spreading across your face as you swung your legs back and forth like a schoolgirl. His jaw ticked in response, he was already beginning to get angry. It was no secret that your Daddy dislikes Tony Stark, they got on like oil and water, for some reason, but that paired with the disobedience you were displaying was enough for him to start getting agitated—especially when he had no idea what you planned to do “ Let me go get those documents so we can be on the same page, just a moment.” He sets his phone down on the table with a thump and puts his line on mute “Baby girl I’m gonna give you one chance to leave this room before I rain hell down on your poor little bottom. You know the rules, you’re not allowed in Daddy’s office when he’s on a work call.” He warned, his tone edging into an almost growl, but you just smiled.

“I’ll be quiet Daddy, I promise! You’ve been in here for three hours pleaseeee?” You whined shuffling over to his side of the desk and dropping to your knees, you rubbed your head against his midnight blue slacks, you could smell the detergent on them. His warmth seeped through the material onto your cheek and you clasped your hand around his hand dragging it towards your mouth, slipping his thumb in and sucking on it gently letting his blonde hairs tickle the side of your face, your pussy clenched as you remembered the feeling of his fingers inside you bringing you to orgasm, the salty taste of his finger pricked at your tongue. His other fingers stroked your head lovingly

“You gotta be quiet, okay? Pinky promise?” Steve questioned, sceptical about the truth of your promise, you just nodded softly chewing on the digit in your mouth moaning softly.

“Are you still there, Rogers? Are you hiking up Mount Everest for those documents?” Tony’s unamused voice called out, Steve’s attention returned back to his call giving your face intermittent rubs as you sucked on his thumb and snuggled up to his calf. This was nice, your Daddy always ran warm and he was gentle (most of the time) but this isn’t what you came for you wanted your holes filled, you wanted the climax Tony Stark’s stupid business call robbed you of.

Steadily you stood up, Steve stared at you quizzically as you began to clamber into his lap. His face contorted, he looked as if he’d eaten a lemon, his hand that had just been in your mouth gripped the chair's arms rest so harshly you thought he’d rip the leather. You promised to be quiet, not to be still. You sat facing him grinding you hips down on his crotch, you ghosted you hand over his chest, down his arms playing with his arm hair as you came back up to his neck you ran your hands over his freshly shaven face up to his hair which you carded you fingers through attempting to fix the mess his stressful pulling had made then you brought your hands back down to his neck, you caressed his tie with your fingers, drawing random shapes on the the silk before you untied it. Steve threw his head back in annoyance, humming intermittently at whatever Tony was telling him on the phone. He seized one of your thighs, with a bruising grip, in an attempt to keep you still; but this just made you quicken your pace catching your bare clit on his clothes bulge causing you to bite back a moan as the pleasure you had been robbed of began to rise. You scrunched his freshly ironed tie in your hand as you leaned on Steve’s shoulders for support, nipping and sucking at his neck, taking in the smell of his cologne—magnolia and cedar wood— it drove you wild how good he smelt all the time just for you.

Suddenly, Steve’s hand slithered up your body gripping your neck and pushing you back till your spine met his desk. Your eyes met once again, but now his usual kind green eyes were dark and his pupils were shot wide—you’d awakened his dominant side, the card he only pulled when you were getting on his last nerve. You wanted to retreat, but you were still craving his thick cock. Craving how it rubbed all the right places inside you. Craving how with each powerful thrust his tip kissed your cervix, clearing your head of any and all thoughts, you were a slut for his dick and he loved it, just not right now. You grabbed at his arm with both of your hands, you were so small compared to him, he could probably do some damage to you if he really wanted, but Steve was too nice for that and you were going to use that niceness. He pulled you close looking over your shoulder towards his desk, with gritted teeth he began to speak “I’m looking at it. No that’s not correct, the projection was calculated-“ he was cut off by Stark's incessant rambling. You used your chance to unzip his slacks and pull down his boxers, just enough to pull out his hardened cock, Steve hissed in response

You paused for a moment “You okay there?” Stark questioned

“I’m fine, I just kicked the corner of my table. What were you saying about the quarterly?” Steve pinched his nose and sighed

“Maybe you should invest in a bigger desk for your giraffe legs” Stark quipped, you could hear him chuckling at his own joke and you had to bite your tongue to not also laugh at his comment about your daddy having giraffe legs, it was painfully accurate. Maybe Stark wasn’t that bad after all.

“Hardy-har-har.” Steve responded dryly

You took a hold of Steve’s large cock, it always surprised you how he managed to fit inside you. You pressed your pelvis up to his dick, biting your lip when you felt the head touch just below your belly button, you ran your thumb over the weeping head, smearing his pre around his mushroom head. You peered upwards to see Steve’s eyes scrunched tight and his lips pressed together so hard, it looked like he had no lips at all. He began voice shaking “Comparing both of our companies statistics from last year and the start of this year, you can tell that…” he paused. Suppressing a moan as you squeezed his shaft “it would be beneficial for us both, as our earnings are almost equal. But you already know that, Stark.” You shuffled on his lap, turning yourself to face the office door.

Gripping the hard wood table as you rose up on your knees, you ran the head of his cock through your silken folds and then began lowering yourself down. You heard the sound of his thumb smacking the mute button as he let out a husky growl, your walls tightened around his length as you slid further down his length. You gripped the table even tighter “ Daddyyy” you whined, the painful yet pleasurable burn of his thick cock stretching you out made it hard to keep moving, but you continued to take him inside you. Your hand grabbed his tie, which you had thrown down on the desk, and you dangled it behind you “choke me please!” You felt him grab it from you roughly, he began to tie it around your neck tugging at it slightly, depriving you of oxygen briefly to tease you.

His face brushed against your ear, he suckled at the thin skin of your earlobe “I’m going to unmute the phone now. Be quiet and I’ll give you what you want, my naughty little girl.” He demanded playfully, his voice thick with lust, you nodded in agreement and you heard him unmute the phone. You began to move your hips slowly biting down hard on your bottom lip to suppress any moans, in return Steve tugged at the tie around your neck robbing you of air. The feeling was utter ecstasy, you could barely hear Steve talking as you rode him in pure wanton bliss. He loosened the tie, allowing oxygen to flood back into your system, your whole body tingled and the corners of your vision went black for a moment; but you kept rolling your hips back and forth letting your Daddy’s cock rub your sweet spot “no that would be irrelevant, those aren’t the right numbers. I have 75,000 and 90,000 here and a graph with blue and-” once again he was cut off.

“Wait…Excuse me, Rogers, I’ve got the wrong thing in front of me. Give me a minute, let me find it.” You heard Tony sigh, his footsteps getting further from his phone. Steve muted his line again, he pulled at the tie harshly pulling you close to him so your head was on his shoulder

“You’re gonna ride me like your life depends on it, because this call is almost over. And if you don’t cum by the end of it your punishment will be ten times worse, because you would have disrupted me for nothing. Get to riding princess.”

“Yes daddy.” He muttered a ‘good girl’ as you leaned towards the desk, using it as support as you began frantically rising and slamming your hips back down on his lap “Daddy! Please choke me!” You begged as his free hand came down to your clit and began to rub tight circles on the sensitive bud, he yanked the tie once again, spit ran down your chin and tears brimmed your eyes as your lungs emptied of oxygen.

“I found them! They were in the other pile. You still there Rogers?” Tony questioned as he slumped back into his chair.

Steve unmuted the phone “Still here, now then how about the deal? It makes sense to large companies coming together rather than waging war, together we’d have enough combined power to rival Odinsons & co. for more competitive market positions.” He loosened his grip on the tie allowing your to take in some oxygen, your pussy fluttered around him as his fingers diligently teased your clit

“Very true, but if I partnered with Odinsons & co. Then I could take you guys down and you’d no longer be competition, what stopped me from doing that?” You could practically hear the confidence and sass dripping from Starks words

Steve let out a low chuckle “We both know that although Thor is not the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to negotiating his brother Loki is unmatched, you wouldn’t get a deal as good as we’re offering you and anyway do you really want to deal with Loki?” Steve questioned giving your pussy a light slap, you almost let out a yelp but you muffled it in your shoulder. You were so close, you tugged at the tie in your daddy’s hand and he began to pull. You pressed your hand firmly to your mouth, to silence the moans that were bubbling in your throat, as you began to ride him with newfound need. The coil inside you was tightening, the pleasure in your hips felt unbearably good to the point that it ached.

“Okay your right, you’re right. I’ll sign. Looking at the schedule Barnes forwarded over, you have an afternoon free this coming Thursday. I’ll be there for 1:30 pm and we’ll sign the contracts. Pleasure doing business with you Rogers.”

“No, the pleasure is all mine.” You heard the sound of the call end “isn’t that right baby girl. I can feel it, your pussy tightening your legs shaking. Come for me, do it now and maybe your punishment won’t be that bad.” He let out a grunt as his thrust began to match yours, with one final tug on the tie around your neck you practically screamed as you came, your body shaking, your legs twitching and an electrifying aftershock ran through your clit. Steve pressed your head onto the desk, your warm cheek was cooled by the cold wood which glistened with your saliva and tears. He let out an animalistic grunt, as he snapped his hips a few more times before he came inside you, his warm come spread out inside you. He rocked his hips as he came more, and you felt a warm liquid trickle down your thigh.

Steve’s strong hand pulled your face towards his “What the fuck do you think you’re playing at you little brat. Riding my cock while I’m on an important call, you’re in so much goddamn trouble.” He threatened, his tone was primal, he was looking at you as if you were his prey. Your lip trembled and you diverted your eyes. He made your sensitive pussy ache pleasurably and twitch around him.

“But daddy! You left me right before I could cum I’ve been all tingly ever since and toys don’t feel as good as you. I wanted my daddy.” You whined, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout, as he slipped out of you.

“I know angel, I know,” his hand grazed your cheek tenderly, pushing some hair that had become displaced from your bouncing, “I wanted you too but I was on a really important call. But now that it’s over and my greedy little princess has taken what she’s wanted, you should run and hide. You have as long as it takes me to text Bucky about the meeting to hide before I find you and punish you for that little stunt you just pulled.” He threatened, picking up his phone from the desk.

“But daddy…” you whined turning to face him, his gaze was dark and he had already begun texting.

“Run and hide Princess. Because when I find you, and I will find you, your ass and legs are going to be so sore I’ll be carrying you around for the rest of the week.” Steve snarled, looking up from his phone to stare into your innocent teary eyes. His gaze was dark, he was serious. Without a second thought you took off running, you could hear his raspy chuckle from down the hallway. You were in so much trouble.

To come back from doing university stuff to see this was so heartwarming, thank you all so so so much. There’s so many more fics to come, as you can see from the double digit number of drafts I have 🫣

Thank you for everything, I can’t wait to write more for all you lovelies 🎉

Helping Hand

Pairing: Bestfriend!Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: Breeding, impregnation, mating press, p in v, no protection, foreplay, cunnilingus, implied alcohol (can be ignored if you don’t drink, because neither :) ), Beefy!Ari (6,4), check-ins, body worship, mutual praise, kink slight scent kink, size kink

Nicknames: Baby, Sweetheart, Princess, Darling, Mommy

Word count: 4.4k

A/N: This was a request from @adoreyouusugar and let me just say she has the patience of a saint, because she requested this ages ago. Just want to say that I’m so sorry; I really hope you like it and it lives up to what you wanted.

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭༺

“And here’s your drink, and there’s mine.” Ari placed the sparkly purple and blue drink on the coaster in front of you and then seated himself on the plush velvet barstool next to you holding up his whiskey glass waiting for you to clink your glass against his. You let out a small titter, picking up your glass “to a quiet night between friends.” Ari announced.

“To friendship and your extremely successful bar.” You added.The sound of your glasses colliding briefly covered the slow sombre tunes that Ari had playing through the bars speakers.

Ari took a quick sip and you followed suit, smiling at the lovely tasting drink he had made for you “It’s not that successful.” He stated humbly.

“You’re being way too modest right now. This place is packed almost every single day, it's rare to be able to get a place on the dance floor let alone a seat at the bar. People were almost rioting when you said you were closing early tonight. Those girls sitting at the bar watching you like hawks were especially angry.’

“Well, I have a very special person with me so of course I would close early.” You let out a series of dry laughs, causing Ari’s deadpan expression to turn into a frown. He placed his free hand on yours “Im being serious. You’re one of my only friends.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you took your hand back and began to dramatically list “What about Steve, Bucky, Sam, Lloyd-“

“Don’t mention those guys. They get on my nerves.” He sighed, eyebrows pinching together as he facepalmed.

“Sure they do.” You chortled “that’s why they come here and hang out with you every other day.”

“The only reason they come is too exploit me for free alcohol.”

“I don’t blame them, your drinks are amazing.”

“Look, I know you know what I mean. I feel like I can be open with you, you’re kind of like my other half.”

“Other half huh?” Your eyes drifted to the chest hair peeking out of the open button on his blue button up, then down to his rolled up sleeves constricting around his firm, veiny forearms and the golden watch on his left wrist. You couldn’t help yourself as you continued to take in his appearance, focusing especially on his large, rough hands, which you had imagined a myriad of times when alone in your bed. You were ashamed of yourself for doing what you had just criticised those girls for, but Ari was your friend. You knew that; you’d never attempt to violate the trust between the both of you. But even then it didn’t stop the fact that your best friend was the hottest guy in the city and that fact made it hard for your eyes to not drift when you were with him. “You said you feel you can be open with me, right Ari?” You questioned. The words leaving your mouth before you could stop yourself, you had no idea what came over you, perhaps it was him saying that he trusted you that made you want to finally be honest about what you had been considering for a while.

“Yeah…I did.” His brows furrowed again, his eyes flooded with concern "Everything alright?” You meet his gaze quickly, the concern in his soft gunmetal blue eyes made your heart squeeze. You turned your attention to the wall of bottles beside you, taking a long swig of your drink “is there something you need to tell me?”

You quickly shut your eyes, taking in a deep breath and mentally formulating what you were about to ask so you didn’t sound like an absolute creep and ruin your years of friendship. But even if you did, you knew what Ari was like despite his cold, blunt exterior he was understanding and level-headed. He wouldn't start hating you because of one thing “This is going to sound really weird. And you can absolutely say no. I value your friendship, I feel like I can also trust you with anything. I- God I don’t wanna make things between us strange.” You mentally punched yourself for fumbling with your words, digging your fingernails into your thigh to try to centre yourself.

“I promise you, no matter what you say. No matter what you do. I will always be your friend, and you will always be mine. So you can tell me.”

You took a deep breath, facing Ari “I feel very secure where I am in my life and I really want to be a mother.”

“Okay.” He was quiet for a second, before he continued “ You want to have a baby and you want me to help?” He asked, his voice totally calm.

You were shocked that he instantly knew what you were suggesting “umm. Yeah…I want you to help me, please.”

“Alright, when do you wanna do it?”

“Wait. Wait.” You put your drink down to stop you from dropping the glass and threw your hands up in a stopping motion “You’re okay with this?!” You couldn’t believe how nonchalant Ari was towards this. Ari, the man with a glare that could cut stone was casually agreeing to impregnate you. It felt as if you were dreaming. You knew he was always willing to help you, but you thought that only extended to easy Maintenon tasks, not something like this.

He raised an eyebrow at the startled look on your face “Absolutely, why wouldn’t I be?” He questioned warily

“I don’t know… I just thought maybe you’d think it's weird since we're not together and asking you to make me pregnant is a big ask.” Ari’s large hand pulled your hands away from their place on your thighs and engulfed them once again. He flipped one of your hands and began to rub circles into your palm in an attempt to sooth you.

“I told you, you’re my best friend. I want to help you in anyway I can. Now, when do you wanna do it? Tonight?” His voice was low and smooth like velvet as he asked, the tone making your pussy involuntarily twitch in appreciation.

“If that’s okay with you.”

He nodded solemnly “Come on let's go to my room upstairs. Unless you want to do it in one of the booths.”

You giggled at his suggestion, although you knew the booths were extremely comfortable you didn’t feel as if that was the correct setting for what was about to happen “Upstairs would be great.” Ari took your hand in his and began to lead you upstairs

“This way then, Princess.”

“Kiss me, Ari” You nibbled at the scruff decorating his chisels jaw, running your hands across his hairy forearms and placing his hands on your breasts. He obliged moving his hands to pull you into him, whilst locking your lips in a furicious kiss. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you senseless as his tongue tangled with yours. Ari swallowed your moans as he slipped one of his hands between you rubbing at your clothed core momentarily, before moving on to other areas of your body. you whined into his mouth in protest, grinding yourself on his thigh which he had positioned between your legs and pressed yourself impossibly closer to his chest. You could feel yourself melting in his arms as Ari carried on kissing you, taking his time to explore your mouth and roam you clothed curves with his hands. They travelled back up the top of your spine, ghosting the back of your neck with his finger tips before slipping down to the back of your dress and making quick work of your dress's zipper. Reluctantly you let your hands fall from Ari’s hair and stopped kissing him so you could slip your dress off leaving you only in your bra and panties “you look so fucking beautiful, Sweet heart.” Ari's hand glided from your chest, to your waist then to your ass where he gave you a few squeezes “You’re perfect. I have to see these breasts.” You unclipped your bra allowing your tits to finally be free and tossed it to the floor to join your dress. Ari’s calloused hands quickly cupped them, his thumb running across your hardened nipples before continuing the feather light touches on the rest of the skin of your bare breasts “Your skin is so soft.” He spoke quickly before leaning down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, you let out a small gasp in response as his hot tongue lapped at your nipple. He then grazed the hard nub gently with his teeth as he tweaked the other with his fingers.

You tugged at his shirt pulling it from the black jeans he had it tucked into and began to unbutton it with shaking hands, as Ari continued his assault of your sensitive nipples. “Ari you’re so hot. God I love you like this.” His shirt joined your clothes on the floor and you instantly began to run your hands across the solid planes of his abdomen, your mouth salivating at the sight of him. You’d seen him shirtless before and you’d definitely imagined him shirtless in compromising positions, but finally being allowed to touch him like this made you brim with elation. But there was something you wanted to see, his cock which you’d fantasised about too many times. You could see the outline of it pushing against the fabric of his jeans, but you wanted to finally be able to touch it “Ari- help me take your p-pants off.” You could barely get out a sentence with how he was teasing your nipples, but he finally let go. Speedily stripping off his pants, leaving him with only his boxer in which the outline of his stiff cock was undeniable. He was straining against the fabric, his tip making a wet mark on the front of his blue briefs “Holy shit, you weren’t joking it’s really big.”

“Of course not, I told you that I’d never lie to you.” You pulled down the brief finally releasing his dick, it bobbed against his abdomen, the reddened head shiny with precum.

You could barely wrap your hand around it. You gave his cock a pump extracting a grumbly moan from Ari as you ran your thumb across the slit “So big and hard.”

“All or you, you made me like this.” You were enraptured by his smooth deep voice hanging on every syllable as you released him and began to lower yourself to your knees, but Ari grabbed you and pulled you back up cupping your face with his hands “Tonight’s all about you, Princess. I’m gonna make you cream my name while I fuck a baby into you.” You nodded you head slowly, slightly disappointed at being denied the ability to choke on his thick cock. But all was forgotten when Ari picked you up with ease in his strong, firm arms giving your ass a spank as he carried you over to the bed setting you down gently.

“I was really expecting you to throw me just now.”

“Usually I would, but not tonight. Tonight you get treated like a Princess, maybe tomorrow morning I’ll throw you around like usual, but not right now.” You scoffed in response. Ari took a pillow from next to you and brought it to your hips “Lift up, I’m gonna put this under you so you don’t hurt your back.” You obliged, settling back down onto the soft pillow.

“Such a gentleman” you remarked sarcastically

“I always am. Now then it's time for these panties to go.” He stroked between the folds of your clothed pussy, teasing the wet spot with the tips of his fingers “Already so fuckin’ wet for me.” Ari took the waistband of your lacy panties between your teeth and began to tug them off. Once they were off he took them into his hands and lifted it to his face taking in the scent of you. Your cheeks burned at the sight of him with his panties pressed to his nose, taking in the scent of your arosual that he caused “Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you.” He tossed them to the ground and began stroking his hand across the smooth skin of your thigh, squeezing every so often before reaching your knees. He bent your legs slowly then rested them on his broad shoulders. Ari gave one of your knees a kiss before looking down at you with a dark lusty gaze “This ok?” He purred, gaining a quick succession of nods from you in response. His calloused palm stroked your cheek tenderly, then tenderness set your nerves ablaze. If you weren’t careful you were going to get addicted to this, him treating you as if you were fine china, so sweet and caring. It made your pussy throb in excitement. Ari’s voice cut through your thoughts “words, baby. I need your words.”

“Please, Ari, use your mouth on me.” You pleaded, making Ari’s lips curve into a soft smile that he reserved only for you. The smile that always made your heart flutter and your cheeks heat up. Even now with his head in between your legs, puffs of his warm breath fanning at your sensitive clit, what embarrassed you most was his warm, barely noticeable smile.

He moved towards your face and leaned down, pressing a quick peck to your lips, then he made his way back down to your core, stroking down your sides with his strong hands as he went “I can’t wait to taste your beautiful pussy.” He murmured, voice deep and husky, as he traced your lips making your hole clench around nothing. You squirmed, agitated by Ari’s teasing “I’m gonna give you what you want now. Don’t worry, Darling.” You let out a small hum which melted into a whine as his hot, wet tongue made contact with your clit. He slowly circled the bud, his eyes veering upwards to watch your expression as he surrounded your clit with his lips sucking the sensitive nub before flicking it in quick succession. He let out a gravely chuckle in response to your shrill scream of pleasure as you buried your fingers in his ashy blonde locks, pushing his face impossibly closer to your dripping core.

“Ari! Feels really good, I want more, more of your tongue.”

Ari slurped at your juices making the most salacious sounds, before he pulled back from you. Licking around his mouth to drink as much of your juices as he could. “Don't worry. You’re going to get more of it. Being such a good girl for me.” You sat up quickly connecting your lips with his tasting yourself on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, cupping the back of your head and tangling his fingers in your hair. The sting of him tugging at your scalp lightly made a moan slip from your lips. He looked directly into your eyes as he grazed your bottom lip with his teeth as you pulled apart, “now you know how fucking sweet you taste. I’m gonna give you more, I want you to cum on my tongue.” He rumbled, making even more sick drip out of you.

Ari delved back between your legs, digging his nails slightly into your calves to reposition you on his shoulders as he began to suck and lick your pussy with restored zeal devouring you. You could hardly hold back your moans as you felt the heat within you rising even higher, the sight of him between your legs tuned your nerves that were already on fire into a blistering wildfire as Ari attacked you with his tongue. You squeezed his head between your thighs as tugged at his hair shoving his face against your needy pearl. He retaliated by purposely rubbing his scruff against your inner thigh as he hollowed out his cheeks sucking on your clit. Ari released one of your legs, bringing his hand between his leg and pumping his dripping, hard dick prompting low growling moans from his mouth that made his tongue vibrate against your clit. You could barely contain yourself, you were so close “gonna cum!” You cried drivin your hips into his mouth as you back lifted even further off the mattress. From between your legs you could hear Ari’s muffled shouts for you to do it, for you to come on his face. His commands pushed you to the edge, you finally let go allowing the heat in your abdomen to take over you a kaleidoscope of colours blotting out your vision as you threw your head back into the pillows pulling Ari’s hair so hard you’re surprised he didn’t scream as you rode out the aftershocks using his face.

Once you had settled slightly Ari pulled away from your clenching pussy, cold air kissing your overstimulated clit setting off goosebumps across your skin. Through your half open eyes you could see him, his hair messy from your hands tugging at it, pupils blown wide with ardour and the lower part of his face damp with your arousal “I can’t wait to put a baby in you, Darling” His eyes scanned over your body before he dipped his head back between your legs raking his teeth along your inner thighs, his eyes never leaving yours.

He nipped the skin, kissing and licking the sting away which only worked to increase the sensations you were coming down from “Ariii” you whimpered out, making your face redden at how pathetic you sounded mewling his name. But you could barely find it within yourself to care, the pleasure from your orgasm meddling with your thoughts.

“Right here, Baby. I’m gonna start loosening you up, that okay?”

“Want you now.” You mumbled almost groggily “You just ate me out, I’m already loose. I’m ready!” You whined wiggling your hips to try to entice him.

A smile graced his lips once again as he hung his head and huffed out a laugh, shaking his head in mock disappointment “Baby, you know from our conversations that I’m big. I need to stretch you, I want this experience to be as comfortable as possible for both of us. Especially for the beautiful mom to be below me.” He moved to hover above you pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Fine…You can loosen me up.”

“Thank you.” He pecked your lips once again “You won’t regret it, promise.” You felt the tips of his long digits stroke against your already dripping entrance, circling it a few times before he slowly pushed them inside you maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. You could tell from the slight smile and adoration in his eyes that he was revealing in how easy it was to destroy you. He had barely just put his fingers inside of you and already you were attempting to buck your hips to get him deeper “so eager for me.”

“You’re being too slow! I want it so bad.” Your craving for him was growing too much for you to handle, the desperation making you push your hips closer and closer towards his thick cock which was already leaking.

“Patience now, Pretty girl. I told you I’d make this worth it and I never go back on a promise.”

He used his thumb to rub your clit sending shockwaves through you as he continued to stretch you open for him “Gonna put another finger in, then we can start.” You hummed at him feeling a slight burn as three of his large fingers began pistoning in and out of your slick hole “So good, you’re ready.” His finger pumped inside you once more before he pulled them out. You opened your eyes, peering down at him holding your breath as you watched Ari lick your slick from his fingers, a deep growl reverberating in his chest. The sight of his blown pupils added to your crazed need as he brought his hand to his cock pumping it briefly. You watched his sculpted, sun kissed chest rise and fall with each breath as he lined up the head of his cock with your entrance “Take a deep breath for me.” You instantly followed his instructions, the prospect of finally being filled with him making you more obedient “Now breathe out. I’m gonna enter you, Darling.” Your exhaling was interrupted by the sweet burn radiating from your hole drawing a sharp yelp from you as it stretched to attempt to accommodate Ari's thick member. He entered you slowly, fiddling with your nipples between his fingers in an attempt to draw even more pleasure from you “that’s the tip. Such a good girl.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, curling your arms around the pillow behind you “There’s no way that was just the tip!”

“Just the tip. It’s okay, the rest will be easier.” He assured stroking your sides encouragingly.

You braced yourself taking Ari’s cock inch by inch. He Let out a growl as he settled inside, feeling your walls clench around his cock, squeezing him so tightly “Even with all that prep you’re still so fucking tight.” He muttered.

His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one aiming for the spot inside of you which caused you t practically scream for him. But it wasn’t enough you “Ari want it harder!Faster! Please!” You begged, your fingers digging into the fabric of the pillow case behind your head.

“You want more? I’ll give it to you” He thrust into you with increased speed and power hitting a spot so deep inside you that you saw white drawing a guttural moan from your chest.

A primal urge washed over him as he watched his cock move in and out of you, your walls twitching as he slammed into you once again his tip was pushing right against your cervix. Familiar tinges of arousal pooling in your gut as Ari continued to rock into you, the head of his cock hitting directly against the spongy part inside of you that made your toes curl and back arch even more. You want him so deep inside of you, you wanted him on top of you so you could breathe in nothing but the scent of him “Ari want you on top of me!” You whined

“Quite demanding aren’t we?”

“Please!”

“Good girl for using your manners, I'll change positions.” He took your legs off your shoulders and instead hooked his arms under your knees before hoovering himself above you. You threw your arms around his neck, digging your nails into his shoulder blades as his beard scraped across your cheek, he licked the shell of your ear with his tongue “Gonna put a baby in you! I’m gonna make you pregnant with my baby. Squeezing me so much, you really want my seed don’t you? Want me to make you a mom?” The gruff tone to his voice as he spoke only thrusted you deeper into your lust fueled trance which had you moaning like a pornstar at any slight movement of Ari’s hips.

“Yes! I wanna be a mommy!” You screamed no longer caring about how desperate for him you sounded.

“Such a good girl.” He purred, continuing his harsh thrusts into you, his balls slapping against your ass as his pace only quickened.

Ari looked directly into your watery eyes before slipping his tongue into your open mouth sweeping across your tongue to prompt you into reciprocating the passionate kiss. It took a while for your brain to catch up with how fuzzy everything was becoming from having Ari rocket you towards climax, but you began to return the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip with your teeth as your mouths parted as payback for the last time he kissed you. Smirking at him from below, he caught onto why you had done it and simply smirked as well before using the pad of his thumb to massage your sensitive clit which was still throbbing from his tongue teasing it earlier. You choked out a moan, moving your hips in time with his thrusts “Gonna come Ari!” You exclaimed.

“Me too, fuck! Gonna fill you with my seed!” He grunted, letting out a low moan as he angled the tip of his cock to hit your sweet spot over and over, drawing the orgasm building inside of you to the surface making you cum with a whimpering cry of his name. A blanket of euphoric warmth covered your whole body, legs twitching and fingertips tingling as you slowly returned back to reality in Ari’s bedroom. You wiped your forehead— damp with a thin layer of sweat— and then returned the hand to its safety of Ari’s broad, muscular shoulders, stroking up to the prominent vein in his neck and tracing its branch-like pattern to further ground yourself. A part of you couldn’t believe that you had just had sex with your best friend, but another part of you was content. You could feel his warm spend inside of you filling you up, you were going to be pregnant from this you just knew it. Ari’s husky voice disrupted the huffing of both of you catching your breath “You’re gonna be a great mom. I promise.” He spoke in a tone that while soft also made you aware that he was extremely serious about what he was saying. You felt tears brimming your eyes as you thought about it. You were going to be a mom. It made your heart hammer in excitement.

You felt Ari slowly pull out of you before plopping down next to you on the bed and pulling you to lay on his chest, you revealed in the warmth of his large chest “I don't think I can ever look at this place the same way ever again” Ari gave a chortle in response, Moving his arm under your body so he could hold you “Thanks Ari, for everything…Not many people would do this for their friend.”

He turned his face towards you, forehead glistening with perspiration and eyes twinkling and creased from his smile. With his free hand he brushed the hair in your face behind your ear “I’m always here to lend a helping hand, Sweetheart. Always.”

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I don’t know, Lovely, but when you find out take me with you 🙇🏼‍♀️

꒰ঌI’ll wait, Angel໒꒱

Pairing: Boyfriend!Ari x Virgin!Reader

Warnings: virgin!reader, no p in v, size kink, scent kink, reader is waiting till marriage, coming in between her folds, mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, overstimulation, fluff, mentions of Hockey player!Ari, Beefy!Ari (6,4), Soft!Ari, sickeningly sweet

Nicknames: Angel, Doe eyes, Doe, Bambi

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: This idea came from @junipermuses when she wrote this request 🫣

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🎀༺

“I Need you Angel.” The desperation in his tone is unmistakable as he tosses down his gym bag and hockey stick at the entrance of the bedroom. His hair is still a little bit damp from the shower he routinely takes after practice and he seems exhausted, yet his wandering gaze full of lust tells a different story. You let you own eyes wander, raking your gaze over his exposed beefy arms and then further down to his grey sweatpants where a prominent tent is forming between his thick thighs.

You lean over and place your phone on the nightstand, picking up the two bunny plushies Ari had bought, Hops and Thumper, and also placing them on the nightstand, but making sure to turn them around. They didn’t need to see what Ari was about to do to you “How was practice?” You ask innocently as Ari stalks closer, peeling off his grey sleeveless crew neck, throwing it in a corner of the room.

“It went well. Curtis got knocked onto his ass by Bucky, he was pissed. Steve’s been teaching Buck to be more assertive, he almost kicked all of our asses today.” He recounts in a low whisper, crawling across the mattress towards you. He looms over you, raking his eyes over every part of your exposed and unexposed skin; he licks his plump, pink lips like an animal preparing for a meal. His eyes linger at your clavicle and neck before falling to the swell of your breasts, then down further to your hips and exposed thighs. “I outskated Steve today, probably a fluke, but it felt good to finally have a one up on him and Ransom didn’t show up again, he’s gonna get kicked off the team at this rate.” You chuckle at Ari’s small victory, he’s always trying to one up Steve. They act like siblings half the time.

“I’m glad you had a good day. Wish I could have seen Steve’s face when you beat him.” You knew you’d congratulate him better later on, but at the moment Ari seemed preoccupied with his own mission. He runs his giant hands over the white lace that borders the camisole tenderly, before moving to stroke across the silky baby pink material of the rest of the nightie tracing the outline of your body with his hands till he reaches the hem half way down your thigh.

“It was great. But do you know what’s better? You. Your body. I’ve been thinking about you all day, Angel, and to come home and see you in the middle of our bed—in this sexy little chemise is making me feel even better than when I won against Steve. I need you so badly, little Doe.” Ari growled, his large hands bunching your night dress at your hips—as he bends your knees so he can open your legs—revealing your lacey, white underwear with an incriminating damp spot on the silky fabric. Ari takes two fingers and teases at the wet patch, pressing and stretching the fabric with his fingers. He sandwiches your clit between your fingers squeezing it lightly, before rubbing his thumb against the covered button making your insides ache at the promise of the fact that his thick, deft fingers would soon be plunged deep within you. You squirm away slightly from his pleasurable touch, covering your face with your fisted hands and attempt to close your thighs around him. Ari only needs one of his powerful hands to keep your thighs open as he uses his other hand to take a handful of your ass and drag you back towards him “Don’t run from me, Doe eyes. Take all the pleasure I give you.” He pulls you panties down and tosses them to join his crew neck in the corner.

His fingers stretch your tight hole and he inserts them, you’re soaking for him “So tight for me, Angel, always so so tight even when you’re naughty little hole is dripping for me.” He cooes, angling his fingers to rub against the sensitive spongy spot within you. He targets that spot as he fucks his fingers into you. Your pussy sucks his fingers back inside as he pulls them out, not all the way, stopping when the tips of his fingers are the only part remaining inside you. You let out a choked needy sob; pushing your hips against Ari’s stationary fingers, beckoning him to move. “Please Bear!” You keen, your core fluttering around his fingers. His cock twitched at the nickname and he obliges driving his fingers back into you with the addition of another, the burn his thick fingers stretching you open made your nerves buzz. The heat in your tummy builds until your body convulses as you reach climax. Your back arches off the bed; you grab at the pillows behind you squeezing them in your tight grip, your knuckles turning white as you wail and hump his still postponing fingers “So good Ari” you choke, coming down from your high. He takes your hand into his, placing a kiss on the promise ring on your finger and brushes your soft skin against his beard.

“I’m gonna fuck your folds now, Angel, okay?” He thinks for you, running his bulbous, leaking head through your silken folds. Ari bites his lower lips in concentration as he holds the fat base guiding his length, using all the willpower inside of him to not slip inside you. Just imagining how tightly your precious little hole would clamp around him was enough to push him near climax “God, Angel, I can’t wait until I can actually put it in you. It’s gonna go so deep, it’s gonna fill your tight little hole so well.” he briefly rubs the head against your clit and you whimper at the teasing motion. He moves forward slightly, just enough to rest the base of his cock at your enterance and hover his whole cock over your stomach “Fuck. It’s so big compared to you.” Ari holds your face in his hand, the cool metal of the promise ring pressing against your hot skin as he does, and strokes his large thumb over your reddened cheeks. He lowers his face to yours and places a gentle kiss on your lips “I bet you can’t wait either, right my sweet Angel?”

You run your tongue over your lower lip and nod timidly “Can’t wait to be with you forever.” You whisper next to his ear, nuzzling your nose into the area under his jaw, the edge of his thick beard tickling your cheek; you take a deep breath in letting the scent of Ari replace all the oxygen in your lungs. He smelt strongly of magnolia and vanilla, with a tinge of musky sweat that remained from hockey practice. The image of Ari in his hockey gear enters your mind; his muscular frame straining against the mesh of his jersey, the size of his already big hands exaggerated by the bulky, padded gloves—you remember the time he let you try them on, two of you fingers fit in one of the finger holes— Going to any of his games was a struggle, he always had you sat in the front and you had full view of your boyfriend as he glided across the ice with ease; dominating the rink and intimidating the other team, when he came at them at full speed while defending. You could barely focus on the game, only on the face Ari made whilst in a state of extreme focus—it made your whole body burn seeing just how skilled he was, just how hot he was in his gear. Your mind elsewhere, as you wonder about which jockstrap he was wearing under all those layers.

You’re pulled out of your fantasies, by Ari pinching and twisting your nipples that had stiffened into hard peaks. You whine as props himself up on his knees and slots himself fully between your legs, Ari pulls down both of the straps of your nightgown and holds your breasts in his two hands “Perfect size Angel. You drifted back to me from your little imagination yet?” Your moan in response doesn’t satiate him “Speak to me Bambi.” He demands. That nickname… all because you looked like a newborn deer when he first tried to teach you to skate.

He squeezes the soft, warm flesh of your tits in his hands “Ari, want you to move pleaseee.” You cry rolling your hips into his dick that’s resting between you puffy folds, he obliges dragging his length through your dripping lips his heavy balls slapping against you ass as he quickens his pace, ensuring the head of his cock stimulates your throbbing pearl with every thrust. Something about the debaucherous wet sounds of his cocksliding through you folds made it all seem so sinful, you were so happy that Ari was surprisingly fine with waiting till marriage to go all the way with you; but by God if he didn’t make it hard with the way that he completely destroyed you without ever even entering you. Your thighs shake slightly and jostle into Ari, he hisses in response “Bear, are you okay?” You ask, moving your legs away from the spot they had just come in contact with.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Bucky just bashed into me a little too hard during practice” your eyes glance down at his hip and you see the beginnings of a bruise blossoming on his slightly tanned skin “Don’t worry I’ll be fine, you should worry about yourself right now though, Bambi.” Ari’s thumbs roll over your pebbled nipples as he rolls his hip slowly, relishing in your soft moans before driving his hips into yours vehemently a growl leaving his lips when he catches on your hole, it doesn’t slide in only nudges it and you wail in response the action making you even more plaint under his touch and stokes the pleasurable fire, burning hotter and hotter inside you.

You feel Ari’s cock twitch as he rubs against your clit. He takes his length into his hand, fisting his cock as he rubs your clit with his other hand. Your eyes glaze over as you feel the pressure building in your belly yet again. You whine as the coil within you breaks, raising your hips off the mattress like a woman possessed, and shoving your face into the pillows to muffle your cries as your legs shake with the pleasure wracking your body. The sight of you coming undone below him sends him over the edge, Ari throws his head back “Fuck fuck fuckkk.” Letting out a guttural string of curses as he comes, hot ropes of cum spurting out onto your mound and in between your folds. Through hooded eyes he looks down at the mess he made, smirking at the glistening white come decorating your cunt

“So beautiful Angel, like heaven.” He groans, Ari’s head dips between your legs, as he begins to lick and suck the mess of both your arousals out of your cunt; the bristly hair of his thick beard scratching the supple skin of your inner thighs as he laps at you. His tongue grazes your sensitive clit and your hands fly to his hair in an attempt to pull him away from the area; but he takes the bud into his mouth and sucks, looking up at you through his lashes as he does. You gasp as he suck’s ferociously at your clit, you can’t take another orgasm but you were still overly sensitive from your last orgasm. He burrows his tounge inside your, devouring your still clenching hole moaning as he slurps and sucks yours and his juices. He returns to your clit, flicking his tongue against the abused nun before taking it back into his mouth. You see plasmic stars burst behind your eyelids, turning everything behind your eyes into a white abyss as you squirt on his face. He lets go of your clit with a pop, a devilish grin spreading across his reddened, wet lips “You’re sensitive aren’t you little Doe.” Your head is so addled by pleasure that you barely hear him, but you squeak out a yes and he rises from the apex of your thighs and lays down on the bed beside you. He cuddles you close to his chest and uses his long arms to retrieve both bunnies, placing them above your head on the pillow. Ari strokes your hair with his hand as you nudge impossibly closer into his hairy chest, breathing in his scent trying to memorise it.

His warmth envelopes you completely as you lock your arms around his strong back, brushing your hand over the corded muscle of his broad shoulders “I love you, Bear.” Your whispered confession muffled by his chest, he heard you.

“I love you too, and I’ll wait as long as you need, Angel, even after marriage. Whenever you’re ready.”

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Playing hard to get 2 🐰🐺

Part 2 (The Restaurant)

Part 1 (The Diner)

Part 3 (Restrained)

Playing hard to get master list

Pairing: Dark!Biker!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: slightly non con, oral (male receiving, hair pulling, forced Public sex, humiliation, knife play, slight threat of violence, cunnilingus, size difference, Beefy!Bucky (he’s 6,2), country bunny! Reader, city wolf! Bucky, marking, hickeys, cream pie, breeding mentions, praise, begging, Bucky’s metal arm, asphyxiation/choking

Nicknames: Bunny, Bun, Bitch, Mine

Word count: 3.6k

Back by popular demand. Thank you all for the support, ‘Playing hard to get’ is now my most popular fic. Hope you enjoy part 2 and you stick around for part 3, where Bunny’s revenge goes wrong.

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10 pm rolled around a lot quicker than you were expecting. It was 9:58 and you were frantically putting your heels on, adjusting your hair and dress in the mirror by your door. You’d consulted Natasha on the dress and she’d confirmed this blue dress was the best choice. Just as you grabbed your bag you heard the sound of a car pulling up, you glanced at the clock. 10 pm on the dot, you scoffed, punctual bitch. A firm rhythmic knock pulled you out of your thoughts, you dashed to the door and there he was, his hair and beard were neater than yesterday and he smelt divine. The scent of leather and bonfire still lingers, but they were overpowered by the musky scent of cognac, oak and jasmine. He was wearing a dark blue suit jacket, paired with a black dress shirt and slacks “You're wearing my favourite colour Bunny, nice choice, we match too. Here, flowers for my beautiful Bun.” He extended a bouquet of fresh irises, you relished in their scent.

“Are we really sticking with that nickname?” You huff

“Oh absolutely, my little bunny.” For the last part he bent down just enough to whisper it right next to your ear. His hot breath tickled you and reminded you of the other day, causing your whole face to burn in embarrassment.

“I’m gonna go put these in a vase, you can come in.” You stutter as you hurry over to the kitchen, searching your cabinets for a vase. Stupid, attractive Bucky you think pouting. You finally find the vase and you look up to see him wondering around your living room

“Very quaint. You like reading…and would you look at that.” He picks up a stuffed bunny from the couch, you want to crawl in a hole and die, you hadn’t put Mr Hops away after you’d finished your little fashion show, “The Bunny has a bunny, smells like you. What 's its name?” You turned away from his devious gaze, instead occupying yourself with arranging the flowers in the water “what did I tell you, Bunny, about answering me. I know it has a name, so tell me.”

“Mr Hops” you muttered quietly, you felt his bulky arms slink around your waist pulling you into his soft muscular torso, his warmth enveloped you. You notice the singular leather glove he wore on his left hand.

“What was that Bunny?”

You contemplated for a moment and then begrudgingly repeated yourself “Mr Hops.” You stated in a meek voice, he spun you around and kissed your forehead, resting his chin on top of your head as he rocked you side to side, he squeezed you tighter and you’re pushed further into his chest. You take a long breath in through your nose, trying to memorise the smell of him. You slowly inch your arms up and rest them on his back, rocking with him like you’re slow dancing.

“He’s cute, just like you. Now then let’s go, before we’re late to our reservation.” He let go and began walking towards the door, you held your face in your hands in embarrassment as your clit pulsated in response to his compliment, God he was ruining you before the night even began. Bucky peered back around the corner “you coming Bunny?” You stood as straight as a pin, his pink lips were pulled into a satisfied smile at this sight of you. Already a flustered, needy mess. You grabbed your bag off the counter and scuttled over to him, he held out his arm and your hooked yours through his.

“Such a gentleman.” You remarked sarcastically

“Always am Bunny, just play your cards right.”

The car ride over was mostly uneventful, aside from Bucky slipping one of his hands from the wheel to your thigh. You resisted the urge to unwrap his hand, but you just let him rub and squeeze at the soft flesh whilst he drove, every squeeze sent a pulse of heat across your back and caused your pussy to tingle, his hand was so close as he rubbed and stroked up and down your thigh, getting closer and closer to your clothed pussy, before returning to the flesh just above your knee. Now he was playing hard to get. Once you’d reached the restaurant he opened your door for you, interlocking your arm with his and leading you towards the entrance. As you approached people around you stared, discomfort on their face at the sight of Bucky. You took in the restaurant, it was extravagant, something you definitely couldn’t afford. Worry began to fester inside of you, Bucky squeezed your hand pulling you attention from the building and the people entering. The look in his stormy eyes juxtaposed the one he’d given yesterday, today they were serene, tender, almost comforting. His arm slipped from yours and instead wrapped around your waist pulling you close enough for him to plant a kiss on the side of your head “you look gorgeous Bunny, if anyone says anything about you I’ll rip their vocal cords out.” He muttered in a soothing tone. Pandora’s box was opened as soon as you decided to serve him and his gang, but why does the curse have to be so fucking hot you thought nuzzling you head into his side. As you both approached the line of people waiting at the front of house, the server who was about to lead a couple off saw Bucky and stopped in his tracks

Your head swivelled from side to side, you were confused, he’d walked you past all the seating and he was still walking. You reached a black velvet curtain, he pulled it open and pinned them back to reveal a private booth with cushioned black leather seats that circled around a centre table that had a floor length black table cloth, that’s when an idea hit you. The thought embarrassed you deeply, but you were going to get revenge for what he did to you, he embarrassed you at your job so you were going to embarrass him in front of all these upper class snobs “Your booth Mr Barnes.”

“Thank you. Ladies first.”

You were pulled out of your scheming by Bucky nudging you to sit down, you sat across from each other and the server left you with the menu. You skimmed the options, you paled. They were extortionately priced. “I can afford this.” Your shocked voice came out in a whisper, but he heard you.

“You’re not paying Bunny, I am. Pick whatever you want, only the best for my sweet little Bunny.” He cooed, his icy demeanour had melted once again. You shuffled in your seat, tucking your hair behind your ear nervously. He destroyed you, you didn’t know which side of him you liked more, his cold, demanding, dominant side or his sweet, teasing, reassuring side. Maybe having both was fine. “I’ll probably just have my usual.” He shrugged, closing the menu and laid it in front of him.

“You come here often?” You asked, taking a sip of the complimentary water.

“All the time when business needs to happen. You know, Bunny, I’m not just a Biker like Natasha warned you about.” He took your hand resting on the table into his, massaging the ring finger.

“You know Natasha?” You questioned, how could he possibly know Natasha you pondered. Maybe from the Diner, but the way he said it…it didn’t seem like that was the case. You were confused.

He dropped your hand and returned back to his menu “What do you think you’re going to get? I recommend the Sea Bass, but maybe since you're a bunny I’d recommend the mushroom risotto, it’s new but I’ve heard stellar reviews.” He avoided the question, you knew not to test your luck, his comment from earlier reverberated inside your skull ‘just play your cards right.’

“I’ll have the mushroom risotto then.” You said, your voice oozing with sarcastic sweetness.

“Great, I'll call the server over.” Now was your chance, you slipped under the table whilst he was turned away. He turned back “Bunny?” He called out clearly confused, you crawled to his side, peeking under the table cloth and began to undo the fly of his pants. Your eyes met and your hands froze, he looked like he was about to murder you right there and then. But he just shuffled closer so he’d be covered by the table cloth, you paused for a minute contemplating whether you wanted to do this or not. His calf nudged against your cheek, you took him out of his black boxers you took him into your mouth suckling at his bulbous tip before allowing him to slide down your throat. It had only been a day but you’d forgotten how large he was, you gagged slightly as you took him. You heard Bucky grunt in response, you collected some of the spit leaking down the rest of his length and gave him a few strokes before you brought your hand down to his balls, rubbing and squeezing them slightly they were heavy and full.

“I’ll just have my two of usual starters for us both and my usual for the main and she’ll have-” he coughed to cover his moan as you took the rest of him into your mouth “excuse me, she’ll have the mushroom risotto.”

“Great, and what would you like to drink?”

“A bottle of Château Mouton Rothschild.”

“Of course, will you be having desert?” The waiter continued on with his questioning and you slid yourself slowly back to his tip, circling it with your tongue before quickly swallowing him again

“We haven’t decided yet. That’s it for now.” His words came out bluntly as he gripped at the sides of the table

“Of course Mr Barnes.” You hear the familiar slide of menus gliding over each other and then the waiter walking away. Bucky’s hand comes under the table cloth and grips your hair slamming you down to the base of his cock, you gag again he lets out a husky groan. Your eyes eyes sting, your nose burns and tears roll down your cheek as he sits uncomfortable in your throat

“If you’re gonna pull this, then do it properly. My little Bunny bitch.” He mutters just loud enough for you to hear. He begins bobbing your head up and down, hitting the back of your throat repeatly causing you to gag, your throat squeezing him tighter and tighter each time. Spit leaked down you chin and pooled on the floor below you. You squeezed his ball tighter in an attempt to make him let up so you could breathe, but then one of his hands disappeared and re-emerged with a different knife than last night. Your eyes were trained on the silver glint of the knife, you watched him throw and catch it playfully. The knife came up to your face, he dragged the flat side against your cheek. The question of how many knives Bucky owned passed through your head briefly, before all of your attention was brought back to him. He began forcibly moving you again, but as he did his foot slipped between your thighs. He used the tip of his black derby shoe to rub against your clit, you moved your hips closer to him relishing in the heat that spread through your entire body as his shoe became wet with the slick leaking through your panties. You moaned around his cock, digging your nails into his meaty thighs as you felt pleasure building in your loins at the sound of Bucky’s grunts and groans. Suddenly, his hands that were nestled in your hair pulled you off him and dragged you out from underneath the table. He dried your tears and the mix of saliva and precum glistening on your chin with his napkin. “Food’s almost here. Go sit on your side.” You let out a small whine nuzzling your head under his arm.

“Was gonna cum Buck.” You purred as you slipped your hand to his thigh, rubbing right near where his cock stood tall. He tucked hismself back into his trousers, before seizing your face in his gloved hand

“You’re going to cum till you're sick of it. Now go to your side. I’m not asking.” He sneered, glaring into your dazed eyes. Your head was fuzzy and your pussy ached almost painfully, but nonetheless you reluctantly listened scooting across the leather seats back to your side of the table. You rested your head in your palms and stared at him longingly. Your food arrived and you ate in almost silence.

“How’s the food Bunny?” He asked meeting your intense stare as you chewed and swallowed.

“Good.” You stated Drly as you pushed around the remaining risotto, it was actually phenomenal. You’d never have anything so creamy before and the wine was great. But even that couldn’t satiate the hunger you had for him, you wanted to finish what you started, you wanted to cum on his shoe. You were drunk on his cock not the wine.

“Okay. That’s it. Come here.” You began to slip back under the table “No. Has the thought of my cock clouded your brain that badly? I told you to Come here.” He hissed, smacking his hand on the leather of the seat beside him. You shuffled over to him and he untied the velvet curtain, closing you both off from the rest of the restaurant.

“Bucky we can’t do that here. People will hear us.” You murmured, fumbling as you began to retreat. Bucky’s hand caught your bicep, dragging you back over to him with ease. He lifted you onto his lap like you weighed nothing and stared down at you, his eyes narrowed and pupils blown wide as caressed your waist and squeezed at your ass “I own this place. I can do whatever the fuck I want, Bunny, now be my good little pet and ride me. I want to feel your hot cunt clamp around my dick again whilst you beg me for my seed.” His deep voice rumbled as he began to thrust his hips up into yours, grinding his clothes erection against your already damp panties.

“You own this place?” You were in disbelief, that rugged biker who had instilled fear into everyone at your dinner, who fucked you against a wall owned this!? You couldn’t believe it. He had to be lying.

“I own half this fucking city. Now ride my cock. I know that needy little hole of yours has been waiting to be filled since I picked you up, so take what you want Bunny” He was dead serious as he leaned back in his seat. You felt so small in comparison to his large form that was splayed out in front of you. He released your hand and repeated your actions from earlier to free his length from its fabric restraints, it sprung free and rested against his clothes abdomen. You collected some of the precum and rubbed at the tip. Your pussy was aching, clenching around nothing. He was like nothing you’d ever taken before, he was big—a little too big— and he hit all of the right spots inside you. You pulled your panties to the side and slowly positioned your hips above him, you rubbed him through your silken folds and circled the tip against your puffy clit. The feeling of him sent waves of pleasure through you. You slowly lowered yourself down, his fat dick stretching your hole almost painfully. Setting your nerves on fire. Your hand clamped around his wide shoulders for support, your nails digging into the shoulder pads of his navy suit jacket as you took him further inside, you let out a gasp as his head glided past your g-spot. You looked down, you’d only taken half off him. You bit your lip trying to stifle your wails and moans, it felt like he was going to tear you in half.

His hands settled on your hips before he shoved you down, sheathing fully inside you. You threw your head forward, slamming into his shoulder and biting down on the textured fabric and raked your nails across his shoulder blades. You pounded your fists into his back as your vision blurred and scorching tears ran down your redden cheeks. He let you sit there and adjust, you emerged from his shoulder and he shushed you soothingly rubbing your tears away with his leather glove, it rubbed your skin. You slinked your fingers underneath the glove and pulled it off, tossing it on the table behind you. His hand was metal, a dark titanium colour with golden accents. He was shocked, a new emotion. You’d seen him angry and you’d seen him tender, now you’d seen him in utter shock.

You brought one of your hands to it, interlocking your fingers with the cool metal “It’s so beautiful.” You said softly, smiling as you skimmed your thumb against it

“You don’t think that.” He spat, pulling his hand away trying to reach for the glove. You grabbed his arm tugging it towards you bringing the exposed metal to your lips and pressing a kiss to it

“I do. I promise, I love it, Bucky. Don’t hide it from me please.” You peered up at him through your lashes, his eyes were no longer narrowed they were now relaxed “choke me with it whilst I ride you, please.” He nodded and hummed in approval, encompassing your throat with his metal hand, squeezing ever so slightly as you began to move your hips. The breathlessness accompanied with the throbbing of his dick made you keen as you used him to move yourself faster.

He grunted as he matched your pace slamming his hips up into you so his dick brushed your cervix, he leaned forward sucking on the shell of your ear and running the thin skin through his teeth “Such a good, horny little bunny so eager to be filled.” He released your neck, you gasped for air as he took control. Hooking both of his hands underneath your knees, bring the all the the way against your chest and leaning you back against the table as he claimed you

“Feels so good B-Bucky.” You whined as he paused, grinding his pelvis into your clit, before continuing his thrusts aiming right for your sweet spot. You attached your mouth to his neck sucking at the hot skin leaving hickeys and muffling your wanton cries as he filled you so perfectly “I wanted to have your babies. Want to be your bunny.” You cried as another wave of heat rushed over your entire body, adding to the growing fiery ache in your womb.

“You already Mine, Bunny. But let’s make sure everyone that looks at you can see that you’re mine, see your swollen stomach filled with my cum and know that I’ve claimed you. That you belong to me. That I will never let you go.” You came around his cock clamping around him like a vice, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and your nails clawing at him as he continued to pound into you, his rhythm becoming sloppy as he reached his climax. His lips locked with yours in a ferocious kiss, his tongue tying with yours as he came with a growl. You sobbed out whines as he pressed his face closer into yours devouring your lips, his beard chafing against your face. He shuffled backwards, leaning back against the cushioned booth allowing you to rest your head on his chest. You revealed in the thumping of his heart as you drooled on his shirt, your fingers rubbing the scratchy hair on the back of his neck mindlessly babbling thank yous as he rubbed your back.

The curtain was pulled aside slightly, allowing for the brighter lights of the main restaurant to flood in, you turned your head the other way in an attempt to preserve the little dignity you still had. “Would you like dessert Mr Barnes?” The waiter inquired, before glancing at the situation he’d walked into. He let out an astonished gasp

“I’ve got desert right here.” Bucky responded slyly, allowing his lips to draw into a smirk, squeezing your thigh, hard enough to leave a bruise “leave so I can eat.” He barked.

Without a word the server scurried off, Bucky hoisted you off his lap and sat you on the table before hunching down to lick the mix of your juices that was leaking out of your throbbing cunt. You moaned as he lapped at you juices and sucked on your clit, before he moved back down to your clenching hole “look at you Bunny, clenching on nothing. You miss my dick that badly?” He glanced up at you through his lashes, you nodded vigorously, he slapped you clit harshly with his metal hand “Speak.”

“Yes Bucky! Please I want you inside me, I want you to breed me again and again.” You whined desperately, caressing your breasts and shuffling closer to him.

“Let’s go home, then we’ll keep going. It’s getting late and I want to ruin you completely, I’m gonna fill you with cum till you look pregnant Bunny.” You let out another whine in protest “My Home. Come on. Or would you rather I carry you through the restaurant, and let everyone see how messy I’ve made you, how desperate you are to be speared on my cock.” You shook your head and began to straighten out your dress “oh and before we go, close your eyes and open your hands.” You did as he said, he placed something into them and closed them around it “ you can open them.” your mouth hung open. It was your pink panties.

Little update!

Everything has been resolved! At least from my perspective, I’m fine with their explanation which you can read here.

As long as it’s for personal use and not to be passed off as own work I’m fine with people downloading my fics. I just want everyone to enjoy themselves whilst reading; I know how annoying it can be if your favourite fic is deleted, so I understand the sentiment of wanting to maintain its longevity.

Regardless, I’m still thankful for being notified about the situation (specifically big thanks to @darsynia you are an actual angel Istg) and I love how our community supports each other 💕

Ummmm excuse me?????

This poster is NOT me.

I posted this fic here on 2/21/23.

How fucking dare you take a piece of my hard work and post it as yours. Whoever did this has some major fucking balls to post the exact piece in the Matt/Reader genre I look at every day.

Fuck you. I've already reported to ao3. My guess is the rest the fics posted aren't yours either.

Write your own work instead of stealing from others.

Seriously, go fuck yourself.

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Monstertober Day 6:

Below the lily pads🪷

Pairing: Swamp monster/Siren!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Non con, death, Dead dove: do not eat, dark!bucky, beefy!bucky, forced breeding, p in v, anal fingering, sex in a forest, sex near a pond, drowning, marking/biting, mentions of blood, scratching, choking, praise, delusional!Bucky, victim!reader

Nicknames: Doll, sweetness, doll face

Word count: 2.1k

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

You plopped down on the couch with a huff, that was the final box. You’d finally finished unpacking everything and now you could relax. You raised your head and glanced into your new garden, which was the woods connected to your property. The sky was dark, aside from the silvery glow of the moon and stars which hung in the velvet blanket of the cobalt night sky—it was going to get way darker. The thought of being unable to see into your backyard, which was now so much larger than before, made your stomach churn “Buy outdoor lights, noted.” You slowly rose from the couch staring suspiciously out into the thicket of dark fir trees, if you stared for long enough you could see movement, one day of being here and your eyes were playing tricks on you already making you paranoid “I’m going to go mental here, aren’t I?” You joked, turning away from the darkness outside your french doors and instead turning your attention to your beautifully lit kitchen. Your stomach rumbled lowly, it was way later than you thought and the day of unpacking had left you famished.

Looking at the contents of your fridge made you sigh, you had enough for a basic meal but nothing fancy. You grabbed the two cloves of garlic you had left, the random half of an. onion and the two tomatoes rolling around freely in the fridge draw and dumped them on the countertop “Pasta it is…Do I even have any pasta.” You stood on your tiptoes opening the cupboard and began to rummage, you had enough spices to open a spice market, stocked up on medications, hot chocolate mix, extra coffee and an assortment of herbal teas, but no pasta. You said a silent prayer as you opened the next cupboard and there it was, a half empty box of spaghetti “Thank all that is holy!” You exclaimed, placing it on the counter as you pulled out a pot and a pan and put it beside the spaghetti. You swayed along to the enchanting sound of man singing as you filled the pot with water and placed it on the stove, it was a song you’d never heard before. You began to hum along, turning to your record player curiously to see what record you’d put on. It wasn’t on. You hadn’t put any records on. There were no houses for miles, you were alone in the middle of the woods; so there was absolutely no way it was from a neighbour. You threw open one of the draws and pulled out the biggest knife you owned, the blade glimmering in the overhead lighting of the kitchen as you held it defensively up in the air. Standing as still as possible, you stopped breathing momentarily to listen, your heart thumping in your ears as you cautiously stepped towards the singing. The sound was coming from outside. Biting down on your lip you tiptoed towards the glass, squinting in an attempt to see outside. You pressed your face to the chilly glass, goosebumps rippling across your skin. You couldn’t see anything but the reflection of your house's Interior.

You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself, as your hand wrapped around the handle of the door, you begrudgingly opened it. Aware of every little sound; the swaying of the trees in the light wind, the metallic tick of the lock as you pushed on the handle, the crunch of leaves as small animals skittered through the woods. Every small noise made the anxiety rising within you worse. “Is anyone out here?” You called. Nothing. The smooth baritone singing continued.

Slipping on the pair of hiking boots you’d left outside to dry, you squeezed the knife; mentally preparing yourself to venture into woods.

You were deep into the forest by now, the singing was getting louder. You were close. “Singing stranger! Your voice is lovely, but this is private property and it’s late. You’re really freaking me out here, so if you could…maybe leave, that would be great.” The singing stopped, leaving you to listen to the soft chirp of crickets. You pushed aside some brambles allowing you to see a clearing and a pond surrounded by overgrown aquatic plants; long, thick brown pond reeds towered tall and piles of bulrush outlined the small waterhole. A small section of the bank was not overtaken by plants, a flat slab of rock that was damp as you advanced towards it bending just enough to swipe your fingers through the moisture. It had no smell, you thought maybe one of the fishes had splashed the water on it. Thinking that brought you solace. Looking closer at the pond, you adored it. It needed work that was for certain but you could definitely clean it up, add some lights around it and place a bench close to it to make it a cute picnic spot. Your shoes sunk into the mud as you crouched down next to the pond, watching as the reflection of the pale moon was distorted in the ripples of the water. You reach towards one of the water lilies, trying not to fall into the pond as you lean forward. The tips of your fingers brush against the soft, yet firm, petals and you try to pinch it between your outstretched fingers to pull it closer. You miss it. You glance down at the bank of the pond before shuffling closer to the edge, you repeat your actions from before but this time you're able to reach. You pull the flower closer, the pink of the petals becoming clearer as the lily pad parts the water drawing closer to you. Something wet and slimy grazes your ankle, making you release the lily, you fall backwards into the mud as you squirm away from the water edge. You let out a scream as a viscid webbed hand seizes your ankle, you kick and squirm against the tight hold.

“There’s no need to be scared, doll. It’s me, the stranger who was singing. You said my voice was beautiful.” From the clear water emerged a man with murky green gils framing his clean shaven face. Despite being in the water his hair was completely dry, the moon casting a blue glow down on his pushed back brown locks. His blue eyes were warm, welcoming and crinkled at the corners from the wide toothy grin stretched across his face, all of his teeth were pointed and curved like a shark. Murky water glided down his defined chest, as if his skin was covered in wax. You laid paralysed in the mud as he used his free hand to prop himself up on the bend of his tail, his scales glinting in the moonlight. Peaking out of the slit below his waist were two erect dicks, tinged green like his scales and ribbed. A bead of precum leaked down from the tip onto the other one below it causing it to twitch in response. You woke from your paralysis, scrambling on to your knees, Bucky lurched forward pushing you back into the mire “Where do you think you’re going, Doll? We haven’t even started yet.” His claw-like nails cut through your shirt and shorts like butter exposing you to the chilly autumn air, his nails scratching your skin deep enough for it to bleed as he cut through your clothes.

“Get the fuck off of me!” You screamed kicking at his muscular tail, Bucky dug his nails into your sides making you yelp in pain—stopping your struggling as you felt the burning pain travel across your nerves.

“Stop struggling, Doll.” He hissed, spit flying into your face. You wiped it away with your arm and turned your head further to look at his face

“Make me.” You spat, grabbing a handful of dirt and throwing it at him. The warmth left his eyes and his smile fell, his cold stare remained locked on you as he slammed your head into the mud. You choked and spat as sludge entered your mouth.

“That wasn’t very nice, sweetness. I know what's best for you, so just lie still.” Bucky warned raking his claws across your back to pull you closer, he held both dicks in his hand lining them up to your hole. You tried to wiggle your hips away from him but he mercilessly slammed into you the tips of his dicks painfully bashing against your cervix as he stretched you open; a dull burn radiating through your waist. Your walls constricted around him trying to force him out of you, he thrusted against the resistance making an agony akin to period camps spread through your stomach. Bile rose in your throat as he continued his pounding, using you like a fleshlight. You felt the tip of his needle-like fingernail pressing against your rose bud, your screams of resistance were muffled by the mud as he forcefully shoved his thumb into your tight ring, a stabbing pain travelling across your back “So tight for me. All for me.” He moaned, draping himself over you and biting into your shoulder blade. White hot pain surged across your back corrupting your senses as white flashed across your vision. You began to struggle with new found vigour. But it was futile his body weight alone kept you pinned to the ground. Bucky’s snake-like tongue lapped at the blood flowing from the teeth shaped puncture wound hungrily. “Taste so sweet, doll. Never gonna let you go, you’re gonna have my babies.You want them don’t you? Want me to make you a Mommy.” Bucky whined, the thrusting of his hip causing more water to slosh out of the pond and splatter against you both.

“No!” You shrieked, hoping that for some reason anyone was in the vicinity to be able to hear you. You couldn’t give a shit if they were trespassing on your property, if they could help you then nothing would matter. He pushed your face deeper into the mixture of mire and swamp water, you dug your hands into the sludge below you endeavouring to not suffocate. You became frantic as you felt the oxygen left in your lungs running low, the taste of mud and swamp water entered your mouth through your nostrils making you gaged as you suffocated. Survival instincts took over your mind, dulling the stabbing pains throbbing throughout your entire body. You needed to get him off, or you were going to die.

“You don’t mean that, Doll, you’ll come to terms with it eventually. You’ll melt when you see how beautiful our children are going to be, I’m going to pump you so full of them. Your stomach is going to swell with our children.” As his thrust became more brutal he lent more of his body weight on your head. Your lungs burned, desperate for air. Your screams making bubbles in the ooze, you were swallowing dirt but all you could think of was survival. Your hands flailed behind you grabbing for the swamp monster, why you felt the firm skin of his torso you dragged your nails across it furiously. Trying to hurt him so he’d get off you. But your attack just fuelled his fire “I didn’t know you liked it rough, sweetness. You should have told me.” He purred, slamming into you with harsh, shallow thrusts. You felt warm puffs of breath against your throat before an intense, excruciating pain shot through your neck; his teeth tore through your skin as he bit down harder and harder tearing the muscles and skin from your throat. You couldn’t even scream, he’d torn out your vocal cords. The warmth of your blood against your freezing skin gave you a small moment of comfort as you felt your life fading away. Your body was so heavy, you couldn’t lift your hands. Your clawing and squirm slowed, the haze in your mind feeling as thick as the mud you were laying in. The pain stopped, everything stopped.

“Doing so good for me, Doll. I’m gonna cum. That’s it, relax for me. That's it. Gonna- ah-” Bucky gave a few more weak, shallow thrusts as his hot seed filled you. He pressed a soft kiss to your bare shoulder, stroking your dirty, wet hair. He let out a soft chuckle “Already asleep. That really took it out of you? Didn’t it, doll face. You did so well.” He whispered, picking up your limp body and turning you to press your face into his chest “I can wait to start a family with you, Doll. You’re gonna be such a good Mommy.”

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wait so did she really dead omg😟😟😟

If you’re talking about Thanatosis🦋 then, no, she is not dead. She simply gave in to her inner voice telling her that Bucky cared about her and loved her, basically forfeiting all of her free will—she developed severe Stockholm syndrome.