Control [2/2]

Control [2/2]

The King

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3950

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes slowly take each other to pieces – but at what cost?

Warnings: Swearing. Explicit smut. Unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap, thank you), dirty talk, thigh-riding, oral sex (both m/f receiving), face-fucking, orgasm denial, mild choking, some Sub!Bucky, mostly Dom!Bucky, Bucky’s thighs of betrayal, which is an 18+ only warning in itself – but seriously, this fic is 18+ only.

A/N: This is for my babygirl Gigi @tropicalcap​ as part of her 4K Songfic Challenge 🖤 This is part II of II, because there was only so much smut I could cram in one hit.

Read Part I The Pawn – also Masterlist here.

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Bucky was savouring this moment, committing the image of you spread out, hair-mussed, lust-drunk before him, the air hot with want and desire. He breathed in the scent of you, salty and sweet, half-wondered, barely half-cared should anyone chance walking in to find him on his knees praying before a rouge-licked god.

He’d been tracking you for months and you had constantly, consistently slipped through his fingers despite his deliberate and considered assessment of how to corner you, keep you long enough, strung out and wanting. And now you were here, unravelling before him, eyes blown hot, skin goose-pimpled in anticipation, legs trembling like jelly, and you – you, all soft and pliable to turn and please and pull just how he wanted.

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tapestry 👑 XXX

Warnings: dark elements, dub/noncon (fingering)

This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: King Steven had a wandering eye but you never thought it would fall upon you.

This Chapter: The king has some fun.

Note: Hey, it’s me again. I wrote this chapter after work in the brief interlude between soul crushing shifts. Hope you enjoy.<3 

Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply! Love ya!

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After Priskham, the progress continued to Lord Stark’s lair at the Iron Tower and continued on to Lord Barnes’s hold of Brooks’s End. The castle had been abandoned for two centuries before him as its former family had been extinguished for their part in a plot against the Rogers’ Dynasty in Western Uprisings. You suspected its history loomed in the mind of its current keeper.

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Welcome to Australia...

Where an already endangered species is on the brink of functional extinction...

Oh, and 500 million animals unique to this country have already lost their lives, upon homes that have been destoryed and lives lost of people as well...

I mean... we're only living in a literal inferno...

415 fires. Fuck are we dying...

Oh yeah and people are just fleeing to the damn ocean, you know?

Do you want to know what Hell on Earth looks like..?

Because there it is in all it's unfiltered, firey rage...

There it is... my home from space...

This is only the beginning. Our country has not only entered a new decade, it seems a new dawning era as well, because this flaming apocalypse doesn't show any sign of stopping any time soon.

And you know what saddens me? I've never seen Australian tragedies trending here on this website. I mean it's been going on for months and only now does it seem to really be getting recognized, even if it is only at #9.

And I'm going to be honest with you here - the internet, and media in general is so American centric, this website being no exception. You'd think that an entire continent being on fire for several months with devastating consequences would have more recognition, but no, it really doesn't. The most notes I've ever seen on a post about the Australian fires is at least a few thousand, and that's about it.

So just... please. If you can, with this post or any other post in regards to the fires going on down here, reblog. Because the only thing that should be spreading like wildfire, is a post about a burning country...

Good Enough

Summary: From this ask:  i read your deadcrush miniseries and ig i got caught in the feels and love the way you write 💛 i was wondering if you could write something bucky x y/n where she’s younger but they’re in a stable relationship and she becomes pregnant? like she‘s happy and excited but bucky is kinda worried bc of his genes, past, etc.

Pairings: Reader/ Bucky

A/N: So sorry this took like five months! 2.5k words. Fluff with a little cussing involved.

“How do you feel about the color orange?”

It’s a Friday night in the tower, almost bedtime when you embark of a journey of questions, carefully placed breadcrumbs for Bucky.

“I feel… fine?”

“Light orange or dark orange?”

“What’s dark orange look like? A dirty penny?”

“Light orange it is.” You scrunch your nose at the thought of painting a room the shade he’s imagining.

“What for?”

You shrug.

When you both brush your teeth, you take glance at him in the mirror, eyes trailing from his brow to his chin, attentive to the way his nose slopes and his jaw cuts. Jesus, you’d be lucky if–

Bucky mutters from behind a mouthful of toothpaste suds, “What is it?”

After four years it makes sense that he would be able to figure out when you’re keeping thoughts to yourself. He’s in your head, Bucky Barnes. Even when he’s not there, you’re thinking of him. Every second of the day, really. It’s Bucky breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and all other hours, too. It makes you a little bewildered with joy that you can feel so much for a single person.

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tapestry 👑 XXXI

Warnings: dark elements, dub/noncon (sexy sex sex)

This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: King Steven had a wandering eye but you never thought it would fall upon you.

This Chapter: The reader tries to cope.

Note: This is late because I had a terrible migraine but I managed to do this! So yeah :) Hope you enjoy.<3

Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply! Love ya!

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It was your second to last day in Brook’s End. The chapel flickered in eerie candlelight as you knelt among the empty pews. It was your little secret; a trick of your own. You’d found that the king, nor anyone else, questioned your piety. None wondered after your private prayers or sought to disturb you. When you discovered that this castle had an altar of its own, you declared it a momentary refuge.

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Where You Belong

Curtis Everett x Reader

Synopsis: (Based on Snowpiercer) You are a Forward section passenger who finds herself condemned to the Tail section after offending Wilford. (If you have not seen the film Wikipedia has an excellent synopsis of the plot and characters).

Warning: This is a non / dubious consent work. This story also contains violence and adult themes. This chapter is mostly background but it does contain violence.  You have been warned.

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The stench was becoming familiar. When the guards had marched you through the gate it had been overwhelming, like hitting a concrete wall face first. You had no name for the scent. Nothing in your memory had provided even the slightest reference you could latch onto. 

It was a far cry from the crisp, fresh citrus and soothing lavender fragrances you had been accustomed to. Your downfall had been so quick, so complete, so final. Tears began to gather in your eyes. Easier to sleep, to avoid the utter wretchedness of the tail section. Turning to face the rusted metal wall, your eyelids softly closed, visions of airy light filling your head.

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