In Love !!!

Engraved in my brain

for anon’s request: How about Lewis’ Daughter!reader like innocent and protected but Max completely makes her submit to him like actual love that she thinks Lewis is the bad guy for tryna come between their relationship? (Made it Lewis’ sister!)

Gods & Monsters ♥️

Max Verstappen x Hamilton!Reader

You got that medicine I need, fame liquor love, give it to me slowly…

As Lewis Hamilton’s younger, innocent sister, you’re desperate to prove yourself as an upcoming racer. Your family never seems to take you seriously, though, and after a fall out you end up training under Max Verstappen - your brother’s arch rival. Max promises he’ll train you to become the next world champion…as long as you do everything he asks.

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, innocent virgin Hamilton! Reader, dark manipulative! Max, VERY dubcon, blindfolds, size kink, somnophilia, ayo this is DARK!! 😙

Growing up, you and your big brother Lewis were presented with two options. Either succeed, or fail to live upto the Hamilton name. Both your parents were incredibly hardworking and sacrificing - but all their attention would always go to their firstborn, the much older, bigger and better Hamilton. You were just as good as Lewis had been when starting out, spending every weekend on the track and dominating the junior karting races - but when it came time for you to progress into formula cars, your brother and father had chuckled, patting your head and saying it might be a bit too much for you, you were a lot smaller and younger than Lewis, after all. Maybe you should just stick to karting for now, or had you considered going into car design, you got pretty good grades in uni and that’s a much safer option?

You were understandably upset at the lack of opportunity to prove your last name. So you tried to sneak onto the F1 paddock, chatting up the team principals in the hope that they would recognise you from the karting podiums and recruit you into their junior teams-

But Lewis had caught on unbelievably fast, a tight smile and redirecting hand on your back as he led you out of the McLaren garage. We discussed this, baby sis Lewis said as you walked back to the Mercedes hospitality. He was never one to raise his voice but you could tell from his tone he was disappointed. You tried to argue again, saying that it wasn’t fair, you were a good driver too, but Lewis cut you off with a stern look. It’s not safe for you. The guys who race here - they aren’t like me, lil sis. You can’t trust any of them. I’m sorry, but you should stay in karting.

You’d slumped in resignation, briefly looking into the Redbull garage as you walked past - the only team you hadn’t yet gone to talk to. And home to perhaps the only driver who could understand the pressure you felt to live upto your father’s expectation - current reigning champion, Max Verstappen. Otherwise known as the bane of your family’s existence. He’d been the one to break your big brother’s winning streak, the subject of many a heated family discussion over the dinner table about how to defeat in a race. Truly, you hadn’t seen your big brother hate someone before until the day Max had crashed into him, sending him to the hospital and your heart rate into 200bpm as you prayed for his safety. Lewis had been fine, but his winning streak had not as Max went onto P1 that race.

So you had always learnt to stay far, far away from Mad Max. But last year when you’d been having a hard time on one of your karting races, and you paced back and forth during the red flag because normally you’d ask Lewis for help but he had started coming less often these days - you were interrupted by a knock on the door. You ran to open it, thinking your brother had decided to come after all - only to crane your head up to meet the handsome face of the tall Dutch Redbull driver. You’d immediately flushed, on guard just like your family had taught you to be and asking what he was doing - but he had kindly ignored your rudeness and said he happened to be here for another friend and had seen your race, did you need some advice?

You’d been so desperate to win that you had let him in, looking around to make sure no paparazzi had seen as you were sure Lewis would ban you permanently from karting if he caught a whiff of this. To your suprise, Max was so helpful and supportive, giving you excellent pointers and aggressive strategies your brother would never dare guide you towards. You’d gone onto win P1, and after the podium had excitedly gone to find Max and thank him. Of course, schat, he’d replied easily, a handsome smile on his face, making you blush. Since then Max had always been there to guide you at your races, making you win multiple competitions to celebrate together or comfort you after a loss. Your family had no idea, of course, because they would skin both you and Max alive if they ever knew about your close friendship.

But now, things were starting to reach a boiling point as your relationship with your brother became tense as he actively tried to deter your formula career. And Max - your kind, considerate friend Max - had definitely noticed this. So he casually informed you that the Redbull academy was recruiting, and personally drove you the trials the next week, and welcomed your excited hug into his broad arms afterwards as you sailed into P1 and were offered an immediate spot on the Redbull F2 team, so grateful that the older, experienced driver had taken such a genuine interest in your racing, unlike your own family.

When you tried to break the good news to your family, shit had obviously hit the fan and they demanded that you decline the position. It’s not that I’m not proud of you sis, Lewis had sighed. It’s that you cannot trust Max Verstappen, seriously - he only thinks about himself. He’ll definitely hurt you or use you to hurt me.

You had screamed and cried, saying that Max had been the only one to look out for you these last few months. You’d called the Dutchman for advice, sniffling and saying I’m sorry Maxie, they won’t let me go, I have to decline-

He’d gently interrupted and reminded you that you’re an adult, you know schat? And an incredibly talented driver. You should put yourself first for a change. You’d hesitated, because you’d never done anything without your family closely supervising you before - but where would you go, you say confused. You didn’t know anyone - you know me, Max offered. Come stay at mine while you sort things out, but don’t let it delay starting your F2 season.

You’d started crying again, telling the Dutch driver how lucky you were to have him as a friend. And that’s how you found yourself tucked into his much larger frame, on his private jet en route to Monaco, fast asleep from the emotionally charged day as he lovingly kissed your forehead. And your temporary residence at his penthouse dragged into months into an indefinite stay as he insisted it was safer for you, given the papparazzi that had gone crazy at the youngest Hamilton sibling switching sides - just for now, until it dies down. You’d gratefully accepted, becoming accustomed to his luxurious lifestyle and wanting to be in close proximity to Max. It was hard to control the thumping of your heart as you scolded yourself internally for your crush on the tall driver, who you were sure only saw you as a junior driver to guide.

Before the season started, Max had warned you that your family would interfere and try to turn you against him. You hadn’t taken it seriously, but when Lewis approached you at your first race, demanded to speak to you in person after you’d been blocking his calls for days, Max had been all to happy to get security to escort him away after you’d started becoming upset, just like he knew you would. Don’t pay any mind to him, schat. He’s probably just jealous of your success.

You’d found that hard to believe, because although your big brother had a few annoying traits, he would always be genuinely happy about your wins. But Max had planted the seed of doubt that began to crumble your inner self worth, questioning if your big bro had only been holding you back because he wanted to remain the family champion. Remaining on edge, your anxiety began damaging your racing and dropping you in the rankings. You slept fretfully, paranoid that you were going to be benched and would be forced to go home in humiliation and hear your family’s we told you so.

You let Max climb into your bed one night when he heard your muffled cries, running a soothing hand up and down your back, hungrily enjoying the view of your thick ass as your silky nightie rode up while you sobbed into his strong chest. And when you opened up about all your worries, it was only natural that he offered to be the one to train you, being the current world champion and all, right? You had lit up, so delighted that he had offered, flushed because truly you’d never met anyone so kind and giving like him.

And Max - well, he would never let an opportunity to get back at Lewis slide by. Training his precious little sister, the one he always protectively hid away from the rest of the grid? Oh, it was almost too perfect, he thought darkly. And it was an added bonus that you were so gorgeous, all dark curls, innocent doe eyes and a soft, curvy 5 foot figure under his almost 6 foot frame. But my training is intense, schat. Very strict. He made you promise that you’d do whatever he asked, no matter how you felt, because it was the only way to win - and that you couldn’t tell anyone else about his top secret training methods, especially your big brother. You’d eagerly nodded your agreement, looking up at him with starry eyes and saying Yes Maxie, of course, I trust you, thank you so much for offering, I’m so grateful!

As the weeks went by, Max proved himself to be the best mentor you could ask for. You two would train together, going on morning jogs, drinking the same protein smoothies, discussing the best overtaking techniques. All the time you two spent together made rumours fly around the paddock about the exact nature of your relationship - but Max dismissed them all with a roll of his eyes, telling you that it was so sexist of people to assume you were his girlfriend and not his junior driver. You’d agreed, althought you couldn’t help feeling disappointed that Max didn’t seem to think about you in a romantic sense at all.

Your rankings started improving, but Max had said that you needed a lot more work if you wanted to reach P1, especially given your smaller size compared to the rest of the drivers. You nodded eagerly, curious when he easily picked you up and deposited you in between his thick thighs on his sim rig, ordering you to show him your driving. You’d been doing so well until he started brushing his large hands across your soft waist and whispering naughty things in your ear about how sexy you looked, how hard it was to resist you every night while you slept right next door to him. You’d squealed, confused and asking just what he was doing - Trying to test your ability to focus, to avoid any distractions, Max replies disapprovingly as your car crashed on the screen. Clearly, you have a lot of work to do. This isn’t good enough!

Oh, you’d replied, feeling foolish for thinking anything romantic of it. Max didn’t like you like that, after all. So you two resumed the daily sessions, him torturing you for hours with caresses all over your body, squeezing your soft tits and pinching your nipples through your tight camisoles, and sliding large fingers up the skirt he’d always make you wear to tease your embarrassingly damp slit. You’d gone pink in the face when he first felt it, stuttering out apologies but he just sweetly reassured you that it wasn’t your fault, just a normal reaction - like this, he’d said, pulling your small waist back so you grinded on something very large and hard tucked into his sweats. You’d never felt something like that before, having never had a boyfriend since your family always kept you under their protective eye.

But it felt sooo good, you thought guiltily, hoping Max wouldn’t mind when you would be unable to resist grinding against him some sessions. He never seemed to care, instead progressing you to the next level by slipping his cock out of his sweats one night and letting it bounce up against your most innocent parts. You had gone wide eyed seeing it for the first time, not expecting it to look soo big and thick and angry, making your stomach twist in fear. But it was business as usual as Max angrily scolded you for becoming distracted, making you restart as he began gliding his cock along your puffy little cunny- always separated by your soaked lace panties, of course.

Once you had become a master at being laser focused, he made you develop your senses next. A good driver is always in tune with the feel, the smell, the sound of the car, he explains. You don’t question him, obediently drooping onto your thick ass in front of his spread thighs as he wraps a silk tie across your eyes. You bite your lip from the sudden disorientation, feeling nervous, but Max’s large palm comfortingly strokes your hair. At his command you poke your tongue out and hold your palms up, waiting for the first test and he almost groans out loud from your sweet gullibility. You correctly identify a bunch of different exotic tasting fruits, specific switches and buttons on the replica steering wheel - and sassy, you giggle, when you feel Max’s cat climb into your lap. He muses that he’s going to have to give you something harder to figure out cause you’re so good as this, making you blush from the praise. You curiously hear a rustle as he steps closer and then he guides your small hands to something very long and thick. You experimentally rub your hands along it, hearing Max hiss. A banana? You say dumbly after a few beats, Cucumber?

Wrong, Max says, sounding a bit breathless. Why don’t you taste it, hmm? You diligently lick the tip of it with your delicate tongue, not recognising the heady, salty taste, and begin licking more and more as you become determined to figure it out. You don’t know how many minutes have passed but you aren’t any closer to guessing it, instead saying It tastes really good, Maxie, what is it? You hear him swear, grip tightening in your hair, and then he orders you to open your mouth wide to get a proper taste, his normally deep voice even huskier than normal. You feel him trace your plush lips with his thumb, making you feel that dirty tingly feeling in between your legs again, before the mysterious warm and thick length is shoved down your throat, making you gag uncontrollably. You whine, trying to pull back and breathe, but Max’s strong hand doesn’t let up as he roughly shoves it in and out of your tight mouth.

Tears drip down your cheeks at the intensity and you’re drooling messily, but Max doesn’t seem to care one bit and you might’ve imagined it but you thought you hear the click of multiple photos being taken. Guessed what it is yet, schat? Max asks mockingly, and you whine, shaking your head. Too bad, maybe this will help you figure it out. He pushes the whole length past your lips as you feel something thick and creamy flood your mouth, giving you no option but to swallow it, licking your lips to try figure out the taste. Afterwards, Max had gently taken the blindfold off, revealing his flushed face, and wipes your tears away sweetly. Sorry I didn’t get the last answer, you say guiltily, upset that you had no clue. It’s alright, doll, Max reassured, I’m sure you’ll get it next time, yeah?

Another thing that you needed to improve was your endurance and stamina. F2 races were a lot more demanding than karting, Max pointed out, noticing how tired you would be after a race. He increased the frequency of your runs and workouts, always helping you stretch before and letting his dark gaze hungrily linger on your pliant body underneath him. You’d wear the cutest little yoga shorts and sports bras, leaving your sensitive chocolate-toned skin on display for him, and it was almost too easy to accidentally slide in between your legs or brush the swell of your breasts as he stretched you out, bending your legs right back up over your head and leaving you breathless. But it wasn’t enough for Max as you consistently scored on the podium now but never P1. So he proposed the ultimate endurance training, that all the F1 drivers did regularly - fucking.

Fu-you mean, making love?! You’d shrieked hysterically, whipping your head up as he brought it up casually when you two were watched a movie, cuddled up on the couch. He’d smirked, Sure darling, making love.

You’d looked nervous, like a deer in headlights, telling him you weren’t sure, you felt uncomfortable doing that for the first time…but Max’s stormy expression left no room for discussion. Everyone on the grid does it, all the time. Even your older brother, he said condescendingly. It’s a pretty good stress relief. Trust me, your driving will become so much faster.

You innocently eat up Max’s blatant lies, hesitantly asking if you should get a boyfriend then, that cute engineer from the Redbull garage had asked you out after all- No! Max says heatedly, glaring furiously at the thought of some other man laying their hands on what belonged to him. You look at him, confused how he expects you to- I mean, no, it’s fine schat, it’s part of your training after all, so I’ll take care of you, okay?

You flushed prettily, biting your lip and squeezing your thighs together at the thought of Max taking your virginity, as your romantic feelings had only grown the more time you spent with him. And soon enough, later that night, Max had climbed into your bed again to find you shyly waiting for him, dressed in that silky nightie he liked. Pulling it up over your hips, he moved your lace panties to the side and made you blush as he hungrily eyed your dripping innocence, just like he’d done many times while you’d been peacefully sleeping, unaware of the twisted desires your mentor had for you. He’d then stretched you out on his thick fingers, then replaced them with his even thicker cock - no condom, of course - sickly enjoying the tears streaming down your face as you sweetly moaned from pain and pleasure. Within minutes he was claiming you as his, sending you spiralling into orgasm after orgasm, screaming his name as you fell apart from overstimulation.

Max smirked at your small frame that was now passed out below him - you’d need a lot more training if this is all you could handle, he thought darkly as he gripped your petite waist, easily continuing to move you up and down his fat cock like a ragdoll. You moan blissfully in your sleep as he stretched out your virgin cunny. Maybe multiple times a day, Max decided, cause you just felt too damn good. In his bed next time, on the kitchen counter, in your driver’s room before the race and then maybe again after- and at least once in a hotel room where he neighboured Lewis. He could just imagine your wide eyes, teary from panic as you struggled to keep your moans quiet, begging him Maxie please, please not so rough as his thrusts repeatedly banged the headboard against the wall, making it clear to his rival just what kind of filthy things Max Verstappen was doing to his precious little sister.

The dirty, twisted thought makes him cum with a guttural moan, pumping you full of his generous load as he buries his face in between your pretty tits to lick and bite at them. But what Max most looked forward to was the look on Lewis’ face when you would eventually show up to the paddock one day, F2 trophy in hand and a glittering rock on your ring finger to match, beaming in anticipation of replacing the Hamilton surname with Verstappen.

And no, Max would not be inviting him to the wedding.

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A/N: ok anyways. This is a ridiculous amount of smut for me to have churned out in less than a day I need to touch some grass 🙏 as always lmk what you think and send in some more requests!

Y/N: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Dean: That's great, Y/N. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.

avengers girl power...

x.

What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

BEST SOFT!DOM!BUCKY FIC I LOVE THIS!!!!!

Power Over Me series - COMPLETED.

Bucky Barnes x Reader AU 

Run-through: CEO James Buchanan Barnes is a dominant. And he’s spent the last 5 years searching for his perfect submissive. Then one night, he finds you. He thinks everything will fall perfectly into place now; but he thought wrong. Turns out your unfortunate past which still haunts you to this day, and some of his enemies are, well, connected. Things go wrong. And your bond with your dom is tested in many ways… 

Themes throughout the series: dom/sub dynamic, smut, dirty talk, angst, fluff, soft dom!bucky 

Power Over Me: completed. 

Part 1 

Part 2 

Part 3 

Part 4 

soft dom!bucky blurb

Part 5 

Part 6  

Masterlist

Chris Evans

Imagines

Jealous

Home

Lightweight

Blue-Eyed Man

Mistletoe

Old Man

 Sebastian Stan

Imagines

Something New

Feel You

Baby

Series

was it even real? *completed*

chapter one

chapter two 

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

wrong direction: interlude *completed*

*sequel to was it even real?*

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

back to you: *continuation of wrong direction!*

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

Harry Styles

Imagines

Brit Awards

Quarantine

 Series:

Falling:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

CARE FOR YOU -Lewis Hamilton

Summary: Lewis helps you through a horrible shark week.

Warning:period,blood,fluff,cramps, crying,pain.

A/N: this is my first time writing an actual one shot. Not proof read

Requests are open !

As soon as you woke up in the morning you knew it was going to be a shitty day. You could literally feel the blood. You clean up yourself, change the sheets and go to have your breakfast as usual. Lewis had left early for a team meeting but would be back before lunch.

As soon as you go to make yourself breakfast you feel a sharp pain in your stomach indicating your periods is going to be horrible this month. But the pain wouldn't go down you don't think you can hold anything down in your stomach. You just get a protein shake from the fridge (courtesy of lewis) and go to your bedroom to wallow in pain.

As time passed by the pain just got worse now it was only the cramps but every single joint in your body was aching. You couldn't even get up to take some painkillers. You literally started crying. Roscoe cuddled up to you feeling your discomfort. That is how Lewis found you.

Lewis was back home and immediately noticed something was wrong as the house was quiet way too quiet. "Love, I am home" He called out to you but no response. He went towards the bedroom and finally saw you. You were whimpering in pain and Roscoe was doing the best he can to ease your pain. He immediately came up to you "Hey love, what's wrong?"

You couldn't even answer you just whimpered and pointed towards the calender. Then it clicked Lewis it was your time of the month. "Is it real bad this time ?" You just nodded. He immediately kissed your forehead and got to work he noticed the shake bottle by your bed and realised you haven't eaten since morning.

He immediately gets a few of your favourite fruits, water bottles, heat pack and a painkiller. He comes back and feeds you the fruits even if it takes some convincing. He then makes you take a painkillers.

He finally lays by your side with Roscoe on your other side and cuddles you. His one hand holding a heat pack near you stomach. "Thank you for everything" you said. He just smiled at you and replies "No need to thank me love anything for my girl"

"I love you lew" you said sleepily

"Love you too baby girl, go to sleep I will be right here when u wake up" He replied smiling to himself at how peaceful you look.

Lemme know how was it !

Subspace Kitten

Note: I was struck by motivation. Bucky? subspace? aftercare? lay back and enjoy. 18+, no exceptions. feedback is and always will be appreciated!! .c

Bucky was furious. He slammed the front door to your shared apartment, not giving a shit that it was late at night and the neighbors were sleeping, and locked it. He faced the door as you anxiously stood behind him a few feet away, anticipating what was to come. 

His shoulders were tense and you could practically see his rage in his stature alone, he didn’t have to confess he was angry beyond he’s ever been. It wasn’t entirely your fault, but most of the blame was on you. You disobeyed one of his rules. And daddy doesn’t like it when his kitten disobeys his rules.

You knew that but he’s the one who ignored you all night when you just wanted his attention. He’s been on a total of twenty missions, short and long, in one month. The days grew dreary and the nights left you lonely, aching for him. All you wanted was to leave Tony’s party early and get back home so you could have him to yourself. 

The longer he made you wait, the more antsy and impatient you became. Your attitude shown through and you made one too many snarky comments during one of his conversations. It didn’t embarrass him, it wasn’t too big of a deal and the people he spoke to didn’t pay any attention, but Bucky knew…this was just the beginning of one of your bratty episodes, and he was sure to put a stop to it.

“I want you naked and waiting for me on the bed. Understood?” He ordered, his voice low and eerily calm, still facing the door. You swallowed nervously but couldn’t ignore the shiver that ran down your spine. You figured you didn’t speak soon enough because within mere seconds, Bucky turned around and stalked towards you, his metal hand squeezing your neck.

You gasped and tried to hide the smile your lips nearly displayed. “Understood?” He spoke firmly, his eyes staring into yours, the twinkle in them just begging you to disobey him one more time tonight. You nodded and gulped. “Understood, Daddy.” You whimpered, sighing when he released your neck.

Bucky stayed behind as you left to go to your bedroom, stripping along your way, dropping your clothes in a trail to let him know you’re following his instructions. You climbed on top of the bed and sat on your knees with your hands joined together on your lap. 

The anticipation was excruciating. Bucky knew that making you wait only furthered your arousal, hence making you beg for him - which he loves. He never had power or control over things, not even himself, and when you two met when you were recruited, things fell into place. From friends to lovers, to dom and sub. He had power and control over you and you drank it in with an angelic smile and devilish eyes.

He’s always gentle, except when you disobey. You trust him and he trusts you. You enjoy it when he’s rough just as much as when you two have slow and gentle sex. It’s always passionate, never faltering in it’s fire and desire for one another. 

The sound of heavy boots echoing in the hallway made you look up towards the door. Bucky appeared in the doorway and stopped there, his broad, tall body completely covering the open space. “Good, you followed orders, finally.” His tone was mocking and a bit smart ass-y. 

You stayed put, twitching in your spot as he started walking closer. As he walked, your eyes trailed along his body and you felt your pussy clench just from thinking of what he was going to do to you.

Bucky stood in front of you, his eyes on yours. The height difference resulted in his crotch being a little closer to your face. His flesh hand reached out to hold onto your cheek, his thumb caressing the skin. Before you had the chance to nuzzle into his tough and enjoy it, he slid his hand to the back of your head, gripping tightly onto your hair.

He roughly pulled your face forward so you were eye level with the large bulge in his pants. You licked your lips subconsciously and Bucky chuckled deeply above you. “Aw, kitten…” He cooed, jerking your head back, making you look up at him. You whimpered at the sting on your scalp. His grip was harsh.

“Good girls get rewarded, kitten. You disobeyed Daddy, so you get punished. That seems fair, huh?” He asked with raised eyebrows, his bright smile making your stomach flip with nervousness. You nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” You said, your thighs squeezing together. Bucky’s eyes dropped to your lap for only a second before meeting yours again. 

His hand left your hair but you stayed still. He reached for his belt and unbuckled it, he metal clinking together like music to your ears. You watched patiently, the idea that he was going to fuck your mouth made you wet. But he had different plans. “Turn around. On your knees.” He ordered, holding the belt in his hand.

You followed his orders and shakily moved onto your knees, your fingers digging into the comforter as your feet dangled off the side of the bed. Bucky hummed and suddenly you felt the stinging pain of the belt whipping your ass. “Stay quiet.” He said as he heard you gasp, a loud whine begging to escape. 

You exhaled, your chest fluttering as you fought the urge to make a noise. “Count.” He said, pulling the belt back once more. You counted as he went, your ass burning more and more with each slash of the belt. 

“T-ten!” You choked out, your arms were wobbling as you struggled to keep yourself up. Your ass was throbbing and you knew it’d be bruised tomorrow. He was whipping you harder than he has before, but you deserved it. 

Tears prickled in your eyes and Bucky continued to whip you ten more times. Your ass burned, it hurt, and you were sure you’d pass out from feeling so lightheaded if he kept going. Bucky threw the belt to the side and began undressing, you could hear his clothes shuffling behind you.

When he was done, he sat beside you and pulled you over his lap, rubbing his hand over your swollen and aching ass cheeks. “Good girl,” he cooed, but he wasn’t finished with you, you knew that. Bucky grabbed a fist full of your hair again and you felt his flesh fingers rubbing your soaking core between your legs. 

“Fuck, my little Princess is so ready for me. Isn’t she? Too bad she’s been a naughty girl.” Bucky’s voice was rough and low, taunting and dripping with domination. He wanted you to beg for him, he wanted to hear you whine and plead for him to destroy you. You whimpered as your pussy finally felt a little bit of relief. 

You wiggled your hips back and forth, pushing back against Bucky’s hand. “Ah ah, behave.” He jerked your head back and you moaned. “Remember, you’re not allowed to cum. If you do, you’ll regret it.” He growled, his mouth right at your ear. “Yes, Daddy.” You sighed, feeling his fingers rub against your entrance, gathering your wetness.

Bucky’s pinky and ring finger slid into your pussy and you gasped, your pussy clenching around them. “Mm, kitten, you’re so tight.” He mumbled, his eyes drinking in your body lying over his lap. He rubbed his middle finger and index finger over your puckered asshole, slowly entering them inside.

Before you could stretch enough to take his fingers, Bucky started pounding his fingers in and out of your holes at a fast pace, your ass jiggling and his bicep flexing from the force. “Oh, Daddy!” You squealed at the pleasure, thrashing in his lap. 

You wanted to cum so badly, your mind was becoming hazy as his fingers brought you to the edge, only his order made you stay right there, never releasing. “Daddy wants you to beg, kitten.” Bucky said, his hand leaving your hair. Your head fell forward, your breathing labored and your voice lost. 

Bucky slapped your ass and pulled his fingers out of your holes, only to shove them even harder back inside. Your body jolted against his thighs and you whimpered, your mind buzzing with the want to release. “Daddy, let me c-cum, please!” You begged, your eyes squeezing shut. 

A growl fell from his lips and he jerked you up, manhandling you. Your eyes were hooded as you looked at Bucky. H smirked at you, raising an eyebrow, as if he were testing you. He slid three fingers into your pussy this time, the stretch making you gasp. He fingered you hard and fast, while wrapping his metal hand around your neck.

Bucky brought your face close to his, your air cut off just a tad. “Oh Daddy, please, please! I want to cum!” You cried, feeling like you were going to break very soon. Bucky slowed his fingers but kept them deep inside of you, hitting that one delicious spot that made you melt in his hands. 

Your eyes rolled back and his hand squeezed your throat harder. “No.” He said, making your eyes flash open. He nearly came right then and there, you looked so worn out and he hasn’t even fucked you properly yet.

“But Daddy!” You sobbed, your eyebrows creasing together. Bucky licked a stripe up your cheek, gathering your tears on his tongue. “I said.. no.” He wasn’t letting up and you knew he could make this last all night.

After bringing you to the edge a few times, Bucky grabbed your hips and lined himself up with your pussy, sitting there. You waited for him to enter you but he watched you, waiting to see if you’d disobey by sitting on his thick cock. You knew better, so you waited. 

Your eyes met his and you grabbed his biceps, squeezing. “Daddy, I want you to fuck me, please. I need you, I need your big cock inside of me. Please, please. Daddyyyy.” You begged like a little girl, your mind started to cloud over. You weren’t sure what was happening but it’s something you’re never felt before.

Bucky moaned and he couldn’t wait any longer. He roughly sat you down on his cock, again not giving you time to adjust. He stood up with you in his arms and grabbed your hips, pulling you off his cock, only to slam you back down repeatedly. 

“You,” thrust “are not” thrust “allowed to” thrust “cum” thrust.

You screamed and your head fell backwards, your mouth hanging open. Your body was shaking from the pain mixed with pleasure. “Fuuuck!” He groaned as he hit deep and hard, your walls squeezing around him in the best way.

Bucky continued to fuck you against him while he stood there. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he slammed you down on his cock over and over, picking up speed every now and then.

“Oh, fuck yes, Daddy! Daddy, yes!” You squealed, your legs shaking around Bucky’s waist. He rest his forehead against yours and he flopped down onto his back on the bed, bending his knees and planted his feet on the mattress. You lied on his chest and he grabbed your ass for leverage, and started thrusting as fast and as hard as he could into your pussy.

You became overwhelmed with the pleasure and held your breath, your pussy throbbing and clenching, squeezing Bucky’s cock so hard he was growling in your ear at how good you felt around him. “You’re such a bad girl. I should just get myself off and punish you for a few days.” He rasped in your ear.

Your mind was elsewhere now, your vision blurry and your mouth pouring words you couldn’t understand, you just knew you wanted to cum now and Bucky wouldn’t let you because you were a bad girl earlier.

Bucky gasped as he felt himself get closer to the edge and slowed his pace, his arms wrapping around your lower back as he thrust inside of you. “Please, please, please…” You begged and cried, shaking in his arms. “I want…I want to cum, Daddy, please, let me cum…” Bucky shuddered beneath you and he growled in pleasure, flipping you over onto your back and pinning you beneath him. 

“You were such a bad little girl, kitten. I don’t think you deserve to cum.” He said with a wicked smile. He stopped and rest his cock inside of you, your pussy full and throbbing. Tears fell from your eyes again and Bucky noticed you didn’t look all there, but he figured you were so ready to cum, you were going to do it anyways.

So he started fucking you again roughly, this time reaching so deep, your back arched off the bed and you screamed, a cry breaking through your mouth and piercing his ears. “Cum, kitten! Fucking cum!” He strained, feeling himself come close to the edge. You did as you were told and came so hard, your mind went blank. 

Bucky continued to fuck you both through your orgasms and you whimpered, begging him to keep going, to let you cum again, to let him forgive you. “I’m a good girl, Daddy. I-I promise, just let me cum. Let me cum. I’m sorry.” Your eyes were searching for his and Bucky was breathing heavily as he looked into your eyes. 

He stopped moving and watched you closely. “Please, Daddy. Please… I’m not gonna disobey again, I..” You were out of breath and pulled Bucky closer, your lips trembling as you cried softly. You looked…younger, innocent, like you were in trouble. You were, but this was different.

Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head, struggling with the overwhelming sense of pleasure. Bucky swallowed and wiped your tear stained cheeks. “Hey…hey..” Bucky said softly, his whole demeanor changing. “Kitten, it’s okay. You finished for Daddy, you’re okay.” His rubbed your cheek and you didn’t nuzzle into it like you usually do. 

“Daddy…Daddy..I’m a good girl. I won’t disobey you again. I’m a good girl, right?” You questioned, your mind still cloudy and your mouth repeating itself. Bucky kissed your forehead and realized he fucked you into subspace. It’s never happened before and he wasn’t sure what to do. 

“Baby, I’m Bucky now. You’re my precious, sweet little Y/N. I’m not mad at you.” He kissed your neck, your collarbones, moving up to your cheeks. You hummed and closed your eyes. “Daddy, I’m a good girl.” Bucky nodded and rubbed your sides. “You are a good girl. I need you to come back to me, alright?” He ordered gently, his heart beating wildly in his chest. 

He knew he was being rough but he didn’t know he was being that rough. He knew you felt good and he had your consent, he was just worried you wouldn’t come back down from this ecstasy high in subspace. 

Bucky ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your lips, feeling you react lazily. You pouted and whined, your chest heaving. “But I’m right here, Daddy.” You looked at him curiously. He smiled uneasily. “Y/N, come back to me. please. Come on…” He urged, his hands gentle on your skin. 

He pulled his softened cock out of you and you whined, missing the feeling of being full. Bucky sat you up and kissed your forehead. He grabbed the water bottle you left on the bedside table earlier that day and pulled your chin, opening your mouth. “Drink this, baby..” You nodded and did as he said, not realizing how thirsty you really were.

“Better?” He asked, smiling at you. “Daddy, I’m sorry.” You pouted, still in subspace, which frightened Bucky. “Doll, I’m Bucky now. Come on, you need to lie down, okay?” You nodded your head and pushed your bottom lip out. “Cuddle me, Daddy. Cuddle.” You made grabby hands at Bucky and he sat up against the headboard, pulling the blankets around you both after you sat in his lap.

Bucky rubbed your back as you rest your head on his shoulder, your face in the crook of his neck. “You’re such a good girl, you know that? I love you so much.” He whispered, playing with your hair. You hummed in appreciation, too drained to reply. 

You felt yourself slowly coming down and sighed contently, opening your eyes. Bucky’s soft touches and soothing voice made you aware of what was going on now. “I love you too, Bucky.” You whispered, lifting up to kiss his cheek. Bucky looked at you in surprise and held your cheeks in his hands, looking into your eyes. 

“Y/N.. You such a good job.” He praised you, pulling you in for a kiss. You smiled against his lips, moving closer to him. “That was good, really good.” You sighed, biting his bottom lip. Bucky chuckled and hugged you close. “Sorry if I was too rough. Thought I lost you for good for a moment.” He looked down at you with a worried smile. 

You realized what must’ve happened. “I’ve never felt like that before.” You said, trailing your hand along his chest. Bucky wanted to explore it a bit more, he was afraid to admit it excited him, fucking you into subspace. But he knew tonight, you both had enough. 

“Let’s get some rest, Doll.” You both got into a spooning position, holding each other close, falling into a peaceful sleep.

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CHRIS EVANS in Defending Jacob (2020)