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Time & Temptation - Roommates w/ Benefits Pt. 1

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary: While the compound is undergoing a security system update, the team is moved into an apartment complex. You were initially set to room with Wanda, but Bucky makes you an offer that you don't even consider refusing.

Warnings: profanity, wet dream with unprotected sex and teasing, alcohol consumption, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires any other warnings.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: Okay, I'm super nervous about throwing something out here after Needs & Wants BUT we're doing this. It was now or never lmao. Don't forget, if you want to be notified when new parts are posted, you can add yourself to the tag list using this Google doc. It's a bit easier to add yourself vs. commenting to be tagged, because I don't always see comments before posting other parts. As usual, I have to give extra thanks to @littlemiss-yeehaw for being such an encouraging friend and for continually saving my ass by telling me what warnings my fics need.

You had been drinking. That’s the excuse you’re going with. You’d both been drinking. But is that really a valid excuse when one of you is a super soldier who’s completely unaffected by alcohol? You decide to blame Bucky Barnes. He should’ve been thinking straight. If he had been, you wouldn’t have ended up as roommates.

As you rub the sleep from your eyes, you fight to quiet the thoughts rushing through your mind at warp-speed. You didn’t drink enough to be hungover but you’re definitely feeling the effects from the number of beers you had just a few hours ago. Your overthinking only intensifies the headache that’s currently pounding behind your eyes. Ibuprofen. You need ibuprofen. You can see that the sun hasn't come up yet, which means it’s still either very late or very early in the morning, so you try to be as quiet as possible. You don’t want to wake your new roommate. Of course, you wouldn’t have known since you've barely ever interacted with the man, but he doesn’t sleep much. When you stumble out into the hall, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of black panties, you fail to notice the way Bucky’s door hangs ajar, signifying he's not in bed. You run your hand along the wall of the hallway, feeling your way to the kitchen so you won’t have to make your headache any worse by turning on a light.

“Jesus, Bucky. What are you doing up?” You ask in a whisper, after being startled by the figure of the six-foot super soldier lurking in the kitchen. He’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of gray sweats and his dog tags, as he leans back against the edge of the countertop in near-darkness. As your eyes adjust, you let them linger over his defined chest and abs a little longer than you should have, and he notices your momentary ogling.

“Why are you whispering?” He questions, stealing a look of his own. And why the fuck are you walking around without any pants on? His eyes trail down your body, taking in the vintage t-shirt that barely skims the tops of your thighs and your toned legs that are on full display. You’re rubbing your temples with the pads of the middle finger and thumb of your right hand, so you don’t notice his gaze. Fuck. If you’re going to share an apartment, he may have to set a ground rule about pants. Though, he didn’t initially take you for the type to prance around half-dressed, otherwise he might’ve proposed the rule before you ever went to bed.

“What kind of beer did you give me last night?” The question rolls off of your tongue a little more accusatory than you intended as you take a few steps further into the kitchen and wave Bucky away from his place in front of the sink. He moves around the island and takes a seat on one of the barstools there, watching as you rise up on your tippy toes to pull open the medicine cabinet that sits high over the sink. Your t-shirt pulls up with the movement of your outstretched arm, dangerously close to revealing your ass to him. He clenches his jaw and looks down at the mug that’s gripped tightly between his two hands. He's dangerously close to breaking it into a hundred tiny pieces. Jesus. He’s definitely going to make wearing pants a ground rule, but he’ll wait until you’ve fully awoken to bring that up.

“It was just beer.” He mutters, taking a sip of his hot tea. He’s not usually one to drink tea, but he’s had a particularly sleepless night and sometimes it helps. It might’ve helped, if you hadn’t waltzed in here half-dressed and woken up his entire lower half.

“Beer from hell.” You grumble, retrieving the bottle of ibuprofen from the cabinet and shaking two of the little pills out into the palm of your hand. You put the bottle back in its place before fixing yourself a glass of water and downing the medicine. Bucky’s eyes follow your every move, but you aren't paying attention to him. “Did I really move in here?” You have to ask. You know it’s true, you know that you and Vision switched rooms last night. But still, you need to hear it from someone else.

“Yeah.” Bucky answers dryly. You don’t remember him being so short with you when he proposed the idea a few hours ago. You let out a deep sigh before taking another sip of water.

“There’s probably no chance Vision will switch back with me, is there?” You also know the answer to that one, but still, you ask.

“Throwing in the towel already?” Bucky taunts, raising an eyebrow at you. Is he really challenging you over this? He was the one that suggested you and Vision switch rooms, you merely agreed to it because there was no way you could survive practically being a part of a throuple in yours and Wanda’s apartment for the next three months.

“No, I’m just wondering if this was a good idea.” You retort, narrowing your eyes at him. Why the fuck isn’t he wearing a shirt? If you had known that he walks around like that, you definitely wouldn’t have moved in. He’s always been frustratingly attractive, even with his signature frown and reclusive nature. You really weren’t thinking straight when you rolled your suitcase in here, set your duffel bag and moving boxes down in the second bedroom, and decided to call this your new home.

“It was either this or you were going to have to knock on your door and ask Wanda and Vision to wrap it up so you could get some sleep. The choice was yours.”

“I was…influenced.” You claim, setting your glass on the countertop and crossing your arms over your chest. Your t-shirt once again rides up a bit and this time you catch Bucky’s eyes flitting down to your thighs. It’s fleeting, but you notice it. You know you weren’t really influenced. Bucky’s right. He simply offered a solution to your problem, and you took him up on it.

----------------------------- 7 Hours Earlier -----------------------------

It took Bucky less than ten minutes to unpack. He really only needs his clothes, a few weapons, and a decent book when he moves from one place to another. Vision, however, didn’t unpack a single thing. He quickly settled his suitcase and boxes into his bedroom before hurrying back out to the parking garage to help Wanda with her things. Bucky imagines he probably would’ve fared well with the ladies in the 40s, though the synthetic body and infinity stone might’ve scared a few off.

Once Bucky’s alone in the new apartment, he takes his time walking around and checking it out. It’s more spacious than he expected. When Tony said he was moving everyone into an apartment complex for at least the next three months while the tower undergoes a hefty security system update, Bucky definitely didn’t picture being moved into a luxury complex. The floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the living room offer a stunning view of the city a couple of miles to the south, and the open floorplan makes the space seem that much bigger. Though, the kitchen being so open to the living room makes it so that the only privacy Bucky will ever have here will be behind his bedroom door. Not that he plans to hang out outside of his room very much. He didn’t do that very often back in the compound either.

Bucky’s gaze is broken away from the view when he hears the elevator ding in the hallway, followed by Wanda and Vision whispering back and forth.

“She’ll probably be out for at least an hour since she’s meeting Fury, but we might have even longer than that.” Wanda’s hushed tone is one that Bucky has heard plenty of times before. He’s heard it most often when it's late at night, and she and Vision are sneaking around together. They always think they’re being so stealthy, but honestly, the rest of the team has heard them getting it on on more than a handful of occasions. Tony should have just let them share a place, but Bucky understands why he didn’t. You would’ve been stuck with one of the guys. Tony thought he was doing you a favor by sticking you with Wanda, especially since the two of you are such good friends, but he failed to realize just how attached Wanda and Vision are lately. Bucky feels for you in this moment, he truly does. Though he’s never really been on your end of something like this, he was in Vision’s shoes often back in his early army days. He always had a pretty girl on his arm and he knows he made his fair share of people uncomfortable with his public displays of affection. He can’t imagine how much a roommate would’ve hated him if he’d had one back then.

He listens as Wanda and Vision pass by his apartment and continue on down the hall. The apartment immediately next to his is going to be empty for at least a few days, since it belongs to Clint and Sam, and neither of them were in town today to be able to move in. Yours and Wanda’s apartment is the next one over. However, even all of that space between your apartment and his is no match for Bucky’s heightened sense of hearing. It’s always been more of a curse than a blessing to him, and that proves true again now, as his ears are assaulted by the sound of Vision and Wanda tearing each other’s clothes off.

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Your meeting with Fury was a lot shorter than usual, but he did send you back to your new apartment with an abundance of Chinese food from the hole-in-the-wall place that he chose to meet at. As you make the trek from the parking garage to the building, carrying an over-filled plastic baggy of food, you wonder if Wanda’s already started unpacking her things. Maybe she’s been working on setting up the apartment since you left and she’ll be ready for a food break. You glance down at your phone and see that it’s nearing 8 pm. You’re envisioning an evening of good food and friendly company in your new apartment, but of course, that’s not what you’ll find once you make your way upstairs.

As soon as the elevator lets you out onto your floor, you feel like you’re in college again, making your way down the hall of a dorm building. You probably shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up about the nice little roommate dinner. You’re not even three feet away from the door when you hear the distinctive sound of a headboard slapping against the wall and it freezes you in your tracks. Shit, you can’t even go into your own apartment. You stand there like a deer in headlights for about five seconds, horrified by what you’re listening in on, before you start backtracking to the elevator. You can enjoy the food from the comfort of your own car, even if it’s fucking freezing outside. As you start walking back down the hall, you catch yourself stopping outside of Bucky’s door. Surely, he’s home. You don’t know him as well as you know the rest of the team, but you do know that he spent a lot of time in his suite back in the compound. It’s unlikely that he’s out tonight. For a brief moment, you imagine yourself knocking on his door while he sits inside and completely ignores you. Is he the type to do that? To pretend he isn’t home? Hell, forget it. You’ll just go with your original plan of eating in the car.

Bucky heard the elevator ding when you arrived a couple of minutes ago. He probably should’ve stuck his head out into the hall and warned you, or even reached out to Sam and asked for your number so he could’ve texted you some kind of warning. He had every opportunity to spare you, but instead he sat in his apartment with some random documentary playing on the TV and a cold beer in his hand. He expected you to leave as quickly as you’d arrived, so he was surprised when he heard your footsteps stop short outside his door. If you’d had a sense of hearing anything like his, you would’ve heard him rise from the couch and make his way over to look at you through the peephole in the door. He stares at you now, seeing your nose and cheeks flushed pink from the cold weather, a bag of what looks to be takeout clutched in your left hand while your phone and keys are in your right, and an imperceptible expression written across your features. Why does he feel the sudden urge to invite you in?

Bucky doesn’t give the situation a second thought. His hand is tugging the door open before he even realizes what he’s doing.

“I…” You’re about to explain what you’re doing standing outside of Bucky’s door, but you don’t really feel like saying your roommate is fucking my roommate and I have nowhere else to go, so you simply hold the bag of takeout up and offer him a weak smile. “I’ll share.” You feel exposed as his eyes narrow and travel down your frame. He’s analyzing you, or maybe he’s judging you, you really can’t tell. Normally you’re someone who stands tall and holds their own, but in front of this man, you always seem to feel small. You’re about to cut your losses and ditch when Bucky pulls the door open a little more and tilts his head, inviting you in. No fucking way.

That’s how you ended up a few beers deep on his couch, feeling more comfortable around him than you’ve ever felt in your 6 months of living across the hall from each other. In fact, you felt so comfortable, that you were actively giving him shit about not finding a way to warn you about what you nearly walked in on in your apartment earlier.

“You knew they were going at it and you were just going to let me walk in there.” You accuse him, clutching your third beer bottle to your chest as you feign a look of offense. Bucky sits on the opposite end of the couch, his gaze feeling heavy on your face. He has this way of looking at people like he can see straight through them, and if you were a little less buzzed, you’d probably feel naked under his stare.

“How was I supposed to warn you? Leave a sign out in the hall?” He asks, taking a long sip of his sixth beer of the night. He’s far ahead of you, yet still, you’re the only one that’s feeling any effects from the alcohol. You wonder why he even drinks if it has no effect on him. Maybe he just likes the taste.

“You could’ve texted me, called me, sent a damn carrier pigeon, I don’t know.” As soon as the words leave your mouth, you realize that he most likely doesn’t even have your number. Not once has he ever had a reason to call or text you before, so why would he have your contact? “Give me your phone.” You say suddenly, sitting up straighter and setting your near-empty bottle on the coffee table. You hold out your hand and wait patiently as he eyes you closely. He contemplates brushing you off, but he’s finding this new side of you surprisingly amusing, so he decides to let the moment continue. He grabs his phone off of the arm of the couch and unlocks it before placing it in your open palm. You quickly create a contact for yourself, putting in only your first name and phone number. “Text me next time and tell me to stay out longer.”

“They were going at it for nearly three hours, where would you have hid out?” Bucky wants to know. With the compound off limits, he can’t imagine anywhere else you’d go to waste that much time. Though, he doesn’t know you very well. Maybe you have friends in the city, or hell, even a boyfriend you could crash with.

“The parking garage, Sam’s house, anywhere but here.” It seems like it’s safe to assume there’s no boyfriend if one of your first choices was Sam’s house, which is forty-five minutes away. Not that he cares. “I guess I should work on finding a good hideout for next time.” You click Bucky’s phone off and lean over the center cushion of the couch, gently setting it on his leg. Once you lean back to your side of the couch, tucking your legs in beside you and grasping your beer in your hand again, you notice Bucky staring. The look on his face is indecipherable, but you can tell that he’s deep in thought. You stare right back at him, tracing the rim of your bottle with your fingertip as you wait for him to say something. What he decides to say though, catches you completely off guard.

“Maybe you and Vision should switch rooms.”

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That’s how you ended up here. Standing in your now shared kitchen while a very shirtless Bucky Barnes continues to wonder why the hell you’re not wearing any pants. You watch him carefully as his sips something from a white mug. It looks so tiny in his hands, so fragile. You’re amazed that he can handle such delicate item without shattering it. Your eyes begin tracing the veins that decorate the back of his flesh hand, traveling up his forearm until you reach his bicep. God, he really never misses a workout, does he? Wait, why the hell are you looking? You shake your head to clear your mind of whatever thoughts were about to enter and then grab your glass of water from the counter again.

“Goodnight, roommate.” You say somewhat sarcastically, passing behind Bucky on your way back to your room. He catches a whiff of your scent as you pass him. It’s something sweet, maybe vanilla? Whatever it is, he likes it. He rarely ever stood close enough to you before to find out that you smell so damn good. Where is his mind tonight? He’s starting to wonder if something really was off with those beers that you both had earlier.

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“Bucky…” His name leaves your lips as a needy moan while you arch your back and focus on his touch. His hands are alternately cold and hot, each sliding up along the outer sides of your thighs at a tantalizingly slow pace. You want to lean back against him, you want to reach between the two of you and line his cock up with your entrance yourself, you want to beg him to fuck you already. “Please.”

“Shh, be patient, Y/n.” He coos, pressing his lips to your left shoulder. You feel his hard length slip between your legs and brush against your wet folds, teasing you relentlessly. You can’t help the way your hips grind into him, your cunt searching for friction wherever you can find it. He’s quick to grip your waist and still you, ghosting his lips up the side of your neck before they graze over the shell of your ear. “Try that again and you get nothing.” He warns. You’re trembling and he’s barely even done anything to you yet, while you stand right there on display for him, nearly bent over the kitchen sink. You let out a shaky exhale as his right hand leaves your waist. He wraps that hand around his cock and guides the head to glide back and forth along your pussy.

“Oh, god, please, Bucky.” You’ve been reduced to a quivering, begging mess before him.

“Tell me what you need.” He demands, continuing his teasing actions between your legs. You let out a whimper as you grip the edge of the kitchen counter.

“You, I need you.” You say breathlessly, hoping it’s what he wants to hear.

“You can be more specific than that, Y/n.”

“I need you to fuck me.” That’s what he needed to hear. He begins slotting his dick into your entrance. You feel the tip just barely stretching—

You wake up suddenly in a cold sweat, your t-shirt sticking to your heaving chest and your thighs clenched tightly together under the covers. Holy fuck. That’s new. It takes you about a minute to recover and calm your mind enough to fully realize what you just dreamt about…having sex with Bucky Barnes. The man you barely know, who you now share an apartment with. The man who is currently right across the hall from you, probably still shirtless, and in his own bed, and fuck.

While you were working on coming down from your wet dream, Bucky was lying wide awake in his bed. It was only an hour and a half ago that the two of you exchanged a few words in the kitchen. You scurried off to your room and fell asleep pretty quickly after taking your ibuprofen, but Bucky laid awake, as he usually does. He was actually just starting to drift off to sleep when he heard something coming from behind your door. Great, you talk in your sleep. Or at least that’s what he was assuming, until he strained his ears a little harder and realized he couldn’t make out any fully formed words, only sounds. And the sounds you were making…fuck. They sent all of the blood in his body rushing straight to his dick. You were moaning. You were fucking whimpering. He wanted to write it off as nothing. Hell, maybe you were having a nightmare and those are the sounds you make when you’re scared. But who was he kidding? You were obviously having a sex dream, and his fucking insomnia was keeping him awake to hear it all. Every filthy sound that slipped past your lips was like torture. Bucky found himself squeezing his eyes shut and gripping his quilt in both hands, trying to use all of his willpower to redirect bloodflow away from his lower half. It was wrong to be so turned on by this, by his roommate being unconsciously aroused. When you suddenly went silent, he knew you’d woken up. He thanked every entity he could think of for that.

He seriously fucked up when he invited you to move in. Little does he know, he will soon be paying for his lapse in judgement, even more than he is right now.

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the daughter of an archangel pt.4

The man came in once she left, and set down a bunch of books, and a strange electronic thing that folded. “hello phoenix, my name is mark. Im just going to ask you some questions to figure out where you’re at academically.” oh! I know what academics are! That is my favorite thing! My face visibly lit up at the prospect. The man began with painfully simple math equations “134+23” and “33x11” they progressively got harder, and I continuously got them gorrect. The man seemed astonished I knew all that I knew all this stuff. Trigonometry is where I got confused. He noted that on his clipboard. Then came science, which I was again, above average. Then history, I didn’t know much, because the stuff I was taught was purely propaganda. Then came literature, which I was average in. And finally, foreign languages. The man was obviously shocked when he realized I was fluent in 53 languages.

I later met with a psychiatrist, and spoke for nearly four hours. I explained my childhood, and past, and she listened intently, asking some questions, and recording the conversation. I had several preliminary diagnoses, but she wanted to meet in a few weeks to see where I was at. By the end of the day, I was tired, but I stayed awake because I knew I would be punished if I fell asleep. I sat on the edge of the bed until tony came in “hey phoenix, how’re you doiung? Pepper told me how well you did today. Im going to get you some tutors so you can get an education. Is that okay?” I nodded “great. Then, there was something else we needed to talk about.” I looked up at him “you are not a prisoner here. You can explore as you please, you can eat whatever you feel like, and do watever you need to. You don’t need to ask. For an example, if you wanted to shower, you can. If you wanted to sleep, you can. Eat? Of course. Drink? Yes ma’am.” I was looking at him quizically, confused as to why I was allowed to do these rhings. I was definitely not complaining. “but, I think it would be best for you to stay here, in the house. Of course you can go outside if you want, but stay close. Its not safe for you out there yet.” he finished. “take care kiddo.” he ruffled my hair and walked out of the room. I laid down on the bed and slept.

After a months of living with tony, I finally began to gain weight, I was finally gaining confidence, my face began to fill with color, and my academics took off. I was getting more confident, and happy. Actually happy. For the first time in my life. I still had times when I felt terrible for leaving bucky; How could I not? He saved me. I was having frequent flashbacks. After meeting with the psychiatrist again, I was diagnosed with PTSD. I refused the medications they offered, vividly remembering the various drugs hydra expiramented on me with.

Everything was going good, until one day, a black man came with an eyepatch. Tony explained he was here to help, and he called him because of me expressing my desire to help the world after all the damage I'd done. We sat at the patio table, tony giving us privacy. “so, I hear your name is pheonix stark?” he sort of questioned “yes sir, that’s me” “good. But I know that you don’t have any official family- yet. I wanted to talk about tony adopting you. He has already agreed, but has made it expressly clear that its off if you don’t want him to. This way, you can become an official citizen of the united states, and you can go to a real school. How does this sound, phoenix?” I waited a moment “good. It sounds good, but tony said that you were here to talk about me helping the world?” he chuckled “straight to the point. I like that. Yes, that’s the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. Im the head of an organisation called SHEILD. I know you are relatively familiar with us?” my eyes widened in fear when he mentioned SHEILD. “y-yes. You know me, what ive done. Why would you want me there?” I asked in a small voice “we want you because you would be an excellent addition to our organization. HYDRA controlled you, we all know you didn’t have a choice. We want to help you learn to control your powers, and how to fight. We want to train you to be excellent. And make no mistake, you are not forced to, you will not be harmed by us, and you don’t have to do any of this if you don’t want-” I cut him off in excitement “i’ll do it” I was beaming with joy not showing in my voice. “we will also send you on some missions when you’re ready. Nothing like what you did at HYDRA, you would be saving people, not hurting them.” I nodded “this may seem like a lot, phoenix, but I think this would be a good thing for you.” “i want to do it. All of it. I want to be adopted by tony, and I want to join SHEILD. This will be my opportunity to make amends for the things ive done. Thank you.” just then, tony come out of the door. I ran to hug him – an astronomical improvement from when I arrived; afraid to even talk. “thank you.” I murmured “thank you kid. Phoenix Stark has nice ring to it, huh?” I nodded, beaming with excitement.

After that day, we signed a LOT of paperwork for the adoption. I found it hilarious that we had to sign hundreds of papers, quite a change from what I was used to. and I became an official U.S. citizen! I had never felt so much like a person, rather then a machine. I struggled with terrible nightmares of the punishments I endured, and the missions I partook in. I couldn’t stop thinking about the sacrifice bucky made for me. I hated HYDRA for it, well I hated them for a lot of things, but especially that.

i saw you like the other 3 parts, so tagging you in this one :)

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the daughter of an archangel pt.3

I flew until I physically couldn’t anymore, landing somewhere near LA. I knew I was in california, but I needed to be in malibou point. I was exhausted, but I forced myself to continue. It was around an hour before I saw the building bucky was talking about; it had large windows, and was positioned on the side of a cliff. I decended quickly, crashing on a balcony. I heard a robotic male voice say “mr.stark, there is an unknown human female on the balcony; proceed with caution.” I tensed up, ready to be punished. A man walked out of the house with a gun pointed directly at me “who are you?!” he demanded “whats your name!? Answer me!” I was still laying crumpled on the deck “i- my name is ph-phe-” I passed out before I could finish.

I woke up chained to a hospital bed that was oddly comfortable, I was used to a stone floor though, so my standards werent high. A nurse saw I was awake, and walked out of the room. The man walked back in with a police officer “who are you kid?” the man questioned “my name is phoenix.” I responded “who are your parents?” the officer asked “i- I don’t ha-” the man cut me off “i am. Im her father, you cant kick her out if she has a guardian.” the officer looked at the man quizically “okay mr.stark. I think my work is done then. If you know who she is… jane doe is phoenix stark.. Got it!” the cop walked away. “why did you say that? Youre not my father, I don’t have a father.” the man sat down next to me “How old are you, kid?” he ignored my question. “what is the year?” “its 2010.” “then I am 14.” I said, surprised at how old I was. A doctor walked in, and spoke to the man “she is severely malnourished, she is very underweight, and has several untreated infections. It seems her bones have been broken and set many times, and her body is covered in scars, its honestly a shock that she is still alive.” I was vaguely listening to him. “should we get her food?” “not yet, I don’t know how her body would react. It seems she has been without food for days, if not weeks. I'll start an IV with what she needs, and we’ll go from there.” with that, the doctor left the room, leaving me with the man “im tony. Tony stark. What happened to you?” he asked “i escaped. I couldn’t take the punishments, sir.” I avoided eye contact, something I was trained to do. “you don’t have to call me sir, you can call me tony.” “okay… tony” “and you can make eye contact, kid.” I looked in his eyes, and recognised the same emotion that bucky had in his eyes the night we met, but it was different. “who did you escape from?” he asked gently “h-hydra” I winced just saying the name. Tony's eyes nearly jumped out of his skull “HYDRA?!” I shied back, hearing the anger in his voice “so theyre taking kids now!” I was confused “they didn’t take me, they created me. Im nothing but a freak grown in a test tube.” I began to tear up, recalling all the times I was told that. “hey, youre not a freak. Having wings if fricking awesome, kid.” I laughed, enjoying the light-hearted nature of the conversation. The doctor walked in with an IV bag, and inserted the needle into my skin. I didn’t even flinch, hell I barely even felt it.

I was admitted to the hospital and stayed there for around 5 days. Tony was very busy and only visited once a day, and sometimes he didn’t. I didn’t mind, I was enjoying the rest, and the food. The food was the best I'd ever tasted. At first, I was put on a liquid diet which consisted of broth, juice, and ice. I didn’t care, it was incredible. After the first 2 days, I was given the option of solid food, so I tried all the things that I'd never even dreamed of trying. I had a grilled cheese sandwich, and potato chips! It was incredible! I had never felt so lucky. I spoke to tony about the HYDRA base, but when they got there, it was empty. The only thing they found was a small note carved into the wall, it read “live your life, dove.” I felt incredibly terrible, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to find him. I had no doubt they put him back on the ice. When I was discharged from the hospital, tony took me to the house that I crash-landed on. I was greeted by a beautiful and kind red-headed woman named pepper, and a grumpy man called happy. I giggled at the irony.

I was shown to a room that was much larger than my cell. It had a big, soft thing in the middle that I learned was called a ‘bed’. I was given a change of clothes, that were just my size. So I stripped out of the hospital gown to change “woah! Hey, kid you can close the door” tony averted his eyes and closed it. It felt very strange to have privacy. I laid down on the bed and relaxed. Im pretty sure I slept for a week. I was woken up by pepper coming into my room “hey, good morning honey! I brought you some food.” I ate quietly, and she sat on the bed “how are you doing?” I was definitely not used to people caring about me. “good” I mumbled, instantly flinching, expecting to be hit. No blow came. “youre safe sweetheart. No one is going to hurt you here.” I looked up at her, greeted with sympathy-filled eyes. “i have someone I want you to talk to. Its someone with a school, we should know where youre at. Are you okay to meet with him?” I nodded, completely oblivious as to what in the world ‘school’ was.

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the daughter of an archangel pt.2

warnings: dark themes, no mentions of anything sexual, guns, idk what else lol

A/N: should i do another version of this in third/second person? (instead of I/me, you/your)

pairings: none yet

Phoenix

After the hours of torture, I had new motivation to do as I was told. It also helped that I didn’t see ‘winter’ any more after our first mission. I was left alone without food for 3 days, then they tossed two loaves of bread into my cell, knowing this meant I wouldn’t get any more contact for two days, I took one bite, and saved the rest. The sound of footsteps retreating signifies the ‘agents’ going home to their families for the weekend.

I was alone for days. The gallon of water I was given ran out. I was panicking. When they finally came back, I was so weak that I couldn’t move. They hosed me down in an attempt to wake me up. “ready to train, freak?” the doctor- the one who created me said. “yes… yes sir.” I said, struggling to stand up, when I got another blast from the hose, knocking me back down.

The guards and the doctor laughed sadistically. I stumbled to get back up, and braced myself for another burst, instead I was roughly grabbed by my arm, and dragged over to the training room. The doctor handed me an energy drink and a chunk of mystery meat. I felt better.

They guided me to the cage of the training room where bucky was waiting. His face subtly lit up. “you will be training with him permanently.” the doctor leaned into my ear “and he doesn’t remember you. So don’t try anything.” I was visibly discouraged at this statement. I didn’t doubt it, hydra seemed to be able to do anything. “soldier, you will be teaching her to fight without her powers. Pick up a blade and charge her.”

I put my arms up in a defensive position, he wasted no time kicking the back of my knee, making me fall. then pulled the knife to my neck. “faliure. You will contunue training until you collapse. Don’t go easy on her.” the doctor said that last part to bucky. We trained for hours. Bucky teachung me HYDRA’s specific fighting techniques and style. Once, he had me in a headlock, and gently wispered in my ear “i remember you голубушка (dove)” I kicked his knee in, as to avoid suspicion. “хорошо, солдат. (thats good, soldier.)”

we continued scuffling for a few hours, until another guard came in “we have a mission for you. The evil organisation called SHEILD has captured one of ours. Your job is to take him back, and kill anyone in the way. Understood?” “understood.” we spoke at the same time. He handed us a picture so we knew who we were rescuing. After the mission, I was thrown back into my cell. The days went on like this. until one day, after a particularly rough assignment, and in turn punishment; they peeled off my nails, and tore my skin off like they were peeling a potato. And worst of all, they took my twin in, and shot him in front of me.

I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest. I felt like half of me died. well, half of me did die, really. They threw me into the cell I shared with the soldier. “youre like a phoenix. You will always rise.” I was crying as he held me in the cold, dark, stone cell “youll be okay phoenix.” he had his arm around my back, rubbing my hair “thank you winter. I don’t deserve you.” I said, sniffling into his chest. “you deserve the world, phoenix.”

Four years went by like this, hydra honing me into the perfect weapon, and wiping bucky at least once a week. He always remembered me, he always remembered my name. I was being sent on less and less missions, they seemed to be preparing for something big. The punishments were becoming more and more frequent, they seemed to be testing what my body could handle. By the time I was twelve, I had scars covering my body. My hands and feet were calloused, and my body was damn near broken. They almost never fed me, and always trained me. I had almost no fat on my bones, and my muscles were deteriorating. When they pumped me full of the serum, it nearly killed me. It was even worse when they expiramented on me with some other stuff. I thought I was going to die- I wanted to die. When they ingected me with the serum, my physical body didn’t change; my muscles didn’t grow, I didn’t get taller, but I got stronger. A whole lot stronger.

For two years after that, it was almost purely punishment, with only a few missions over the years. I was barely alive by the time my last mission came. It was an assassination. I was supposed to kill a woman named maria hill, she was a long-standing enemy of HYDRA. Bucky accompanied me on the mission, as usual.

I failed, a very rare event, and I was punished after. They broke almost every single one of the bones in my body, forcing bucky to watch. Then, they switched to torturing bucky, going slightly easier on him, because he couldn't magically heal himself like I could. Slightly. Once back in our cell, we held each other, in pain that neither of us could properly explain. “you need to go. You need to escape. Tonight.” he said “what do you mean, winter? I asked, knowing exactly what he meant. he planted a small kiss on my lips before closing his eyes. the alarm began to blare, and guards ran into our cell and bucky jumped them. Kicking, scratching, punching, and snapping their necks. He knelt down to me, the sound of footsteps approaching “ Go. Go to malibou point california, theres a man there who can help you. Theres a mansion there, youll know it when you see it. Go there, and ask the man for help.” he spoke “but I wont leave you!”

tears began welling up in my eyes “you have to. I'll be fine.” “ill come back for you.” “i know.” he ran towards the footsteps and drew them away from me, giving me the perfect window to escape. I sprinted down the hall, and threw myself out the window, beginning to free-fall down 3 stories. I unfurled my wings just in time, catching myself just as I was going to hit the ground. The sound of bullets whizzing past me fueled my motivation to go faster.

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Needs & Wants - Sex Pollen Trope Pt. 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When you're both exposed to an unknown chemical in the field, things go from bad to worse.

Warnings: prelude to obvious smut, talk of masturbation, talk of unprotected sex, profanity

Word Count: 2.8k

Author's Note: Just messing around on here and seeing where I end up. I want to write an absolutely filthy part 2 but if this doesn't get anywhere I may scrap it lmao.

Every. Damn. Time. Something goes sideways every damn time. You want to blame Fury for making the two of you partners to begin with. What the hell did he see between the two of you that made him think missions would ever end in anything other than the two of you butting heads? You sigh deeply and rub your temples with the pads of your left thumb and middle finger, squeezing your eyes shut as you will yourself not to kick Bucky clear across the lab. You know what Fury saw between the two of you, and as much as you hate to admit it, when you’re in absolute life-or-death situations, you and Bucky work together better than any other partner you’ve ever had in the field. Even Nat.

Dropping your hand from your face and opening your eyes, your gaze lands on Bucky. He stands at one of the lab benchtops in the center of the room, his eyes narrowing as he examines an array of monitor screens before him. You can make out an organized table of data along with a few charts on the monitor to his left, but that’s not what draws your attention. The second monitor, the one right in front of him, displays a few words that have you on edge.

Confirmed nitric oxide stimulant capabilities. New formula contains increased quantity of aqueous extract of dried tuberous roots of C. borivilianum.

Shit. This can’t be what you think it is, but with your medical background and your old medical microbiology classes from before joining SHIELD and the Avengers, you know that there’s a very slim chance that you’re misinterpreting what you’re reading. You step forward now, gently pushing Bucky’s arm to move him away from the monitors so you can get a better look at the data. He begins snapping pictures and immediately sending them back to the team. You can feel his eyes on you as you study the graphs and tables. He’s not used to you being this quiet, he knows something’s up.

“What are we looking at?” He finally speaks up, his gaze drawn to the colorful graph displayed on one of the monitors.

“I don’t know.” You lie straight through your teeth, reaching for the keyboard that controls the monitors. You press the right-facing arrow key and the page that said something about nitric oxide disappears, quickly replaced being replaced by a row of video clips, each one titled with a trial number and date. It looks like HYDRA was running trials in this experiment for months.

“Bullshit. Why won’t you tell me what it is?” Bucky asks. His tone is sharp, impatient. He isn’t used to being the one who doesn’t know what’s going on, and it’s bothering him. He gnaws on the inside of his cheek and waits in silence for you to say something, to say anything. You hover the cursor over the first video clip, dated three months ago from today, Trial #1. Everything in you is screaming not to watch it, not to click on it and confirm your suspicions, but you’re here for a reason. You have an easy job here today: break into the HYDRA facility, collect samples and any data that goes along with what they’ve been working on for the past few months, and then destroy the facility on your way out. Sam and Torres planned it out so perfectly, making sure it would be vacant for the next 13 hours so you and Bucky could slip in and get the job done under the radar. They planned it for two months, doing recon and coming up with contingency plan after contingency plan. You need to confirm your suspicions and get as much evidence as possible before blowing the place to bits.

You glance over your shoulder at Bucky, and his blue eyes meet yours with a hint of concern. He hates when you’re quiet like this, he hates those rare moments in the field when he can’t read your mind. What the hell are you thinking? What aren’t you telling him? He knows you well enough to know that you’re nervous about whatever you’re seeing here.

You click the video link and a slightly grainy image of a padded square room fills the screen. The floor and walls are gray and there isn’t any furniture in the room, only what looks to be a set of shackles on the back wall. A shiver runs down your spine and you pull your phone out, typing up a message to Bruce Banner while you wait for something to happen on screen.

You: A chemical compound that stimulates NO and uses aqueous extract of C. borivilianum…is it going to be what I think it is?

As your message sends, Bucky reaches around you, his chest brushing against your back, and he uses the mouse to fast forward the video until people are appearing on screen. You watch as presumably a HYDRA agent shoves a woman into the room, obviously an unwilling participant in the experiment. She doesn’t fight much as she’s placed in the shackles on the wall, but it’s obvious that she’s weak and likely drugged. The HYDRA agent briefly steps out of view of the camera, before returning with a second captive, a man this time. He’s large, muscular, and has a dark look in his eye. You feel Bucky stiffen up behind you, realizing at the same time as you that this man is a super soldier. You phone vibrates in your hand and you steal a look at the response from Banner.

Banner: Yes.

Fuck. The next two minutes of the video are pure horror, even though nothing particularly horrific happens before you slam your hand down on the spacebar, pausing the clip abruptly. You both watched on as a cloudy vapor was pumped into the room through vents, and then watched on as the super soldier became more and more restless, sweaty, and crazed. As soon as the female captive begin whimpering and pulling against her shackles, with her eyes trained on the super soldier a few feet to her left, you couldn’t let the video play any longer.

“Tell me what it is.” Bucky says evenly from behind you. You swallow hard and reach into one of the pockets of your tactical pants, pulling out a device similar to a USB and plugging it into the computer before you. As all of the data and video clips begin to transmit through the device, back to Sam and Torres, you turn around and face your partner.

“HYDRA hasn’t been able to recreate the super soldier serum. They haven’t made any progress at all since Zemo killed Dr. Nagel.” You say slowly, carefully choosing your tone and words. You don’t want to say too much and leave Bucky as terrified as you are right now, but you also know you can’t keep this from him. Not when you need him to understand how fucking careful you’re both going to have to be from now until the end of this mission.

“I know that. What are we here for, y/n?” His tone is growing more and more impatient, his jaw ticking as he stares down at you. God, he can’t ever just shut up and listen. You put your hand on his chest, shoving him a few steps back and walking across the lab, to the glass refrigerator in the far corner. It’s full of vials of a clear liquid, each sealed at the top and marked with a label full of scientific terms.

“They got desperate, and turned to even more barbaric methods of creating super soldiers. They started experimenting with chemical compounds that induce a primal need in those exposed.” You explain carefully. You pause now, turning to look back at Bucky once more. You see realization spread across his face and he quickly comes to understand what you’re saying. It’s a fucking sex pollen.

Static crackles in your in-ear briefly before Sam’s voice reaches you both.

“Banner and Stark just finished reviewing some of the data you shared. This is not something that either of you want to be exposed to.” Sam advises, and you can hear Torres in the background typing away on a keyboard.

“Yeah, no shit.” You mutter, retrieving a pair of nitrile gloves from a box on the benchtop nearby and setting up the small lockbox that you brought for samples. You open it to reveal a padded interior, with enough room for three vials. The rest will have to be destroyed.

“Just grab the samples, rig the place to blow, and get the hell out of there. I don’t want you in there any longer than you have to be.” Sam’s orders spur Bucky into action, and he starts setting up explosives around the corners of the lab while you get ready to retrieve the samples from the fridge. If only you’d known that HYDRA was one step ahead.

It happened so fast that you didn’t even have time to try to protect yourself. The moment that you pulled open the small door to the fridge full of samples, Bucky that same cloudy vapor you saw in the video clip begins to rush in from every air vent in the lab.

“Shit.” You mumble, reaching into the fridge and grabbing three vials. You quickly place them into the lockbox and seal it, knowing that you’ll definitely need samples to test now that you’ve both been exposed.

“Sam, we’ve got a problem.” Bucky is as calm as ever, though his voice comes out slightly annoyed. Of course he’d sound annoyed in this moment. He’s been exposed to a sex pollen alongside the partner that he can only get along with when they’re staring death right in the face. He heaves a weighty sigh before stalking over to you and snatching the lockbox from the benchtop. He quickly slides his backpack off, shoving it inside, and then heading for the exit, without checking to see if you’re on his heels or not. You strip off your gloves and bound after him. The gravity of the situation hasn’t hit either of you yet, but oh, it will soon enough.

Bucky weaves his motorcycle in and out of traffic almost recklessly, with your arms clutched around his abdomen. It’s only been fifteen minutes since you were both exposed but you swear that you’re starting to feel the effects. Your cheeks are hot and flushed under your helmet, your hands are shaking as adrenaline courses through your veins, and your heart is racing. If you hadn’t been on the back of a motorcycle with Bucky so many times in the past, you would’ve chalked your symptoms up to this experience, but it’s definitely not that.

“Loosen up, are you trying to do the Heimlich on me or something?” Bucky spits out, his voice playing in your helmet. You do as he says, loosening your hold and taking a deep breath in. You don’t say anything in response, which furthers the tension between you both. It’s been fifteen minutes of stressful silence and Bucky’s losing his damn mind. He wants you to give him shit like you usually would when a mission goes sideways. He wants you to lash out, tell him to stop driving like an ass, he wants you to say anything so he knows you’re okay. He can’t fucking stand the silence.

He guides the bike down the long dirt road to the safe house you stayed in last night, and you hop off before he’s even put the kickstand down. He watches as you rush up the steps of the small cobblestone house, yanking off your helmet in one swift movement before you key the code into the door and force it open. You’re feeling the effects of the chemical pulsing through your veins, you’re feeling it and you’re trying to keep it from him.

“It’s a very complex compound. A nitric oxide stimulant, utilizing both natural and man-made components. It’s basically a super soldier version of Viagra and ecstasy all in one.” Bruce says, addressing both you and Bucky through the video call. Concern and stress are etched into his soft features as he stands in the lab of the Avengers compound, his arms crossed and glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. “You’re going to have to look out for the negative effects, which from the video clips of their experiments, are extremely strong. Take the side effects of ecstasy and multiply their intensity by a hundred.”

“So, sweating, hypertension and tachycardia, jaw pain…” Your voice trails off as you list off the side effects of ecstasy that you know from your previous pharmacology classes. Bruce nods slowly.

“Basically, you’ll feel like you’re having a heart attack, unless you’re able to relieve yourselves.” He summarizes.

“What do you mean relieve yourselves?” Bucky questions. He’s seated on the couch next to you, his brow is furrowed and a sheen of sweat is becoming apparent along the side of his neck. You try not to look at him for too long, already feeling yourself longing for touch and physical contact of any kind.

“If you’re able to achieve a postcoital state, you should have temporary relief of your symptoms. You might have to achieve that state more than once, until the chemical is out of your system.” You can almost hear the wheels turning in Bucky’s head as he works out what postcoital means. You have to reach an orgasm to feel any relief, but bless Banner for trying to put it in a more professional way.

“Have you tested the half-life of the chemical yet?” You ponder, wanting to know exactly how long you’ll both be suffering through this. You wipe a bead of sweat from your brow with the back of your hand.

“Yeah, it seems like it can last anywhere from eight to ten hours in a non-super soldier, but it was designed specifically to work in conjunction with the serum, so it lasts eight to twelve hours in a super soldier.” Bruce’s words are starting to jumble together in your head, adding to the slightly throbbing headache that’s forming behind your eyes. You squeeze them shut and rub your temples just like you did in the lab earlier, zoning out as Tony and Bruce both start discussing the pharmacokinetics behind the compound currently wrecking your body.

“What are our options here?” Bucky asks quietly, directing his question to you alone. You turn to look at him and see his cheeks flushed like yours now, his pupils dilated a minute amount, and his hands clasped together over his knees. There’s no hiding that it’s affecting you both now.

“I don’t know. The only thing I can think to do is lock ourselves in different rooms and try to ride it out.” You say, rubbing your aching thighs through your tactical pants with the palms of your hands. Your bones are starting to hurt in a deep, consuming way, and all you want to do is give yourself a few doses of propofol to knock yourself out for the next eight hours. It’s going to be hell trying to get through this without having sex, especially if pain is setting in only an hour after the initial exposure.

“Okay, so we do that. We each lock ourselves in a bedroom and fight it.” Bucky sounds sure and resolved, like he has total faith that your only plan available will work out fine. All it took to bring out his optimistic side was being doused with a sex pollen and stuck in a safe house.

“I want to monitor both of your vitals through the night.” Bruce calls out, gaining our attention again.

“No.” Bucky and you both speak firmly at the same time, quick to reject the idea. You don’t need a medical record showing how aroused you end up being tonight, you don’t need Bruce or any of the SHIELD lab staff watching your heart rate increase as you touch yourself, watching your blood pressure spike as you near your climax alone. Bucky is thinking the same thing, shit, his heart rate is probably already through the roof as it is, just from sitting next to you. He tries to focus on whatever else you, Bruce, and Tony are discussing but his jaw is clenched in pain and he’s fighting the urge to rip off his tactical suit right there. It feels like it’s fucking ninety degrees inside. The only thing he catches in the last bit of the conversation is from Tony.

“There’s a chance you won’t find any relief in an orgasm alone, y/n. Bucky will, because his body won’t know the difference between finishing himself off vs. finishing inside of a fertile woman, but this compound is meant to make your reproductive system go into overdrive. You won’t feel relief until your body thinks it has a chance of reproducing, until semen is introduced into your system.”

“Fuck.” You inhale sharply, doubling over in pain both at Tony’s unfortunate conclusion and at the cramping sensation you’ve suddenly felt deep in your stomach. Fucking hell.

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Needs & Wants - Sex Pollen Trope Pt. 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader

**If you haven't read Pt. 1 yet, READ IT FIRST.**

Summary: You fight the effects of the chemical compound for as long as you can, until Bucky makes you an offer that your body can't seem to refuse. But, you each have a rule that the other has to follow.

Warnings: this one is a huge fucking tease, I'm so sorry (I won't be sorry when I release part 3 tonight), masturbation, talk of unprotected sex, profanity, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Word Count: 4k (I just couldn't stop the build up)

Author's Note: I cannot believe the overwhelming response on part one of this, I was just in a silly goofy mood and decided to finally use my Tumblr for something other than reading y'alls AMAZING fics every night before bed. I didn't expect anyone to really even see it. My heart is racing as I get ready to post this rn lmao. PLEASEEE tell me what your fav part of this one is, I have to know. Part 3 will be out tonight, I can't make you guys wait too much.

Bucky’s resolve has been steadily crumbling for the past hour, and truthfully, he’s barely placing any blame on the chemical compound that’s interacting with the serum coursing through his veins. He’s placing the blame on you and the needy, whimpering noises that you’ve been making for the last forty-five minutes. After the video conference with Bruce and Tony ended, you were quick to lock yourself in one of the bedrooms of the safe house. You didn’t even say another word to Bucky, you just stood up from the couch with one hand clutched over your stomach, and hurried off down the hall. He wanted to say something to you, but what the hell was he supposed to say? I’m sorry that we’re in this situation? That wouldn’t help a damn thing. You’re in it and there’s nothing either one of you can do except pray that you’ll have enough self-control to make it through the night with your doors still locked.

Bucky sat on the couch for a few minutes after you left, replaying Tony’s last warning to you in his head. You won’t feel relief until your body thinks it has a chance of reproducing, until semen is introduced into your system. It made him feel like shit. He can find relief on his own, he can take care of himself tonight, but you? You’ll suffer for a minimum of eight hours, possibly nearing death, alone behind a locked door. It’s not that he thinks you can’t handle yourself. He’s perfectly aware of how capable you are at handling practically anything. He’s been your partner in the field for two months now and he’s never once had a doubt about your skills, your ability to tolerate pain, or even the split-second decisions you have to make sometimes during missions. You might give each other shit the majority of the time that you’re working together, but when it comes down to it, you trust each other with no reservations. So, why then, does he find himself so fucking worried about you?

He’s been locked in the bedroom across the hall from yours for the past hour now. He thought maybe things wouldn’t be so bad when he heard you tucking yourself away into bed, when he heard you go still and silent for a few minutes. It was smart of you, trying to sleep as much as you could before the chemical fully set in and began to wreak havoc within your body. But after only fifteen minutes, he heard the faintest sound carrying across the hall. He wasn’t sure what it was at first, thinking maybe you’d gotten up to use the bathroom and it was the creak of a floorboard or maybe a door hinge. It was wishful thinking. The second time he heard it, he was sure. You were whimpering in your sleep. For a few moments, he was able to deceive himself into thinking it was whimpers of pain, maybe from your stomach aching in your sleep. When you grew louder, the sounds of your soft, breathy moans mixing with the sound of the sheets rustling as you tossed and turned restlessly, that’s when his resolve began to break apart piece by piece. He sits on the side of his bed in total darkness. His shirt and tactical pants are strewn across the floor where he previously discarded them when the heat emanating from his body became too much to bear. His hands grip the edge of the mattress with enough force to break through the layers of fabric there, but he fears that if he lets go, the next thing his hands will grip will be either his cock or the two door knobs separating you both. Focusing on your suffering is keeping him from feeling his own pain, but the noises you’re making are making it significantly harder for him to ignore the needs that are bubbling to the surface within him. Shit. How the fuck did he end up in this situation with you?

You awake suddenly, drenched in sweat, your sweats especially making you feel like damp towels are wrapped around your legs. You waste no time throwing the covers back and ripping your sweats off, tossing them onto the floor and moving your hair to lay it across your pillow so it’s not sticking to your neck. Fuck HYDRA. Fuck Zemo for killing Dr. Nagel. Obviously, you wouldn’t have wanted him running around recreating the super soldier serum either, but if he was still alive maybe you wouldn’t be lying here in this state. You take a deep breath in, counting to three in your head as you breathe it back out. Focusing in on your symptoms, you try to make a mental list. You think that maybe if you can remind yourself of the science behind the symptoms, you won’t become an irrationally horny mess, you can just reason your way out of the most intense arousal you’ve ever felt in your life. Sweating, tachycardia, abdominal cramping, bone pain…you stupidly let your right hand slide down between your legs. Your fingertips briefly grace the exterior fabric of your black boyshort panties, feeling how wet they are adds another symptom to the mental list, not that you needed to feel it to know. Arousal.

You lean over to the bedside table and feel around blindly for your phone. The screen illuminates and you see that it’s only 10 pm. You’ve only been sleeping for an hour. The chemical compound isn’t even at its peak activity level yet and you’re already beginning to feel a type of desperation that you haven’t felt before. You need relief. Tony’s words swirl around in your mind, making you feel lightheaded and making you want to hunt him down and make him take the words back by force, like that would change the reality of the situation you’re currently in. You won’t feel relief until your body thinks it has a chance of reproducing, until semen is introduced into your system.

You could try finding relief on your own. Tony isn’t lord over all things scientific. When has he ever dealt with a compound like this before? Never. He doesn’t know shit. You’re trying so hard to convince yourself that he could be wrong. Sitting up in bed, you reach over and flip on the lamp that sits on the bedside table, casting a pale glow across the room. You will yourself to think clearly, to make a plan and implement it. You can fight this. You need something that’ll take down your body temperature, slow your heart rate, and ease some of the pain you’re feeling everywhere. A cold shower.

Bucky listens intently as you open your door and your feet patter softly down the hall. He listens as you shut and lock the bathroom door behind you and then as you turn on the shower. He mentally curses his heightened sense of hearing when he hears the tussle of your clothes hitting the floor. He’s been ignoring his hardening cock as it grows beneath the black fabric of his boxers. He’s been ignoring it because he feared if he tried to relieve himself, you’d likely hear him across the hall and he’d never let himself live it down. He can’t be the first one to break. But maybe, with you being in the shower, you wouldn’t be able to hear anything coming from his room. Why the hell are you even in the shower? He imagines the pain you’re in would make it hard for you to stand in there for very long, and it’s not like a shower is going to give you much relief at all. He can’t wonder for more than a quick moment, before the chemical begins to really cloud his mind, his clear thoughts becoming hazy behind thoughts of chasing relief. Fuck it. You won’t hear a damn thing.

Bucky sighs deeply as his lays back on the bed, still in darkness, pushing his boxers down a few inches and freeing his hard length. His flesh hand quickly wraps around it, giving it a slow stroke from base to tip, pre-cum quickly coating his fingers.

“Oh, fuck.” He groans lowly. It’s never felt like this before. It’s as if every nerve in his body has shifted, has traveled down to embed in his cock. His head falls back into his pillow, his eyes squeezing shut at the sensation of his shaft finally being handled. He works his fist up and down, picking up speed and reveling in the feeling of temporary relief. As he strokes his cock, he feels the pain throughout his body slowly dissipating, easing up but not fully disappearing. Before he can stop himself, he’s picturing exactly what you’d look like right now. Your perfectly toned body standing under a stream of water, your hands running down your smooth skin, your eyes closed as you let the shower wash away your discomfort. He feels guilty. Truly, he does. But it's as if he has no control over his thoughts when his hand is on his cock and his veins are corrupted with a potent chemical from hell. Especially not when you’re naked a mere ten feet down the hall. As Bucky nears his climax, his balls tightening and his cock twitching in his hand, a loud crash resounds throughout the house and he’s brought back to reality. He’s on his feet, his boner tucked reluctantly away in his boxers, and his bedroom door flying open in less than two seconds, fearing the worst. He thinks you must’ve passed out from the effects of the chemical, fallen in the shower, maybe split your head open. When he reaches for the bathroom door knob and finds it locked, he’s giving no second thought to breaking the door down. Hell, he decided he was going to break it down before he ever left his room. He takes one step back, ready to use his leg to kick through it, when he hears the shower water cut off and the curtain pull back.

“Y/n?” His voice is laced with concern and it takes you by surprise. You’d only been standing in the ice-cold shower for two minutes when you realized it wasn’t going to do shit for you. You aren’t usually one to lose your temper, but feeling so hopeless and helpless, your only plan failing to provide you with any relief, you ended up slamming your fist into the tiled shower wall out of pure frustration. You didn’t do it hard enough to really hurt yourself, but apparently hard enough to alarm Bucky.

“You’re supposed to be locked in your room.” You call out, your voice coming out a little timid and quieter than you intended. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you step out of the shower and examine yourself in front of the bathroom mirror. Your cheeks are still flushed, your pupils are dilated so much that you’re surprised the lights aren’t hurting your eyes yet, and your rapid pulse is nearly visible in your neck. You let your hair down from the bun you threw it up into for the shower and then pull on the same shirt and damp panties you had on moments earlier.

“I thought you fell.” Bucky says quietly, barely above a whisper. You can tell he’s standing close to the door. You’ve never heard him speak so softly. You freeze, your hands clutching the edge of the bathroom sink as your body responds to his voice, against your rational mind’s will. You feel a familiar heat gathering between your legs and you squeeze your thighs together. He needs to go back to his room. Now.

“Bucky, go back to bed.” Your voice is firm, without a single hint of hesitation. Bucky knows that he should heed the warning. He knows he should turn around right now and go back and lock his door. Instead, he stands there in the hallway with his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers and a conflicted expression on his face. You said earlier that your only option was to lock yourselves in your respective rooms and ride it out until morning. Was that really the only option though? He could easily think of a few more options, though admittedly, he might not be thinking with his brain anymore.

“You have to go back to your room before I come out.” You’re starting to sound like you’re pleading with him. As much as you want to act strong and like you have all of the self-control in the world right now, you’re worried that if you step out into the hall and see him, you won’t be able to stop yourself from reaching out for him. You want to feel his skin beneath your hands as you run your palms from his shoulders, down his chest, straight to the waistband of whatever the hell he’s wearing right now. You want to have him completely bare in front of you, with nothing stopping you from dragging him straight to your bed to find the relief that you both so desperately crave right now. A sharp pang in your lower stomach causes you to let out a soft groan, and the sudden inhale you hear from Bucky through the door doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Not until I see that you’re okay.” Bucky says, still worried that you fell in the shower or hurt yourself somehow. Not wanting to waste any more time letting the chemical stew in your reproductive system, you flip the bathroom light off so you’re thrown into darkness, before unlocking the bathroom door and pulling it open slowly. You can just barely make out his form in the dark hallway, the curve of his broad shoulders, the glint of the black and gold vibranium making up his left arm, and fuck…the ripples down his abdomen. You’ve always thought he was frustratingly attractive, but now? Just looking at him has you insatiable. You realize quickly that he’s not wearing anything except a pair of black boxers and his dog tags. He’s really not making this easy on you. Your eyes flutter closed and you sigh, telling yourself to suck it up and walk past him. Just walk past him. But now you what he looks like with nearly no clothes on, and he’s so close to you. So. Damn. Close. A foot away from you, to be exact.

“I’m fine, just go back to bed.” You whisper. You don’t trust yourself to speak any louder, worried that raising your voice might awake something much more primal within yourself.

“Look at me.” He says, matching your whisper volume. Shit. Shit, shit. Shit. No.

“Don’t—” You’re cut off by the feel of his cool vibranium fingers wrapping around your right hand, lifting it so he can see it better. You suck in a harsh breath at the contact. It shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, it’s not even what you need. You need skin. You need him against you. But something about the cool metal contrasting against the warmth of your heated hand feels electrifying.

“Did you punch the wall?” He questions, examining your reddened knuckles with narrowed eyes. Your eyes remain closed as you nod your head, and he takes the moment to scan his eyes down your body. Your t-shirt skims along the tops of your thighs and he knows if you turned around, it wouldn’t even fully cover the curve of your ass. Fuck, he wants you to turn around. He drops your hand as quickly as he first grabbed it, letting it fall back to your side as he begins running his flesh hand through his disheveled hair.

“On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it?” Bucky has to know. He knows how high your pain tolerance is, he knows how good you are at putting on a brave face in the worst situations. He has to know how much you’re really suffering right now before he makes an offer that he can’t take back.

“Four.” You fib, pressing your lips together and daring to open your eyes and look back at him. Your eyes have adjusted to the dark a little more and you can see the sweat glistening across his chest, his quick breaths drawing your attention straight to his pecs.

“Don’t lie to me.” His gaze hardens. He hates that you’d try to lie to him. Do you really not trust him enough to just be open with him? Jesus, he’s standing in front of you in his fucking boxers with a hard-on that you haven’t even noticed yet and somehow you feel the need to keep things from him, like he isn’t just as vulnerable as you are right now.

“Seven.” You admit truthfully. The pain in your stomach has intensified, and all you want to do is curl into a ball right there on the floor. You feel like you’ve been doused in gasoline and lit on fire, you feel like someone attempted to extinguish that fire with a gallon of hot sauce, and then ran you over with a semi-truck. You reach out for the door frame with your right hand, using it for balance as your legs begin to feel weaker.

“Y/n-” Bucky starts, ready to make you an offer, but you don’t let him continue. He knows it’s crossing a line. He’s fully aware that if he offers and you say no, things could just get weird between the two of you. He’s even more aware that if he offers and you say yes, it could effectively end your working relationship. But he can’t stand to see you like this. You might give each other shit more often than you’re civil with each other, but something about you being in pain has always sat wrong with him. He worries more about you in the field than he worries about himself.

“Don’t say my name, just…” You cut him off, but your voice trails off as your eyes wander down to the front of his boxers, finally noticing the way he’s straining against the fabric, his tip resting just barely under the waistband. “If you keep standing here, if you keep saying things to me, I’m not going to be able to go back to my room. I need you to walk away before I lose the power to let you.” Your warning should be clear as day now. He needs to leave you alone.

“No.” His refusal hits a nerve, angering you more than you would’ve thought possible. You feel a rush of adrenaline surge through you as you lose control of your actions. You place your hands against his chest, shoving him back, hard. He barely moves, which just further enrages you. “Y/n, we can fix this. I can fix this for you.” His offer is out in the open now. He holds his breath as you freeze in front of him, your hands falling away from his chest and your eyes squeezing shut in contemplation.

“Do you even realize what you’re offering?” Your question hangs in the air between the two of you, and the tension in the hallway makes it feel as though lightning is about to strike the tiny cobblestone house that you stand in. You wish lightning would strike. When you open your eyes this time, the look in Bucky’s eye has changed. There’s something in place of his usual hard gaze, something that nearly draws you in.

“Yes.” He’s offering to fuck you. He’s offering to give you the relief that you so badly need, the relief that can only be found when he finishes inside you. You’re hallucinating. That’s what this is. Because there is no fucking way that he’s standing in front of you right now, the six-foot tall super soldier who you can barely get along with outside of mandatory missions, offering to fuck you raw. “I know what I’m offering.” You only take a moment to weigh your options. Go back to your room, lock the door, and suffer for the next 7-10 hours or have sex with him and hope that it doesn’t ruin your entire life. Why would it ruin your life? Because he’s the only partner that you’ve trusted enough to work with since Nat passed, and there’s no way that things can just be fine and normal after you’ve seen each other naked. Things would get awkward, it’d be hard to look at each other, hard to see each other as professionals anymore. And your work, your job, is your life. Outside of this you have nothing. No family, not a single friend that isn't connected to this damn line of work, not a damn thing to turn to when this inevitably goes to shit.

“Stop overthinking it.” Bucky’s voice breaks you out of your whirlwind of thoughts. Against your better judgement, you make eye contact with him and the way he’s looking at you gives you butterflies. Butterflies? Who the fuck are you right now? “Close your eyes.” His voice is low, making the butterflies in your stomach explode and spread outward until it feels like your skin is tingling. You don’t know why you do as he says, but your eyes close and you stand there with bated breath as the floorboards creak. He’s stepping closer to you, stopping when you feel his breath fanning across your face. He trails his flesh fingertips from the back of your left hand and up your arm slowly, drawing goosebumps to the surface of your overheated skin but leaving some kind of calmness behind. You relish the way your left arm becomes the only part of your body that isn’t in pain, the only part that he’s touching.

“Okay…” Your voice is raspy as you cave to his touch. “But I have a rule.” He pulls his hand away and you wince as the pain quickly returns to the bones deep within your arm. He raises an eyebrow at you as he waits for you to continue. “You can’t kiss my lips.”

Bucky hesitates for a second, caught off guard by your insane rule. No kissing? During sex? Do you hate him that much? Fuck, he shouldn’t have offered to do this in the first place. It’s obvious that you really don’t want this, and he won’t be able to get off knowing that.

“Who’s overthinking now?” You laugh out, brushing past him and heading straight for your bedroom door. You took his hesitation as a rejection of your rule, and if he rejects your rule then you’re not doing this. If he kisses you, you’re scared you’re going to feel something. You can have sex and find absolutely zero meaning in it, that’s not that hard. It’s just a physical act. But kissing? Kissing makes it too intimate, too much of a real connection. You won’t give that away so easily. Just as you’re nearing the door, you feel Bucky’s hand wrap tightly around your wrist and pull you back, spinning you around so you’re facing him. In less than a second, he’s walking you backwards until your ass hits the wall and your hand is pinned above your head, with his body pressed firmly against yours. His nose brushes over the tip of yours and you shudder at the feeling of his skin, his body giving off so much heat that you’re regretting having put your shirt back on earlier.

“Fine, I won’t kiss you.” He rasps. His vibranium hand is gripping your hip, holding you solidly against the wall as he moves to run his lips along your jawline. He doesn’t kiss your skin, he simply lets his lips ghost over it, making you tilt your head to the side in anticipation. “I have one rule of my own.”

“What’s that?” Your voice sounds a lot more confident than you expected it to, like you’re not fighting to hold yourself together inside. He nips at your earlobe softly and you feel the tip of his tongue against it so lightly that you’re not sure if you imagined it or not.

“You’re going to wear these while I fuck you.” He guides your right hand up over the perfect ridges of his abs, across his chest, and straight to the dog tags that hang around his neck.

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Needs & Wants - Sex Pollen Trope Pt. 3

Bucky Barnes x Reader

**If you haven't read Pt. 1 and Pt. 2 yet, read those first!**

Summary: You and Bucky give into the chemical that's influencing your bodies in the most hellish way. Round one leaves him planning round two.

Warnings: smut, smut, SMUT, unprotected sex, mention of choking, minimal use of y/n, teasing, probably some other minor things that I'm forgetting because it's way too late to be writing this

Word Count: 3.3k

Author's Note: Someone stop me, because I have another few thousand words of smut to add to this but I didn't want to post a whole novel and drive everyone away. Can you blame me though? As soon as the dog tags came into play my mind went rogue. Also, every single one of y'alls comments on part 2 made my whole night. Definitely going to be checking out a lot of y'alls blogs tomorrow. Enjoy this one!

Something dark came over him as soon as your fingertips brushed over his dog tags. Something possessive and primal, something that only partially came from the chemical you were both exposed to. You saw it every bit as much as he felt it within himself, like a switch had been flipped. He couldn’t help himself honestly. If you weren’t going to let him kiss you, the only way he felt like he could pretend you were his was to see you in his dog tags. He wanted to watch you fall apart for him, with his name wrapped around your neck and falling from your parted lips. He would’ve been perfectly satisfied with feeling you fall apart for him as he kissed you, but no, you took that from him.

You fight the urge to push him away as he brings his flesh hand up to the side of your face, cupping the curve of your jaw and looking down into your eyes. Too. Fucking. Intimate. What the hell is he trying to do here? Make love? Fuck fighting the urge, you push him back just like you did in the bathroom doorway, giving yourself enough space to step away from the wall and take a couple of steps into your room. As soon as you’re two steps from him, another stomach cramp hits you like a punch to the gut, and you’re doubling over just past the threshold of the door.

“Stop fucking pushing me away and you won’t have to feel like this.” He spits out, quickly entering the room behind you and pushing your hair to the side to expose the back of your neck to him. He wastes no time in attaching his lips to your skin, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on each raised point of your spine above the collar of your t-shirt. If he can’t kiss your lips, he’ll kiss every other inch of you until you’re begging for him to give you the one thing that you asked him to withhold. Your breath hitches in your throat at the way even just his mouth on your neck makes cramping in your stomach reside, allowing you to stand straight up once again.

“Do we really need foreplay?” You ask between breaths. You hate how you’re already panting from his actions. You’re sure he can tell how needy you are, even though your words are making it sound like you can’t wait to get this whole thing over with. You’re trying so hard to convince yourself that this is a transaction, a swapping of favors between partners, and absolutely nothing more. You need this to be over with as fast as possible so you don’t have a moment to let yourself believe it’s really happening. You can’t dwell on the fact that you’re about to have sex with the one person that you trust above anyone else, the person that you put your life’s hands in every time you go out in the field. You can’t let your feelings creep into this. You need to hate him more than you’ve ever hated him right now, in this moment.

“I don’t.” Bucky answers your rhetorical question, punctuating his response by grinding his hard-on against your ass, causing your t-shirt to pull up above your ass ever so slightly. He groans when he realizes the only thing between you both is his boxers and your panties. “But I’m not an ass, and we both know that physical touch is what’s helping the pain stop right now.” You want to argue with him but you know he’s right. Every part of you that he touches seems to feel instant relief.

“You’re still an ass.” You retort. He laughs lowly in your ear as his hands find purchase on your hips.

“Keep acting like you don’t need me to fuck the shit out of you and see where that gets you.” Biting your lip proves to be fruitless as you let out the sluttiest moan you’ve ever heard leave your own lips. Who knew dirty talk could be that much of a catalyst for you? Bucky is instantly encouraged by the prettiest sound he has ever heard sneaking past your lips, and he pushes you forward to the foot of the bed. You climb onto the mattress quickly, not wanting to delay the inevitable any longer. You’re on autopilot now, moving up to the head of the bed as the mattress dips behind you. “Shirt off, now.”

You’re getting really fucking tired of your body doing things without your permission, just because he gives you a command. You pull your shirt over your head and toss it onto the floor before he’s even fully on the bed. You don’t have time to overthink, to worry about how exposed you are right now, he doesn’t give you a second to form a thought. You feel his flesh hand wrap around your ankle and pull you toward him at the end of the bed until you’re flat on your back and he’s between your legs. Fuck. He’s good at this. He’s too good at this.

“Look at me.” His tone is demanding and surprisingly calm considering his heart is beating out of his damn chest right now. He can hear his own heart beat in his ears and yet, all he can think about is how fucking pretty you look laid out in front of him like this. You watch as he slowly reaches up to his neck. He’s sitting on his knees in front of you, the sweat on his body gleams in the moonlight that streams in from the window across the room, highlighting every ridge and curve of his muscular form. You take your time dragging your eyes up his torso and once your gaze lands on the action of his hands, you swallow hard. He’s staring you right in the eyes, holding your lustful gaze as he lifts his dog tags up over his head and grips them in his flesh palm for a second. He looks down at them briefly, like they have so much meaning to him, before leaning over you and draping them over your head. You lift your neck and hold your hair to the side, allowing him to slide the chain down and rest the tags on your bare chest. He studies the sight before him, frozen in time. You don’t know it, but he’s memorizing the scene before him. Memorizing the way his name looks laying there on the smooth skin between your breasts, memorizing the way the tags shift with every inhale and exhale. Fuck. He’s done for. He shouldn’t have made you wear them. He knows that. But is he really thinking clearly? You’ve both been basically drugged. He can’t be held responsible for the stupid shit that he does now. Not when you’re laying here like this, ready to let him do anything to you. Well, anything except kiss you.

“It hurts…” You whimper, dropping your head back on the pillow and closing your eyes as you wince. The stomach pain is back since he’s stopped touching you, and you’re noticing the wetness in your panties is approaching a near uncomfortable level. You want them off.

“I know, baby, I know.” Bucky murmurs. He lowers himself down, keeping his weight on his arms beside your head. Baby? Fuck, you should have told him that pet names were off limits. As soon as you feel his hard length pressing against your soaked panties, your legs spread all on their own, and he rewards you with a soft kiss to your collarbone.

“Fuck this.” You groan, reaching your hands down and pushing the waistband of your panties down. You only get them down a few inches when Bucky sits back once more, finishing the task for you. He drops them on the floor beside the bed and much to your relief, lays right back over you, sending your core into a frenzy of pleasure when he grinds his clothed cock against your clit. You bend your knees and spread your legs more, giving him all of the access that he needs to practically fuck you through his boxers. And he does just that. He ruts into you, giving your clit just the right amount of pressure and friction. Moans fall freely from your lips now, needy noises mixed with a few profanities and heavy sighs that make Bucky wonder how the hell you’ll sound when he’s actually inside you.

“God, I can’t wait any longer, shit.” He groans. In one swift movement, he pushes himself off of you and stands on the side of the bed, pushing his boxers down his thighs and letting them fall to his feet as you watch. His cock, freed from the tight fabric it’s been trapped in for far too long now, stands against his lower abdomen, boasting an impressive size and making your mouth water. You have to mentally curse yourself and remind yourself that this is just a means to an end, nothing more. It can’t be anything more. But fuck, if he isn’t the most well-endowed man you’ve ever seen. He feels a surge of pride when he notices the way you’re staring at him, licking your lips and not showing a single ounce of shame. That’s one thing he can thank the super soldier serum for.

“I need you.” You say softly, looking up at him with desperation and lust painted across your features. Your pleading eyes nearly send him over the edge right then. He has to remind himself that you’re in pain, that he’s doing this to help you get through the night. He’s back on top of you in a second, and your legs spread automatically once again, like you’ve been under him a thousand times before and know just what to do. As soon as his tip brushes against the wet folds between your legs, you’re both losing touch with reality. He closes his eyes, stilling above you, forcing you to grind your hips upward in search his dick. “Are you going to make me beg?” You ask innocently, sliding your hands from his waist up to the sides of his neck, hoping the contact will make him look back at you. He opens his eyes slowly and meets your gaze, licking his lips as his eyes dart down to look at your mouth. Don’t kiss me. Don’t kiss me. Don’t kiss me.

“No, I don’t think I’d last through a word of that.” Bucky’s admission spurs your hips into action again, but he pulls his away from you. He tsks softly, balancing his weight on his vibranium arm as he uses his flesh hand to pull one of your hands away from his neck, guiding it down to your clit. “You’re going to touch yourself when I tell you to.”

“Fuck, why won’t you just—” Your impatience gains you exactly what you needed. Bucky doesn’t even have to pay attention, he doesn’t have to line himself up with your entrance, he simply snaps his hips down and forward, his cock instantly finding where it belongs and sliding in. You scream out at the unexpected intrusion, the sting of his cock stretching your walls almost more than you can stand. “Oh my fucking god.” You moan, biting down on his shoulder as he stills once again. He’s nice enough to give you a moment to adjust to the few inches he has inside of you before he so much as takes a breath. For a few seconds, every ounce of pain in your entire body is gone. You feel only bliss with him inside of you like this.

“Stop fucking rushing me.” Bucky snaps, taking a deep breath as he fights to contain his own release. You’re so fucking tight, so wet for him. He hasn’t felt ecstasy like this since the first time he ever had a sexual experience, and even that was a muted version of this. It’s taking all of his focus to keep from filling you up with everything he has before he’s even started fucking you. You find yourself smiling, a real genuine smile. Not even solely from the bliss that you feel, but from how fucking funny it is that he looks like he’s losing his virginity right now. The man who’s over a hundred years old, fighting to compose himself so he doesn’t cum too soon. “Is something funny?” He asks, and only then do you realize that he’s staring down at you.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” You tease, letting out a small laugh. The euphoria you’re feeling right now is unmatched. Bucky shakes his head, tsking at you again, before leaning down until his lips are pressed against the shell of your ear, his stubble brushing against your cheek.

“You know, I said I wasn’t going to make you beg for me to fuck you…” Something in his tone sends a chill through your whole body, and the smile falls from your face in an instant. In one swift movement, he snaps his hips forward and buries his entire cock inside of you, his swollen balls pressing up against your ass as he holds his position. You cry out from the mixture of pain and pleasure, seeing stars as your eyes fly shut. “But I didn’t say I wouldn’t make you beg me to stop.” You’re a moaning mess beneath him as he begins to thrust into you at a medium pace, making sure he pulls out nearly completely before thrusting into you again and again. You’re being as vocal as you’ve ever been, but with one key difference between this moment and every other moment that you’ve ever had sex with someone. You’re not saying his name. You won’t let yourself say his name.

“Oh my god, oh my god that feels so good.” You gasp the words out as you fight to maintain control of your breathing. It’s obvious that encouragement does something for him when he picks up speed at your words, setting an unrelenting pace that has you sure you won’t be able to walk in the morning. “Just like that. Holy fuck, that’s it.” He groans and dips his head down, kissing your shoulder and sucking a mark on the smooth skin there. The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, heavy breaths and moans filling the room, and the weight of him on top of you has your mind reeling. This has to be enough to abate the chemical compound, it has to be. You haven’t ever felt this kind of pleasure, not a single damn time in your entire life.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight. Rub your clit for me, baby. Touch yourself.” His voice is strained and you can tell he’s holding back. Using the hand that he previously led to your clit, you start rubbing fast circles, matching the pace of his deep thrusts. You can feel your climax rushing to the surface faster than it ever has before, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. “You’re close, aren’t you?” Bucky asks in the most teasing, condescending tone, paying you back for asking that exact question earlier. You moan out a needy yes and he smiles down at you, looking so fucking smug and confident. “Yeah, that’s it baby. You’re gonna cum on my cock while you wear my fucking name, aren’t you?”

“Yes, oh, fuck, yes. I’m so close.” You can’t speak normally anymore, every word that leaves your lips is a sultry moan. Bucky leans back on his knees, his hands gripping your calves and pushing your legs up to rest on his shoulders. “Oh my god.” He thrusts into you hard, the new angle causing you to scream out as his cock brushes against just the right spot. Something about the way you scream for him makes him feral. He reaches a hand toward your neck, and you think he’s going to choke you, but no. He grabs onto the chain that his dog tags hang on and pulls you forward by it, until you’re nearly folded in half. His vibranium hand moves to grip the back of your neck as he fucks his cock into you relentlessly, his head falling back as he edges himself inside you.

“I’m gonna cum, Y/n, I’m gonna cum inside you.” He groans out, his thrusts growing sloppier as he nears his release.

“Please, please fucking cum inside me. Don’t pull out.” You beg, hearing how desperate you sound and not giving a single fuck. Bucky practically whines at the sound of you begging. He never knew how badly he wanted to hear that, and now that he’s heard it, he fears he’ll spend every waking second doing everything he can to hear it again. You can’t help yourself. Tony’s words are still repeating in your head, you know that you need Bucky to cum inside you to have any chance at lasting relief tonight. You need it. “Promise me you won’t pull out.”

“I won’t pull out, Y/n. Fuck, I’m gonna—FUCK.”

“That’s it, don’t fucking stop. Just let go, cum inside me.” You encourage him with every ounce of energy that you have left. You’re thankful for the vibranium hand locked behind your neck as your head falls back.

“Oh, shit baby, I’m cumming. Oh, my fucking…” Bucky cries out, his pace quickening for a few seconds as he pumps his load into you. You feel the hot spurts of cum painting your walls and filling you as full as you’ve ever been. The added pressure inside you mixed with his deep thrusts and your hand working on your clit sends you over the edge right after him, and your pussy clenches on his cock as your orgasm travels through you in waves of pleasure.

“I’m cumming, holy fuck…” Your voice trails off as you temporarily lose touch with reality, your legs shaking and back arching as much as it can in your current position. Bucky holds you on his cock, thrusting into you at the perfect pace to prolong your orgasm. When you open your eyes again, his thrusts are slowing to a stop, and he’s staring down at you, his chest heaving with exertion and his cheeks glowing pink. Neither of you say a word as he lays you back on the bed, slowly pulling his cock out and helping you straighten your legs on the bed. You find yourself playing with his dog tags that are still around your neck, as he collapses on the bed next to you.

“I feel…better.” You admit quietly, noting the distinct lack of pain in your body and the heightened sense of euphoria and fatigue you feel. You see Bucky nodding out of the corner of your eye, but he remains quiet, staring up at the ceiling. “You should sleep here.” You turn on your side to face him, fighting to keep your eyes open after such a powerful orgasm. You can’t even keep yourself awake long enough to find out if he has a response or not. You fall asleep right there next to him, still naked, totally blissful in your fucked out state.

Bucky lies awake for a few more minutes after you’ve crashed. He also feels much better, but conflicted at the same time. You didn’t say his name once. Not one damn time. He was fucking you like your lives depended on it and his name never once left your lips. It shouldn’t matter that much, it’s not like you were making love or something. You were fucking to survive the night. He can’t blame you for maintaining some boundaries, but still. With how fucking perfect you sounded moaning everything else, he would’ve given anything to hear you say his name. Just once. As he drifts off into sleep next to you, he decides that the next time you fuck, he's not letting you cum until you say his name.

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codes

literally a tiny blurb, i was feeling it earlier, but now i wanna just be done with it

buckyxreader

kinda dark themes ig

bucky is usually the dom, i jsut thought that was sort of necessary for the sake of context

“Are you sure you want me to do this?” I asked him, worry etched in my features. He grabbed the collar from my hands and placed it around his neck, clipping it into place. “please.” He seemed so certain. He reached for the muzzle but I stopped him “what if I- what if I hurt you?” I stuttered. “That’s the point sweetheart, I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, but I think this is a way to come to terms with my past. i want to see how it helps you also.” i trembled, nervous for what was coming. he placed the muzzle around his face, motioning for me to tie it. i knotted it loosely, causing him to reach back and tighten it, looking at me with affection. he stood, walking over to the post, and stepping into the shackles. i watched as he snapped them around his ankles, then did the same around his left wrist. we talked prior to this, and decided not to restrain his flesh arm, in case he needed me to stop, he would tap me twice. he observed my stiff posture as i reached for the box under our bed, containing several “torture” devices. this included two whips, four variations of daggers, a lot of wax that had different melting points, to be hotter or cooler, ropes, and paddles. i opened the large package, and spread the various devices over the bed. i reached for the wax with the lowest melting point. bucky let out a sound of disaproval. discouraged, i reached for a whip, he let out the same sound. i saw him pointing to the knives, but i was reluctant to use something like that so soon. i grabbed one of the paddles, and he rolled his eyes and huffed. his eyes shot open in suprise when i slapped him hard across the face. as the red mark formed, i got worried, but buck didnt tell me to stop.

alr i hate myself now

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the daughter of an archangel

chapter 1

sooo..... this is my backstory in my marvel DR, major trigger warnings, this also crosses over into supernatural later, but i havent even written that yet.

trigger warnings: abuse, torture, blood, death, fucked up timeline, etc.

pairings: later will be sam/dean winchester, and even later will be bucky,

in this, endgame/inf war doesnt happen, i took plenty of creative liberties.

summary: (this is written in first-person) phoenix is a girl who was created by the nazi organization HYDRA, and she meets the winter soldier on a mission, i cant say much more without spoiling future chapters. will try to proofread but no promises.

word count: 2,654/10,649 - that ive written so far.

change of POV's will be indicated

“Get up you stupid pig!” the guard said, in a thick Russian accent, banging the cell door with his truncheon. He shone a flashlight in my eyes, making them burn from the lack of light for the past two days. I stretched out my sore muscles, wincing from the scabbed-over cuts all over my body. After days of no contact with anyone, just me and the cold, dark cell. Somehow being dragged away for training almost feels like a blessing. I stood and allowed him to cuff me. at this point, I know the drill. “so, Angel, how was your weekend?” He asked while holding my shoulder, guiding me out of the cell – the only place I’ve known as home for my whole life – literally. I was born in the damned bullpen. My mother died during birth, I guess having twins really had her beat.

On the way to the hell chamber – sorry, training room - I saw him, I saw Benjamin. For the first time in weeks, I saw my twin. He looked rough. Probably just had a sparring sesh with one of the winter soldiers. he’s always been smaller than me, But there was something different. he seemed especially weak. I haven’t eaten anything in what I assume has been around 4 days. He probably hasn’t either. They were always doing this, trying to weed out the weaker members. Its grim, but I knew he would die soon. It was clear that I was stronger, and if it came down to it, I would kill him without a second thought. After all, that’s how I was trained. I was bred, raised, and trained to be ruthless. And that is the only reason that I am still alive. HYDRA has no room for error.

As I walked into the training room, I saw the winter soldier, long, brunette hair, with a metal arm. The only time ive ever seen him is in cryo-sleep, he looked so peaceful, so harmless. The man standing before me was soemthing different entirely. His eyes were blue as ice, and just as cold. He looked right through me, almost like a drone. “this is her first mission. You will be supervising her.” he hands the man with a metal arm a file containing four pictures of senator james martin, whos been a public neusence for hydra for a while. The winter soldier grabbed me by the arm and dragged me through the door.

It was a quiet drive on the Harley, at the moment, we were just n full assassin gear. My small arms were wrapped around his waist, making him clearly tense up. His metal arm was glinting in the moonlight as we pulled into a nearby parking garage, a birdseye view of the gathering senator martin. “I will stay up here while you go inside. As many casualties as possible. No survivors.” He said gruffly, setting up the rifle. “They won’t let me in. I’m wearing a costume.” I said, my voice gravelly from days of no use. He glanced down at me for the first time, and gazed at me for a moment, before pulling out a T-shirt that had the senators face on it, and a pair of grey sweatpants. “Change into these, keep your weapons concealed until my signal.” I quickly stripped. he turned away, giving me privacy. I was more then used to being watched, so this was surprising. I fixed the too-large clothes, and looked harmless. Instead of looking like an eight-year-old assassin, I looked like a normal kid.

There was something in the winter soldier’s eyes that I didn’t recognise, almost like affection. I walked down the stairs of the parking garage, feeling his eyes on me the whole way. Slowly, I crossed the street, nearly getting hit by a truck that I didn’t know to look for. As I made my way to the entrance of the granite building, I noticed trucks outside, like the kind I saw at my home, - armoured trucks. I, of course thought this was normal. “Careful, there are hostiles in the building. Captain America and the black widow are protecting the target.” His voice came through my earpiece. “I don’t know who they are” I whispered back. “You will. They won’t want to hurt you, use that to your advantage.” And with that, he went radio silent.

As I walked barefoot through the large doors, I spotted a woman in a similar outfit to what I wear, only without the red skull. She spotted me immediately, and I tried to disappear through the crowd. I was unsuccessful. A man in a red, white, and blue uniform grabbed my arm gently, holding a shield in his other hand. “Who are you kid?” He peered down at me “I’m here to see my daddy.” I said, feigning panic. I pulled my arm out of his grasp and ran toward a random man, tugging on his shirt. Shield guy turned away before he could see the man push me away. I stayed by him, trying to convince the people that he was my father. I got a little turned around, when a perverted looking man grabbed my wrist “hey sweetheart. You’re gonna come with me now.” He said, his voice just as weird as him. The man in the jumpsuit put his hand on his shoulder “why dontcha leave the girl alone pal.” He dragged him away.

Just then, his signal came, by shooting the senator in the gut, taking him down. The panic set in immediately. People running around screaming like headless chickens. The man with the metal arm burst through the door, sealing off the only accesable exit. I grabbed the first person I saw, they just happened to be the senators daughter. She couldn’t have been more then seventeen; I snapped her neck. I unfurled my wings and tripped some old man with them. I stabbed him in his corroded artery, a fatal blow. Killing got easier the more I did it.

The fight went on like this for a while, until the red-haired woman pushed me to the ground “stay down kid.” seeing me pinned down, the man i was on the mission with began to make his way over to me. I waved my hand, and the woman went flying, hitting the wall with a thud. Oh yea, something I forgot to mention; I'm not a normal person. In addition to having my DNA spliced with the peregrine falcon, giving me wings, and the ability to fly, I was also experimented on with energy from the soul stone, one of the six infinity stones. Ergo, I had ‘powers’. The winter soldier stared at me, shocked, his brief moment of distraction caused him to get a wooden chair to the head. He shot the dude that hit him.

The man in the flag costume, and the woman ran. Smart. Tactical retreat. I ran to every person I saw, and killed as many as I could. Once we were sure that there were no more targets, the winter soldier grabbed me, and threw me on the motorcycle behind him.

We stopped at a motel that charged by the hour… if that tells you anything. “we will stay here for a while. You need to get clean, I know that the hoses hurt.” he said, a hint of compassion in his voice. Hes right. They used fire hoses to ‘clean up’ whenever any of us got dirty. I walked into the bathroom and stripped. I didn’t close the door, because I assumed I wasn’t allowed to. I didn’t know how to use the shower so I just sort of stared at it, waiting for it to turn on. The man walked in, turned the handle of the shower, and left. I jumped when water started to spurt out of the faucet. I stepped into the water slowly, gauging the temperature before completely immersing myself into it. My muscles involuntarily relaxed at the sensation of the warm water. I began rubbing the dirt off of my limbs when the winter soldier walked in.

He didn’t look at me, but made a damp washcloth and started cleaning his wounds. They were worse then I assumed, and I coudnt help but observe him while washing the rest of the dirt off of my body. I only sustained minor cuts and bruises in the fight, but he had deep lacerations on his face, presumably from the chair. I stepped out of the shower and stood there, a towering three-foot-seven-inches, short for my age. He glanced at me and handed me a towel while dabbing his wounds “whats this for?” I asked “dry yourself. They will notice our absence if were not back soon.” so, I dried myself off, and put on my uniform, running my fingers over the red skull with tentacles, like a squid. I giggled, imaging it wiggling its tentacles.

Bucky

The little girl was looking at her uniform, giggling. For a moment I thought of two young girls in brooklyn. I was a teenager with sisters… what? No, I wasn’t. I am a weapon for hydra. Whats going on? I was steadily bleeding from the prick who hit me with a chair, we needed to get back to base. She suddenly looked up at me, concern evident in her sweet, blue eyes. “are- are you okay? You're bleeding,” she frowned. “Let me help you. I can make people feel better.” I skeptically sat on a bed near where she was standing. She slowly reached over to me; I shied away when her hand got close to my wound, remembering the various punishments I've had over the years. I am a wild animal. I need to be controlled. She looked into my eyes, the child-like glimmer long gone. It's unfair; all children should have that. No. She is not a child; she is a weapon. That’s it- like me. She gently laid her small hand on my head near the cut. All of the sudden her eyes started glowing, a certain gold color I'd never seen before. Her hands began glowing the same, and my head started tingling.

I immediately felt better. I can't explain it, but she somehow lodged herself into my memory, unintentionally. And I knew I would never forget her. She looked at me worried, noting the glazed look in my eyes. “are you alright? I'm sorry if I hurt yo-” I cut her off “My name is Bucky,” I blurted out; I had no idea where that came from. “You need to call me Winter, or ‘the winter soldier’, otherwise they’ll kill us both” she looked at me confused and alarmed “okay… I will” “we need to go back.” so I took her small hand, gently, and led her to the HYDRA-issued motorcycle we came here on. The drive back to base was cold. I could feel it in my bones. I couldn’t help but wish I could help her warm up. I didn’t know what I was feeling, but I knew HYDRA wouldn’t like it. I am a machine. Not a man.

I rode up to the gate “солдат?” soldier? “миссия успешна. приветствую гидру.” mission successful. hail hydra. The gate opened, and we rode into the garage. She was immediately ripped off the back of the bike and dragged away. “you are late. The camera in your suit shows you made a ‘pit stop’. She had an effect on you. You will both be heavily punished for this.” no. I practically jumped off the bike. I grabbed the mans neck and snapped it before being sedated. The last thing I heard before I got knocked out was “well, after we make them watch, we’ll have to wipe him again.” I woke up strapped to a modified autopsy table. Modified so I was reclined enough so that I had a clear view of the girl. And she had a clear view of me. One of the doctors walked in with an array of surgical instruments “doctor- sorry- creator! Thank goodness! I was scared we were taken by the bad people!” the little girls face lit up with relief. The doctor sighed and placed his kit on a surgical tray, the knives clattering against the cold steel. “child, птичий урод.” bird-freak “you have been very bad. And you know what happens to bad children.” he put on surgical gloves, and picked up a Sickle Probe, the device that dentists use. He walked toward her slowly “creator, im sorry! It was a mistake! Please. Im sorry” she cried out. however, she didn’t struggle against the restraints. “it is too late to apologise freak. You will be punished.” “yes sir.” she slumped against the autopsy table, keeping her fear-filled eyes on the doctor. He walked up to her small body, and turned off the magnetic cuff, allowing her arm to fall. The monster grabbed her arm, and stuck the hook of the sickle probe into the inside of her elbow. She began silently crying from the pain, blood slowly dribbling from the wound. He slowly dragged the hook down her arm, toward her wrist, tearing her skin. The blood was flowing heavily now, and he was trying to stifle her cries. After reaching her wrist, he put the probe down and picked up a rusty razorblade.

He moved to her chest, and drug the blade down her sternum, and to her lower stomache. She was crying freely now. “heal yourself.” she did as she was told, her eyes glowing gold, and the wounds shimmering as they healed instantly. He grabbed a klein tool – essentially a broader pliers. He walked to her bare feet, and clamped down on her small toe. He bent it to a sickening angle, causing the bone to snap with a disturbing CRACK. She screamed. He used the wire-clipping part of the klein tool to cut off a patch or skin on her foot. He grabbed a knife, and made slow, deep, and deliberate cuts all over her body. After nearly an hour, he decided hed had enough of that. he only reason she was still alive was because she wasn’t fully human – she couldn’t have been. “heal. Now. Not your foot though. You will deal with that.” she did as she was told. She was exhausted. She collapsed against the table before he shocked her with a set of jumper cables rigged up to a car battery. While watching this, I struggled against the restraints so much, my wrist began to bleed. Every time I screamed for them to let her go, my restraints would get an electrical charge. I was muzzled like a dog. Reminding me that I am no better then one. I am one. She screamed every time he cut her, shocked her, stabbed her, or tore the skin off her flesh. When she screamed, the building would shake. Not figuratively either.

She was clearly more powerful than she could see. She could easily kill him, she could kill everyone in this god forsaken building. HYDRA had control over her mind. But not in the same way as they had mine. They beat her down, made her feel powerless, made her think wrong is right, and right is wrong. I have to get her out of here. The doctor made his way over to me “judging by your reaction, she made an imprint on you. Well, time to forget her!” he said, laughing malevolently. “no! You cant-” I was cut off by a blow to my temple. They dragged me to the Memory Suppressing Machine. A white hot pain ripped through me. I couldn’t remember the mission, but I could remember a girl. A sweet, young girl. I knew I should protect her. As far as they're concerned, I don’t remember a thing. “Желание. Семнадцать. Ржавый. Рассвет. Печь. Девять. Добросердечный. Возвращение на родину. Один. Товарный вагон” my trigger words.

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neighbors

summary: phoenix catches her neighbor bucky masurbating while looking at her…

pairings: bucky x reader, bucky x OC

warnings: S M U T, two kids die :( reader is a doctor, taking readers virginity, sex at a bad time lol. - lmk what i missed

planning on this being a multi-part book

please y'all let me know what i can do better 🥲

enjoy~

I was getting ready to shower, curtains open, I tug off my pants, my thumbs hooking on my panties. I pull off my shirt and, unclipping my bra, I start the water, and set it to boil. I started fumbling with my speaker and turn on my favorite band, falling in reverse. i step into the shower and feel immediate relief from my day. a little boy came in with a gunshot wound. I work in a hospital, both as an anesthesiologist and an ER doctor/surgeon. I do a bit of everything.

the kid had been messing around with his dads gun and it went off. I did everything I could, but he shot himself in his chest and knicked his left ventricle, his heart. frankly, I was surprised he made it to the hospital at all. cases were involving kids always hit harder. I needed to decompress. masturbating always helped. after washing myself, I stepped onto the nice heated floor of my bathroom. I lay on the floor in front of the window, reaching from the ceiling to the tile.

no one was home now anyway; it was the middle of the day on a Monday, and there’s nothing wrong with feeling good with a good view, the bathroom was also on the second floor. I grabbed the vibrator that I kept in the drawers in my bathroom, but I began with my fingers. I started running my hands up and down my sides, stopping to massage by breasts, twisting my fingers around my nipples. my back arched in pleasure, I rarely have time to pleasure myself, so I’m pretty sensitive. I ran my hands down my stomach, and began massaging my inner thighs.

intentionally skipping over the place I wanted to touch the most. I slowly moved my hands up to my heat, and started gently stimulating my clit, letting out a loud moan and I closed my eyes to revel in the sensation. I could feel myself getting close so I moved my fingers to my dripping entrance I pushed two fingers into myself, stretching around them. it stung slightly, but it does every time because I haven’t been dehymenated yet - haven’t lost my virginity.

I started quickly moving them in and out, getting so close. I tried to hold my impending orgasm off, to make the pleasure last. my whole body burned-a good burn- and shook as I came undone. pleasure washed over me and I was loudly moan-panting. I relaxed into the floor, feeling the stress of my day leaving my body. relief washed over me as I lay there, staring at the ceiling. my breath gradually slowed. I got up and cleaned myself off, wincing slightly from the light overstimulation. I reached for my shirt, bending over the counter, my ass in full view of the window, when all of the sudden I felt a prick on the back of my neck- almost as if someone was watching me.

I turn to look out my window, and see my neighbor, Bucky, sitting on his patio, staring at me, his hand wrapped around his massive c0ck. he threw his head back in pleasure before he noticed me looking at him. I watched wide-eyed as he finished himself off, the tip of his cock releasing a LOT of cum onto his hand and shirt. I was seriously surprised at how much cum there was. I took a male reproductive class in med school and that much semen shouldn’t have been possible. like seriously. he slowly tilted his head back toward me, eyes still closed in pleasure, he continued lazily stroking himself as he groaned.

he opened his eyes and looked at me again. he stopped pumping himself once he saw me staring at him, shocked; and maybe a little creeped out. he looked like a deer in the headlights - or maybe like a guy who was caught masturbating while watching his neighbor. he froze for a solid 5 seconds, staring at me in my eyes, hand still firmly gripping his length. I was frozen aswell, trying to grasp the situation. when I rushed to cover my body, he snapped out of it, basically tripping over himself trying to pull up his jeans and get back into his house. I quickly closed the curtains.

buckys POV

I immediately regretted it. she must think of me as an absolute creep. I just couldn’t control my urges. I don’t know when the last time I felt anything but misery. when I met her, she smiled at me. she didn’t look at me in fear, as most people do. my heart skipped in my chest the moment I saw her, and now I fucked up. I scared her. I presented myself like a perv. I was sitting on my patio, which just so happens to be facing her fucking house, right below her 2nd floor bathroom, when I saw her taking her clothes off. my blood went directly to my dick. I hadn’t had an erection since the ‘40s.

i couldn’t help but stare. she got into her shower, and the sight of the steaming water running down her back made me audibly groan. she covered her body covered in soap suds, rubbing herself down. I wished I could be the one feeling her body, worshipping her perfect curves, massaging her breasts. this woman is going to be the death of me. I started palming my aching cock through my jeans. she stepped out of the shower and grabbed something from a drawer in her bathroom. she laid down DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF HER DAMN WINDOW, I was confused.

my breath hitched in my throat when she began running her small hands up and Down her body, I stared in disbelief as she started groping herself. then she started masturbating. right. in. front. of. me. well, she didn’t know I was watching her, but still. my cock was so hard at this point, it was leaking precum. the moment I freed it from my boxers, I breathed a sigh of relief. I don’t know why, I just needed the release. I started jerking myself off while she pleasured herself. damn it felt good. I hadn’t felt this good since before I went to war. my god. I was already embarrassingly close to cumming.

i noticed, by her body language, that she must be too. I held off temporarily, I wanted to watch her cum first. if I was having my way with her, I would force her to cum for me so many times before I even considered touching myself. I stopped my hand movements, my cock aching. I watched her arch her back violently, and her whole body tremble while she came. god I wish I could taste her. when I knew she was done, I resumed my movements.

I watched as she reached for something on her counter, giving me a full view of her ass and her cunt. it was from a distance, but luckily my sight is heightened from the super soldier serum. for the first time in my life, I was glad I was a super soldier. I was throbbing at this point. it my balls felt so full it almost hurt. I was painfully close to cumming.

I threw my head back in pleasure as my orgasm took over. I was groaning so loud, she probably heard me. my eyes were screwed shut, and my breath came heavy. I let my head go forward, still lazily jerking myself off, imagining having her in m my life. a smile crept onto my face as I imagined that. my hand and stomach were covered in cum. if it was up to me, I would make her lick it all off and swallow it. fuck she would look so good with my cum on her tongue, or dripping out of her pussy- or her ass. or her face and stomach, back, or breasts. my god. I’m going to hell.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked to see if she was still there. she was. and she was staring directly at me, her mouth slightly opened in shock. I froze, my hand still around my re-hardening dick. there had to be a solid five seconds of just straight staring at eachother. I must have said “fuck” a thousand times in my head. I snapped out of it when she rushed to cover herself, I shot up from my seat and pulled my pants up, stumbling into my house. I fell right on my face. it serves me right. I fucked up. I knew I had to go over there, but I didn’t want her to kill me either. I couldn’t believe that I was so stupid and creepy. for gods sakes I scared a poor, defenseless girl. and fucked up my only chance of getting to know her.

this was me ‘assimilating’ into modern society. Steve said moving here would help me. “listen, I know you are hesitant about being somewhere on your own, but listen man, you need to get away from the fight. you’ve made amends. go relax. retire.” Steve told me. Tony set this up “your neighbors are nothing if not normal. Phoenix stark- your next door neighbor - is a doctor. so if your old age catches up to you, she can help. your other next door neighbor, chase mcpeterson is insanely in love with her, but she either doesn’t care or doesn’t notice, so he probably won’t like you. I wouldn’t get in the middle of that.

my POV

a few hours had passed, and I tried to brush off what happened by making myself dinner, and pouring a small glass of sazerac rye 18 year old whisky. an alcohol with a “mellow spice, and dry sweetness”- okay maybe a bit more then a small glass- but hey, I was off tomorrow, and the rest of the week; I was on call, but I was assured there was a small chance I would actually be required. I downed that first glass, and poured another. I turned on some music while I started the water for the noodles.

“sexy drug” was blaring over my surround sound. no doubt my neighbors could hear, but I didn’t really care. one of my neighbors is deaf, the other one almost, and then there’s Bucky. I tried to forget about him, and earlier. no matter what I did, he kept invading my thoughts. I kept re-imagining what happened, and what I wish could happen. it’s no secret that my neighbor Bucky Barnes was annoyingly attractive. it pissed me off so much. when he would be working out on his deck or patio, or working on his cars, I couldn’t help but stare. come to think of it though, I had never even seen him without a long sleeve shirt, and gloves. and yet he had seen me completely bare, and seen me masturbating no less.

yea, while he had his head thrown back, I saw his dick, but that, and barely any of his upper thighs, is all I saw. but damn. his dick had to be a solid 10/11 inches AT LEAST, and damn thick. I wondered if I could even take him. I then told myself to shut up. when I finally snapped out of it, the water was boiling over. I just decided to order take out. it’s been a day. for what it’s worth, I got steak from a high end restaurant. better then the buttered noodles I was gonna make, that’s for sure. by this point, I’d had about 3-4 drinks, and was pretty tipsy. not quite drunk enough, just tipsy.

I was dancing around my living room vibing with the song I put on when I heard a pounding on my door. I walked over, and looked through the peep hole, I saw him standing there. I stood there, frozen. why was he here? what did he want?? “Phoenix, I’m sorry. I know you’re standing there. please just open the door and hear me out.” he said, snapping me out of my thoughts. damn. I forgot about the windows on either side of the door. I hesitantly unlocked the door and pulled it open. “listen, I-“ he stuttered when he noticed my shirt. ( I was dressed in a white crop top that said “orgasm donor”(see picture) and a pair of shorts that hardly covered my ass) suddenly I started laughing. I couldn’t stop laughing, this situation was just so weird. I glanced up at him and he was staring down at me sort of quizzically, a little amused, but mostly his eyes were filled with regret.

I felt a pang of guilt at being the one who made him feel that way, I shouldn’t, but I did. “come in! comeein!!” I said, slurring my words. he hesitantly stepped into my house. I stumbled into his chest and looked up at him with wide eyes. I pushed off of his chest and straightened myself. I turned off my music and took a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever stupid excuse he could possibly have. I walked behind him and closed the door. afterwards pacing to the kitchen table, I motioned for him to sit down and I went to put on a sweatshirt.

I could have sworn I saw his eyes darken in- anger? but that was likely just the light. I sat across from where he was seated, and looked at him, waiting for him to say something. “I-“ he began, cutting himself off “I’m an idiot and I’m sorry, Phoenix. I know that what I did was insane, disgusting, creepy- and I don’t know why I did it. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. really. I am. I’m surprised you let me in, if I was you I woulda slammed the door In my face.” he could probably tell I was a bit taken aback by his words so he said “I’ll go, I’m sorry about everything, and I won’t bother you again. I’ll make sure you never have to see me again.” he got up to leave, but I got up too.

“stop. are you gonna let me talk at all?” I said, he did, he went to sit back down. instead of just sitting, I went and grabbed him a glass. I poured him a generous amount, and topped off my glass. “I-uh- thank you… I wasn’t expecting that” he chuckled, and looked at me expectantly. I took a long swig of my drink before answering “Bucky, I know you- well sort of- but I’m good at reading people.

I know you’re not a bad person. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” I said, he scoffed lightly “I’ve done things. I’m not a good-“ I cut him off “shut up. do you think I care? dude. I’ve done things too- terrible things. but I’ve made amends.” I ranted “why are you defending me when I was just a major peeping Tom?? I watched you when you were in a vulnerable state, and took advantage of that. why are you defending me?” he shook his head disbelievingly. I paused for a few moments, and downed my drink. i giggled “it was kinda hot” I kept laughing, looking him dead in the eyes. the alcoholwas giving me confidence, and a lack of a speech filter. “I mean,” I continued “when I saw you looking at me, I was like extremely turned on by it” I kept on giggling, and grabbed the bottle sitting next to me, taking a shot.

I hiccuped “well, for a second I was kinda confused, like what? me? and then I was a little creeped, but my second thought was ‘damn. he’s got I big dick’” I was like full on laughing right now, my eyes closed from the bliss the alcohol was giving me. “and then you came- cummed? came? orgasmed? Idontknow. and I was like seriously confused because there was so much of it! but damn it was sooo seggsy.” I was trying to catch my breath at this point, and reached for the bottle “I think you’ve had enough sweetheart” I sighed happily at the nickname “mmm say it again plesseeeee” I whined “no, I think it’s time for you to get some rest. or water. or both.” I frowned up at him “noo I donwanna.”

“Phoenix, you need to sober up, other wise you’ll feel sick” he reached for the bottle, but I grabbed it and took another long drink. “really?” he looked at me and took the bottle from me “heheh yeesss” I got off my chair and walked over to the speaker, and turned on ‘situations’ by escape the fate, and started singing loudly, and dancing around, well, the best I could anyway. “situationss are irrelevant noww, she loves the way that I tease, I love the way that she breathes. I touched her (ooh!) she touched my (ahh!) and that’s the craziest thing!”

I was prancing around my living room, and took off my sweatshirt, leaving me in the ‘orgasm donor’ tank top. “a certain girl she took my hand and ran ran it up her thigh! she licked her lips and pulled my hair, I fall in love for a night! she can’t behavee and I’m just a slavee” I was pointing at Bucky and smiling while singing, swaying my hips, and twirling around “I hate the ones who love to hate because they’re JUST like me” I pranced over to him “a certain girl she took her hand and and put in in my lap,” he was leaning on the table at this point, so I leaned into him and looked up at him innocently “”it’s way too full” she said “once you have me you’ll always come back”” I sang, staring up at him seductively. “she can’t behaveee and I’m just a slavvee! don’t worry, I’ll be gone when the morning comes.” I pranced away. I continued singing along until the song ended.

Bucky pov

She looked over to were I was, half-leaning on her kitchen table, staring at her hungrily, like she was the last thing i’d ever see. She walked over to me, but stumbling into me. She laid against me, her hands running up my chest, the smell of her arousal hitting my nose. “mmm stay withme tonight. I want you bumcky- hic- Bucky.” I grabbed her hands, careful with my left hand so she wouldn’t notice the difference, stopping them from wandering my body. “Phe, you need sleep. I’m not staying here tonight, you are not in your right mind right now.” I said softly.

I put her hands at her sides, and gently pushed her off my chest. “What!! Noo I want you?? Whywontyou give me what I want” she said, pouting. “Come on, let’s get you to bed. Where’s your room?” She took my hand and pulled me up the stairs. She opened a door and revealed her room. The bed was in the center of the room, with night stands on either side, despite her living alone. She laid down on the bed and beckoned me over “no. I’m not taking advantage of you again.” I said, barely able to restrain myself. I wanted to climb on top of her, and give her pleasure like she’s never felt before. I wanted to kiss her sweetly while I fucked her roughly, to tell her she’s mine. And only mine. I wanted to claim her as mine. To cum inside of her, and all over her. I wanted to suck and bite her soft skin, let everyone know she’s mine. I wanted to feel her stretch around my cock, my fingers, and tongue. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. Not when she can’t properly consent. She looked at me, all snuggled into her bed “please stay… I don’t wanna be alone please.” She reached her hand out “alright. I’ll stay. Where do you want me to sit?” I asked “Nono, if you’re staying, you’re laying down. There’s a whole other side of the bed.” She looked at me sleepily “okay, I’ll lay down, but just on the other side. Alright?” I say, laying down /damn this is a comfortable bed./ after a few minutes, she snuggled into me, I wanted to push her away, but she looked so peaceful while she was asleep.

My pov

I woke up to my pager going off, I was snuggled into his side, his arm holding my back. I got up quickly, trying my best to not wake him. I reached over to check my pager; it was for the ER. Some terrorist organization blew up a warehouse with both government workers, and civilians in it. I had to get there ASAP. I quickly threw on a more appropriate shirt and pants. I rushed to brush my hair and teeth, not bothering to put on makeup; people were dying. I ran down the stairs, grabbed a muffin from the pantry, I almost stopped to write a note, but my pager went off again, they hit another hospital, this one housed a VA. I put down the pen and ran to my car. I broke every speed limit from my house to the hospital. I could’ve sworn I saw the avengers jet fly by. This must be serious.

Buckys POV

I woke up to a cold and empty bed. I was surprised to find that she wasn’t there, considering it her house. Gotta say, this is the first time a girl has ever left her own house because of me. I saw a note on the counter, but it was blank. Weird. I looked out the window and saw Sam and Steve exiting my house. I ran up to them “what’s going on?” I said, my voice laced with worry. I’d hoped it didn’t have anything to do with her. “Well. It looks like someone had a fun night!” Sam said with a shit eating grin on his face “yeah. Not really, my neighbour was sick, so I helped her out.” They didn’t need to know what really happened “right…” Sam said chuckling “Sam.” Steve said, with warning in his voice. “Listen buck, I’m sorry I haven’t been to see you, we’ve been busy with tracking down a terrorist organisation. This morning, they hit a warehouse with civilians, then an hour later they attacked a hospital.” My heart dropped. “Which one?” I demanded “mercy veterans hospital.” Steve said, thank god. That’s not the one phoenix works at. “Buck. We need your help. I brought a suit that’s more fit for combat. We just need you to evacuate civilians and transport them to the hope general ER. We need you for this Bucky.” I immediately agreed. Anything to help. I got suited up, and noticed that my arm wasn’t covered. I knew phoenix worked at hope general, but I didn’t have time to worry about her seeing my arm. People were dying. Steve and I were in charge of searching the rubble for survivors, I wasn’t supposed to be in the fight. Something about PTSD. i couldn’t care less. As long as I can help.

My POV

captain freaking America. He dragged someone into my ER. Like, by the arm. This person was in rough shape so I ran up to him. I took the man’s pulse and looked at captain America “why did you drag him in here?! He needs help.” I demanded, wrenching my (now patients) arm out of his grasp. Two of my nurses lifted him into a wheelchair and away to a room. The captain tried to follow, I placed my hand on his chest firmly. “Yeah. I don’t think so. You’re not kin, so you’re not going back there. Talk to him when he’s discharged or get a warrant.” I said sternly “all due respect, he did this. He’s a terrorist.” He said, looking at me incredulously. “He’s a patient. My patient.” I turn to walk away but he grabs my arm. This gets the attention of my security, but I wave them off. “There are three-dozen people in my ER right now. If you have a problem, take it up with the specialists at the desk, and make an appointment. or come back with some injuries.” I say, looking at him, clearly challenging him.

He let go of my arm and apologized “I’m sorry, just please have someone keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t run.” “Do you have handcuffs?” I ask, he hands me a pair, and the keys “mkay. He’s not going anywhere. Captain” I said the last word teasingly and he smirked at me. I went to check on my patient, Dani already took his vitals, and started an IV. He was in pretty rough shape, had a ton of bruises forming, and pretty bad lacerations all over his body. If he really did plant a bomb, he didn’t get very far away from the blast. He may have been a terrorist, but it’s not my job to decide who lives and who dies.

It’s my job to help everyone. I threw the cuffs away, there’s no way I’m going to put handcuffs on a patient. I quickly went to examine him, his oxygen, blood pressure, and heart rate were all normal, but I was worried about internal bleeding. I called someone in to cut off his shirt so I could do an abdominal examination. I checked everything and determined he needed an MRI and X-RAY. Right as I exited the room, I heard a code blue. I went to run off to the room when someone called my name “doctor! Doctor stark!” I turned around and saw captain America walking towards me.

“Just a second! Someone’s dying!” I yelled “stop! There are other doctors! Someone’s dying out here!” I turned on my heel and ran to him “where?” He took off, and I followed him, falling a bit behind cuz he’s a super soldier. I saw who he meant. A teenage girl, trapped under a block of cement, likely the only thing holding her together. I hurried over there and took her pulse “it’s thready, but she has a pulse.” I checked her airway, nothing was blocking it. “Go get my portable kit! Second door on the left, combination 7718.” I examined her injuries while he dashed off to get my stuff.

“Steve? I’m not finding anyone els-“ said a familiar voice. I didn’t have time to figure out who it was “find me a scissors or a sharp knife and bring them to me!” Whoever it was slowly started walking towards me “oh for gods sakes! Hurry u- Bucky?!” I say, turning towards the man. I was greeted with the sight of my neighbor, in a leather super suit, and a metal arm. Well that explains some things. He offered me a knife, looking at the ground. Then the captain jogged up with my kit. “Your security tried to stop me, that’s why I took so long. Oh, hey buck. what’s up?”

I went to work on my patient, vaguely listening to their convo. “I’m not finding anyone else, there’s no more heat signatures, The dogs are coming up empty. I think we’ve cleared the rubble.” I cut her shirt off, and immediately noticed a deep laceration on her side, over the RLQ. I covered the wound in gauze, and continued examining her body. When I got to her legs, she woke up and began flailing, dislodging her legs from the rubble. Well, part of them. She lost both legs right about where the femoral artery is. She was quickly bleeding out. “What’s your name, honey?” I asked her. “Marcy, Marcy Taylor. My moms name is Becky” I looked at Steve and Bucky “go find her mom. I don’t know how long she has.” I mouthed that last part. I managed to bandage her legs, so the blood loss slowed.

Unfortunately, she’d already lost about a litre of blood, and the legs weren’t clotting “I- I have a DNR.” She coughed out “I don’t want you to save my life, I just want you to find my mom. I need to say goodbye.” Her mom began sprinting up, kneeling next to her dying daughter. They said their goodbyes, and the daughter passed away. I hugged the woman while she sobbed into my shoulder. “Do you have any other family? Anyone you can see? Who can help you?” I ask gently. “M-my s-son. He-he’s in room 2-229.” She stuttered, hyperventilating. I motioned for Steve to take her to him. They walked off, leaving me with Bucky alone. “Listen, phoenix, I’m sor-“ “we need to get her body to the coroner. Think you can handle that? I’ll send someone out.” I say, walking away “stop! Phe, please. I need to tel-“ I cut him off again. “We’ll talk later! For now, I have a job to do, and so do you barnes.” I didn’t even stop to look back.

I meant what I said, about having a job to do. The talking however, not so much. I planned on avoiding him from now on. Well that wouldn’t end up working out. I got back to the ER and went to check the board, only to not find my name. “Where’s my patient list?” I ask the head nurse. A voice from behind answers “you’re going home, dr.stark.” My boss told me “go home, rest, and come in next Tuesday. You’re not on call anymore, you need a break.” I was going to protest, but my body had other plans. I let out a weak “okay” before heading out the door to my car.

I cried the whole way home. I felt pathetic, but I just lost another patient, Bucky is an avenger, and I’m so tired I’d rather sleep than do anything else. But I couldn’t. I had stuff I needed to take care of first. I had to talk to Bucky, I told myself I wouldn’t, but even I knew that wasn’t gonna happen. I pulled into my driveway, seeing him already standing on my porch. I hit the steering wheel, and let out a defeated cry. I couldn’t get five seconds to decompress.

i stepped out of my car, and Bucky headed straight for me. “Phe, we need to talk. About yesterday, about last night, about today, and about everything. Please.” I walked past him, on the verge of tears again. He trailed me so close, I could smell his cologne. “Phoenix! Please!” He said, trying to get ahead of me, I just walked around him and pulled him with me when he tried to stop me. “If you wanna talk, we’re talking on my terms. I’m exhausted, frustrated, confused, angry, and so much more. Come inside and we can talk there.” We walked into my house and went upstairs “stay down here please. I need a minute.” While I was upstairs, I changed out of my scrubs, washed my face, and took a hydroxyzine.

I lay on the floor of my room for a few minutes, trying to destress. I walked downstairs after a few minutes, bucky was sitting at the table, wringing his hands. I sat across from him. “Talk. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t kick you out of my house right now.” I said refusing to make eye contact. “Phoenix, I’m sorry. I should’ve been up front about who I am, I just sort of hoped you either knew and didn’t care, or you wouldn’t find out. I didn’t want you to be afraid of me. I’m sorry” he said somberly. He was still in the suit from earlier. After a moment of silence he reached for my hand.

I let him take it. “I understand why you’re afraid. If you need me to go, I will. But if I can do anything to earn back your trust, I’ll do it.” I scoffed at that “what trust?! You watching me while I shower? Hiding the fact you’re a damn avenger? And oh, I don’t know, the fact you have a metal arm?!” I shouted at him. I yanked my hand from his grip. He gave me a look similar to a kicked puppy. “I forgive you for being a creep, and you didn’t even give me the damn decency to tell me who you are!? I mean, weve been “friends” (air quotes) for a few weeks. You slept in my bed, and yet you didn’t think that maybe, just maybe, the fact you are a damn super soldier, have a metal arm, or the fact that- I don’t know.

I shouldn’t need to give you more examples. Hell, I don’t even need to explain myself to you! I don’t know why I am.” I say, getting up from my seat and walking to the kitchen. “ya know, I thought you were this great – albiet secretive – guy. Well, I come to find out you get your rocks off watching women bathe. And- DAMN IT!” I yell that last part, accidentally slicing my hand open. “And I just can catch a single fucking break.” I finish, reaching for the paper towels. Bucky starts to walk over to me, but stops himself. I wrap the cut with a damp paper towel. It’s not too deep so just my makeshift bandage would be enough.

I start breaking down, tears streaming down my face- not from the pain, but from the stress. Bucky crossed the room quickly, wrapping his arms around me firmly. His touch sent shockwaves through my body, straight to my core. He was not expecting me to hug back, but also not letting me escape his embrace. I tensed up for a moment, but then relaxed in his arms, some of the stress melting away. My arms were pinned to my chest, so I just let him hold me, resting my forehead on his chest. “I’m sorry phe. I never meant to hurt you. and I’m so sorry that I did.” He said sincerely. I nuzzled my head into his chest, letting out a sob. He began petting my hair “I know, I know sweetheart.” He said comfortingly. He pulled me back by my arms “are you okay phoenix? I’m sorry for calling you sweetheart.”

I smiled up at him “I didn’t mind buck.” I smiled at him, a mischievous look in my eye. He looked down at me skeptically, so I went on “ya know, I meant what I said last night, and I really appreciate you not doing anything while I was intoxicated, but I’m not now…” I look at him with a glint in my eyes. He hesitantly reached for the sides of my face, gently tilting my head up, and placed his lips against mine. My eyes fluttered closed, savoring the kiss. He pulled away after a moment, attempting to read my reaction. In response to this, I threaded my hands through his hair, kissing him passionately.

He kissed back hungrily, his hands beginning to roam my body. He gripped my ass, making me gasp. He took advantage of that and slid his tongue into my mouth. He broke the kiss for just a moment to tell me “jump.” And continued kissing me. I hesitated, breaking away to ask “what? Are you sur-“ he slapped my ass “jump.” And for a moment, he looked concerned “was that okay?” I nodded, enjoying the slight pain. I jumped up and he caught me, wrapping my legs around him. I put my arms around his neck, stabilizing myself. He smiled up at me and carried me up the stairs easily, his hands gripping my thighs. He kicked my bedroom door open, shutting it behind us. He did all this while kissing me. he slowly laid me down on my bed, climbing over me. He moved me up to the pillows, his lips moving to my neck. He quickly found the spot that, I didn’t even know existed. I let out a moan when he sucked on the delicate skin. He pulled on the hem of my shirt, so I put my arms up, letting him take it off. I, in turn, did the same with his, in the moment he and I were separated, I admired his body, running my hands up his chest and down his arms- both of them. I looked up at him with nothing but trust. He began to tug off my pants, leaving me in just my undergarments. He went to continue, but I stopped him “buck, wait. Please” he looked at me worriedly

Bucky POV (short)

My heart dropped when she told me to stop. I had thought she was enjoying herself. I immediately felt like shit for misreading the situation.

My POV

“Buck, wait. Please.” He looked at me worriedly. “I-I’ve never done this before…” I said, unable to look him in the eyes. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Do you want me to stop?” My eyes got wide “no! No, just please be gentle. I heard it hurts really bad, but I need you Bucky.” I say. “I’ll take care of you honey, I’ll make you feel good. Do you trust me?” I nodded, and he went to work removing my bra.

Bucky POV (short)

She’s a virgin. I thought she was going to tell me to stop, but she wants me to take her virginity. I was gonna make damn sure her first time was incredible, but that also meant that I need to hold back a bit. I couldn’t wait to have her begging for my cock, but that would have to wait.

My POV

He went to work removing my bra, massaging my breasts in a way I’d never done before. It felt amazing. He twisted one of my nipples, watching my face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He took my other one into his mouth, sucking the sensitive nub. I moaned out, I was already so deep in pleasure and he’d hardly done anything. He trailed kisses down my abdomen, pulling my panties off when he got to my core. I shivered when the cold air hit my wet pussy. He kissed my clit, making me jump “wha-what are you doing?!” I asked, insanely confused “I’m gonna use my mouth sweetheart. Is that okay?” I nodded “do you trust me?” I nodded again. He ran his tongue up my clit, making me moan. He groaned at the taste of my arousal. He circled his tongue around my clit, and gently suckled on it. I threw my head back and moaned. I had never even imagined anything feeling this good. I felt the familiar burning sensation through my body and moaned out something close to “imgunnacum-“ then the best orgasm of my life washed over my body.

My legs were trembling, Bucky holding them in place. He didn’t stop. He kept eating me out like I was his last meal. I was shaking from the overstimulation, but he kept going. He kept going until I came again. After, he moved down to my entrance, and dipped his tongue inside of me. This I was not expecting. I clenched around his tongue, making him moan. He removed his mouth and replaced it with one of his fingers, gently pushing it inside of me. He mumbled something like “fuck you’re so damn tight.” I gasped at the intrusion, his fingers were longer than mine, and about twice as thick. He didn’t move it though, which surprised me “wha-“ he cut me off “let me know when you’re ready for me to move, baby”. I waited for a moment, and the sting gradually went down. “O-okay” I said, he slowly started pumping his finger, curling it slightly to caress the soft spot inside of me, yet another thing I didn’t know about.

I mewled at the sensation, swearing I was seeing stars. “Ohgod Bucky!” He smirked up at me, his eyes meeting mine “you like that baby? Hm?” I nodded. He continued pleasuring me, slowly adding another finger, stretching me out even more. Tears pricked at my eyes, it kinda hurt to be stretched like this. Noticing this, he went to work again with his mouth, giving kitten licks to my clit, taking it in his mouth and sucking. I threw my head back, distracted from the pain. I whined out his name as I came undone a third time “that’s it baby, let go for me.” He murmured. He climbed up by body, hesitantly putting his fingers to my mouth. I opened my mouth, sucking his fingers clean. “There you go, that’s my good girl.” I moaned, relishing the praise.

He stripped off his boxers, pumping himself a few times, spreading precum over the head of his dick. He’s even bigger than I thought. My eyes widened with anxiety. He looked at me, worry and anticipation laced his features. “Are you ready honey? This might hurt. Are you sure you want to do this? I will NOT be upset if you decide not to.” I looked at him “get inside me Bucky- just be careful please. I’m kinda scared.” He lined himself up with my entrance. Looking into my eyes, he slowly pressed the tip in, stretching me out. I gasped out at the sensation, making him stop. “You okay sweetheart?” I nodded and he continued easing in. I’ll be honest, it stung like hell. But I wouldn’t have traded it for the world. Getting to share this moment with him?incredible. I had my eyes screwed shut from the pain “look at me honey” I opened my eyes, wincing. He was only about four inches in at this point. With my silent consent, he continued. My eyes began to fill with tears as he tore my hymen.

He bent down and kissed the tears on my cheeks. This small romantic gesture filled my heart. It took a few more minutes before he was fully inside of me. He laid against my body, giving me time to adjust. Slowly, the pain began to melt into pleasure, the lines between the two blurring. I rocked my hips experimentally, moaning at the instant pleasure it gave me. I felt so incredibly full. He got back up “how do you feel honey?” He asked gruffly, clearly restraining himself “so… so full…” I whined. “Am I okay to move?”

I rocked my hips again, moaning even louder than before. “Yes” with that he pulled almost all the way out of me, and slowly thrust back in. I was being so loud I would’ve been worried about my neighbors hearing, except of course, one was deaf and the other was balls deep inside of me right now. He continued this pace, making out with me, kissing me sweetly. I broke away from him “buck- ah! Pl-please go- ohmygod! Fas-ter” I said, struggling to speak between moaning and panting. He happily obliged, moving his hips a little faster. He was stabilizing himself with his arms above my head.

I reached up for his left arm-the metal one- and placed it against my throat. His eyes got wide, and he squeezed my throat, testing my reaction. I loved the sensation it gave me, my moans growing louder and more frequent. He sped his pace even more, making me see stars. He reached his other hand down and began rubbing my clit. I came around his cock, his face buried in the crook of my neck. He was clearly close too, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and erratic. “Ohhfuck baby… god I’m Gonna cum. Where do you want me to-“ I cut him off, tugging on his hair “cum inside of me Bucky.” He hesitated for a moment, but then started thrusting harder and faster. He leaned down and kissed me, sweet and soft, while he came inside of me. I could feel his warm cum filling my pussy and leaking out. He continued thrusting slowly, riding out his orgasm. His body collapsed on top of mine, still buried deep inside me, the white fluid dripping out of my cunt.

“That was-“ I started, cutting myself off “wow.” Bucky finished. He rolled over, letting himself slide out of me, and gently picked me up, carrying me to the bathroom. He set me down on the counter, and grabbed a small towel, running it under warm water. He cleaned me up, then himself. He ran some warm water in my large bathtub, and set me in it. I was pretty much dazed and in shock over what just happened. “Sweetheart?” Bucky said, trying to snap me out of my daze. I hummed in response “do you have bubbles?” He blushed, seeing the fucked out expression on my face. “Ye-yeah, top shelf. I motioned for it. He dropped some in, causing the water to smell of lavender and bubble up. He slid in next to me, pulling me flush against his chest. “Are you okay, honey?” tilting my head up to meet his eyes, “perfect..” I mumbled. I snuggled closer to him, and began dozing off, consumed by the warmth of him, and the water while he started rubbing my back.

PLEASE let me know how this was!! Didn’t proofread so it might be terrible

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hey guys, so im new to this so if anyone has any tips to writing, or requests, please lmk.... open to writing literally anything, im a kinky bitch so if y'all want dom!reader, dom!bucky, dark!dom!bucky, dark!dom!reader... i'd love to write your fantasies lol. i also write supernatural stuff (sam, dean, etc.)

rules (the only things off limits): nothing involving minors... thats about it

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phoenixstark1708 · 7 months

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bucky barnes being subby :]

smut 18+

warnings: slight BDSM, switch!reader, switch!bucky, some slapping, some degradation, desperate bucky, slight dumbification, chains (on bucky), praise, mean names, pet names, single tear, threats of orgasm denial.... lmk if i missed anything

summary: bucky is turned on by the reader (first person) being dom, and he gets a little tied up, after the reader gets the... yk... she switches to sub lol

pairings: buckyxfem!reader, sub!buckyxdom!reader, switch!buckyxswitch!reader.........

kinda shit, but that aight.

basically p0rn without pl0t

"so needy for me baby boy. you think you earned my pussy yet? hm?" I undressed, he was laying on the bed, practically begging me to make him feel good. "yes" he nearly shouted"yes what?" I smirked, climbing up.to straddle him, i slap his face "yes ma'am" he breathed "good boy"

he was basically whining, fucking desperate for me. "how?" I asked "what?" "how have you earned it?" "i-" he stuttered "exactly. lemme tell you how this is gonna go. you are gonna watch me cum on your stomach" i grabbed a viberator "and you are not going to touch me. at all." I turn on the vibe, grinding down on his lower abdomen/upper thighs, feeling him achingly hard under his clothes. he hasnt taken anything off yet. "strap in little whore. this may take a while."

I was masturbating on him, and he was watching me like a lion stalks a gizelle. it was extremely hot to be able to take control like this. i intentionally supressed my moans, and noises, just to piss him off. he gripped my thighs and ass and i ripped his hands away "did i not tell you that you werent allowed to touch me?" he threw his head back and groaned, frustrated and dissapointed that i wasnt letting him touch me. i slapped his face a little "watch me baby" he did as he was told and observed the way my body reacted to the vibrator. after a few minutes, he tried to grab at me again, causing me to grab both of his arms and shove them to be alligned with his head "you do that again, you're not cumming for a week." his eyes got wide "but-" i cut him off "no. shut up you stupid little cumslut. Don’t make me punish you baby.” he looked equally frusterated and turned on by my controlling nature. Usually, he’s the one in control, but he definitely wasn’t complaining. “you know, if you’d let me touch you, you wouldve cum by now.” I ignored his comment, feeling myself getting close.

A fimiliar heat welled up inside of me. I let out a high-pitched whine as I came, my muscles convulsing. I made sure that he had a clear view of me as I closed my eyes. When I slowly came down from the orgasm, I looked at him. His nostrils were flared, and there was an unbelievably hot fire in his eyes.

I liked the feeling of control, being able to dominate a 6’5” man. Wow. I ran my fingers through his hair, bending so that my tits were right above his face. He shot me a pleading look, almost as if to beg me to let him suck on my brests. I smiled sweetly “there you go” I cooed “so you can listen to directions.” he whined. That was one of the hottest sounds I'd ever heard.

I leaned over to kiss his neck, reaching to grab his arms. I placed his hands on my thighs, giving them a little squeeze to give him permission to grope me. He heaved a sigh of relief and started massaging my flesh as I kissed his stubbled neck.

I trailed kisses up his jaw, and to his nose, planting a small one directly on his nose. I kissed him, feeling his hands run up my back, and tangle into my hair, not pulling, just there. I did the same, and tugged on his hair, making him moan into the kiss. I slid my tounge into his mouth, taking the control he surrendered to me.

I started grinding down on him, loving the groans he was emitting. I smirked and pulled away, my hands roaming his chest “hands baby” he sighed and let his hands fall to his sides. I went further down, pulling his shirt above his head. I shamelessly admired the man before me, abs glistening with sweat.

I pulled off his pants, leaving the boxers. I went lower, so my head was above his crotch, and started palming his clothed cock. He moaned loudly, and tried to buck his hips up, desperate for more relief. I pulled my hand away and he let out a sob. “pl-please! I n-need…” he begged “what to you need, honey?” I asked, a mischevious smile making its way to my lips “you!” He cried out “mhm, you have me, don’t you?” He whimpered “I need you to touch me… please” he whispered “okay sweet boy”.

I rubbed his cock through his boxers, loving the reaction I got. He sighed, and visibly relaxed. “Feel good?” He nodded, looking into my eyes with a mixture or adoration and pleasure. I stopped my movements, “n-no! Please-” I cut him off “use your words, handsome.” “Yes! Yes it feels good ma’am” he emphasized that last word, knowing that it would encourage me to give his what he wanted. I pulled off his boxers, his huge cock springing free, dripping with precum. I groaned at the sight, leaning down to lick it off the tip.

His hands flew to my hair, trying to push my head down. I tore his hands off of me “really Bucky?! You’re asking for punishment at this point.” I sighed. His eyes welled up with tears “plea-please! I can’t take it anymore! I need something!” I crawled up his body “I was going to give it to you, bubba. But someone couldn’t wait like a good boy, and decided to break the ONE rule I gave you.”

A tear rolled down his cheek and i leaned down and kissed it off his face “tell me what you want baby. I’m not touching you, and your not touching yourself, yet. What do you want, hun?” A blush blossomed on his cheeks “can you- can you sit on my face?” His words went directly to my core, just dampening at the thought of it. But, I couldn’t. I was punishing him, not rewarding him. I knew the one thing he wanted, was to either be the one pleasuring me, or to have me pleasuring him. “Hmm…” he looked confused and worried. “No.” He nearly screamed “please!!! I-PLEASE!” I wanted so bad to give him what he wanted. “Stay here.” I walked to the closet, and dug around a bit, looking for four the sets of chains I had.

With his strength, and metal arm, he could easily break through rope or handcuffs, but he wouldn’t be able to break these chains, having been enchanted. I found them, glowing a slight blue color. I also saw something else on my way out, a blindfold. That gave me some ideas. I walked out, my new toys behind my back.

He looked at me curiously, trying to see what I had. I was grinning when I dropped them on the ground, making his eyes go wide. I tied his metal arm to a bedpost, making sure he wouldn’t escape. I tied the other hand, and his legs, having him spread out, in a starfish position. Then, I reached for the blindfold, making sure that he was looking at my ass.

He let out a strangled noise, needing a release. I climbed up, straddling him. I reached up to his head, and put the blindfold on him, not covering his eyes. He gave me a puppydog look, silently begging me to make him feel good, to not punish him any more. I slid the blindfold over his eyes, causing him to look absolutely defeated.

I began rubbing my hands down his sides, leaving hickeys down his chest. When I got lower, I licked up his abs, on my knees between his legs. I slid my hand down to my pussy, letting out a loud moan. Bucky struggled against the chains thrashing his head. I continued rubbing my clit, moaning obnoxiously, just to torture him.

I stopped touching myself, telling myself I wouldn’t cum unless he was the one to draw it out of me. I got off the bed and ghosted my hand over his inner thigh, making him shudder. At this point, I couldn’t take it anymore. I straddled him, and rubbed my pussy on his dick. “You wanted me to sit on your face?” He nodded “yes! Please! Please, ma’am.” I positioned myself over his face, removing the blindfold. His face lit up, looking at me for permission. I nodded, silently giving him permission. He wasted no time getting to work, craning his neck to reach me. “Please sit, mommy.” He begged “don’t hover, please just sit. Two taps of the tongue if I need a break.”

I rested my weight on his face, his mouth immediately latching onto my clit. I threw my head back in pleasure, gripping the headboard to steady myself. He lapped desperately at my pussy, bucking his hips to try and get any form of stimulation. He tapped his tongue twice, so I sat up. He looked at me in desperation, motioning with his eyes to his crotch “..please” he simpered. “Okay baby” I went to move down his body, but he protested “wait… I still wanna taste you…” I grinned, and repositioned my body, so my mouth was over his dripping cock, and my pussy over his mouth.

I ground myself against his face, mewling as he dipped his tongue into my hole. I took his weeping dick in my hand, and spread the copious amount of precum over the tip. I licked it up, and took him in my mouth. I swirled my tongue on the tip, causing him to moan, and suck even more aggressively, sending vibrations through me. I whined loudly, taking him further into my mouth. Normally, I would only be able take around four or five inches into my mouth, but I both wanted to challenge myself, and I wanted to make him feel as good as he was making me feel. So, I tried to take all of him at once, all 10.5 inches.

I got to around 7~ inches before I felt the need to gag, I held it off though, and was able to take all of him. He broke away from my pussy, and started to praise me “good job baby” he cooed. I relished his praise, but I was the dominant one right now. I popped him out of my mouth “mhm. Keep going brat.” He groaned, clearly wanted me to forfeit control, but that wasn’t gonna happen. Not yet.

I bobbed my head, moaning around his cock. I could feel myself getting dangerously close “ohgod” I whined “oohhh imgonnacum” that spurred him on even more, eating me out like I was his last meal. I gushed over his face, crying out in pleasure. He lapped up everything I offered him, groaning at the taste of my cum. “just like honey” he mumbled. I resumed my movements on his cock, but he paused “baby… ohfuck sweetheart im gettting close..” he warned, hinting at me to stop. I did, untying the chains on his legs, then I turned around so I was hovering over his dick

. He fought against the chains some more, silently praying for me to release them. I was going to, but not yet. I lined him up with my entrance, and slowly sank down. He bucked his hips, searching out pleasure. This action hurt me, because no matter how many times we’ve done this, ill never get used to his size. I gasped from the pain, causing him to get worried “shit- im sorry sweetheart, are you okay?” I nodded, and placed my hands on his chest, slowly getting used to the intrusion.

After a few moments, I stirred my hips, moaning loudly. I began riding him, slowly, bracing myself. He was tugging on the chains so hard, I thought they might break. I knew they couldn’t, but his desperation was insanely hot, telling me that he needed me just as much as I needed him. He was physically holding himself back from thrusting up into me.

I kept riding him as I laid on his chest, resting my head in the crook of his neck. “Baby… can I…?” He asked as he gently rolled his hips up, meeting mine. I whimpered and nodded. He continued his ministrations, sending sparks through me. I reached up, putting my tits into his face. He took a nipple into his mouth, and sucked, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. I undid the chains on his hands. his hands immediately going to my waist, pushing me down further onto his cock.

He started thrusting up harder, taking some of the control that I was offering. I was still laying on his chest when he spoke up “need me to take control, baby?” I whined and nodded “hmm? To cockdrunk now?” I didn’t respond, my brain frying. “Huh baby? You’re all controlling until you get a dick in you, huh.” He slowed down a bit, and flipped us over, never fully stopping his thrusts.

He put his flesh hand around my throat, swirling his vibranum fingers around my clit. “Ya know what I’ve been thinking about this whole time?” He asked “wha-ohgod-what?” I panted “making you squirt for me. Deepthroated me so well, I’m gonna reward you sweets.” I let out a confused sort of squeak, having never squirted before, and also unable to form a coherent thought. “Oh honey, I know how to- fuck honey you’re taking me so well- I know how to make you -ughhg- squirt. Holy shit sweetheart, you’re squeezing the life out of me.” I relished in his praise, loving that I was the one causing him to feel that good.

He reached down and put two fingers inside of me, curling them a bit and pumping them in and out. It was insane, the feeling of his cock and his fingers made me see stars. “Fuckkkk Bucky I’m so close” I wailed “let go for me baby, I’m not far behind.” With that, the coil in my belly snapped, and I nearly screamed out, cumming hard. Just like he said, he made me squirt. All over his lower stomach. He removed his fingers, lifting my leg for leverage to fuck me deeper. “Ohgod hun I’m so fucking close baby. Can I cum inside you? Huh baby?” I nodded rapidly, loving the warm feeling of his cum inside of me. “YESS Ohgod Bucky cum for me” he let out a grunt as he came, legs shivering.

He continued thrusting, riding out the orgasm. He took a few more minutes before collapsing on top of me, head buried in the crook of my neck, cock still sheathed inside of me. He flipped us over so I was laying on his chest. I nuzzled my head into him, adoring the warmth coming from his body.

After a little while of him rubbing my back, I sat up, letting him slide out of me. “We gotta get cleaned up buck” I chuckled. He easily got up, carrying me to the bathroom. he sat me on the counter while he grabbed a couple of clean washcloths, running them under warm water. He handed me one, and he took the other. I cleaned myself off, and turned to see him, staring at me with affection in his eyes. “what?” I laughed.

He picked me up, and held me close to his chest as he walked back to the bed. He laid me down and snuggled in next to me, facing me. “was that okay? I was worried you were upset with me..” I tangled my hand through his hair, planting a light kiss on his forehead. “it was perfect, buck. I could never be upset with you for needing me as much as I need you.” we cuddled with each other, and fell asleep, embracing each other the whole night.

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