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chaashni · 2 years
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Drummer Bucky is a filthy little tease and man- your patience is running low.
Warnings: Smut. Switch characters. Dom/sub undertones. Chastity devices. Teasing. A great deal of teasing. The 'horny bitch hour'. Face sitting. Ab riding. This is dirty damnnn.
Patience is a tricky little bitch sometimes. You find your lower lip a little swollen from all the biting and suckling it has been subjected to in the last few hours, your beefy hunk of a boyfriend stealing every chance to grab your face, sweep your breath out of your lungs like it's nobody's business and go back to goofing around with his bandmates.
Fuck him.
Bucky's fingers curl around the glass of scotch easily, an arm languidly wrapped around your waist. His ring covered knuckles graze past the hem of your shirt to trickle on your waist, chuckling to something funny that Torres says, absently pulling you closer to his chest.
If you get any closer, you think you'd burst. Bucky knows it too- that little shit. He deliberately wets his lips, thumping the glass on the table with a 'clank' and spinning it till it reaches a point away from the edge of the glass surface. Sam's warning of "Watch it, Barnes" goes ignored as your boyfriend steels his eyes on yours, trailing his gaze downwards, from your lips over to his hands.
Oh damn.
Bucky fumbled around a little, pretending to search for something. Discretion flies out of the window as he shifted you on his lap, nestling you into his chest possessively and grinning as you yelp when your ass lands over his erection.
Way to go, Buck.
You've barely made through the shock of his boner poking through your pants, an airy gasp spraying out of your lips when you find him nonchalantly twirling a drumstick in his hands.
His palm stopped hovering at your waist, streaking forward and splaying over your stomach, crushing you against himself.
"What are you doing?" You whispered, accidentally moaning as his erection brushes the inside of your thighs. Your lips are under assault again, but this time it's your teeth tucking them in, faint lines of embarrassment perfuming your face as you cuddle closer to him, your eyes never leaving his hands as he flips to drumstick around.
"Having fun, kitten."
If this moment was taped and edited, those papery pink dews would definitely be sprayed all over it, because you both looked that part- mushy lovers who cannot get their hands off of each other. If the tape was given to your friends, they would add some devil's horns and vampire red eyes or have smoke come out of your heads because they knew what little shits you and Bucky were. Especially when you were sitting this close and you were a few shots in.
Your friend group called such moments 'The horny bitch hour'. These annoying little fuckets that you loved so much would place bets on who would snap first, who'd drag who to the first empty space, who'd be the first to be loud. And damn, your drummer had some interesting gambits in these situations, his skilled fingers and twitching lips orchestrating ways to get under your skin, both figuratively and literally.
You were fuming today. The early December chill and your discarded jacket didn't hold two cents to the heat storm erupting in your body. Every teasing touch of Bucky's fingers, every testing lick placed on your skin, each perfectly timed swipe of his knuckles along your neck had your skin burn in electrical flames, the cozy atmosphere your best friend had tried to create sweltering to a blue hot raze. Bucky Barnes worked like that. He had you dripping between your thighs with one look, your nipples erect with one graze of his knuckles down your side.
You sucked in a gasp, chest heaving as your fingers shakily cover your drummer's, his long fingers magnetizingly hot under yours. Bucky's tongue was tracing his lips again, a lock of hair dangling in front of his face. He didn't quite stop his conversation with Steve, dropping the drumstick and cuffing your hand under his, intertwining your fingers. With a sly smirk thrown your way, he brought your hand up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around your index and sucking it without a shame in the world.
"Bucky," you gasped, huffing before you grit your jaws together, shuffling back and grinding on his lap.
"Kitten," he retaliated, having the nerve to give you an innocent enough smirk
"Stop it." You tried to sound like you mean it, voice levelled and steelier, your attempts at dominance working.
Bucky stopped on command. His eyes glinted a little sharper, your hand rising to play with the collars of his leather jacket as he gave your finger a final suck, innocently popping it out of his mouth. Another dizzying grin thrown your way. Another attempt to grind you against his erection. Another subtle flex of his arms as he shifted in his place, spreading his thighs. Another smile threwaway smile granted to you before he was grabbing his drumstick and twirling it around again.
"Your word's the law here baby girl. You make the rules."
Fuck. Him.
You were done.
You were glad Elena lived just a few blocks away, the December chill and Bucky's arm tightly wrapped around your waist being the only reason you hadn't jumped his bones right against some streetlamp or on the road itself. You had your eyes fixed on the little light spraying out of your bedroom, one which you had very conveniently forgotten to switch off, knowing you would both be stumbling inside haphazardly, attacking each other with a flurry of hungry lips and teeth and tongue.
So that's how this is going to be.
"Hey," Bucky started, drawing out his words, a little slurry from the alcohol and despite your indignation, you found yourself grinning.
"Hey, stranger," you started, grabbing him by the collar of his jacket and pulling him in for a kiss. Before things could get filthy, thigh, Bucky pulled back, smacking another kiss at the corner of your lips before giving you a once over.
"You should come through tonight. You seem like fun. I got drinks. Drums. Toys. The good stuff." He added a wink and you burst into a laughing fit, giggling against his shoulder.
"You're inviting me to fuck you?"
His grin reminaed, eyes darker, boring into yours intently. He inched his hand from your waist to your hair, wrapping it around his knuckles before he tugged it down, baring your neck to him. He breathed down your throat, coming impossibly closer and smirking at your hitched breaths, his tongue tracing a curve from your collarbone up to your jaw. He pressed his lips to your earlobe, growling low.
"We both know who's gonna be begging to get fucked tonight." He takes your earlobe between his teeth, biting lightly.
He can fucking wish.
Bucky had barely twisted the key in the keyhole, the door barely open and a streak of light streaming out, when you pounced.
It wasn't graceful, it wasn't on point. You hadn't even realized you were drunk till you were bouncing on your feet, your head in the clouds and vision dizzy as your boyfriend tried to steady you, bringing you crashing down to his chest and stumbling backwards at it.
Bucky grunted as you almost ripped his leather jacket off his shoulders, your nails digging into his chest through his tee as you shoved him inwards. Your drummer grinned, easily spinning you around and kicking the door shut dismissively behind him. Before you could pull him down for a kiss, he spun you around again, dipping you down and crashing his mouth on yours.
You grabbed for the collars of his jacket, finally doing away with the offensive material keeping you from your man before you were grabbing his face. You stumbled backwards, blindly letting Bucky navigate you to the bedroom before you felt his hands cup your ass, metal fingers running down from the crack of your ass and swatting the back of your thighs.
You yelped, feeling the corners of Bucky's lips lift in a condescending smirk as you inhaled sharply. Flesh fingers pinched your chin and lifted your face up, his tongue snaking its way into your mouth and exploring every corner, devouring your taste and leaving you breathless. He pushed you towards the bedroom door, his body slotted against yours, movements moulding into one as he unzipped your jeans, the fuzzy material of your sweater already bunched up midway through your chest.
Just a second before giving in, though, something in you snapped. Your eyes shot open, landing on Bucky's hands, the beautiful balck and gold caressing the underside of your boobs, and it's warm pair journeying all across back, slipping past your jeans and cupping your ass.
Why does he get to have all the fun?
He had spent the evening teasing you, didn't he? He had you on the edge all through it, your thighs clenching and panties destroyed from the heated stares and lustful touches. The groping, the kisses. What should have been a wholesome evening between friends turned out to be you hypnotized by that god annoying drumsticks which you adore so much, panting and heaving and biting back moans as the boys throw back shot after shot, laughter and giggles and scoffs running around the room.
This was your time now.
How you both ended up on the floor was something you had no idea for, nor did you possess the imagination to think of just how you both had stumbled down, an entangled mess of limbs and half-discarded clothes which you tried to roll off of your skin, your lips pulling you towards the other.
The carpet burned against your knees as you scampered over to Bucky, ripping his shirt off of his shoulders before you pushed him down, straddling him.
"Woah, kitten." A string of curses escaped Bucky's mouth as you wasted no time in pulling his jeans down his hips, his cock slapping against his abs as you pulled his boxers down harshly, cutting off his swearing with a heated kiss.
"What, is it too much?" You tease, panting against his mouth as he kisses you hungrily, cold fingers curling around your wrist. He pulls your fingers away from where you are marking up his abs, angry red lines springing over his skin entrancingly. You slap his hands off, pinning him to the carpet by his broad shoulders before running your lips filthily over his pout.
"I make the rules, don't I?" You cooed, looking menacingly at your drummer, drinking in the sight of him, all veins and muscles and metal- pure perfection, sprawled under you. His adam's apple bobs in his throat as he gulps down, hissing out a gravelly "fuck" before his hands hover over your waist, a charming smirk on his lips as he shrugs.
"Use me all you want, babygirl."
That's what brought you here. Bucky's cock locked in a cock cage, your thighs convulsing as his hands held on to your calves, your head thrown back with each furious lick of his tongue over your pussy, your juices running all over his face.
You had dragged him into your room, pushing him down to the bed and swallowing his giddy smirk as he allowed you to outpower him, complying as you asked him to. You teased his shaft, kissing the tip of his cock and pumping it before bringing it into your mouth, your drummer's slow smirk slowly fading as his face contorted with pleasure. He had his lips tucked between his teeth, his metal hand in your hair as you guided his length to your mouth, the veiny spurts of his girth pulsating under your fingers, precum wetting your hands. You took him in your mouth, slowly, methodically, the months of training your mouth to take him entirely paying off as your beefy boyfriend groaned above you.
Then, to give him a taste of his medicine, you pulled yourself back, letting his cock jump out of your mouth with a pop. Bucky's disbelieving glare amplified when you took his metal hand, which remained frozen cold around this time of the year, and wrapped it around his shaft. When he was groaning in disbelief and flaccid enough, you smirked devilishly, clicking the cock cage around him, straddling him all over again. Your lips pressed to every part of his neck, your teeth marking their trial against his throbbing pulse. Your fingers ran all through his back as you rode his arm, your mewls turning into shrieks as the metal whirred under you, the vibrations deliciously drumming against your pussy and making you wet in a way only Bucky could manage to do it.
You rode his abs next. "Use me." That's what Bucky had said, and you, you were his good girl. How could you not listen to what he says?
"You like this, don't ya?" Bucky chuckled as you whined and groaned, his fingertips denting your waist as you spluttered and crush the sheets under your fingertips, a familiar coil burning in your stomach. Your thighs burned from rocking against his skin, his cold arm lingering over your breasts, your nipples tingly and popped up from all the suckling it had been subjected to.
Bucky groaned under you, his abs glistening from your wetness, a layer of sweat and musk and sex perfuming your room. You gasped and heaved, your breasts swaying over his face for him to tease, covered with just as many hickeys and bites as you had scattered all over his chest, your hair all fuzzy from his constant tugging.
You might have been the one on top, and Bucky might have been the one with a cock cage, groaning and cursing each time he moved, but you both knew who was in charge.
"See the mess you've made on me," Bucky hums as you place both your hands on his chest and fall forward in a heap, a spike of pleasure burning down your spine at the narrow brush of his fingers on your clit. He cups your face, tenderly swiping a matted coil of hair away from your cheeks before capturing your bottom lip in his mouth, his neck arching to chase your lips as you try to sit up. "My filthy little kitten."
You moan into his mouth, resolve breaking as you give into the temptation of his lips. You curse as he sucks your tongue with eager lips, his hand brushing lightly over your throbbing clit, your juices dripping into a wet patch in his chiseled abs.
"C'mere." Bucky grunted, cuffing the back of your neck and pulling you away from him. A veiny hand grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he gazed at you like you were some goddess for him to corrupt and ruin, before it slid down and wrapped around your throat. "Do you wanna cum tonight?"
The pressure on your jugular increased as you nodded your head, a condescending smirk sent your way as his flesh hand travelled down your spine and smacked your ass, five fingers burning over your skin.
"Sit on my face then. We'll see how much longer you can stay on top."
Bucky smacked your ass again, lifting you up and dragging himself over to the centre of the mattress. You rested your cunt on his face, a loud shriek tearing out of your lips as he harshly sucked your clit, swiping the flat of his tongue all through your pussy lips. You almost lost balance, his strong arms curling around your ankles and supporting you as he slurped your juices, picking up everything you could offer, feasting on you like you were the sweetest desert he would ever get.
"Stay still for me." He smacked your ass again, his growl rumbling against your cubt as you spasmed, your face a mess of sweat and tears as he lapped up your pussy, his tongue sliding into your hole and pressing on the walls. You tried grinding on his mouth, your quest for control long forgotten as you let Bucky and his skilled tongue rip you apart, your breast bouncing as you held onto the headboard, crying out in pleasure and wanting to be good for him.
He licked circles over your cunt, your mouth open and a string of drool streaming out, your voice hoarse from all the screaming you had done. Your neighbours might as well be calling the cops from all the cursing and moaning and screaming that you had done, and you wouldn't find it in yourself to care. Your mind burned with toiled and crashed around, all fuses snapping as everything just descended into 'Bucky' his hands, his lips, his tongue.
"Daddy!" You yelled out when he inserted a finger into your hole, his tongue repeatedly flicking your swollen nub. You coild feel his chuckles vibrate under your cubt, your stomach coiled and mind blank, thighs clenched from the intense buildup.
"Daddy, now?" He hummed appreciatively, plunging a finger into your slick hole and massaging your walls, the cold of his touch sending a jolt through your spine. "Thought you were in charge?"
You whined as he mocked you, his lips curled in the mist admonishing and arrogant smirk ever, and you could feel it despite all the tears and pleasure he was giving you. And you liked it. You liked your cocky asshole of a drummer when he was being mean to you. When he was manhandling you around, displaying you as his object of affection. When he was boasting about you. When he was playing with you.
"Fuck me, daddy." You whined out, shrieking as he inserted two more fingers into your hole, stretching you out.
"Look at that cunt." He started, tapping his thumb on your clit in sharp strokes, each one sending a shiver through your body. "Sucking my fingers so greedily. Kitten, you're so damn needy for me, aren't you?"
You only moaned, your legs shaking as your orgasm approached closer.
"But I can't fuck you. Can't please my pretty pussy here." Bucky lowers his voice to a whine, an indignant alarm in your head shrieking off "yes you can!"
"You got me in this," he must have gestured at something, that stupid cock ring. "So no fucking for you."
"The key. Take it!" You shrieked, half delirious. Your drummer had stopped in assault on your pussy, his words and their gravelly texture being the only friction you got as you sat perched over him, mind half snapped and too intoxicated by the pleasure you were missing to care for anybody else.
And then you were being tossed around, you body suddenly pressed to the pillows, your beefy boyfriend hovering over you, that goddamned smirk all over his face.
"Can I? You're still making the rules, baby."
You groaned, close to crying or probably biting his nippeles or something just as crazy.
"Just do it. Fuck me. Show me you've got something."
That was a little much, wasn't it?
The darkened eyes, the clenching of jaws, the straight line which his lips had turned into, all of it indicated you had taken this too far. This was too much fun for you to back off now, and you were positive you wouldn't be able to walk for a while now.
The metal hand curling around your throat indicated just as much, the jiggling of metal in your peripheral missing your eyes when Bucky swooped down and caught your lips in a bruising kiss.
"I'll be showing you a lot tonight, babygirl. It'd be a show you never forget."
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duckybarnes1917 · 2 years
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Don’t Get Cocky
Pairing: Bucky/Female Reader
18+ Only.
First entry for my new smutty one shot collection! All scenes come from my OC story Figure My Heart Out and can be read separately or as a continuous story.
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Word count: 2510
Summary: You give Bucky his first blow job.
Need to know: Fluff and Smut. Slightly sub Bucky. Strong language, reader calls Bucky a slut (affectionate) a couple of times. The damn black t-shirt. Oral sex obviously. Pining.
Please do not copy or post this anywhere.
Feedback is always welcome :)
You winced when Bucky loudly entered the house, the door slamming closed behind him as his boots stomped through the entryway. The headache building since meeting Walker that afternoon throbbed with each sound he made.  
“Something’s not right about Walker,” Bucky announced, and you swore your head would explode from the volume of his voice.
You sat up from where you were laid out on the couch to shush him but your breath caught in your throat as Bucky ripped his jacket off. The frustration was evident on his face; he looked ready to punch someone, and you assumed that someone was Walker.
You wanted to be concerned about his mental state, but you couldn’t stop ogling him. Bucky rarely wore short-sleeved shirts, and the black one he had on now was at least one size, if not two, too small. You could see the outline of his abs under the thin fabric. Had his arms been that big this whole time?
Your headache slowly melted away as you gawked at him approaching you.
“You don’t say,” Sam snickered from behind his laptop.
“Well, I know a crazy when I see one. Because I am crazy.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
Bucky knelt down in front of you, ignoring Sam’s teasing. “Are you okay?” His eyes swept over your body. “I swear to god if he touched you—"
“I’m fine, Buck,” you whispered, stroking Bucky’s cheek appreciatively.
Bucky looked you over once more before nodding his acceptance. His fingers ran over the gold chain around your neck out of habit; the sun charm necklace he had given you seemed to give him comfort. He kissed your forehead before going to the kitchen to pour himself a drink.
Sam’s voice was nagging at you, but you couldn’t hear him through the pounding in your ears; the blood rushing from your brain as you watched the vein in Bucky’s arm pulse as he poured scotch into a glass.
“Torres is calling; I’ll be back,” Sam sighed when neither you nor Bucky responded to him. You barely noticed him leave as you made your way toward where Bucky was leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You look–flushed.” Bucky placed the back of his hand on your forehead, and you almost moaned at the contact.
“I’m fine,” you managed to stutter out, trying to ignore your body’s ridiculous reaction to this damn t-shirt.
“Do you want a drink?”
You were once again enraptured when he poured a drink for you. His forearm flexed as the amber liquid filled the glass. You took the glass from him but sat it on the counter, grabbing his wrist instead and running your hand up his arm. The solid muscle had no give under your gentle fingertips. He was too enticing.
You pushed him up against the counter and continued caressing his bicep while you felt his abs and chest with your other hand.
“Bucky.”
“Yeah?” Bucky answered distractedly, watching your hand move lower down his stomach.  
“This is the fucking sluttiest outfit you’ve ever worn.”
His brows briefly furrowed in confusion, and he couldn’t help but laugh, but then he saw your face and knew you weren’t joking around. Your eyes were lust-blown and hungry. His heart raced as he watched you sink to your knees in front of him, your hands firmly running over his thick thighs.
“Doll—wh—what are you doing?” He grabbed your hands as you started to undo his belt.
“What does it look like?”
“We’re in the kitchen. Anyone could walk in.”
You raised your eyebrow, not understanding what the problem was. You smiled at the blush covering his neck and spreading to his cheeks. He still hadn’t let go of your hands.
“Fine, take me to the bedroom then.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. You squealed when he hauled you over his shoulder. He slammed the bedroom door closed with his foot and tossed you on the bed. Bucky pounced on you, his lips sucking at every inch of skin he could reach.
He moved lower, lifting your shirt so he could kiss over your stomach; you whined beautifully when he twirled the tip of his tongue over your belly button.
“Gonna make you feel so good, doll,” he groaned as he kissed your hips, slowly pulling your jeans off.
“Wait,” you managed to breathe out, trying not to give in to him.  
Bucky stopped, looking up at you to see what was wrong.
You sat up and pushed his hands away. “This was supposed to be about you; quit distracting me.”
You started taking his belt off again, growing more excited as your fingers slowly pulled his zipper down.
“You—you don’t have to,” he bit back a moan as he watched you, your tongue swiping over your bottom lip.
“I want to. Do you want me to stop?” You looked up at him with worry on your face. You had only been with Bucky for a few months, and you were still afraid of crossing a line, fearful of stumbling on a landmine of trauma that you didn’t know existed.
“I—I just haven’t—"
You stood up, caressing his face. “Bucky, tell me what it is. I just want to make you feel good.”
His eyes cast down to the floor out of embarrassment. “I’ve never done this before,” he mumbled.
You were confused for a minute before catching on. Trying to hide your surprise but failing, your mouth popped open in shock. “You mean you’ve never had a blow job before? Like ever?”
Bucky shook his head, his face heating up again.
“How?!” You slapped your hand over your mouth, kicking yourself for reacting so poorly.
Bucky sighed and started to pull his zipper back up; he felt like some kind of weirdo.
“God, I’m sorry; I’m not trying to make you feel bad.” You stopped him, holding his hand in yours. “It’s just—it doesn’t matter,” you shook the millions of questions you wanted to ask out of your head. “Do you want to try it?”
Bucky hesitated, you looked so earnest, and god did he want to try it. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it when your lips were sucking bruises on his skin, when your tongue danced around in his mouth. But, since coming back to the world, he had always been more comfortable giving rather than receiving.
“Only if you want to,” he finally stammered.
Your eyes lit up again. “Oh, Bucky, you have no idea how much I want to. Take your pants off.”
He did what you requested and started to pull his shirt off too.
“Leave your shirt on. I’m not done looking at you in it. Now sit down; I don’t need you collapsing on me,” you teased.
“Confident are we?” Bucky joked nervously as he sat back on the bed.
“I’ve been told I’m very good at this,” you smiled at him as you took your place on the floor in front of him. “Relax. If you don’t like something or want me to stop, just tell me, okay?”
Bucky nodded his agreement; he was growing more desperate by the second. Just your hands on him already felt amazing. When he felt your hair tickle his thigh just before your tongue firmly caressed him from the base all the way up to the tip, he was already chewing into his lip to hold back his moans.
After a few minutes, you tsked at him when you realized he was holding back on you. “Be a good little slut, and let me hear your pretty noises.”
You smirked at the look on his face, shocked at what you had said and definitely aroused
“This is what you hoped for when you put that shirt on today, is it not?”
You placed teasing kisses along his shaft between each word, your hand moving oh so slowly over him.
“Please, please stop teasing. Oh—fuck, doll.”
You only had him halfway in your mouth, and he already sounded wrecked; every sound that came out of his mouth made you feel almost as good as his wicked tongue would have.
Once he thought there was nothing else to experience, that it couldn’t possibly get any better, you pulled off of him and worked him with your hands.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” you cooed.
The praise made him jerk his hips up into your touch.
“Makes me so wet, hearing how good I make you feel. Think you can take some more, baby?”
“God, yes, please. It feels so fucking good,” he whined.
He didn’t care how desperate he sounded, not with you. You were his safe space where he could finally let go.
This time you took all of him until his sensitive tip brushed the back of your throat, and the sound he made almost made you come untouched.
You started off slow, enjoying the whimpers he let out every time your nose pressed into his pelvis.
He was gripping the sheets, trying to keep his hips from chasing the blinding pleasure; he didn’t know how much longer he could refrain. When you sped up, he let out an almost pained groan.
“Fuck, fuck, god damn, doll. I can’t—"
His hips acted on their own accord, thrusting up into your mouth. “I’m sorry, shit, it feels too good.”
You moaned around him, sending him into another fit of groans and cursing. He felt guilty every time you gagged, but the way your throat squeezed the life out of him made him want to cry.
“Do—does that not h—hurt you?” He gasped out.
You stopped, giving him a much-needed breather. “I like it, and it feels good for me too.”
Bucky couldn’t help but lean down to kiss you, feeling overwhelmingly grateful. His fingers traced the sun charm nuzzled in your cleavage. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whispered against the column of your throat.
You kissed him once more before pushing his lips away. “I’m not done with you yet, Barnes. Give me your hands.”
Bucky placed both of his big hands in yours, and you guided them into your hair.
“Now, I don’t usually do this, but I want you to grip my hair and fuck my throat. Okay? Don’t hold back on me. If I need you to stop, I’ll pinch your thigh. Got it?”
“O—okay.” Bucky didn’t think he could be any more turned on. But the way you directed him, so matter of factly, sent him over the edge.
He surprised you, he didn’t hold back at all, and you were a moaning mess around him. Your hands lovingly caressed his thighs, and the feeling of his muscles contracting sent bolts of pleasure through you.
“Doll—I’m gonna—I can’t take any more,” he moaned as he pulled your mouth off of him.
“It’s okay, Bucky; I wanna taste you. Don’t stop.”
“Shit, are you sure?”
You moved his hand and gathered your hair into a ponytail. “Hold it like this. Tighter. Good.”
Bucky’s grip on your hair had your chin tilted up toward him. He kissed your jaw, gently scraping his teeth over the skin. “I have to fix something first.” He let go of your hair to quickly pull your shirt over your head, appreciatively palming over the red lace that covered your chest. “Better,” he huffed as he gripped your hair again.
You smiled, pleased with how he was starting to take control. “Now, if you come in my mouth, I’ll be a good girl and swallow it all.”
“You are the absolute worst. And I mean that in the best way.”
Before you could respond, he stood up and shoved your mouth back down onto him. It didn’t take long before his thighs shook under your hands, and his speech became incoherent.
Watching the necklace he had gifted you swing back and forth between your breasts was short-circuiting his brain. You rubbed your hand up over his abs, making him look at your face. Your feral eyes stayed connected as Bucky shoved his cock as deep as he could and, with a low groan, gave you what you asked for. The feeling of your fingernails digging into his ass as you pulled him deeper into your mouth and the constriction of your throat as you swallowed around him had a new wave of pleasure swirling in his stomach.
“Fuck, doll. Holy shit. That—that—shit.” He sat back on the bed and laid down, completely out of breath but with the biggest smile on his face.
You crawled onto the bed next to him. “So you liked it, huh?” Your smile was almost as big as his.
“Don’t get cocky. It was my first time.”
You punched him in the arm. “Ass. Don’t make it your last.”
“Come here.” Bucky pulled you down to his chest. “You’re amazing. Thank you.”
“I still can’t believe I’m the first one that got to suck your cock. That’s insane.”
Bucky shrugged. “I just never had anyone that I was that...vulnerable with. Do you know what I mean?”
You nodded, swallowing hard. This wasn’t the first time Bucky had taken a steamy moment and made you want to shout from every rooftop that you loved him more than you had ever loved anyone in your life. But you weren’t ready yet; you had to keep it light.
“I feel very honored,” you teased. “But seriously, you should have told me sooner. I could have been doing this every day. One blowjob for each year you went without one. It’s only fair.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Bucky laughed.
“I’m serious! If any man deserves unlimited blowjobs, it’s you.”
Bucky snorted. “Doll, I don’t think I could survive that.”
“I was worried you might have a heart attack, you know, because you’re so old.”
“Here we go again; I thought you were done with that.” Bucky pinched your side, making you squirm and giggle.
“Okay, enough, stop being cute. It’s my turn. You have me a complete and utter mess.”
“Tell me what you want, doll.” Bucky held your chin between his fingers, fixing you with a fiery smolder.
You could feel his erection pressed against your thigh, making your mouth water.
“I want you to hold on to the headboard so I can watch that god damn vein bulge out of your arm while you fuck me so hard I forget my own name.”
Bucky raised his eyebrows. “Oh, is that all?”
You nodded, though you had a moment of doubt, worried that your focus on his flesh arm would send the wrong message. You ran your hand over his vibranium one before bringing it to your lips and kissing the palm.
“Please, baby?”
Bucky found himself barely containing the  ‘I love you’ that was trying to fight its way out of his mouth. He stared at you in awe, wanting nothing more than to give you whatever you asked for.
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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years
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Hi! I come from the build-a-blurb post! I was thinking 🗣⚠️🍯🍦😭 with Steve and Bucky with Bucky being endgame!
🗣 having an argument.   ⚠️ a love triangle, a character making their final choice. 🍯 friends to lovers   🍦 lovers to enemies    😭 unrequited love 
Truth Hurts || Bucky
Warnings: mentions of cheating WC: 1.7k main masterlist || bucky masterlist
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You had met Steve through your friend Bucky and he had warned you that Steve wasn’t the type to settle down but you hadn’t believed him. You had thought he just hadn’t met the right person to settle down with, that was the part of you that saw the world in black and white. Somewhere along the way things just seemed to get a little blurry.
“Why did you kiss me?” You were still too stunned to process what had just happened, the feel of Bucky’s lips on yours, how quickly your fingers had laced into his hair. “I’m with Steve, you know I’m with Steve…why did you kiss me?”
“Fuck. I’m sorry, doll, I just…you deserve so much better than that jerk.” Bucky sighed as he paced the room, something weighing heavy on him and it had been there before the kiss happened.
“What does that even mean?” You asked as you threw your hands in the air and made your way to the door but he stopped you.
“Nothing, sorry, can we just forget this happened. Please?”
He knew he could get away with anything when he turned those blue puppy dog eyes on you and you found yourself nodding reluctantly. It was only a little kiss, and you hadn’t been the one to do it so there was nothing to tell - or so you told yourself as you left Bucky’s room. The next few days had you avoiding Steve and Bucky. The kiss still played on your mind and your lips, you couldn’t seem to forget how soft and sweet his lips were, so you couldn’t bring yourself to see Steve because you knew his kiss wouldn’t be the same.
Unfortunately, Saturday left you with no way to avoid either of them as it was your birthday party and you couldn’t cancel it so late. It had been painful enough to leave messages on read, you couldn’t imagine how bad it was going to be when you came face to face with both of them. In a way you were lucky there wasn’t much time to dwell on it as you were busy with work and the weekend rolled around soon enough.
“Hey, doll, happy birthday.” Bucky greeted you as he showed up before Steve, a large bouquet of flowers in one hand and a big box in the other. “You look gorgeous.”
Your face flushed under his heated stare and the feelings you had been suppressing all week suddenly flooded back and you had to step away before you found yourself staring at his full lips even longer.
“Thank you, Bucky.” You smiled as you took the bouquet and inhaled the sweet scent. “These are beautiful.”
“Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman.”
You had never noticed how much he complimented you until then and you weren’t sure what to make of the sudden palpitations in your heart. You led the way inside where a few of your guests were already gathered and drinking before heading to the real party at a club in the city. You smiled as they all gushed over the bright flowers that you placed in a vase and corrected the one who thought they came from your boyfriend who had yet to show up.
“Have you heard from Steve?” You asked as you saw he hadn’t even opened your message from an hour ago.
Bucky scratched the back of his neck nervously and just shrugged. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”
You wanted to ask him why he was acting strange but your friends decided that was the perfect time to have a round of shots. Your hands brushed against Bucky’s as you reached for the same glass and your eyes flicked to his wondering if he was as affected by the touch as you were but he was already reaching for another and tipping it back. You followed suit and helped yourself to a second shot knowing you would not be able to relax until you had enough alcohol in your system.
“Slow down, doll.” Bucky chuckled as he caught your hand reaching for a third glass. “I do actually want you to make it to the club tonight. I owe the birthday girl a dance.”
“Is that really the best idea? Look what happened last time we got close.” You murmured under your breath, his hand still warming yours until you pulled it away guiltily. “It’s not fair to Steve.”
“I don’t see Steve here asking for you to dance.” He said bitterly. “When are you going to see you deserve more than him?”
“You keep saying that but I don’t know what you mean.” You growled and swiped the shot glass before he could stop you. “If you have something to say, just tell me!”
“Steve’s an asshole alright!” Bucky snapped before he caught sight of Steve standing in the doorway, a smirk on his face.
“Well, looks like I arrived right on time.” He chuckled as his tall frame filled the kitchen and he caught you around the waist so he could kiss you.
It felt different, forced, and you closed your eyes so you didn’t have to see his possessive glare aimed at Bucky. His tongue forced its way past your lips and you pulled away at the strange taste, just resisting the urge to wipe your hand across your face.
“I wasn’t sure you would make it.” You said as you smiled, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes.
“Why because my girlfriend ghosted me?” He said, pinning his icy eyes on you. “Guess you know how it feels to be ignored.”
You felt his words like a slap to the face and Bucky stepped closer to you only to have a large hand pushed to his chest.
“Woah, I think you’ve come close enough to my girl Buck.”
“Apologise to her now.” Bucky growled as your eyes threatened to leak the tears that had built.
“She owes me an apology, right, sweetheart?”
You wanted to keep the peace, wanted the night to go smoothly but before you could open your mouth Bucky knocked Steve’s hand aside and threw a fist at his jaw. “She owes you nothing, you cheating sack of shit.”
It felt like the air had been knocked out of you as Steve threw his own fist and you stumbled away from the both of them. No matter how rough the past week had been, you still loved Steve, he was still the man you had been in a relationship with, and he couldn’t even deny what Bucky said. Your chest felt like it was caving in and you looked between the two men who were now grappling on the floor, you weren’t sure who hurt you the most.
“Get out.” You whispered as your voice broke before you cleared it and shouted. “Get out! Both of you!”
They broke apart and you knew everyone in the house would have heard it all. Both of them rose to their feet, blood dripping from split lips and eyebrows.
“I’m sorry, doll, I didn’t mean for you to find out like this.” Bucky tried to apologise but you held your hand up to silence him while Steve snickered.
“Don’t believe him, he’s just jealous because he’s been in love with you his whole life.” Steve laughed.
“How could you do that to me?” You asked as you shook your head, feeling sick over the taste on his tongue. “I loved you.”
Steve seemed to lose the innocent look in an instance, the cocky nature replacing it in an instant. “Please, you knew who I was from the start so don’t act all surprised. Now let’s just move past this, we still have a good thing going.”
You blinked at the man who was asking you to stay with him after what he had admitted, without even so much as apologising and promising not to do it again. You could not believe it and from the stunned look on Bucky’s face, he couldn’t believe it either. Stepping away from the outstretched hand, you moved closer to Bucky. He had always been there for you, always had your back, and even though you were hurt he had kept this from you, you knew he was trying to shelter you from the pain of that knowledge.
“You’re choosing him over me?” Steve scoffed as he watched Bucky lay his arm over your shoulder and pull you closer. “You are both going to regret this. You hear me?”
You felt safe and protected in Bucky’s embrace, his proud whispers of encouragement in your ear giving you the strength you needed. “I hear you, I just don’t care. Get the hell out of my house.”
Steve stormed past you, knocking the vase down so the glass shattered across your floor and Bucky lifted your feet off the ground so they didn’t get cut. “I got you, doll.”
You heard the front door slam shut after Steve’s exit and Bucky carried you to the living room where your guests were awkwardly gathered. “I think the birthday girl is going to take a raincheck on clubbing tonight but thank you for coming.”
You could feel the pity in the room and you could barely look at your friends as they grabbed their bags and left, everyone except Bucky. He sat down on the couch and pulled you onto his lap while you nuzzled your head into his neck and let the tears fall.
“I should have told you sooner.” He murmured as he kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry.”
“Was he telling the truth? What he said about you?”
Your fingers played with the chain that hung around his neck until his finger tipped your chin back to meet his eyes. “I’ve been in love with you from the moment you offered me half of your pb&j sandwich. You’ve got the biggest heart y/n, and you deserve someone who can fill it all with love.”
“You could have told me.” You sniffled as fresh tears ran anew, only this time they were not from the ache in your chest but the restitching of the broken pieces. “I love you too, Bucky.”
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deexchanel · 2 years
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Blind
Word Count: 2,692
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!OC
Warning: Swearing, Altercations, Fluff and feelings uprooted. mentioning of drugs!
Summary: Bucky is blinded by love from his girlfriend who is secretly just using him for good looks and money. Elara loves Bucky as a friend until she hung out with him more and the feelings for him grew.
A/N: It’s been a month or two. Writer’s Block is a pain the ass and this time I’m prepared. ( E-Lar-rah)
mf: motherfucker ( too lazy to keep writing it)
*Characters are 18 and older!*
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Elara & Bucky
“Trying to make it to school kills me Corell.” Elara sits on the edge of the couch putting on her black and white dunks. It’s 7:30 in the morning, school started it at 8:30 sharp.
“Girl it’s just 2 more months of school before you graduate. Don’t let senioritis consume you whole.” Corell poured hazelnut creamer into her coffee. Elara fixed on her red curls in the mirror. Her outfit was a black romper.
“Sis that mf done swallowed me already. Where my keys ?”
As Elara walked past Corell pointed at the hook near the door. El kissed her big sister on the cheek and grabbed the essentials that she needed then left for school.
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“bestie what it do!” Elara walked up to her bestie as she does every morning near the 600 lockers. It was a lot of students that attended her school which why they found somewhere link.
Kaylee Jinsu had been Elara best friend since 9th grade. “I’m convinced Thor is into me.”
The pair walked side by side to breakfast. “Why you say that?” Elara looked up from her phone every so often so she wouldn’t run into anything.
“He messaged me on instagram on some friend type shit. Wait-“ Her phone buzzed and it created a little smile on her face. “Ignore that bullshit I just said. I met Thor last year because he was friendly to me first. We’re in the friend zone and I really like him.”
Elara furrowed her eyebrow in confusion,”Why are y’all still in the friend zone? Have he shown you energy that he’s feeling you back?”
Kaylee scratch the side of her next, “He’s fingered me, we’ve made out-“
“I’m going to stop you right there bestie. That’s a red flag. He’s toxicccc.” They walked in the cafeteria deep in conversation joining the line of students that also wanted breakfast.
They sat down at the table after being served two waffles, sausage, eggs and apple juice. “Oouh bestie today they got us right on breakfast.” Kaylee dipped her waffle in syrup as Elara ate on her eggs a bit.
“Girl what! I’ma be so sleepy in first block.”
“Elara!” A deep voice that belonged to Bucky made his way closer to the table. El’s smile grew seeing her other best friend who she have yet to talk to today.
“James you was real M.I.A this morning. Surprised you still my bestie.”
“I’m sorry Elara, I was busy this morning doing some shit with my pops.” He kissed her cheek, “I just came to talk to you, grab a juice then head to class.”
Elara’s cheeks turned red, “Okay Bucky enjoy your day.” Bucky ruffled Kaylee’s hair, smirking. “I will. Oh and Kay? Thor said Good morning.”
Kaylee cheeks grew red while swatting his hands away, “Bye Bucky, you play so much!” She thought he was being petty but in honesty Thor asked him to say that.
After Bucky left, The girls sat there for a minute talking. Their conversation died down a bit after hearing her best friend name in someone’s mouth.
“Bucky’s girlfriend been posting on her close friends that he is the example dude on how use them for only money and arm candy.”
Elara’s leg shook in anger hearing that shit. Bucky loves Rydee because they’ve been together since 10th grade year. Kaylee grabbed Elara’s hand pulling her from the table before anything broke loose.
“Kaylee you heard that shit ? Rydee been using Bucky for his money. I’m going to beat her ass.” She rubbed her lips together trying to calm down but it’s not working.
“Yeah I heard that shit. She wrong as fuck for that because Bucky actually likes her. When you planning on beating her ass?”
“At Lunch.”
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Eventually the best friends separated for classes until it was time for seniors lunch block. “Hey Steve!” Elara kissed his cheek then dapped up the rest of the gang around the table. “Where’s Bucky?”
“Sitting with Hoedee.” Clint pointed his fork in the direction of Bucky sitting at a lunch table with Rydee hugged up to him and all of her friends over there. It was only Loki, Clint, Steve and Tony at the table.
“Should’ve known.” Elara sat in the empty space between Loki and Tony. She glanced down at their plates trying to see which one was appetizing.“Which station you got the chicken nuggets from??” She pointed at Tony’s plate.
He dipped a chicken nugget it in ketchup then plopped it in his mouth, “Near the pizza but I forgot the name of it. Want one?” He held out one towards her.
“Yeah I wanna see what they taste like.” When she went to grab it, Tony plopped it in his mouth with a devious smirk growing.
Elara jaw dropped for a second then she glared. “You greedy mf!” She reached forward trying to grab one as same time Tony tried to block it.
“Stark give me one !”
“No! I want all of mine!”
“Tony!”
“Elara!” He mocked back.
They looked like little kids with chicken nugget crumbs over their hands from fighting over it. Amused, Steve held out an chicken nugget from his plate “Here El.”
The glare went from Tony to Steve, “You had one this whole time?!” She huff not even wanting it anymore. Steve laughed, “Because you didn’t ask me, you asked Tony out of all people at the table.”
Elara smacked her lips, “You do be making points Steve.” Her phone buzzed grabbing her attention.
bestie4L
we’re walking in now
bestie4L
who tf is we?
As soon as the message sent, Elara looked up to see her bestie & Thor walking in. Wait for it…
holding hands.
This is the end. Elara happiness dropped seeing her best friend off the market. I mean yeah she’s happy for her best friend but she couldn’t help feel alone. Kaylee wasn’t going to drop her but it probably meant she wasn’t going to always be available. El cleared her frown and put on the best smile for her best friend.
“Kay?? What in the hell is going on today? Like it is so eventful on this Thursday.” El pointed at their joined hands. Kaylee blushed,
Kaylee blushed, “I’ll tell you later Elara, you know I am.” Thor flexed his muscles to the guys and the cheered for him.
“Congrats on the relationship dude!” Steve dapped up Thor. Kaylee sat down by Elara getting comfortable while Thor sat beside Loki after doing their handshake.
“What’s up Loki!”
“Hey Thor!”
“Where’s Bucky?” The long blonde asked for his other brother. The whole table in unison, pointed behind them.
“Hoedee.”
Kaylee snorted and the whole table burst into laughter. El glanced over at her best friend, honestly missing him. He’s been busy all week with his dad til they’ve barely facetimed each other. She saw Rydee rub up and down his arm, she couldn’t help but feel jealous.
Jealous? Pfft Elara is the type of person who is far from jealously. Or is she ?
In slow motion, she watched Rydee place a kiss on the corner of Bucky’s lips. That’s it! She couldn’t sit there and watch some gold digger kiss on her man. That shit sent her over the edge and hating to admit it herself she knew why.
All she saw was red.
El slammed her book bag down on the table getting up. “Lara??” Kaylee got up from her seat following behind her. “Oh we ready??”
“You damn right we is.” Lara made way over to Rydee table. Kaylee crossed her arms, not losing eye contact on Rydee. Bucky glanced up to his best friend from his phone, “Best? Hey, I was just finna text-“
Elara and Kaylee stared down on Rydee but Ry wasn’t going down without a fight so she stood up too.
“Bitch you think you’re going to use my best friend for his money and not think I’ll do anything??!! Are you fucking dumb?!?!”
“Elara shut the fuck up cause you’re not going to do anything about it!”
“Oh baby we gone do everything about it, don’t fucking play!” Kaylee spoke up, taking her ear rings out. Another one of Rydee’s friend stood up too. The cafeteria was still rowdy from the other kids so not a lot of people was aware of what was going on.
The boys watched from afar, completely confused on what the hell going on. Bucky stood up, just as confused as his friends. “Elara what is going on? What’s the reason on why you walking up to Rydee like this??”
Elara pointed at Rydee, anger written all over her face.“Tell him Rydee! Tell him that you been using-“
Rydee lurched forward aiming to Elara’s face but El’s fist connected to Ry’s face first. Punches were thrown left and right but Ry slipped on a bookbag so she fell backwards which had Elara on top.
Rydee’s friend inched closer to the fight but Kay kept watched the whole time. She went over to the friend “Oh bitch you trying to jump in?!” Kaylee grabbed her hair, pulling her to the ground. “Bitch don’t you ever think you can jump in my best friend fight!”
The two fights caught everyone attention and the cafeteria erupted into a lot of commotion. Bucky had enough of the fighting from Elara, he grabbed her waist trying to get her off. “Elara let her go!”
He didn’t understand what was the whole fight about. Bucky was upset that El fought Rydee for nothing. He had a lot of questions to ask both of them. “El stop!”
Bucky’s strength successfully pulled El off but it wasn’t enough to contain her. “Bitch I’m not finished with you!!” Rydee yelled as a teacher held her back. Both girls had a scratch or two on their faces.
“I’m forever ready you stupid bitch. You knew you were fucking wrong to do MY best friend like that!!” She thrashed around in Bucky’s arm cause every piece of her wanted Rydee head tore off.
It be them damn light skins that wanna fuck over the good guys. Bucky held on to her waist, with all the moving Elara was still in his arms. He pulled her into the hallway, not even upset because he wanted to know what’s going on.
“Elara calm the hell down and tell me what happened? What is you talking about with Rydee?! I’ve asked that question about a thousand times and no fucking answer! Plus you’re fighting her over this means this some deep shit so what is it?”Bucky ‘s angry but determined expression stared into Elara’s chocolate eyes.
She closed her eyes taking in a deep breath, not knowing how he will take this. Now realizing that she cause this mess without even knowing how Bucky would react. Shit! All because she was jealous.
The guys walked out the cafeteria excluding Kaylee and Thor. Steve wanted to speak up but the argument looked heated.
“This morning I overheard some girls say that Rydee has been using for you money and good looks. I went a little deeper and found out she’s still with Martin.”
Bucky heart sank, he didn’t know if it was true or not. He didn’t want to believe it. “Th-That doesn’t makes sense El. Rydee didn’t-” Ry was Bucky’s first relationships since he had lost his arm in a car wreck. Yeah Elara was in the picture but only as friends.
What El told him stuck in his head, “You can’t believe stuff you hear Elara. Why are you trying to sabotage my relationship? You fought her for no reason!”
Elara looked at Bucky in disbelief “I had a reason! No don’t you fucking dare take up for that gold digging bitch!” The anger kicked back in. “Bucky ain’t no fucking information like that is just going to float around school as a rumor.”
“Everything’s a fucking rumor. A real best friend would’ve just told me personally instead of fighting my girlfriend. You don’t have to fight all the time Elara!” Bucky got closer and their eyes never broke contact. He was angry for not knowing if this information was true and he’s taking out on the wrong person. His heart was telling no but his head just wanted him to keep going.
“Buck!” Steve jumped end cause they’re friendship was on the edge. “Both of you just chill out on this right now.”
“You hear your fucking self right?! You know what everybody can’t handle a real bitch like me so I’ll do you a favor and leave. She did you dirty, I took your side and beat her ass cause I’m your best friend plus overprotective of you and you’re mad with me?” She shook her hands trying not to put her hands on him. Elara’s heart was just torn from what he was saying. “I’ll chill out when he take his head out of Rydee’s ass.”
“Fuck you Elara cause you don’t know how I really feel!” Bucky balled his fist, and that’s when everyone intervened. Tony held back Elara who fist were balled as well.
“Fuck you Bucky!” She tried to move but Tony got in the way. “Stark you can move cause he’s pushing it!”
“No you two need to cool it. You guys obviously need some time apart!” Feeling in defeat when Tony didn’t move, El flipped Bucky off. She nodded her head as her eyes filled with tears.
The principal opened the door pointing at El, “You come with me.” Elara followed her without protest to the office.
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Elara laid into bed, her feelings for Bucky were everywhere. She liked him but the way he acted today, obviously showed that he wasn’t into her.
Her love life was hard and not being with her parents made it harder. In her side nightstand, El reached down grabbing an old coach purse which held what she needed. 5 minutes later she was done rolling up.
Yeah…
Done rolling up…
When your love life and losing both parents is hard, something has to take the pain away.
*Incoming call from bestie4L*
The facetime call answered with Kaylee sitting on her back porch.
“You done rolling up?”
“Yes, just looking for my lighter.” Elara always losing her damn purple lighter. After finding it under her pillow, she made a walk to her back porch.
“You always looking for that damn lighter!”
“Hush cause you be losing yours too!” El laughed, then sat down in a chair.
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The world echoed around Elara as the grass became interesting. “Elara what happened between you and Bucky?” She heard Kaylee’s voice from beside her, honestly forgetting that she was on the phone for a second.
“He took her side with his confused ass and how I know that was true about Rydee cause when I was making her ass confessed, she cames towards me first that’s why I took the first lick.” She hit the blunt against the ash tray to knock some off.
“I was there on the second part slow ass , keep going on the first part when I was in the office.” Kaylee laughed at the slow moment Elara just had. “El you high as fuck. He took her side how?”
“Man he said he didn’t know if it was true or not so he don’t know whose side to take and plus it was wrong to fight her. All that pure bullshit.”
“How the fuck he can’t believe you? You were here first so he should know you by now. You took his side and he still chose hers. Men.” Kaylee shook her head then inhaled the smoke through her nose. “I had to hit the blunt for the stupid shit, you just said.”
Elara laughed putting out the blunt. Kaylee always know how to put a smile on her face and Elara’s forever grateful for that. “Girl ima be there in 2 minutes so we can smoke these together bye!”
“Bye bitch!”
After smoking, Elara regretted nothing from today but he was still on her mind. The way his eyes stared into hers…
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Yupppp my ass wrote this while high and sober. my first post since a month or two ago. I’m out for the summer so I should be more active.
stay slutty my friends 💗
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ohsymphony · 1 year
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bucky barnes
steve rogers
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flordeamatista · 11 months
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𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗼 𝗬𝗼𝘂
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pairing: dark mob!bucky barnes x stewardess!reader
concept: Like clouds dancing in the air giving the setting sun a reason to live, that is how you came into his life. 
word count: 2k
warnings: possessive Bucky, dark Bucky, dubcon/noncon (to be safe on the kidnapp-ing, drug—ing), desire,lust, p— in-—v, mile high club, man—ipulation mature themes, edging, fingering, nickname ──(Princess, Sweetheart)
a/n: Written for @the-slumberparty April Mob AU Challenge. In the midst of my muse going off and on, I finally received the muse to finish this story from the writing fairies to submit it on the last day.
The prompt: “If it wasn’t meant to be, you wouldn’t fit me so perfectly.”
lovely beta:@lunarbuck & @targaryenvampireslayer
line divider by @s-tarksintern ──the cute gif/moodboard made by me
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Despite the distance, I can still sense you. 
What a waste of time. 
You feel your heart sink as you realize you have been stood up. You try to distract yourself by focusing on the flickering candlelight on the table and taking a deep breath.
It's as if the radiant flame is a reminder of your feelings for him, a reminder that won't go away no matter how difficult the situation gets.
His deep crimson eyes, burning intensely, ran wild during lustful nights and burned so hard every day you were with him. 
This light was visible only to you. 
His possessiveness and jealousy, however, were like melting wax into molten tears of your fears as you fled. That night, when you left him, it ached for you, but you knew it was time to leave. You left, never looking back, never feeling his piercing light again. His hold on you was more than physical; it was as if he treated you as if you were his property and wanted whatever he thought best for you, regardless of what you wanted. 
You are finally free. 
Fresh air is the most beneficial thing for you. You have to venture into a new atmosphere, experience a new life, and encounter a new man.
Recharge from him and getting a fresh beginning.
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The waiter comes with a drink. 
"On the house. He doesn't deserve you for standing you up."
You had the feeling that the restaurant staff were watching you and were sorry your date had not arrived. You’d been holding on to the idea that he was stuck at work for almost two hours but after sitting at the table alone and stupid, you’re giving up hope.
You quickly down the drink, hoping it will give you some relief from the humiliation and arduous wait. 
 “So much for romance,” you mutter into the glass. 
"Maybe your man is nearby," the waiter says softly in fear as you stare at him in confusion.
 Your attention is drawn to the door as he points to it. 
A stone wall surrounds you, and suddenly, the air is thick as syrup.
It feels like your body is drained, your arms and hands are heavy, and every movement feels like a struggle, as you grasp the table, feeling numb. There he stands, him, with a bouquet of roses in his hand. A smirk escapes his lips as fire returns to the room. 
But you keep seeing blurry figures, hoarse voices, and the sensation that your body is swallowing. The room looks like a slow-moving carnivorous scene. Air around you feels heavy and thick, as if it is tightly wrapped around you, suffocating you.
As if your body is turning to stone, you feel helpless, but a touch brings a sliver of reality when blue ocean eyes and “You can’t be taking free drinks from a stranger, Sweetheart. Just sleep and it will be okay.” Fingers stroke your cheek and you keep your eyes open. 
“There is no escape.” He kisses you on the forehead, and you see darkness. 
Your eyes only belong to him and he looks forward to seeing them again
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It is only when you see his shadows and feel the beating of your heart that you know where you were.
Though you want to run, you return to him by the hand of the universe. In his hands.
A smirk appears on his face. “Hello, Lovebug. Our paths cross again. I want to know why you ran from me. Nobody, not even you, runs from me." His deep voice carries anger while his eyes focus on you.
“Where am I?” 
You see him stare down at you and tap his glass of Scotch, but you realize you are not at his house but on his private jet. In the midst of the peaceful flight across the clouds, you can sense the jet moving peacefully. 
But you are next to the darkest cloud of the world.
There is only one dark king in the world of mobs, Bucky Barnes. 
You can feel yourself being pulled into darkness, unsure of what the future holds. “Fuck you.” You take his glass and throw it across the plane.
You slap him hard across the face, causing his head to snap to the side. The sound of the slap echoes throughout the small plane. 
His eyes suddenly sparkle with rage as he pushes you back against the jet's cabin.
 As you stare at his lips, he licks them.
 This is the end for you, and you know it. 
His touch is electrifying, and he seems to sense it. With an inviting smirk, he leans in closer, leaving you with no doubt as to his intentions. 
He will make sure your words are moans for his name with a single touch
He reaches down and pulls up your dress, then slowly runs to your underwear. His fingers glide through your pussy. You can feel your heart beating faster as his touch enthralls you, as he brings you to the edge of pleasure. His eyes are dark and lustful, and he whispers, "I know she's ready for more. Let's make her happy, the king is home." Keeping his thumb firmly pressed against your most intimate area, he rubs it back and forth rhythmically, and you surrender to his words and the touch of his fingers.
He slides two thick fingers deep into your pussy, and you whimper. "Don't tell me you don't want me," he growls, leans in and bites your bottom lip, as his other hand grips your throat, fingers pumping you hard.
He aggressively takes your lips. His body shakes and he collapses onto you, exhausted. His breath is hot in your ear as he whispers your name. His tongue slides through your mouth as your whole body melts against him. He breaks the kiss and he looks down at you with a satisfied smirk. 
His body is trembling, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. 
His hard body presses against yours while he moans.
He adds another finger to your pussy and your eyes roll back. His touch sends electric pleasure waves through your body. His growl echoes the intensity of those feelings coursing through your body. "I will give you more so you know you are mine." His fingers send you over the edge, your moans growing louder in the room. 
Biting your lip and trying to stay upright, you roll your eyes back in your head. 
Like clouds dancing in the air giving the setting sun a reason to live, that is how you came into his life. 
The stewardess of his private jet bandaged the shallow cut on his arm in silence when he won a fight and was on his way home. A sense of hope and possibility was brought by your unexpected arrival. He was given a glass of bourbon by you to ease the pain, but all he wanted was to feel the touch of your hands on his skin to soothe the wound. The sun shined through the plane that day as you flew in the air, he kissed you on the lips to claim you as his. 
The world was in his hands in every aspect, and even the air obeyed him, so there was no place for him to hide. Even though you attempted to run from the lifestyle, his hands were visible on your skin every second of the day and you were his.
In this moment when you know he is tracing what is his, you want him to trace more. 
Your body moans at his touch.
You are left utterly frustrated when he suddenly draws his fingers from you. 
You want to scream, but the sound never escapes your lips. He is playing a game, and you are on the verge of losing badly. Your breathing is heavy, and your eyes sting with tears yet to fall. In this moment, you feel trapped by overwhelming sensations and powerlessness. 
A soft whispered apology graced your lips. "I didn't mean to leave you. I needed air."
With his back to you, Bucky smirks in response to your unease, none of which he wants you to feel. Taking off his suit jacket, he turns to you as he removes his tie, unbuttons his shirt, and slowly rolls up his sleeves.
"Come here," he whispers softly. 
You stand, weighing your options, knowing you have none, since he is always a step ahead, forcing you to bend your knees to him. There is nowhere to hide or scream. He seems unimpressed after you take a few steps to ease up under his obedience.
“Come here now,” he says harshly. He is not backing down, and his tone makes it clear that you have no choice but to obey his order. It is unusual for him to repeat himself, and his eyes are burning. 
You obey, not wanting to anger him further. He sneers as you walk over, your heart beating wildly. He grabs your arm and pulls you closer, his breath hot on your face.
"I'm going to give you two options, baby," he growls. "You can take my cock, or you can cry while I make you take it."
Bucky has everything in his life, from power to his girl.
He ignites my flame once again with his words
Your pussy takes him in as he grinds his hips against you. His breathing becomes heavier as he takes you in. Every movement is torture and ecstasy simultaneously. His gaze is locked on you and he moves closer to deepening the connection between you and him. He feels like there's no one else in this world, but the two of you. He has been under his spell since the moment he laid eyes on you.
"Don't you need me, Princess?" he whispers softly, grabbing your jaw. But you can’t answer. "Answer me, baby," he says in a low, growling voice as he thrusts inside you slowly. "Or I will not let you come all fucking night!"
Your body burns and you know he will keep his promise, making your suffering even worse. You are his to take. You whisper, "I need it," into the air.
“Yes,” he growls again as your flesh yields. "You are..." He tightens his fingers around yours as he grinds against you. "Mine." He thrust faster and harder. In. Out. Faster. Stronger. The thrill of his body thumping into you was apparent in every thrust. 
"If it wasn't meant to be, you wouldn't fit me so perfectly. Look at our movement as one, darling." His breathing is heavy and ragged as he pushes himself in deeper, claiming every inch of your body. 
His words, touch, and excited expression make you lose your breath. 
He whispers darkly, "Your pussy is so happy to see me." His movements are precise and calculated, and you arch your back and wrap your legs around him to push him closer with each thrust.
You can feel the pleasure building up as your orgasm is quickly approaching. Finally, you reach the peak as you tremble and moan.
Your freedom from him slips away from you. 
Once again, you have crossed a dangerous, fine line, as Bucky said, you have nowhere to run. You have no choice but to take on the consequences of your actions. You watch the clouds move across the sky as you move with him in rhythm, knowing that no land can hide you.
Your voice echoes his name, and they remain until the end of time
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nightw-izhu · 3 months
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pleasepleaseplease tag your non-reader friendly posts correctly, I'm tired of thinking one post is an "x reader" but the mc is an oc 🥲🥲🥲🥲
yes we can just imagine ourselves in the oc's place but I'm telling y'all it doesn't hit as hard as reader-insert's 😓
actually this is kinda all applies under the not tagged correctly posts where they get tagged as "male" reader but the content in it is afab 😢 or the non gender-neutral ones getting tagged in a gendered post
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more! headcanons! please!
bucky getting used to modern crap headcanon
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considering Bucky is over 100 years old, your boyfriend is more with the times than people give him credit for
socially he's quite progressive, but a lot of other things, he tends to be fuzzy on
food for starters
that man acts like he is scared of any other seasonings besides salt and pepper
"doll, you barely touched your dinner, are you upset?" / "i already told you im not eating boiled chicken :)" / "well now i'm upset :')"
the first time you took him to mcdonalds, you thought he was going to black out
"why does the soDA HURT" / "told you not to order the sprite" / "it's sprite, it's not supposed to feel like i'm drinking engine fuel"
also, tech. he was also very bad at tech
"yeah, so i have my bluetooth-" / "you have a what?" / ". . .bluetooth headphones" / "are you. . . do we need to go to a hospital?" / "bucky what are you talking about" / "your tooth is blue and you're talking to me like i'm the crazy one" / "did you miss the headphones part"
also the dishwasher for some reason?
you thought it was sweet that he always insisted on washing the dishes until you realized he had an ulterior motive
it was when you caught him rewashing the plates you tossed in the washer that you said something
"buck, i already washed those :)" / "i knew this day would come :'|" / "what?" / "it's the dishwasher" / "is there something wrong with it?" / "i just don't get it" / "explain" / "people throw anything in these things, i'm not cleaning my dishes in that" / "baby, it's safe-" / "want to know what else is dishwasher safe? dildos! i don't want sex water on my pasta- stop laughing i'm being serious."
okay, most of the time it led to funny situations so it was fine
like that one week where bucky would end every text with a picture of a heart until you explained to him what emojis were
or that other time he tried to secretly order you flowers while on a mission using his phone
bucky accidentally ordered a dozen bouquets of roses instead of twelve dozen roses
he tried to play it off like it was on purpose, but you knew by his confused look when the third bouquet showed up that he had fucked up
the best, though, was when peter showed him twitter
he was as fascinated as he was confused
"honey, do you think i'm babygirl?" / (choking on water noises) / "well, stevesnipple on twitter said sometimes a grown man is babygirl. am i?" / ". . .yeah, honey" / "fuckin' knew it, sam's gonna be so jealous"
or that time he kept using the word stan wrong
"i stan you ;)" / "im begging you to stop saying words you don't know how to use, that is the cringiest thing you have ever said" / "is being a super fan of my girlfriend a crime now? blocked and canceled" / "omG"
or that time he kept using tea in inappropriate situations
"and after that, i lost my arm :(" / "babe, i'm so sorry-" / "and that's the tea :,("
okay, so a lot of shit confused him, but he didn't mind
he thought it was a great excuse to ask you for help without sounding needy so you two could just hang out <3
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cattordi · 1 year
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a/n i may start writing again whoooo knowwws???
summary chris is announced sexiest man alive and you show him much you appreciate his sexiness
pairings chris evans x notfamous!reader
warnings smut, tons of praise, oral sex, kinda un accurate bc i’m not familiar w/ how ppl are named certain titles/given awards, not proof read, fluff etc. 18+ MINORS DNI
literal sexiest man alive
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“i just got named “sexiest man alive.” chris says as you walk back in the room. dodger is laying at the foot of the bed and chris is standing as he just walked into your bathroom into your room with sweat pants that lay low on his waist.
his body is covered in tattoo, which is one of your favorite physical features about him. “are you serious? congratulations baby!” you say as you give him a long kiss. his hand slides from your back down to your butt as you break the kiss.
“it should’ve been ‘hottest couple alive’ like cindy crawford and richard gere that one year.” chris says and you laugh. “um for 1. they split like a year after names that and 2. no one knows me or that you’re with me.”
at that moment dodger hops off the bed and heads out the room, his tail wagging behind him. “im proud of you though.” you say and plop another kiss on his full lips before attempting to break from his grasp. he holds onto your waist tightly with a faint smirk.
“chris, why do you have that look?” you ask and he hums. “what look?”
“the look you make when you want to say something, but you won’t.”
“i wanna celebrate.” he says and you gleam with approval. “glad you can get your words out hun.” you say teasingly and he grabs your ass hard.
you kiss him again, this time for longer so he picks you up. “i’m so proud of you.” you say between kisses as chris lays you onto the bed.
he leads a trail of kisses down your sheer tank top that your nipples are straining against. “thank you.” he hums as he pulls your shirt up exposing your breast. “you’re the sexiest woman alive.”
he takes your nipple into your mouth and slides his huge hand into your shorts rubbing your clit; starting slow but getting faster with every moan you let out.
“look at me baby, look at me.” chris pleads and you do. your eyes meet his as he slides your pants downs your legs and to your ankles.
when his warm breath hits your throbbing clit, shivers zoom up your spine. “you’re so gorgeous baby; so gorgeous.”
his praise gets you off just ask much as his mouth on you. he always says the right things and always hits the right spots.
“i’m coming.” you say and chris continues licking and rubbing at the same pace. when you come, your vision becomes white and you see stars.
“you taste so good baby.“ chris says as you come, “so fucking good”
when you come down from your high, chris’ pants are off, which you assume came off when he was eating you out. he takes himself into his hand and strokes slowly watching you.
“let me taste you chris.” you say but he shakes his head. “i need to be in you now.”
opening your legs, chris gets a full view of your throwing pussy which makes his harder than ever. “i’m about to fuck the shit out of your pretty pussy.”
you mean lightly as he positions himself between your legs and pushes in. though you’ve been with him for 2 years, you’re still not used to his size.
“you’re so fucking big chris,” you moan out as he starts moving at a slow pace.
his hips thrust and his movements starts to get faster. the sounds of both of your panting and praises fill the room. “you’re so tight hun, goddamn” chris says and a bit of his boston accent slips out.
“right there chris.” you say just as he hits the right spot. you’re vision fades again and you arch your back as you moan loudly.
at the sight of you coming on him, chris comes with you causing his thrust to slow down and him to fall onto you, leaving wet kisses on your forehead.
“you’re so fucking beautiful.” chris says.
“yeah but you’re the sexiest man alive.”
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missacidburn928 · 3 months
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"You drive me fucking crazy you know that."
"Me, drive you crazy. Hnf. You have got to be kidding me. How in the hell do I drive you crazy huh?"
"You want the whole list or just the highlights?"
"I'm a big girl. Hit me with your number one grievance."
"You asked for it." He shakes his head and losens his shoulders. "It drives me up a wall when you bring home these assholes. And you're all giggly and aroused dragging them to your room. Where I'm stuck listening to you make the most sinfuls sounds that my dick cant help but stand at attention to. It drives me crazy that I'm jealous over the fact I'm not the one pulling all those beautiful moans from your body. It drives me crazy that I stroke my cock in time with whatever rhythm the douche between your legs has going so that I can cum when you do. It drives me crazy that your. Still. Not. Mine."
I watch his chest rise and fall with the extertion of his impassioned confession. Fists clenching and unclenching. 
"We should rectify that then." 
His jaw ticks. Tongue quickly running along across his bottom lip before he bites it. "I'd advise you not to tease me right now."
"Who's teasing?" With no preamble, I proceed to take my shirt off. The only piece of clothing I currently have on.
His eyes dilate before me. Taking his time as he preuses my exposed flesh. With a growl he steps forward. Placing my face bewteen his large hands and landing a devastating kiss to my lips.
It's all consuming. A release of every held back emotion and pent up sexual tension.
My new addiction.
When it feels as if my lungs might explode from lack of oxygen, he pulls back. 
His handsome face is adorned with the devilsh of smiles. "Your room or mine?"
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curvykittyyssmutfics · 5 months
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A random au where bucky is a car mechanic who is fixing his single sexy next neighbor, reader's car. She was wearing slightly revealing clothes to want to get banged by bucky. Luckily it work!!!
The Piper: paid
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A/N: Soooooooo fucking sorry about the time in between my last post my wonderful people. Doing my absolute best to make lemonade outta the lemons life keeps whippin at the back of my damn head. Anyway, next story will also be a request as I have so many to get done. Probs won't be doing any thing else till I get those done. Anyway.. On to the fic! Enjoy!
"Dammit!"
Bucky's frustrated outburst, along with something metal clattering against his garage floor is audible as I walk up his long, wide, driveway. Listening to him grumble aggressively about "a piece of shit black lil mercedes" makes me chuckle heartily to my self. Expletives about the damage I staged seems to be most common, along with a couple grunts from an unknown task clearly exerting his strength.
The way his breath puffs out entices the introverted slut in me to visualize him underneath me in immense bliss while I ride his dick to my satisfaction, those heavy huffing pants spilling from his lips. Hopefully today's the day I make my dreams come true.
Looking left to right, I notice there's not a soul outside at the moment. That just means step one of my plan is already in action. The dainty diamond rolex on my wrist confirms it's 5pm. Right on time to get fucked and filled with Bucky's nut till it leaks in my panties. Mmmm... Can't wait to rub em all over my pussy later; his milky cream acting as lube while I make myself cum so fuckin hard. I'm lickin my full heart shaped lips in anticipation while plottin on this poor unsuspectin man.
Passing by his new deep blue jaguar, I run a finger along its pristine paint job as I spot Bucky on a creeper underneath my Mercedes. He takes that moment to run a hand through his fresh cut dark locks while wishing it absolute death. It's impossible not to feel a smidge of guilt at the purposeful trouble Bucky's going through at the moment but if everything goes my way, I fully intend to make it up to him by the end of the evening. Shit, hopefully multiple times this evening. It's outta my power not to smile wide at the way my soakin wet pussy flutters at the thought.
Leaning against his ride with palms flat on the hood, I eye fuck my prize thoroughly. Daddy looks so fucking good in his fitted navy blue tee and snug black jeans on his back, his muscled thighs spread wide. The bottom of his shirt lifts a bit to reveal a peek of his firm, incredibly toned tummy as his hips jut upwards. Dark brown boots spread apart wide when he repositions himself, and the fat ass bulge in between his legs grabs my attention real quick.
I'm so fuckin horny just from starin at Bucky, that I gotta squeeze my thighs together for just even a hint of pressure on my pulsating center. My shorts are past drenched where they rest sticky against me. The arousal drippin out plasters my brown thick thighs as my needy little cunt clenches rapidly around nothing. My nipples are so fuckin hard from lightly rubbing against the extremely transparent fit I chose just for him.
"Hey Buck, whats the progress on my baby?" I finally grab his attention as I drum my glossy short jet black nails on the hood of his car.
The wheels on the creeper squeak as he rolls from underneath the source of his current troubles and stands. His eyes focus on the black grime on his hands and he heads to the small sink in the corner of his garage as he responds.
"Woman, I don't know how you manage to damage something on this vehicle every week but it's gotta stop. I'm startin think you just like to come see me."
"Well why not? You're a sight for sore eyes, good lookin."
He dries his hands while laughing at my brazeness and, as always, not taking my corny flirtation serious.
"Boy, you laughin like I won't fuck the daylights outta you right fuckin now."
That flippant response however has him spinnin on his heels to face me. Bucky's vibrant blue eyes grow to orbs and he's rendered speechless as he thoroughly takes in my damn near non existent ensemble. This man is staring at the swell of my perky titties so intently that I know step 2 of my plan is gonna be a piece of cake and I really hope its not my imagination when noticing a twitch from the protrusion in his black jeans.
Dropping the cloth in his hands to the garage floor, he takes long strides till he's standing outside in front of me. His pretty pink lips part and close multiple times as he struggles to speak as he gazes at my nipple covers. Wonder what Daddy's next moves gonna be..
Bucky doesn't say anything at first; but the way he lustfully takes me in gives me goose bumps. His big hands reach around me to grip under my ass and hoist me up against his body. I don't hesitate to wrap my arms and legs around him as he walks us to his parked car, layin me across the warm hood.
"Damn sweetheart, where you plan on goin lookin like this?" Bucky asks, eyes still darting around my body as he presses his clothed hard dick between my legs. The pressure of him against my pussy feels heavy, has my clit thumpin wildly and I'm grindin back without a thought.
"I have a date tonight." I respond breathlessly and that makes his light crystal cerulean eyes snap to mine.
"That right? What're you doin underneath me then, woman? Huh? A little pregame?" He teases, leaning in so close that our lips almost touch.
I shake my head at his questioning as my cheeks heat up from his words. Still, its difficult to feel true embarrasment as his hands glide slowly over my frame, leaving a trail of warmth that makes me press into his palms. Bucky's touch and proximity stuns me a bit, makes my brain fuzzy and pussy clench for him ferally. The small sexy smirk playin at the corner of his lips turns me on just as much as him dry humping me in broad daylight ontop his brand new ride.
"Huh y/n? Is that it? Did you come to me first cause you wanna cum for me first?" He chuckles at me.
Leaning down, his soft lips pecks light kisses from the cheek to my ear. His fingertips skim under my tight bottoms, so dangerously close to my clit as he nips and sucks at my skin. I'm moaning and nodding my assent as I tug him to press against me firmly by the loops of his jeans.
"Fuuuuck.. Lemme feel you then pretty girl."
Bucky's fingers finally dragging across my throbbing button lightly, makin me damn near seize underneath him. I do nothing to mask the loud gasp of his name as the pleasure from just one swipe has me squeezin my eyes shut and grabbin at the top of his jeans in a death grip.
"Damn, my girl is soooo sensitive."
His low groan at my ear makes my soaked pussy flutter quicker and I can feel myself becoming desperate from his teasing touches. The sensation of one hands roaming up my body to gently squeeze over my left tit as the other sweeps across my pussy has me choking on my breaths with a heaving chest. Bucky lifts his head to watch me as he slowly traces circles around my clit, never fully pressing down on it the way I crave.
"Pleeease Buck, pleeeeease." I beg for him to give me more as my incessant yanking on his bottoms pops open the silver button and zipper.
A surprising thanks to the foregoing of underwear is definitely due because I'm then gifted with fattest dick I've ever seen. He's so. Fucking. Perfect. Almost pretty if it werent how girthy his shaft is, the angry flushed head of his dick drooling an abundant stream of precum. I easily notice the weight of him prevents it from slapping upwards; the thick tip of his cock points at my slippery slit. I don't stop pulling at him, humping the tip of his dick while I continue to plead for him to give me what I want most.
"Okay, honey, okay. I'll give you what you want. But lemme take you inside- haaaah, ooooh fuuuuck.."
Our moans mingle togther as one of my harsh tugs forces a few inches of his dick inside my awaiting core. Bucky eyes are wide as saucers as he stares where we connect with an open mouth. His breathing is harsh and loud; strong chest rising and falling rapidly as he quickly grabs my hands from his jeans. I immediately grieve as his touch leaves my tit and clit but my pussy involuntarily clutches at the head of his dick as he pins my wrist to the hood of his car.
"Jesus, woman. Mmmm.. Dammit, aaaaahhh fu- you couldn't wait till I got you inside?"
"Noooo, James. Want you, NEED you noooow. Please Jaaames, pleeease!" I don't notice the volume of my voice rising as I start to lose my fuckin mind.
Bucky's gaze is piercing but frantic, darting from the small puddle forming underneath me on the hood of his car to the way I'm hangin off the end of his dick. But I think it's the way I whine his first name that breaks his resolve. He briefly halts pinnin me down to put my legs over his shoulders. He's then scooping my wrists together in one hand and covering my mouth with the other.
"Fine, pretty girl, don't say I didn't warn your bad ass. Tried to give us some privacy. Now you gonna take this dick no matter what."
The first pump of his cock has him slidin in halfway, the river spilling from me aiding his stroke in. Still, his fat ass shaft splits my delicate walls apart swiftly, the intense pressure has my glossy y/e/c eyes and lined lips opening wide. I squeal loudly gainst his palm, not expecting Bucky to already be sitting in my guts even though he wasn't all the way in yet. WTF..
"Fuuck, sobigBuck, you're HUGE." I whimper, peering up at him with vacant eyes. He leers down at me with a knowing smile.
"Yeah, but my girls gonna have to get used to it huh?" He asks, starting fuck up into my gushy slit.
I don't mean to yank at his hold on my wrists but his next 2 thrust are so fuckin deep. My resistance doesn't free me, though it pulls him off balance and he slides in to the hilt. The tension in my tummy deepens as I feel his cock diggin into my pussy in places no man's ever reached. If it weren't for the hand cupping my mouth, I'm sure the scream I let out would be deafening. Bucky moans out praises as I squeeze my eyes shut tight and try my best to breathe through my nose.
"You're doing so damn-ohshit- weeeeell honey, takin me sooooo good. Mmmmmm.. Chokin the fuckin life out my dick y/n. Not s-sure how long I can last in this hot, tight ass, little pussy, sweetheart. Fuuuuuuck.. Keep being a good girl for me, try to keep quiet okay?"
I can feel Bucky's stare on me even through my close lids, so I nod my compliance. In reality, I pray to god that i dont scream out 'Daddy' for the whole neighborhood to hear while he's dickin me down.
He takes his hands from my wrists and mouth, sliding them down for a quick grab of my plump brown breasts, then to grip at my waist. The pull of his dick slowly slidin out then swiftly plunging back inside has me panting loudly with furrowed brows. I have to cover my own mouth this time, both hands pressed against my lips as he repeats the motion of his hips over and over until he's fucking me in a unhurried but deeply precise rhythm.
"Ohmygod James! Sogood-you'resogood! Don't stop, pleeeease d-don'tstop!" My muffled cries are crazed as he finally stuffs me with dick.
"I won't, honey, won't stop till you cream all over me. Wouldn't dreeeeam of it, baby. Can't stop till you cum on my cock. Fuuuuuck you feel like heaven baby, pussy got me ready to nut an we jus started. Haaah oooh God, sooo good, need you to cum first, y/n."
I'm already covered in perspiration as the breeze races across my nut brown skin and cools me down. Its about the only thing I notice, sounds of the passing cars and chirping birds drowned out by the loud rushing in my ears as Bucky thoroughly fucks the shit outta me. The pleasure swirling in my tummy is so fucking taut, and I know when I cum it's gonna be fucking spectacular.
His unrushed pace begins to speed up, the impact of him pumpin into me rocks his car back and forth as his grunts become more frequent. My knees tremble near his ears from the onslaught, from hearing how good Daddy feels because of me.
He looks just as delicious as he sounds, his body so fuckin tense as I witness how he loses himself in my pussy. Normally his light blue eyes are what stun me, but the dark pupils so damn dilated captivate me into a trance. I stare back helplessly as he gives me the best dick I ever had.
The hands holding my waist clutch snugly, usin his leverage to help fuck me a bit faster. His dick twitches against my walls heavily as Bucky groans out his pleasure, grunts out how he can't take the creamy ring getting thicker around the base of his dick.
"Can I-mmmmohfuckohfuckhoney-can I kiss you sweetheart?"
The sugary sweet question is sudden and takes me aback, is almost funny considering how severely deep he's seated inside of me. I might've even laughed if I wasn't keening from the amazing dick I was currently receiving. Too overwhelmed to answer, I release my mouth and clasp my fingers behind his neck, pulling his face to mine.
Bucky presses a quick kiss to my mouth with soft pink lips. Then another. And one more, the third one deepening with passion. It doesnt matter that he slows the pace of his hips to a crawl again; he continues to grind and dig so deep that his cock curves and hits a firm but gummy spot inside my cunt. It's too damn difficult after that to keep in sync of his lips as he drags his spasming dick across my g spot with too much fuckin accuracy. My sobs against his mouth doesn't stop Bucky's assault on my body. I know what time it is when his hand leaves my waist to press a firm quick circle directly on my clit.
"Mmmmm, pussy f-feels too fuckin 'mazin y/n, sooooclosebaby. I'm gonna buss babygirl, gonna fill that pretty lil kitty to the brim. Need you to cum too, honey. Pleeease." Bucky pleas with me in between messy damp kisses.
I'm way too near my end for full sentences, but from the way I mewl 'James' repeatedly, he seems to get the point. His grinding comes to an abrupt halt before he pulls his dick all the way out and vigorously stabs back in over and over, smashing my g spot and flicking my clit ferociously.
"Bu- haaaah! Aaaahh fuuuu- James! Ohgo- mmmm.. Uhn, uhn, uhn, JAMES!"
My orgasm is almost incomprehensible at first, the pressure in my gut exploding, spiraling outta control and I squirt fiercely against his torso. Warm lips engulf my mouth, sucking and nipping, probably to hush the animalistic noises coming from me as I quiver and shake underneathe him. Its like an avalanche of sensation, so intense I have to grip and claw at his shoulders to ground myself.
"Ahhhh, fuck y/n! Can't take feelin you gush my dick like this. Gonna give this pussy just what she needs honey, fucking cummin sweetheart! Ahhhh shiiiit! Sogood, sogood! Fuuuuuck!" Bucky huffs and puffs his pleasure against my swollen lips.
His fist slams down against his hood, ceasing his rubbing on my pulsating clit as he spurts deep inside my trembling cunt. I can't help but to soak in his grunts of love and praises to me.
Baring his weight on me to keep me in place, he splashes another lava hot jet of cum against the walls of my pussy and it feels too fucking good to feel James Buchanan Barnes fill me up with savagely massive load of cum. I watch him quake as he erupts 2 more explosive sprays inside before pulling out, shooting the last of his cum on my cocoa brown slit.
"You planned this.." Bucky accuses, not wasting any time to catche his breath. His eyes planted where he smears his thick cream allover my pussy as he waits patiently for my response. Daddy doesn't stop till my pussy's covered in his cum. Only then does slip my legs from his shoulders, my snug bottoms back in place and his still very hard dick back into his jeans.
Tired eyes meet my heavy-lidded gaze but I take a few deep breaths to steady myself before I answer. My pussy is already sore but fluttering for more as I bask underneath Bucky's muscular frame.
"I did. Came up with a mastermind plan." I say proudly, my own smirk comin out to tease him.
"Oh really? And how many steps did this 'mastermind plan' have?" He asks with a raised brow, as he zips and buttons his pants
"Just 4." I answer shortly, knees comin up to squeeze at his hips and rub my hands down his abs to the loops of his jeans.
"Which were?"
"Well step 1, purposefully fuck up my car so-"
Bucky cuts me off mid sentence, leaning down so the tip of his nose almost touches mine. His hands grip each of my thighs firmly as quickly yanks me flush against his body and speaks in a low growl.
"I knew it woman! I've been wasting my fuckin time workin on your goddamn car for weeks and- You know what? Talk is cheap; time to pay the piper, honey."
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chaashni · 2 years
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Sweat For Me
You decide you want to be fucked. Bucky decides you need to be fucked.
Warnings: This is porn. Written porn. Smut. Please keep some holy water ready. Dom/Sub dynamics. Brattiness. Manhandling. Rough sex. Overstimulation. Gun kink kinda thing at the end. Choking. Metal arm kink. Slapping maybe. Pain kink. Authority kink. All that.
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It starts at the restaurant. Your hair catches the light from everywhere, spraying out in messy concentric rings from the individual strands. Your lips painted a bright red, pulled under your teeth, a sultry, invasive grin gracing them as you flick your eyes all over Bucky.
Bucky isn't sure of what he wants to do to you. A part of him always craves to worship you, hold you close, feel every gasp and curse and he pushes into you, your body digging into the mattress, his face buried between your breasts.
Another part was seconds from snapping, fingers twitching to drag you out of your seat and throw you over his lap, to spank you and finger you till you could barely think. Or sit.
Then you inched forward, lifting your glass of wine to your lips while your breast almost hung out from the little white dress you had worn, the outlines of the black lingerie you had dorned glaringly obvious under Bucky's piercing stare. Your tongue stroked a full circle over the rim of the wine glass, his growl making you shudder even as you nudged the tip of your heel to the side of his knee, crossing your legs till you could drag your shoe all along the inside of his thigh.
"You know, this place might be a little bland," Bucky circled his hands around your ankle just an inch from his crotch, infuriated eyes narrowed at you as your words were cut with a light gasp, before you leant back, tongue catching a drop of wine trailing down the side of your glass, lapping it up.
"But the leg space is good. I kinda like it here."
No you don't.
By the time Bucky would be done with you, you wouldn't even remember the name of this place, let alone the tremendous leg space it provided, or all the ways you had used the place to tease the hell out of him, and be a brat.
He slaps his debit card over the leathered bill holder, punching in the numbers and slamming the tip before he is yanking you out of your seat, groaning at how your stockings give definition to your legs, your gait slender even as he tugs you along.
"There isn't one place I can take you without you being a brat" he gritts, huffing when you smirk and fumble back, muttering something about the night being young.
Bucky is furious. He really is. He is also super stiff in his jeans, his cock aching from all the low whispers and sultry brushes of your lips over his ears, his jaws, your skin on his skin. The traces of your lingerie which peep out each time you are in a fairly lit place -that is everywhere you guys have been today- those thigh high lace socks, everything has been testimony to the fact that Bucky is a patient man.
Patience can go piss its pants now.
"Hey sarge," you call out, beaming at him even as you stagger to a halt, an innocence in your eyes like you hadn't been pouring acid over his boiling water for the last two hours. Even with adrenaline erratically fuelling through his veins, Bucky caught himself wondering how the hell could you manage that innocent expression, a glass-like silkiness to your features masking the devil's horns you wore whenever you were up to get a rise from him.
Bucky clenched his jaw, looking you over, his eyes stopping for a minuscule second at your breasts and the thin line of lace curtained behind the white, before he was narrowing them meanly at you again. Daring you to piss him off even more.
"Care for some ice cream?" You took the liberty to wrap his arm around your waist, pushing yourself to his chest and tugging at the collars of his leather jacket till he relented and placed his lips over your puckered up red ones. "I could use some chocolate to lick."
"Damn it." Bucky hissed, grabbing your jaw and crashing his lips on yours in a searing kiss. It was filthy in the way that it got you moaning into his mouth, a flare of arousal heating through him as his tongue snaked in immediately. You stumbled backward, your grip on his collar feeble, prompting him to tighten his arm around you, keeping you pinned to himself. Your lips rolling between his teeth, he licked the hilt of your mouth, all of your lipstick smudged and your breath erratic and uneven.
He curled his hand around the back of your neck, holding you to him and kissing you. Bucky flipped you around, pinning you to the side of his car heavily, palms landing on both sides of your head, your leg slotted between his, your boobs bunched up under his hard chest.
Fuck.
"Still want the ice cream?" Bucky sounded cocky, voice low and words gravelly as you heaved heavily under him. He felt a high building up somewhere, the turbulence in your pulse pumping up the fire in his veins. His eyes seemed to sharpen with each second, the resolution of every imagery turning up a notch with each second.
He licked his lips, smirking at the sheen of sweat glossing your body as he crowded you, drinking you in. He watched as you flashed your eyes open, lust dusted and unfocussed. Even in your disgruntled state, hair flying out and lipstick smudged, you couldn't stop that smirk from flirting on your lips.
"Think you can give me anything better?" You chuckled a little, possibly at the surge of fury which cascaded Bucky's face at your flirty insulation, his rage not escaping even when you trailed your fingers to scoop the drops of sweat rolling down to the side of his jaw.
The hand touching him was yanked back in seconds at the glare he sent your way. His metal arm flung from the window of his car to lace around your throat, eyes darkening at the airy simper that escaped your lips. The sweet scent of your pussy mixed with the dewy flowers mixed in your perfume had him going feral, every nerve in his body craving to push you into the car, throw one of your legs over the seathead and pound into you till you were seeing stars, all your brattiness fucked out of you.
That he did.
Bucky yanked you closer to him by the neck, throwing the door of the backseat open- he might have ripped it off and he couldn't care less about it- before he was throwing you face first inside, your startled gasp and the thickening of your scent not missing his heightened senses.
Bucky felt like a wolf stalking its prey as he watched you crawl up on the seat, a dark chuckle tearing out of his throat at how easily you were submitting to him. Lifting your ass up like that. Spreading your thighs further so your dress could be pushed higher up, the creamy skin where your stockings ended visie to his predatory gaze.
He clicked his tongue menacingly, grabbing your hips and allowing himself a second to seal his feral desires under a more decisive approach, one which was a little long-drawn and brutally tethering, so you'd know exactly what you get for being the brat you are. Bucky wanted to give it to you good, he wanted nothing more than to watch you come apart under him, sobbing and thrashing around as your body would spasm with each stroke of his cock into your stuttering pussy, his hands thoroughly marked over every inch of your body. So you would know who is in charge. Who owns you.
You craned your neck, resting your shoulder on the seat, a sultry grin on your face even as you offered yourself to him. Bucky's primal urge to hold you down and make you fall apart till you were just a scattered mess of whines and trembles and need overtook every other thought. He just needed to have you, to hell with everything else. Like the very glaring fact that you two were in his car parked at the side of the street, and anybody could pass by and see what you were up to.
Domspace.
It was a state Bucky sometimes found himself in, a projection of his very obvious inclination to the thought of being in control. The adrenaline pumping through his veins at the very moment, the sharpness in his vision, the quick intake and processing of every stimulus around him, everything pointed to this headspace that was cutting through his being like a ship rolling in water.
At this point, Bucky didn't need to be enhanced to be automatically aware of everything going on around him and you, including each minuscule shiver raking down your body, the break of a few fallen leaves, the groan of the seats as he adjusted himself behind you, a few fading footsteps, the scratch of the heapy november wind against the streets.
Bucky loved it. Domscape brought with it the euphoria of cocktails and smokes, it made him feel powerful and more centered than ever. Most importantly, though, domscape brought the maddening, cor-deep urge to be responsible for you. To care for you. Make you feel good. Make you feel happy and guve you the love or punishments, as you need it. Mostly love. And lots of orgasms. It made him want to hold you, secured in his arms as you would fracture into a millions pieces of glass sharp pleasure. It made him want to kiss your forehead and hold you and keep you safe, make sure you never cried yourself to sleep. Domspace made him feel.powerful, and showed it, more glaring than ever, how much power you held over him.
Bucky felt like a wolf with you being the trembling lamb under him -if he was making the comparison at some literature student level- but instead of tearing you down and feasting on you, his primal objective was to tear every reason which could ever chance at hurting you, and then feast on you.
Isn't that about right?
Bucky bunched your dress up, snapping your hips upwards till your dripping slit was at level with his mouth, his tongue poking out to run through your folds, a smirk pressed against your clit when you screamed, your body almost losing all the balance you had worked so hard to maintain.
When that high hit, there was no going back for Bucky. He couldn't list out a definite set of activities which pushed him over that edge. To this frenzy which left him dark-eyed and devious and predatory, his sharp sense stalking every little movement. Till you were wound around his spell and melting like butter on his fingers, your slick running down your thighs and your body moulding against his like muscle memory. But he really craved it, both the unabashed filthiness it right out of him,and the flame of intimacy that it burned through the both of you.
"Think there's anything that can compare to this, kitten?" Bucky chuckled, sucking at your clit one last time before he pulled himself up, chuckling at your whines of protest.
"No…" you started, the rest of your words cut off because Bucky did not want you talking. His hand clasped around your mouth, the glass window fogging one last time. He pulled you backwards, attacking your neck with his lips, the flare in his chest growing as he felt your breaths dance over his fingers, the wetness of your lips from all the licking and kissing now pressed against the flat of his-
"Did you just bite me?" Bucky hissed. Pulling his hand back, his eyes flicked to your sly smirk, jaw teeth gritting together, seething at your audacity. What did he have to do to get you to fucking listen?
"Did I, sir?"
He was already palming himself as he flipped you around, his metal arm reaching the top of your dress. He gave you a nod, eyes glaring into your soul and lips dancing over yours before he pulled back, ripping your dress into half.
"Hey-" The hand he had pressed to your stomach held you pressed to the seat, a chuckle running through him at the indugnance in your voice.
"You did, kitten."
The high only built as he opened your legs pushing your panties to the side and burying his face between your thighs, lapping up your sweetness as you thrashed under him, one leg hanging off the seat, another thrown carelessly over the seat head, your hands holding on to the tinted and foggy windows for dear life. That was Bucky's deal, he would give you what you want -his undivided attention, which was always yours anyway- only as long as you did not remove your hands from the window.
"You take those hands off, you don't get a thing from me."
Bucky never broke a promise to you, and even as you gasped and opened your legs for him, eyes drenched in lust and body slipping like honey under his hold, he knew he wouldn't be making an exception now.
There was no way you would take your hands off the window tonight.
He coaxed an orgasm out of you pretty easily, his eyes going wild at you spread out under him, body covered in pretty lingerie and skin lathered in sweat and slick. Eyes shut in pleasure, head thrown back and arms limp as all the brattiness slowly diffused out of you, the pleasure raking through every fiber and bone.
Bucky flicked your nipples through the flimsy lace as you sighed and struggled to keep your hands pinned to the glass, your fingers sliding down but your fingertips gratingly held on, eyes trailing over his form. He tugged at your nipples, pushing your bra down. He grabbed your boob, popping one of your nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue over the pebbled bud, his eyes fixated on yours as you lost yourself to him again.
His fingers teased your folds as he marked up your neck and breast for the world to see, your hands still clinging, best as they could, to the window behind you. Bucky methodically peeled off every layer of clothing from your skin, indulging in his little sessions of partialism with every body part, your breasts, your hips, your thighs. Cold metal fingers slipped past your folds, the whirring and grating of metal against your skin only making you whine more, slowly succumbing to his will.
Bucky had you fall apart on his tongue, twice, before he allowed you to move your hips. He wiped the tears off your face as his metal fingers slid in and out of your pussy, his cold thumb rubbing circles all over your clit. He held you in place through each spasm that jolted through your body, your thighs marked up and stinging faintly from his teeth and fingers, your jaw hanging open, a little bit of drool hanging out of your lips.
Maybe this sight was what tipped him over to that mindset. To his domspace. It started with the little things, when Bucky felt constantly on the edge, head reeling from being thrown into missions one after the other, weeks of absence from you leading to him craving it with animalistic desire. Bucky didn't need ropes or handcuffs or long sessions of harcore domination to be pushed to this headspace.
What sent him reeling over was the sight of your fucked out face, tears streaming down your cheeks in overstimulation, hints of your makeup trailing down and catching his eyes. When he would cup your jaw and make you look him in the eye -keep looking at him like that- like he was all you could ever imagine, all you could ever need.
In such situations, Bucky swore to everyone he could feel the burn of desire flow from your chest to his, your scrambling fingertips leaving not just their possessive evidences over his back, but also marks of trust and intimacy and care and devotion which he had never felt in millions of years. More than anything, he wanted to give back to you all that you made him feel, amplified a million times over.
Bucky watched your eyes linger over his crotch, suddenly aware of how aroused he was. He pushed back the momentary struggle when he saw your eyes ghost over the bulge next to the more pressing one, the layered outline of his gun peeking out from under his jacket.
One look at you and he knew what you wanted. You both had experimented with knives before, some fun times involving a knife and a jar of nutella, or that time when he had slaughtered an entire hoard of your lingerie in his attempt to make them accessible.
What Bucky's girl wanted, she got.
He took out his handgun, coincidentally the one which was gold plated, and your favourite. It was the gun you sometimes sneaked out of his pocket and ran over to the shooting range, subtly trying to avoid his stalking gaze as he did his push ups in another corner of the room.
Now this gun was waltzing its way across your boobs. Bucky tangled it with the lace of your bra, purposely ripping off a little bit of it, smirking as you hissed under your breath. The barrel cascaded down to your navel, running down the insides of your thighs in slow strokes, the cold metal making you shiver, Bucky's warm lips stamping over its icy trail.
"The gun's locked. Loaded though. You want me to use it on you?" Bucky asked, softer now, two of his fingers holding your chin in place, his eyes boring into yours. You whined and pushed your hips up, licking your lips and shaking your head in a desperate yes.
"Words." Bucky quipped, tightening his hold on your face and running the cool tip of the gun from your navel to the centre of your mound, so.close to where you needed him. "Were being so smart back there. Where'd ya words go now?"
As you screamed out your 'yes' he slid the nuzzle over your drenched pussy, chuckling as your wetness dribbled down to his weapon. He pushed your pussy lips apart, pupils getting wider and sense stronger as you trembled and rocked against him, your hands barely holding onto the glass, just as he had ordered, your face numb with pleasure.
He pushed the muzzle inside you, slowly, methodically, taking all of his time as you moaned and threw your head back in pleasure. He built a tantalizingly slow pace as he fucked you on his gun, pressing it to the sides of your walls and fixing you with stern glares each time you moved too much, sweet nothings whispered in your ears as you did so good for him, taking it like a good girl.
Bucky had you suck his gun clean after he had made you cum around it, your juices and taste lingering in his mouth when he scooped up some of your wetness, not able to resist his need to taste you again and again.
When you had fallen apart on his hand for the fourth time, body slumped back against the seats, your lips swollen, the scrapes of so many people walking by bouncing around the roof of the car, Bucky took mercy on you. He scooped up your hands, eyes softening just a little at the muffled shriek which escaped your lips, thumbs running over your knuckles in an attempt to sooth the trembling which persisted in your arms. It would take time to go away, but it wasn't anything Bucky couldn't handle.
He pushed your hair away from your face, leaning over to the side to pull out some tissues, patting them over your temple as you relaxed a little. Body slowly sinking into ease against the leather sheets, the aftershocks of your orgasms still blared in the way your thighs clenched with each of his movements. Bucky brought your hands to his lips, kissing each knuckle gently before popping one of your fingers into his mouth, hands flying out to massage your biceps.
Bucky lifted you up, resting his back to the seatrest and flicking drops of sweat off his forehead before resting it on yours, your heavy breaths mingling with his. He held you till your breaths went in sync with the periodic taps he made on your waist, his hand caressing your face and neck and back. He pulled your lingerie back in place, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around your body, running his eyes all over you once again, accessing for any injury you might not be able to locate. It was his job to make sure you were okay, and that nothing went too hard on you.
He massaged your biceps and cooed occasional sweet nothings over the shell of your ears, finally asking you to wrap your legs around his waist before he carried you to the front seat, wrapping his jacket tightly around you and securing the seatbelt.
You were smiling when he got into his side. Your eyes trailed over his form, the tight black shirt he might have worn to seduce you, lingering lustfully at the drenched fabric clinging to his chiseled chest, a wristwatch wrapped around his right arm. He had strapped his gun back to his belt, the metal scented with you, fond memories of this adventure burned on its surface forever.
"Wait-" your words were airy, his eyebrows crumpling before he could help it, already looking you over and replaying everything that happened to know if anything had gone wrong.
"You're- I want to take care of you too-" you pointed to his bulge, hand already shooting out to unzip his pants.
"Hey, kitten, stop." He commanded gently, brushing his thumb over the cute crease that had woven itself into your forehead when he placed your hands on your lap. "Open that."
He watched as you opened the little air-conditioned section in the car, lips curling into a smirk when you fished out a bullet vibrator, your lips parted in a hollow gasp. The air perfumed with your sweet arousal again, Bucky's cock jumping for some action, finally.
"Prep it up," he smiled at you, unfrazzled by everything. "First red light you see, spread those legs and push it inside."
Bucky lifted up his phone and gave it a little shake to indicate he would be having fun with this, starting the car. As you sat there, gasping, he leant over, hands still on the steering wheel, crashing his lips on yours.
His tongue slipped into your mouth, robbing you off your breath before he was focussed on the road again, flexing his thigh and biting back the smirk at your low whimper.
"I'm not quite done with you, kitten. Don't think I'll ever be."
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duckybarnes1917 · 2 years
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Figure My Heart Out - Chapter 6
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Chapter Summary: We return to the main storyline, picking up where chapter 4 left off. After fighting off Nicolo and Luka, who are working for the Power Broker, Chanel is having a mental tug of war between who she thinks she is and who she wants to be. Zemo has convinced her that she doesn't need to change and should be proud of who she is. Sam goes to bed upset with Chanel, but slowly softening after his talk with Bucky. Bucky is left confused after Chanel coldly pushes him away. What happens now when an all too familiar face appears in Chanel's room?
Warnings: Light smut, unhealthy relationships, mild torture (nothing gruesome or gory); slight, accidental anti-US government sentiments (oops, it just slipped out). 18+only.
A silky voice slithered into Chanel’s consciousness, dragging her out of a nightmare. She slowly opened her eyes, “Stephan?” 
“Yes, Schatz, it’s me; I hope I didn’t frighten you. You were having a bad dream.” 
Chanel shot up, and Stephan turned on the lamp on the bedside table. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he took her in. 
She was just as sinfully angelic as he had remembered. He had really tried to stay away, knowing he would only hurt himself by seeing her again. But he had to make sure she was okay; the thought of her being hurt had sent him into a panic. His anger returned as he remembered why he was there. 
Chanel’s eyes widened in shock at the presence of his handsome, chiseled face in front of hers. He was dressed as always in a black button-down designer shirt, black chino pants, and expensive leather loafers. The alluring subtle scent of the Gucci Guilty cologne he wore invited her to indulge in her deepest desires. She reached out to touch him, afraid he was a whisper of a dream she would forget by dawn.  
“You’re not dreaming.” Stephan chuckled as her hand continued to explore his face as if she was familiarizing herself with a treasure, she thought was long lost. 
Despite his grin, Chanel readily picked up on the anxiety that soured his features. 
“What are you doing here?” Chanel wanted to run her fingers through his hair but knew better than to mess it up. She settled for twisting her fingers through his instead. 
“Did you think I wouldn’t immediately return after receiving that phone call this evening? By the way, I don’t appreciate you not calling me back.”
Chanel rolled her eyes, “you really didn’t need to come home. You worry too much. I told you I would handle it.” 
“That you did. But you can’t blame me; how could I sit in Madrid knowing that you and Manfred were being threatened?” 
He gently caressed her face, and Chanel relented, knowing she would have felt the same way if the roles were reversed. 
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” 
 Stephan waved off her apology, “I would have come anyway; Manfred was quite insistent. Plus, you shouldn’t have had to clean up this mess.” 
“I told you, it’s just as much my mess as it is yours.”
“Well, I’m glad you feel that way because I need your help.”
“Now? It’s past midnight.” 
“Yes. You were effective in dealing with Nicolo tonight, but we cannot allow his disloyalty and disrespect to go unpunished.”
“You think I didn’t punish him?” Chanel challenged a hint of insecurity in her voice. 
“I know you did.” Stephan smiled at her proudly and brushed his hand over her hair. He liked when she wore it messy. It reminded him of the lioness caged inside, trying to claw its way out. 
“But the rest of them need to know that we are serious. I won’t have this happen again. The Power Broker needs to mind his place.” 
Chanel nodded; Zemo had been right. This was serious. Her loyalty to Stephan and Manfred, and her guilt at being part of the problem, was enough to override the voice in her head telling her to stop him. 
She jumped out of bed and flicked the light on. “One of our guests may be interested in helping us. But we can’t wake the other two.”
Moving quickly, she discarded her sleep shorts and pulled a pair of black jeans over her bodysuit before stuffing her feet into her combat boots. 
Stephan handed her a leather jacket from the wardrobe with a knowing grin. “Still keeping secrets from your friends?” 
Chanel shrugged into the jacket. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have any friends.” 
Stephan chuckled as he grabbed hold of her hand, stopping her from heading to the door. “Hold on. Give me a moment to just look at you.” He placed both of his big hands on her face, “I missed you.” 
Chanel could feel the excitement that only Stephan could elicit blooming. Zemo’s words rang in her head, never shy away from that part of yourself. Stephan, more than anyone, appreciated and accepted that part of her without condition. She knew it wouldn’t last, but she felt whole again by his side. She was going to allow herself that much. She needed it. 
“I missed you too,” she whispered. 
They stared at each other for a beat, a silent exchange of apologies and forgiveness passing between them, before he removed his hands and opened the door. 
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Chanel and Zemo were taken aback by the plethora of weapons Stephan had laid out in his study. 
“Are we going to take out the entire town?” Chanel asked as she led Zemo into the room. 
“Only if necessary,” Stephan replied without looking up. 
“Steph, this is Baron Helmut Zemo.” 
Stephan looked up at Chanel in surprise, “The same Helmut Zemo that is supposed to be in prison right now?” 
“The very same. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Zemo shook Stephan’s hand as he appraised him, noticing just a slight nervousness in his eyes. 
Zemo’s curiosity had gotten the best of him when Chanel had appeared in his room, quite agitated. This certainly hadn’t been what he was expecting; he was starting to learn that anticipating her next move would not be an easy task.
Stephan raised his eyebrows, “The pleasure is mine. Chanel, you never cease to impress me.” 
Chanel grinned slightly at the praise before turning back to the weapons laid out in front of her.
Her eyes scanned the display, looking for something in particular, her lips pulling down in a frown when she didn’t find it.  
“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten,” Stephan grinned at her knowingly. He pulled a box out of his safe and opened it for her. 
Her lips curled into a small smile as she ran her hands over the cool metal of her old daggers and guns. She picked up her favorite, a 7-inch Fairbairn-Sykes dagger, and lightly ran her fingertip over the smooth blade. 
Stephan watched Chanel with rapt attention as if she was performing just for him. His eyes followed her movements curiously as she put the dagger back, and her hand hovered over the other weapons. Finally, when she settled on a 9mm pistol, he nodded in approval. 
Zemo observed silently from his position near the table; Chanel proved to be more interesting than he had anticipated. He watched as Stephan put the box back in the safe and returned with ammo and a gun holster. When Stepan grabbed her wrist and slowly inserted the magazine into the pistol without breaking eye contact with her, Zemo almost looked away, feeling like he was intruding. 
Chanel’s breath hitched as the click of the magazine punctuated the tension radiating between her and Stephan. She was almost embarrassed at how quickly she was falling back into rank for him. However, the feeling vacated her body when he lightly grabbed her hips and turned her around, her back flush against his chest and her gaze catching Zemo’s across the room. 
Neither of them broke eye contact as Stephan knelt down, his hands never leaving her body, to fasten the holster to her thigh. 
Chanel smirked when Zemo broke first, his eyes leaving hers to rake down her body. “See anything you like?” 
Zemo’s eyes snapped back up to hers, and she nodded in the direction of the weapons table. 
“Zemo, please, what's mine is yours,” Stephan added, his hands still resting on Chanel’s hips. 
Chanel restrained her giggle at the unintended meaning of Stephan’s words. 
Zemo cleared his throat, as if the action would somehow dislodge the stakes she was slowly sinking into him, and refocused on the artillery.
As Chanel watched him, she found that she kept having to remind herself that he was a terrorist. It was hard to remember when he looked so enticing in his element, his hypnotic fingers dancing delicately over the weapons, a flippant smile at the corners of his lips. Her hands were itching to brush the one strand of cognac brown hair over his eye back into place. 
Zemo felt her eyes on him and peeked up at her; her eyes followed his hands closely. Now it was his turn to smirk. Two could play at this game. 
Chanel finally looked up and saw him staring at her, his head cocked to the side with a cocky grin on his face. 
Shit, he’s doing that on purpose.
She narrowed her eyes and spun away from his smug face to search for the ammo he needed.
After composing herself, Chanel handed him the magazines. "I trust that this will stay between us?” 
“Of course, my dear. My lips are sealed.” 
“Excellent.” She turned back to Stephan, “Steph, let’s do this.” 
Stephan grabbed her hand and kissed her forehead, his excitement increasing in sync with his anger. 
He led them outside, where Manfred was already waiting in a black SUV. The previous thunderstorm had left behind an eerily calm feeling in the chilly night air. One last crack of thunder sounded as Chanel got into the car, making her shiver involuntarily. 
“This is all very clandestine. You did not lie when you said you were a guaranteed good time,” Zemo said as he slid into the back seat next to Chanel. 
Stephan, growing more possessive as his excitement increased, climbed into the car on the other side of Chanel. He kept his arm around her, pinning her to his side. 
Zemo felt that they would be engaging in much more explicit forms of PDA if he hadn't been there.  
Chanel had a fleeting feeling of doubt as they pulled away from the house and left Sam and Bucky behind. 
I have to do this. For Steph and Manfred, it’s my fault, and I can’t leave them in danger.
The feeling of Stephan’s lips grazing her ear as he whispered sweet nothings to her in German further cemented her decision. 
Once this is handled, I can repent. 
“Stephan, I do have to ask. What was it that you took from your old friend Dante after the failed deal with the Power Broker?” Zemo asked. 
Stephan eyed him suspiciously and shot an annoyed look at Chanel, “I never found out what it was. It was just a small briefcase with a few vials in it. Some kind of vaccine, I think.” 
Zemo tried to hide his increased interest, simply nodding. 
“I was glad that we hadn’t gone through with the deal. It seemed overpriced.” 
“What did you end up doing with the vials?” Zemo asked flatly as he looked disinterestedly out his window 
Stephan tensed, “I destroyed them as payback for cutting us out of the deal.” 
Zemo nodded his head, and the conversation died.
A slight tension filled the car as Manfred approached Nicolo’s warehouse. 
He parked and cut the engine. 
“They all pay, but leave Nicolo for me.” Stephan led the way to the warehouse, his AR-style rifle held out in front of him. 
Chanel and Zemo unholstered their weapons and turned the safety off as they got closer to the door. The silence of the night heightened their adrenaline; it buzzed around them like a force field. 
Stephan held up his hand to stop them when he reached the door. He peeked through an open window and saw several men working and talking inside. 
“It looks like they’re all here. They didn’t expect me to come back home.”
“Let’s do this.” Chanel pushed Stephan forward. 
“Patience. Listen.” Stephan snapped. 
The harshness of his voice surprised Zemo, and he looked to Chanel, waiting for her to rebuff him. But, instead, Chanel did what she was told and strained to hear the conversation happening in the warehouse. 
Nicolo’s voice rose above the others, “Listen! The Power Broker won’t give us another chance to give that bitch what she deserves. Others have already failed before us. We go tonight, all of us this time. You focus on taking out the other threats, including the old man, and leave the princess for me. No survivors.” 
Chanel didn’t have time to process what she was hearing before Stephan kicked the door down and burst into the warehouse, spraying bullets wildly. 
Chanel stood aghast for a moment; she had expected a stealthier plan of action. But, as Nicolo’s words fully sunk in and her anger grew, she quickly followed Stephan into the room. She used his cover fire to make her way behind a flipped-over table. Zemo hesitated as he watched Chanel disappear into the chaos of blood and bullets. He caught sight of another entrance and opted for the less direct approach; he had more important things to do other than fight with drug dealers.  
Chanel focused her fire on the men getting too close to Stephan, hitting them in the arm or leg to disable them. Less than a minute had passed, and all the targets in the first room were down, but Nicolo had fled as soon as the bullets started flying. Chanel followed Stephan through the next door as they hunted him down. 
Chanel moved elegantly, dodging bullets and fists and wounding anyone that got in her way. 
As a burly man lunged at her with a large knife, she shot him in the knee and quickly turned her back to shoot another approaching man in the arm. She jumped at the loud ring of a gunshot right behind her and then saw a bullet hit the target she had just maimed through the eyes. 
“You’re pulling your punches. This one almost stabbed you from behind.” Stephan chided her as he continued forward through the warehouse. 
Chanel huffed but bit her tongue, now wasn’t the time to start a fight. As she continued slinking through the dark hallways, she ruminated on the complaints she didn’t voice aloud. 
Something is off about him. He’s being needlessly reckless; what the hell was his plan anyway? Busting the door down was beyond stupid. 
And what was with the possessiveness in the car? 
He’s never been that insecure. 
Maybe this all just got to him. Understandable. 
Stephan was growing frustrated at searching for his primary target, and Chanel suggested they split up. “Just let me know if you find him, don’t do anything alone.” 
“Be careful,” Stephan whispered before he left her.
Chanel stalked silently through another dim room. The wind was knocked out of her when she was attacked from the shadows and thrown against the wall. Her gun clanked loudly as it hit the ground and slid away from her. In the glint of the moonlight, she barely saw the blade of a large knife that came for her. Two shots rang out and the assailant, and knife, dropped to the floor.
Zemo came into view. He had avoided joining in on the violence until now. Unnecessary bloodshed was not his style.
“Thanks.” Chanel caught her breath as Zemo helped her off the floor. 
“Where have you been? I was afraid you ran off,” Chanel whispered as they prowled through the warehouse together. 
“And leave you in danger? I wouldn’t dream of—" Before he could finish his sentence, Chanel had shoved him out of the path of an oncoming bullet as she whirled around and fired in the assailant’s direction. The bullets hit his knee and shoulder, and a loud thud resounded as he hit the floor. 
“You were saying?” Chanel kicked the gun out of reach and continued forward as Zemo rejoined her side. 
“I don’t have a hand in this fight, but I had a suspicion. So I searched the building, but I came up empty.”  
“Hmm.” Chanel had stopped listening; she was getting frustrated at how long this was taking. The longer they remained inside the building, the more time they gave Nicolo’s back up to show up. “I’m beginning to think he’s not here.” 
A scream followed by a loud crash sounded from the next room, and Chanel and Zemo hurried towards it. 
Chanel burst into the room first, her eyes sweeping the room for threats. Stephan had found Nicolo and Luka. His gun had been discarded on the floor. Luka was already slumped over in the corner, bleeding from his chest. 
Nicolo was getting up off the floor. Chanel noticed the crumbling wall where his body had clearly made contact. She tried to make sense of what she was seeing. 
Did Steph throw him against the wall? 
That’s not possible.
Chanel hurried to Stephan’s side, ignoring the confusion as her anger took the driver’s seat in her mind. 
Zemo hung back and watched; he knew immediately what gave Stephan the ability to punch a man across a room and into a wall. 
“Why didn’t you call me?” Chanel placed her hand gently on Stephan’s arm. 
He smiled at her, “got carried away. Be my guest.” He waved his hand in Nicolo’s direction. 
“Please,” Nicolo whimpered as Chanel stalked towards him. 
She turned his head to the side to see the mark she had left on his neck earlier that evening. He had it crudely bandaged, and it was bleeding profusely. 
“Begging is not a good look on you,” Chanel said flatly before her tone switched, her words coming out in a sinister purr. “It’s out of my hands now. You knew better.” 
Chanel hadn’t intended on hurting him again, but she was furious at the thought of this man harming those she had cared about, those she felt responsible for. Without thinking, she pulled her gun and shot him in the foot.
 After his screaming subsided, she met his eyes, “that was for attempting to harm what is mine.” 
His anguish didn’t bring her any peace; it only flamed the aggression coursing through her.
She put a bullet in the other foot, and Nicolo crumpled to the floor in agony. She loomed over him, “and that was for touching me.” 
Stephan placed his hands on her shoulders, “he touched you?” 
“He tried.” 
Chanel’s gun was still pointing at Nicolo, now trained on his kneecap. 
I shouldn’t. Walk away before you do something else you’ll regret later. 
“What are you waiting for?” Stephan whispered in her ear. 
Chanel turned her head to look at him. He raised his eyebrow; the question he was asking didn’t need to be spoken aloud. Was she going to please him or not? 
Stephan read some minute change in her expression, and a sly grin crept onto his face. He grabbed her hand and raised her aim from Nicolo’s kneecap to his stomach, where it would cause the most pain. 
“Do it.” He commanded. 
Her heart pounding in her chest, she pulled the trigger, immediately turning to search out admiration in Stephan’s eyes. 
“Good girl,” he whispered against her ear. 
Zemo was enthralled; she had become a different person. 
Chanel’s heart rate slowed as Stephan’s praise washed over her. She stepped back and watched Stephan roll up the sleeves of his black button-down shirt. Her eyes lingering on the toned muscles of his forearms.
He squatted down to look Nicolo in the eye. Then, without saying anything, he grabbed his hand and slowly squeezed it until Chanel heard the bones crack. 
She watched as he repeated the action on the other hand. 
Is that possible?  
“Why don’t you and the Baron go wait in the car? I’ll finish cleaning up here.” Stephan’s voice was dark, and Chanel knew better than to argue. 
She grabbed Zemo’s hand, and they rushed to the car, leaving Nicolo’s screaming behind them. 
She didn’t enjoy it, but torture was not unfamiliar to Chanel, both in the U.S. government and outside of it. She knew Stephan only resorted to it when it was truly deserved. At least that’s what she told herself to keep the guilt away. 
“What an interesting evening. Is this how you spent most nights here undercover?” Zemo studied her closely as they sat in the car waiting on Stephan. 
“If you’re asking if I make a habit out of murder and torture, no, I don’t.” 
“But it doesn’t bother you.” 
Chanel laughed shortly. “I’m a spy for the U.S. government. Steph is merciful compared to the things I have seen done to men much less deserving than this one, all in the pursuit of freedom.” 
Chanel knew the excuse was weak, but why should she care what Zemo thought. He had certainly done worse things in his lifetime. Being honest with him was as easy as breathing.
“He might be testing that limit tonight.” 
“Out of sight, out of mind.” Chanel leaned forward, resting her elbows on the front seats, her eyes laser-focused on the exit, waiting on Stephan to appear. 
Zemo decided against mentioning his theory about what Stephan had taken from Dante all those months ago. If he was right, he was outgunned and certainly outnumbered; he was sure Chanel would not be on his side. Not yet, anyway. 
“I’m glad that you decided to take my advice; a surprise attack in the middle of the night would have been hard to defend against.” 
“I might have to listen to you more often.” Chanel turned back to give Zemo a wink and a smile. 
The adrenaline rushing through her veins had her almost giddy. The high she had was fueling her, and she felt fully transformed into her old identity as Frau Thomas. The realization of this titillated her more; finally, she was getting what she had been searching for. She wasn’t going to let it go easily. 
A moment later, Stephan came out of the warehouse. He threw an empty gas can on the ground and calmly made his way to the car. He opened the trunk, and they watched him walk a few paces in front of the car with a grenade launcher. With one shot, the warehouse was in the process of burning down. Stephan turned cooly and placed the weapon back in the trunk before sliding into the back seat. 
Chanel was still leaning forward in her seat, watching the flames reach up to the sky. 
“Quite impressive,” Zemo said to Stephan as he admired the look on Chanel’s face. 
She was exhilarated, proud, set free. She was born for this. It was evident to Zemo that she didn’t belong with Sam and Bucky. 
He imagined for a moment what it would be like to have her by his side on his missions. His lips whispering praises in her ear as they reveled in their violent delights, keeping the violent ends at bay. His daydream was interrupted when Stephan pulled her into a kiss. He respectfully looked out the window as Manfred drove them back to the villa. 
Stephan whispered to Chanel, “du bist ein Schatz.” 
“I know,” Chanel muttered against his lips. The joy that consumed her from making Stephan happy left no room for doubt or guilt about what she had done. 
She turned to Zemo with a bright smile, “Thank you for coming with us, Helmut.” 
Zemo was taken aback when she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. 
This is what you wanted, just part of the plan. She’s falling for it. 
Zemo continued silently, trying to convince himself that was all it was as he watched Stephan pull Chanel back to his side. He shot her a look that Zemo didn’t like but that Chanel ignored. 
“It was my pleasure,” he started, “I am concerned, though. The Power Broker sent Nicolo to kill you, and he said others had already tried.” 
Chanel had already forgotten about the exchange they overheard but had not had time to process. She leaned away from Stephan and sat up, alert. “You’re right. I haven’t been attacked. Well, other than my Paris mission going south.” She paused as she thought, making connections quickly. 
“What happened in Paris?” Stephan asked, concerned. 
“My cover was blown; I didn’t know how but now I think I do. But how could the Power Broker have even known I was in Paris?” 
“The Power Broker knows everything. Especially when he wants something from you, especially when that something is your life.” Zemo didn’t even have to lie for dramatics. Everything he said was a simple fact. “It’s too bad you destroyed the vaccine you stole. Are you sure there isn’t any left? Maybe giving it back would keep the Power Broker off her back.” Zemo feigned innocence as he made his suggestion to Stephan. 
“No, I told you I destroyed it all.” He didn’t look at Zemo, keeping his eyes on Chanel. “Don’t worry. I promise I’ll keep you safe.” 
Stephan kept his arm wrapped around Chanel’s shoulders as they walked inside the house. The incandescent moon cast malevolent shadows across the grand space.  
“Shall we have a celebratory drink?” Stephan asked as he steered Chanel to the bar. He waved Zemo over. 
“Normally I would, but I think it best that I retire for the night. We do have to be up in a few hours. Thank you for the lovely evening.” Zemo relinquished his guns to Chanel, and she placed them on the bar top. “Goodnight, my dear,” he nodded at Chanel. 
She started to reach out for his hand, but Stephan’s hand closed tightly around her bicep, pulling her backward. Chanel glared at him and forcefully yanked her arm out of his grip. His behavior was starting to get under her skin. As if they had never been apart, they slipped right back into their usual patterns. She wanted to piss him off. With a defiant glance in Stephan’s direction, she told Zemo goodnight. She wrapped her arms around him in a hug that spoke to a level of intimacy that did not exist between them. 
Zemo tried to search her face for a hint at what he was supposed to do. Did she want him to stay? But her angry gaze was glued to Stephan. “Are you okay?” He whispered to her. 
Chanel looked at him like she didn’t understand the question; like she had forgotten, he wasn’t just a prop to be used at her whim. “I’m good. Thanks. I’ll see you in the morning.” 
Her stormy eyes returned to Stephan, and he gently pushed her away and excused himself from the room. They didn’t wait for him to disappear up the stairs before they started yelling at each other. 
Zemo flinched when he heard Stephan call her a whore followed by the unmistakable sound of something heavy whizzing through the air and smashing into the wall. 
If I were to kill him now, it would undoubtedly bring me pleasure, but I need to find out if he has any of the serum left. 
For a moment, he thought about waking up James to fill him in on what was going on but decided against it when the noises downstairs quickly turned from rage to lust. 
Best to keep Chanel as an ally for now. I guess he can be allowed to breathe for a bit longer. 
It will make for an entertaining morning, at least.
Stephan’s lips moved roughly against Chanel’s. When she kissed him back just as urgently, a low moan left his throat. He gripped her waist and lifted her up onto the bar counter. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer as he pulled her jacket off and threw it on the floor. It landed on top of the scattered broken gems from the Faberge egg that Chanel had chucked at his head. His hands roamed over her body quickly, as if to claim every piece as his once more. 
He broke the kiss, the sensations overwhelming him for a moment. “So, you still consider me yours?” He teased as he caught his breath.
“What?” Chanel tried to kiss him again, but he was persistent. 
“Tonight, you told Nicolo that you shot him because he threatened what was yours. I thought you moved on.” 
Chanel hesitated, “I have. But it still pissed me off when you and Manfred were under threat.” 
Stephan was barely listening; he was planting demanding kisses on her neck. “Come stay with me in your proper room.” His lips reached her weak spot and gently sucked on the tender skin. 
“Fuck,” she moaned quietly as she gripped his hair to hold him in place.
He chuckled against her skin. He had dreamt of this moment since the day she had left him. He needed her in more ways than one. Now that he had her, he wasn’t going to let her go.
Stephan scooped her up from the counter and planted his lips back on hers as he carried her to the master bedroom down the hall. Their bodies quickly synced together, completing the deranged ritual. Chanel’s head was clear; she felt weightless as she surrendered to Stephan’s pleasure. 
**
Sam had slept restlessly. He was still mad at Chanel, but Bucky’s words had touched a nerve. He eventually decided that all things considered, she had done what she needed to do, and nobody got seriously hurt. 
He had already been awake when his alarm went off at 5 am. After throwing his running clothes on, he left his room to talk to Chanel. 
Wait a minute, I didn’t hear her scream at all last night...that’s odd. 
When he stepped into the hall, he saw Bucky, also dressed in athletic clothes, already at Chanel’s door.
“I thought you didn’t run?” Sam asked as he approached Bucky. 
Bucky ignored his question, “She’s not answering. I don’t know if she’s still asleep or—” 
Sam opened the door with the confidence only an old friend would have. “Chanel? It’s me; we need to talk.” 
Sam stepped into the empty room, “Chanel?” 
She wasn’t there. He thought maybe she had already left on her run, but then he noticed her tennis shoes still on the floor. 
Weird, what else would she be doing up this early?
 Zemo...no, surely she’s not...she wouldn’t. 
Sam shook the thought out of his head, feeling guilty for even thinking it. He turned to Bucky, who was still standing in the doorway. “I guess she’s already downstairs. I wouldn’t be surprised if Manfred made her a goodbye breakfast feast.” 
Bucky laughed shortly, “That sounds about right.”
“Whoa, was that a laugh?”
“Barely. Don’t push it.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Did Chanel wake you up at all last night? I didn’t hear her wake up from a nightmare.” 
“No, I didn’t hear anything. So that’s good, right?”
“Maybe.” Sam gave one last wary look around the room; he was worried about what Chanel may have done to keep the nightmares at bay. 
Upon approaching the kitchen, they could hear Zemo speaking in German. They shared a suspicious glance when the voice that replied was unrecognizable. On edge, they cautiously entered the kitchen, always expecting the worst. But, instead, they found an untroubled Zemo sipping coffee while he leaned against the counter talking to Stephan. 
“Zemo, who the hell is this?” Sam’s eyes scanned the room, “and where is Chanel?”
“You must be Sam. I’m Stephan; this is my home.” Stephan did not extend his hand. He was frigidly leaning against the kitchen island, his face poorly masking his annoyance. He turned his gaze to Bucky, “And you must be James. Manfred has told me you have made yourself quite comfortable here with my things.” 
Bucky cocked his head to the side, a snarky reply ready on his tongue. Sam cut in before he could get a word out. 
“Don’t worry, we’ll be out of here soon. Speaking of, where is Chanel?” 
Sam was almost afraid to ask. Stephan’s presence had him rethinking forgiving her for the previous night. 
“She’s sleeping,” Stephan replied as he moved across the kitchen to the coffee machine, already bored with their conversation. 
“Sleeping?” Sam anxiously checked his watch. “She knows we need to leave as soon as possible.”
“Don’t wake her.” Stephan turned around quickly, “Let her sleep; she clearly hasn’t been resting well.” 
Bucky felt a small wave of dread pass through him. 
She’s just sleeping. It doesn’t mean anything. Calm down. 
“She did have a rough night. A couple hours won’t mess up our travel plans.” Zemo offered. 
Sam could feel that something wasn’t right. His attempt to stay level-headed was failing; he simply didn’t have the energy. 
“You don’t get to have opinions, Zemo!” Sam yelled. 
**
The yelling in the kitchen had woken Chanel, she would have been annoyed, but she was just happy it wasn’t her own screaming that had woken her up for once. She rolled over in Stephan’s bed. The silk sheets he had bought, just for the protection of her hair, caressed her skin, begging her to never get up. As she became more conscious, she felt the cold heavy diamonds on her chest, reminding her what Stephan really wanted. He had fastened the ostentatious string of white-gold and exquisite gems around her neck while she was still blissed out. She ran her fingers over the diamonds and decided it would be ridiculous to return the gift. Stephan had to know she wouldn’t stay; he wasn’t naive. She finally opened her eyes, looking for him, and realized he was already gone. 
Did he sleep at all? 
It clicked that if Stephan wasn’t in bed, he must be out in the house. And Sam was yelling.
Oh shit…
She jumped out of bed and looked for her clothes. Everything was strewn around the room and ripped into pieces. 
What the fuck...did Steph do that last night? 
She picked up a piece of what used to be her black bodysuit. In his impatience to have her, Stephan had ripped it in two. 
Chanel dropped the tattered clothes on the floor and dug through Stephan’s drawers. She chose a plain t-shirt, which for Stephan was a crisp white linen Gucci V-neck, and pulled it over her head. Even though the shirt covered her enough, she grabbed a pair of boxers and pulled them on too. Her fingers snagged on the knots in her hair as she appraised her appearance in the full-length mirror. 
God, why am I so sore? 
She winced when she stretched to the side. Lifting her shirt, she saw the beginnings of a bruise on her left hip; a similar bruise was also on the right side. The dark spots reminded her how powerfully possessive Stephan’s hands had been on her body last night. 
Damn. 
She ran her fingers over the bruises, and her thoughts drifted.
I wonder what Bucky’s hands will feel like...
As if her thought had called to him, she heard his voice join the others in the kitchen. 
Just the sound of his voice lifted her mood a notch, excitement to see him brewing. She then realized how she looked in Stephan’s clothes with his marks on her body and neck. How she ended her conversation with Bucky last night also came back to her, and her stomach sank. 
Pull yourself together, Chanel. You can apologize for last night, but you don’t owe him anything other than that. 
Why should I care if he sees me like this? It’s none of his business. 
As she walked down the hall towards the kitchen, she started to lose her nerve. 
Okay, maybe I don’t need to rub his nose in it, though. 
She tried sneaking past the kitchen to get to the stairs, but Manfred caught sight of her and called her name. 
Shit! 
She paused and turned her head to see all 5 men staring at her from the kitchen door—Zemo furthest in the back smiling to himself.
“Good morning Schätzchen, did we wake you?” Stephan ran his hands over her hair as he spoke to her. 
Chanel froze, her eyes watching the displeasure and disbelief on Sam’s and Bucky’s faces. Manfred looked quite pleased with himself as he watched them and threw smug looks in Bucky’s direction. 
“Um, no, I just want to go get dressed.” Chanel tried to leave, but Stephan grabbed her hand. 
“Come, eat something first. Manfred worked all morning preparing a goodbye breakfast for you. Though you know, you could just stay and make this breakfast unnecessary.” 
Stephan wrapped his arm around Chanel’s shoulders and led her into the kitchen. 
The wave of dread fully crashed over Bucky, nearly drowning him, as he took in what was happening, or rather what had already happened. His increased perception was a curse at that moment. He easily noted the bruises that peppered her neck, the way her hair was mussed from the lack of a brush, the slight puffiness of her lips, the obvious menswear she adorned, and that fucking necklace. 
How did this happen?  
He watched dejectedly as they chatted while Stephan made her a cup of coffee. She didn’t even look at him. Her eyes never left Stephan’s face.
She said it had all been fake, a lie. 
Bucky wondered if maybe she really did love Stephan. 
Was I just a distraction until she got what she really wanted? 
He lost his resolve to stay in the kitchen when he watched Stephan rub the small of her back as she sipped her coffee. He quickly left the room as his dread turned into rage. 
Sam watched him stalk off.
I knew he wasn’t ready to handle her shit.
He turned to glare at Chanel. She was watching Bucky leave with a look of guilt on her face, but she remained where she was, leaning against the tall German man who had randomly shown up. 
“Chanel. A word?” He said through gritted teeth. 
“She needs to eat,” Stephan said dismissively as he wrapped his arm around Chanel’s waist, pulling her closer to his side. 
“I wasn’t talking to you, man,” Sam spat. 
Stephan whipped his head up, “Excuse me?” 
Chanel knew Stephan was about to get angry; she put her hand on his chest before he could say anything else. “It’s fine, Steph. I need to talk to Sam, and I need to get dressed. I’ll be right back.” 
He didn’t let go of her, so she added, “I promise,” and tilted her head up slightly, signaling for him to kiss her. 
He let her go after the kiss, and she chased after Sam, who was already speed walking away in anger. He led her through the sitting room and out the patio doors before he spun around and began yelling. 
“Are you fucking kidding me with this?!” 
“I know.  I know. I wanted to apologize last night. Can you just let me explain what happened?” 
“Last night? This isn’t about last night!”
Chanel shook her head in confusion. “What? So you’re saying you’re not mad that two drug dealers showed up last night, and I almost killed one of them?”
“No. I was mad about that, but Bucky, whose heart you just stomped all over, convinced me to forgive you. But, this? This is not okay.” Sam paced around in circles with his hands on his hips. “How did this even happen?! Why is he here?!” 
“Oh fuck, I forgot he said he was going to talk to you.” Chanel’s guilt was increasing, threatening to pull her back down from the high she had finally found. “Okay, I fucked that up, I admit. But ‘stomped all over his heart’? That’s a bit dramatic. Stephan just showed up last night; he was worried and flew straight home. Things happened; it’s not a big deal.” 
“It’s not a big deal,” Sam laughed mockingly. “So you prancing around in another man’s clothes with hickies all over your neck...acting all domestic picture of happiness , isn’t a big deal? Did you not see him leave?!” 
“Jesus, will you calm down! He kissed me a couple times, and now what? We’re in a committed relationship?!  I don’t owe him anything!” Chanel’s guilt was making her more defensive than she typically would have been. She could feel the dam starting to break, the shame from the previous night’s activities threatening to burst through. 
“This is exactly why I didn’t want you messing with him.”
They glared at each other silently for a moment, neither willing to say what was really going through their heads for fear of truly hurting each other. 
Chanel broke first, “I’m sorry, okay? For everything, last night, and Steph showing up out of the blue. I know it stresses you out. I really want to help, and I keep fucking things up. I’ll do better, I promise.”
Sam nodded his appreciation; she sounded sincere, but he wasn’t satisfied yet. “And Bucky?”
Chanel sighed and crossed her arms protectively, “you know I’m right. I didn’t do anything wrong. I think it’s nice that you’re looking out for him, but we’re all adults here. I think he can handle himself. I’ll be sure and thank him for talking to you.”
Knowing that was the best he would get out of her, his anger subsided, replaced by anxiousness to leave the villa as soon as possible. 
“I guess you have a point, but just be more mindful; he clearly has feelings for you.” 
Chanel made a face of disbelief. 
“Don’t be naive. Not everyone is as cold-hearted as you are. Now, please go get ready so we can get the hell out of here.” 
Chanel nodded in agreement, and they walked back into the sitting room. 
“That necklace is ridiculous by the way,” Sam said muttered so only she could hear him.
Chanel jabbed him with her elbow. “You’re just jealous.” 
Zemo and Stephan had moved from the kitchen to the couch and were watching the news. Stephan pulled Chanel onto the sofa next to him before she could make it to the stairs. 
“Look.” He pointed to the screen, where the news showed footage of the warehouse they had attacked, burning to the ground. 
Sam planted himself behind the couch and watched the broadcast, his eyes flicking between the screen and Stephan and Chanel on the sofa. 
“Chanel? Isn’t it an odd coincidence that this warehouse, that belonged to the Agostinelli, just happened to burn down the same night they came here and tried to extort you?” Sam had no hint of playfulness in his tone. 
Bucky came back downstairs, having changed into his usual t-shirt and jeans, and stood next to Sam behind the couch. Chanel flinched at the loud thud of duffel bags hitting the floor; he had brought Sam’s down too, clearly ready to leave. 
Before Chanel could answer Sam, Stephan replied, “It’s no coincidence. I made a quick stop before I came home.”
“You did this?” Bucky challenged. 
Stephan turned around to look Bucky in the eyes, “Well, what would you have done if someone had threatened your family?” 
Bucky glowered at him, barely restraining his urge to knock the smirk off of his prim face. 
Sam wasn’t buying it, but he had no reason not to, so he and Stephan just shared a challenging stare. 
Chanel caught Bucky’s eye, and he quickly looked away from her, making her heart sink.
“Steph? Why don’t you go prepare my things while I go upstairs and get ready?” 
Stephan finally looked away from Sam and smiled at her, “Certainly. Meet me in the study when you’re done.” 
She returned his smile and quickly moved off the couch before he could kiss her. She tried to make eye contact with Bucky again, to signal that she wanted him to follow her, but he wouldn’t look in her direction. 
Dammit. I’ve got to fix this. He’ll come around; he has to talk to me at some point. Maybe when we’re out of this stupid house. 
The villa was no longer a retreat; it was starting to feel like it was suffocating her. Like it was trying to lock her in as its prisoner. 
She quickly showered, the warm water washing away the sins of the previous night. The hurt look she had seen in Bucky’s eyes kept her stomach twisted in knots. Sam’s voice calling her cold-hearted replayed in her head, so even though she didn’t have the time, she sat at the vanity and applied foundation over the marks on her neck and chest. 
One last-minute thought had her running back to her closet. She searched through it until she found a box of wigs. She now knew she was a wanted woman, and Madripoor was already unsafe enough as it was. The honey blonde one she had worn last time she was in Madripoor was still on top. She gently placed it into a silk pouch and put it in her bag before going downstairs. 
When she hit the bottom step, Sam turned around, “Ready?” 
“In a second, Steph has my gear.” 
Bucky snatched her luggage from her and went outside to Zemo’s car. 
“Can you blame him?” Zemo said in response to the annoyed look on her face. 
Chanel chewed on her cheek as she pushed past him to get to the study.
Great, even Zemo thinks I’m a cold-hearted bitch. 
Sam and Zemo followed her curiously.
“Damn. What is all of this stuff?” Sam reached out to touch a curious-looking bracelet in the large weapons case on the table. 
Chanel swatted his hand away. “Don’t touch. It’s not a toy.” 
Sam eyed the lethal-looking weapons in the case with a frown. “Are you sure you need all of this? We’re not assassins, you know.”
Chanel looked between Sam and Stephan, both staring at her expectantly as if asking her to choose right there who she was loyal to. As if they were asking her to decide what kind of person she was. 
“I’m not going to kill anyone,” Chanel snapped, avoiding Stephan’s disappointed glare.  
“So, you’re the reason she’s gone soft,” Stephan addressed Sam with malice in his voice. “If anything happens to her because of your childish moral code—”
“Nothing is going to happen to her,'' Sam fired back.  “Not while she’s with us.” 
“Are you sure about that? The other one—” Stephan referred to Bucky as if he didn’t remember his name, “is he even safe to have around her? Shouldn’t he be in an insane asylum or something?” 
 Sam looked like he was ready to knock Stephan’s head off his shoulders. Even Zemo looked annoyed. 
Chanel’s eyes widened a fraction before narrowing. “Steph don’t be a dick! These are my friends.” 
Stephan rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively as if that excused his comments. 
Chanel snapped the weapons case closed. “Sam, can you and Zemo take this to the car for me? I’ll be right out.” 
Sam took the case from her, “Don’t make me have to come back in here and find you.” 
Zemo shut the glass door behind them, “I forgot something upstairs. I’ll be out shortly.” 
Sam nodded, and Zemo headed to the stairs. When Sam was out of sight, he quietly moved back to the study and strained to hear the conversation. 
“So that’s it then? You think you’re going to leave me to go be what—?” An Avenger?” Stephan laughed at her mockingly. 
“I’m not trying to be an Avenger. I’m just helping a friend. And I left you a long time ago.” Chanel returned the same level of venom that he had sent her way. 
Stephan’s eyes flickered with anger. “You think you can just change who you are?” He hissed.
Chanel wavered, frozen in place as she stared into his deadly eyes. He wasn’t yelling; his voice was cold, calculated like he knew exactly what damage he was about to do and wanted to enjoy every second of it. 
“You know who you are. You showed me last night. You’re a cruel, violent, wicked woman. You’re not a hero.” Stephan circled around her like a shark, “What do you think is going to happen when your friends see the real you? They’re going to leave you, just like everyone else.” 
Chanel didn’t know why she was crying; he wasn’t saying anything she didn’t already know. Of course, he was right. But hearing it out loud made her feel stupid for even thinking she belonged anywhere but here.
Stephan wiped a tear off of her cheek, “Don’t cry, mein Schatz. You’re perfect. I’m the only one that will truly accept you for who you really are.” 
Chanel wiped the tears from her face, willing herself to snap out of his trance. 
“I’m going, Steph, you’re not going to talk me out of it. I don’t want to end things like this.”  
“Then don’t end it,” he replied with a hint of desperation in his voice. “At least promise me you’ll—" he started to say, ‘be safe’ but knew that was a ridiculous ask, “—come out of this alive.” His fingers trailed over the diamonds on her neck. 
Chanel looked down at her feet, “Steph—"
“Don’t. Just listen.” He gently lifted her chin, staring into her wet eyes. “I know what you’re going to say, but I don’t care. I love you, I’ve always loved you, and I know you feel the same way. You’re just too stubborn to admit it.” 
Chanel closed her eyes as if the darkness would swallow his words. “Steph, you know how I feel. I’m not capable of loving you, of loving anyone.” 
“Like I said, stubborn.” He held his finger to her lips to stop her retort. “My point is, I won’t have you running around out there risking your life because when you do finally come to your senses, I want you alive and well and able to come home.” 
He grabbed her hand and led her over to the safe. Zemo watched through the door as he revealed another safe within the walls of the first. From it, Stephan withdrew a small box. He opened it, took something out, and put the box back into the safe. 
He turned back to Chanel, “I should have told you this a long time ago, but I didn’t want to get you involved. However, now that we know the Power Broker is after us, and you insist on leaving, you should know.” He opened his hand, and Zemo’s heartbeat increased. 
“Steph! How do you have this?” Chanel stared at the vial of super-soldier serum in his hand in disbelief. 
“I took it. From Dante. This is what Klaus was trying to buy from the Power Broker.”
“So you didn’t destroy it? How much of it do you have?”
“Of course not. I sold most of it.”
“To who?”
“Your government. The CIA was very interested.”
“And the rest?”
“Well, I took one for myself, and I have 4 more vials here, including this one that I want you to take.”
Chanel stumbled backward in shock. “Wait a second. You’re telling me that you took the serum? As in, currently, right now, you are a super-soldier?!” 
“Did I not make that obvious last night? You wound me.” Stephan brought his hand to his chest playfully. 
“Steph, this isn’t funny. How could you? And how could you think that I would want to take it?!” 
“Why not? It will keep you safe. And when you come back home, we can be as we were. No one will be able to stop us.” 
Chanel stared at him in disbelief, a million things rushing through her mind. Number one being Zemo. He couldn’t find out about this. 
“Just take it, and at least consider it. For me, okay?” 
Chanel took the vial and stuffed it in her jacket pocket. The urge to leave was suddenly overwhelming. 
“I’ve got to go.” 
“I know.” He grabbed her for one last kiss and rested his forehead on hers, “I have some people looking for information on the Power Broker. We’re going to find out who this bastard is. I’ll keep you updated.” 
“I would appreciate that. Goodbye, Stephan.” 
Zemo hurried out of the house and climbed into his car, impatiently tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. 
“Took you long enough. What did you forget?” Sam asked. 
“Oh, nothing,” Zemo answered, distractedly. His jaw was tight with anger; all the different ways he could kill Stephan flicking through his mind like a horrifying picture book.  
Chanel practically ran out of the house and threw herself into the passenger seat. “Let’s go.” 
Zemo stomped his foot on the gas, and they sped off. 
“Damn, what’s got you two so on edge?” Sam turned around to look out the back window, half expecting the house to be in flames. 
“Nothing.” Chanel and Zemo snapped at the same time. 
Chanel eyed Zemo suspiciously; he looked ready to murder someone. 
He tried to pull himself together and offered her a tight smile, “I don’t think any of us are sad to say goodbye to your possessive ex-boyfriend. Or is he no longer an ex?” 
Bucky turned his head toward the conversation, interested to hear her response. 
“He’s very much an ex.” 
“Splendid. You deserve so much better. We can all breathe a sigh of relief. Right, Sam?” 
Sam grunted his approval. “Yeah, he’s a peach. I can really see the appeal,” he said sarcastically. 
“I’m sorry about him; I don’t know what got into him today. I swear he’s not usually like that.”
Sam just gave her a concerned look. 
This is definitely a conversation we are having later. 
“James?” Zemo prompted. 
“Not my business,” Bucky replied shortly. “Can you just drive? We don’t need conversation.” 
“Apologies.” Zemo turned on the radio, and they all sat in silence. 
Chanel sank a little in her seat as she chewed on her cheek. Bucky sounded particularly broody.
How am I going to make this right? 
She felt exhausted from being pulled in so many directions. She knew she couldn’t stay there with Stephan, but part of her wondered if that was her best chance at happiness. She shook the thought out of her head, Sam was her priority, and she couldn’t make both of them happy. 
As they passed through the gate, leaving the villa in the rearview mirror, a fleet of unmarked black sedans sped past them. Chanel turned in her seat and watched as they entered the gate. She knew those cars well. They belonged to Stephan’s number one henchman. 
Probably helping him with the Power Broker stuff, but why so many of them? 
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Stephan stepped out onto the front steps as the cars pulled into the driveway. His duffle bag was slung over his shoulder, his phone in his hand as he watched a blinking dot on a map move farther away from his home. 
“How long until the plane is ready?” He asked of the large man that met him on the steps.
“It will be ready for take-off as soon as you arrive.” 
Stephan nodded. “And you have prepared the others?” His gaze was focused on the three tough-looking men that were approaching. 
“They know it won’t tickle if that’s what you mean.” 
“Good, it doesn’t take long. Manfred will administer the serum. When they’re done, send them straight to the airstrip to meet the rest of us. We don’t have much time.” 
“Understood,” the large man motioned for the others to go inside. 
The three men nodded to Stephan respectfully as they passed. 
Stephan ran his hand through his hair, the team he was assembling calmed him a little, but it wasn’t enough. He had a small army but a limited supply of serum. “Did you get in touch with—what was her name? The Flag-Smasher girl.” 
The large man frowned; he didn’t like disappointing his boss. “I did, but she’s not selling.”
Stephan scoffed, “Not selling? Did you tell her how much we were offering her?” 
“She said her movement was more important than money. I can keep trying; everyone has a price.” 
Stephan’s jaw was locked as he glanced back down at the moving dot on his phone. “No. If she doesn’t want to do it the easy way, well—" Stephan left his sentence unfinished as he began walking to the SUV, his eyes glued to his phone.
“I’ll let you know their whereabouts as soon as I get a solid lead,” the man called after him. 
Stephan waved his hand in acknowledgment as he climbed into the back of the SUV. Each one that followed carried more men dressed in tactical gear, ready to follow Stephan into war. 
As they pulled away from the villa, he wondered if it might be overkill. His eyes drifted back to the blinking dot on his phone, and he made a mental list of all the people he would have to go through to get what he wanted. 
Not overkill. I will get her back, no matter what. 
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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year
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Seven Seconds || Bucky Barnes
Summary: In seven seconds you see your entire future laid bare. Warnings: pregnancy, old age death WC: 1.5k
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In seven seconds your life completely changed. 
The elevator door had only just begun to open with Edith’s voice announcing the level number that opened out in the common room where most of the team had gathered. Though you had not met all of the Avengers during your induction training, you had met most at least in passing as you were given a tour of the compound. This would be your last stop on the way to the apartment that would be your home while you stayed to train your precognition powers with Wanda. 
Noise spilled through the widening gap of the doors and you looked around at the lively group of people bustling about in the kitchen and dining space. They moved harmoniously between each other as they made dinner and drinks, like a family.
Past the kitchen lay the oversized lounge suite and the largest tv you had ever seen, Animal Planet playing on silent. There was only one person watching the Great White shark stalking its unsuspecting prey and he turned towards the elevator as the jaw of that predator opened wide for the kill.
Blue eyes connected with yours and a flash of pain lacerated your head as you stumbled forward.
One.
“Are you alright?” he asked with concern written on his face.
“I haven’t seen Bucky care about anyone since Steve,” Sam teased with a nudge of his elbow. “Whatever you are doing, keep it up.”
Sam walked off, leaving you with Bucky and you noticed the frown lines in his forehead had eased away along with the sadness that tinged his eyes whenever you looked into them. 
“I’m fine,” you promised with a reassuring smile, “it was just a headache but it’s already gone.”
“You should still get it checked out.”
“No time,” you said as you slipped out of his hands and straightened the lines of your dress, “we are almost late.”
Bucky took a deep breath and turned towards the venue that was lit up like the Fourth of July, though it was only fitting for the memorial of Steve Rogers. He had been dreading the moment but with Sam waving at him from up ahead, and the rest of the team waiting inside he could finally take those last steps. He had been dreading the event after feeling like he would never get over the loss of his one constant in his life but with the support around him he had the strength to carry on.
Two.
The vision came too late as you saw the man take aim at Bucky. 
Your scream could do nothing to stop the impending doom as the man squeezed the trigger.
Thankfully Sam had been keeping an eye on his friend and threw his vibranium shield out to ricochet the bullet away. The air in your lungs exploded with relief and you returned to focusing on the torrents of possible futures passing through your head, searching for the proverbial needle in a haystack to save the hostages inside the building. 
You trusted that those two would take care of each other and protect you while you had your own job to do.
Three.
“You like like her,” Sam stated before you rounded the corner to the kitchen. “Just tell her.”
Bucky’s cheeks were burning red and he shovelled another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
“What’s happening?” you asked as you took a seat beside Sam.
“Well-”
“Nothing,” Bucky spluttered with a cough as he choked on his breakfast. “Sam’s just talking nonsense.”
Your shoulders dropped with a pout and you turned to Sam to get the gossip but he had already made himself sparse. You caught Bucky staring at you when you turned back and cocked an eyebrow at him in question.
“Do you want to go for a walk?” he asked with a quiet reservation that wasn’t uncommon when it was just the two of you. You chewed your lip wondering if you should tell him about the thunderstorm about to arrive and he saw the hesitation, clearing his throat. “Nevermind, you’re probably busy.”
“I’d love to,” you rushed to say as you saw him backing away. “It’s just, it’s going to bucket down shortly.” You pointed to the window that had been full of blue sky only moments earlier but was quickly darkening. “How about a movie instead?”
The shadows on his face disappeared as one of his rare true smiles replaced them. 
Four.
You were dizzy as you twirled around until the blur of the crowd came to a stop. 
Dozens of familiar faces and even more unfamiliar ones circled you and clapped loudly as you settled back on your feet. You broke away from the grinning faces to find the only one that mattered, smiling back at you.
The tuxedo fit him perfectly and the boutonnière of pink carnations were fragrant in the air, the colour of his suit a contrast to the white dress you wore. 
A wedding dress. 
Behind Bucky towered a cake as tall as he was and beyond it was a banner congratulating Mr & Mrs Barnes. 
Five.
“Bucky!” you screamed as you saw the blood trail through the backdoor and into the laundry.
Heavy footsteps thudded across the wooden floors upstairs before Bucky dropped over the railing, bypassing the steps entirely as he rushed to your side. He expected to find an alien invasion given the shock on your face but all he found was a few smears of blood, a half eaten mouse and Alpine proudly licking his chops. 
The scent of the dead animal made your stomach turn and you gagged as Alpine placed his paw on it before tearing another chunk of meat away from the bones. 
“Nope, can’t do it,” you croaked and turned to the laundry sink to upheave your stomach's contents. “Please get it out of the house.”
Bucky frowned in concern and pressed his warm hand to your forehead. “That’s the second time this week you’ve been sick.”
“And it’s the second time Alpie’s decided to get takeout this week,” you groaned, replacing Bucky’s flesh hand for his colder vibranium one.
“Are you sure it’s not something else?” he asked, his eyes dropping to your stomach. 
Six.
“Nat, no silly faces. Steve, look at the camera,” Bucky warned as the photographer made a final adjustment to his tripod. “Your mother wants at least one good photo before you go.”
The backyard was crowded with friends, celebrating the twins going off to college. It would be the last time you would all be together under the same roof until the mid-semester break but the ache of missing them had already settled in your chest. 
The camera clicked and you knew whatever moment it captured would be perfect; even if Steve was looking over at his girlfriend, Nat was sticking her tongue out, you had tears in your eyes and Bucky’s mouth was open with another warning to the twins. 
Seven.
Your bones ached as you hobbled down the hallway with a cup of tea in hand. Hot water splashed over the rim as your hand trembled uncontrollably but no matter how hard you tried you could not steady them anymore.
As you always did, you stopped to admire the framed photos that lined the walls to the bedroom. 
You smiled as you saw the latest family portrait to be taken at Bucky’s 169th birthday only a few months earlier. He had still been able to walk at that stage and stood with the support of Steve in the centre of the photo beside you. Nat flanked your other side and every other inch of the photo was taken up by the grandchildren and great-grandchildren that had blessed your life in the last 35 years.
Water splashed over the lip of the cup and burned the wrinkled skin on your hands. A small gasp of pain had you concentrating on reaching the bedroom and delivering the drink while there was still some liquid left in it. 
“Here you go, my love,” you rasped as you reached the bedroom but the cup slipped from your fingers and smashed across the floor. “Bucky?”
He looked peaceful in a way he had not for months after his body started to dramatically deteriorate. The painlines on his face had disappeared in the minutes since you left the room and his chest no longer rose with shaking breaths. 
Your chest tightened as you stumbled towards him and took his hand that was still warm. Darkness was creeping into your vision as you struggled to pull air into your lungs but it didn’t matter as you clung to Bucky’s hand one last time.
You were thrown back into the present and found yourself teetering on your feet but a pair of hands caught you, one warm and one cold. 
“Are you alright?” he asked with concern written on his face.
You blinked dumbly as you stared into the pair of blue eyes of the man you had just spent a lifetime with. But these eyes were different. These eyes held the sadness from losing Steve and the loneliness that came with self-isolating. These eyes did not hold any love for you. These eyes didn’t know you.
But they would.
You had seen it.
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deexchanel · 2 years
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Breaking Point
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!OC, Tony Stark x BlackFem!OC
Warning: Swearing, Angst, Fluff just a tad bit,
Summary: Adjusting to her original lifestyle is hard for Charmaine. She’s pushing past her breaking point.
A/N: It’s been two months since I last posted 😭 I am so sorry, I’ve been busy as hell. @badbiss this what you’ve been waiting, sorry for the long delay.
@camsthesadgirlnow you tooo!!💗
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-so it won't be confusing, the eternal flame is now under Charmaine's command so that mean if mazikeen say her trigger words she won't fall back under mind control.-
4:30 a.m. Charmaine walked down the hallway to make some tea. "I hope there are some packets left." She mumbled opening the cupboard seeing her favorite tea sitting on the bottom shelf.
After yesterday's evening little incident, Charm and Bucky came home before the rest of the team. So she has yet to hold Morgan. Footsteps approaching the kitchen took her out of her thoughts.
"I thought I heard someone shuffling around down here." Thor gave a small smile opening the refrigerator. "Couldn't sleep?"
"No, and I don't how I couldn't even though yesterday I slept well." Charm took her tea out of the beeping microwave. She grabbed some honey, pouring it into the cup.
"Did Barnes accompany you tonight?" Thor took some sliced pineapples and a bottle of water out of the fridge. Charm looked at him in disbelief.
"No. Bucky didn't, he said he wanted to give me some space. I denied it plenty of time but he wouldn't listen." Charmaine still had a raised eyebrow at what Thor was eating. "I've been gone too long, when did you start eating that?"
She got excited leaning on the counter. "Is my Thor eating healthy now?? This is exciting!" Talking about something else other than what happened while she was kidnapped or her mental health made her happy. Thor laughs putting a piece of fruit in his mouth.
"In fact I am. I just wanted to uh.."
His smile widens thinking about something. That indicated to Charmaine that it was definitely a girl involved in this habit. "Omg Thor, you have to tell me everything!!"
He laughed but not too loud to wake everyone up while she grabbed his hand pulling him to the couch. The two began to talk about this amazing girl he met two weeks ago while he was out jogging. They had agreed on helping each other stay in shape. It was such a sweet story.
"Wait wait so you guys are going out for coffee in the next..." Charm checked the phone that Tony recently has bought her. "15 minutes." She looked up at Thor to see if he needed to change anything.
"Let me fix your hair, Thor."
His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Really? You'd do that?"
"Yes."
8 minutes later Thor sat between Charmaine's legs while she fixed his hair and braids. She was almost finished until she realized something was missing. "Thor where is Loki's piece of hair so I can put it in?"
"You actually remember what I told you about that?"
"Yes, I heard everything."
Thor held up the piece of hair shyly. When she was finished, his hair looked brand new. "Thank you so much, Charmaine. It's so good to have you back." Thor hugged her neck while they stood beside the elevator.
"You're welcome Thor, there is nothing I wouldn't do for you." She kissed his cheek. "Now go have fun on your date. I love you!"
Thor walked inside the elevator with a huge smile."I love you more."
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an hour later Charmaine sat on the couch, barely able to keep her eyes open. Steve walking into the living room made her jump awake.
"I didn't mean to wake you Charm."
"I wasn't sleeping."
"Charmaine I literally saw you sitting there with your eyes closed. I didn't mean to startle you." Steve walked into the kitchen grabbing some things for training. You know he didn't have his shoes on.
Charmaine sigh rubbing her face hoping the sleepiness would leave. Truth be told, she was scared to sleep by herself. Scared that the nightmares would come back and this time she wouldn't wake up. "I wasn't asleep, I'm alright."
Steve came over, standing beside her. When she looked at him, her eyes were red from the lack of sleep. "Charm go get you some sleep. Are you okay? Do you need help with anything?"
"Steve-"
"I'm serious Charm, you look tired and I want you to be okay."
"I'm okay!" She yelled without even trying. Steve looked taken back.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overstep Charm."
Charmaine rubbed her face, "No Steve I'm sorry for yelling." Tears weld in her eyes, "I just...I just wanna go to sleep without the nightmares. At first, I wanted to be alone, away from everyone but now I'm terrified to be by myself, Steve."
Steve grabbed her hand, making her stand up. He pulled her into a hug, "Let it out." She broke down in his chest, letting out her frustration."I'm here to help."
With Charm still cling to his chest, Steve walked down the hallway to Bucky's room. He knocked on the door. 3 minutes later Bucky scrambled to the door, opening it. It was still too early in the morning for him.
"Steve?"
Charmaine covered her face, walking towards Bucky. He wrapped his arms around her, "Charm? What's wrong? What happened?"
Steve shook his head, "She needs you and to sleep. You're not overwhelming her Bucky so don't push her away." He kissed her forehead then closed the door behind him.
"Hold me please," Charm whispered and Bucky nodded. He got into bed and she laid on top of him with his arms wrapped around her waist. Soon Charmaine's breathing started to even out.
Bucky watched her as she fell asleep, understanding why she wanted him to sleep with her.
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"Good Morning you," Tony said sitting at the table. Lori sat on the couch rocking baby Morgan. Steve, Natasha, Thor, Peter, & Bucky sat at the table eating breakfast.
Charmaine gave him a small smile, going over to the refrigerator. Since she's been back, the only person she hasn't talked to is Tony.
It made him feel a certain way but he just wanted to give her enough space needed.
"Where is Alexis?" Charm asked getting out some apple juice but it went unanswered. Bucky paused his eating, going over to her. "Unt Unt get something to eat Charm."
Charm rolled her eyes, "I don't have an appetite right now. I just wanna sleep." She grabbed a glass out of the cupboard.
Bucky grabbed a plate, putting cheese eggs, and sausage with toast. He went over to her spot at the table, sitting the plate down.
"Now eat."
"Oh alright." Charmaine rolled her eyes, grabbing the full glass and going to her seat. The food smelled delicious, and that made her appetite come back.
"You didn't get any sleep Charm?" Steve raised an eyebrow. Charm nodded her head, eating on the eggs.
"I did. I'm just still tired."
"So how you feeling Charm? Is everything okay since-"
Charmie cuts off Natasha before she could go any further.
"I'm alright, I promise you guys. Let's not focus on me. I missed a huge part of everyone's lives and I wanna know what I missed. Starting with you Peter!"
Thor looked at Bucky who just shook his head not ask.
Everyone noticed her weird behavior but just ignored it to keep her happy. " We won the decathlon. Ned and I finished our big star wars lego set."
"That's so cool. I wanna see it." Charm leaned forward intrigued. Morgan starts to cry and Tony gets up he could help Lori.
"Charm be honest with us. What happened when you were kidnapped?" Natasha furrowed her eyebrow, not caring if everyone wanted to ignore her weird actions. If Nat wants to know something, she'll find out.
"Nat.." Bucky warned her but obviously, she ignored.
"I don't want to talk about it Natasha, like seriously. It's not about me right now." The stare between the two was intense.
"Charmaine stop bullshitting us. Closed mouths doesn't get fed. If you can't tell us what happened, we can't help you."  
"Natasha you don't know what you're talking about. I don't need help."
"Baby just go to the room, it's not going to end well," Tony whispered to Lori, he kissed Morgan's head. Lori looked at him with worry.
"Okay, honey. I hope she is genuinely alright." 
When Lori made it to the room, Tony leaned against the wall watching the scene unfold.
"Natasha that's enough, don't push it." Steve looked between the two girls.
"Whatever it is, we don't have to know." Thor eased into the conversation. Bucky tries to grab Charmaine's hand but she moves it away.
"No, she's going to keep faking it with us. How are we going to know if she's been faking it with us this whole time and has been working with Mazikeen. We. don't. know." Natasha sneered not taking her eyes off Charmaine.
"I'm not doing that. I am 100% myself!" Charmaine looked at her family that held uneasy looks. Believe it or not, Natasha was right. They didn't know if Charmaine was putting on act for them and is working for Mazikeen. She looked at Peter.
"You believe her??"
"I don't know Charm, you used to be so open but now if it isn't Barnes, you're shutting everyone else out. You're not acting like my best friend anymore. What if this is your plan?"
That broke Charm. "W-What? No Peter." She stood up, sad and angry. " I can't believe you're all ganging up on me. There is nothing wrong with me."
"Well tell us what happened with Mazikeen. What are you hiding Charm?!??" Natasha stood up, raising her voice. Charmaine's sadness quickly turned into full anger.
"Natasha that's enough!" Bucky stood up as well.
"No, it's not enough. Tell us Charm! We're your family and you're holding secrets from us!?" Natasha leaned forward, trying to give her a push.
Charmaine yelled out in frustration giving into exactly what Natasha wanted. Her hair and eyes turned purple while her wings sprouted from her back. Her hands held fire. The team stared in shock at what she's been hiding.
"Oh shit!" Tony spoke in disbelief.
"Holy Cow!" Peter yelped.
"I did not know she could do that." Natasha mumbled not knowing what she got herself into.
The Eternal Flame stared at the team who debated if they wanted to get in defense mode. "Charm, just calm down." Bucky eased towards her. "It's just me and you."
His hand grabbed onto hers,"Me and you." Bucky looked her in the eyes, even when she was the eternal flame his love for her never change.
The Eternal Flame looked at everyone once more then returned back to Charmaine. Which traumatized her completely. She looked at her 'family' as tears formed in her eyes.
"Why would... Why would you make me do that?" She shook her head, letting go of Bucky's hands. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "D-Don't make me do it again. I can't..."
"Charm..." Bucky's heart broke seeing how scared she was.
"I can't..." She cried walking away from the table. Charmaine went straight into her father's. "Dad don't make me do that again."
"Without you wanting too. I won't kiddo." Tony kissed her forehead as she cried into his chest. Not knowing her powers, deep in thoughts Bucky was worried for his girl.
Tony shook his head at Bucky for him not to come closer. Barnes stared at them in sadness as they walked down to Tony's shared room.
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I hope this is good for y’all 😭 I gotta start back writing again!!
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geminigengar · 1 year
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y/n in the avengers gc: everybody shut up this is a girlies of colour moment
steve: girlies of colour?
sam: aht aht! not you
bucky: what does that even mean
nat: it means ur white, james
rhodey: damn yall still talkin?
clint: its a free country
sam: its not a free group chat
y/n: show of hands gets to talk, raise ur hand if u dont burn in the sun
y/n: (🙋🏼/🙋🏽/🙋🏾/🙋🏿)
sam: 🙋🏾
rhodey: 🙋🏿
y/n: period. as i was fuckin saying-
thor: 🙋🏻
y/n: thor no
thor: i do not burn in the sun of midgard. :D
sam: goddamn it
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