Pairing; CEO+Dad’s Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Summary; An HC about you and Bucky having FaceTime Sex while he’s away on a business trip.
Word Count; 913
Warnings; NSFW, 18+, minors DNI, undefined age-gap, language, cursing, pet names, Sir!kink, mutual masturbation, mention of bodily fluids.
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“Sir, I'm touching myself. Can you FaceTime? Pretty please?”
A text like that from you and a picture of your fingers in your pussy had Bucky drop whatever he was doing to try and be back at his hotel room in a flash. Luckily for him, the meetings he had attended all day had ended 10 minutes ago.
He planned to go out for a drink in the evening with a couple of colleagues, but his girl being horny for her man was more important to him. So he came up with an excuse to drop them.
Bucky had been away on a business trip for only a day, but you were already missing him like crazy. This was the first time you and he had been apart since you got together a while ago, and you hated it with your whole being.
Even if it had been less than 24 hours since you last fucked you were super horny and needy for him all the time.
You couldn't hold it in anymore. You needed to touch yourself, and you wanted Bucky to watch you as he jerked himself off.
He called you on FaceTime 20 minutes after your text. Damn, he was fast! He must be craving you as well.
He was already naked and on his bed, just like you. His back propped against the headboard when you picked up. His face on screen as your face came up as well on his end of the phone.
“Hi, baby girl.”
“Are you touching yourself, kitten?”
You nodded your head at him. Your bottom lip captured between your teeth as you bat your eyelashes at him.
“Show me. I need to see.”
Moving the phone down to your pussy, you gave him a good look at your fingers playing with your aching clit. Your whole core is wet with your juices as you had been playing with yourself for a while but not having been able to finish without Bucky.
“Shit, baby. You are really needy for me, aren't you? How long have you been playing with your pretty pussy, doll?”
“Mhm. Yes, so needy for you, Sir. I've been playing with myself for a while, but I've been waiting on you so we can finish together. Are you also going to touch yourself? I want to see you touch your cock.”
“I'll give you what you want, baby, don't worry.”
He moved his phone down so that you had a wonderful view of his dick and handsome face. A whimper escaped you as you saw he was already hard and ready. All you wanted was to run your tongue on his protruding vein and taste him all over.
Bucky gripped his heavy cock in his hand, and with the help of his saliva, he started to pump himself as he watched intensely as you circled your clit.
You slipped a single finger into your tightness. A second one following soon after, and you moaned out as it stretched you. It wasn't as good as Bucky's ones, but they would have to do for now. You tried with all your might to imagine that it was his instead of yours.
“Oh, fuck, baby girl. That's so hot,” he groaned out as he watched the fingers disappear into your tight hole. He missed it so much. His dick missed it so much.
You were utterly mesmerized as you watched how Bucky stroked himself, how he gripped his length. The hold on himself became tighter each time he reached his red and angry tip. The sloppy sounds of him were like music to your ears. You were going to cum soon by the image you saw on screen.
His lips were slightly parted as he focused on you fucking yourself with your fingers. His own orgasm nearing as he watched you on his screen.
“Shit, I'm gonna cum, Bucky.”
“Let go for me, baby girl. I need to see you fall apart for me.”
His permission to let go was all you needed as the coil in your stomach snapped. Your back arching slightly from the headboard as you moved your fingers through your high.
You heard Bucky let out an animal-like groan deep from his chest at the sight of you coming undone for him like the good girl you always were. The view of you made him let go as well. He kept on pumping himself as his seed burst out of his tip and landed on his stomach.
“You look so beautiful like this, baby, fuck.”
After riding out your high, you stopped the movement of your fingers and brought them to your mouth so you could suck off your sweet juices.
“You're gonna make me hard again, kitten, by that sight alone.”
A giggle left your lips at his words. You would love nothing more than go another round, but you could see on his face that the day had been long and that he was craving sleep. You did as well.
“I miss you so much, James.”
“I miss you too, doll, but I'll be back in your arms again in a few short days. I promise, baby.”
A tired smile reached your face at the thought of seeing your man again, in the flesh, very soon. A big yawn left you as you were pretty tired yourself.
“Go to sleep, baby. I'll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Good night, Bucky. Sleep well.”
“You too, doll, sweet dreams.”
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Thor: Ragnarök | Thor x Reader x Loki
→ read: part one
Summary: You wake up in your own chambers, but the nightmare holds the audacity to continue.
Warnings/Info: None for this chapter! | Just to give a little background: You've met Loki before during the battle of NYC, and you've been close with Thor since he joined the Avengers. You worked for SHIELD during this time, but got a job offer from Stark Industries after SHIELD was compromised by HYDRA. You met both Thor and Loki back in New York when they were searching for Odin, that's when you got caught up in this mess. Anyways, hope you enjoy! (: Likes/reblogs, and feedback is always very much appreciated. Thank you ♥
You don’t know how much time has passed since passing out and waking up, but remembering the pain makes you shiver on the spot. You’re currently staring at the ceiling, painted white with hideous red lines everywhere. They could have at least picked one color, goddamn.
Cautiously, you grope around with your limbs sprawled out like a stranded starfish. You feel weak which is only accentuated by your rumbling stomach and dry throat. Surely, you’re on the verge of dehydration by now. It takes another minute for you to realize that you’re on a bed, unbraced; free to move if you’d like. The blanket you’re laying on is soft and, surprise, also red. It smells like aggressive detergent and cheap air freshener.
You sit up slowly, groaning as another wave of dizziness nearly knocks you back down.
Suddenly, the door to your chambers open, but you know you’re both too weak and discombobulated to fight and make a run for it.
“What a pleasure to see you are still amongst the living, darling!”
There he walks in, behind three weirdly dressed servants, the God of Mischief himself.
“Loki”, you breathe through clenched teeth, but you’re not even able to sound annoyed. At this point you can barely keep your eyes open.
“Wow, you do look terrible, my brother didn’t lie”
You watch as he waves the servants away after they serve up covered plates and carafes with colorful liquids on the only table in your room.
“Where is Thor? What did they do to him?”, you ask, ignoring his insult as you get up from your sitting position. You crawl over to the edge of the large bed until you get up on wobbly legs. You figure if Loki is present as well, walking around freely, he must know where Thor is.
“Hm” Loki watches as you stumble over to the table like the pathetic Midgardian you must depict just now. “it is admirable how much you two care for each other. He did ask me the same question when I visited him earlier”
“Well”, you start as you pull a chair from the table before sitting down. “that’s what friends do, they care. You wouldn’t know about it…since you don’t have any, y’know?”
“Friends”, Loki repeats the word, signing quotation marks into the air while he walks over to the table to take a seat across from you. “How come you can barely stand yet you still have the strength to run that pretty mouth of yours?”
You snort as you lift the cover from each of the plates, scanning for something that looks familiar or close to familiar. “What is this supposed to be? Food? I fricking doubt it!”
Slouching deeper into the white leather chair, you shove the plate away from you with a whine, damning everything alien once and for all. “I hate it here”
“Now, stop pouting and eat, Y/N, it’s not too bad”
Loki shoves the food back towards you with a stern look, matching the tone he used to say your name. “You will need your strength”
You choose to ignore his last statement. If he would want to kill you, he could do it with less and faster than putting poison in your food. You reach for something that looks sort of like bread, but purple, and dip it into some kind of beige sauce. You sniff and examine it like a wary scientist before taking a small bite.
“Watch out, that one is quite spicy”
And he is right. Your tongue starts burning immediately, so you reach for the closest carafe with liquid that looks like water to drink from. It doesn’t taste like anything you have tried before, certainly not water, but you don’t care, you just gulp it down until it leaks from the corners of your mouth, spilling onto your shirt.
“They brought glasses for a reason”, Loki tells you calmly as he watches you struggle to soothe the pain in your mouth.
You breathe heavy while the pain finally slackens, glaring at him. “And you couldn’t have told me sooner?”
Loki shrugs, not even trying to hide his slight smirk or the gleeful twinkle in his eyes.
“About the spiciness or glasses?”
“What do you want anyway? Truth is, I thought you died after Hela kicked you from the Bifrost”, you say, changing the subject while you inspect the rest of the food, more carefully now.
“Time works different on this planet. I have been here for two weeks – and no, I am very much alive”
You nibble and lick some yellow fruit, and decide it is safe before stuffing your mouth with it. All while Loki keeps on watching you which, in any other scenario, would make you feel insecure. You hate eating in front of people when they don’t eat anything themselves.
“and you quickly became the Grandmaster’s new sugar baby? Huh? Slept your way to the top?”, you ask in between bites. “Or why exactly is he fine with you talking to his prisoners?”
He tilts his head quizzically. “Sugar baby?”
“Never mind”, you snort, reaching for a different kind of fruit. “I guess it doesn’t matter”
“You should watch how you speak to me, darling. I am not my brother, not quite as foolish as him, you know? And I could be the one saving your arse one day”
You roll your eyes as you lean back in your chair. Gods, so very sensitive.
“You’re right, I’m sorry. I was hangry”
Another obscure word to him you see, but you don’t care to elaborate. Even though you feel better after your strange meal, you’re still stuck on an alien planet.
“Anyways, the Grandmaster wishes for you to attend him to the fight tonight. It will be quite the spectacle, I think. His prized champion is said to be a savage, and I am curious to see how Thor will face against him”
You stare at him for a few seconds, trying to process what Loki just told you, but somehow you cannot. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
Now he is the one rolling his eyes as he gets up from his chair, sighing. “Just finish eating what you want and wait for the servants. They will help you get ready, you slob.”
He points his finger at your soaked shirt before walking towards the door. You must look like a slob indeed as you have previously fallen from a wormhole into an intergalactic dumping ground.
You open your mouth to retort something, an insult maybe, and it looks like he is waiting for it as he hesitates with his hand on the door handle. You close your mouth again with a huff through your nose.
“Thank you”, you mutter under your breath.
His body stiffens, his head tilts to the side, but he doesn’t look over his shoulder, and he walks out the door without another word.
“I heard that”
When the servants arrive again, you are comfortably snoozing on the bed, not at all bothered by the whole situation, thanks to the alien liquor you drank by yourself. It was a nice buzz; mellow and comforting, one that made any bad thought disappear in your brain.
“Excuse me, Terran lady, we have to get you ready for the Grandmaster”
You lift your head to look at the female servant who addressed you, who looked like she was from Earth herself.
“I couldn’t care less about what your Grandmaster wants, you know?”
She gasps quietly, staring at you with her big green eyes. Unnaturally green, and unnaturally big. Perhaps she is not from Earth after all.
“But do as you must, I guess”, you add as you lift yourself up from the bed.
“We will draw you a bath first. The Grandmaster would like you to wear the outfit he has chosen for you himself. You may hand your…clothes over to Te’lalia.”
The servant nods to her colleague, standing next to the open bathroom door, who bows at you as your eyes meet, and you wonder why they act so submissive around you.
“What’s your name?”, you ask boldly while you undress yourself. Might as well make some allies while you’re at it.
“Surae”, she answers quickly as she gathers your clothes from the floor.
“Hm, nice to meet you”, you mumble as you step out of your underwear. You don’t care for your nakedness as you walk over to the bathroom while Surae hands the pile of clothes over to Te’lalia.
“Don’t throw my stuff away”, you say, pointing your finger at her warningly. “please.”
She nods and scurries off while you step into the room already filled with steam. As Surae tries to follow you, you stop in your tracks.
“I think I can take it from here, thank you”
“Please don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything, the Grandmaster likes…”
But Surae stops mid-sentence and bows her head slightly before leaving you alone.
There is no mirror in your room, and you’re happy about it. You don’t even want to know what you look like right now. A crossover between attempted Drag Queen and Sakaaran prostitute, probably.
You’re wearing a nearly sheer wrap dress made out of a fabric you don’t recognize. Like silk, but different. It was golden, metallic looking in the bright lights of your room. Flamboyant and hideous, just like the rest of this place.
At first, you thought the servants put lotion on you after your bath, but on further inspection you realized it was some sort of glittery golden makeup. And now you’re covered in it, great.
“I hope this comes off with water”, you huff as Surae paints the last of your nails with blazing red nail-polish. She has a smile on her face, thoroughly amused by your disdain for the Grandmaster’s style.
“What’s this now?”
You move your head to the side and scrunch up your nose as Te’lalia stands in front of you with a small paint brush in her hand, dripping with the color red.
“For your makeup”, she answers, and you notice a foreign accent when she speaks. “now close your mouth, Terran lady”
You hold still, reluctantly, as she paints over your lips and chin.
“The Grandmaster will be very pleased with you”, Surae says as she comes to stand in front of you with Te’lalia.
You taste makeup on your tongue and resist the urge to lick over your lips.
You’re more than aware that you are currently not wearing any kind of underwear as you are led through the Grandmaster’s palace. The dress is tight over your chest with half sleeves and a deep V-neck before the fabric wraps around your waist. The skirt is loose and flows behind you as you walk with your feet stuck in golden sandals. You hate sandals, they’re impractical and you don’t like to have your bare toes out in public. It makes you feel vulnerable for some reason. No sane person wears sandals in a city like New York.
You double knotted the strap around your waist just to be safe.
“This way”, Surae calls over her shoulder as she leads you to another elevator. “this one will take you to straight to the Grandmaster’s lookout lounge.”
“Are you not coming?”
You’d lie if you’d say that your personal servants, or assistants, didn’t give you some kind of comfort up to this point. But Surae shakes her head with a smile.
“We will prepare your chambers and wait for further instructions from the Grandmaster”
The elevator rings while its large bright turquoise doors open. Inside is a guard, already waiting for you. Stepping inside, you try to stay as far away from the Sakaaran creature as you can while the doors close shut behind you.
The guard pushes you into the bustling lounge, filled with all sorts of people. You step into the room, not knowing what to expect now. There are two guards on each side of the entrance, and the elevator behind you seems to be the only way in and out, so trying to escape is yet again no option.
You let your gaze wander around the lounge until it rests on the large panorama window ahead of you, granting everyone the best view into the arena. The interior design is just as extravagant as the rest of this place which does not mean it looks good.
You look at the man who bought you, make his way through the crowd with an excited expression on his face. “Yes, you, you, you”, he says, approaching you while he takes your appearance in.
He sighs with a pleased smile, and twirls his index finger, urging you to turn around for him. You obey, not hiding the disgusted scowl on your face. His friendly demeanor and soft-spoken voice makes everything worse.
“Hm mm, wonderful. What is your name again, my angel?”
He chuckles. “You Terrans come up with the silliest names” And he holds his palm up to you. “come, sit with me, sweet Y/N. The crowd is waiting for a spectacle and I, the host, can’t let them wait now, can I?”
You put your hand in his palm and he grabs it softly, pulling you along through the crowd. You feel all eyes on you as the Grandmaster shows you off proudly, and normally you’d be embarrassed if everything here wasn’t so bizarre.
He leads you to the long, white sofa right in front of the panorama window and orders the closest servant to bring you a drink before turning to his bodyguard, the large lady you remember from before.
“Topaz, get the projectors ready. I want to introduce our newest contender to the people”, he orders Topaz, all giddily.
However, while the crowd starts cheering louder as their ruler makes his announcement, your stomach drops as you finally become aware of your predicament. What if Thor loses? They managed to capture you and him. What if their champion manages to beat him?
Clutching your beating heart nervously, you take a swing from your glass, not even caring about what exactly you’re ingesting anymore. The liquor burns then numbs your throat and you suddenly feel the effect on your body. Your calm down as a pleasant tingle runs through you, starting at your fingertips down to your toes.
“I’d be careful with that if I were you, dear”, Loki whispers into your ear after sitting down without you noticing. You jump in your seat as his breath tickles your neck before he settles in the corner to your left, a fancy cup in his own hand.
You frown at him and, despite his advice, take another sip from your drink out of pettiness.
A smug smile plays on his lips as he gets comfortable in his corner, watching the Grandmaster’s virtual projection in the middle of the arena.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you…Lord of Thunder”
At that your attention immediately shifts from Loki to the arena ground. Leaning forward to get a better look, you watch as a metal gate opens.
“What the hell have they done to your hair”, you mutter under your breath as you unconsciously get up to walk to the large window. Suddenly, the crowd starts booing as Thor walks further into the arena and you clench your fists at your sides. The whole situation is so fucked up, makes your blood boil.
Thor, down there, forced to participate in this lunatic’s death battle while you’re up here in his lounge, forced to act like some kind of pet of his.
“Now, darling, I know seeing him makes your mind shut down, but don’t do anything stupid yet”
There’s a hand on your left forearm, gently squeezing your flesh while Loki once again whispers into your ear. You wonder if he is not scared of the Grandmaster seeing this, but he is probably involved in this arrangement.
“Like what? Maybe you could give me some ideas, asshole”, you hiss at him before shrugging him off. You sit back down, in the middle of the sofa and hope both men will leave you alone.
“Watch out for his fingers, they make sparks…”, the Grandmaster says mockingly before continuing to announce his beloved champion. As you look over to him, your owner, you swear you can see his excitement showing trough his tunic skirt.
You scoff with disgust. Sparks.Thor could destroy everyone in this arena if they’d let him. Give him back his hammer and it’d be over with. A servant walks past you with a tray of drinks and you wave her over, might as well numb yourself to get through this disaster.
By the time Hulk arrives, you don’t have a care in the world, you’re not even surprised. Although you cannot keep your smirk to yourself as Loki shrinks in his seat next to you.
“I have to get off this planet”
“Oh, someone’s afraid of the big green monster, huh? Yeah, I remember New York”, you giggle as you celebrate your sudden triumph.
“Shut up!”, Loki hisses while painful memories of his last encounter with Hulk flash before his eyes. “You look ridiculous by the way”
You ignore his jab with triumphant amusement. Hulk knows Thor, they worked together, there is now way they will fight, and suddenly you feel like nothing can stop you getting off this planet anymore.
Until Hulk does fight Thor.
The crowd goes crazy, the Grandmaster cheers in his corner of the sofa, and Loki joins him. Now your smile is wiped off your face with a soul crushing finality. There is a moment where it looks like Thor might win this, but the Grandmaster interferes as he grabs his fancy remote control.
“No!”, you gasp, bracing yourself for the pain, but there comes none. You just watch helplessly as Thor slumps down.
“Don’t worry, my angel, your, uh” The Grandmaster points at his own neck, then yours with a smirk. “Obedience Disk was changed to a different frequency”
Hulk finishes Thor by leaping into the air like a manic bullfrog and smashes him into the ground with his giant fist. The ground shakes, dust settles and you’re sure any other being would have every bone broken in their body after an attack like that.
“Don’t worry, Y/N, he will live”, Loki snickers next to you as you listen to the cheering crowd in a daze. Hulk bathes in the glory, laughing about his triumph over the Lord of Thunder while some guards dig around the rubble until they find Thor to carry him out of the arena.
“Now that was a fight! Woho, yeah, go Hulk!”, the Grandmaster claps into his hands excitedly as he looks around the lounge to check if everyone is enjoying themselves. “Wasn’t that great? I think it was amazing!”
He taps your shoulder and gestures you to get up. “Let’s go get the afterparty started!”
You take his hand, because you know you’re not able to get your drunk ass up by yourself, and he urges you towards the elevator while his guests congratulate him on the win of his champion. You keep walking as the Grandmaster eventually stops to enjoy the attention.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Loki grabs a hold of one of your wrists and pulls you into his side, smiling innocently at bystanders. You don’t have the strength to fight him off, you merely stare up at him as his hand snakes around your waist.
“What happens to me now?”
His lips twist into a smug smile, and his grip tightens as his penetrating bright green eyes burn into yours. Then he lowers his head, and his raven locks tickle your face as he whispers into your ear once more, his voice taunting and cheerful.
“Wouldn’t you want to know, darling”
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