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[buckets-and-trees]

Desperate [Bucky x Reader]

Fandom: MCU Title: Desperate Characters/Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader Word Count: 3k 

Summary: Enemies? Rivals? It's always been reluctant teamwork between you and the Winter Soldier, but when put in a situation where personal feelings have to be put aside, maybe actual personal feelings are uncovered.

Content Warnings: kidnapping, sex pollen ergo DUBIOUS CONSENT, sexual situations (named acts, non-explicit depictions of vaginal sex), medical elements (needles, IVs, experience of medical distress)

Thank You Notes: BIGGEST SHOUT OUTS to @sgt-seabass who beta loved this into what it is and @vonalyn who helped supply me with some of the vital energy I needed. This was SUPPOSED to be an answer to this little sleepover ask @povlvr had graced me with... but then it became this! Logistical Notes: Filling my eleventh square for Bucky Barnes Bingo @buckybarnesbingo - Y2 "Reluctant Teamwork" and @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer Week 9 which is technically a "FREE WEEK" but had sex pollen listed as one of the suggested things to play with, so... that's why we're here now.

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You were an old SHIELD contact that Steve knew before Project Insight. He didn't know you well then, but you had crossed paths a few times. You were an analyst sometimes assigned to Steve's missions. You went to work for the CIA after the Triskellion takedown, where you stayed for a couple of years, before eventually moving into the private sector.

When Steve, Nat, Sam, and Wanda were outlaws on the run, they bumped into you again, and you became an ally and valuable contact in your new area of the country - and ultimately a friend. And trusted enough that you knew about Bucky - and Bucky heard about you.

Bucky didn't love that you were an element in Steve's life. He hadn't met you, hadn't been able to get his own read on you. 

He'd been wary initially about Nat, Sam, and Wanda, but he'd been able to meet them and build his own trust - and they'd all ultimately put their lives and reputations on the line for him. 

It wasn't that he was distrustful of everyone anymore and needed people to put their lives on the line to prove themselves. Those who had sided with Steve over Tony in the Zemo affair aside, he'd also learned to trust others again in Wakanda with so many of the royal family and the royal guard building relationships with him. 

But with you he didn’t know you, and so he didn't like it.

What Bucky loathed even more? 

You didn't blip out. For five years, you were there for Steve when he couldn't be. You were apparently there so much that when Steve left, he fucking said to watch out for you. The punk.

Bucky didn’t know Steve dropped in on you, too, and asked you to keep an eye out for Bucky the day he gave Sam the shield. You promised you would.

You reached out. Not immediately, but in the weeks after.

Bucky was... less than kind.

Frankly, he was surly, ungrateful, short, and rude. 

Pieces were moving and with Bucky's reappearance in the United States, the question of his future was an immediate concern. Public and government representatives were demanding trials, pardons, and all the rest.

You told him you had found an excellent contact for a lawyer.

"No, thanks, I can find my own," the words were polite, but the tone was clipped, flat, low - almost a growl. 

Being so abruptly shut down, you decided to cut the phone call first and on your terms, so you wished him luck - managing to be more polite than him, making it sound genuine - and hung up.

You called Matt Murdock yourself, and told him about Bucky's case.

You did it only because of your promise to Steve.

And a little bit because you knew you were fucking right and that Bucky needed your lawyer contact. 

Matt chuckled, told you he knew about stubbornness, and that he'd go about approaching the Winter Soldier diplomatically and professionally.

Matt pulled off the best possible pardon deal, even if not everything about it was ideal.

When Pepper decided to get back into some of the Avenger support again - after the Flag Smashers business - so she could provide some more trustworthy resources for Sam and Bucky and the old crowd, you were one of the people she ended up scouting and recruiting to come work on the direct home support team with research and tactical support. Sometimes you went into the field with the team, but usually you stayed at home base and relayed with the agents over comms. 

This was not because you weren't outstanding, but because it was clear the less time you and Bucky spent in proximity to each other, the less awkward it was for everyone else on the team. You were both professional enough to keep the animosity out of things during a mission over comms, and that was about it. 

Otherwise, it was silent treatment and resentment.

Neither of you extended the woes of your dislike for each other actively to anyone else on the team, keeping your mouths shut about your feelings, and engaging in only occasional and minimal eye-rolling when either of you was mentioned. Bucky made a point of giving you electrolyte-enhanced waters first whenever you did go into the field on a mission with them, as if you were a toddler who couldn’t take care of yourself. 

Sitting by you at a holiday dinner at Sam’s you almost thought there was a moment of thaw between you and the Winter Soldier, but you didn’t push the almost comfortable silence between you to anything more - knowing it had been long-established he only tolerated you. It was clearly only a temporary pause, meaning very little as Bucky continued to push for you not being put into the field with them. You didn’t need to be around his close scrutiny. He made getting over any initial crush you might have had on him very easy. 

Things were fine like that for a little over a year. 

And then you were abducted on your way back from a mission outside of Paris where you had been part of the local ground team, taken and smuggled out of the airport. It was not HYDRA this time, just leftover cretins who blipped away but now were back, stirring up their own operation which hoped to double down on being even more nefarious. They were interested in testing some of their new methods and resources while also trying to extract some sensitive information.

Why not kill two birds with one stone by snatching up a well-connected and informed analyst at the heart of the neo-Avengers operation?

They recovered files from debunked HYDRA facilities (hard drives were wiped, but motivated hackers knew how to dig beneath what had been wiped to recover remnants - in hindsight, SHIELD should have taken the tech to a secure location) and developed an even more concentrated and powerful form of sex pollen. They were interested in how it would be absorbed in both the aerosol and liquid forms they had developed. Why not try out both forms on you? 

The aerosol was potent enough, but not in a way that would break you for their line of inquiries.

So, they injected it right into your veins.

Compounding with what had already been ingested into your system, everything intensified, and you - much more quickly than they anticipated - moved past what may have been a state where they could've coaxed the information they wanted out of you. 

Quickly you progressed to the point where you were consumed by this toxin, your body raging and desperate for the physical activity that will get you to a sexual release and flush the toxin from your system. You were keening and moaning and crying, covered in sweat, straining painfully against your bonds, unable to focus on anything anyone said to you. 

You were incoherent and not far from feral. 

Having gone beyond the point you could be giving them intelligence, you were still useful to provide information as the test subject, and they kept you on it through an IV drip to see the limits of what an average female body could take before it was completely broken.

You had absolutely no sense of how long this went on, only that you were not even crying tears anymore, just dry sobbing and wailing, because everything in your throat, and in your veins, and in your chest, and in your vagina burned. 

It was an agony you'd never experienced in your life. 

You vaguely registered a cacophony of sound around you, but it was like it was coming to you through a long dark tunnel, distorted and distant, and you couldn’t open your eyes to see what is going on, not that you could even think to or were capable of caring about anything other than the desperate purgatory you were enduring until you finally passed out.

Bucky and Sam were nearly back to base ops in New York from the Paris mission when the news of your abduction came through, and they turned around immediately. Teams working at home and in Paris - and Bucky in the air while Sam piloted - narrowed your likely whereabouts down to two locations: somewhere near Versailles (because of course evil operations are drawn to the ideas of opulence) or a compound outside of Brussels. 

Time already against them, Sam and Bucky made the tough decision that they needed to split up so they could investigate both options as quickly as humanly possible. Sam dropped Bucky at the well-equipped safe house less than an hour away from the suspected Versailles compound and then headed to Brussels.

After arming himself to the teeth as quickly as he could, Bucky fired up the Ducati in the garage of the safehouse that had been equipped with a noise dampener by your tech engineers, punched in his navigational coordinates, and pushed to top speeds to get to there, stashing the bike half a kilometer away so he could make the rest of the approach in complete stealth.

The operation was much smaller than he anticipated, but because of its size it was almost immediately apparent to Bucky that this was where they had you, and he was also confident he would be able to drop this operation and get to you without as much trouble as he expected.

But in no way could he have predicted the state he would find you in.

He heard your agonizing cries and keening within moments of entering the facility, and he'd already dropped four agents at that point, but the excruciating pain he heard from you was its own form of torture in itself. 

He picked up the pace, tearing ruthlessly through everyone else that came between him and you.

He got the full view of the condition you were in only moments before you passed out. He quickly undid all the bindings and removed everything they had attached to monitor your vitals. He unhooked the IV drip but had the presence of mind to take the bag for testing later. It was inelegant, but he hefted you over his shoulder, and everyone else still conscious who got in his way of getting you out was incapacitated with a single kill shot.

It was close to midnight when he reached the safe house and carefully tucked you into one of the beds. He pulled a secure laptop and some of the base medical testing equipment into the bedroom and kept watch over your catatonic form while he started running tests on the substance you’d been hooked up to and sent the base data for his samples to the bioengineering team back at HQ.

Over the next hour your body experienced a few fits of violent shaking, but you didn’t rouse until almost 2am. When you did, it was with great heaving gasps, and your arms flailed, your hands grasping at the sheets, at your clothes, and then at Bucky when he appeared almost immediately at your side trying to soothe you. He had a theory he hoped wasn’t true – that he knew what was running through your veins – but it was confirmed when you clutched and pawed desperately at him. Then your eyes met his, there was a recognition but coupled with devastating desperation, and you started babbling his name and pleading, “Bucky, please, Bucky. Need. Bucky, help. Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.”

He’d been in distress over you since he first heard your tortured cries hours before, and he knew you needed him.

He wouldn’t deny you. 

He knew the anguish of being a slave within one’s own mind. 

He worked both of you out of your clothes quickly, and then laid you back on the bed and crawled above you. “I gothcu, shh, I know what you need.” You cried, but with a glimmer of relief, when he sunk into your desperately wet cunt. He thrust diligently into you while you clung to his shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist. 

The first orgasm was quick, and provided a glorious wave of relief that helped, but it was not enough. 

Not even close.

For nearly two hours he let you use him, pulling him into you, riding him, kneeling under him on all fours while he wrapped an arm around your waist and took you from behind. 

It was relentless fucking until you hit the point of being utterly depleted – mercifully coinciding with when the chemicals seemed to have finally been flushed from your system with enough of the endorphins released into your bloodstream from the numberless orgasms. 

If anyone but a super soldier had found you, Bucky genuinely worried they may not have been enough to help. Seeing you at the utter extreme of limits, in dangerous territory, had shaken something inside him he wasn’t prepared to discover. There had been no question in his mind that he had to get you through it. 

He smoothed your hair off your face and let your body gently sink back into the mattress, then got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. He wiped your brow first, and you sighed in relief, eyes already closed in bone-tired weariness. Bucky gently wiped the sweat from your neck, continued moving down your body, and then with a second warm cloth he’d also brought, he gently wiped away the mess of slick that had seeped down your thighs. He carefully redressed your exhausted form, sliding you back into your discarded underwear and his t-shirt that was close enough to scoop up from the floor, and tucked you into the covers. You were asleep before he had finished taking care of you.

As you rested, he continued his vigilant watch from before. You stirred an hour or so later. It was still dark, but with almost a hint that sunrise would be creeping to the edges of the windows soon. He moved to your side again, this time with water, which he pressed to your lips, helping you to set up so you could drink. You began to gulp it down, but slowed when he tried to soothe you and urged you to slow your intake.

When you were nearly done downing the glass, your eyes opened briefly, but catching Bucky’s wary gaze on you, you shut them again. Not before Bucky saw the flash of anguish, however. You scooted away and turned your back, pulling your knees up and burying your head in your arms.

Bucky wanted to reach out and touch you, but settled for softly uttering your name, trying to coax you to look at him.

You refused, consumed with shame and horror.

Your throat was thick with a different kind of agony. 

That episode of pain and innate need had ended, but this? 

This was a new hell you would have to endure. 

“Bucky, I’m sorry, and I know I owe you my life and probably all of my sanity, but please, please go. Please leave me be and don’t put me through the humiliation right now of being here only because you were resigned to helping me despite hating me. I’ll have to bear that forever, but please, just… please at least leave me to myself until we get out of here.”

He was silent for a moment.

“Fuck, I don’t hate you – I never truly hated you,” he said. It was quiet, but perfectly audible in the silence of the pre-dawn.

You raised your head tentatively.

He took a deep breath and continued. “I only kept it up to save face since I drove you to despise me and was too proud to turn it around.”

You were truly overwhelmed. You wanted to say something but had no idea how to respond to that admission, especially when you were already wrung out to the very edges of your emotional state.

“I’ve respected you for a long time now.” Bucky broke the silence.

“You have?”

“Probably more than respected you, if I’m being honest.”

You were still exhausted despite having slept for the past few hours, but you pushed your mind to think… you started to reconsider the thaw from hostility to civility, that he argued with you in group settings less, how everything had become less grudging. But you knew you’d put up your own protective walls to shield you from his scrutiny because it had hurt too much to have been spurned by him when you’d reached out to try and forge that relationship with him after Steve left initially. 

And so much of tonight had been a feverish haze, but you had small pieces that were stained into your memory, some of which were him and things you couldn’t categorize as the actions of anything less than someone who cared. 

“How do you feel about me?” you ventured. 

The two of you looked into each other’s eyes for a few long moments.

“I don’t know that I can explain it all yet – I don’t think I know the words for it, but… let me show you? No chemicals, just us, see what’s really here?” He reached out a tentative hand to cover one of yours.

You nodded.

You let him move in.

You let him kiss you.

You let him lay you down beneath him again, and this time you sunk into each other. 

You cried again, but this time from the immense emotion. You could feel it rolling off of him and pouring into you, a balm starting to fill in the anguished pieces of your soul. Your spent bodies pushed through any tiredness and desperately moved together again, relentlessly motivated this time to slake the emotional hunger growing between you. Touches that explored, that carved into memory, that expressed. 

This time when you were both only finished by exhaustion, you curled into each other and slept, feeling the beginnings of solace and true peace, a turning of the tide, and maybe the acknowledgement that emotions that had run so deeply between you two were only felt so strongly because you truly valued the other even from the beginning.

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[rookthorne]

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The urge, while powerful and all-consuming most of the time, never burned this hot. It was always temperable, until it wasn’t — and there was one way to make it better, it was just a good thing that a certain someone was just as much of a trouble maker as you were.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ༄ Fireman!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Fireman!Steve Rogers

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ༄ Fluff, aftercare, Bucky is a lil' shit ჻჻჻ SMUT: Fingering (F receiving), masturbation (M), somnophilia, unprotected piv, Dom/Sub/Brat (Dom/Brat!Bucky + Dom!Steve + Sub!Reader) ჻჻჻ KINKS: Praise, daddy, degredation, voyeurism, exhibitionism

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ༄ @sgt-seabass chose this one, so I am entirely innocent here. No, I don't have a habit of deflecting, what do you mean?

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ༄ Cravin' by Stileto, Kendayle Paige

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ༄ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 9 — 'S' Week (Somnophilia) — Masterlist ༄ @allcapsbingo 𝗚𝟱 — Waking Up Together — Masterlist

𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It wasn’t often that you dreamed. Nor was it often that you felt so… lonely — so empty. 

Not when you had two men sharing the bed you slept in — one fast asleep, the other just dozing lightly, their shared heavy breaths waking you fully from your fitful sleep. 

In a state of half consciousness, you took stock of your body — your hips felt loose, and you couldn’t help but wriggle in the sheets, just a little. Taking deep breaths felt like a laborious task, and you couldn’t help the small whimpers that left your lips as you stared at the profile of Bucky. 

And your cunt — it ached something fierce, and the cavernous feeling of being empty intensified by the second, and it was rapidly becoming unbearable. 

Bucky’s brow twitched and his lips parted on an exhale, and you watched with half lidded eyes as his head turned to face you. He was still fast asleep. “Fuck,” you murmured, wriggling a little more to see if changing the angle of your hips would help ease the ache — you were tired after all. 

It only made it worse.

You whined breathlessly, and Bucky twitched, his eyes opening blearily as he scanned the room, before finally landing on your face — flushed and heated from arousal, your bottom lip swollen from you biting it. His brows furrowed in confusion as he stared, and you blinked slowly, still shifting your hips. 

“You right, doll?” he rasped, one hand scratching his jaw, while the other came to rest on your waist. “Wha’s wrong? Where’s it hurt?”

Bless him, you thought. 

Blinking rapidly, you canted your bare ass up into the air and angled it towards him. “Please, it hurts, daddy,” you whispered.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured, realisation dawning on his sleepy features, and his hand moved to cup your ass in his palm. “Can’t have you hurtin’ now, can I?”

“No,” you answered, gripping the sheets between your fingers and bunching them painfully into your palm. “Wanna be fucked, daddy.”

Bucky grinned sleepily and sidled closer. “Y’know what, Cherry? Why don’t you fuck Stevie–he would love it,” he cooed, rubbing circles with his thumb over the skin of your ass. “Go on. Ride daddy.”

“But he’s asleep-”

“Doesn’t mean shit, baby,” Bucky soothed. “Take all of his cock–be a good girl for me.”

You whined quietly and pushed yourself up onto your elbows to better look at Steve. Fast asleep and face turned away from you, he was lying on his back with the comforter bunched at his hips to cover his naked form. 

“Don’t you wanna be filled, baby?” Bucky asked, his lips now tracing the column of your throat. “Daddy has a load for you, sweetheart, you just have to take it.”

“Oh, god,” you moaned. “Please-”

“One sec, baby,” Bucky said, and you felt his hand wander down the cleft of your ass. “Spread those legs for me–good girl,” he praised just as your knees parted on instinct. “Have to make sure you can take him. Don’t need our girl hurtin’ taking all of daddy, do we?”

“No, fuck, daddy,” you gasped, the feel of his fingers tracing over your clit knocking the breath out of you. “Yes, feels good-”

“Almost ready,” Bucky replied, his fingers sinking deep into your cunt with no warning. You keened and rocked back against them, all while Bucky’s breath fanned over your ear and neck. “Such a good girl, just lay there for me–keep makin’ those pretty noises.”

You endured a few more minutes of him scissoring his fingers in your pussy to stretch you, and you panted and moaned through every second – pitch varied and volume increasing, but still, Steve did not wake up, not once. 

The slick sounds of Bucky’s fingers grew louder. “Tha’s it, sweetheart,” he praised, pumping his fingers in and out. “I think you’re ready–what d’you think, baby? Ready for daddy’s cock?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, nodding fervently. You could just feel Bucky’s grin against the skin of your neck, and his huffed laughter. “Please.”

“Go get ‘im, Cherry–show daddy who’s boss,” Bucky encouraged, helping you up and move to straddle Steve’s hips. The blond only stirred lightly, his nose scrunching in his sleep, but he didn’t wake. “Go on,” Bucky whispered, “take his cock like the good girl I know you are.”

“Okay,” you murmured, and you raised your hips up to better grip Steve’s flaccid cock in your hand. 

“Tha’s it, good girl,” Bucky praised, and his hand reached out to take Steve’s cock. “Lemme guide, baby, I’ve gotchu.” You let go of Steve’s length, and took a deep breath as the sound of Bucky’s slick hand pumped his husband’s cock until he was semi-hard. “Alright, kitten, there you go.”

Slowly, ever so damn slowly, you sank down onto Steve’s cock – each inch made your breath hitch. He began to harden, but still, he did not wake up. “Daddy, daddy,” you whimpered, gripping Bucky’s forearm. “Fuck.”

“I know, sweetheart–sonofabitch is a heavy sleeper, isn’t he?”

“I want-”

“Hang on,” Bucky soothed, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh. “Is he hard–has his cock at least noticed that he’s in the prettiest cunt?”

A heavy breath left your lungs, and you nodded, biting your lip. “Yeah.”

Bucky grinned, a wolfish smile if you’ve ever seen. “Alright then, you ride him–and you ride him good, can you do that for me, Cherry?” You nodded again, rocking your hips slowly. “Atta girl, now take him. Don’t you go slow.”

You took one deep breath, a second, and then rocked your hips in earnest, your hands resting on Steve’s chest – which began to rapidly rise and fall, and his hips moved, causing a moan to fall from your lips. 

Steve whimpered, moaned, and then shouted, “What- Fuckin’ hell, Cherry!” His eyes flew open, and his hands frantically gripped your hips. “Shit. Fuck, you feel-”

“She feels s’good, doesn’t she, babe?” Bucky purred, his mouth hovering over Steve’s shoulder. He bit down on the muscle with a low growl that Steve mimicked a second later. “Kitten was achin’, and I wanted to watch you get a taste of your own fuckin’ medicine. Cherry,” he called, loud enough to be heard over your pants for air – Steve’s cock was hitting all the right places and you revelled in the way he filled you. You looked at Bucky and met his gaze, smiling lazily. “Fuck him.”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned, and you bounced on Steve’s cock, taking just what you deserved while the blond squirmed beneath you. “Fuck, feels good, need more-”

“Darlin’, honey, fuck-” Steve moaned, his hands lifting you up and down at a faster pace. “Goddammit, what the hell happened?”

“She was desperate, and she needed someone to fill that pretty pussy up–figured you’d want it to be your cock, honey,” Bucky cooed. You watched as Bucky turned Steve’s face to his and kissed him hungrily. 

The lewd sound of your slicked cunt sliding up and down Steve’s fully hard cock filled the room, each pass of his cockhead over your walls hitting that spot perfectly. “Oh, fuck- Ah! Daddy, please,” you begged, your rhythm faltering the further the coil tightened. “Please!”

Steve pulled away from Bucky to look up at you. “Aw, honey,” he breathed, “you cockdrunk on me already? You feelin’ good?”

“Uh-huh,” you cried, your fingers scrambling over Steve’s chest as Bucky chuckled darkly. “Wanna cum!”

“You better let her cum, babe,” Bucky cautioned. “Poor thing woke me up. Now she needs you to fuck her back to sleep.”

Your stomach flipped at the sight below you – two identical hungry stares that would rival a wolf’s hunting glare, and you knew you were screwed. A small, pitiful whimper left your lips, and Steve grinned; all fucked out and sharp teeth aside. “Oh, I will.”

Steve’s hands, warm and rough, gentle and soft all at once, pulled you to his chest, and you felt his thighs move under you. You glanced over your shoulder for a singular second to see he had planted his feet on the mattress, and you had only one chance to catch your breath and gulp.

“Hold on, kitten,” Bucky called – the grin of triumph so clear in his tone.

“Wait- Fuck! Daddy!”

The sharp sound of skin slapping against wet skin filled the room again, this time, it was constant with the grunts of effort Steve let out as he fucked up into your cunt – each thrust a harsh drive into your heat that had you panting for breath. It was an onslaught like no other and tears welled along your waterline, as desperate to fall as you were to cum. 

“You feel so fuckin’ good, darlin’,” Steve groaned, his grip tightening as he drove his hips up and up and up. “Such a good girl for me, taking what you want–know you want my fuckin’ load, huh? That what you want?”

“Yes!” you cried, your mouth falling open. “Please, daddy! Fuckfuckfuck-”

“She looks so good like this,” Bucky commented, his voice full of awe. “You close, kitten? You wanna cum?”

You opened your eyes and stared down at them – Steve with his chin tucked to his chest, a snarl of determination on his lips, while Bucky lay next to him, pumping his cock with his hand with a victorious smirk on his pretty lips. “Oh-”

“I think that’s a yes,” Bucky mused, nodding once. “Go on then, fuckin’ cum, you slut.”

Unbidden, your cunt clenched around Steve’s cock with the first flutter of your climax, and you hiccuped. 

“Do that again, Buck,” Steve moaned, his voice hoarse. “She’s squeezin’ me, and I know she’s close.”

Bucky’s smirk morphed into a grin with as many sharp teeth as Steve’s, and he bit his lip as his hand sped up on his dick. “Oh, that so, kitten? You like being called a fuckin’ slut? What about a fucktoy–nothin’ but a fuckin’ fucktoy for us to use and fill, maybe even breed-”

“Fuck!” You screamed, you back bowing into Steve’s chest as your orgasm ripped through your whole body. “Daddy! Fuck–cumming! ‘M cumming!”

“Good fuckin’ girl!” Bucky called over your sobs, and you felt a hand on your thigh. “Tha’s it, let it out–soak Stevie, kitten, fuck, you’re gorgeous like this.”

Your chest spasmed in time with your cunt through the waves, and you distantly registered the loud roar from Steve just as you felt his cock twitch in your heat, his release coating your walls. A low moan came from beside you and you felt the warm, tacky residue of Bucky’s cum hitting your thigh and calf. 

“Fuck,” Steve groaned, as you fell onto his chest, and his hands came to rest on your lowerback to cradle you close. “That’s it, honey–good girl, did so good for us.” 

Shivers wracked your body and you hummed, relaxing into the warmth he offered. There was a rustle beside you, and Bucky said, “I’ll just get a towel. Hang on, baby.”

“You alright, darlin’?” Steve whispered, his fingertips running up and down your back. “Didn’t hurt ya?”

“No,” you slurred – the sated monster deep in your belly finally purring and content enough to let you sleep. “‘M tired, daddy.”

“Go to sleep, sweetheart,” Steve urged, kissing the crown of your head. “I’ve gotchu, and Buck’ll clean us up, okay?”

You would have replied with a semblance of gratitude, but sleep pulled you under her waves and kept you there – the last thing you felt before succumbing was the brush of a soft cloth on your thighs, and the whispered words from both Steve and Bucky, “Such a good girl.”

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He's wondering when you're gonna stop doing your boring work and do him instead

Of course, he is. 😏

Clocking Out

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky makes it difficult for you to get any work done.

Word Count: Over 1k

Warnings: Established relationship, implied smutty times, Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning)

A/N: Late submission for Week 7 of Hot Bucky Summer for @buckybarnesevents ! Prompt - "Who's this?". ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. But thanks to @rookthorne for the inspiration. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You narrowed your eyes in concentration on your laptop screen, the clicking of your keyboard the only sound in your in-home office. You typically worked with some kind of background noise, whether it be music or even the television at a low volume. It helped the day go by faster. At some point though, Bucky ventured in and shut your playlist off to ask some random question.

"Who's this?" he asked as he shoved his phone in your face and blocked your view of the monitor. "And what is FYP? What the hell does that mean?"

You had to giggle after a moment. Your boyfriend had a habit of interrupting you while you worked to get some form of attention. It happened more times than you could count and you were lucky you got any work done at all when he was home. He told you in passing that after being alone for so long that he wanted to soak up every moment he could with you. 

I can't get mad when he puts it that way. 

"It means 'For You Page' and I have no clue who that is," you answered, gently pushing his hand away so you could get back to typing. "Why are you on TikTok, old man?"

"Why are you?" he asked, taking a seat on the loveseat near your desk. "Is this what you look at to get inspiration for your smut or whatever it is that you call it?"

"Hey!" you said, pushing away from your desk to turn and face him. "I write stories, thank you very much. Some of them just happen to include smut and there is nothing wrong with that."

Bucky had an all too smug expression on his face when he leaned back against the cushion and widened his massive thighs. He took up almost the entire two-seater sofa with his size. The gorgeous bastard finished up his workout earlier and didn't bother getting fully dressed after his shower. Just a new pair of sweatpants and no shirt, his long hair still slightly damp and daring you to run his fingers through it.

Showing off his broad torso like a harlot. 

"Sorry. You're right. You do tell stories and they are wonderful," he said, holding up his hands on surrender. His steel blue eyes had a hint of playfulness as he nodded to your laptop. "You almost done with your 'porn with plot' or should I come back later?"

You rolled your eyes as you spun away from him and pulled yourself back to your desk. "You're impossible. Turn my music back on and go back to watching TikTok videos."

"Or you could take a break and ride me," he suggested so casually your fingers froze on the keyboard. "Give you the motivation you need to finish."

With a defiant lift of your chin, you went back to typing. You did like his idea and it wouldn't be the first time you stopped writing to have Bucky pull an orgasm or two from you. The only reason you got a bigger desk was so he could fit under it. The image of him nearly getting stuck under your old desk brought a smile to your face. 

It also caused a tingling sensation between your legs when you remembered just how deep he stabbed his tongue into your aching pussy. 

"You can't ignore me, doll. Look at you. Already distracted and shifting in your chair," he said, his voice low. He knew exactly how it affected you. "So get over here."

Nope. His thick cock can wait for me to take a ride. 

"Bet you're not even working," he accused. It wasn't true. There were words on the screen. "You're typing just to look busy when we both know you're getting your seat wet through your clothes."

"Don't you have work to do yourself?" you asked incredulously, refusing to look over at him. If you did, you'd go right to him and he'd win. Both of you would win, but that wasn't the point. He cut into your work time when you couldn't cut into his.

It's not like I can show up in the middle of a mission and demand to suck his cock. 

"If by 'work' you mean your delicious cunt, yeah. I have a lot of work to do," he said. The unsubtle man he was, you knew he was about two seconds away from taking himself out and stroking his perfect cock. Anyone who said perfection didn't exist hadn't slept with Bucky Barnes. "I'll do overtime and you can pay me in orgasms."

Your head fell back against your chair with a groan. "Where is your off switch?"

"No off switch around you, doll. Only an on switch. You're lucky I don't knock stuff off the end tables since I'm practically a walking hard-on around you."

The sincerity in his statement had you beaming and laughing all at once. You wondered if something in the serum sent his libido into overdrive or if it was you who brought that side of him out. It did wonders for your self-esteem because no matter how you looked, he gazed at you as if you were the most beautiful creature to grace this planet. 

A small break wouldn't hurt. 

"If I step away for a few minutes," you began as you stared at the ceiling. "You have to transcribe the next few paragraphs for me so I can lay down and recover."

"Deal," he said, leaning over and gripping the chair handle to turn you toward him. "But I'm warning you. If you dirty talk, I'm gonna get hard all over again and we'll be right back where we started."

"It can't be any worse than the time you had me in your lap," you said as you lifted your head. He couldn't stop himself from running his hands along your body or kissing your neck. And that was before he had you warm his cock. "Don't look so smug. You owe me an orgasm."

"Yes, ma'am," he smirked. 

Lucky for you, Bucky always delivered on his promises. 

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Let Me Know

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

For Week 7 of @buckybarnesevents's Hot Bucky Summer: Who's This?

Warnings: 18+, language, light angst, mentions of blood/injuries

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: Roommates to lovers?? Don't mind if I do! 😂 It was so fun to write for Bucky again! I haven't written much for him as I've been doing other events for other fandoms, but trust he is still bouncing around my head always haha. This got away from me in the best way. Hope you enjoy!

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You hadn’t heard from Bucky since he left for his last mission. That wasn’t something that was necessarily unusual—it wasn’t uncommon for him to drop off the radar for a couple weeks at a clip. You’d known that was part of the deal for a long time, long before the two of you had started whatever relationship it was that you had now.

At first you two were just roommates. Hell, you didn’t even want to refer to the two of you as friends for a while at the start. It wasn’t that you disliked each other, but Bucky didn’t seem like he was really the type who was keen on making friends. He was civil with you, cordial, but it wasn’t as though the two of you spent a lot of quality time together. He spent most of his time in his room unless he was showering or cooking. The times when he was home alone you’d come back to the apartment to find him in the living room, but once it was the two of you again, he’d soon retreat back to his own space. You mentioned to him on more than one occasion that the living room was considered a common area for a reason—it wasn’t as though only one of you could be there at a time, but he always found a way to brush the comment off.

It wasn’t until he came home in the middle of the night from a mission while you were in the kitchen making yourself a midnight snack that the two of you had any interaction of real substance. You heard the apartment door open and you were automatically on-edge. Bucky was known to come and go at all hours, and while no one had ever tried to break into your place, you knew that there was always a first time for everything.

So, you grabbed a knife from the knife block and slowly crept towards the door. You heard someone let out a soft grunt, followed by heavy booted footsteps on the floor. Your grip around the knife handle tightened as you held your breath. Reaching around the corner, you quickly turned on the lights and stepped around the corner, effectively not only scaring the shit out of Bucky, but also yourself. You were a lot of things, but one thing you were not was someone who thrived in fight or flight situations.

“Jesus,” Bucky said, bracing himself against the arm of the couch, recovering once he realized it was you. He made a small gesture to the knife in your hand. “What the hell are you doing?”

You huffed, heart still pounding inside your chest as you let your arm drop carefully back to your side. “What the hell are you doing?” you shot back.

His brows knit, confused, like the answer was perfectly, obvious. To his credit, it was. “Trying to come home?”

“It’s almost 2AM. Why didn’t you just stay—”

“I wanted to be in my own bed,” he cut you off. He shook his head at you. “Why am I getting interrogated for wanting to be in my own apartment?” He paused. “Why are you awake at 2AM?”

You pointed back towards the kitchen with the knife, which would’ve been more amusing if either of you were less frustrated or less exhausted. “Wanted a snack.”

He huffed out a laugh, one that almost sounded a little bit amused. “Right.”

“Want some?” you offered, like an olive branch. “Quesadillas.”

“At 2AM?”

You rolled your eyes. “You don’t have to have any of it. Just thought—”

“I’m good,” he cut you off, “but thanks.” He watched as you nodded, both of you still just standing there, occupying the same space because neither knew what move to make next. “Goodnight,” he finally said, prying his hand off the couch so he could slowly keep making his way towards his room.

You stepped to the side, letting him pass. You couldn’t help but notice that he was moving slower than usual, not quite limping but definitely stiff. “Do you need—”

“I’m good.”

You sighed, letting your head drop back so you were staring up at the ceiling. Someday the two of you would get through a conversation where he actually let you finish your sentences. Once he shut his bedroom door behind him, you shut off the lights in the living room again, retreating back to the kitchen to put the knife away and finish making your snack.

You were just putting the dishes in the sink, thinking you’d rather do them tomorrow than right in that moment. Right when you reached to turn the kitchen light off, you heard footsteps again. Lighter this time, but still slow. You stopped and waited.

Bucky came all but hobbling into the kitchen. He made a beeline for the refrigerator, opening the freezer side and pulling out a frozen water bottle. Immediately he brought it down to his leg, rolling it against his thigh over the lounge pants he’d changed into.

You frowned slightly at the sight. “Anything I can do?”

He shook his head, eyes still fixed on his leg. “No.”

You nodded, not looking to push things with him, especially not at the given hour. “Okay. Well…you know where to find me if…” you trailed off, not really sure how you wanted to end the sentence. Really, you didn’t know what you could offer him that he wouldn’t be able to do for himself. It felt wrong to not put the offer out there, though.

He nodded, still not looking at you. “Thanks.”

You turned and were going to start heading back to your room. Just as you were going to round the corner into the short hall that separated your rooms from the rest of the apartment, you looked back over your shoulder to see Bucky peering into the fridge again, this time looking for something to eat rather than just an ice pack.

With his back to you, you could see a stripe going down his shirt, just beside his left shoulder, where he was bleeding through. You frowned, considering for a moment if you should say something or not. He’d never been one for unsolicited commentary.

“Bucky?” you said, leaning against the wall.

“Yea?” he responded, still digging around the fridge for something that required no effort to eat.

“I, uh, I think…I think you’re bleeding?” You watched as he finally looked at you, glancing back over his shoulder like he was trying to figure out if you were being honest or not, not that you’d lie about something like that but he still didn’t trust anyone off the rip. You made a vague gesture to the area where the blood was, not that you were really close enough for it to matter. “Your shoulder.”

Recognition washed over his face, quickly followed by annoyance. “Shit.”

“I’ve got bandages,” you nodded towards the bathroom. “If you want, I can…I mean just so you don’t bleed everywhere.”

The apprehension was clear as day on his face, but he knew you were being practical. Plus, he really didn’t feel like having to get new shirts and sheets if he didn’t have to. He sighed, finally giving in with a nod. He shut the fridge door, opening the freezer and tossing the water bottle back into it with a little more force than necessary before shutting that door too.

When you came back to the kitchen, you found him sitting at the counter. His back was to you, his shirt clutched tightly in his metal hand as he braced himself on the edge of the counter. You didn’t say anything as you set the box of bandages down next to him, taking a couple out so that you could try to completely cover the cut that was running along his back.

It was the first time you’d ever seen him without his shirt on. He was always at least in a tank top when he came out of his room, always made sure he dressed before stepping out of the bathroom after his showers. Until now you’d thought it was just a courtesy thing, the same way he never really stayed in the living room or kitchen with you for too long. But as you looked at his back, seeing the scars and the bruises, you had a whole new understanding of it all.

“Is it bad?” he asked, breaking the silence.

You shook your head, and it took a moment for you to remember that he couldn’t see you. “Not too bad. You won’t, uh, you shouldn’t need stitches. Bandages for a couple days should be find until it scabs over a bit.” You paused, delicately placing the first bandage on the upper half of the cut. “This is gonna sound stupid,” you started with a laugh.

You heard the sharp exhale he let out through his nose, the closest thing to a laugh you’d heard from him in a long time. “Good. Love that.”

You laughed a little harder, heat flaring up in your face. “I just, I don’t know, I guess I didn’t realize that you could…I just thought that since you’ve got that super soldier thing…”

“I’m not invincible,” he said, his tone sarcastic but not nearly as mean as it could’ve been. “Takes more to do damage. Heal quicker. But I’m not…yea.”

“Hmm,” you hummed in acknowledgment as you applied the second bandage.

“What?”

“No, nothing, I just, I didn’t know. Feels weird to ask.” You chuckled nervously. “God forbid it sounds like a weird threat.”

He glanced over his shoulder at you, looking exhausted but also a little amused. “Didn’t want to ask what it would take to kill me?”

“That’s not what I said,” nervous laughter spilled out of you, your entire face and neck feeling like they were on fire. Stepping away, you threw the little slips of paper from the bandages into the trash, finally looking Bucky in the eye again once you did. “You should be all set. Honestly, if you really do heal quicker, you’ll probably only need those on for the next day or so.”

“Thank you,” he told you as he got up off the stool at the counter.

You nodded, offering up a quiet, “You’re welcome,” as he went back to the fridge again, t-shirt still clutched in his hand. You chuckled softly. “There’s enough to make another quesadilla if you want.”

Things had started to change between the two of you after that. It was slow, gradual, but you noticed it. You never went out of your way to bring up what had happened that night, because really it wasn’t that big of a deal—it wasn’t like you’d had to reattach a limb for him. It was just a couple band-aids. But it was enough to tip the scales just slightly. It started off with small things. When Bucky would cook while you were home, he made enough for both of you. Depending on what you were watching, he’d accept the invite to sit in the living room with you to see whatever show or movie you had on.

Over time, your conversations stopped being quite as one-sided. You didn’t think that Bucky was ever a chatterbox even on his best day, but it did eventually get to the point where he was giving you answers that were more than two or three words at a clip. He’d ask you questions instead of just you asking him things. Not only that, but it seemed like he was actually listening to the answers.

After that first night in the kitchen when you’d been ready to stab Bucky with a kitchen knife, he promised that he’d make sure to text you whenever he got back after a mission, giving you an ETA so you wouldn’t freak out again. It was a small but appreciated gesture. No matter the hour, you were pretty much always up, and always cooking or eating something when he got home. In the back of Bucky’s mind he knew that you did it on purpose, one gesture in return for another, but he didn’t allow himself to process the full weight of it, the real comfort that he could get from it. Too afraid to acknowledge it out loud in fear that it was going to get taken from him.

Then one night after he got home from a mission, walking into the apartment at an hour that was too late to be nighttime but too early still to be morning, he found you standing at the stove in the kitchen. He lingered in the doorway, every muscle in his body feeling exceptionally heavy after how things had played out in the field. As much as part of him had wanted to come straight home and collapse into bed, another part of him was looking forward to the exact sight that was in front of him now.

“It’s nothing fancy,” you said with a laugh as you turned around, one plate in each hand, “but—” You stopped short when you looked up and saw the state that bucky was in. “Holy shit.”

His eyebrows lifted just slightly at your reaction. He knew why you’d reacted that way, but he was too tired to get into it all. You set the plates down on the counter with a light clatter before quickly making your way to the other side of the counter to him. His face was littered with bruises, a small cut through his eyebrow and a few others on his cheek. Nothing that required a doctor’s visit, but you knew that if his face was this bruised, the rest of him was too.

“What happened?” you asked, reaching out to touch his face before you could think better of it.

He flinched slightly at your touch, and it was only then that you realized what you were doing. Bucky saw the panic flash across your face and he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t get it out. It’d been a long time since someone had been gentle like that with him.

“Long story,” he finally said with a shake of his head.

You nodded, trying to be understanding while also knowing there was no way you could try to wrap your head around the situation. “Right.”

Bucky saw the way that your eyes would drift from his to the bruises, worry in your expression as you tried not to stare. It was the most visibly beat up he’d been in a while upon getting home from a mission. Reaching out, Bucky rested his right hand against your shoulder, his grip gentle, warm even through the fabric of your t-shirt. You were extremely aware of the fact that it was the first time Bucky had ever touched you like that, given a passive form of affection.

“It looks bad,” he conceded with a weary chuckle, “but I’m alright.”

The ends of your mouth turned up just slightly as you nodded. “Okay.”

When he came back to the kitchen after changing and dropping off his things, he found you sitting at the counter patiently waiting for him. He plopped down heavily in the seat next to you, neither of you saying much for the moment as you ate what was essentially going to be an extremely early breakfast.

You grabbed both your plates when you’d finished, bringing them to the sink. Checking the time on the stove, you sighed, knowing that you weren’t going to be able to fall back to sleep at that point. The best you were going to be able to hope for was going to bed extremely early the next night to make up for the lost time.

“I’m gonna make coffee,” you said over your shoulder as you grabbed a mug for yourself. “You want some? I know you’re probably just gonna pass out.”

Bucky stared at you, watching you going through the motions of something so simple, something he had definitely seen you do plenty of times before. He cleared his throat. “I’ll take one. I slept on the plane back,” he lied, desperately wanting to sleep but now tempted to try and stay awake with you at least for a little while. “Won’t be able to pass out for a bit.”

He listened to your hum of acknowledgment as you reached up to grab a second mug for him. He sat for a moment, trying to piece apart all the different thoughts and feelings racing through his mind. It was impossible for him to look at anything but you as you leaned forward, bracing your hands on the edge of the counter to keep yourself upright while you waited for the coffee to brew.

Getting up off the stool, Bucky walked over to you. Your mind was miles away, and you didn’t hear him walk up behind you. It wasn’t until he tapped your shoulder that you snapped to attention. You flinched, spinning around since he caught you off-guard. You nearly smacked into him, not expecting him to be standing so close to you. He always managed to leave a buffer between the two of you.

“You okay?” you asked, your voice unsteady when you didn’t mean for it to be.

He nodded. “I’m good.” He paused, racking his brain for the right words. “Thank you,” was all he managed to come up with, but it was better than nothing.

You laughed, a little breathless from the fact that he was still standing so close to you. “It’s nothing.”

Neither of you moved, or spoke, you hardly even breathed in the next few seconds that passed. Bucky didn’t take his eyes off yours and it had you feeling like you were about to melt into the floor. Taking a deep breath and a leap of faith, you reached up towards his face again, your fingertips gingerly touching his cheek. He didn’t pull away, determined not to make the same mistake twice. A smile involuntarily spread across your face at the acceptance of your touch, your hand shifting just slightly so that you could better cup his cheek, your thumb lightly grazing his cheekbone. Your touch ghosted over the bruises blooming over his skin.

You were about to ask him if he was sure that he was alright when he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. It was a split second, over just as soon as it started as he pulled away, trying to gauge just how big of a mistake he’d just made. His eyes searched yours, heart pounding in his chest. You beamed at him for a moment before bringing his lips back to yours, kissing him with purpose, feeling the way that he was instantly trying to meld himself into you.

As the days and weeks ticked by after that, it was as though the two of you started to forget that your apartment had two bedrooms. Most of the time Bucky stayed with you in yours, but every now and then you’d find yourself tucked safely under Bucky’s comforter and in his arms in his room too. There was never a conversation about it, and in the back of your mind you knew that maybe there should’ve been. But it was working so well, the last thing you wanted to do was complicate it, potentially ruining something that was so precariously created between you.

And now here you were, pacing the expanse of your apartment’s living room, waiting for some sort of confirmation from Bucky that he was back home and in one piece. You were used to him going silent, but you usually heard from him before anything about his work hit the news. The fact that the television going in the background had running coverage saying that there had been another successful mission, saying there were more details to come even though there never were, had you on-edge when your phone refused to chime with a message from Bucky.

You spent a few more minutes waiting, pacing, before finally deciding that fuck it, you might as well show up and hope for the best. So you grabbed your keys and took off out of the apartment, making sure that you locked it up on the way out.

You found yourself standing in the lobby of the building, helpless to do anything but stare and gawk at everything around you. You’d never been to their base in Brooklyn—never had a reason to when Bucky lived with you. You didn’t even know where to start.

Luckily, you didn’t have to stand there overwhelmed on your own for too long. You turned your head towards the sound of someone clearing their throat. You knew who he was, because Sam Wilson’s face was everywhere these days, but he had no idea who you were. You would’ve assumed that even if he didn’t have a mildly confused look on his face.

“Something I can help you with?” his tone was cautious.

Clearing your throat, you nodded. “Yea. God, I’m, I’m sorry. I know I probably shouldn’t just,” you fumbled, trying to get your sentences together, “I just, shit. I’m looking for Bucky?”

The confusion on his face intensified. “Bucky?”

“Yea, I’m—”

Whatever the conversation was about to be between you was cut short by the sound of Bucky saying your name. He sounded just as confused as Sam had, only Bucky had a thick layer of annoyance layered on top of the confusion.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, brows knit tightly.

“I just got worried when I saw the news but I didn’t hear anything from you. I thought you—”

“You can’t just come down here,” he cut you off, and for a moment your mind flashed back to how the two of you were months and months ago now. It stung more than you’d bargained for.

“I waited but then I got worried, alright? That’s not, you know, that’s not ridiculous of me. You always tell me when you get back.”

“Sorry,” Sam was looking back and forth between the two of you before his gaze finally landed on Bucky, “but who’s this?”

You both answered simultaneously, but the problem was your answers weren’t the same.

“His girlfriend.”

“My roommate.”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up as he looked back and forth between you. You felt like someone had let all the air out of your lungs, like you were about to deflate and crumple right onto the tiles beneath your feet. Bucky’s annoyance faded only slightly when he registered the words you’d said, but he was still too off-kilter and confused about the entire thing to say or do anything.

“Right,” Sam said, clearly a little uncomfortable. He turned to you. “Well, it was nice meeting you. I’ll leave you two to…this.”

You shook your head, trying to ignore the sting of tears in your eyes, the smoldering anger you could feel in the pit of your chest. You made sure not to take it out on Sam. “I’ll leave. I’m sure you have important things to take care of. It was really nice meeting you, Sam.” You turned your head to look at Bucky. “Guess I’ll see you at home, roomie.”

Bucky only got half your name out before you turned on your heel and started to take off for the door. He sighed, chin dropping to his chest. Finally picking his head back up, he looked over at Sam, who was just shaking his head at him.

“What?” Bucky snapped.

“You messed up,” Sam said with a laugh, clearly not feeling any pity for the man standing with him.

“Helpful. Thanks.”

Sam shook his head. “She was just worried about you, man.”

Bucky sighed, not wanting to get into all of it. Nodding towards the elevator he said, “Can we just wrap this up?”

Sam chuckled, getting more amusement out of Bucky’s situation than he should’ve. The damage done wasn’t irreparable, which was the only reason he found any humor in it. “Sure.”

When Bucky got back to the apartment later that night, he opened the door to find all of the lights off. He let out a deep sigh as he stepped inside. He dropped his bags just inside the door, untying his boots and leaving them there as well. He maneuvered through the apartment in the dark until he landed himself outside your bedroom door. He saw the thin strip of light coming out from underneath it, so he knew that you were home and most likely still awake.

Taking a deep breath, he gave your door a couple light knocks as he said your name. When he didn’t get a response, he rested his forehead against the wood paneling of the door. “Please let me in.”

After a few long seconds of silence, you said, “It’s open.”

Bucky let out a sigh of relief as he turned the doorknob and let himself in. Once he stepped inside, he shut the door behind him again, like it was an extra layer of privacy in your already empty apartment. He leaned back against the door, giving you some space as he watched you purposely not look up from your laptop.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, resting the back of his head against the door.

You shrugged, fingers flying across the keyboard, still not looking up at him. “Is there something you think we need to talk about?”

He knew that he deserved some of the attitude. It was only fair. Letting out a sigh, he pushed off the door and walked over so that he could sit on the edge of your bed. “I didn’t expect you to show up like that. It caught me off-guard.”

You finally looked up at him, anger in your eyes but sadness too. “What would you like me to do instead next time I think you’re in a hospital or dead somewhere, Bucky?”

He tucked his chin towards his chest for a moment. “Things just got hectic. I didn’t have time—”

“I get it,” you said, and honestly you did. But it did nothing to mitigate your worry. “But do you get where I’m coming from? I,” you shook your head, “I count on you to tell me you’re alright because no one else will. Your team doesn’t know me. I’m not gonna get a phone call or a visit from someone who works for you guys. I’m just your fucking roommate so—”

“Hey,” he cut you off, resting his hand on your arm as he did, “stop.”

You leaned back against your headboard. “Your words, not mine.”

He frowned as he nodded. “I know.”

“That was shitty.”

He nodded again. “I know.”

You sighed, finally setting your laptop off to the side. “I know that we never really talked about everything with us, and that’s, you know, that’s on me too.” You paused, waiting for him to look you in the eyes. “But do you really just think of me as your—”

“No,” his voice was as genuine as it’d ever been. “I just, I froze up. I wasn’t expecting to see you there, wasn’t expecting Sam to—” he huffed, stopping himself short as he shook his head. “You’re not just my roommate.”

A weak smile crossed your lips. “Good.”

“I don’t wanna lose you,” he confessed.

You shook your head. “I don’t wanna lose you either.” You let out a soft laugh. “Which is why you gotta let me know you’re okay when you get home.”

He smiled, nodding. “That’s fair.”

Letting out a deep breath, your body relaxing a bit for the first time all night, you took his hands in yours and pulled him into you. “Come here.” You draped your arms around his neck in a hug, feeling the way his arms wound around your waist.

He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “I’m sorry.”

You let your head rest in the crook of his neck for a moment before pulling away so you could get a good look at his face. You gently cupped his cheek. “It’s okay.”

He let his forehead drop to rest against yours. “We okay?”

“Depends,” you said, a little bit of laughter in your voice. “If I’m not just your roommate, does that mean I’m your girlfriend?”

He chuckled, nodding. “Yea, it means your my girlfriend.”

You beamed, leaning in to kiss him. “Good.” Pulling away from him, you swung your legs over the edge of your bed, standing up and holding your hand out for him to join you. “Come on.” You saw the confusion on his face as he put his hand in yours and elaborated. “There is still plenty of time for our homecoming snack.”

He smiled as he let you tug him off the bed. “Lead the way.”

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Power Play - Chapter 3

AN: I hope you all enjoyed part two - here we go, into part three - two more parts to go

I’ve chosen the prompt Who is this... My lover, and as ever, big thanks to @buckybarnesevents for bringing us Hot Bucky Summer

Beta’d by @buckysbarne, who is the cutest and sweetest beta ever.

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Master list | Hot Bucky Summer Master list | Chapter 2

Summary: After the revelation that you’ve been betrayed you take the final step towards your new life.

Relationship: Mob! Bucky x Undercover Agent! Reader

WC: 2.4k

CW: Soft!Dark! Bucky, Canon Typical Violence, Angst, Alcohol consumption, Themes of betrayal, more kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Revenge, Russian Pet names as mangled by Google translate.

This kiss was different from the other ones you’d shared with the mob boss. Previously, he’d been in control, even if gently, but it had never been a question. However, with this kiss, while he wasn’t submitting to you, he was happy to let you take the lead. Happy to let you use him to let out your swirling emotions.

You stood up, pulling him with you, the kiss never breaking. You devoured him and he did the same in return, heat building between you. You pulled your hands from his, one going to his hair, the other to his tie and you moved again, backing up until you were stopped by the wall of his office. The coolness of it made your heated body shiver against his, but still you continued to kiss him, no mere hunger driving you on, but an absolute greed for all you could take from him.

Bucky  smiled against your lips, and his hands started to wander, pushing up under your sweater to land on your hips, half over denim, half on your bare flesh. You pulled him to you, moulding your bodies together. You were engulfed by the kiss, by the passion that was gaining momentum at an alarming pace.

You were letting out breathy sighs and your hips were rolling of their own accord, rubbing over the prominent bulge distorting the fabric of Bucky’s suit. Bucky moved his right hand, deftly popping the button on the front of your jeans, and without preamble, sliding his fingers under the stiff fabric, under your panties and into your slick folds. 

With unerring precision he found your clit and you pulled your lips from his with an impassioned cry, your head resting against the wall behind you. Bucky’s lips trailed down your neck, much as they had when he’d woken you earlier on, providing two points of pleasure on your body. 

It felt so good.

Your breath came in strangled gasps, your eyes rolling back in your head as he brought you steadily towards orgasm. Everything was hazy, but amongst it all you heard Bucky’s deep voice, muttering in Russian as you trembled against him. You didn’t know exactly what he was saying, but you got the gist of it - praise and dirty talk. 

When his fingers slipped lower, pressing inside your wet heat, you keened. His thumb took over stimulating your clit as his fingers pumped and he raised his other hand to tenderly caress your cheek.

“That’s it, Pchelka. Let it out. Turn that hurt into something beautiful. Ya khochu uvidet’ eto. Show me, milyy. Show me how you look.”

Tears ran down your face and you didn’t know if you were crying out in pleasure or anguish, but at this moment it was one and the same.

Then you came.

“Bucky! BuckyBuckyBuckyBucky…” His name was like a prayer on your lips as the ecstasy washed over your body.

“Moya krasavitsa. Moya pchelka.”

He finally kissed you again, and you fell into him, your body boneless and spent. You registered the fact that he put your panties and jeans to rights, and then, unexpectedly he swept you up in his arms, moving back to the armchair and sitting down with you in his lap. His kisses continued, becoming gentler and slower until finally they stopped, and you let your head fall onto his shoulder.

However, it was hard to ignore how aroused Bucky was when his erection was pressing into the backs of your thighs, and you felt a flash of guilt. You tried to slip from his lap, intent on returning the pleasure he’d given you, but his arms just tightened around your waist as you tried to move, ensuring you stayed exactly where you were.

“No, milyy. Not yet. That was just for you, because it’s what you needed. You don’t owe me anything. Just relax. Having you here with me is all I need. In a few days everything will be in place. There’s nothing for you to do except enjoy yourself.”

You had to admit, it was nice to be feted and coddled, and have pleasure centred solely on you.

You could get used to this.

For the next few days you were like a lady of leisure. Each morning, Bucky knocked on your door - the main one, not the connecting one - at 8.30am, inviting you to join him for breakfast. An hour later he’d give you a soft, lingering kiss before heading off to his office, leaving you to entertain yourself. 

One of his men, a tall, snarky guy called Sam, had been tasked with showing you around the house, pointing out the library, the home gym, cinema room and the way out to the hot tub and pool.

You made good use of each, taking the chance to relax more than you had in years - it was just like having a holiday.

But between all the lounging, the reading and the miles pounded on the treadmill was Bucky.

Sometimes you’d look up to find he’d left his office just to watch you. On some of these occasions, when you caught his eye, he’d join you for lunch, but on others he’d just smile, chewing on that damn toothpick, and then saunter back the way he’d come.

And then there were the moments where he’d do neither of those things. Where he’d come close, watching you with an intensity that made you shiver. Where he’d slide a hand up to cup your face and kiss you with a gentle ferocity, backing you up against the closest firm surface. Where he’d make you dizzy with his touch until you were clinging on to him, mewling and needy. 

He made no move to get you off and didn’t invite any similar touch from you. And you knew, as if there were some unspoken agreement between you, that you wouldn’t touch yourself in the privacy of your own room. 

Not yet.

This went on for four days, until, on the morning of the fifth day, as you pushed away your plate after finishing another astounding breakfast, Bucky didn’t bid you good day, but instead invited you to join him in his office.

With you settled in the armchair once more he took up what you’d come to think of as his usual position, perched against the edge of his desk.

“It is time, Pchelka. The internal investigation into your disappearance  from the gala has been concluded. They’re certain that I killed you after I took you. Not surprising when they found a car that could be almost traced to me, burned out with a woman’s body inside.”

He saw your expression change to one of worried shock, but he was quick to placate you.

“Don’t worry. No-one was hurt. It was an unknown cadaver, appropriated to put this plan into action.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding and gave him a weak smile, encouraging him to continue.

“Of course, Walker bears no blame for the failure of the mission -  that has been placed solely at your feet, just as he planned. However, I don’t imagine it would look good for him if you were to suddenly turn up at the office, alive and well, with evidence of his disloyalty in your hands.”

Your smile broadened at that, the mental images of strutting in, as if from the dead, and then destroying the asshat who hadn’t cared what his machinations did to you, exciting you beyond what you’d thought you were capable of.

Had you always had this streak of darkness in you? Or had it been sown by John and his schemes, only to be further nurtured by the man in front of you? Either way, you could almost taste the sweetness of revenge.

You stood up, taking two steps forward to press yourself against Bucky, winding your arms around his neck and rubbing your nose against his.

“When do we begin?”

Bucky’s car pulled up just down the block from the office that had been your place of work for five years. You stared out of the window and felt just as nervous now as you had that first day. Then it had been because it was the start of a new chapter of your life. Now, you were closing that chapter and heading towards a new one. You supposed you were allowed to approach it with some trepidation - that was not only sensible, but also natural.

Bucky squeezed your hand, breaking you from your reverie and you turned toward him.

“You’ll be fine, lyubimaya. I’ll be right out here waiting for you.” He dropped a kiss on the corner of your mouth and you squeezed his hand back. He was right. You could do this.

You got out of the car, and with your new Louboutin heels clicking along the sidewalk, you made your way to the doors of your office.

As anticipated, your appearance at the security desk caused no small amount of consternation, given the fact that you were apparently dead. It took about five minutes for you to hear the booming voice of your section chief.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You gave him an enigmatic smile and stood up from the chair where you’d been waiting for him, smoothing out your skirt as you did.

“Good to see you too, Fury. Can we go upstairs?  I’m sure you’ve got some questions for me and I sure as hell have some answers for you.” 

The man ran his hand down his face. He’d seen a lot of things during his years, but this undoubtedly took the cake - you almost felt sorry for him, but this was the price he paid for not keeping his house in order.

You pretended not to see Fury’s raised eyebrow as you led the way to his office. You were done following. You also pretended not to see the shocked expressions, or hear the accompanying gasps from your former colleagues as they looked at you. The only person you met the eyes of was Walker.

He was standing next to his desk, phone in one hand, coffee in the other. You raised your hand, wiggling your fingers in a mocking wave, and couldn’t hold back your smirk when you took in his blanched face and the way that his coffee was now spilling out over the floor as he looked at you in disbelief.

You strode into Fury’s office, pulling the blinds shut before sitting down into the chair as the man himself shut the door, blocking out the rest of the office and the murmurs that were getting louder by the second.

“Where the fuck have you been, agent?”

You looked down at your polished nails. You couldn’t believe that Bucky had organised for a beautician to come in and do them for you.

“Recovering from my ordeal. I was set up.”

You returned your gaze to Fury’s and he raised an eyebrow at your statement.

“What do you mean?”

“My cover was blown before I even got to the gala. Barnes knew who and what I was the entire time.”

Before he could even question you, you pulled your phone from your purse, and pressed play on the recording that you’d downloaded to it. As he listened, Fury didn’t give away his thoughts, but you were prepared for a certain level of scepticism - you’d be suspicious in his place. Therefore, as the recording ended, before he could even open his mouth, you pulled out a flash drive and passed it to him.

“This has the original on. You can send it to the lab, check it, whatever.”

“You know that I’m gonna have to start another investigation into this matter, and until it’s concluded, you’ll be suspended?”

You placed your phone back in your purse and stood, smoothing your skirt once again.

“Don’t worry about that, Fury. I quit.”

He gaped like a fish but you spun on your heel and walked out of the office. You ignored his calls as they followed you through the office, but did waggle your fingers once again at Walker, who was now sitting at his desk, head in his hands.

When you exited the building your calm stride turned into a little skip, and you were beaming when you caught sight of Bucky leaning against his car, chewing on a toothpick. When he saw you, he flicked it away, smiled back and opened his arms.

You pressed right in, your head in the crook of his neck.

“I take it that it all went well, Pchelka?”

“It did. But all I want to do now is go home and start the rest of my life.”

Bucky pressed a kiss to your temple, then tilted up your chin with his index finger, dropping a second kiss to your lips.

“You bitch!”

An angry shout assaulted your ears and you broke away from Bucky’s kiss to turn towards it. 

Walker stalked down the sidewalk, fists balled at his sides and face red with rage. Hoskins followed behind, looking more worried than angry. Bucky eased you away from him, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Let me handle this.”

He stepped forward, confidence and raw power showing in every move. You hadn’t had the chance to really observe him like this, and a shiver of desire flashed down your spine, lighting up your core.

“Can I help you, gentlemen?”

“Keep your nose out of this, Barnes. My issue isn’t with you, at least not today. But she,” he jabbed his finger in your direction. “She’s ruined my career. I’m suspended. Without pay.” He looked around Bucky’s broad form to glare right at you, but you just smiled, coyly.

“Not bad for someone who should ‘stick to filing and looking cute’.” You smirked when you saw all the blood drain from Walker’s face for the second time in thirty minutes. You stepped up behind Bucky and placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Shall we get going? I remember you saying something about spread open and needy.” Bucky turned his head and smiled, only for the pair of you to be interrupted again.

“Are you his slut now?” Walker didn’t know when to quit and you decided you had to put him in his place.

“No, you ass. I’m no-one’s slut. But I will tell you who I am. I’m his lover. His Queen. And you’d do well not to forget it.” Bucky reached past you, opening the door to the car. You slid in, your mob boss following you, and as soon as the door shut, the driver was pulling away, leaving Walker and Hoskins in the dust.

As you cuddled into Bucky’s side, you couldn’t believe that only a few days had passed since you’d first met him, and your memories came flooding back in, in Technicolor.

Chapter 4

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[otpcutie]

All In

Summary (Stucky, E, 10.4k): Bucky makes his Daddy Steve (the President) jealous. Steve is clueless as to why.

Contains: President Steve, journalist Bucky, secret relationship, D/s, Daddy Steve, brat Bucky, age difference, jealousy, Bucky is a little shit (more on AO3)

⭐️Part 1 of The President's Boy⭐️

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The White House hallways parted for Steve as he walked down them, two of his security team following behind at a distance.

He moved with determination, radiating an easy confidence that unlike many of those surrounding him was entirely warranted. He was the most powerful man in the country and while those who’d been in his place previously had floundered or failed, Steve was thriving.

He was built for that kind of duty and responsibility. Steve was born to be President.

But what nobody knew was that there was someone who’d been by Steve’s side for a while now, supporting him and easing the weight on his shoulders. He’d helped him to be the best leader he could be.

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HOPE YOU’RE ALL READY FOR A SEXY SUMMER! 

This event runs from June - August 2023 and is a prompt event. Each week, we’ve given you a theme (a phrase), followed by at least three prompts to spark your imagination! 

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Title: the (pineapple) contract - chapter 1/3 Rating: Explicit Pairing: Avenger!Bucky Barnes/Escort!Reader (F) Tags/Warnings: Big Dick Bucky Barnes, Top Bucky, Dom/sub Undertones, Confident Bucky Barnes, Oral Sex (by that I mean Bucky eats you out like a starved man), Praise, Pet Names, Painful Sex, Crying/Crygasm, Multiple Orgasms, Coming Until You Black Out, no beta we die like thanos Summary: Well, the contract said Personal Care Attendant and technically, the Winter Soldier wasn’t on the active roster. Yet. But the point still stands. He more or less owned you now.

You take one last deep breath before knocking on the door.

Part of the "Bucky Barnes As..." series & Hot Bucky Summer 2023

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The cheque in your hand has far too many digits in it — you’ve never seen two commas in the number, made out to you of all people. Hell, you wouldn’t have cared what the hell the job was, you would’ve said yes anyway.

You just never imagined that trying to pick up Tony Stark on Park Avenue would be a job interview.

“Name your price,” he had said.

You probably would’ve slept with him for zero, but when you had jokingly said a million dollars, you never thought he’d actually follow through. First came the NDA, then the contract and benefits package, and now…

Now, you stood outside a dull-looking door trying to calm yourself down about the fact that you were about to whore yourself out to an Avenger.

Enclosed for your review is a copy of your job description, benefits package, and the corresponding appendices. Should you wish to accept this offer, your contract and a questionnaire are emailed for your review and return. Upon receiving your executed contract and completed questionnaire, should your answers be compatible, we will reach out to schedule your start date.

Well, the contract said Personal Care Attendant and technically, the Winter Soldier wasn’t on the active roster. Yet. But the point still stands. He more or less owned you now.

You take one last deep breath before knocking on the door.

The man that opens it is not the man from the online articles and archives. He isn’t long-haired, dead-eyed and clad in murder gear (because there really wasn’t any other word for it). No, the person that stands in front of you is seemingly flawless, the sunlight from his windows surrounding him in a glowing warmth.

He quite literally takes your breath away.

“Can I help you?” He finally asks, shifting his weight ever so slightly.

Right. You clear your throat, offering your hand as you introduce yourself.

He studies you intently, his eyes obviously tracking you from head to toe, but doesn’t say anything else as he shakes your hand firmly. “Bucky,” he responds in kind.

“I’m, um, I’m here because…” Oh god, what if he had no idea?

He quirked an eyebrow up at you.

“I’m here as a… As your personal care attendant?” As soon as you say the words, you feel silly. Your cheeks start to flush, but it’s nothing compared to what he says next.

“Then you’re late, kitten.”

(4) Your duties will include, but are not limited to (a)Providing thorough, attentive care to the client within reasonable allowance, even outside of those covered in (5). (b)Receive and follow instruction from the client within reasonable allowance, even outside of those covered in (6) (c)Commence reasonable care should the client require it at your discretion, without infringement of (8)(a), (b) or (c) (4)(c)(i)The term “care” will include, but is not limited to… (ii)Psychological care as set out in Appendix I (iii)Domestic care as set out in Appendix I (iv)Physical care as set out in Appendix I, II and III

It was very evident that he wasn’t expecting you to take care of him so much as take care of him. His apartment was spotless, though the lack of furniture and possessions might be the biggest reason.

“So. You know what this entails.” It comes like more of a statement than a question, but admittedly, that does a lot for you. You looked at him, cross-armed and leaning against the back of his couch. Tugging at the bottom of your dress, you tried to remember how to simply act normal and nod, a little less shy, slipping into your role with a little more ease.

“Yes, sir.”

There’s a look of amusement on his face, so you make a note of that.

“Hard limits?”

“None,” you answer quickly.

“I find that hard to believe,” he fires back. “Everyone has limits.”

You bite your tongue to stop yourself from asking about his, though he reads your expression well enough.

“I have too many to list,” he says. “Which is why I prefer to just control the situation.”

God help me. It sounded too good to be true, that maybe — just maybe — he was made for you.

Or you were made for him, at least. His pleasure.

“That sounds good to me,” you say all too brightly. “Sir.”

He smirks at that, and you’re absolutely done for.

“You don’t have to keep calling me that,” he tells you, beckoning you to follow him. “Though I do like it.”

You decided right then and there that you would do pretty much anything with him. For him.

“So, about those limits —”

“Knife Play,” you blurt out once you reach his bedroom. “That’s — that’s the only one I don’t think I can do.”

He turns and gives you a look. “Why, because I’m the Winter Soldier, you think I’m automatically into knife play?”

“OH MY GOD!” You exclaim, slapping your hands over your mouth at your blunder. “No! No, oh my god, that’s not what I meant!”

You’re about to grovel at his feet when he starts to chuckle softly.

“Relax,” he says easily, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. “That’s fine. I’m not gonna throw you into the fire just yet.”

Yet. You’re not sure if that was meant as a threat but it sounds more like a promise if you’re being honest.

“I can handle more than you think,” you say, pursing your lips.

“S’that right?”

The challenge in his voice has you nearly quivering and you’ve barely even started. You give him a little shrug before nodding, trying to give as good as you got.

“C’mere here,” he coaxes softly, hand outstretched. It’s stunning, the black and gold, intricate and precise — more sophisticated than anything you’ve ever seen.

You take it and ease yourself down on his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world, his hands far gentler on your waist than you thought they could be. The blue of his eyes is even brighter this close up, light with mischief and wide with wonder as he looks at you, like you were something to be discovered, explored.

“Safe word still pineapple?”

Looks like he read your questionnaire after all. You nod again, the energy thrumming just under your skin as his hands slowly travel up your sides and back before ending up at your neck. He can probably feel your small shudder or your thundering pulse. At the very least, he can certainly see the goosebumps forming under his fingertips.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

With that, he claims your lips, your body, your very existence as if it was his only goal. And god, does it work.

There is no part of you that doesn’t immediately belong to Bucky at that moment. His tongue parts your lips and moves confidently as he devours you, taking you apart. Each swipe of his tongue is firm and purposeful — designed to steal your breath away as his hands map out your body.

You can’t stop the gasp that escapes against his lips or the way your body tenses in his arms, muscles coiled to try and stop yourself from just dripping all over his lap.

It takes you far too long to realize the game you’re playing — well, that Bucky’s playing. You’re simply along for the ride as he catalogs all your reactions from each shiver of your body to every moan and shaky breath you let out. Within a few minutes, you’ve already revealed all your cards without even knowing that’s what you’re doing.

You’re embarrassingly short of breath when he pulls back to survey you.

“You make such beautiful sounds,” he says, nonchalant as if your heart rate wasn’t skyrocketing.

“You’re a damned good kisser,” you respond/

He gives you a cheeky grin that would’ve made your knees buckle if you weren’t seated on him. “You’re not so bad yourself, sweetheart.”

You run your hands up his chest, marveling at how firm it was. For a brief moment, you forget who he is and just touch. As your fingertips roam upward, you memorize the arch of his clavicle that leads to the dip in the hollow of his throat underneath his Adam’s apple.

You shift slightly, getting ready to slide off and sink to your knees to service him.

“Like what you see?” He asks — except this time the cocky tone has a softness to it that you're not sure he even caught. As if there was just a bit of something behind that seemingly unshakable confidence.

“Yes,” you answer simply with a smile. “I really, really do.” It’s true, after all. He wasn’t just handsome, wasn’t just pretty, there was something about him that was so alluring, you found yourself forgetting your contract almost entirely.

It’s the right answer, apparently, because he flips over to lay you down in the center of his bed, throwing your plans to kneel for him right out the window.

You’re suddenly acutely aware of just how much bigger he is than you. He’s an imposing figure, there’s no arguing that, but when he had first invited you inside, it hadn’t been your focus. Now, with the cool, soft sheets at your back and his thighs settling between yours, you feel like trapped prey to the king of the jungle.

You knew that a serum pumped through his veins that made him infinitely stronger, but your history books always said that the serum wasn’t like Captain America’s. It didn’t shoot him up nearly a foot and slap on nearly 150 pounds.

No, these are all muscles that he had to work for and train for, that he has to maintain. The very same muscles that pressed against the inside of your thighs as he settled in above you, dwarfing you.

“Okay?”

It catches you by surprise. Really, you were his property, he owned you, and could do whatever he pleased with you. That’s what you had signed up for. Ever since signing all those papers, you had braced yourself for the worst of it — after all, you’d come across plenty of people who only ever wanted to assert their power over you because of what you were and what you did.

So this? The pause, the way his eyes search yours for a truthful answer, the way he asks so tenderly? All unexpected when what you thought you would receive was something harsh, sharp, and as cold as his moniker suggests.

From here, looking up at him, though? He looks like an angel. The overhead light isn’t too bright ad the soft, warm halo of light makes him ethereal — all smooth skin and eyes like the sky.

“Very okay,” you reply, your cheeks unusually warm. You don’t get flustered anymore — or so you thought. Wrapping your hands around the back of his neck, you urge him closer, eager to kiss him again.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs as he closes in. This time, he kisses down your neck instead. His teeth softly graze against your skin every now and then as he makes his way to the centre of your chest.

That’s my girl. You don’t know if that’s just his sweet talk or if he’s finally asserting his ownership of you. Either way, it gets you all worked up, especially when his hands join his mouth in their exploration of your body, gentle but firm as he gropes at you.

By the time he reaches the hem of your dress, every inch of you is covered in goosebumps.

Expecting him to rip it off, your breath catches when he simply sits back on his haunches and runs his hands up your thighs. They disappear from sight under your dress but you can certainly feel their presence, skin hot and metal slightly cooler.

Your legs spread for him so easily it’s almost laughable.

(10) You are expected to carry out your duties with discretion, professionalism and a high level of enthusiasm. Criticism will not be tolerated.

“Pretty girl, are you already drippin’ wet for me, hm?”

You’re almost afraid to speak, knowing full well that a bunch of embarrassing noises are pent up inside you right now. Where you wish Bucky was right now.

You take a deep breath in. “Yes, sir.”

He gives you a look — a fond one that most people give their pets — and it inexplicably makes your heart race.

“You don’t mind if I have a little taste now, do you?” He asks, fingers already curling around your panties and tugging them down.

“Please,” you let slip, waiting for him to lower himself to the mattress.

Instead, you yelp when he suddenly hauls your lower half up by the hips. You figure you must look like quite the sight, tits jiggling with the movement as you find yourself nearly suspended with your legs slung over his shoulders.

You don’t even get the chance to speak before he lowers his mouth and makes your entire body come alive for the first time in ages.

“Oh!” You cry out, hands gripping the first thing they can find: his thighs.

He chuckles against your cunt, tickling you in the most intimate sense while your fingers dig into hard muscle.

Your legs automatically tense up, ankles loosely locking behind his back as he keeps working your cunt, tongue gliding up and down your folds easily. His tongue is a wicked thing, a sin all on its own, as it draws the most guttural sound out of you

Seemingly satisfied that you’re secured, he runs his hands up your thighs and slips behind to knead your ass, large hands cupping you perfectly.

“Bu…”

You lose your train of thought when he slips his thumb inside of you, tongue following closely, fucking in and out shallowly. “Oh god, fuck, fuck!”

“Sweet as honey, baby,” he purrs, licking a long stripe up to your clit and sealing his lips around it. His other arm wraps around your hips to support you through the involuntary spasms that wrack your body as he circles his tongue around you, torturously slow to draw every last breath out from your lungs.

“W-wait,” you pant out, flushed and warm all over. “This should - it’s about you —

The corners of his eyes wrinkle slightly as he smiles deviously, the coarse hairs of his scruff tickling you.. “Oh, it is, honey. I'm enjoying myself just fine.”

To prove his point, he presses his hips forward and along your back you feel a faint, long, thick heat.

“Oh, fuck,” you whine, imagination already running wild with how good that’s going to feel inside you.

“Gettin’ there,” Bucky quips, returning to his task.

He’s diligent about switching between suckling you and curling that sinful tongue of his, flicking it over your clit just firm enough, just slow enough, that every drag feels like it’s breaking you open.

You feel yourself unraveling, like a runaway spool of thread and you desperately trying to hold on, hands clamoring for purchase as your body comes undone.

“Bucky!” You cry out, hands grabbing onto the arm wrapped around your waist. You’ve never whined the way you do right now, trembling in Bucky’s hold as he slows his movements, giving you just a moment of reprieve.

The look in Bucky’s eyes is predatory as he waits for you to regain your breath before giving you a final, harsh suck, teeth grazing over the sensitive nerves that nearly makes you come again just from that.

He finally lowers you to the mattress — a trembling, flushed mess — before undressing himself. It’s almost clinical, without fanfare, and that just doesn’t seem right to you when he’s unrevealing such beauty. As he strips, revealing all that gorgeous, smooth skin, you try to sit up even if you felt like your entire body was jello. You just wanted to reach out, to touch, and you were so enraptured by him, by his body, that when your eyes finally roamed south you gasped.

“Holy shit,” you blurt out. You think back to when Bucky originally asked you “like what you see?” not realizing just how much you would.

Your hand has never looked smaller than it does right now, wrapped around Bucky’s monstrous cock, hot and heavy against your palm. Subconsciously, you lick your lips as you watch precome starting to bead at his swollen tip.

You keep your grip firm as you give him a full stroke and your eyes drink in the sight before you — Bucky’s face, lax with pleasure, and the minute twitches of his muscles at your simple touch. You wonder how long it’s been since he’s been intimate with someone — if that’s why you were offered so much money to be for his personal, constant use.

“Your cock is gorgeous,” you tell him, hand getting used to the weight and length of it. “Want this inside of me, right now.”

Bucky’s face morphs into something even hungrier. He lowers his hips, cock nearly scalding against you. For the first time, his voice sounds less than perfectly in control. “I can’t catch or carry anything.”

You already knew that from the massive package of paperwork.

“And I can’t get you pregnant.”

You knew that, too, but again he sounds so clinical about it, you wonder if it bothers him at all.

“Yeah, handsome,” you nod, smiling dopily. “Rawdog me.”

Bucky makes a sound like a cut-off laugh, and you can’t help but feel victorious when a smile breaks out on his face.

“You’re somethin’ else, sugar.”

There’s a shift in the air, the both of you settling into each other like you’re not two absolute strangers as he presses his body to yours, cock sliding over your tender clit and across the slick of your folds.

You wrap your legs around him and dig your heels into his back as if to say c’mon, c’mon! Hurry up!

You thought you were ready. You’ve never had this issue before. But as Bucky starts to nudge the head of his cock in, you inhale sharply, your body immediately tensing to reject the intrusion.

He pauses to pull back and look at you.

“Sorry,” you say in a hurry, nervous and embarrassed by your reaction. You bring your hands to the side of his face trying to show him that it’s nothing he’s done. “You… You’re just, um…”

His eyes narrow slightly, eyebrow furrowing as he goes to pull away.

“Wait!” You keep your legs firmly wrapped around him, trying to trap him even though you were no match for his strength. “It’s not you. Well, sort of. It’s just that… You’re fucking huge, Bucky. I’ve never…”

His eyes widen in surprise, evidently not expecting your answer though you don’t miss the way his cock twitches between your legs. Then his look softens and he kisses you sweetly — more tender than anyone’s ever kissed you before.

“Roll over for me,” he commands gently.

As you do so, you watch him open the nightstand and to your relief, pulls out a bottle of lube. Natural instincts take over at that point — you prop yourself up on your knees, spreading them until you’re comfortable, and keep your chest to bed, arching your back.

He makes a pleased sound behind you. “Lookit you, babydoll. Bent over and spread open for me like a good girl.”

Your toes curl slightly at his words and your whole body tightens when you feel his fingers slip into you, the lube cool against your heated cunt.

“Relax, princess,” he coos, his other hand trailing down your spine. “Be a good kitten and just let me open you up, alright?”

You’ve lost the ability to form words so you nod against the sheets instead as you will your body to relax. Soon, you forget about your mission to take Bucky’s giant cock and start to lose yourself to the feeling of Bucky's fingers inside you. They’re just as talented as his tongue, expertly navigating all your sweet spots, some of which you didn’t even know you had.

“God, you feel you so good,” you groan, fingers curling in the sheets, clinging on for dear life.

“Oh, we’re jus’ getting started, baby.” His other hand returns to your near-overworked clit and you’re dangerously close to coming again.

You turn to look over your shoulder, intending to stop him. Instead, you jolt as he gives your cheek a lovebite, beard scratching against your ass while he curls his fingers inside you and pulls the orgasm from you. Your back arches as you scream out at the unexpected whirlwind of pleasure that travels through every vein of your body.

“Shhh, sh, you’re alright, sweet thing.” His voice is low and soothing.

You want to tell him that you’re more than alright, that you’ve never been pulled apart like this, that you’ve never come just from someone’s fingers, that you’ve never seen such a fat cock in your life. But all you can do is nod frantically, panting as your body comes down from the high.

“Think you’re ready, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. You let out a breathy moan as you reach back blindly for him. “Yes, Bucky, yeah. Gimme that perfect cock of yours.”

While you can’t see his expression, you hear a soft huff from him before the head of his cock is at your eager hole again. You feel him give himself a few pumps, slicking himself up with more lube, taking the time and care not to hurt you.

This time, you’re ready for it. As he enters, you exhale, your muscles loosening to let him in.

More than just let him in — welcome him, pull him in, making yourself the perfect fucking home for his cock.

“Goddamnit, sweets,” he murmurs, lowering his chest to your back, the cold metal of his dog tags on your spine. “Y’feel like a dream.”

“You’re one to talk,” you manage to gasp out, eyes scrunched as all of your attention is focused on the delicious stretch.

He brushes your hair to one side and for a moment, all you do is look at each other in the moment.

You reach out to trail your fingers along his wrist and he goes to press a kiss to the nape of your neck.

“M’gonna move, ‘kay?”

In lieu of a response, you clench down on him and grin when he hisses at the sensation.

“Watch it…” The low rumble of his voice only spurs you on, so you do it again, this time wriggling underneath him.

“C’mon, Bucky, please won’t you fuck me?” You taunt, your voice coy. “Put that fat cock of yours to use, huh?”

There are no words this time, only a soft clicking as you watch in fascination while his arm calibrates ever so slightly. You think you hear him mutter “you asked for it” but you can’t be sure because your own cries fill the room as he pulls back a few inches and thrusts back into you.

“This what you wanted?” Bucky growls before he gives your ass a light swat.

“More,” you beg him, despite the twinge of pain as your body tries to adjust and accommodate Bucky’s girth.

Bucky must read it as a challenge because he doesn’t go easy on you — after a few long, controlled thrusts, he must deem you ready.

You’re not sure anyone could quite be ready for the ravaging storm that is Bucky.

He fucks you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to fuck anyone — determination and desperation wrapped up in superhuman stamina and strength. Without a doubt, you know you’re going to walk away with bruises — on your hips from where he grabs you, your thighs and ass from where he slams into you.

“Sh-shit,” you curse, panting into the sheets that you’ve bunched in your fists. Your hair sticks to your neck with the sweat building as your body tries to keep up with the assault. “So fucking - good, Bucky. Your cock feels so good — splitting me in half.”

Bucky makes an animalistic noise in his throat, yanking your hips back to him as he plants his hand beside your head, arm anchoring you in place.

Oh, fuck. As anticipated, he rails you within an inch of your life — you’re struggling to breath, heaving for air, and your eyes are scrunched shut to stop the tears from actually spilling.

“Okay there, sweetheart?”

Fuck him for not even sounding out of air. “Ssso goo-ood,” you slur, a litany of gasps and moans follow. “Love — that you’re — tearing me apart.”

Bucky’s voice is positively gleeful. “Yeah? You like getting fucked so hard you can’t even keep your eyes open?”

You make a conscious effort to crack an eye open and fire back. “Yeah. Fuck, you’re so deep I can feel you in my throat.”

“That can be arranged, honey,” he teases, hauling your hips up for an excruciating angle that makes you come so hard your vision turns white.

“Fucking gorgeous when you come,” he praises and you can’t formulate the words to reply.

“Ah, ah, nnngh, ah, f-fuck,” you babble, vision blurry as you tear up. It hurts but it’s beautiful, it’s brutal but controlled. It’s fucking perfect. You’d tell him just that, if had any air left in your lungs.

The last thing you hear is Bucky’s voice shushing you and telling you to rest before it all turns black.

#hotbuckysummer2023 #HBS Week 3 #bucky barnes fanficition #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes as... #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x f!reader

[cable-knit-sweater]

If it feels right (then it must be)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word count: 2.1k

Rating: E

Tags: Dom/sub, Dom Bucky Barnes, sub Steve Rogers, cockwarming, face fucking, dirty talk, facials, daddy kink, come play, memory recovery, flashbacks

Summary:

He’d stared up at him. “What did you call me?” Bucky asked, a little nonsensically. “What did I… Buck?” Steve had a lopsided smile on his face as he made his way into the room. “I call you lotsa things,” he said, but whereas usually, he’d say something like that with an amused voice and a shit eating grin, Bucky could just hear worry shine through. “No, I meant,” Bucky shook his head, trying to find a way to explain, to ease Steve's worries, “before, what did you call me before.” “I really don’t-” “Before,” he said, trying to infuse his words with as much meaning as he could. “Before, when we were together, when we'd-” He could see understanding slowly dawn on Steve, his frown easing. “Oh.” A light blush started to cover his cheeks. “You remembered?” he asked, voice soft, eyes hopeful.

In which Bucky remembers what Steve used to call him, and Steve starts calling him it again.

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Written for @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer || Week 2: June 8th - June 14th || “What should I call you?” || [Daddy | Alpha | Sir] and @allcapsbingo card AC1005 || Square: G2 - Facial

#maya tries to write #hotbuckysummer2023 #stucky fic #steve x bucky #allcapsbingo2023 #stucky

[reagi-df]

Title: Got a taste that lasts. (Got a taste for you) Author: Reagy-Jay Ship(s): Steve/Bucky Week/Prompt: Week 3, Kneeling, bent over, in my lap Week 4, Cocksicle, Choking, Summary: Bucky being a teasing little shit Tags: Bucky Barnes feels, Bucky Barnes being a tease, Steve rogers is so done, Steve rogers is not a virgin, Banter Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48202102 

@buckybarnesevents​

still technically the 28th somewhere right?... 

#hotbuckysummer2023 #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #stucky #stucky fanfic #captain america #Winter Soldier

[polizwrites]

Dressing for the Occasion

This is a fill for today’s  WinterIron Pride Prompt Party Yearning prompt, as well as  Week One of  @buckybarnesevents​‘ Hot Bucky Summer: “What should I wear?” + Collar  and  today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial​  prompt  [#FFF203 Yes Sir!!]

Fandom:  MCU/Marvel Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Rating: Teen Tags:  Established Relationship, Pride Parade,  Dom/Sub, Collars Summary:  As Bucky and Tony get dressed to attend the Pride Parade, Tony suggests an addition to his outfit. 

“What should I wear for the parade?”   Tony called from inside the closet that was bigger than Bucky’s first apartment.

“How about the ‘Bi-Metallic’ shirt Pepper got for you?”    Bucky was wearing a bright pink t-shirt with ‘Queer for Nearly a Hundred Years’ scrawled on it, and matching pink booty shorts. Steve had come over earlier that morning and painted his arm with the stripes of as many pride flags as he could get to fit.    

Bucky knew what he wanted to see Tony wearing, but he was afraid it would be asking too much.   After all, that part of their relationship was still new and fragile, something they were  working out between them.  

It was only a few weeks ago that Tony had knelt for him for the first time,  bowing his head and calling him ‘Sir.’  The realization that - at least for the duration of their scene - Bucky  was completely responsible for his partner’s pleasure and well being was both exhilarating and terrifying.

“Would it be okay if I wore this?”  Tony stepped out of the closet with a thick black leather collar in his hands.  He held it up wordlessly against his throat; a silver pendant dangled from the D-ring, the initials JBB inscribed on it.

Bucky’s breath caught in his throat, as if he were wearing a collar as well.  “Only if you really want to,” he replied carefully.   It was one thing for Tony to submit to him in private;  for Tony to declare himself someone’s sub in front of thousands of people was quite another.

Tony took a deep breath.  “I do.  It’s important for people to know that even heroes need to set down their burdens sometimes.  That it’s okay to let yourself depend on someone else. To let go, and just be in the moment.”  

“That’s a beautiful way to think about it, sweetheart.”   Bucky stepped over to embrace Tony.  “Can I put it on you now?”

Tony’s face lit up. “Yes, Sir!”

#writing stuff #fanficlet #mcu/marvel #WinterIron #flash fiction friday #hotbuckysummer2023 #happy pride #shameless self promo

[buckets-and-trees]

"You are nothing but a toy for me to fuck, little lamb. Now open your mouth for me, or I will break your jaw opening it myself."

👀👀👀

Well... as you know, this escalated quickly.

Title: Sacrificial Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Minotaur!Bucky x Botanist!Female!Reader Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: If it seems too good to be true, it always is. Always. Too bad you had to go to the remote jungles of South America to learn that lesson.

Content/Concept Warnings: DARK, lulled into a trap, human sacrifice, dubious consent/fuck or die, public sex/exhibitionism, size kink, monster fucking, face fucking/oral male receiving, vaginal fingering/fisting, breast worship, rough fucking, possessive/pet, praise kink, dirty talk, cum play, marking, cream pie, choking

Additional Notes: Thoty time with @rookthorne... she's only responsible for enabling me when my monster thirst reared its head. Wicked entry for @buckybarnesevents WEEK ONE of Hot Bucky Summer: "What Should I Wear?" and my third square of @buckybarnesbingo K1 "Fuck or Die."

When you told your friends, family, and former colleagues about the research grant and fellowship you had been awarded in the weeks leading up to your departure that it was too perfect, clearly somewhere deep in your bones you had known.

Eighty thousand dollars a year for three years, travel covered, visa approved, fully furnished accommodations provided, and a book deal for the discoveries and research studying flora in a largely undocumented and remote part of the jungle on another continent.

No scientist got a deal like that.

The only downside was the isolation of the location. They had electricity and running water, but you would only be able to go into town for internet every few weeks.

But the part of you that had grown up watching Indiana Jones, Jurassic Park, LOST, and the deep space missions of Star Trek who had far too many plants in your apartment and in your tiny office at the university had beat back that downside. It was only three years, and after living through the strange isolation of the pandemic, you knew you could manage this where you wouldn’t be isolated from people, just for short stints from your old life.

And though you had good pieces and good people in your life, you were desperate to get away from the suffocating societal expectations you felt like you weren’t living up to while so many others around you were – marriage, kids, white picket fences, career accomplishments, tenured professorships, promotions, raises, overnight influencers, travel vloggers.

This was something no one you knew had ever done.

Everyone raved about the adventure ahead of you.

Everyone had been impressed.

You had conquered in the accomplishments department with this for the year, no question. Your older sister with her third child on the way and your younger brother and his Premiere League football contract could wallow in your shadow.

This was a golden opportunity for a research botanist still in the early years of their career.

Kneeling on the ground in the middle of the jungle with your hands folded in your lap, head bowed, surrounded by a village of people who all should have known better than to follow ancient superstitions, with a dozen or more guns trained on you in nothing more than lingerie, you were living a nightmare.

All of it had been a baited trap.

No one would even question you falling off the grid before it was too late, and even if they did, these villagers could say one day you never came back from the jungle.

And it would be true.

One afternoon and evening, a good dinner, a sleep you’d yearned for thinking it was the jet lag, and then you’d awoken screaming as the first strip of wax had been ripped from your skin to discover you were naked with a half dozen people attending to all aspects of your grooming, preparing you to be their human sacrifice for the beast that lived in the jungle.

You were past the crying and pleading.

The no WIFI had been a lie, too.

Everyone in this small village looked and acted like they lived in the present day except for this one thing.

The belief that if they did not provide the beast his human sacrifice that they would not survive his terror.

“Then why don’t you just leave?” you had implored.

“This is our home, our loved ones are here, our ancestors are part of this place, and,” their leader and the head of the research foundation paused – almost faltered before continuing to explain, “the sacrifice of one stranger will guarantee us safety for many, many years.”

Everyone else had been instructed not to speak or listen to you from that point on in the preparations.

Nails trimmed, buffed, shined. Luxurious oil that smelled delicate and heavenly rubbed over every inch of your skin from the neck down. Hair partially braided to stay out of your face with the rest left natural. Color applied to your lips. They didn’t bother with eye makeup. No jewelry.

You had been wrapped up in a linen garment that was not quite a robe but not quite a coat to be transported to the ruins of an old stone dais in the thick of the jungle but deprived of it and then pushed onto the sacrificial area, left only in the sapphire silk of a bra and panties delicately lined with lace.

After hours being poked, prodded, and prepared by strangers in a strange land in a state of dread and disbelief, you thought you were numb.

You had endured too much to think you were hallucinating, but that you now all waited illuminated by literal torches with fire made this seem almost like a season of Survivor gone horribly wrong.

But then you heard the hushed wave of whispers at the rustle and rumble of something approaching through the thick vegetation of the jungle and adrenaline shot through your veins. It didn’t inspire fight or flight. You were frozen, fixated on the beast that would finally appear and seal your fate any moment now.

It made no attempt at arriving quietly, and when it finally appeared, there were collective gasps and cries from the people gathered to watch the sacrifice, though no sound fell from your lips.

The reaction was more than warranted, and a whisper of a thought flashed through your head that you were surprised no one had screamed. Maybe they were too terrified to scream, worried they would draw the beast’s attention. You wanted to scream, but your chest was gripped in fear.

The thick, furry legs of a bull, down to the cloven hooves, and a girthy tail with a tuft of dark hair at the end, swishing slightly as he walked. There was a loincloth tied at his waist that – rather than providing modesty – inspired anyone whose gaze lingered there to imagine the bulge nudging conspicuously beneath. Not that anyone’s gaze would linger there for long, for the rest of him was altogether imposing. Only the tallest of the villagers might hope to measure up to the base of his sternum – the sternum that anchored the torso of a man with shoulders more than twice the width of a human. Skin golden from the sun stretched over muscles that burst and rippled over his chest and shoulders, extending down his arms. You could see a litany of angry scars littered up and down his left arm.

Great bull’s horns rose and curled out of his head, possibly longer than your own arms. He had a mane of long, glossy but mostly unruly brown hair, with a couple of braids, that fell past his shoulders. Though the rest of his physique inspired fear, the true terror was perhaps the face of this man beast – it was terrifyingly handsome. Strong jaw, stubbled beard, a crease between his brows, and piercing blue eyes. His expression was drawn into an ominous grin.

He was in no rush as he walked into the ring of the villagers.

“Weapons down,” he growled.

There was almost no hesitation – their purpose had been to keep you in place anyway. Though the fear in the air was palpable, the tone of it seemed to be turning to some sort of reverent fear now for everyone else.

What inspired this unquestioned obedience from an entire people? People you’d seen with smart phones as abundantly among them as any other place on earth, though you’d been advised to shut yours down and leave it behind since it would be of next to no use to you in the jungle. They were right – but had left out the true reason and made it even more believable for you to seem only cut off to those back home, not lost and gone forever.

His enormous legs took the step easily up onto the dais, and his eyes were now fixed only on you. He stopped at the foot of the altar where you were presented for him.

“Well done,” this was meant for the people and their leader.

Then he reached out and the fingers of his large hands traced the strap over your left shoulder, then along your jaw, tilting your chin to look straight up at him. “And your choice is set?”

“My – my choice?” your voice cracked, but you felt it was a miracle you even found it.

Your confusion must have been evident, as his eyes flashed with anger and her rounded on the man who had facilitated all of this. “You did not tell her anything, did you?”

“I thought it best if –“

“It is not your job to think. The thoughtlessness of your people is why we’re here at all,” he snarled. Then he turned back to you.

“No time for stories now. I’m a minotaur called Bucky; a lost soldier cursed long ago to this state. Suffice it to say II must be satiated or the village will be subjected to bloodshed and desolation in the face of my wrath. They’ve chosen you, but you can choose your fate: fuck or die. I’ll take your throat, or I’ll cut it and drink your blood in front of everyone.”

Your chest heaved in trepidation. “How is that a choice?”

“Is it not clear to you?”

“Have others chosen death?”

He nodded. “Or they refused to choose.”

You opened your mouth then closed it again.

“Do you wish to die?”

You thought your tears were spent, but you could feel them welling in your eyes. “No.”

“Then claim your choice.”

You took a shaky breath.

“Say it!” he barked.

You flinched, but managed to spit out, “Fuck.”

“Perfect. Open up.”

“In front of everyone?” your voice was barely above a whisper.

He nodded. “They will remember and mark this sacrifice. It will be the reason they continue to breathe.”

You spread your knees a part so you were still kneeling and sitting back on your heels but his to take like this.

“That’s nice but not what I meant.” He tugged his loincloth and dropped it to the ground. You whimpered, afraid of the enormous size of his cock and ashamed at the lick of heat that flared in your core at the sight of him. He leaned down closer, put a hand at the back of your neck, and slapped the side of your face with his rigid length. “You are nothing but a toy for me to fuck, little lamb. Now open your mouth for me, or I will break your jaw opening it myself.”

This drew a handful of muted gasps from the onlookers. You saw a spark of something new in his eyes at this reaction.

He was pleased at their reaction.

You dropped your mouth open for him, nervous knowing you could not take all of him, embarrassed to be on such display in front of these strangers, but wanting to please him.

Wait, you thought, wanting to please him?

He shoved his cock into your wet mouth, shoving any other thoughts immediately out.

“Suck.”

You did.

“Just like that,” he said. The hand on your neck moved up to cradle and command the back of your head. He slowly began to fuck your mouth but with only a small motion, encouraging you to continue sucking just that first bit of cock as it was in your mouth. He still was in no rush. It felt like a power play – not wanting to show impatience or lack of restraint in the onset of this sacrificial claiming.

As he continued to speak now, his voice was low, intended for you. “Get ready for more.”

You looked up at him and tried to nod your head ever so slightly. He smirked, then he brought his other hand up under your jaw and to your throat, wanting to feel himself using you. He groaned and briefly closed his eyes. His tip hit the back of your mouth, and you spluttered. He pulled out slightly, giving you half a moment to recover, then forced the point again, holding himself there while you adjusted. He opened his eyes again, locking back onto yours, and a thrill of terror shot through you again. That was only the preliminary.

Now he would truly begin.

That look was all you got. Keeping the one hand at your throat, the provided the anchor to begin truly fucking your throat, not in a rush, but he picked up the pace. You placed your hands on his thighs to steady yourself. Your muscles initially gagged in protest, but he persisted, stroking your throat with his fingers as well, coaxing you to relax. Tears spilled down your cheeks. You concentrated on breathing through your nose and the steady gaze he kept trained on you. Soon you were taking more of him than you thought you could. He quickened his thrusts into your mouth. Your fingers stretched into the fur on his hips, mewling as he continued to use your mouth.

A few short grunts with the last thrusts were the only hint before he came, shooting his hot spend in your mouth with an unrestrained howl that shook the crowd to their core. There was no way for you to swallow everything, but, if anything, seeing his cum spilling down your chin made him grin.

Then he raised his head to address the villagers. “Remember that you gave this human to me. I will do with her as I please, and you will never see her again. Hope that you never see me again in your lifetime,” his voice carried, his power unquestioned in the clearing. “If you are lucky, the children you left home today will not see me in their lifetimes either. All of you go now. What happens next is not for your eyes.”

They followed his instructions without hesitation, all of them eager to be gone from this cursed place and their collective and ignored shame.

They left the torches – no desire for a souvenir.

And now you were alone with him, the light of the flames flickering over every inch of your exposed skin – which was almost all your skin, the lingerie only for show.

With the hand that was still anchored at the back of your head, he roughly angled you up sharply to look directly up at him, and tipping his own head forward he loomed in all his height above you, a truly searing heat in this look. “I meant what I said: you are mine, and I will never allow those vile villagers to see you again. You’re mine to do with as I please.”

He stooped down to claim your mouth in a kiss. His large thumb brushed the remaining spend from your chin and then moved down your throat to brush it over your collar bone, rubbing it in. He pushed his tongue between your lips, and you opened your mouth for him again. His tongue was too big for your mouth, too, but the more he subjected your body to the largeness of his being, the more you seemed to seep into him. He used his tongue to wrap around and tangle with yours, stroking it with his, now and then slipping it further down your throat, teasing, choking, mimicking the actions of his cock not long before.

When you were truly gasping, he chuckled darkly and pulled away, you leaned forward, lips chasing his, and then you shook your head, trying to restore some logic.

Failing.

Bucky easily tore away your bra with his brute strength. “Lay back for me, lamb.”

You shifted, legs aching from resting on them in that kneeling position for far too long. He noted the care you took in moving your limbs and rubbed the muscles up and down a few times. Then he pulled your hips to the end of the alter, flush against his cock, which was already semi-hard again. You hummed as he pushed against your still-clothed core.

His hands moved from your thighs up your sides, stoking the desire surging through your body, moving up your waist, thumbs brushing up against the underswell of your breasts, then flicking over the nipples, bringing them to little peaks before diving down to lave one of them with his tongue and suck, rolling, twisting, and pinching the other with his hand. Then he moved his mouth, and as he latched on to the other nipple, his hands worked the lace and silk panties off your hips and down your legs before tossing them away. He rutted up against you again, slow but persistent pressure against your core again, but now with no barrier he felt your arousal slicking up your entrance. When you began working your hips against him, seeking more friction, fisting your hands into his hair, he moved a hand between your legs, stroking over your labia and pushing one of his fingers right into your cunt, making you keen immediately from the force and fullness.

“Going to ruin you, lamb, but don’t want to hurt you.” He was brutal, but only because he was a monster by nature, not because he was heartless. “Gotta work your tiny pussy open so you can take me like you were meant to.”

As before, he was patient, making up for the impatience mounting inside you as he worked his fingers into you, circling, questing, stretching, twisting. When he pushed three fingers in he could tell it was a lot, but he knew he needed you to easily receive four if he was going to get to fuck you on his cock the way he wanted. All through it, he was relentless in overwhelming you in other ways, continuing to worship your breasts, but also murmuring praises against your skin, and threatening and promising filthy things that you couldn’t even respond to.

When you were thoroughly primed, aching for him, a mess with tears and begging for him, he finally realigned his hips between your legs, forcing your thighs wide to accommodate him. He bumped the head of his cock against your throbbing clit a couple of times, making your whimper repeatedly. You were lost as you lay splayed out above him, eyes tightly shut, hands reaching for him, desperately pleading his name over and over. He bent down to you again, relishing the feel of your breasts brushing against his chest for one more moment before sinking his cock into your cunt with a brutal thrust, pushing clear to the hilt, making you scream. It was wicked, and he knew it, but also knew how much he had worked up your body and your mind, and he was rewarded as you arched beneath him, and wrapped your arms around his neck, adjusted your hips, and then rocked against him, clearly seeking more.

Holding you at the precipice of pleasure for so long meant you crashed into your first orgasm very quickly as he pushed his cock in and out of your, “tight heat, little lamb, taking me so well,” he cooed. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, shuddering as he fucked your through it, groaning at the feel of your walls around him. “No one else will ever have this cunt now,” he vowed. “You’re mine.”

“Mine,” you echoed without thinking, not knowing it was exactly how he wanted his pet to feel about him. He pushed you over the edge into another orgasm and then spilled his hot seed inside you not long after. You were beyond spent, at that point, and less than a minute after he scooped you up, tucking your legs around his waist, you dropped out of consciousness, and went totally limp. He kissed the top of your head, then shifted you to sling you over his shoulder for the trek to his lair – your home. He’d secure you there, then go back to the get the wooden crate of the belongings you had shipped ahead of you and the bag you had traveled with – both were supposed to be deposited and waiting in a cave, the final part of his negotiations for acquiring his new human from that village and their foolish leader. Humans were delicate creatures with peculiar needs, after all, and he was determined to keep you content and fucked out until you were devoted to staying with him until the end of your days.

But the last hour had exceeded even his own expectations. He suspected he wouldn’t have to try very hard to keep his little lamb.

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[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

There was an unspoken habit of yours that you seemed to continuously exploit at Bucky’s expense — at least this time, it ended in something that would have you squeezing your thighs together at the very memory.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✯ Mechanic!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✯ Fluff, kink discovery ჻჻჻ SMUT: Unprotected piv, light Mean!Bucky, Dom!Bucky ჻჻჻ KINKS: Somnophilia, sir, praise, breeding, heavy degradation

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ✯ I would like to state for the record that when I wrote this, I did not cope. I have never had to take so many breaks while writing something — do with that information as you will, I am just wishing you all luck.

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Date night had been a beautiful affair – a night at the local diner, then a movie at the drive-in, of which Bucky was nothing but a gentleman, contrary to popular (read: his employees) belief. 

The two of you retired early to share an intimate embrace, never going all the way. Rather, you swapped stories that left you breathless with laughter. And after such a long day and exciting night, you fell asleep rather quickly, your head pillowed on his chest as you dozed.

Something was off, however, when you woke up through the night. The light from the moon and streetlights outside just visible through the gap in your curtains. 

Your back was flush with Bucky’s bare chest, and the thin tank top you wore to bed was bunched at your waist, exposing your lower half that had somehow… “Hmph,” Bucky huffed behind you, his hands wandering over your sides.

Blinking, you shifted slightly and looked over your shoulder. Bucky was fast asleep, his brows furrowed, and his lips were set in a deep frown, though that wasn’t what caught your attention; a deep flush was dusted over his cheeks.

“Baby?” you whispered, staring at his face. He didn’t stir. 

Placated that he was only dreaming and not suffering from a nightmare – otherwise, you would have been woken up long ago – you turned back around and settled, resting your head on your pillow to fall back asleep. 

But just as you closed your eyes, Bucky’s hand gripped your hip tightly, and you froze. “Doll…”

You turned slightly, looking at him from the corner of your eye, but he was still fast asleep – though the blush had turned scarlet, and his chest had begun to spasm and heave. Was he panting–?

“Buck, babe–are you alright?” you whispered again, staring at him. The only answer you received was another huff of breath, and his hand tightened on your hip, pulling you tighter against his chest when you felt it. “Oh.”

A wicked idea formed faster than a whip crack, and you grinned, broader than a cheshire smile. Slowly, carefully, you wriggled out of Bucky’s hold and pulled off your panties, already slick with the realisation and your devious plan. The distance from him allowed you to turn and take stock of the sight – he was lying on his side, one knee bent where it had rested against your thigh, and his chest was, in fact, heaving slightly. 

Your eyes wandered down to his briefs, where his cock was hardened, and if the damp patch of fabric where the head of his cock was twitching was any indication, he had been hard for a while. “Oh, you poor thing,” you simpered. “Hang on, babe.”

The bed dipped under your knees, and you shuffled closer – somehow, he didn’t wake nor stir as you settled close to his thighs. You gently grabbed the elastic band of his briefs and pulled them down his thighs, inching the material down so his cock was freed, and it twitched upon being exposed to the air. 

“Alright,” you murmured, grinning triumphantly. “Here goes nothing.”

You settled back down onto your side of the bed, and you shuffled back into his arms, deliberately brushing your now bare ass against his hard cock. “Fuck,” Bucky breathed, his head turning into his pillow, “Mmph.”

The slick drag of his wet cockhead over your skin made you bite your lip, and you ground against his length so it sat between your cheeks. “Shit, baby,” Bucky drawled, his forehead moving to rest on your shoulder so his heavy breaths fanned down your back. 

“Sir,” you sighed, pushing back harder, but Bucky still did not wake. “Sir, please.”

Bucky’s hand clumsily dragged down your thigh until he gripped it and pulled back with another huffed breath. 

“Fuck it,” you grit out. Your hand moved down your stomach to reach between your thighs, and you lifted your leg to reach between them. “You won’t do it, so I fucking will.” His hard cock twitched in your hand, and you guided it to your weeping pussy, your tongue between your teeth in concentration. 

The initial push into your heat made your breath hitch, and Bucky exhaled heavily behind you. “Yes, yes,” you moaned, and you pushed back to seat him fully to the hilt, the drag torturously slow. “Fuck, yes.”

“Oh my god, baby,” Bucky slurred, his hand moving from your hip to lay across your stomach, pulling you back against his chest and leaving you no room to move. “Fuck, feel s’good, love this pussy.”

“Are you awake yet, sir?” you whispered, bearing down on his length like a vice. “C’mon–tell me you’re awake.”

There was no response, bar the shallow thrusts into your heat – uncoordinated and sloppy. In an effort to wake Bucky up, you moved your hips back and forth, pulsing your walls against his cock on each drag in and out until he started to pant harshly, his breath fanning over your shoulder. “Fuck, baby,” he rasped.

“Wake up, sir, please,” you begged, and you made your movements rougher, more demanding. “Need you to fuck me.”

“Oh- Fuck, what the fuck,” Bucky gasped suddenly, and his grip tightened around your middle. You moaned wordlessly – he was finally awake. “Oh fuckin’ hell, sweetheart- God, you feel s’good,” he moaned, burying his face into your neck and moving his hips faster. “Fuck.”

“Sir, fuck me–need it hard, please,” you groaned, and Bucky grunted behind you, fucking into you with abandon. 

“You just wan’ to be pumped full, huh? That what you want–you fuckin’ whore?” Bucky growled, and you nodded, crying out. “Fine,” he rasped, moving closer and forcing you to lay on your stomach. “You wan’ it so fuckin’ bad?”

His weight settled over your back, and you squeaked as he thrust forward once, twice, three times. “Please! I wan’ it, sir,” you gasped, and Bucky chuckled darkly, his right hand coming to rest around the front of your throat, and his fingers squeezed the sides. 

“Then fuckin’ take it.”

It was brutal – a fierce beast that couldn’t be tamed, and you were in the clutches of his claws and teeth, helpless against the onslaught or the power of his thrusts that forced you up the bed with each and every one. 

There were no words forming in your moans, just babbles and pleas for more, more, more – and Bucky revelled in it. "Pretty girl couldn't even fuckin' wait for me–thought you'd have me any way you like, huh?" he growled.

“No, sir! Wanted to help you-” You bargained desperately, but the danger hadn’t passed. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky purred, slowing his thrusts so he could brush his lips deceptively gently against the shell of your ear. “Big mistake.”

“Ah! Fuck, fuck!” 

“Shut the fuck up, and take it, slut,” Bucky spat, and his hand moved from your throat to your mouth, silencing your pleas and moans. “You feel so fuckin’ good, your cunt is squeezin’ me–so tight, could stay here and pump you full of my cum all fuckin’ night.”

“Mmph!” you tried – the idea made your eyes roll with the sheer power of those words. 

“Oh, I know,” Bucky cooed, thrusting deeper, and he dragged his cock slowly in and out to the point you could have sworn you felt him in your throat. “My pretty girl is weak for her sir, and jus’ a lil’ bit of rough play. Now, lay there and fuckin’ take it–’cos I know you were made to bred, and holy fuckin’ shit, you’re gonna take it and say thank you.”

“Yes, sir,” you screamed, the reply muffled by his hand. “I wan’ it!”

Bucky hummed and then fucked you into the mattress, his grunts and moans of efforts only adding to the litany of sounds filling the room – the creak of the bed and frame, skin slapping against skin, and cotton being torn. “Fuckin’- Hang on,” Bucky growled, and you heard and felt Bucky shift behind you, his cock never leaving your cunt. “Tha’s better. Now, you’re gonna cum for your sir, and you’re gonna scream for me when you do. Understood?”

“Mhm, mhm,” you rushed, taking a deep breath as Bucky’s hand moved back to your throat. “Wanna cum, sir.”

“Know you do, sweetheart, and you can.”

The approval made you keen, and Bucky thrust in earnest, his pants for air by your ear the only inclination that he was close himself. “Fuck, sir, feels s’good, need it-” You hiccuped and sobbed, overwhelmed. “Need you to cum in me–breed me!”

“Fuck–doll, yeah, gonna fuck you and breed you, jus’ need you t’a cum for me.” He drove his hips forward with such ferocity the headboard banged against the wall.

“So close! Close–sir, please,” you begged, and you could feel Bucky’s grin on the skin of your neck where he had tucked his head. 

“Gimme it, baby–fuckin’ cum for me, be a good girl and cum,” Bucky growled, and you wailed. “Tha’s it! Lemme in, sweetheart, you’re forcin’ me out,” he soothed.

“Sir! Bucky- Fuck!” you screamed, convulsing beneath his weight as your climax swelled and pulled you under. The intensity numbed and muted the world around you – all you could feel was the faltered drag of Bucky’s cock over your walls as you pulsed, and his words of praise in your ear, muffled though they were. 

“Such a good girl, your cunt is heaven, baby,” Bucky groaned, and his rhythm hitched and faltered. “‘M gonna cum, so close-”

“Gimme it,” you demanded, breath shuddering.

Bucky moaned loudly, the sound morphing into a dull roar as he forced his cock so deep it started a second climax, barely registering the feel of his release coating your walls. “Oh my god,” he groaned. “Fuck, baby, don’ move, please.”

You hummed and fell limp onto the sheets, sighing contentedly. 

A few moments of silence passed as you caught your breath, and Bucky lowered himself to cage you against the mattress, his lips tracing a line over your shoulder. “You alright, doll? I didn’t hurt you?”

“No,” you replied, smiling. “I jus’ didn’t expect that.”

Bucky laughed. “Were you actually ‘helpin’’ me, or were you really desperate, huh?”

“You woke me up!” you retorted indignantly. “Fucking huffing and grinding into me, you bastard.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Bucky soothed, resting his chin on your shoulder. “But that was fuckin’ next level. Do it again.”

The two of you fell into fits of laughter, and you inwardly planned the next instance that you could use this against him – time would be on your side, you knew it.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

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[navybrat817]

When We First Met

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You reflect on the past and future as you wake up in Bucky's arms. Word Count: Over 1.4k Warnings: Light angst, tension, friends reconnecting, unrequited feelings (or so you think), slight feels (it's me), future fun, Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) A/N: More Dreamboat and Butterfly from Where We Left Off. For Week 5 of Hot Bucky Summer for @buckybarnesevents . Theme - "When I first met you...". Thank you @targaryenvampireslayer for confirming to go with my gut on this one! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You opened your eyes with a sigh, the room darker than before and the rain still steady as it fell outside. Bucky was right when he said it wasn't letting up and you hadn't heard Steve or anyone else arrive. You also hadn't meant to fall asleep and weren't sure how long you were actually out for, but you were so comfortable and warm in his arms. You felt safe, like you belonged there.

If only.

With a tired, sad smile, you snuggled deeper into the sofa before you slowly turned your head and realized you were half sprawled out on top of Bucky who was sound asleep. With his size, it was a surprise that the two of you fit.

I wonder if he remembers how I used to fall asleep in his arms during late movie nights.

Before you could stop yourself, you brought a hand up to brush some of the hair away from his forehead. Your fingers moved to his cheek when he let out a content moan, a yearning settling in your heart when he leaned into your touch. The gentle rise and fall of his chest under your other hand brought another smile to your face. He appeared comfortable and relaxed in his state, like it was second nature to sleep like this. A small part of you wished it was because he was holding you.

And I'm still in my bikini.

As much as you didn't want to get up, you needed to get changed. Or at least have one of you check your phones to see if you heard from Steve. "Okay, I need my arm back," you whispered when you tried to slip free of Bucky's hold, but he only gripped you tighter in his sleepy state.

"Mmm. No," he groaned when he adjusted you to lay completely on top of him, his eyes still shut. Once satisfied that you weren't going anywhere, he tucked your head under his chin. "Stay."

A squeak fell from your lips when he shoved his knee between your thighs, his arms tightening more around you. As if you weren't already embarrassed by the sound, you could hardly breathe when his massive leg moved again right against your core. Your body stiffened as you did your best not to move, trying not to think about how good he smelled or how big he was.

What is the most unsexy thing I can think of when I'm laying on top of the sexiest man alive?

You let out a breath, staring at a spot on the wall as his hand rested just under where your bathing suit top tied together. He was just moving in his sleep. Nothing more. But he clearly didn't want you to go anywhere. You bit the inside of your cheek and wondered for a second if he thought you were Dot. Maybe part of him missed her.

Welp, that's a buzzkill.

You closed your eyes, your body somehow going a bit more lax as you mentally tortured youself. It was easy to imagine little scenarios of what the two of you could have, like days and nights of cuddling like this. How the hell were you going to make a week when you could barely make it a day? Was it some form of punishment for not telling him how you feel?

Love is a delicious torture and sweet agony.

"You awake, Butterfly?" he mumbled.

Butterfly.

Bucky was the only one who ever called you that. You hadn't heard the nickname in so long. You weren't sure why, but you turned your head to hide your face in his chest. Was it relief that he knew it was you he was holding? Nostalgia? Fear that if he caught a glimpse of your face that he’d see right through you?

"Yeah," you murmured. “You remember that name.”

"Course I do," he said, sounding a bit more awake. "When I first met you, you were wearing that pretty butterfly necklace. It was shining in the sun."

Vibrant and colorful, it was one of your favorite pieces of jewelry. “I still have it,” you said, smiling at the memory of him commenting on it. “But you didn’t call me ‘Butterfly’ immediately. You called me ‘doll’. So old fashioned.”

He chuckled, stretching his leg out and giving you a mixture of relief and loss. “I did, but you didn’t act like a doll. You were very much a butterfly, smiling and spreading out your arms as you spun around to dance.”

“I looked ridiculous,” you giggled, remembering how you just felt like dancing. So you did. You didn’t care if anyone stared at or judged you because you were happy at that moment.

When did I stop being brave?

“No, you didn’t. You looked like you were born to fly,” he whispered, swallowing hard enough that you heard it. “It was beautiful.”

If I was born to fly, you’re the gravity that brings me back to the ground.

“I don’t really dance anymore,” you said, not focusing on him calling your dancing beautifull.

It was the act he found beauty in, not you.

“I wish you did,” he said, something wistful in his voice that made you lift your head. There was remorse in the depths of his eyes and you wanted to chase it away.

“It gets a little lonely dancing by yourself,” you said, propping yourself up a bit more. You weren’t saying it to get sympathy. He didn’t owe you that and you didn’t want it. “Sometimes you need a partner, Dreamboat.”

His eyes crinkled as he let out a laugh. “Dreamboat. You remember, too.”

You groaned as you dropped your head to his chest. “I was tipsy when I said that,” you said against his warm skin, recalling how embarrassed you were the moment the name left your mouth because you couldn’t take it back.

He inhaled sharply, his fingers digging into your back before he spoke again. “Doesn’t matter. That’s what you called me and I’ll never let you forget it.”

“I also called you ‘Bucko’,” you reminded him when you lifted your head back up. “I grabbed your cheeks like this,” you said, framing his face with your hands. “And I said, ‘It’s Bucky! Bucko! Dreamboat!’.”

You giggled and for a moment it was like you were in sync again, but he didn’t laugh with you. There was a clench in his jaw and you thought you may have upset him. “Why didn’t I ever ask you to dance with me?” he questioned.

…What?

You pulled your hands away from his face like it burned you and sat back, trying to put a little distance between the two of you. He only moved with you, his face inches from yours. “You tell me.”

Bucky stared into your eyes as you waited for him to speak. You expected to feel panic, but you just wanted to know. That way you could at least process how he felt one way or another and figure out where to move forward with your friendship.

The front door swung open hard enough that it almost smacked the wall. “It’s really coming down out there!” Steve said, shaking out his wet hair as he dropped one of his bags. He stopped short when he spotted the two of you facing each other on the couch. “Oh. Hi.”

Great timing. Why is he smiling like that?

“Hi. Glad you made it,” you smiled back at Steve, albeit a shaky one as you threw the blanket back and got to your feet. Bucky reached for you, but you stepped back. You weren’t going to have this talk in front of anyone else. “I want some sort of explanation. You owe me that much,” was all you said before you headed for the stairs.

Each step you took, you felt Bucky’s eyes on you. So close yet so far away. As frustrating as the interruption was, you could wait a bit longer to talk. But for your own sake, the two of you needed to hash things out because you owed him the truth about how you felt, too. And that you wanted to be part of his life. but wouldn’t allow him to devalue you again.

No matter which way the discussion would go, he didn’t owe you his heart nor did he need to reciprocate your feelings. You would never demand that of him. Love in any form shouldn’t be an ultimatum.

You just hoped you were ready to accept the potential consequences once those feelings were out in the open.

Oh, Steve. Why? Love and thanks! ❤️

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[hannahshattuck]

Title: Actions Have Consequences  Ship: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern, CEO Steve Rogers, Bodyguard Bucky Barnes, Age Difference, Steve is 28 and Bucky is 38, Slight Pet Play, Collars, Sex Toys, Dom/Sub, BDSM, Kneeling, Sir Kink, Blindfolds, Subspace, Punishment, Facefucking, Blowjobs, Shower Blowjobs, Oral Sex Summary: After everyone left the floor at the end of the day, Bucky locked the door to Steve’s office.

“Kneel.”

Steve pushed away from his desk and walked around it. His knees hit the floor with a thunk. Bucky gripped his chin and titled his head up. Steve could see the tension in Bucky’s jaw and he knew exactly why he was here.

He disrespected his dom.

Written for Hot Bucky Summer with @buckybarnesevents​. Also in combination with Alternate Juneiverse 2023. 

Juneiverse Connect Four Square: C1 - Boss/Employee

Steve whined as his dream slowly faded away. Totally not cool. It was a very nice dream too. A very nice dream. Dream Steve was laying on his stomach while Dream Bucky kissed down his spine towards his ass. Dream Bucky spread Dream Steve’s cheeks and-oh. This is real now. Steve moaned as he felt Bucky’s tongue prod his aching hole. The night before was spent taking Steve out of his head by seeing how many times he could come untouched. Bucky used everything. Dildos, prostate massagers, anal beads, vibrating butt plugs, and Bucky’s fingers and his cock. Needless to say Steve’s poor asshole was very sensitive this morning.

Steve moaned again as Bucky started sucking at his hole. He pushed his hips into the mattress to try and get some stimuli to his own cock but Bucky yanked Steve by his hips so his knees were under him.

Bucky draped himself over the man under him and nibbled at his ear, “Good morning, Pup.”

Steve smiled, eyes still closed, “Good morning, Sir.”

“How’s my little puppy today?”

“Sore,” Steve mumbled as Bucky rutted his clothed cock against Steve’s ass. Bucky must have put underwear on before he went to bed after Steve passed out from the many orgasms.

“Mmm. Too sore to wear a plug today?”

Steve slowly rolled onto his back which caused Bucky to sit on his knees next to Steve. Steve opened eyes, “Not really. But I have that boardmeeting later today. So,” Steve sat up slowly and brought his knees to his chest, hugging his arms around them, “Could I not wear a plug? I don’t want to risk my mind slipping during it.”

Bucky scooted closer to Steve and wrapped his arms around the man. “Of course, Pup.” He placed a kiss on Steve's temple. “I completely forgot that it was today.” Bucky crawled out of bed and went over to the dresser where they kept all their kink stuff. The top drawer held smaller dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, handcuffs, rope, and a velvet box that held something special for Bucky’s boy.

“So, since no to the plug,” Bucky grabbed the box and sat on the edge of the bed, facing the headboard. “How about this instead?”

Steve crawled over then took the velvet box and observed it. It's a narrow rectangle which clues Steve in that whatever is in it, is either a bracelet or a necklace. When he opened it, his breath caught in his throat. Laid nicely in the box is a chain with a circle on one end and a bar on the other. The item looked like a necklace but Steve knew it was a collar, a day collar to be exact.

“I’ll put it on you after we shower, okay?” Bucky grabbed Steve's face and kissed his nose. “We’ve talked about incorporating kink into our everyday lives and since your poor little hole is sore,” Steve playfully glared at Bucky causing the dom to chuckle, “I figured we could start with this. As far as I know, no one other than Sam and Nat are into kink so to everyone else it would just look like a necklace. If you don’t want to wear it, that’s completely okay. I want you to feel comfortable and safe, Pup.”

Every time Bucky called him ‘Pup’, Steve got a twisty feeling in his stomach. Not a bad twisty feeling, a good one. Where any missing pieces were filled when Bucky called him ‘Pup’.

“I trust you, Sir. I want to wear it.” Steve straddled Bucky’s lap the best he could with how they were positioned on the bed. “If at any time throughout the day I feel uncomfortable, I promise I’ll use my safeword.”

Bucky gripped Steve’s hips, “What’s your safeword?”

“Eagle if we’re alone or around Tasha and Sam. And ‘Mister Barnes’ if there’s others.”

Bucky smiled up at his boy. “Good boy.” Bucky grabbed each cheek of Steve’s ass and squeezed. Steve gasped and pushed his hips forward causing his dick to rut against Bucky’s abs. Bucky leaned forward to lay the other man back down on the bed and kissed his neck. Steve moaned as his Sir reached the spot that made him melt. The dom pulled away before he left a mark, “Get your ass to the shower and I might let you suck me off before we go.”

Steve scrambled out of bed so fast, his feet got tangled in the blankets. Luckily, Bucky grabbed him around the waist before Steve could faceplant. Steve slowly looked over his shoulder and smiled sheepishly when he saw Bucky’s raised eyebrow. He extracted his feet from the blankets and walked fast to the en suite so he could get the shower ready for them. Steve wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to service Bucky. That would be insanity!

Steve turned on the shower and as the water warmed up, he grabbed towels from the shelf above the toilet. He set them on the counter and stripped his clothes off. Steve felt Bucky’s arms wrap around his waist and the dom kissed the sub’s neck.  Steve relaxed into Bucky’s hold as the heat from the shower warmed up the small room making it a comfortable temperature to be naked. Bucky walked both of them to the shower and opened the door. One amazing thing about Steve owning his own company, and being “hella rich” as Bucky says, is that they can have a shower big enough to fit both of them and have room to spare.

Steve groaned in contentment as the warm water cascaded down his chest. Bucky ran his hands across the other man’s chest, tweaking Steve’s nipples as Bucky's fingers passed them. Steve sighed as one of Bucky’s hands went lower and grabbed his dick. Bucky slowly stroked Steve and smirked as he felt Steve’s dick harden in his grasp. Bucky then turned Steve around and grabbed him by the back of the head, kissing him hard.

Steve whimpered into the kiss as Bucky nipped at his bottom lip. Bucky then gently pushed Steve down to make him kneel on the shower floor. The hot water pelted Steve’s back which only aided in making him hot and bothered. Bucky tangled his fingers in Steve’s hair and pulled. The blond’s head snapped back and his mouth opened with a moan.

“Tongue out, Pup.”

Steve stuck his tongue out and Bucky fed him his hard dick. The kneeling man closed his eyes as the taste of his lover filled his mouth. The thick, long cock that stretched him out deliciously when Bucky fucked his ass, was now pushing his mouth to the limit. Steve’s lips were stretched tight and his tongue teased the vein on the underside of Bucky’s cock.

“Yes.” Bucky threw his head back and tightened his grip on Steve’s hair. He slowly thrusts his hips, hitting the back of Steve’s throat making the other man choke. “That’s right. Choke on my cock, Pup. Choke on your Sir’s cock.”

Steve moaned, sending vibrations through Bucky’s cock. He looked up at Bucky through watery eyes. He loved being choked on his Sir’s cock and if he didn’t have a meeting today, Steve would call out sick just to warm Bucky dick all day.

“I’m gonna fuck your face now. You just sit there and look pretty.” Bucky patted Steve’s cheek before gripping the blond hair with both hands and snapped his hips making the other man gag. Bucky growled as Steve’s throat spasmed around his dick with each thrust. Seeing the blond’s eyes water only made Bucky’s dick harder. The brunet loved pushing his Pup’s limits but was aware to not push them too much.

Steve loved choking on his Sir’s cock. His air being cut off only aided in the floaty feeling he felt whenever that delicious cock touched his tongue. Steve closed his eyes and just let Bucky fuck his throat. The moment they left their house, Steve had to be in boss mode. He had to run his company and tell his employees what to do. But right now, he can just enjoy being a fucktoy for Sir.

“I’m gonna come. Swallow it all.” Bucky growled as his release flowed down Steve’s throat. He threw his head back as Steve swallowed around his dick. He thrusted slowly, milking every last drop into Steve’s mouth. “That’s good. That’s my good Pup.” Bucky pulled out and Steve looked up with a dopey smile on his face. Bucky cupped Steve’s cheek and ran his thumb across the kneeling man’s lips. He leaned down to look closely at Steve’s eyes to see if he slipped into subspace.

“I’m clear, Bucky. I promise.” Steve using his name gives Bucky the confidence that Steve is clear headed. “Just happy.”

“I’m glad,” Bucky chuckled. “Let’s get washed up. Up you go.” Bucky helped Steve stand slowly since he was kneeling for a while. “Slowly.” Bucky said when Steve’s knees gave out a little bit. One Steve was standing and his legs didn’t feel numb or anything, Bucky grabbed the soap and started washing them both.

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“Mister Rogers, if you’d just consider-“

“Consider what? Being like every other big company who jacks up their prices for no reason? Absolutely not.”

“But it wouldn’t be for no reason.”

“And what would be the reason, Mister Thompson? Please enlighten me.” Steve glared at the man on the other end of the conference table. The board members talked about raising the prices of the smaller businesses Steve’s company owns, one of these businesses being a pharmacy that is known for providing affordable medications for their customers. A cause close to Steve’s heart when his own mother couldn’t afford her medications.

“Raising the prices would give us the ability to bring in more profit in order to fund-“

“Mister Thompson, let me stop you there.” Steve raised his hand with a sigh. “What I’m hearing is you only care about deepening your pockets.”

Thompson looked at Steve incredulously. “No. What I’m saying-“

“Oh no I know exactly what you’re saying.” Steve stood up and placed his hands on the table leaning his weight on the table. “You want us to be like every jackass.”

“Mister Rogers, that language-“

“It’s my company I can talk however the fuck I want.” Steve noticed Bucky take a step toward him. With how irritated Steve is with this board meeting, Bucky might have to jump in.

“Steve.” A voice to his right grabbed his attention. He looked at his right hand woman, Natasha. “Let him finish.”

“Nat, he wants us to make it impossible for people to get the stuff they need. The first business he wants to raise prices is the pharmacy!”

“That’s our most profitable business.” Thompson mentioned.

Steve snapped his gaze to the man, “So you are admitting you’re just like everyone else.”

“I-“

“Mister Rogers. Why don’t we take a break?” Bucky stepped between Steve and Natasha’s chairs.

“No.”

“Mister Rogers, if I may…” Bucky started.

“I’m not done with this meeting so shut it..” Steve turned to Bucky and got in his face. Steve saw the tick in Bucky’s jaw which meant he was in trouble but he didn’t care. “Now go back and be a good little guard dog so I can finish this meeting.”

“Sir, I believe it’s in the best interest of everyone if this meeting was concluded at a different time.” Bucky narrowed his eyes.

“I pay you to protect me, not for your opinion. So shut it and stand back.” Steve growled.

Sam, Natasha’s assistant, gasped quietly. Never has he seen Steve act like that towards Bucky in any way. He looked over at Nat, his dom, with a questioning look. She looked towards the door silently telling Sam to open so she could dismiss the meeting.

“Mister Thompson, Mister Rogers and myself will discuss this proposal. Now everyone, if you’d would follow Mister Wilson he will walk you out. We are done for today.” Natasha’s steely gaze left no room for argument. All the board members followed Sam while Nat made sure Steve and Bucky weren’t going to kill each other.

“We’re fine, Nat.” Bucky then lowered his voice. “It seems like someone needs to learn some manners.” Steve swallowed but continued to glare at Bucky.

“Just don’t hurt him.” Nat whispered as she left the conference room.

Bucky and Steve went to Steve’s office with Bucky leading the way. To other employees, it would seem the bodyguard is his job of protecting his client. However, Steve knew this was Bucky’s way of taking dominance back. The day collar under Steve’s shirt was feeling too warm all of a sudden.

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After everyone left the floor at the end of the day, Bucky locked the door to Steve’s office.

“Kneel.”

Steve pushed away from his desk and walked around it. His knees hit the floor with a thunk. Bucky gripped his chin and titled his head up. Steve could see the tension in Bucky’s jaw and he knew exactly why he was here.

He disrespected his dom.

Even though Steve is the boss outside their home, there is an unspoken agreement that Steve still respects Bucky. Today though? He didn’t.

He was rude to his dom. But that’s not it, no. Not only was he rude, Steve went off on Bucky in front of board members and their friends Sam and Natasha, the only two who know about Steve and Bucky’s lifestyle.

But the cherry on top? Steve used his position as Bucky’s employer against him.

“I pay you to protect me, not for your opinion. So shut it and stand back.”

The words kept bouncing around Steve’s mind ever since. Natasha, being Steve’s right hand woman, dismissed everyone while Bucky glared at Steve and Steve met him with the same fire in his eyes.

Now, here the two men are. Alone, at the end of the day, on the seventeenth floor of the high rise Steve’s company owns with Steve kneeling, being forced to look up at his dom. The kneeling man felt his eyes start to well up but help back the tears because he didn’t want Bucky thinking Steve was trying to get pity.

“Do you know why we’re here?” Bucky asked lowly.

“Yes, Sir. I disrespected you.” Steve answered unprompted. Sometimes when Steve was in trouble, Bucky had to pull the reason out of Steve but now it seems like the blond is hoping his punishment could be lessened.

“That’s right. Not only in front of the board members,” Bucky let go of Steve’s chin and walked to the drawer in the desk where they kept some small toys. “But also in front of a fellow dom.”

Steve lowered his head and looked at his hands resting on his knees, “I know, Sir. I’m sorry.” Steve’s voice cracked on the apology.

Bucky came over and knelt in front of Steve and cupped his face with both hands. “Baby, look at me.” Steve raised his eyes to meet Bucky’s. A tear slipped down his cheek which was brushed away by Bucky’s thumb. “I’m not angry. Disappointed but not angry. The meeting was getting heated and that’s why I suggested a break.” Bucky leaned forward to kiss the other man’s forehead. “Even though I’m disappointed, I understand why you lashed out. But because we’ve talked about this beforehand, I still need to punish you, okay?” Steve nodded and closed his eyes. He knew whatever punishment Bucky chose would be fair.

“Yes, Sir.”

Bucky placed one more kiss on Steve’s forehead before standing up with a groan. He went back to the desk and grabbed the items he pulled out. He went over to the small couch Steve has in his office and sat down. He took one of the pillows, which was actually a kneeling cushion, and set it on the floor in front of him. “Come here, Pup.”

Steve shuddered with Bucky calling him ‘Pup’. It did two things. One, it showed the scene was starting and two it calmed Steve. He stood up and walked over to Bucky. The dom instructed him to take off his shoes, suit jacket, tie, and button down, leaving him shirtless with the day collar around his neck and in his pants and socks.

“Look at me,” Bucky commanded. The sub looked down at his dom from where he was standing in front of the couch. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to blindfold and you will be on speech restriction. I’m also going to use your tie and bind your hands behind you. Understand so far?”

Steve nodded, “Yes, Sir.”

Bucky smiled, “Good Pup. I want you to think about how you could have told me to back off in a way that would have been more respectful. When you think you have come up with something, you’re going to drop the bell.” Bucky held up the medium sized bell they used as a non-verbal safeword whenever Steve’s mouth was occupied. “In this scene, the bell is not you safewording to end the scene. It’s there to let me know you’ve thought about not only your actions but what you could have said. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Bucky ran his hands up the back of Steve’s legs and cupped his ass. “You’re gonna kneel on the cushion facing away from me. When I put the blindfold on, bind your wrists, and hand you the bell, speech restrictions start.” Bucky caressed Steve’s ass. “Do you need anything before we start? Bathroom? Water?”

Steve went through his mental checklist of his body. “No, Sir. I’m good.”

“Okay, Pup. Kneel for me.”

Steve turned around and knelt facing away from Bucky. The dom grabbed Steve’s tie and gently pulled his arms behind him. The feeling of the silk tie being looped around his wrists and pulled tight, but not too tight, already quieted Steve’s mind a bit. Bucky slipped two of his fingers in between the tie and Steve’s skin to make sure his circulation wouldn’t be cut off.

“Blindfold now.” Bucky slipped the silk eye mask over Steve’s head and leaned around to check it was over his eyes and not blocking his nose. “Okay. Here’s the bell. Speech restrictions start now.” Bucky made sure Steve had a firm grip on the bell before letting go. If Steve didn’t drop the bell by the fifteen minute mark, Bucky was going to call it. He didn’t want Steve to do damage to his knees.

Bucky saw the moment the blond’s mind settled. His shoulders relaxed and his head tipped forward, the only change in his posture. Bucky relaxed into the couch as he watched his sub in case he needed to end the scene at any moment. His phone vibrated in his pocket but he ignored it. Bucky’s focus needed to be on the blond throughout the whole scene.

Ten minutes went by before Steve dropped the bell, signaling he thought about his words. Bucky grabbed the bell and set it on the couch before going to stand in front of Steve. The dom removed the blindfold and the sub blinked rapidly, letting his eyes adjust back to the lighting of the office. Bucky made a mental note to buy a lamp or two so there’s dimmer light if he blindfolds Steve at the office again.

“Hi, Pup.” Bucky smiled down at Steve.

“Hi, Sir.”

Bucky gently tugged on the day collar which caused Steve’s eyes to flutter. “Did you think of something else you could have said?”

“Yes, Sir,” Steve nodded. “May I sit on the couch though?”

“Absolutely.” Bucky untied Steve’s wrists and helped him stand. “Slow.” Steve gripped Bucky’s arms and slowly stood up. Once they were both sat on the couch, Steve turned to Bucky.

“When you suggested a break, I could have said I wasn’t ready for one or accept that one was needed. I also shouldn’t have pulled rank and told you to stand back.” Steve looked down at his lap and fiddled with his fingers. “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t want to have that meeting the moment Thompson’s proposal started with raising prices. I just don’t want people to end up like how Ma did.” Steve sniffled as he thought about how his mom couldn’t afford her medication towards the end of her life due to price raises.

Bucky scooted close and rubbed Steve’s back. “I know, baby. But here’s the thing. You’re the one who makes the final decision. It’s up to you. If Thompson can’t accept that, then maybe he needs to not be working for you anymore.” Bucky put a finger under Steve’s chin and lifted his gaze. “But that’s a conversation between you and Nat. And right now, what we need to do is get you dressed and then go home. We’ll order in for dinner and we’ll just hang out, okay? Not thinking about work or anything. Does that sound good, honey?” Bucky brushed the hair that fell on Steve’s forehead out of the way.

Steve nodded. “Yes it does. Can I wear your sweatshirt when we get home?” Steve loves to wear an old college sweatshirt of Bucky’s especially after a scene.

The dom leaned forward and kissed his sub’s nose. “Absolutely baby.”

Both men worked together to get ready to go home. They made sure everything in Steve’s office was put away and made their way out. Once in the parking garage, Bucky opened the passenger side for Steve with a kiss to the blond’s cheek. Bucky got in the driver’s side after he made sure Steve was settled in the passenger seat. All the way home, the two held hands and sang along to the radio enjoying each other's company and forgetting the stresses of the day.

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Power Play Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - Free Week - “S”

AN: It’s the chapter you’ve all been waiting for! Hopefully you love everything that happens here. Thank you for joining me on this wild ride. It's still the 2nd of August in Honolulu, so I'm all good.....

This week is a free week, with the optional prompt of something starting with “S” - so I’ve gone simple and just gone with Sex, but another word beginning with S also applies and hopefully you will all work it out at the end. Thanks @buckybarnesevents

Also, like in the cinema, don't leave straight away....

Beta’d by @buckysbarne

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and banner by me

Master list | Hot Bucky Summer Master list | Chapter 4

Summary: You return to Bucky’s mansion after quitting your job and confronting Walker. Are you ready for the rest of your life to properly begin?

Relationship: Mob! Bucky x Undercover Agent! Reader

WC: 3.4k

CW: Soft!Dark! Bucky, Canon Typical Violence, Russian Pet names as mangled by Google translate, Explicit sexual content (body worship, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PinV sex), Minor character death

The car came to a halt, pulling you from your memories.

Had it only been a few days ago that you’d woken, tied to a chair in Bucky’s office, scared for your life but trying not to show it?

A few days in which he’d convinced you that not only did he wish you no harm, he actually admired you and thought that you could change your life for the better by joining in.

Were you ready to throw your morals away for the promise of a better life and, by all indications so far, mind-blowing sex? Surely people did that everyday in the name of capitalism?

“I can hear you thinking, Pchelka.” At the sound of Bucky’s amused voice, you lifted your head from where it had been resting on his shoulder during the car ride, and looked up at him.

Despite the fact that you’d been living in his mansion for a week and spending a significant portion of each of your days with him, his beauty still took your breath away, more so when he unleashed a smile.

The feared mob boss reached out to cup your jaw, rubbing a rough thumb across your cheek..

“Don’t second guess yourself, milyy. You did wonderfully. You did what you had to do, and now you are free. Free to do what you want, what pleases you.”

His eyes sparkled and you felt emboldened. The car may have stopped but the doors hadn’t yet opened, despite the fact that Bucky’s driver had already alighted. Taking advantage of the apparent privacy, you twisted in your seat, and moved to straddle Bucky’s lap. His lips twitched, suppressing a smile, although he did raise one of his eyebrows. You grasped the lapels of his suit for balance and then ground down over his already partially chubbed up cock.

“What if I want to ‘do’ you? I have a feeling you’ll more than please me.”

It was obvious from the flex in his jaw that he was finding it harder to keep a straight face.

“Let it never be said that I don’t give a lady exactly what she wants and needs.”

In a move that surprised you, he flung open the door, swivelled in his seat and stood out of the car, with you clinging to him. His hands were under your ass, hoisting you up and your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist. That it had the unfortunate effect of sending your skirt shooting up around your own waist had you squeaking in embarrassment, but your soon to be lover just chuckled.

“There’s no-one around, Pchelka.”

You peeked, firstly over his shoulder and then turned your head to look around further. He was right, of course. For once you couldn’t see hide-nor-hair of any of his guards or close associates, not even Sam.

“Show me your bedroom, Bucky.”

You kissed him then, harshly and with a fierce need, as though the damn holding your back had finally burst. Unfortunately it made it rather hard for him to carry out your request, so he only indulged you for a few moments, drawing away before you were ready to let him go, and he chuckled again at the needy noise you let out.

“Patience, lyubimaya. If you wish to be made love too in comfortable surroundings you need to let me take you upstairs. There’ll be time in the future for more… unusual trysts.”

His mocking words, no matter how affectionately meant, had heat racing to your cheeks and you buried your head into his shoulder. Your mind was assaulted by thoughts of Buckty taking you in the back of his expensive car, of him bending you over the desk in his office, of him between your thighs in his home cinema as some erotic French art house film played on the screen. You let out another whine, your hips bucking against his torso as your body sought friction for your aching clit.

Thankfully, Bucky managed to get inside the house and upstairs in record time, shouldering the door to his room open, kicking it closed and then laying you on the bed, following your down so his body pressed into the V of your hips, and finally kissing you back as ardently as you’d kissed him minutes before.

The beard scruff covering his cheeks and chin, scratched across your skin, but you didn’t care. His hands skimmed down to your waist, kneading your soft flesh over your clothes, before tunnelling under your blouse, freeing it from your skirt and starting to work on the delicate buttons that held the soft silk closed. You gasped at his touch, and at the way his kisses moved from your lips to pepper your jaw and then your throat.

The buttons dealt with, Bucky eased the front of your top apart, baring your lace covered breasts to his gaze.

“Prekrasnyy!”

You may not have understood what it was he said, but the tone in which he said it, and the way in which he ducked his head to press his lips to the swell of your breasts, explained enough. When his mouth moved lower, sucking on your flesh through the lace, your body arched up, your hands flying to his short hair and clutching his head. You didn’t know whether to push him away or pull him closer, the stimulation sending your senses into a tailspin.

As Bucky worshipped your breasts, his left hand, the one so artfully decorated with ink, slid up the outside of your right thigh, skimming over the stockings you wore, until they reached the clasp of your garter belt. He deftly dealt with the two clips, and then his hand was pushing up under the belt to grasp your ass again, squeezing gently as you sighed and moaned beneath him.

His mouth continued its journey southwards, until it was halted by the bunched up fabric of your skirt. His deep chuckle, by now one of your favourite sounds, broke from him again as he eased away from you. However, he took hold of your hands, drawing you up into a sitting position as he dropped to his knees in front of you. 

The image of the most powerful man in New York acting and looking subservient to you sent a fresh rush of arousal to your pussy, and you were certain that your new, La Perla panties were hopelessly ruined.

With his ice blue eyes never looking away from your face, he slipped your blouse from your shoulders, whisking it away and, without a care, tossing it away from the bed. His hands slid around your ribcage, to the fastening of your bra. He tilted his head, a silent question, to which you replied with a small nod, your lower lip held gently between your teeth in anticipation. The lace dropped away quickly, and you heard Bucky’s intake of breath and saw his eyes darken.

“Tak ochen', ochen' krasivo.”

You expected him to take your breasts into his mouth again, but he surprised you with his actions, instead peppering your sensitive skin with gentle kisses. His stubble tickled you and your skin puckered, your nipples standing to attention.

Bucky’s hands then moved to your waist.

“Up, Pchelka.”

You stood, and your one loosened stocking slithered slowly down your leg. But your lover ignored it, instead pulling your skirt back down over your ass and thighs, but only so he could reach the zipper and undo it. It too pooled at your ankles, but Bucky steadied you as you stepped out of it. He then undid your one remaining stocking and removed your garter belt.

“Sit again, milyy.”

As you sank back down onto the counterpane, painfully aroused and almost vibrating with anticipation, Bucky lifted your right foot onto his knee, undoing the ankle strap of your shoe and removing it just as gently as every other item of your clothing, his fingers returning quickly to divest you of your stocking, before doing the same to the other foot. 

With you now only wearing your panties, Bucky rose to his feet and stepped back. He loosened the tie at his neck, undoing it and tossing it away, his eyes still fixed on yours, and you swallowed thickly. His jacket quickly followed, shucked and discarded at lightning speed, but when he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, you let out another whine, pressing your thighs together.

He gave you a knowing smirk and you mentally cursed him, however, when he finally released all the buttons of his shirt and let the fine cotton slip to the floor, it was your turn to gasp. You obviously knew about the tattoo on his left arm, but he now revealed to you that it covered his left shoulder and the top of his chest on that side. You itched to trail your finger over the twisting vines and ask him what the various words meant, but now wasn’t the time. Especially as now Bucky had, oh-so-slowly, popped the fly of his pants and was drawing the fabric down over his thick thighs, and…

Oh my…

Black boxer briefs clung to him like a second skin, leaving very little to the imagination, and you knew you were staring.

“My face is up here, sladkiy…” That condescending note appeared in his voice again and you automatically dropped your chin and turned your head, for some reason feeling ashamed, yet also excited. 

Bucky didn’t let you hide for long. He was back on his knees, between your legs, tilting your chin up with his index finger.

“Don’t hide from me, Pchelka. And never apologise for looking at what’s yours. Because I am. And you are mine. Now, lie back and I will prove how much I worship you.”

You eased back onto your elbows, and Bucky curled his fingers around the waistband of your panties. You lifted your hips and finally you were fully exposed. For a moment Bucky said nothing, just placed his hands on your thighs and gazed at your sex. His hands shifted, his thumbs reaching up to spread your folds open, and he groaned. Then, without any further warning he bent his head those last few inches and licked a stripe right up your weeping pussy, flicking over your erect clit.

Your elbows gave out, your head meeting the mattress with a dull thud. Bucky’s fingers tightened on the malleable flesh of your thighs as he explored your folds. All you could do was moan and mutter ‘yesyesyesyesyes’, over and over again. When he pressed one of his fingers into you, you almost came on the spot, your body clutching at the intruding digit, squeezing around it, greedy for more. Then, as if he could read your mind, after a few exploratory thrusts, he added a second finger.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you palmed at your breasts. With his free hand, Bucky lifted one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder holding you open and pulling you impossibly closer. You thought you’d known pleasure when he’d touched you before, but this was different, both exquisite and tortuous. It was as though he knew when you were approaching your peak and purposely changing tack to keep you hovering right on the edge.

Then it hit you. He was ensuring that you were just how he wanted you - spread open and needy.

You let out a whimper, knowing you were playing directly into his hands, and not caring in the slightest. You wanted him. No, needed him. As if he were the very air you needed to breathe.

“Bucky!” Your stomach tightened and your legs trembled as you wailed out your plea. You no longer cared how pathetic and wrecked you sounded.

You felt him shift between your thighs, his face leaving your soaking pussy and you raised your head to look at him. His eyes were dark with lust, his cheeks pink and his mouth wet with your arousal. You reached out your arms, making pathetic grabby motions with your hands and with a smile Bucky climbed up onto the bed. 

Aware of how your legs dangled over the edge of the mattress, you shuffled up the counterpane as Bucky’s form slinked forward, covering your own. You lifted your right leg to hook over his still clothed hip, your body arching up against his erection.

“It’s okay, Pchelka. I’m here. Soon, soon.”

He kissed you, transferring your essence from his lips to yours. His left hand cupped your face, his weight on his forearm, while with his right he pushed down his briefs. Your hands gripped his shoulders, and when you felt his cock settle between your folds, hard and hot, your nails dug into his skin as you gasped. Then his hand was between you, notching himself at your entrance, and you lifted your hips to help him. 

Bucky sank home, engulfed by the clutch of your body and the sound of your twin moans filled the room. He thrust into you gently, still kissing you and your arms left their death grip on his shoulders to twine around his neck. You moved together, an erotic version of the dance you’d had when you’d first met, and Bucky was right - you just fit so well.

The fire inside you, which Bucky had so carefully stoked with his earlier endeavours, became an inferno. You didn’t want this to end, but at the same time you ached with the need for that ultimate satisfaction, and wanted to feel him find his in your body.

“Bucky, please.” You whispered against his mouth, and without missing a beat, he moved his left hand from your face to where you were joined and using his unerring instinct to touch you just right, drew soft circles on your clit, spreading your arousal over the bundle of nerves.

You came.

Hard.

Your voice let out a strangled cry, your eyes squeezing so tightly shut that tears rolled down your face. Your hips continued to meet Bucky’s, thrust for thrust, and he let out a few small grunts, letting you know he was close too. As your body shuddered with the aftershocks, you cupped his face with your hands.

“Come for me, Bucky. Please. I need to feel you.”

“Moya malen’kaya pchelka. Moya koroleva. Nastol’ko sovershenen. Perfect.”

You felt his hips stutter and loose rhythm, and felt the warmth of him flood you as he let out a deep groan. His body collapsed on yours and you ran your hands up and down his sweat-coated back, basking in your shared closeness. After a few moments he rolled to the side, his arms keeping you flush to him. You tipped your head up to look at him, and he smiled back down at you.

“Sleep, lyubimyy. It’s been an eventful day. We can talk more in the morning.”

You nodded against his chest, sighing in satisfaction and accepting your body’s request for slumber. You whined as he eased away from you, the mattress shifting as he got up, but he returned quickly, a warm, wet washcloth making its way between your legs.

Bucky got back in, sitting up against the headboard, and tucking you against his side, your legs tangled. As you drifted off, you heard the soft chirp of his phone.

“Is it done?... Good work, Sam. The message should be clear enough.”

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Post Credits Scene

Sam chuckled into the phone.

“Clear as crystal, boss.”

The call ended and he pocketed his phone, before looking back down at the ground. 

Walker’s blue, lifeless eyes started up at him, the bullet hole in his head a gorey facsimile of a third one. The former agent, and grade A douchebag was sprawled in the alley outside of his favourite bar. 

Sam knew he should get going - this watering hole didn’t lack for patrons and it wouldn’t be long before the body was discovered - however, he needed to find the bullet, and remove all traces of himself.

It hadn’t been hard to carry out Bucky’s orders. Walker was - had been - nothing but predictable, heading straight there after his confrontation with the boss and his little bee. Sam smiled to himself. It had only been a week and he already had a soft spot for Bucky’s Queen. She’d do the boss good - he’d already noticed a change in Bucky’s demeanour, and so far it was all for the better. He’d have taken out Walker for her, even if Bucky hadn’t asked.

Sam had bided his time though, waiting for night to fall before taking any action. Walker liked to come outside into the alley behind the bar for a smoke. Sometimes Hoskins came with him, sometimes he came alone. He wouldn’t have minded shooting Hoskins too, but someone had to relay the message.

His opportunity came at around quarter to eleven. The rear door of the bar opened with a crash and Walker stumbled through it, so drunk he could barely stand. He slumped against the wall, and pulled a battered box of cigarettes from his pocket. He placed a smoke between his lips and started to spin the steel wheel of his lighter. It sparked, but didn’t light and Walker cursed to himself.

Taking that as his cue, Sam had stepped out from where he’d been hiding himself. His target had looked up, but had been too drunk to be wary.

“Hey man, you got a li…”

He didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, as Sam had raised his arm and shot him straight in the forehead, decorating the wall behind him with his brains. Sam had considered taunting him, but what would’ve been the point? The man would die anyway, and in reality he wasn’t worth any extra time or energy. The corpse had slithered down the wall before tilting sideways, barely coming to rest before Sam had pulled out his phone to notify Bucky. 

With that done, Sam pulled out his flick knife, stepped over the corpse, and dug the bullet out of the brickwork. Pocketing both, he was about to make his way out of the alley to walk the half a block to where he’d left his car when he suddenly halted.

Being in the business he was, he’d developed keen senses and knew when he was being watched. He waited a breath, and then another. The sound of a glass bottle falling over and a stifled gasp had him pinpointing where the watcher was hiding - down the side of the large garbage bin, behind a pile of overflowing bags.

Four large strides and he was there, pulling the refuse sacks away.

“What have we got here?”

A pair of large, sunken eyes in a gaunt face, surrounded by dirt matted hair looked up at him in fear.

“I won’t say anything, mister. I promise. Please don’t kill me.”

Sam was torn. He killed who needed to be killed, avoiding collateral damage at all costs, but he couldn’t afford to leave a witness either. And this girl - no, young woman - obviously hadn’t had an easy life so far. He reached out toward her and she shrank back, squeezing her eyes shut as she undoubtedly prepared herself for her last moments. Then, unexpectedly, she sagged, her face going slack, and Sam realised she’d fainted.

Fuck!

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t kill her. But he couldn’t just leave her here either. He knew what type of predators were out at this time. Hell, he was technically one of them.

He dragged his palm down his face and pulled his phone back out, dialling a different number than earlier.

“Steve? It’s me. I’ve got a situation and I need you to bring the car around to the back of the alley. And try and be stealthy this time, man….Yeah, fuck you too.”

With a sigh, he cut the call, shoved his phone back in his pocket and bent down to scoop his new charge - cos he sure as hell knew that he’d just made her his responsibility - into his arms. She weighed far too little, and that realisation caused some kind of ache inside him. He didn’t want to investigate that feeling too much. 

As he walked down the alley, a passed out homeless girl in his arms, Sam wondered what the fuck he’d gotten himself into?

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