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frostironfudge · 9 months
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Devour - Bucky Barnes
Summary: the new pics of seb have me in a vice grip so here is Bucky on a Mediterranean getaway with you
Pairing: mafia!bucky x fem!reader
Word Count: 880
Warnings: 18+ minors dni, sm/ut, or/al fem receiving, dirt/y talk, allusions to previous smu/tty times, d/s vibes, sorta mafia bucky?, sorta soft moments, also prinţesă means princess (romanian)
A/N: this picture got everything to life for this drabble @sebsgirl71479 thank you for this picture
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The heat is sweltering.
Drops of sweat mimic the condensation on your pink drink’s glass. Taking another sip you grumble the ice watering down the sweet and sour concoction. 
“Something amiss?” Bucky’s tone is light teasing from behind you. 
“Drinks all watered down.” You pout, still not turning to look at him, too comfortable in the lounge chair, kindle resting on your thigh. 
The breeze finally comes in drawing out a sigh from you and your eyes close. Soon enough the sun’s heat diminishes and your breath hitches. 
The scent of amber and bergamot fills your senses urging your eyes open. Bucky leans over you, gold sunglasses perched atop his head.
Your eyes trail over his stubble growing in, as he swallows you watch his throat and then follow that trail to the necklace that half dangles still caught in his white tank top. 
That same necklace that grazed your kiss bitten lips last night, soothing the heat spreading over your skin. 
An easy smile on his face, his ring clinks against the glass. “Here,” he says handing you the replacement drink and he stands, “Can’t have my best girl pouting can I?” 
You roll your eyes and he pinches your cheek a habit he formed early on both out of endearment and knowing it annoys you. 
You admire his outfit, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Fuck the drink you want to drink your man in. 
“See something you like prinţesă? You have that look on your face.” Azure eyes that put the Mediterranean seas to shame glint with mischief. 
“Oh, I see something I love.” You flirt back, admiring the way his eyes crinkle as his grin takes over. 
“A moment ago,” He returns to his original spot, the one where he hovered over you.
“You seemed as though you saw something you want to devour.” He smirks, head dipped low, lips brushing below your ear, you whimper. 
The pendant of his necklace brushes over your sternum. Cold against warm.
“Bucky—,” Your words meld into a moan when his lips trail down your neck, he leaves open mouthed kisses and your hands find his shirt tugging on it wanting him closer. 
“A little temptress in this swimsuit of yours,” his larger palm traces from your knee up your thigh and you arch but he only continues over your body till he pinches your hardened nipple through the fabric, “Fuck.” 
He reclined the lounge chair further back, caging you in, your leg now wrapped around him. 
Bucky’s lips are on yours, needy, frantic, cock straining against his pants and your hands wandering but pulling him closer. 
He chuckles into the kiss as your fingers aid in the fall of his sunglasses and his hair coming loose from the bun. He loves how needy you become for him. 
How beautiful you look sun kissed and kiss bitten from the night before all of his marks proudly displayed across your chest, shoulder, the one he left on your inner thigh. 
Bucky growls as a particular grind of his hips makes you moan as your clit begs for more attention. 
“Please, Bucky, please,” You plead pushing the soft blue shirt off of his shoulders. 
“Want to taste you, my temptress.” He cups your jaw, thumb stroking your lips, you suck on the tip of his finger. 
“I want to taste you too.” You nip at the flesh, Bucky smirks above you. 
“I’d have whipped this outfit out sooner.” He laughs when you huff frustrated, then groans as you grind your hips to his, smirking up at him when he affixes you with a pointed glare to behave. 
“I’ll eat you out right here, prinţesă.” He says in warning, hand moving to cup your mound. He can feel the heat of your skin, his own favourite concoction waiting between your thighs. 
“Is that supposed to scare me?” You raise a brow, “Because if I remember right, no one else sees what belongs to the White Wolf.” 
His eyes blaze with something deeper than lust, his possessiveness and protectiveness for you a known fact in his ruthless world. 
“Hmm, well if anyone does see,” He kisses your cheek, then trails his lips down your neck, over your chest the warmth of his mouth preceded by the cool necklace over your abdomen. Bucky settles between your thighs, pushing them apart but pulling you close. 
Nose brushing over your clothed cunt and the sight is so erotic you can’t help but moan. 
“If anyone does see you pleading and pleasing me they know you are mine temptress. As they should.” 
The fabric is peeled away and your folds are soaked, he hums pleased before his tongue runs over your aching cunt. 
You keen as his lips latch onto your clit, your fingers tangle in Bucky’s hair. 
“Which one of us is in for a treat?” Bucky questions rhetorically as you tremble beneath him, his rings digging into your thighs. 
Bucky moans, at your taste, “We’re to remain here my temptress. I want to have my fill. You will give me how ever many I want won’t you?” 
You nod.
“My good fucking girl.” He praises, mouth back on you, your moans pleasing his ears and your taste satiating as well as growing his hunger for you. 
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whereireid · 1 year
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˚ · . 𝐕𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: (mild) steve rogere x fem!reader x bucky barnes | masterlist
summary: It’s every woman’s dream to be married to Captain America, and by some stroke of luck, you are. Steve Rogers is as loyal and doting as he can possibly be - and you try to be the same. But that isn't always easy - especially when Steve's best friend, Bucky Barnes, is there and Steve never is.
— warnings: nsfw content: infidelity (reader x bucky), oral sex [f recieving], p in v (rough and soft)
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It’s not that you don’t love your husband.
You do.
It’s just - he’s never here. At home. With you. And despite his best attempts at being a doting, loyal husband, Steve has other priorities - like saving the world. And it’s fine. It’s manageable.
Until it isn’t.
But Bucky - God, Bucky’s always here. Bucky Barnes, your husband’s best friend, who is nothing like your husband at all, and somehow all the same. To be nice, he’d offered to take you out for drinks, in a friendly, caring way, because your husband can't, and you’d been all mopey and pouty because of his absence. Bucky offered to take you out because your actual husband, Steve Rogers, is too busy saving the actual world to spend any quality time with you. Because unlike Bucky, Steve can’t live without a war, and you knew that before you married him.
Steve Rogers is a good man.
But you're not exactly a good wife.
It's not that you don't love your husband.
It's just that - well, when was the last time Steve went down on you? Or even kissed you? When was the last time you were pinned beneath him, writhing and crying out, being fucked so rough and good that you couldn't walk the next morning?
Well, you can't remember - and that’s the problem. It’s the whole reason you've ended up in this situation in the first place.
Bucky is so much like Steve. Maybe that's why you’re so attracted to him. Sure, physically he’s different - though just as muscular, he contrasts your husband with his big, intense ocean eyes and thick, brown hair. But Steve and Bucky are so tight-knitted, so close, because other than that, they are exactly the same.
Yet there’s one, major difference.
Bucky’s here, kissing you, pinning you below him, and your husband isn’t. Steve is absolutely nowhere to be seen.
There’s an overwhelming amount of guilt pulsating through you as Bucky’s fingers curl around your underwear. They’re wet, and arousal shamefully pools in your stomach as Bucky coos, his lips flickering upwards into a smirk.
“All this for me, doll?” Bucky asks, his voice rumbling through you as his tongue flattens against your cunt, circling against your clit.
The cool of his metal arm burns against the hot of your skin. Your legs jolt and warmth pools in your lower belly as his tongue skilfully swirls around your clit, his breath fanning against you. “Bucky,” you mumble out weakly, your fingers dancing in his hair, tugging at his long, brown locks softly, mewling as his stubble brushes harshly against your skin. "Bucky, this isn't right.”
“Then why are you so wet?”
You close your eyes in disgust at his words. His breath is husky, and you desperately want to push him away, tell him that you're happily married and that you don't want this. That you don't crave this. You want to push him away, really, really badly. Except there's no longer any fire set ablaze within you - no genuine desire to push him away, and curse at him for doing this with you. Instead, you beckon him in - shakingly opening your legs so he has better access to your cunt, and he thanks you by greedily nuzzling against you, his tongue flicking at your clit perfectly.
There's an ache within you that hasn't been dulled in months. An ache that is pulsating as Bucky's mouth works against your cunt magically. His tongue slides up and down your slits, teasing your hole before gliding back up to your clit and sucking softly, gently, like you're easily breakable. And perhaps you are - because you're withering and crying against him, bucking into his face like a goddamn cat in heat.
"This might just be the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," Bucky hums, pressing soppy kisses against your cunt, his fingers parting your slits slightly. Your cunt is perfect, pretty, and swollen, throbbing softly. "When was the last time he touched you, doll?"
"Bucky," you squeeze your eyes shut, your grip in his hair tightening as he pressed deliberate kisses against your clit, your knees wavering in response. “It - it doesn’t matter.”
He groans, pulling away from you, his stubble brushing against your thighs, leaving marks in its wake. "It’s been long enough for your pussy to be weeping like this for me. Jesus, doll, he’s been neglecting you. Neglecting this perfect little pussy of yours. Do you know how lucky he is to have you?"
Your eyes flutter shut, and your legs begin to close, no longer wanting Bucky's face pressed against your cunt. The guilt of having Bucky here, in your bed, in Steve's bed, is beginning to drown you. Because it's the contrary - Steve isn't lucky to have you. You're lucky to have Steve. Your Steve, whose saving the world right now, making sure a mother is reunited with her kids, smiling at press conferences, talking about you in every goddamn interview, and here you are.
With Bucky fucking Barnes between your legs, eyeing up your naked frame like you’re the most desirable woman he’s ever seen.
“Bucky, we really should stop,” you plead, slightly breathless as Bucky forces your legs apart again, his strength no match for your own. “I’m married.”
“Yeah, and look where that’s gotten you, sweetheart,” Bucky murmurs, gliding his tongue up your cunt, stopping to pepper a kiss to your clit. “You’ve gotta husband whose never home. A husband who hasn’t-“ his tongue licks a stripe up your cunt, deliberate and slow, “-hasn’t made you cum in months. I mean, he’s practically leaving you celibate.”
“I vowed to stay loyal,” you squeak out as Bucky’s lips wrap around your clit again, his tongue skilfully flicking at your bundle of nerves. It feels so good - too good, and you grow warm and fuzzy and your toes begin to curl. “Oh my god, Bucky, I took a vow,” you say, but your words mean nothing now, falling on deaf ears. You’re cheating on Steve - you’re cheating on your husband, and it just feels so goddamn good.
Your orgasm is so close. So near. And you haven’t came without using your own fingers in months - and Bucky is just so perfect. He hums against your cunt, his fingers parting your slits so he can be extra attentive to your clit, his tongue swirling against the particularly sensitive bundle of nerves. You can’t speak, you can’t move; you just feel him, warm and fuzzy and clouded with ecstasy. You try to ignore how the sound of his moan when you cum against him makes you feel - try to pretend like Bucky’s enthusiasm isn’t making your stomach flip as you squirt hard against his face.
“Oh, that’s it, doll,” Bucky groans, nuzzling closer to your cunt, determined to ride you through your orgasm. Your thighs shake against him uncontrollably, and you feel humiliated as he gazes at you in awe. Like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. “You’re so good. So, so good.”
Your heart flutters when Bucky’s cock presses against your thighs. His hands palm your legs open, and he lets out a gentle hiss as his cock brushes against your wet cunt. It feels so wrong, so intimate to be in this position with him. Bucky’s eyebrows are furrowed together, his hands softly palming at the skin of your legs as he lines the tip of his cock up with your cunt.
“I took a vow,” you choke out quietly, regret tearing through you as Bucky pushes into you, slowly, softly. “Bucky, I took a vow!”
“He took a vow too, doll.” Bucky tells you gently, making note of how your nose crinkles when his cock brushes against the sensitive spot inside of your cunt. His hips pull backwards softly, his balls feeling full and heavy as he fucks you, fingers softly massaging at your thighs. “To be there for you. In sickness and in health. To be by your side, no matter what.. But where is he? He isn’t here.”
“He’s isn’t here,” you repeat solemnly, gasping as Bucky’s cock glides in and out of your cunt perfectly. The motion of his hips is steady and smooth, his cock glistening as he fucks you, and he treats you so gently, like you’re porcelain, fine china; something easily breakable.
It feels perfect. You haven’t been fucked in months. You haven’t been touched in months. How were you supposed to say no? Sure, you took a vow, but like Bucky said - so did Steve.
So, it doesn’t matter anymore. This thing with Bucky? It doesn’t matter anymore. Steve will never know because this is only going to ever be a one-night stand.
“Jesus, Bucky, harder,” you breathe, mewling as his hips begin to speed up, his cock stretching you out.
It burns. He’s stretching you and it burns, but surprisingly it feels good. You’re so tight - clenching down on him when his cock fucks against the sensitive spot inside of your cunt, trying to ignore your guilty conscience and instead focus on the pleasurable aspect of him rutting into you lewdly.
Bucky grunts, watching as your arousal pools around his cock, leaving a ring of white at the base of his length. You tremble beneath him, shake like a leaf, and he scoffs at how easy it is to force an orgasm out of you. You’re gasping and writhing below him already - the dirty sounds of your mouth echoing cruelly with the dirty sounds of your squelching cunt.
It doesn’t even matter to you anymore. None of this matters. You chase your own pleasure - desperate for it, bouncing against him eagerly. If Bucky wants you to feel good, you’re going to let him make you feel good. And Jesus Christ, he makes you feel more than good. You clench down around him again, your belly flooding with warmth, your vision going blurry, and you cum.
And it’s perfect. It’s everything. You’re clenched around him so tightly that it’s a hard job to continue fucking you, but he manages it - trying to hold his own orgasm until you’ve finished, because Bucky really, really doesn’t want to cum inside of you.
He really doesn’t.
But people don’t always get what they want. With one, slightly strangled groan, Bucky cums, his balls slapping against you frantically as he chases his own orgasm, unbothered by your shaking, trembling body beneath him.
“Bucky, I’m not on the pill,” you say, finally, gasping for breath as Bucky collapses on top of you, his lips peppering soft kisses against you. “Steve and I - we’re trying for a baby. I’m not on the pill.”
Bucky’s eyelids flutter shut slightly, and you try to ignore the rise of panic in your chest. “It’s fine. Doll, it’s fine, stop panicking, please.”
“Okay. Okay, Bucky.”
Trying for a baby. You and Steve are trying for a baby. At least, you spoke about it. Discussed it.
“We need to stop doing this,” you breathe, body melting into the mattress as Bucky pulls you closer to him, and you close your eyes, trying to ignore the burn of your throat as your eyes prick with tears. “I’m married.”
“I know.”
You shake your head. “I’m serious, Bucky. I’m - I’m married to your best friend.”
“I know.” Bucky blows out a breath, trying to ignore the sparks which shoot up his skin as your head nuzzles against his chest and you breathe his scent in, deeply. “We need to stop doing this.”
“We did stop. We stopped when Steve got back last time.” You toy with the fingers on his titanium arm, trying to calm down your racing heart. “Why do we keep doing this?”
Bucky hums, watching you anxiously fiddle with his fingers, trying to even out his breathing. “Because he isn’t enough for you,” he says softly, nuzzling you closer to his chest. “If Steve was just Steve, you’d have it all. He'd be enough. But he isn’t just Steve, he’s Captain America as well, doll, and that title will always come first. You know that.”
Steve Rogers is a good husband. A loyal husband, who goes back to his hotel room every evening and calls you and makes sure you’re okay. A loving husband, who sends you flowers randomly when he’s been away from home for far too long. A husband who lets you spend his money whenever and wherever you want to. Steve Rogers is a really, really good husband.
You’re just not exactly a good wife.
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marvelouslizzie · 1 year
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unconventional methods - chapter 1
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Summary: Bucky Barnes has a big problem: he is too anxious to date and too old school to enjoy porn. But he needs some kind of relief, and he needs it right now.
After getting an accidental boner during a mission, Natasha suggests him an application that seems to be exactly what he needs.
Will your content solve the problem for him? Or will it create new problems?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (SHIELD Agent Bucky Barnes x Adult Content Creator Reader)
Word Count: 5.7K
Warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, sex deprivation, adult content creation, sexy lingerie, sexy photos and videos, male masturbation, self-doubt, overthinking, flirting, sexting, sending explicit content to each other, pet names, mutual masturbation, jealousy, feeling possessive (nothing toxic), hiding the real identity, no mention of y/n.
A/N: This was such a random idea but as I started to think about it, more details came to me. After a point, it became impossible not to write.
In this story, Bunny is the reader but we view most of the story from Bucky’s side so there’s no use of you during the story. We don’t know what the reader is up to, how she feels about stuff. Only as much as Bucky knows or sees. That’s why the reader is mentioned as she mostly.
>> indicates incoming messages and << indicates outgoing messages in this story.
This story is not exactly how it seems but I don’t want to spoil it by revealing things too soon. Just stick around, if you wanna know how things will turn out to be.
Again, a big thank you to @notafunkiller for helping me every step of the way. She helped me the moment I felt stuck or something felt off, beta read the whole story and turned this into a readable piece. Thanking her won’t be enough. I would literally add her as a co-writer if that was possible on Tumblr.
All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.
Every like, comment and reblog is highly appreciated. Don’t hesitate to message me or send me a question regarding the stories I write. I would love to talk about it and no, it would never bother me as long as it’s not a hate comment. They are never welcome.
Read more tag starts after the first paragraph of the story.
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Bucky wasn’t sure if he should do this. He looked at the paper Natasha handed him and then back at the screen again. The internet browser was open for a while, but he couldn’t decide what to do. It felt weird to be in this position. It didn’t feel right… but why was it wrong again? She was sharing her own content: whatever she was comfortable with. They were all there for people to see if they wanted to, right? He took a deep breath, started to type the link Natasha wrote down for him, and pushed enter quickly before he changed his mind.
The page loaded quickly, but all he could see was her profile picture and the header. There was a huge subscribe button and under it, he could see how many posts she had, different subscription options, etc. He scrolled back up to look at her photos. They were not clickable, but her profile picture was her in blue lingerie and cute bunny ears, which made him smile for a second. Then he looked at the header. She was on all fours, staring directly into the camera. It was a different look. Not that “I’m trying to look sexy” look that usually turned him off when it came to porn. It felt genuine somehow. How genuine it could be under these circumstances…
He looked at her profile picture for a while, thinking what could go wrong? A lot of people were doing this, weren't they? Some people were making money, some were paying for it. It wasn't that different from buying a dirty magazine. No, actually this was better because she had all the creative control over her own content. She was the one putting it out there. If that was not consent, then what was? He quickly created an account for himself, using a new email account like Natasha suggested. He didn’t need anyone to find out about this.
The next part felt like falling into a rabbit hole because dear god… She looked gorgeous! She had some free content that didn’t show much. Different poses in different lingerie. The photos were serving their purpose, making you want to subscribe and see more… of her. So he kept looking for a while.
There was something about her that made her so much more attractive, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He clicked next, looking at her pic in front of the mirror, with her legs wide open, but not actually showing anything. The slight smile on her face was warm and inviting. He knew he had no other option than to subscribe and see all of her content. He needed to see more.
The process didn't take long. After unlocking the special content, he just stared at the screen. How can she be real? He palmed his face, feeling nervous like he was on a first date with this attractive woman. He knew he wasn't. She was way out of his league, but he still felt nervous and intrigued while checking out all the content. There were so many different options and he didn’t know where to start.
At first, he decided to go slow and just check a couple of nude photos. The pics were in order, showing her getting rid of one piece of clothing with each new shot. It started with her fully dressed, looking super sexy: short skirt, modest cleavage, looking all cute. First, the skirt was gone, then her top, and she was left standing in her pastel pink lingerie that covered her chest completely, but it was lacy and see-through. It was fitting her like it was custom-made. He couldn’t stop himself and kept swiping, finding different concepts. His cock was pressed against his pants, aching for attention as he was unable to look away.
After spending god knows how long on her profile, Bucky finally couldn’t take it anymore. This was the point of all this, wasn’t it? Creating the need at the right time to please himself, so he wouldn’t get random erections during the missions… He unzipped himself and finally freed his cock. Still, his hands didn’t go there directly. He kept looking at her profile, discovering other features: like videos she uploaded while getting off!
“Dear god…” He gulped after seeing the thumbnail. She had a dildo in her hand. There was no way he was not going to click on this. No way!
He watched her taking her sweet time, teasing herself and, of course, the viewers, then getting really wet and adding lube on top of it before she pushed the dildo inside. The moan she let out sent a powerful jolt through his whole body. It was so beautiful and felt so fucking authentic, nothing like those fake, unrealistic porn moans. They were always a huge turn-off. This, on the other hand, was too much to handle. His cock was dripping so much precum, begging him for some attention. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this turned on. Either it never happened or it was so long ago, it doesn’t matter anymore.
He finally reached for the lube, poured a generous amount into his flesh hand, and quickly grabbed his cock. 
“Fuck.” It felt so sensitive. Like he had been edged for the last hour. Maybe he had been… after all the content he went through.
His fingers were loose, moving up and down slowly while the most beautiful girl he ever laid eyes on was pleasing herself on the screen. He didn’t want this to end too soon. He wanted to take his sweet time and maybe imagine she was the one doing this to him. That was a nice image: her between his legs, looking up at him with those big eyes while she moved her hand up and down slowly, torturing him, not letting him come until she said so.
His breath shuttered at the thought, his fingers moving faster than before, like they have their own mind. His cock was grateful, but no, he didn’t want to come before the video was done. Somehow it felt like disappointing your date during your first sex.
Luckily, she started to shatter, moaning as she came on the dildo she was riding. And the noises she made immediately sent him over the edge. 
“F-f-fuck,” he slurred as he started to come. It felt good, really good. He lost himself in pleasure and kept stroking until he emptied himself. Until he felt that overstimulation creeping in. That was when he noticed he closed his eyes. When he opened them back up, the video was done and the black screen with a play again button welcomed him. 
Disappointment washed over him. She wasn't there with him. Even if he came before the video was done, she wouldn’t know. There was no one to disappoint. He was alone in his bedroom, jerking off to a computer screen, but in his defense, the girl was hot. Really hot.
He took a deep breath, letting himself enjoy the afterglow. That was the point of all this: enjoying small stuff like satisfaction without going through the tedious process of meeting new people. He reached for the wet wipes and cleaned himself quickly. As he clicked the exit button on the video, he saw another one. It must be old because she looked a bit younger, and her hair was a little lighter. Also, it looked like a short one so he clicked on it.
“Hey. Thank you so much for subscribing.” This was the first time he heard her voice. It was soft and calm. “I know this isn’t conventional, but I enjoy sharing content like this. Don’t judge me if you don’t wanna be judged, okay?” She winked and god, it was adorable. “I'll try to share new content every Wednesday. I hope to see you here. Feel free to message me if you like. Take care.”
If he hadn’t come thirty seconds ago, he would have gotten hard again after hearing her voice. He was glad even the super soldier serum had some limits. Before his body could recover from his intense orgasm, he closed the window and decided to go take a shower.
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The next week passed in a blur. There were missions, briefings, and someone’s birthday… He didn’t care whose. It was not someone from the main team, that was all he knew. He was eating his cake in the corner, minding his own business when Natasha sat next to him.
“Hey.” She tried to sound as casual as possible.
“Hey.”
“You look better.”
Bucky looked at her confused.
“Does that supposed to be a compliment, Romanoff?”
“It’s a simple statement, Barnes. It looks like you took my advice and gave yourself a break.” Bucky averted his gaze from her. “No accidental erections during missions, congrats.”
“It was one time, Natasha. One time. When will you let it go?”
“Whenever you tell me about your… experience.”
“My experience?” He looked back at her, with the same confused expression all over again.
“I wanna know if you liked her or not. I don’t need details.”
“Why do you care so much about it? She’s just a random girl.” He lied to her. She wasn’t. At least not to him. He had been checking her account anytime he got a chance. This whole week, he had been masturbating more than he ever did before. Sometimes even the thought of her was turning him on so randomly, he was starting to get worried, but at the same time, he couldn’t stop himself from checking for updates.
She was sharing content very regularly. Sometimes they were new photoshoots, and sometimes just random cute photos in pajamas. He didn’t know which content he was looking forward to the most. All he knew was he loved how genuine it felt she was.
“I’m just noisy. So tell me…”
“Yes, Natasha, I like her. She’s cute and hot, exactly what I was looking for. What do you want, a thank you?”
Bucky really had no idea how Natasha managed to hit the bull's eye when she suggested this girl to him. She was absolutely his type, so he could say thank you for this, but nothing more.
“I wouldn’t mind.”
“Thank you.” It was Natasha’s turn to feel confused because in all the time they spent together with Barnes, he never once thanked her. This was a first.
“Wow. You really like her.” She sounded proud of herself.
“Hey, Buck!” The moment Bucky heard Sam’s voice, he jumped off the couch. He didn’t want to spend another minute talking about his irrational crush with Natasha. It was pointless.
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As the time passed, Bucky felt like he was addicted to her content. He was checking his phone much more often than before, just to see if she shared something. He didn’t notice it until Sam pointed it out and asked if he got a girlfriend or something. He quickly denied that possibility, finding a lame excuse. He wasn’t sure if Sam bought it or not, but he definitely needed to check his phone less often. 
When he came back home, he felt so tired. The whole day was full of meetings and he let himself be consumed by the details just not to think about her. It was Wednesday, which meant new content,  yet he still tried to stay away from his phone. 
He literally consumed every content she ever shared. There was no photo or video on her profile he didn't see. There were some he masturbated to more than once. He just wanted to take a step back and if he could manage this, he would feel less of a creep. The problem was he was home and he had nothing to do.
He tried to distract himself with food at first, and it only worked for 15 minutes. Then he took a shower, which took even less. Watching television didn’t even last more than 5 minutes, so he decided to go to sleep, but his mind kept wandering to her. He wanted to know what she shared and how she looked. Finally, he gave in and opened her profile… to see nothing. Since yesterday she shared literally nothing. That was so unlike her. She shared something every day and she never missed Wednesdays. He didn’t care about the lack of new content. It worried him that he doesn’t know if she was alright. Why wouldn’t she be? Maybe she was busy. He tried to calm himself down but falling asleep was impossible.
Then he made a promise to himself: if she won't share anything by noon the next day, he would message her. That thought calmed him down a little.
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The next day, Bucky forgot that he was trying to avoid checking his phone in public. His body was at work, but his mind was stuck on… her. He kept looking at her profile to see something, anything to assure himself you’re alright, but there was literally nothing. Complete silence. When it was finally noon, he had no patience left. Normally, he wouldn’t even consider sending a message, but he was just worried. And it didn’t occur to him that it was not his place to be concerned about this woman. 
He opened her profile and clicked on the direct messages feature. His mind was completely blank. He had no idea what to say, looking at the screen for a couple of seconds as he trying to collect his thoughts.
“Hey.” That’s all he could come up with. How to say you are worried about someone who has no idea you even exist? It was ridiculous, but there was no way he could just wait and do nothing. “I’m sorry for bothering you. I hope you are alright. You have been absent lately. It could be something totally personal, I know that, but you never miss Wednesdays. So I wanted to check in to see if you are fine. I really hope you are.”
He took a deep breath after he pressed send. It was a long shot for sure. He didn’t really expect an answer. Maybe a seen. And that would be more than enough.
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An unfamiliar chime got Bucky’s attention. It surely came from his phone, but he never heard that sound before. When he took his phone out and saw the notification, his heart skipped a beat, just for a second. It was a message from her. The nervous feeling spread through his body like poison, sweat pooling on his forehead before he even clicked on it.
>> Hey, handsome. Thank you for checking in. I have been a bit busy and sick at the same time. Not the best combo. Sorry for missing the content day. I will make it up next Wednesday.
Bucky looked at the message, a bit confused. He wasn’t interested when the new content was gonna drop. He just wanted to know if she was okay. Being busy and sick at the same time didn’t look so. Content should have been the last thing she should be worried about.
<< I’m not worried about the content, darling. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.
He definitely didn’t expect her to respond this quickly, it didn’t even take a minute.
>> Really? I thought you’d miss me.
She was talking like she knew him personally. Like they have chatted before. It was weird and comforting at the same time.
<< I did miss seeing your cute little face, I’m not gonna lie, but I didn’t message you for that. Content can wait until you feel better.
>> My cute little face is a little bit unpresentable and I appreciate your concern. It’s refreshing to see someone actually cares how I am feeling instead of why I did not share anything lately.
<< I’m sure your cute little face is still the cutest thing on the face of the earth. I wouldn’t worry about being presentable.
>> Get ready for a jumpscare. 
He had no idea what that meant, but the text was followed by a selfie: her, in bed, looking rather exhausted, with a messy bun, cute pajamas, and a cup of tea in her hand. Bucky quickly googled what jumpscare means and came back to the messaging screen.
<< You clearly don’t know what jumpscare means. It would be me, in a dark hallway or an alley. That’s real jumpscare. This is a cute lady who needs a bit of time to recover.
>> First darling, now cute lady. Are you sure you aren’t 60 years old?
<< Why, do you have an age limit?
>> For my content? No. << And for other stuff?
>> The answer is still no, but are you?
<< 60? No. I’m 107.
>> How do you know how to use the app at 107? 
That question made Bucky laugh a little, but he chose to be honest.
<< If I don’t know something I just google it.
>> Shouldn't you be semi-dead at 107?
<< I should be fully dead yet I’m still here.
>> Your profile says 33. Why are you lying handsome?
<< Believe me, my body and soul are older than 33.
>> I kinda believe that because you are talking differently.
<< Is it why you are answering my messages?
>> That and I feel a bit lonely. Your message sounded cute. I usually end the conversation before it gets too far.
<< What’s too far for you?
>> When they start demanding private pictures or try to sext.
Bucky had to google once again what sext means, just to be sure, and it was exactly what he thought it would be.
<< But you sent them to me.
>> Just one picture. A sick selfie and you didn’t ask for it. I thought it would turn you off really badly and you would say take care and end the convo.
<< I still think you look cute.
>> I am starting to believe you might be cute as well.
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Bucky had no idea how things got this far with her. After that message, they were literally sending texting each other daily. Just checking in, asking random stuff, or getting to know each other. It was not the same every day. Sometimes it was just a couple of messages and dead silence. Sometimes they communicated all day, non-stop, but Bucky didn’t mind. He didn’t mind not talking to her every day. Knowing that she was okay gave him a bit of peace. Just a good morning or a good night message was enough to ease his anxiety. 
>> Good morning, handsome.
That was the text he woke up to, that made him smile almost all day. Every time he remembered her calling him handsome or taking time to send a message to him, it made him happy. It made him feel different than others. He knew that was not the case. Maybe she kept talking to him because he didn’t make her uncomfortable. Maybe she talked to others too. He had no idea, but whenever he thought about her messaging someone else, he felt a faint pain in his stomach. He knew this feeling was irrational, so he avoidedto think about it as much as possible.
<< Good morning, bunny.
<< Is your favorite color pink? He randomly asked as he had been doing all week. The question came to him because he noticed she wore that color a lot.
>> No, it’s light blue. Why?
<< You wear pink a lot, that’s why I asked.
>> That’s what they like. Most men still think blue is a manly color.
<< You look divine in blue. It’s their loss really.
Her answer was a picture of her in blue lingerie. It surprised him because that photo was not on her profile. He remembered seeing this set, but not this exact photo. He kept looking at the pic for much longer than he should have. Another message woke him up from his trance.
<< I take that as you like it.
>> This photo is not on your profile.
<< No, it’s not.
>> But you feel fine sending it to me.
<< You said I look divine in blue. 
>> You do. I’m just surprised you sent me a photo you didn’t share before. I’m glad you feel comfortable.
<< I’m pretty comfortable talking to you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t talk to someone whose name I don’t know.
>> I don’t know your name either, bunny.
<< You are a smart man. Most assume this is my real name.
>> Using your real name would be an unnecessary risk.
<< Is that why you don’t call me Viv?
>> Maybe. I wasn’t doing it on purpose. Why are you calling me handsome?
<< I don’t know, I never really thought about it.
>> Yeah, exactly. You don’t know what I look like but you are calling me handsome.
<< I would love to see what you look like, but I don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable.
>> I’m sure what you are imagining is much better than the reality, bunny.
<< Why do you call me bunny?
>> Because of your profile photo. The bunny ears. You look really cute.
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Bucky was in the middle of debriefing. After a really long mission, he was finally back in New York. He wondered if Bunny messaged him. That was what he’d been calling her in his mind for a while and suddenly, he realized it might be too weird. Was he getting too creepy? Too comfortable? They didn’t even know each other properly. The last time they talked, she asked him why he didn’t use Viv. Maybe that was a signal for him to go for the fake name instead of his nickname.
“Barnes.” Fury’s voice brought him back to reality.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
“I asked if you want to add anything else.” His voice was firm.
“No, no. Romanoff covered it well.”
“Good. Rest for a couple of days. We will be going back to finish what we started.”
When Bucky finally reached out for his phone, Natasha was smiling in the corner.
“Does he have a secret girlfriend?” Sam asked.
“Maybe. I have no idea.” She lied.
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>> Good morning, old man.
>> Busy day?
>> I got a funny story to tell you, but you aren’t around.
>> Please tell me I didn’t offend you with the nickname.
>> I am messaging you a lot, aren’t I? I should leave you alone.
>> I’m sorry…
Bucky’s heart was racing as he read the messages. He should’ve warned her about not being online for a while. Instead, she thought she did something wrong. He looked at the message screen, trying tocome up with a good response to assure her that he wasn’t offended. He was an old man after all. What was there to get offended?
<< Hey. I’m sorry. I was away for work. There was no signal. I did not see your messages before. 
<< Just know that you never bother me. You can message me as much as you want. Whenever you want and I will answer when I can.
<< And you know I should be the one to worry if I’m bothering you or creeping you out. Not you.
<< If you still wanna tell me that funny story, I’m here to listen, Viv.
Bucky wasn’t sure if she would reply. After all, she didn’t get a message from him for a while. Maybe he’d already lost his chance… But then his phone chimed.
>> Viv? Where did Bunny go?
>> 🐰
<< You want me to call you Bunny?
>> I got used to it.
<< Okay, Bunny. If that’s what you want.
This made him feel better. Maybe he was just overthinking. She didn’t seem to mind half of the things he was thinking about.
<< Should I get used to being called old man?
>> Does it bother you?
<< It doesn’t. I am an old man.
>> You are 33 if you didn’t lie while creating your profile.
<< Biologically, yes.
>> But you feel older, so you don’t mind.
>> I’m glad you are back.
<< I’m sorry that I didn’t warn you about work.
>> It’s okay. You don’t owe me anything.
That last message broke his heart. He knew she was right. He didn’t owe her anything, but that wasn’t the reason why he was explaining himself. He was doing it because he wanted to, and a small part of him wanted to owe her an explanation. He also wanted her to owe him an explanation. Yet he knew that wasn’t the case.
<< Is that how you feel?
>> Isn’t that how I should feel? I don’t know who you are. I don’t even know what you look like. I just know I like talking to you. If that’s the only thing you are willing to do, then it’s fine by me. I mean you could be married or engaged and I wouldn’t know. So it’s fine, you don’t have to explain yourself.
Bucky looked at the message for a while, digesting what she was saying. She was right. She had no information about who he was while he had access to her all of her content and now private messages. She was completely exposed, and he didn’t even share his name with her. Why would she trust him? Why would she owe him any explanation at all?
<< It’s James.
>> Nice to meet you, James 🐰
>> You have such a beautiful name. 
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After he shared his name with her, something changed between them. Something subtle, but it meant a lot to Bucky. It felt like she was more open, and more curious now. 
>> What are you wearing?
Bunny’s question caught him off guard. He looked at himself in panic. He was sitting on the floor, only with his boxers on, so there was no way he could tell her the truth.
<< Pajamas, you?
>> What kind of pajamas? I’m guessing old man pajamas but…I never saw an old man in old-school pajamas. Maybe you can show me.
Shit, shit, shit.
Lying to her was a huge mistake. He had no pajamas to put on. He only had a couple of pants, and henleys, and maybe three jackets. Natasha always made fun of him for wearing the same stuff over and over again. She was trying to hit a nerve so he would go buy something new, but it didn’t work, of course. Now, he wished it did.
He started to panic a little, looking around to find a solution. I could cover my body, a voice in his head said. And that’s what he did. He laid down, covered himself with his blanket, and took the picture. His face wasn’t in the frame, just the tip of his chin. Since he shaved this morning, his dimple was showing. He used his vibranium hand to take the selfie, and in this way, it looked like a normal photo.
It was too late when he noticed the fact that he laying on the floor, not in bed was visible. He cursed to himself while waiting for her answer. There was no way she wasn’t going to comment about the absence of the bed. No way.
>>  I am not seeing any pajamas or your body, old man. It is that bad?
Bucky took a breath of relief. Maybe she did not even notice. After all, she wanted to see him. Maybe she didn’t even pay attention to his surroundings.
Or maybe she just didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. That thought changed his mind. He literally saw every part of her body. Sending a picture back in his boxers shouldn’t be a big deal, right? He stood up and extended his vibranium arm. The new selfie was quite similar except this time he was showing a lot of skin. Starting from the tip of his chin, he showed his upper body only. He looked at the photo before sending it: upper body and black boxers. No bare legs and no face.
>> I see no pajamas. And this body doesn't belong to an old man at all. Are you lying to me, James?🤨
He might have made a mistake by sending this picture. There was no way he could prove to her this is actually him. Especially after all that old man talk. While he was thinking about what he’s gonna do next, he got another message.
>> Cat got your tongue?
<< A bunny did actually.
>> You look good, James. Really good, but you don’t seem excited.
Her response confused him. 
<< Excited?
>> Maybe you need a photo to get excited.
Before he could ask what that means, she sent him a pic of her. Definitely not professionally taken. It’s her in front of the mirror, wearing only shorts and covering her naked breasts with one of her hands while taking the picture with the other. 
>> Hope this helps.
>> But if you wanna see more, you gotta share more.
<< You're very beautiful, bunny, but I hope you know this was not my intention. I was waiting for you to tell me that funny story.
Her response was another photo: a close up on her covered breasts. She looked like she was about to drop her hand and reveal it like he did not see them before.
>> I know.
>> So does this mean you're not excited? I was trying something here…
>> I can tell you the story if that’s what you’d rather do.
“Fuck…” Bucky cursed out loud. He was really good at this before. Flirting and finding the best possible response were easy back in the 40s, but it didn’t feel like that anymore. He was constantly worried about doing something wrong or creeping her out. He wanted to hear the story, but he really wanted to see her breasts too.
<< What do I have to do to see more?
>> I’ve just told you. Share more to get more.
Oh, so she wanted more photos of him, and he literally had no idea how to take flattering pictures.
>> Maybe start by showing me if the photos worked or not.
He looked down at himself and saw his rock-hard cock. How is he supposed to show her? Maybe I should mimic her photos. He touched the outline of his dick, making it a little more visible before taking a picture.
<< Is it clear enough?
>> Oh, you got really excited, didn’t you Jamie?
>> Not an old man after all.
He loudly groaned when he saw what she called him. Jamie. God! He felt a jolt of arousal the moment he read the nickname. He was sure he got even a little harder if that’s possible. 
Before he could find an answer, Bunny sent him another photo. This time her palm was stretched on her breasts, fingers not hiding much anymore, but still, her tits weren’t completely visible. Yet he could see how erect her nipple was. He already had a lot of dirty thoughts: like taking her nipple into his mouth and torturing her before giving in. He just didn’t know if he should voice them or not.
<< Oh, that nipple…
>> What about it?
<< You wanna hear what I am thinking about?
>> Well, since I’m trying to tempt you here… What do you think?
<< Fuck, Bunny. You have no idea what you are doing to me.
>> I am dying to hear it though.
Instead of telling her, Bucky decided to show her. He tried to position himself in front of the camera and take a good photo of his erection. He tried a couple of different angles, but it was a dick after all. Nothing he tried seemed to make it seem more appealing in his view. When he finally sent the picture, he added a small text.
<< How about I show you instead?
>> Oh my god!
>> You were hiding that from me all this time?
>> Damn, I feel robbed.
<< Does this mean you like it, doll?
>> Oh, that’s new.
>> And I like it.
>> Maybe even better than Bunny.
>> And yes, I am actually drooling right now even with that horrible angle. 
<< Horrible angle? How should I do this then? I never...
>> Do you want me to teach you, old man? Because I can.
<< I’m always open to learning new stuff. That’s the only thing you can always rely on.
>> Ohh, I love that. Open-minded, doesn’t mind taking criticism, no fragile masculinity. All very hot. 
>> Try taking a picture in front of the mirror maybe. Don’t take the picture from above or too down. Try to use eye level if you aren’t particularly doing something. That works better.
Using a mirror wasn’t a good idea for him. He could imagine the photos looking better like that, but there was no way he could hide his metal arm.
So instead of positionin his camera above, he tried to level it down, showing his full length and thickness. A photo didn’t seem to work so he decided to record a short video of him playing with himself: his flesh hand going up and down slowly on his full length. He couldn’t help but let a low moan when his hand brushed against the head. Fuck, imagining her seeing this… The idea turned him on even more. He got so excited that he forgot to check the video before sending it.
>> Fuck, James.
>> Fuck fuck fuck.
>> Your voice is so fucking hot.
>> And you are so aroused. Is it all for me?
<< It’s all for you, doll.
<< This is what you do to me. All the time. 
<< God, I wish you were here.
Bunny or Doll, he had no idea which one suits her better, sent a video as the response: her fingers, two of them, going in and out inside her. She was going pretty fast, indicating she had been doing this for a while, and there was a faint moaning in the background, which Bucky couldn’t get enough of. He watched the video twice before answering.
>> You are gonna be the death of me.
>> Are those fingers enough? Do you want a third one or maybe you would rather have a big dildo inside?
<< I would rather have you inside me.
After this point, everything felt like a blur. Things got out of hand, they kept exchanging photos and videos until they both got pretty powerful orgasms. Yet James found himself wanting more. So much more than she probably wanted to offer.
>>> Next Chapter
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chxrrybcmbs · 4 months
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Pas de Deux
Summary: You and Bucky find solace in each others shared experiences. (Bucky x Female Reader) Warnings: 18+ smut and mentions of brainwashing Note: I do not give permission for my work to copied or translated anywhere but this blog. Word Count: 1.9k
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Bucky stalked alone back to his quarters of the compound. Stark had thrown another party and he’d sat through it begrudgingly. Tucked away in the corner with a drink clutched in his hand like a security blanket. Steve had thought it would be good for him to be around others but it only made him feel more alone. He wasn’t like everyone else, especially not Steve. He wasn’t adjusting as well to the transition as Steve had. He was still fighting Hyrdra’s manipulation and trying to keep his head above water. Something Steve or the others would never understand. Bucky didn’t fault them for that. They we’re trying their best but their best wasn’t working for him. 
With his hands tucked firmly in his pockets, he entered the common area and was intending to keep on his path across the way to his room when he heard faint music. The lights were out and he didn’t see anyone around but the unmistakable sound of Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake wafted through the room like a ghostly waltz. He moved further into the common area thinking the music was coming from someone leaving a radio on but there was no one around. Then he realized, it wasn’t coming from the common area but the room above it. When he entered the stairwell the music was clearer and as he ascended the stairs it became louder. 
The floor above the common area was just an empty room, it was used for various reasons. Meditations, yoga sessions or just a place to be away from everyone in total quiet. As Bucky entered the room, the lights were dim but there you were dancing across the floor. In the pointe shoes that had been your only request from Tony when you agreed to stay at the compound. He had thought it an odd request but it was important to you. You were so lost in the music at first, you hadn’t noticed Bucky watching you with awe. With a heaving chest you turned the music down, 
“Hello, Barnes.” You said without turning to see him collect himself after being caught. 
“I didn’t mean to disturb you.” He apologized. You reached for the little towel on the stool where the speaker was and wiped the sweat from your face and neck. 
“You didn’t.” You turned around to look at him. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his jacket and he averted his gaze in embarrassment. 
“Shouldn’t you be down at the party with everyone?” You asked, tossing the towel back onto the stool. He looked up at you briefly before looking back to his shoes, 
“Yeah, I was for a bit. Not really my thing.” 
“Is your thing sneaking into rooms and watching women dance?” You smirked and his face flushed a little. 
“I heard the music and-I’’m sorry, I’ll leave you alone.” He turned and opened the door to leave, 
“Wait, I didn’t mean for you to go.” He stopped and looked back at you. 
“You like Tchaikovsky?” You asked, he took his hand off the door and stepped back into the room. 
“I don’t know, I haven’t really spent a lot of time listening to music.” He replied. 
“Oh.” You nodded. 
“But you-you like to dance?” He stuttered and you smiled.
“I don’t know why but it keeps me sane. Even though I was never a ballerina, something about it makes me feel at ease.” You answered, he furrowed his brows. 
“Never a ballerina? Could’ve fooled me.” He joked. 
“Yeah, when Hydra plants false memories of being a ballerina into you for years, you cling on to the only good memories, y’know?” 
Bucky’s face fell, 
“Hydra? You mean?” You could see the confusion written on his face mixed with the pain. You knew Hydra had had their way with him too. You nodded. 
“You didn’t know?” He shook his head, Steve had kept this from him. They all did, When you had been recruited, he was told you were just an ex spy that defected and S.H.E.I.L.D took you in. A moment of silence passed, 
“How do you cope with it?” You started, “All the memories, real and fake.” 
He took his hands from his pockets, he looked down at his left hand that had a black leather glove on. 
“I don’t know.” He muttered. Slowly, you walked towards him. Closing the space between you, you reached for his left hand and he pulled it back. You looked up into his blue eyes, swirling with unspeakable pain. 
“I’m not afraid of you.” You reached for his hand again and he let you. You took off the leather glove revealing the silver metal. You traced your fingers across his palm, enjoying the chill of it. Bucky was tense and he wasn’t quite sure what was going on but he didn’t feel like running. For the first time there was someone else who knew what it was like. To have been manipulated and controlled. 
“Come.” You took his hand and guided him to stand in the center of the room. 
“Take off your coat.” You ordered, and he nervously obliged. You stepped over to the speaker and turned the music on once again. 
“I-I don’t know how to dance. I can’t-“ He made a gesture to himself as he tossed his coat aside. 
“You don’t need to dance. Just-“ You gripped his hands and guided them to your waist. “Lift me when I say to.” He looked into your eyes, as if looking for reassurance which you gave with a subtle nod. Slowly you propped yourself up on your toes and began to spin, his hands anchoring you at the waist. You stretched your arms up to the ceiling, moving your fingers to daintily. With your back facing him and your arms still in the air, 
“Now.” You whispered and you felt the squeeze of his hands against your body. He lifted you up his and you kicked your legs out. He set you down and you commanded, 
“Again.” Up you went, moving your legs and arms into an elegant pose. 
“One more time, this time set me down slow.” Into the air once again, you threw your arms up over your head and spread out your legs, you turned your head to face him. Your noses barely inches from each other. Gently, Bucky began lowering you. Your bodies pressed against each other, you could feel his heart beating against your back. When your feet touched the ground you turned to look up at him, placing both hands on his chest. His hands still lingering on your waist. He wasn’t even aware of himself anymore, it was like something else took over. The man in him that desperately needed human contact, affection, intimacy. All things he had been deprived of for decades. 
It was similar for you, being a covert spy with mixed up concepts of self didn’t aid in the dating pool. Here it was, two people so desperate for affection, so terrified of putting their faith in others. 
“How long has it been?” The question was bold but you knew your next move would be even bolder. 
“Since what?” He asked, his voice was breathless at the proximity of you. His forhead just barely grazing yours as he looked down at you, dark strands of his hair forming a shield to the outside world. You snaked your hand up from his chest around to settle on the back of his neck, he twitched at the touch. 
“Since you kissed a woman?” You pressed your lips to his before letting him answer. His breath caught in his throat and you felt his lips tremble ever so slightly against your own. You pulled away but not too far, still close enough to ghost your lips across his own. 
“Since 1943.” He whispered before initiating another kiss. He kissed you with confidence and his hands roamed your body freely. His flesh hand came up to cup your head while his metal one pulled you flush against him.You deepened the kiss, your tongue colliding with his. For someone who hadn’t kissed in 70 years he was doing very well. You could feel the heat starting to emanate from between your legs and the sign of his obvious arousal pressed against your front. Breaking the kiss, you brought your hand down to caress his cheek and he softly brushed a strand of hair from your face. 
“If we do this there won’t be any turning back.” You said, he smiled and let out a small chuckle. 
“Maybe I shouldn’t have followed that music.” 
“I’m glad you did.” 
“I don’t want to be alone anymore.” He confessed, and you felt your heart break. You felt the same. 
“Then lets be alone together.” You guided his lips to yours again, simultaneously pulling down the sweats you were wearing. He started fumbling with the clasp of his pants which you made quick work of, he kicked them off and they slid somewhere across the floor. His metal hand was ice to your skin as he helped you pull down your panties. For a moment you stood there, naked and taking in each others appearance. His chiseled abs, the uneven skin around the flesh that connected to his metal arm. And when you came back together, your back crashing against the wall, his arms hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his torso. It felt like the stars aligned, like the universe was created in that very room with the two of you at its center. 
Your hands raked through his hair, grabbing and tugging at it. He held you as you positioned yourself to take in his length. A wordless glance before he thrusted in, audible gasps left both your mouths at the shock of it. You reveled in it, breathing heavily against each other before he started. A slow, smooth rhythm but each beat felt like heaven. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, the soft moans of his adding to your own pleasure. You let your head fall back against the wall, your hands dragging down his back. Feeling the muscles move as he continued his pace. He lifted his head up to look at you and you kissed his swollen lips fiercely, drinking in every moan and sigh like it was sweet honey spilling into your mouth. 
You felt him start to tense and twitch and his breathing became more ragged, as did your own. With foreheads pressed together, you each met your ends with breathless moans. Gently, he set you back down onto your feet and you noticed you were still in your pointe shoes. You couldn’t help but laugh and he along with you. Bodies glistening with sweat and the room steaming from the encounter, you gathered up the clothes scattered on the floor. 
“I’m not sure that is what Stark intended for this room.” You joked and Bucky smirked, as he fastened the clasp of his pants. He looked over at you and you met his gaze, both of you thinking the same. Grateful for the intimacy, the unspoken understanding now between you. 
“What Stark doesn’t know won’t kill him.” Bucky commented, you finally took off your pointe shoes and held them by the ribbon, letting them swing beside you as you walked closer to Bucky. 
“I could always use a dance partner, Barnes.” You said, and he smiled shyly. Neither of you were quite sure what this was or what it would become but maybe it could help you both on your path to heal from your pasts. No one else here or anywhere could ever understand what it was like. 
“Anytime, doll.” 
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grippingbeskar · 2 years
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win you over | bucky barnes
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bucky x fem!reader
warnings: adult content minors dni (mxf intercourse, dirty talk, bathroom sex??) swearing, mentions of death, guns, slight mention of ptsd
a/n: special shout-out to @everybirdfellsilent // @kyberblade bc as always u hype me up and now i’m posting this. HOPE U ALL LIKE IT!!
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“Bucky? You nearly ready?” He hears your voice outside his door, and nearly trips over with how fast he moves to let you in. When he swings it open, your eyes take their time, travelling his suited figure up and down. “Damn. You clean up nice.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” He manages, seeing the thin material shaping every curve of your body. “Good thing I can throw a punch. Might be beating off more than Hydra agents with you in that dress.”
You roll your eyes and waltz into the room, but Bucky doesn’t miss the slight smile that creeps on your face as you walk past. It’s always been like this between you and him, constantly walking the line between flirting and taking the piss out of each other. It’s one of the only things in his life he can count on these days. You’d always be there.
“Wanna match?” You pull out a bright red tie and hold it up to his chest, the same colour as the dress you were wearing. He nods, unable to tear his eyes away from the way your body looks under the fabric. Seriously— it was hardly classified as a dress. All it would take him was a well placed tug and the thing would tear right off.
Shit. He really shouldn’t have thought about that. He shouldn’t think of the way he would pull it off you, either. How maybe he’d rip it off in one go, or maybe he’d take his time, unwrap you like a gift, inch by inch revealing the prize he feels like he’s worked his whole life for.
“Buck. Focus. Steve’s out the front waiting.” Your arms come up and wrap around his neck, beginning to tie his tie.
“Where’d you get this?” His hands fall on your hips, steadying himself, and he swears you arch into the touch. He keeps his hands where they are; as much as you two flirt, neither of you had gone further than a few compliments and longing glances.
“Just something I threw on.” He scoffs, the material under his real hand feeling expensive. Like silk. “Natasha’s old wardrobe. Steve didn’t really give me much time to shop. What about you? You just pull this from the ‘suits that make me look like a God’ rack?”
“Just something I threw on.” He tucks his head down, watching as your swift fingers finish off the knot and pull it up, fingertips brushing the skin of his neck.
“You know, I was sort of wishing we could just go in and shoot the place up instead of dressing all fancy and going through the inside, but then I wouldn’t of gotten this view.” You take a step back, not far enough that he has to drop his hold on your hips, but just so your eyes could roam up and down again.
“Not sure you could hide a gun in that dress.” Instead of answering, your hand covers his real one, sliding down over your hip, stopping just at the top of your thigh. He feels nothing but the curve of your waist, silky material and skin almost having him closing his eyes at the pure pleasure of it. Then his index finger bumps the strap of the garter wrapped around your thigh, holding a small revolver.
He sees you smirk as you bring his hand back up to your hip, and it’s then he realises what your really trying to show him. His grip gets tighter because there’s something very apparent he should be able to feel. He should, but he can’t, and the very idea that he can’t makes everything inside him jolt forward. Were you— no, you weren’t wearing any underwear.
“Some things go with the outfit. Some don’t.” You see the realisation in his face, how his eyes go wide and he tries to cover his choke with a cough. Smiling, you spin around, looking at him through the mirror. “We look good together. What was it Steve said we were playing? Husband and wife? I think we pull it off pretty convincingly.”
“You look gorgeous.” Bucky whispers in your ear, unable to focus on the usual back and fourth you were so used to with him. Your back was pressing against his chest, hands stilled around your waist and you were right. He thinks you look damn good together. At this angle, his metal arm is covered by your figure, and he thinks he almost looks normal— a couple in love. Especially with the way you're staring at each other.
“You’re gonna make me blush, Barnes. Save it for the real thing.” He blows out a laugh, feeling you shiver as he exhaled onto your exposed neck. He’s so close, he can smell your perfume. Always the same one, smelling just this side of sweet and it practically makes his mouth water. God— he wants to see you blush. Wants to make you lose that bravado and composure and have you fall apart. He knows all this joking around is a front, he just can’t figure out what it’s hiding.
  “Are you guys nearly ready?” Steve bangs on the door obnoxiously loud, knowing the way the two of you are. You’ve never been physical, not even so much as a kiss, a fact Bucky is painfully reminded of right now as you look up at him and tilt your head.
He thinks for a second he should go for it. This back and forth thing is driving him almost insane, and the only reason he hasn’t acted on it yet is because he doesn’t want to lose this— whatever it was. You were always around, always seeking him out and talking to him, he couldn’t go back to how it was before. Hanging around these Avengers, he knew he wasn’t built for this like Steve, or even Tony. You were like him in that aspect, never trained to do good, only to hurt. It’s what connected the two of you, and as soon as you arrived at the tower, you’d been inseparable. He can’t lose that, even if you made his brain go to shit and his cock—
“Guys!” Steve bangs harder on the door, frustrated. Bucky was going to kill the little punk, because before he can make a decision, your pulling him to the door and its swinging open, and his opportunity flies out with the handle.
“Mr and Mrs. Barnes. Reporting for duty.” You fake salute and walk past Steve. Fuck— that shouldn’t do something for him. You’ve never even kissed; he shouldn’t feel possessive over you like that, but hearing you call yourself his... well, maybe theres something to be said about his old school ways, because he was about ready to drop down on one knee as soon as he saw you in that dress.
  “You alright there, pal?” Steve teases, shoving him on the shoulder.
“Shut up. You just have the best timing, don’t you?” He shoves his best friend right back, and Steve swings an arm around his shoulder, forcing him to remember he actually has to move.
“Don’t act like you were actually going to make a move there. It’s been months. Poor girl probably thinks you’re not interested.” Bucky grumbles and shoves Steve off, ignoring the muffled laugh he hears behind him.
  There wasn’t a way in hell you didn’t know he was interested. Bar the fact you gave him a fucking semi just standing in front of him, he’s made it known just how much he wants you over and over again, but you’ve never said you wanted anything but to blow off some steam by teasing each other. One thing he doesn’t miss about the 40′s was how simple this shit used to be. You like a girl, you take her out, and before you know it your settled down with two kids.
Now he’s out of his league, out of game, really. All he’s sure of is he wants you, bad. Tonight, there wouldn’t be any room for confusion, because you’d have no choice but to stay close to him all night, and he’d have the chance to tell you exactly all the ways he would take that fucking dress off.
The car engine revs and he sees a sliver of your leg poke out as you climb in the back seat, and, as if it was a call to arms, Bucky half sprints to follow you in. Tonight he was going to prove Steve wrong, prove himself wrong. He could only hope to God you gave him the chance.
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“Alright, once you guys are ready, find the busiest points of the area. Put a cam at the bar, the bartender will know who you are and take it from you. Order a dirty martini, and he’ll give you a glass to put it in.”
“Have you ever had a dirty martini, Steve?” Natasha’s voice echos in your ear, and you have to bow your head to hide the grin. “Maybe you should come in here and order one for yourself. Lots of pretty girls at the bar.”
“Focus on the job, then find me a date, Natasha.” The way he says her name is full of their usual teasing, and you catch her eyes from across the room as she makes her way to the bar, smiling to you.
“I’m multi-tasking.” She offers, and Bucky’s arm tightens around your waist as a man walks past in front of you. You look up accusingly, smirking as he shrugs.
“Protecting my wife. Saving it for the real thing, remember?” He ducks his head so he can whisper it in your ear, eyes up scanning the crowd in front of you. He doesn’t even need to try and he makes you shiver. You wonder if he has any idea the effect he has on you, or if he knows full well and just enjoys seeing you squirm. “We should head over. Drop this at the bottom of the stairs.”
The small mic in his pocket will hopefully be able to pick up any passing conversations about Hydras next hit, giving you and the rest of the Avengers time to prepare and hopefully cut them off before they can do any real damage. Their numbers were dwindling fast thanks to you, but ever since finding out Bucky’s story, you were always sure to stick close to him during these events. The fact that him keeping his hands on you was one of your favorite things in the world was just a bonus.
“Make sure you blend in. If anyone looks too long, you might get recognised. Keep a low profile and don’t draw attention to yourselves.” You can almost see the way Steve would look at you in particular when he says that.
“What are you trying to say, Steven?” You gasp as best you can while being discreet, and the action earns you a laugh from Bucky, his face turned into your neck. The comms cut out again as Steve refuses to answer you, and Bucky takes your hand, leading you into the middle of the dance floor.
“Come on, doll. Let’s dance.” He says it a little louder than he needs to, but the way he grins and spins you around has your entire body heating up. He always manages to do it without seeming to try, and playing house with him tonight only gives him every reason to flirt with you.
Not that you would ever want him to stop. Having Bucky’s attention was about the best thing that has ever happened to you, even if you were pretty sure he only saw it as a way to lighten the mood.
You didn’t, though.
The longer you spent with him, the more you longed for something else, something more with him. You had made every possible hint as obvious as you could that you wanted him to make a move, even going so far as to tell Steve about your little crush, hoping he would slide a hint Bucky’s way. That was about a week ago, and all pouring your heart out had gotten you was a new mission, where Bucky was about to show you an entire night of feelings you would probably never get to feel.
Even with that insatiable longing in your heart, you couldn’t help but smile when he spun you around again, then pulled you against him, his hand landing on the small of your back. With his face inches from yours, his smile fades a little, and you wrap your arms around his neck, urging him to be closer still.
  “I meant it before.” He whispers under the music, moving you slowly to the beat of the song.
“Meant what?”
“That you look gorgeous.” His forehead is pressing into yours now, and your eyes have to close, because looking at him makes all of your bravado melt away.
  “Thank you, Buck.” He turns, your dress kicking up as you move. He moves swiftly, feet guiding you backwards across the dance floor, leading you in a dance you’ve never even done before, but somehow he manages to make you look good. “You’re surprisingly good at this.”
“Advantages to being a hundred years old. I picked up a few tricks.” He turns again, letting your bodies fall apart just slightly, before pulling them back together again, your chest pressing tight to his.
“Oh, so this is how you used to get the girls?”
“One of the ways.” Your eyes open to find him smirking down at you, and a hand slides down from his neck to lightly slap him on the chest.
“Mr. Barnes! I thought old guys were supposed to be gentlemen.” Spinning again, you almost whine when his hand slides off the small of your back, but he drops the mic on the table near the bottom of the winding staircase, the cool touch of his metal hand replaces the contact and you can’t help but arch into him.
“What’s more gentlemanly than making sure your lady is satisfied?” His voice is lower now, and instead of keeping your faces in front of each other he chooses to whisper in your ear.
  “I’m guessing you’re not talking about taking her to eat after a night of dancing?”
“Of course I am. Why? What did you think?” He pulls back to look at you, eyebrows raised. You laugh and he walks you backwards again, back through to the center of the dance floor. “Now what do we do?”
“Both of you, move to the bathroom. Target just walked in with a woman in a blue dress.” Steve's voice cracks through both your ears, and you tilt your head.
  “You want both of us to follow another couple into the bathroom?” Bucky smiles down at your amused expression as you reply to Steve’s order for him.
“Move. Now.” He’s clearly not finding it as funny as you and Bucky are, and even though you are both walking to follow his instructions, neither of you miss the opportunity to mess with him.
“I think you should focus on landing one girl, Steve. Leave the group activities to the pro-” The line drops out again before Bucky can finish the sentence, and both of you laugh, reaching the entrance to the bathroom. “How do you want to play this?”
“Well, we are husband and wife, right?” He nods, and you feel his metal hand wrap a little tighter around your waist. “I think we can figure something out.” When the words leave your mouth, you are almost surprised with how confident you are able to get them out. His eyes sharpen on you, lips parting slightly as he realizes what you mean.
“You are going to be the death of me.” He mumbles into the crook of your neck, face buried as he opens the door to the bathroom. Fast, so to not be spotted, he drags you into the next available stall, right next to the only other occupied one. It’s fairly obvious theres two people in there, the clacking of your heels only just audible over their conversation.
You know your ear piece is feeding straight back to Steve outside, so instead of focusing on the two Hydra agents discussing their plans between heated make out sessions, you focus on how Bucky has you pressed up against the bathroom stall. Theres not that much room, but he’s using none of it, hands on your waist pressing your hips into the wall while his own press into you. He’s taller than you, so he looms over head, hair brushing your forehead as he looks down your body. Your eyes are half lidded as they manage to catch his, and both of you are breathing heavily.
Its all happening in slow motion. The mission is forgotten, at least to you, because Bucky’s hands both start to drift higher and higher up your sides, languidly taking their time memorising your form and how it feels under him. The thin fabric of the dress hides nothing from him, and you think thats why he seems so wrapt with whatever it feels like, but everything he does has you biting your lip to stop a moan. You don’t want to blow your cover, but more than that you don’t want him to stop.
Months of flirting, of mixed meanings and stares, everything is too much. You just want him to do something, anything to stop the way every muscle is locked up while he just stares at you. His hands start to go back down to your hips, and you can’t take it anymore. A small sound comes from your mouth, and when it does, the conversation next to you stops.
“Shh!” One of them whispers to the other, and Bucky’s eyes go wide. Not with fear, but surprise at the fact you were the one to lose your cool first, not him. The door of the stall next to you creeps open, and before you can lean over, you see the lock on the stall you were in has not clicked over all the way.
The footsteps stop out the front of your stall, and Bucky was still staring at you. If they opened the door and looked at you, Bucky’s cover would be blown. From the small parts of their conversation you absorbed, they were high ranking, and you only had a small hand gun wrapped to your thigh, but the way Bucky was against you made it impossible to reach in such a small amount of time.
You really hoped he wouldn’t hate you for this.
“Bucky.” You say his name and he leans forward, just an inch. As the Hydra agents kick open the door to your stall, you grab his face in your hands and kiss him.
You know the door is open, and the agents are standing there, staring at you both make out. Your hands were covering his face as best you could, and his metal arm was obscured by your body, but all you could think about was the searing heat pouring into you as you drank in the taste of him. He was kissing you so hard that the back of your head was digging into the wall, but you were still pulling him closer, closer, closer...
“Oh, sorry. We didn’t know this was occupied.” The female Hydra agent drawls in an accent you can hardly place, and just as quick as it started it’s over. Bucky turns his head away from the agents, choosing to bury it into your neck and leave soft kisses on your collarbone as you attempt to keep your cover.
“It’s fine. Newly weds. You know how it is.” One hand tangles in Bucky’s hair as the other flashes the fake ring you put on, and the female nods, smiling a little before she turns and pulls the man out of the room. His gaze lingers a little longer, but with a final tug and a word in another language, he turns, heading toward the exit.
Bucky’s teeth graze along your skin, and your world rotates back to focus entirely on him. Hot breath kissing your skin as his mouth finds a sensitive spot, just between your neck and collarbone. You gasp and he pulls back slightly, only for you to push him back with the hand in his hair. He must be keeping up the ruse - you haven’t heard the bathroom door open yet. You feel the low sound he makes at the encouragement, and he buries himself further into your neck.
It’s just a part of the plan.
You try to focus, hearing the footsteps of the two Hydra agents milling around outside the stall. Buckys hands pull your hips into him, and one hand slips down your leg, grabbing at the skin just below your ass. It encourages your leg to lift slightly, and at the new position you wrap your leg around him. When he rolls his hips into you, you can’t stop the moan that rings out through the bathroom, and finally the door opens and shuts behind the targets, leaving you both alone.
The sound of the door slamming shut makes Bucky freeze between your legs. He’s still holding you tight, metal hand taking the weight off the leg around him, the other tucked between your back and the wall, curling around you. Your own were lost in his hair and around his neck, keeping him so close neither of you had space to breathe.
“That’s all we need. Everyone get to the back exit. I’m coming in - Natasha, I’m down the bottom of the stairs. Meet me there.” Steve’s voice rings in your ear, but you could only hear Bucky’s laboured breathing, and feel the way he was pulling you towards him in the tiny stall.
“A bit eager?” Natasha teases, and Bucky’s hand comes out from behind you, drifting slowly up your side. Warm fingers trail over the thin silk of your dress, your body leaning into it, subconsciously desperate for what you’ve never had, but now know you need. It was like an ache, a pain that only he could remedy, and you didn’t know how bad it was until he gave you a taste.
His hand comes up to the side of your face, thumb running along the high point of your cheekbone, and then hooking around your ear, removing the small comm. He drops it into the toilet bowl, before ripping his own out with none of the gentleness he showed you.
“Bucky.” You say, your lungs burning.
“Tell me to stop and we can leave.” Your mind is screaming no before you have a chance to speak, but you are already shaking your head in answer. “You have to say it. Need to hear you say you want me.”
“I want you. Need me to spell it out for you?” You lean forward to whisper it in his ear, and he rewards you with a roll of his hips, even with your attitude. He presses you back into the wall so you can feel nothing but him. He dips his head, brushing his nose under your jaw to encourage your head up, and you easily follow his instruction, giving him all the access in the world.
“You wanted this all along, didn’t you?” He’s almost mean about it, biting along the sensitive skin under your jaw, trailing it with his tongue. “Teasing me all night with this fucking dress.”
“Thought you—“ You suck in a gasp when he sucks harshly at your neck, only to smooth it over with soft kisses, trailing back up to your mouth. Your eyes are closed, unable to focus with the way he’s got you under his thumb. “Thought you liked my dress.”
“Doesn’t matter what you wear. You’re still a fucking tease. Making me trail around like a lost dog after you.” His thumb plays with your bottom lip, and you manage to look up at him through your lashes, earning a low sigh from him at the sight. He pushes slightly, opening your mouth, and you eagerly take it into your mouth. If he wanted a tease, you would give it to him. “Am I right? You just playing with me right now, doll?”
“Mm-mm.” You shake your head, mouth still full of him. He tastes salty and sweet at the same time. All too soon, he drags his thumb slowly out of your mouth, ruining your lipstick with the way he drags it down over your lip, stopping at your chin.
“No?”
“Always wanted you, Buck. Everyone knows but you.” The clouded lust in his eyes cracks just a little, and you see a genuine surprise flash on his face. “You really didn’t know? I made it pretty obvious.”
“You flirt with everyone.” He says, still keeping his hand on your chin, pulling you closer.
“Not like I do with you. I’ve tried everything but stripping down and begging you.” His eyes close after you finish your sentence, and for a second you think you’ve been too forward.
Maybe he’s just playing a game. It’s too much for him - the man has enough on his plate, the last thing he needs is to hitch himself to your mess. His eyes remained closed, and you held your place, sure that if you moved from this spot he would stop touching you, and you hadn’t gotten any of the things you dreamt about from him yet.
“I could work with that.” He uses his left hand to make sure the door was locked this time, and when his body returned to pressing you to the wall, his thumb slipped back in your mouth. 
It could have been by accident, but you took it anyway, wanting to show him just how much you wouldn’t tease him. How ready you were to take him. For all the comments, all the play fights, when it came down to this moment, there wasn’t a damn second to waste. 
“You are such a good girl when you get what you want.” You nod, leaning forward to take more of him into your mouth. Your eyes flutter closed, which is why a gasp of surprise leaves your mouth when he pulls his thumb away, only to be replaced by two of his fingers.
“That’s it.” He praises and you arch your back, feeling the cold digits of his metal arm trailing up your side. “When I first saw this dress, all I could think about was how I’d take it off you. I wanted to be fast, rip it off. It’s so thin, baby. Were you hoping that’s what I’d do? Rip it off in front of all those people? Show them just how bad you wanted me all this time?”
He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, trailing them lightly down your chin and between the valley of your breasts. The metal arm works swiftly to pull up the fabric, exposing your leg to more and more of the air. Without underpants, in a second you’d be completely exposed to him. You lose the sensation of his real hand as it drops to his side, but the loss is replaced when he kisses you deeply. Hard. Desperate.
His tongue searches for purchase in your mouth, tasting you in a way no one has before. Everything feels new and electric, hot and cold at the same time, swirling together in the pit of your stomach. You moan into his mouth and he swallows your sounds, the dress being pulled up mechanically, now bunched at your hips. He presses his forehead to yours as he pulls his mouth back.
“I bet you wanted me to fuck you here. Telling me you weren’t wearing any underwear before. Pretty little thing like you - any man could have seen.” You feel the wet digits of his hand slip along the top of your thigh, hovering just above your already wet pussy. “Bet you wanted someone to notice. You sure wanted me to notice.”
“Just you, Bucky. I promise —please.” You dragged his bottom lip between your teeth and tugged, eliciting an almost growl from him that had your toes curling in your shoes.
“Fuck. That’s it, doll. Just me from now on.” His hand finally reaches the right height, but he doesn’t touch you where you need him. Not yet. “We do this, there’s no going back. I can’t see you flirt with those fucking guys anymore. Just me.”
“So posses-“
“Say it or I stop. Just me.” He nips at your earlobe with his teeth and you melt right there on the bathroom floor. There wasn’t any question. It had always been just him to you. “Can't stand seeing you with anyone else.”
“Just you. Just. You.” You moan his name when his fingers press into you, drawing strong circles on your clit. He finds a pace just this side of punishing, and the final bit of fight you had with teasing him was as good as dead.
He moans with you, like the feeling of touching you is giving him just as much pleasure as you feel shooting up your spine. The knot in your stomach grows fast —too fast to keep up with, and before you know it your pulling on his hair and gasping for breath. You don’t so much as work yourself up to the edge of that blissful release more so you are shoved towards it, teetering with no option to let him push you closer and closer.
“There you go, doll. Shit, look just as pretty as I thought you would.” He kisses you again, teeth and tongue messily catching you between gasps and moans of his name.
“Fuck, Bucky more. Please.” The heat of his body so close compared with the cold ice of his left hand on your bare hip has you feeling all kinds of burn, and you think you’ll cum as soon as you feel yourself stretching over those fingers - the same ones you’ve dreamt of having inside you, having wrapped in your hair for what feels like years.
“Only if you keep asking so nice.” You string out an embarrassing amount of pleas and you think you hear him laugh at you but you don’t care. He gives you what you want, one finger sliding into you easily with how close you are, curling up while keeping that same pace.
“Oh, fuck—” You practically sob, and his metal arm hooks underneath you to hold you up. You could feel the release in the pit of your stomach, the knot untangling with every small circle of his fingers.
“You’re okay, baby. Let me see those eyes when you cum all over my hand. Want you to make a mess for me.” You choke on your inhale and your going to c—
The bathroom door opens, and just as you are about to scream out his name Bucky slams his lips into your own, muffling the sounds enough that whoever enters doesn’t notice. You were practically shaking with how close you were, and you were two seconds away from pulling out the revolver still strapped to your thigh and shooting whoever ruined it. Bucky’s hand slowed, unsure, and you thought for sure he would stop and wait, no matter how much you didn’t want him to. You wouldn’t be able to control yourself, though.
He doesn’t stop. In fact, he speeds up. Your eyes go wide as his metal hand covers your mouth, a smirk appearing on his face as he drags his thumb over your clit, a second finger sliding inside of your heat.
“You were just beggin’ me to keep going. You want it, don’t you?” Whimpering under his hand, you nod, because the only thing you care about more than being caught is Bucky touching you. “Such a good slut, hm? Letting me take care of you when theres people right outside?”
The harsh words whispered in your ear should make you want to slap him, but the way he says it with such sweetness almost makes it sound like a pet name, so you just nod and try your best to keep your head screwed on to your shoulders.
“That’s alright, doll. I’ll take you out on the dance floor and fuck you in front of all those boys that looked at you if you want.“ It was those words that pushed you over the edge; the way his mouth was kissing at your neck, teeth dragging down the thin straps of the dress so he can see the small part of skin not exposed to him. “Show them how good you are— what they can’t have. Cause you’re mine, aren’t you?”
  You were positive whoever was outside could hear you, but there was nothing able to hold down the orgasm that almost exploded through your stomach, head falling forward and eyes crossing as the white hot pleasure ran like liquid over you. Bucky was murmuring in your ear, not giving a fuck if they could hear outside, telling you how pretty you looked with his hand up your dress.
At some point the people must hear you, or leave, because Bucky isn’t whispering anymore, now he’s talking loud, kissing you, and the sounds his hand is making between your legs brings you back to reality, hearing how wet you are.
“Christ, baby you are so fucking hot. You still with me?” Nodding, you grab him by the suit jacket and yank his mouth back on you. The sudden switch in your energy catches him by surprise, the adrenaline taking over as your feet find the ground and you start to take his jacket off. It falls onto the dirty floor, and then you start with the buttons. It’s a tight space, so you don’t have a lot of room, but with how desperate you are both grabbing at each other’s clothes, you could be anywhere and still have the drive to rip his clothes off.
“Fucking hell. Don’t worry about it —just, fuck. Turn around.” He gets frustrated trying to take off his tie, just undoing his belt and grabbing your hips. Your hands go to his chest, forcing him to take a second and watch as you undo his tie for him, just like you put it on hours ago.
“Wanna feel you everywhere.” You kiss him lightly, and turn around, letting him guide you into a position he can easily slide into you from behind. When he leans forward his bare chest presses against your back, your dress slung over the door. If anyone walked in now, they would know exactly who you were and what you were doing, but you have a feeling that’s exactly what Bucky had planned.
“So beautiful.” He leans down and kisses the back of your shoulder, and then he slides inside of you in one, long stroke. Both of you gasp in relief, like you’d been waiting far too long for this moment, which you had, and it was finally happening, which it was. “Oh —god.”
“Fuck— you’re so big, Bucky.” He hits the deepest part of you and your hands reach back, only to be slammed into the wall in front of you, Buckys fingers intertwining with your own.
“Y-You okay, doll?” He chokes out, struggling to keep still against how far he’s stretched you out over him. You nod and hum out in satisfaction, so he moves his hips slow, his metal hand keeping you in place while the other stays locked tight with yours. “Feel so fucking good, made for me.”
Something about the words must work for him, because the pace picks up and he’s driving into you from behind with an entirely new endeavour. The lewd sounds of your bodies colliding only spur you further into the practical dream he drives you towards, mind only able to drift into thoughts of him, him, him—
“Fuck. So tight. Should of fucked you sooner.” He curses behind you, and you can’t help the words that fall out of your mouth.
“You should of James! God. Made me wait so…fuck. So long. You fit me so good I-“ You were a babbling mess, coming apart with him inside you, leaving no room for your pride, the only solace being that he was right there with you.
“I’m sorry, baby. Promise I’ll take care of you all the time now. Make it up to you.” The hand on your hip holds you tighter as you both work towards your end goal together. He almost gets bigger inside of you as he gets harder and faster, you swear you can feel him in your stomach with the way he was snapping into you.
Your back arched, you screamed his name and he sung yours back, and within another minute you felt him finish inside you, stringing your own release out of you with practically just the way he sounded when he came.
He still drove his hips into you, slower but just as hard as he drew out your release as long as possible. You heard him almost whimpering behind you at the overstimulation, but he wanted to make it good for you, and the idea had you standing up straight on legs like jelly, to spin around so you could kiss him.
He sighed into your mouth, just as weak in the knees as you were, and kissing each other allowed you to both breath some semblance of life back into each other. Your eyes fluttered open, and you took in the sight of Bucky, completely unraveled.
His hair was a fucking mess, shirt half undone with his pants halfway down his legs. He was slumped over, chest heaving, but a lazy smile was plastered on his face, and you were sure you looked exactly the same as he did.
“Wow.” Bucky sighed, and you couldn’t help but laugh at him. At the ridiculousness of the situation. You lived together, yet the first time you fucked was in a ballroom bathroom on a mission, where everyone was waiting for you. You couldn’t count the amount of times you and Bucky had ample opportunity to capitalise on alone time, but you wouldn’t have changed a god damn thing about this.
“Yeah. Fucking wow.” Your eyes were wide, hand running through your hair.
“You still look gorgeous.” His eyes trail down your naked body, and you let him look as long as he likes.
“So do you.” He laughs, his head falling to the side as he straightens and starts to put himself together. As he slides his pants on, doing up the belt, you take the dress down, but his hand comes up to stop you.
“Let me.” He says, and takes the fabric from you. “Arms up.” Gently, he lets the silk fall over your fingertips, then down your arms, making sure his hands touch every part of you on the way down. When he reaches your shoulders, he plants a kiss just on your collarbone, and as the dress falls down your body, he follows it, going down with the red covering as if watching the curtain fall on his favourite show, trying to catch the last glimpse of the act.
“Steve’s going to be so pissed.” You say with a smile as you help him put his tie back on.
“Whatever. That little punks probably taking his time laying on the moves with Nat. He’ll never get anywhere, moving that slow.” He rolls his eyes, and you laugh. “What?”
“You’re one to talk?”
“I think I just made it pretty obvious, didn’t I? Or do I need to remind you again?” He grabs a handful of your ass and you press against him, knowing full well if Steve wasn’t going to beat both your asses for holding the team up, you would be up for a round two, three, and however many he would give you.
“Get me home, and you can remind me all night.” The door unlocks, and Bucky stays right behind you, interlocking his fingers with your own.
“Not just tonight, right?” His eyebrows furrow, and you have to stop him before you leave the bathroom, kissing him a final time.
“I meant what I said. I’ve been waiting for you, Bucky. Only you.” He makes a noise against your lips as he leans in again, and then steps in front of you, opening the door to the ballroom.
Threading through the crowd, a few eyes drift to your dress then back to your face, and you feel a heat rise to your cheeks at the possibility they might know what you have been doing, but Bucky squeezes your hand and you forget the embarrassment. It is replaced only by lust, and another emotion you aren’t ready to name yet, but have known for a long while.
The back exit comes into view, and once you round the corner, you see Natasha and Steve. Well, technically, you see Natasha boxing Steve against a wall, on her toes, pulling him down by the suit jacket and kissing him lightly. Keeping your hands linked, he swings one arm around your shoulder, and clears his throat. Steve pulls back immediately, while Natasha lingers, clearly not as bothered about being caught as he is.
“Where did you guys…” Steve looks at the two of you, and a little proud smile crosses his face before he looks down, realising what he’s just been caught doing. “We just-“
“You took too long. Passing the time.” Natasha winks at you, her face full of promise of a long night of filling each other in, and all four of you walk out towards the car waiting out front. “So, did we get the intel?”
“Yeah. The two agents conversation lined up with what we already suspected. We can set up and anticipate the hit in three days, should be able to catch and cut them off before they even reach the hit point.” Steve relays, and if you were listening to the conversation instead of getting lost in Buckys gaze, you would probably say something.
You don’t. Instead, you slide into the car next to him, and swing your legs over his thigh. His hand rests over the garter holding the gun to your leg, the other swinging over your shoulder, holding you close.
There would be a thousand more missions to go on, a thousand more times of Steve droning on about tactics, but nothing would replace the way he was staring down at Nat like she held the world in her eyes, and nothing would compare to the way you caught that very same look in Bucky’s as he stared down at you. You blocked out his voice - anything else but Bucky, and fell asleep, feeling more at peace than ever, knowing you’d wake up right where you left off.
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Daddy's Babydoll
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This is husband!bucky for sureee 🤭🤭
This was written on my phone, so please ignore the misspellings and wrong grammar
PAIRINGS: James "Bucky" Barnes x Reader
WARNINGS: really, really fluffy
“It’s just mushy carrots, Leila. You can’t go wrong with mushy carrots.” You groan softly as your 6 month old refuses to start solid foods.
You thump your head against the table of her high chair, and Leila grabs at your hair playfully and giggles at your frustration.
Bucky sees this from his position on the couch, he ignores the commentators voice speaking through the TV screen as he moves to the open kitchen.
“What’s wrong, doll?” He rubs your back gently, knowing how stressed you’ve been feeling lately.
You lift your head and look into his eyes, “I can’t get Leila to eat her mushy carrots, honey.” Bucky nods and sits at the bar stool next to the counter and extends his arms to make a grabby motion at the baby, “hand her over.”
Confused, you still pick your daughter up and hand her to your husband. The baby girl squeals when she’s in the hands of her father. “Happy to be with Daddy, babydoll?”
The baby gives a gummy smile, revealing a little of her baby teeth, as she happily pats Bucky’s chest. “Alright, trying feeding her now,” Bucky looks at you.
You’re hesitant, but nevertheless you try. And to your surprise, Leila opens her lips and encompasses the whole spoon base. She moves the mushy carrots around her mouth before swallowing.
You scoff in surprise, before looking at your husband and laughs. “Jesus Christ, finally,” you laugh and peck Bucky’s lips.
“She a Daddy’s girl, doll,” he winks at you and nods. “Can’t disagree with that,” you say squeezing Leila’s cheeks.
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Thanks for the ask, lovelie!!!
Absolutely had a dumb smile on my face writing this 😭😭😭
Till’ then
Stay Coquette-y,
Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀
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bi-ss · 3 months
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~ Ties that bind ~
Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.
Warnings - non, I don't think..
(This is a little bit of part 1, so I made write more I may not, we'll see. I'm also going to give the reader and her parents a positive relationship. idk I think it suits the best
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You always knew you were to be married off. Your mother was always transparent with you about that. She always told you that you may not like the man or woman, but love was always hard to find anyway. So one day, when you were 16, you typed up an agreement and gave it to your father about if you were married off, what you wanted, you do have your mother's stubbornness after all.
*knock knock*
"Come in," hearing your father grumble, you push the dark wooden doors which you are a lot heavier than your dad and his men made it seem. You stand in the doorway for a second before your dad gets up from behind his desk. He slowly walked round, motioning for you to come in and close the door. He pulled a comfy seat out a bit before sitting on his desk. You sat out looking up at him, handing him the typed papers in your hands. He looked at the title and gave it back to you.
"Read it to me, Ladybug." You smiled at the nickname he used and has used since you were a baby. "I see your mother as prepared you for this, and I see you listened for once," he joked, knowing you never liked working or school for that matter.
"I don't want to be a housewife, can't think of anything worse," you scoffed at your remark while your dad just laughed, still smiling down at you. "But I would prefer if you read it then get back to me as I told mother I'd help her cook.. it's burrito night!" He slowly nodded at you. Reading aloud wasn't something you liked doing. Taking the papers stapled together, you got up and started walking towards the doors, dreading the embarrassment of trying to open them again, but you didn't have to. Your dad was right behind you, holding it for you like you didn't just use all the strength to pry it just a little.
That's how you life's always been, your mother, a housewife. Your mother was the most beautiful and mature woman to probably ever exist, her long vibrant curly ginger hair, her pale soft skin loaded with freckle, her forest green eyes complemented everything about her even those rosy cheeks and lips. She adored your father as much or even more as he adored her. They do say opposites attract, fitting for your parents as your father, the breadwinner. Your father was a handsome and smart man, with dark chocolate hair which your mother loved putting into pigtails, his skin is covered with tattoos front to back, up and down, his toned and tan skin barely visible, his one good eye a smokie light grey colour, is other eye was sew shut while being littered with scars. Your dad has become more careful and gentle when your mother is pregnant. It wasn't hard to see that his men liked this change to, according to your mother. An example is when the twins joined, Wanda and Pietro maximoff joined, and they were put through uni with help from the family in case they wanted an out, making sure they had a choice. They stayed by the family's side.
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Now, 6 years later, you're sitting in your fathers office it hasn't changed a bit, you can't say the same about them, he was sitting on the worn-out leather chair with your mother behind him, their hair turning grey and with smile line proudly on display. You sitting at the side of the desk, not next to your dad and not next to Mrs and Mr Barnes, with their irritated son, James Barnes. The meeting was already off to a bad start when his girlfriend Sharon demanding to attend, but met with your dad saying he didn't have business with her and if that's know they did things, he'll call it off. You listened in on the conversation when your dad wasn't there, and to sum it up, Mr Barnes threatened, saying he'll disown his son and give it all to Rebecca. She's now at the bottom of the stairs being watched secretly by maids, workers, and guards. The elderly guest were very shocked at the fact they didn't even know you were there when they were giving the to toddler a reality check, which made both your parents proud and all 4 laugh about it. Before the definition of cantankerous, egocentric, and many more adjectives, you couldn't ever walk in.
. . . . .To be continued. . . .
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daliaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa · 2 months
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It comes to mind: masquerade, enemies to lovers, hot sex under masks, she thinks he doesn't know it's her and this is the moment when he takes off the mask. He knew it was her from the beginning.
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buckys-wintersoldier · 2 months
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I own you | Max Burnett
Pairing -> Max Burnett x female!Reader
Summary -> Max paid so you don’t have to go to the therapy anymore and takes you home, but you didn’t know he owns you then, until he makes it clear and makes sure you know you’re his.
Warnings -> (E) Minors DNI, 18+, dark themes, kind of kidnapping, mention of drugs, Smut, fingering (fem!receiving), praises, daddy kink, degradation, slapping on the thigh, bit of breeding kink, possessive Max
Wordcount -> 1.4k
Request -> For your 1K Followers Special, I have a Max Burnett request with the prompts “I hope you don’t plan to cum before I allow you to cum.” and “You will obey.” Also can you add a daddy kink to it please. Thank you in advance and take your time🩵 @sergeantbarnessdoll
A/N -> Thank you so much for the request, Max with those prompts and daddy kink has to be possessive. I hope you like what I wrote with those prompts. My requests are open or feel free to join my 1k-Follower Special.
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Max Burnett helped you out when the woman wanted to bring you back to the therapy you needed to start because of drugs a few years ago. He paid the woman and took you with him, and now you’re there, in his house, in your own room, waiting for him to come and bring you to the kitchen.
You’re still not sure how to react around the older man, but he has something that you like. But he paid for you and doesn’t let you leave the house or the room without him by your side. That’s the reason you’re sitting on your bed, reading the book you thought could be the most interesting.
“Good morning,” he says with a low voice when he opens the door of the room and smiles at you.
“Morning,” you mumble, looking at him.
Max smiles and walks a step to the side so you can get out of the room. You get up slowly and stretch yourself before you walk towards him. He follows every movement, making sure you won’t freak out and run away, out of the room and through the house.
“I’m not running away,” you say, rolling your eyes and waiting on the floor for him to lead you to the kitchen.
“You can’t run away. I own you.”
That’s the moment you groan annoyed and look up at him, his hand immediately holding you by your shoulder and pressing you against the wall. Max's face is just inches away from yours, his body pressed against yours while he leans closer, his jaw clenched, and his eyes staring down into yours.
“Don’t push the limits with your behavior; you will learn to do what I want you to do; you will obey,” he hisses through gritting teeth.
You feel suddenly so small with him towering over you, his hands on your shoulder, while he presses you against the hard wall behind you. You shiver slightly before you drop your head, and Max laughs darkly before his grip loosens on your shoulders.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes,” you mumble, almost not audible.
“I don’t think I heard you,” he says, his tone cold.
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
He smiles before he shows his hand to the kitchen and lets you walk in front of him. You can almost feel his body against you, his eyes staring at you, following the smallest movement you’re making.
You look around, smiling when you see the breakfast he made on the table. With a few more steps, you walk closer to the table and take a seat, waiting until he sits opposite you. When you start eating, you look at him every once in a while.
“Max?”
“Mhm.”
“Will you hurt me?” your voice is quiet, your eyes fixing him, while your bottom lip softly trembles and your hand shakes.
The expression on his face immediately changes from a cold one to a soft one. Max hasn’t looked at you in such a soft and loving way before, but you could definitely get used to it. He smiles softly when he pushes his chair back and gets up from it to walk around the table and get on his knees in front of you. Max grips your hands softly, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on the backs of your hands. Then he looks into your eyes, smiling a bit more.
“I’m not gonna hurt you as long as you do what you’re told. I love you; I take care of you,” he says.
“Y-you can’t love me yet?” you ask a bit unsure of how he reacts when you say that.
“I can, and I do. And you will too,” Max tells you, smirking.
One of his hands lets go of your hand, and he slides it along your thigh. His fingers caress over the soft skin of your leg before he reaches your pants and lets his hand slip underneath them. Your eyes widen softly when you look at his hand, which is now underneath the fabric of your short pants, stroking your thigh softly.
“Max-“ you whimper, unsure how to feel with his hand so close to your throbbing cunt.
“Do you want me to continue?”
You nod your head softly until he looks at you with a raised eyebrow, and you swallow harshly.
“Yes, please.”
Max smirks; his fingers rub small circles on your clit, while he doesn’t even dare to look away from your face for a second. You moan softly, moving your hips to get more friction. He pushes your pants to the side and guides his fingers through your wet folds.
“Please, more.”
You sound so desperate, whining for him, for his fingers, and probably soon for his thick cock, which is already growing in his pants. Max slips one of his fingers into you, curling it. Then he pulls them out of you and repeats it. Your walls are clenching around his finger, and you throw your head back while you moan shamelessly.
"Max, pl-“ he interrupts with a sharp smack on your inner thigh.
“You will call me 'Daddy', huh? You’re Daddy’s little slut. Be my good girl, babe,” he says, groaning when you grip his hair to ground yourself.
“Daddy, faster.”
You don’t have to tell him twice. Max adds another finger to your tight hole and pushes them deep and fast into you. He still admires your face, the way your eyes are almost closed, your lips are parted, and your cheeks are slightly red. His blue eyes look so soft when he brings his other hand to your cheek, caressing it, and then he slides his thumb into your mouth.
You clench around his fingers; the pleasure in your belly grows, and you can feel your orgasm being close. Max can say it too, and he speeds up, hitting all the right places and making you moan loudly. He smirks, pulling his thumb out of your mouth and gripping your jaw. You look at him, trying to throw your head back again, but he holds you in place.
“I hope you don’t plan to cum before I allow you to cum,” he says, demanding.
“Please- Daddy, I’m so close.”
“So desperate. My little cock slut, only mine. Tell me, tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Daddy,” you whine.
Max groans, curling his fingers inside of you again. He would like to have his fingers buried inside of you for a while longer, but he would prefer to let you cum and carry you into his bedroom to give himself some release too.
“You’re right, my sweet little girl,” he says. “You’re such a good girl for me, so cum, now. Cum all over my fingers, make a mess on my fingers, and then I will fuck you. Fill you with my seeds so everyone knows you’re mine.”
Your grip on his hair tightens, and when you cry out, you cum all over his fingers. Your walls are clenching, pulling him deeper inside of you while he fucks you with his fingers through your orgasm. He hits every spot inside of you, which makes you moan and whine even more. Your legs are shaking, and your breath is heavy when you slowly calm down from your high.
“You did so well for me. Now you will give Daddy a thank you for letting you cum and allowing you to make a mess on my fingers," Max says.
He removes his fingers, which are soaked with your wetness, and looks at them. You can’t stop yourself from moaning when you see the admiring way he looks at his fingers and your cum all over them. Then he lifts his hand to his mouth and pushes his fingers between his lips. Max uses his tongue to clean them, circling his tongue around his fingers and groaning at your taste. When he slips his fingers out of his mouth, he stands up and towers over you, leaning closer until he captures your lips with his and kisses you deeply and passionately. Then he lifts you up and carries you into his bedroom.
“I love you, babe,” he says.
“I love you too, daddy,” you mumble, smiling, while he looks with his soft blue eyes and a big smirk across his face into your eyes and kisses your lips again. He is obsessed with you, and he can’t wait to see every inch of your body and finally breed you so you’re his and everyone will see that you belong to him.
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Bucky Charms
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Summary: You learn more about Bucky other than the physical. Are you ready to risk it all?
Pairing: Dark CEO! Bucky Barnes x Journalist! Reader
Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY, SMUT. Minors DNI. ANGST. Fluff. Descriptions of past trauma, kidnapping, death, violence. Steve and Sam, Pining, lust, flirting through music, teasing, karaoke, non con surveillance,  oral sex (m recieving) degradation kink alongside praise kink, Sir kink, good girl/bad girl kink, p in v (wrap it up!) lil bit of breeding kink, Soft Dark Bucky.
A/N:  This is part of the Playlist Series. Read the previous part, F*cking Bucky  @ysmmsy and @blackwidownat2814 are my exquisite muses who created the playlists, with more to come. 😉 Thanks you both! 🥰 please leave feedback, like and reblog. It helps to inspire me. 😊
The playlist is real and is linked here!
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I’ll stop the world and melt with you/you’ve seen the difference/ and it’s getting better all the time/there’s nothing you and I won’t do/I’ll stop the world and melt with you…the future’s open wide…
You listened to that cut over and over until you fell asleep after Bucky left your apartment and woke up with it still on repeat.
You’d certainly melted for James Buchanan Barnes last night, and he melted all over you. You smiled at the window, feeling light and buoyant as air, but then sat up and frowned as you realized what Bucky said.
“Professional.”
He’d suggested that you could both be professional. After last night, you didn’t think you could do it, but you had to try. You moved to get out of bed and realized that you were still sore.
You grinned as you padded to the bathroom and ran another hot bath. You didn’t regret a single thing about the night before. 
And you had a feeling that despite what Bucky had said, neither did he.
Bucky was late to work. For him. He walked into the office at 8:45 am.
Steve and Sam shared a look across the shared space, but didn’t say a word. Until Bucky put in his AirPods and started singing Frank Ocean. 
A tornado flew around my room before you came/Excuse the mess it made…
“Okay. What the hell is going on?”
Bucky stared up at Sam who was now hovering over his desk and who’s broken through his noise cancellation.
“Hunh? 
Steve got up and walked over to Bucky. 
“Don’t play dumb with us. You are late, and in an awfully good mood. Singing, Buck? What happened last night, Bucky. Did you get with Y/N?”
Bucky looked up at the two men who were most like brothers in his life. He couldn’t hide anything from them.
“So what if I did get lucky last night?”
Bucky put his long legs up on his desk and leaned back in his ergonomic chair.
“What makes you think it was her? There are 4.3 million women in this city.”
Steve and Sam just stared at him, then Steve spoke again.
“Sure. But there’s only one that you are laser focused on.”
Sam agreed.
“Yeah, you’re like a dog with a bone.”
Bucky’s grin got wider and he just shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t kiss and tell.”
Sam shook his head. 
“I’ve heard that before. That means this is serious, because in the old days…”
“We got a blow by blow. Literally.”
“Fuck you Steve. And fuck you Sam.” 
Bucky threw up double birds at his friends.
“And step the fuck back from my work space. I’ve got work to do.”
When his business partners had safely retreated, Bucky picked up his phone to text you. He couldn’t not text you the morning after, but he had to be careful.
“See you at 4 o’clock. Looking forward to moving on with this project.”
You read the text, your heart beating a mile a minute when you saw the notification. You took some deep breaths as you walked to the subway station to go into the city. It was pretty straightforward. No subtext to be parsed out. 
There was no way to know that you were the project that Bucky was talking about.
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Both of you went through your days, listening to the playlist Bucky was building throughout the day. This was not the music to do work to. The songs were cute and flirty, silly, surprising, and in some cases full of emotion that went well beyond a professional relationship. 
But it was just music, right? 
You two sent songs flying to the playlist throughout the day, flirting with music in place of words, glances, and touch. Etta James, Savage Garden, Monica, The Pogues, Frank Ocean, The Darkness, from the 80’s to last month.
It was a very eclectic mix that seemed to summarize both of your personalities perfectly. On the A train that afternoon, you caught an older woman smiling at you as you cheesed at your phone. 
Bucky was becoming more and more active on IG since your interview and he’d posted a photo. It was a close up selfie of him staring off into space at his desk in a dark grey suit with a purple line-patterned tie. He wasn’t wearing his glasses and his blue eyes were dreamy. 
This man was posting thirst traps fully clothed. And judging from some of the comments, plenty of people were falling for it. There were over 1200 likes in the 90 minutes it had been up. 
You didn’t want to like the picture, but then you read the caption.
No time to relax! Finished a full day of work, looking forward to working on a passion project this afternoon. #Icanseethebluerskieslikemulticoloredflowerfields
You scrolled through the comments, people saying how handsome he was, sending their coochie through the interwebs. You sighed, and liked the picture, and then posted your own comment.
I drifted off the Earth to march in your parade/Colors on me moving slowly
Bucky was waiting for your comment, ignoring all of the thirst replies and hoping that you’d respond. He replied with two perfect words.
Technicolor, girl.
Then came another slew of comments about his response and you started gaining random followers. 
Oh lord, you thought, this was going to be a lot.
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You decided to get control of yourself before 4 pm. If not, you would fall right into Bucky’s arms as soon as you arrived. And that wouldn't do, would it?
45 minutes later, you stood in front of Bucky Barnes’s brownstone for a minute making sure you had composure. You did a mental check of all your systems.
Heart rate: normal.
Breathing: easy.
Panties: dry.
You were confident that you were in full control and could be professional. You paused and bit your lip as you thought of the night before Bucky had made you feel like no one else had. You shook your head to clear it.
You could do it. You could be strong. He probably wasn’t as attractive as you were making him out to be. After all, it had been a while, you were horny, and now, you were fine.
Your hormones had made him out to be more than he actually was. He wasn’t all that. The dick was only amazing because you’d been sex starved. That was it. He had no control over you.
You stood up straight, your self-talk making you confident, you reached up to knock on the door.
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Bucky watched your internal struggle on his laptop. He admired the body that he felt like he knew so well after just one night. Your choice of outfit was modest, but sexy. Blue chambray shirt over slim fit black pants and tank with wedge sandals. You were covered, professional, yet comfortable. There was only one upgrade he would recommend. 
His blue chambray shirt. But all in due time.
Bucky studied your countenance and posture as you paused before you attempted to enter. The way you bit your lip made his cock shift, but he willed it down. You looked as if you were confident in your self restraint.
Perfect.
He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt as you knocked, once, twice, three times and when he saw you look around and lick your lips, tentatively reaching for the digital lock on the door was when he went to open it.
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Your heart started beating off kilter when your knock went unanswered.
System one down.
You moistened your lips and looked up and down the street. There was no mistaking what he said last night. It was the right time. And the right place. You had the combination to the door, but you remembered what happened the last time you entered. But you screwed your courage and reached for the lock.
The lock drew away from your hand and you moved as if you were falling down Alice’s rabbit hole when Bucky opened the door.
First sensation: the sound of The Internet playing on a sound system behind him and you knew you were in trouble.
Know you wrong/But sho you right/Home alone/For the night…
Second sensation: falling in slow motion into Bucky’s arms as you tried to follow the knob.
“Oh!” 
You stumbled forward further into his chest.
“Hey!” 
Bucky chuckled as he held you fast. You two stared at each other and you forgot to breathe. Damn, he was as handsome as you thought. Even more so.
System two down.
Bucky inhaled a good whiff of your scent and smiled down at you.
“We have got to stop meeting like this.”
You looked up at him, slightly confused as you attempted to process the next sensations of Bucky’s hands on your body, the smell of him all around you, and that sexy tenor in your ears. And that smile, that face, that mouth. Your serotonin spiked. 
Bucky just continued to smile as you remembered yourself. You pulled back and straightened your clothes. 
You concentrated hard for system three to stay afloat. But then you looked back up at him. i
Damn. He was beautiful.
“You okay?”
“No.”
Your panties were not as dry as they were. You wanted to climb the man in front of you, your hormones going crazy with flashbacks of the night before.
James Buchanan Barnes had put it down and now you were addicted.
But you couldn’t just flow with that. You were a professional.
“What-”
“I mean…  no worries.”
You smiled brightly at him to cover your embarrassment.
“It was my fault, I should have waited–”
“My fault, I should have checked-”
You both spoke at the same time, and then laughed. You loved Bucky’s eye crinkles.
You cleared your throat and straightened your spine.
Bucky covered a moan in his throat with a cough. That body was his weakness. His cock thickened with thoughts of pulling you in his home and then fuck you on the hallway floor, but instead he stepped back and put his hands in his pockets awkwardly.
He smiled, and you blushed.
“How are you?”
Bucky ducked his head and smiled that smile at you. He looked so young.
“I’m good, Y/N. Real good. And you?”
His smile was hopeful, and full of knowing. God, you were a simp. Professional wasn’t going to work.
“I’m good, Bucky.”
You smiled at him and you two just stood there grinning.
Bucky just continued to stare at you. His smile and his nervousness was doing something to you, so you cleared your throat again. This was so not what you were expecting.
Finally, Bucky realized the awkwardness of the situation.
“Shit. I’m being rude. Come on into my office.”
You laughed again and followed him into the room, noticing his laptop. It made you grow warm.
“How did you sleep last night?” asked Bucky.
What a question.
He was closer that you thought, but farther away than you hoped. You turned around and looked at him, biting your lip and shifting on your feet.
“After a nice, hot bath, I slept like a baby.”
That eyebrow raised and made you squirm with the faint sensation of him inside you. You could still feel the effects of him.
“Hot bath, huh?” 
“Yes, with Epsom salts. I was a bit… sore. Needed another this morning.”
You lowered your eyes to your fingers which were clutching your bag, and then raised them back up to his face. That tongue snaked out and licked his bottom lip and his teeth captured it. You dragged your eyes up to his and saw the desire there. But he also looked contrite.
“I-I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be.” 
You interrupted him, fighting to keep your eyes wide open while they were on his. You tried to keep your voice from cracking when you said, “I liked it.”
Bucky took a deep breath and stepped to you.
“Y/N. I want to talk to you… about ground rules. With us.”
You lowered your eyes. You just knew he was going to shut all of this flirting down. You weren’t going to beg him, you just had to suck it up. Even though this thing between you felt like crack.
Bucky tipped your chin up, the feeling of his fingers on you shooting electricity straight to your core.
“I don’t want there to be any.”
“What?”
You were confused.
“I thought last night would get it out of my system, but it only served to make me want more.”
What was he saying?
“More? More what? You want more sex?”
You were thrilled and disappointed at the same time. Bucky Barnes had you stirred up.
“Of course I do.You’re beautiful. That body, the way you feel…I’m not dead.”
Bucky stood there and his eyes raked over you with possession. And you let hIm, wanting to belong to him. That realization had you shook.
“But I want more. More than just sex. And if you just want sex, then that can’t happen. Feelings would get involved. At least for me.”
Bucky drew in a ragged breath.
“So you have to know that you are in control of this…” he moved his hand between you both, “this situation. Because I can’t trust myself to not go headlong over this cliff with you…”
Bucky’s eyes searched yours and you tried to return his honest gaze. His words were so fucking charming that you were ready to jump as well. But you had work to do.
“I get it, Bucky. Let's just take it moment by moment. Right now, I’ll behave and be a good girl.”
Bucky released a light groan and shook his head as his eyes dilated slightly.
“Please stop. Unless you want me to…”
He stopped, and you could tell that he was holding himself back by the way his jaw clenched. The knowledge that you had this power over him was heady stuff. But you decided to chill.
“Okay, you’re right, we have work to do. Now is not the time for.. more.”
You looked up at him and bit your lip.
“Definitely not.”
“Totally.”
You took a deep breath.
“Where’s the manuscript?”
Bucky’s eyes swept over you one more time, then turned to his laptop, sat down and typed for a few seconds.
“In your inbox.”
He was calmer now, and anxious for you to read his story.
You sank down into the couch and opened your bag to grab your own laptop.
You looked up at him one more time before you started to read, and when you began, you were quickly immersed in the narrative.
An hour and half later, you looked up at him, tears in your eyes.
“Bucky… I…”
“Is it any good?”
You looked at him in a totally new light. This was a different level of intimacy than just sex. This was his soul laid bare..
“Is it any good? Bucky, it’s fantastic! The honesty, the raw emotion…thank you for trusting me with this.”
Bucky gave you a sad smile and your heart twisted. You centered yourself by observing details and  realized that his tie was now off and his sleeves were rolled up. He seemed more relaxed and natural and now that you knew the full story of Bucky Barnes, he was a marvel.
You put your laptop aside and stared off into space, trying to process. Bucky watched your profile, anxious and wanting to pull you into an embrace. But you were setting the pace.
You looked back over at him after a full minute.
“Are you sure you want all of this out there? This gives insight into your most personal, devastating moments. It will give people a lot of access to things most people hold close. And it opens you up for a lot.”
You had an entirely new perspective on James Buchanan Barnes. One that went far beyond sex.
“Yes. Writing this down has helped me to heal. Publishing it will bring closure.”
Bucky stood up and poured himself a drink, and offered the brown liquor to you. You nodded and took the glass, realizing that it was probably Macallan 18.
This man had lost his wife, his whole life… you couldn’t imagine. And here you were wondering if he were playing games.
“It must have been horrifying.”
Bucky nodded and looked down into his drink. 
“At first I had no memory of what I’d done and how I’d done it. I woke up in the hospital and saw the headlines that the CEO of CapTech had been found injured and sobbing hysterically as he cradled his wife in his good arm. The most anyone knew was that Sarah was killed in a failed robbery attempt. No one knew about the kidnapping.”
You rocked back in your seat, remembering the rumors around that event. Word was that Bucky went almost insane with grief. 
You realized now that the rumor was true.
“My heart was buried in the casket with Sarah, and after everything that happened, I went into a type of hibernation, holed up in the Manhattan penthouse above our offices. Steve and Nat challenged me to get back to work a year later, telling me that they were taking up my slack.”
Bucky laughed bitterly, shook his head, and took a drink.
“It wasn’t until Sarah’s birthday two years later that I finally noticed that Sam was grieving as hard, if not harder, than I was. And I realized how selfish I’d become.”
Bucky looked at you with a pained look on his face and you shivered, feeling a fraction of the emotion he must have been feeling. You wanted to cry.
“Bucky… I’m so sorry.”
Bucky looked at you.
“Don’t be sorry, Y/N. It’s alright. I’m ok now.”
“But… how?”
Bucky smiled at you.
“Well, intense therapy for one. Family therapy with Sam. Running. Running with my friends, or… with strangers I bump into.”
He gave you a smile and you smiled back, hopelessly connected to this man. 
“Another thing that has helped me immensely was meeting you and seeing the way you crafted our interview, and experiencing the response to it. I’m communicating about myself more with the public.
“Yes, I’ve noticed the response you’re getting on social media.”
Bucky just chuckled at your thirst trap shade.
“I need you to help me tell this story, Y/N. Please. Help me.”
You leaned toward him. You two gazed into each other’s eyes.
“Your story is powerful the way it is, but right now, the way it reads leaves you open to some liability for what happened to those men in that warehouse that day. I believe you that it was self defense, and defense of your wife. That was such a hard thing to live through and to write down. I have an idea on how to revise the story to keep the emotion, but protect you, and Sarah and Sam at the same time. Hear me out.”
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Two hours later, you’d sketched out revisions to Bucky’s memoir. You were emotionally spent. And starving. It was almost 8pm. You looked at Bucky when you were done and he read you like a book.
“I ordered Thai food 45 minutes ago when you were on a roll outlining. I hope you’re hungry.”
You sighed and smiled.
“Feed me and I will love you forever.”
You laughed at your joke, but Bucky did not.
“Don’t tease me, Y/N.”
Suddenly, the air was thick with need. 
“About that… Bucky… I want to work with you on this project. But I can’t deny that… that I am attracted to you in the worst way.”
Bucky smiled and cocked his head.
“’The worst way.’ Is it that bad? I feel like I need to apologize.”
You nodded.
“It is bad. If we need to be professional.”
Bucky looked up in the air. 
“Well. Think about last night…”
You shifted in your seat.
“I mean, we just did some pretty good work tonight. After what happened,…”
Bucky grinned
“Well. You’re not wrong…”
You grinned back at him. You just liked him so fucking much.
The tension was thick. You were about to climb onto Bucky’s lap when the doorbell rang. He looked disappointed, as if he was reading your mind again.
You stood up, drank some water and tried to get your head on straight. Bucky came back in with and you remembered your hunger for food.
When you’d eaten, Bucky had a suggestion.
“Listen, we did some good work, had some good food, but I don’t want the night to end. And it is Friday. Don’t need to get up early tomorrow.”
Bucky looked at you like a little boy again.
You raised your eyebrow at him
“What do you suggest this late that we haven’t already done today?”
Bucky grinned at you.
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BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE/THE WAY THAT YOU FLIP YOUR HAIR GETS ME OVERWHELMED/BUT WHEN YOU SMILE AT THE GROUND, IT AINT HARD TO TELL/ YOU DON’T KNOW OH-OH/YOU DON’T KNOW YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL!
You two were laughing through belting out the One Direction song at the top of your lungs at Upstairs Karaoke bar, not far from where you both lived.  You were both jumping around and acted like idiots, as one does when they have a proper fun time doing Karaoke.
“Omg! Bucky! That was terrible.” 
You grimaced, thinking about your singing voice. 
“I bet you’ve reconsidered this idea after that.”
Bucky just ginned and swung the mic around in a circle as the music for the next song came up.
“I can do this all night.”
I can't fight this feeling any longer…
You grinned back and joined him in singing REO Speedwagon.
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Three hours later, at almost one am, you walked back toward Bucky’s brownstone, and your apartment. When it came time to turn in the direction of your place, you took Bucky’s hand and tugged it toward his place. You walked in silence toward his house until you spoke up again.
“I’ve been through the gauntlet of emotions today, Bucky.. I mean in the last 24 hours.”
“Hmmmm?” said Bucky.
“Yeah. Lust, uncertainty, infatuation, nervousness, sympathy, motivation to write, attraction, hunger, silliness, and just plain fun. It feels like we’ve lived a lifetime today.”
Bucky stood on his stoop and looked down into your eyes.
“I feel the same. With maybe a couple more thrown in.”
You cocked your head.
“Yeah, like what?”
“Mmmmmm. Not ready to reveal that just yet. But I do want to explore a couple that you’ve mentioned. But, like I said earlier, that’s not my call.”
“Which ones?” 
You didn’t know why you were holding your breath.
“Lust, infatuation, attraction… and hunger.”
You knew he wasn’t taling about Thai food.
“Oh.”
You tugged his hand, leading him up his own steps and put the code into his door.
“I would like to experience, more of those. And more of what you want. Bucky. Let’s drive off that cliff.”
With that, you pulled him inside.
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You two kissed all the way down the hallway to his living room, where you ended up on his leather couch, pulling off your jacket and pulling the sweater he had put on over his shirtsleeves up over his head. You were feral for him.
And so, it seemed, he was for you.
“Come here, Doll.”
Bucky grabbed your neck and pulled your lips toward him as he devoured your mouth and his hand roamed your body.
“Been wanting to kiss you all night. Want to kiss your lips. I love the way they suck my tip.”
His hoarse voice in your ear did things to you, although you were confused at first until his put his hands in your leggings past your panties and used two thick fingers to part your pussy. He wasn’t talking about the lips on your face.
He used your slick to lubricate his digits and entered you, pumping a few times, watching as your head lolled back on your shoulders. He kissed your neck and cleavage as you succumbed to the pleasure. Then, he pulled his hand away and toward his mouth, earning a whine from you.
Bucky meant to just taste you, but that taste stirred something in his soul.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?”
He kissed you, letting you taste yourself on him, then rested his forehead on yours as he asked a question.
“What do you want, Y/N?”
“Let me suck your dick, Bucky.”
He pulled away from you, and looked you in the eyes.
“You’ll get anything to ask for.”
This was a different Bucky, not totally unlike the night before. Still sex on legs, but this Bucky was gentle, but still oh so sexy.
He pushed you backward until you stood up before him and he took off his shirt, and then his pants. You reached for him before he took off his underwear, pulling his waist band so that his hard cock slapped his abs. You stared down at it but didn’t touch it.
“I’ve been dreaming of this since last night, when you denied me.” 
You swiped your thumb along his tip and then sucked it, making him lick his own lips. 
“Sit down, please. Sir.”
Bucky sat, and then you kneeled in front of him on the hardwood floor. Bucky noticed and put a pillow down for you to kneel on. You smiled at him as he started stroking himself. You stared, your hand trailing song your neck and chest absentmindedly as you admired him.
“It really is a thing of beauty. Ever since I saw it the other day, I’ve been obsessed with it. How it would feel, how it would split me apart. How it would taste.”
You looked up at Bucky and it was like he’d been shot with a magazine of cupid’s arrows.
“Damn, Doll. You sure do have a way with words.”
You reached for him, grasping his shaft in one hand that looked small now, and his balls in the other.
“I’m not all talk…”
And then you leaned forward to lick a stripe on the underside of his cock, from his balls to the tip, stopping to suck the thick cap vigorously.
“Ooooh, shit… Doll. That mouth.” 
Bucky’s head was sideways, cocking his head to watch you from that angle.
You opened your mouth and took as much as you could in your mouth and relaxed your throat to let him in there. 
“Gotdamn.”
He placed his hand on your head but placed no pressure on you as you bobbed freely for his pleasure. And yours. 
You placed your hands on his tensing thighs as you came apart as a result of your mouth, and he shuddered when you released him with a pop just to grab it again and trail your tongue back down his length. You drew his balls into your mouth, one at a time as you continued to stroke him off.
Bucky was looking at you with disbelief. He was putty in your hands. He leaned forward to kiss your sloppy face.
“I want to be inside you, wanna make love to you. Take off those clothes.”
He spoke to you softly, yet with a command your body remembered. You stood up slowly and tried to gracefully shed your garments as he stroked himself and looked up at you like you were the moon.
“So beautiful.” 
Bucky reached out and made grabby hands for you as you stood naked before him.
”C’mere. Climb on. Let me in again.”
He continued to stare up at you, kissing your sternum and each breast as your thighs trembled on either side of his as you slid down over his mushroom cap.
“Buckyyyyyy.”
The feeling of him splitting you open caused a delicious pain, the soreness from the night before still evident. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to his size. 
And you didn’t want to.
“Fuck me baby doll. Fuck me good. Fuck your self on this dick.”
Bucky slipped his hand between you two and started circling your clit in tight little circles.
“Oh my god Bucky!  I can’t. Can’t breathe, can't concentrate…”
Your mind was mush as Bucky drove you toward your peak and up over the edge.
“Shhhh…”
Bucky leaned down to lick your nipple and suck briefly, teasing each breast in turn to work you up even more.
“Don’t think. Just feel. Release all thoughts. Cum for me.”
“Jeeeeeezzzzzzuzzzzzz!”
You came ferociously, clenching around Bucky and causing him to pulse inside you.
“Thaaat’s a good girl.” 
He did not let up on your clit and drew your pleasure out until you were a complete mess on his lap.
Bucky licked a stripe up the middle of you, from your belly button to your cheek as you lay back in is arms, cock drunk, and still impaled on his very stiff dick. 
“You tastes so fucking good, Doll. Tasted you in my dreams last night.”
You your surprise, he stood up, holding you and turned around to place you on the couch. The fine leather stuck to your sweaty skin, but you didn’t care.
“I don’t want to service you anymore.”
Bucky started pumping and telling you how he felt. All you could do was moan in response.
“Want to make love to you.”
He watched your fucked out face and started stroking more insistently.
“Of course, if you were mine, I’d service you anytime you needed it. Give you everything your heart, mind, pussy, body could want…”
“Yes, Bucky… yessssss.”
You were blissed out, hearing and feeling all the sensations you wanted at the moment.
“What are you doing to me doll?”
Bucky’s eyes moved from where you two were connected to your face.
“So beautiful…”
He grabbed your hand from where it was resting on his abs, picked it up, and brought it to his mouth, kissing your palm. Your back arched at the added sensation of his lips on your hand and the long fingers on his other hand grabbed your hip as he continued.
Bucky’s ice blue eyes were watching you as yours closed in ecstasy.
“Yes.” 
He started moving your hip, long fingers digging in and sure to leave a bruise.
“You like this? Like how I’m giving it to you? You deserve it. Such a good girl.”
“Mmmmhmmm.” 
You started moving, loving the feel of the wiry hairs at the base of his cock against your clit.
“Feels so good. Feels like this dick is mine.”
Bucky’s eyes were focused on yours now. He held your stare, which bloomed new warmth in your belly.
“You want it to be yours?”
You didn't answer, just bit your lip and nodded.
Bucky’s hand snaked up behind you and grabbed the hair at your nape, causing your neck to bend and your body to arch backward.
He admired your form and the way your breasts moved as you did. You could feel him swell impossibly more than he already was.
“I’m trying to be gentle. Sweet and slow.  Like a good girl should be fucked .But you just make me want to… make me wanna fuck you. Like…”
Bucky groaned and squeezed your hip.
“Take it, Bucky. It’s yours.This pussy is alll yours.”
You rotated your hips so as to feel all of him, and which caused him to spurt a little inside you.
“You trying to make you cum inside you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
You moaned as Bucky’s hand came around and grasped your throat skillfully. His other hand grows and pinched your nipples, causing your hips to move wildly.
“There’s my bad girl. Damn. I think I…..”
“Y-yes Sir?”
Bucky almost let it slip.
“I think I wanna cum inside.”
He leaned down to whisper into your ear. That voice making you clench harder around him.
“Would you like that?  Hot load of cum in your tight little snatch?”
“Oh, ohhhh shittt. Yes!”
“So fucking pretty when you’re needy, Doll.”
The combination of filth and praise sent your over the edge and you detonated around him, causing Bucky to hike your knee over his elbow and start chasing his own end.
“I can’t… No. I won’t deny myself any longer. I want this. I want you and I’m gonna. Shit can I? Can I please cum inside?”
Bucky begging got you hot and bothered again. You nodded vigorously.
“Please, I want it too!”
“Circle that clit for me. Circlie it. Cum again for me just one… fuck, just once moreeeee!”
Bucky came inside you with a shout, shooting hot ropes of cum onto your cervix. You came when you felt that and as Bucky pumped like a jackrabbit inside you.
“Holy shit.”
He chuckled in your ear.
You curled yourself around Bucky and gladly accepted his weight for a few minutes. Then, he lifted himself off of you and knelt on the floor.
“Was that?  Was that okay? Did you really want this?”
Bucky looked so earnest. You nodded.
“Yes Bucky. And I want more.”
You bit your lip as he smiled down at you.
“Wanna spend the night?”
You shook your head.
“No.”
Bucky’s smile dropped. You put your hand on his cheek..
“It’s practically morning. I’ll sleep over and let you feed me breakfast later. And then we’ll talk about spending the night.”
“Anything that’ll make you smile, Doll.”
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My Angel - Bucky Barnes Smut
Summary: Bucky Barnes, your father's best friend has been very, very patient about matters involving you. Seeing you in that outfit however, he can't help but want to corrupt his angel.
Pairing: DBF! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Warnings: main kink: corruption, age gap: bucky is 40 reader late twenties eg: 26, smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, slight dark bucky, praise kink, mild degradation kink, nickname - angel, oral f receiving, p in v, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, handjob, cosplay, cum play, Bucky Barnes is a warning MINORS DNI
A.N: i always wanted to write DBF!Bucky and the best way is smut I guess, hope you enjoy! also side note i know nothing of the hobbit and i did ask my best friend @stevesmewmew about it. also song i constantly heard while writing - dirty thoughts - chole adams
Word Count: 3020
Main Masterlist|| AO3 || Kinktober Materlist
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You stare at yourself in the mirror, gnawing your bottom lip. The white dress looks pretty, sort of flowy, your cheeks heat at why you picked the outfit. 
The lace sits nicely, you stare at the silver woven crown you DIY-ed. Placing it upon your head. You don’t know the first thing about the character apart from what you found on google. 
Galadriel, you stare at your attempt of cosplay one more time. You do admire the dress. All your best friend said was she was powerful, innocent and that she had battle skills as well as knowledgeable. She seemed badass. 
You knew the man’s eye you watched to catch was a fan of the franchise. You wondered who he would dress as, your palms smoothen over the dress once again. Grabbing your purse you do a final check and head downstairs. Nervousness blooms in your abdomen.
Your elder brother’s annual halloween party was an excuse for friends and teens to sort of let loose. The only reason it was even allowed was the fact that Bucky Barnes, your dad’s best friend and neighbour would keep the antics in line. The same man who you wanted to impress tonight.
Usually he would be having fun with everyone and covering for your brother’s shenanigans and mostly keeping you company and coaxing you out of your shell for about an hour and then you both would sneak into the theatre room to have a horror movie marathon. 
As you traverse downstairs, the party already in full swing. Music thumping, you squeeze past the crowd in the hallway going to the kitchen for a drink. You wonder if forgoing the wig makes a difference as you head to the fridge. Shrugging you uncap the bottle. Glad, that the kitchen isn’t occupied yet. 
“Holy fuck.” The voice startles you and the water drops across your chest. You wince turning to tell of the source. Your throat dries when it’s Bucky — dressed in a suit, fangs peaking through his lips. 
“B-bucky?” You confirm, he’s gone for the modern vampire vibe and you can’t stop staring at the fit of his inner white collared shirt. 
“You, you’re dressed as—,” his eyes trace over you, crown to hem of the white gown. His fake fang sinks into his bottom lip. Tongue then peeking out to wet the flesh. 
You gulp eyes on his lips, “G-galadriel.” 
“You look, ethereal.” He admits, you look away shyly. 
“Thank, thank you.” Internally your heart hammers at his response. 
Bucky steps closer, towering over you. His woodsy cologne evades your senses, he reaches up, fixing your crown. Fingertips then trace from your temple to your jaw to your chin, tilting your head back. 
His heated gazes prompts your thighs to clench. Bucky inhales deeply. 
“Such innocence.” He murmurs, “So much light. How would you look flush against darkness?” Bucky questions he can feel all the blood rush to his cock. Your nipples hardened perceivable through the lace. The tea towel he holds pressed against your chest. 
He wants to push you against the wall and kiss you. Wants to rip the lace off with his teeth, watch how your lips part moaning his name, or stretched around his cock, how would you look bouncing on his— you blink up at him, he shifts back. 
“Can’t taint you, can I?” He muses. You frown. 
“Bucky I,” 
“Do you like my outfit?” He gestures, changing the topic. 
“Vampire?” You giggle when he smiles brightly, fangs bared. 
“From those shows you like,” He admits sheepish. 
“The one I like wears a leather jacket.” You tease, he narrows his eyes. 
“Oh so when I caught you salivating at the suit wearing one, that was what?” He chuckles when you huff caught in your own web of lies. 
“I do like him in a suit, you might just make it better.” Your fingertips trace the undone jacket button, biting your lip you look up at him.  
Bucky breathes your name in warning, not for himself but for you. He had begun to disregard warnings the night he coated his fist and abdomen with his cum thinking about you.
“Want to know a dirty little secret?” You burn his curiosity brighter than light. He nods. 
“I wore the outfit for you.” Your hand traces up to the jacket lapel, Bucky breathes deeply. 
“You dressed up as one of the most innocent characters of my favourite series, for me?” Bucky recounts, god your perfume so sweet. How would you taste? He wonders. 
“All for you.” You admit, swallowing when his palm finally meets your waist. Warmth sears through your skin as his thumb brushes over the lace. 
Bucky’s mind is a swirl of should I, should I not, but you were making it so easy. So easy to choose the idea to corrupt you. 
The groan he produces rumbles in his chest, Bucky watches as you shift and your pelvis moves in the slightest to your thighs clenching. 
“Want to know a dirty little secret, Angel?” He questions, palm trailing up your side, to your breast. 
“Y-yes.” You bite your lip trying not to make a sound as he palms the flesh through the lace. 
“I want to ruin you, with my tongue, my fingers and my cock.” Bucky’s voice is deep, you softly moan at his words. 
“Look at that, little innocent angel wants to be ruined.” He comments, tugging on your nipples. 
“You’re going to look so pretty wrapped around my cock, begging for release.” He tugs on your earlobe, you feel his thigh between your legs, your hips buck involuntary, you whimper at the contact. 
“Look at you Angel, turning into such a needy, pretty slut for me.” Bucky marvels at the way you’re complying, the way your needy little breaths are making him so hard. 
He pulls away as he hears boisterous laughter approaching. You whine at the loss of him. 
“Angel.” He chastises. Handing you the dish towel to help soak the water from your dress. 
“Oh hey, Mr. Barnes, hey tiny.” Your brother chuckles when you groan at his stupid nickname for you. He busies himself taking out drinks from the wine cooler. 
“Hi Y/N. What happened?” Nick Fowler, your brother’s best friend steps closer to you. 
“Just spilled a drink,” you shrug, his grey eyes on you. 
“Oh I’ll help—,” Nick’s hand outstretches, but Bucky steps closer, “She’s got it.” 
Nick’s jaw tenses, Bucky only smiles at him. 
You look between the two, not understanding the reason for the stare down.  
“Run along now.” Bucky speaks sickly sweet as your brother calls out to Nick, he gives you a once over and then leaves with him. 
You look at Bucky, he turns to you, signs of irritation leaving his features. 
“Meet me in my theatre room?” Bucky smiles when you nod eagerly. 
He cups your face between, his metal and calloused hand. 
Blue eyes, admire you. 
“I want the crown to remain on, though I wonder if it will stay secure after I’m done with you.” Before you can react he presses his lips to yours, warm, soft lingering taste of his whiskey. 
The cold metal of the refrigerator blooms across your back as he presses you against the appliance. 
You kiss back, as his tongue swipes at your bottom lip exploring your mouth. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth you suck on the flesh, he moans your name, grinding against you. 
Bucky parts his lips from yours, your lust blown eyes gaze up at him, so innocent. 
“Oh, Angel. I don’t think I have any patience left any longer.” Is all he says before grabbing your hand and guiding you out the side door, towards his house. 
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Bucky’s hands are everywhere, your knees either side of his lap, the dress pushed up bunching around your hips. He lifts his hips ever so slightly, you cry out around his fingers. 
“Go on Angel, get them nice and wet. Good girl, oh are you chocking on my fingers already? Oh sweet little needy baby, what will you do with my cock then?” He tuts, pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connects from the tip of his finger to your lips. 
“Ask for my fingers Angel.” Bucky smirks as you whine. 
“Please.” Your hands rest on his chest. 
“That wasn’t a really good job.” He chastises, “You can do better sweet Angel, go on say the filthy words of what you want from me.” 
Staring into his eyes, your skin heats, Bucky shifts his hips again, you mewl. 
“Bucky please.” Your hands clutch at his half unbuttoned shirt. It hangs off of his shoulders.
“Please what?” His left hand moves up your back, cooler fingers find the zipper undoing it. 
“Please fuck me with, with your fingers.” You bite your lip. 
“Only my fingers?” He teases thumb brushing over your inner thigh. 
“Do you want to sit on my face baby? Do you want me to lap up your sweetness? Bet you taste so good.” His thumb brushes over your clit.
You nod, you want all of it. 
“No panties, no bra, were you wanting me to fuck you?” He raises a brow, thumb applying pressure. 
You nod preening, “Want, want you.” His left hand urges you to kneel straighter, index and middle finger circling your entrance. 
“You want, me, Angel?” He confirms again, “Look at you, clenching around nothing, let’s change that shall we?” His digit sinks into you, Bucky swirls it around touching your walls, he then begins to pump in and out. 
You begin to meet the slow thrusts, your gown beginning to fall from your shoulders. Bucky swears as he sees the untouched skin and the pebbled nipples. 
“Look at you,” Two fingers fucking into your cunt, “Meeting every thrust, not so innocent are you?” His lips latch onto your nipple, sucking and biting your head thrown back his palm rubs over your clit as you grind down upon his fingers.
Bucky shifts his attention to the other nipple, the pace of his fingers increasing he adds a third, “Have to stretch you out don’t I? Aw, Angel are you going to make a mess on me? My Dirty, dirty girl.” 
“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky—,” His fingers continually tap over the spongy sport, stars begin to cloud your vision, left hand gripping your breast, tweaking your nipples. 
“Go on, cum for me Angel, this is only the beginning of your ruin.”  Bucky smirks as you shudder against him, cunt squeezing his fingers, thighs trying to close, your hands tugging on is hair.
Lust blown blues admire you unraveling, the bliss spreading over your features as the orgasm takes you, your walls begging to keep his fingers in, Bucky’s palm rubbing circles over your clit and the burn of it delicious. Your shaking from the aftershocks ceases. It takes everything in Bucky not to have his fingers replaced by his cock swiftly. 
“You with me Angel?” Bucky chuckles, when you blink through the haze. 
“Y-yeah.” You run your fingers through his hair.
“Crown’s still on.” He chuckles, bringing his slick covered fingers to your lips, “Have a taste, you need to know how you taste without me.” 
His fingertips trace your lips, your tongue follows. Bucky then tastes you from his fingers and moans. 
Your dress is pushed off of your body, Bucky’s hands roam in admiration.
“So fucking delicious, I deserve a reward don’t I? For being this patient, for letting you remain untainted by me this long.” He looks at you, you nod. Bucky taps your hips and you move off him to allow him to slide down.
He kisses your clit, “Already needy, my, my.” his tongue licks over your folds, humming at your taste.
“Grab onto the headboard, Angel.” He says before his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks wantonly upon the pulsing nub. Shivers bloom across your back.
You moan, grinding onto his face, he groans. Hands clutching your hips not letting you move away, Bucky laps at your entrance, licking stripes from your clit to circle and back. Nibbling on the clit your mewls and preens don’t stop, his light scruff burns deliciously over your inner thighs and folds.
“Bucky please, please, please—,” You warn as the coil snaps again, his hips lift off of the bed in response as he hungrily devours you for every single drop. When he doesn’t relent you try pulling away, you can feel yourself getting slick again as his ministrations continue. 
His large hands push you back to sit on his lap again, pink lips glistening as he smirks. He pulls you close chest to chest.
“Rewarding.” He comments lazily tracing patters on your thigh.
You look down, the tent in his pants achingly visible.
“Can, can I?” You request.
“All words, Angel, need to know the filth that goes on in that innocent little mind, tell me is it all for me? Have my thoughts been corrupting you?” Your thighs squeeze at his word.
“Have you touched yourself thinking about me? Played with my pussy without asking me?” His thumb returns to your clit.
“Yes.” You squeak.
“Tell me what you’ve thought about baby?” He questions, “Tell me while you undo my pants, go on.”
Shaky fingers reach for the button, “I’ve thought, I’ve though about you fucking me, in your study.” You undo the zipper.
“Bent over my table?” He questions watch your tits with every deep breath you take.
You shake your head, toying with the wait band of his boxers.
“Against the window? My sweet, innocent, Angel wants the world to see I’m fucking her?” He questions, you nod.
“And maybe the table too.” You add, drawing amused laughter from him.
“What else, Angel?” He questions pace on your clit increasing, “Take my cock out.”
You do as he says, pumping him from bottom to top, his length is massive and girth as well. You bite your lip.
“Angel, don’t worry your pretty little head, it’ll fit, pussy was made for my cock.” He hisses as you rub your thumb on the slit then you bring the precum covered digit to your lips, locking eyes with him.
“Go on, taste me.” He watches as you clean your thumb eyes closed and humming at his taste before returning your hand to his cock.
“Stand up, we’re going to my office.” Bucky’s cock twitches in your hold.
His clothes are discarded, he easily lips you up, legs wrapped around him, his cock shifts over your folds with each step, Bucky keeps his lips pressed to yours as he easily moves to his office down the hall.
“Bend over the table corner.” He instructs, setting you down, you do as he says the cold marble has you shift, the rounded corner touches your clit.
“Just how I pictured.” He hums appreciative, lining himself up with you, slowly sinking in inch by inch you both moan in synchrony. Bucky grabs your hands holding them behind you. The arch it creates has him move in deeper, tip right against your g-spot.
“Fuck, so fucking tight, look at you, spread out for me, what would people say? Innocent little Angel is Bucky’s pretty little slut. She fantasises about being fucked by him. I’ll fuck you on every surface if you ask me.” His hips snap you cry out, clenching hard around him.
“Only you.” You whimper, as his pace increases, the cold marble rubbing against your clit.
“Fuck, how good are you squeezing me, cunt doesn’t want to let me go.” Bucky groans, pulling you up.
His cock moves deeper, your back is against his chest, his left hand moves to your clit, right hand around your throat squeezing lightly. Your walls quiver around him.
“Oh Angel likes being choked? Fuck, you’re perfect. My pretty little slut, look at you.” He groans, adding pressure and the sounds of his cock have you mewl and preen.
“Please, please, please,” More incoherent thoughts spill from your lips, he feels so good, so good. So deep.
“Only I, get to see you this way don’t I? Begging, on the brink of bliss.” 
Yes, yes, yes—“Bucky, please—,” 
“Look at you, can only think about my cock filling you up so good, can’t you Angel?” He bites down on your neck, leaving his mark. 
“So, g-good,” You choke on another moan.
Your hands around his neck, your nails manage to claw at his flesh. Bucky knows he’s not going to last, he knows you aren’t going to either. 
“Go on Angel, cum so you can feel me everywhere. My dirty, little, pretty girl. Innocent little slutty Angel.” His words set off the flame that consumed your veins, distantly you hear a desperate cry of Bucky’s name, Bucky groans your name in response your spasming walls setting his orgasm off.
He continues to fuck you through your orgasms, panting in his arms, Bucky loves how your pussy feels wrapped around him. He leans back taking you with him into his plush chair. 
Cock still inside of you, his fingers rubbing at your clit, you protest, his hand clutches at your hair, lips swallow down your protests, fingers moving fast your babbles return, cumming undone on his cock, marking it with yourself. 
“Look at that Angel, you’ve claimed my cock.” He admires the fluids coating your thighs and his balls, gathering the cum, he brings his fingers to your lips. 
You keep your eyes locked with his, as you lick his fingers clean. Your clit pulses at the taste. Bucky smirks feeling your pussy clench. Your mind is a haze as his lips press kisses to your temple and cheek. 
“I’ve got all night to corrupt your thoughts further. Against the window next, Angel. I know someone who would hate to miss out on the show we put on.” He chuckles darkly, hands roam your body. 
You hum tiredly, basking in the warmth, Bucky’s eyes shift to the broken crown discarded to the floor. 
“Little corrupted Angel.” He hums, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, "My Angel." He repeats, placing a soft kiss over the love bite on your neck.
"All yours, Bucky." You whisper, tilting your head back to meet his blue eyes.
-x-
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On The Wing - Chapter 3
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°•★Pairing: Bucky Barnes x femaleartist!reader
°•★Rating: NSFW
°•★Tags: strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, first time, oral sex, piv, unprotected sex, pet names(doll), teasing, praise, consent checks
°•★ Words: 1990
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Home among these mountaintops 
Can seem so awfully dull 
A thousand miles from the tide 
Put photos on the walls 
Of new york shopping malls 
Distract me so I stay inside 
After your reminiscence had brought you to tears that evening, you had put the photos away, safe in the drawer of your bedside table. Close enough to touch, but hidden from sight - it seemed to be an apt metaphor for the way you felt about that weekend. It had been years, but you had never forgotten it, never forgotten him.  He was the one that got away, and after him, no one else you met seemed right.
You had been on plenty of dates. Men, women, other... You never had too much trouble meeting folk, it seemed. Some you even saw once or twice. One or two you had promised to keep in touch with. You hadn’t though, and were alright with keeping it that way. Everything and everyone else seemed to dull in comparison to his shine - and you had no earthly idea how to find him again. 
It wasn’t as though your life had been all bad, during those years. You had seen dozens of new places, logged thousands of miles into your travels, circling the globe several times over, though not necessarily in a straight line. But there always felt like there was something off… like you were missing a piece of yourself. You knew it was the piece of your heart that you had left with him, in Brooklyn - and you tried to fill it. But you were never quite able to - nothing else fit right in that space that he so expertly carved out of you. 
Days passed, and then weeks, and you fell into a simple enough routine. You had managed to find a half-decent job, doing construction work for a small business that did a lot of maintenance on the homes and businesses of the town. The work was hard, but the pay was good, and your coworkers were friendly enough. Sometimes you’d go out to the local watering hole to share a beer or few with them and had friendly conversations with townsfolk as you went about your days, but you never fully felt like you belonged.
You were just… a little different, in a way that didn’t fit with small-town living.
After one particularly grueling day, long hours dealing with a client who clearly took your male colleagues more seriously than you, struggling with loneliness you returned home and collapsed onto your bed, arms wrapped around that stupid unicorn plush Bucky had won you all those years ago.
You had pulled him out after only a few days in this new town, needing something to hold on to, some reminder of better days…
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The cab ride back to your hotel felt like it couldn’t be over fast enough, the charge between the two of you palpable. It was all you could do to keep your hands off of him, and based on his strained expression and unusual quietness it seemed as though he was feeling the same way.
Upon arrival at the hotel, you had practically sprinted through the doors and to the elevator, and the moment the doors were closed he had you crowded against the wall, his lips on yours, hungry and insistent.
Miraculously the two of you managed to make it back into your room, stepping out of your still slightly soggy shoes and kicking them in a direction.
“Is this alright?” He murmured as his hands trailed over your body, tracing your curves, his touch sending rolling waves of heat flooding through you.  “Tell me if I’m going too fast, okay?”
“I will, but please… don’t stop.”
Bucky groaned in response, tugging you sharply against him, letting you feel the hardness now tenting his jeans.
Your thighs collided with the side of the bed - how long had the two of you been moving backward? And with a low, desperate sound you fell back onto it, dragging him down with you, not willing to be parted from him for even a moment.
Bit by bit clothing was removed, Bucky lovingly exploring each new expanse of skin with hand and mouth, until you were left in nothing but a soft bra and cloth pair of panties, already notably stained from arousal.
“This all for me?” He asked with a low hum, dipping his head between your legs to wrap his lips over your sex, breathing in the scent of your arousal as his tongue swiped over your clothed core.
“Fuuuck, doll-” He moaned against you, his hot breath on your core making you squirm and whimper.
“I need to taste you…”
“Please…” you murmured in response, and Bucky was all too happy to oblige you. His thumbs hooked around your panties and slid them down and off, kissing his way back up your thigh until his face was hovering mere inches away from where you most needed his touch.
“You’re so beautiful… every inch of you…” He murmured while spreading you open, watching you unfold for him before dragging his tongue along the seam of your sex and suctioning his mouth over your clit.
You keened then, head falling back, hips snapping against his mouth as pleasure overtook you. He rumbled approvingly against your skin, using one hand to grip your hip and hold you in place as you squirmed while the other made its way up your thigh, two fingers now teasing at your entrance.
“Still okay?” He asked softly, pulling up for air for only a moment.
“Yes… god yes.” You whined.
“Mmm, good…”
He dove back in, sliding his fingers inside of you and curling them upward, finding your spongy pad of flesh and rubbing them in circles, rocking his hand against it as he sucked your now swollen clit back into his mouth.
It wasn’t long before you felt pressure building up inside of you, little jolts of lightning running up and down your spine and you knew you couldn’t hold it back much longer.
“Bucky, I’m close. I-I’m gonna-”
“Let go sweetheart - let go and come for me.”  He groaned, and the low tone of his voice sent you over the edge. His hands and mouth never stopped moving, drawing out your orgasm, lapping up as much of your arousal as he could.
He came up with a grin, his chin dripping with you, pupils blown with lust.
Then you were tugging him up toward you, crashing your lips against his, tasting yourself on his tongue as your hands flew to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his waist allowing his cock to spring free of its confines, tip already glistening with precum.
Bucky pulled back, panting, his expression strained.  “If this keeps going, I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to stop myself, and I don’t have a rubber on me.”
“Ah, shit-” you groaned, knowing you didn’t have any either. But you were only meant to stay in the city another day or two, at most. Who knew if you would get another chance to see him?”
“Are you clean?”
“Yeah…” He huffed. “Are you?”
“Yeah.”
You on birth control?”
“Yeah, implant.”
“Risk it?”
“Risk it…”
It was all Bucky needed to hear.  He kicked his pants off and tugged you toward him, lining your hips up with his. His length pressed against you as he leaned forward, sliding his hands underneath you to unclasp your bra and toss it aside, baring you fully for him.
You rocked your hips against his, covering him with your arousal, the look of pure need on his face making your insides clench around nothing.
“How the hell did I get so lucky?” He exhaled, a low sound of pleasure rumbling in his chest as he began to push inside of you, your tight heat wrapping around him like a vice.  “How is a beautiful dame like you interested in a guy like me?”
“Are you kidding?” You gasped, angling your hips to take more of him, legs wrapping around his waist tugging him closer, wanting to feel him bottomed out inside of you. “You’re probably the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met. Funny, intelligent, kind…”
Your next words were stolen as he rocked forward, sheathing himself inside of you, taking hold of your legs to wrap them more tightly around his waist.
“God you’re tight - This isn’t too much is it?” his voice was impossibly strained. “Am I hurting you?”
“No… no it doesn’t hurt at all, Bucky, please.” you whimpered, feeling the entire shape of him, some deranged part of you quietly grateful you didn’t have condoms on hand.
“I think I like hearing you beg…” he murmured, placing an elbow on either side of your head and leaning down to brush his lips over yours, small, tender kisses as he began to move, sliding out of you a few inches before pushing back in, beginning a slow, loving rhythm.  
“Ahh… then fuck me, please-” your voice was little more than an exhalation of breath, rocking against hip, rolling your hips up so every thrust had him pressing against your gspot. “Please Bucky, I need you-”
It was all you had to say to shatter the last of his resolve. He was trying to go slow and let you adjust to his size, but your heated words made that all but impossible, and he began to thrust against you in earnest, and soon the wet slaps of your lovemaking and your combined sounds of pleasure were resonating through the room.  There were no more words, only your bodies moving against one another, hungry mouths and hands, the way your body jumped each time his hips met yours.
You could feel him growing harder inside of you, the movement of his hips growing erratic as he neared his end.
“Do you want me to pull out?” he huffed.
“Don’t you fucking dare-” came your reply, and Bucky responded by sliding an arm beneath your hips, changing the angle of his thrusts, his other hand diving between your bodies to squeeze and rub at your clit determined to bring you along with him.
He shattered with your name on his lips, cock twitching as rope after rope of his seed painted your insides. The sensation set off some sort of chemical reaction in your brain that dragged you over the edge with him, the pleasure so blinding that the corners of your vision went black.
Time seemed to lose all meaning, the pair of you swimming in ecstasy, never stopping in your heated dance until his legs were shaking and your abdominal muscles gave out, and he collapsed on top of you, keeping most of his weight on his arms and burying his face in your neck.
“Wow…” he sighed, once he had found his voice again.
“Wow is right…” 
You lay there, tangled up in each other until the sweat began to cool on your bodies, and with a groan he slid out of you, a trickle of warmth flooding out behind him, coating your thighs in his spend.
“We should clean up and rest - we’re gonna have a busy day tomorrow.”  He smirked.
“A busy day doing what?” you murmured, already missing the fullness of him inside of you.
“Anything we want.  Though I did sort of ruin your shoes - maybe a bit of shopping?”
“Mmm… anything sounds good right now as long as you’re included.”
He cleaned you up before you slept, and the two of you spent the rest of the night wrapped up in each other's arms. In the morning you enjoyed a lazy start to the day: A hot shower, which led to a round two and then another shower before enjoying a late breakfast in the hotel restaurant before heading out for a day on the town.
As he promised, your first stop was the King’s Plaza shopping center, where Bucky insisted he find you a pair of shoes to replace the ones he had waterlogged the day before  - and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. 
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unconventional methods - chapter 2
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Summary: Bucky Barnes struggles with his feelings towards Bunny, leading him to make a big mistake. Now he must make it right. It means doing something he is uncomfortable with.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (SHIELD Agent Bucky Barnes x Adult Content Creator Reader)
Word Count: 6.7K
Warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, texting, overthinking, self-doubt, misunderstandings, pet names, video call, mutual masturbation, slight dirty talk if you squint, metal arm use, use of a dildo, teasing, small dose of sub/dom dynamic, no mention of y/n.
A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who showed interest in the first chapter. I really didn't expect this story to get the attention it did. Means a lot to me. If you didn't read the first chapter, you definitely should before reading this one.
unconventional methods - chapter 1
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This story will end with chapter three, which will most likely come out the following Sunday (12th March)
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After that magical night, Bucky found himself overthinking again. He was definitely struggling with the feelings he had for her. They were sexual, but that was not all. He had been in only sexual relationships before the war. It was like an agreement: purely sexual and for fun. Some girls wanted a bit more experience before finding the love of their lives, and it was totally fine, but this… this definitely wasn’t the same. He was feeling possessive over her and the feeling was so strange, especially considering they did not even meet face to face.
Of course, he knew he wasn’t the only person she was sharing this side of herself with. Posting adult content was literally her job. There was no doubt other men would like to get closer to her and she would probably talk to them a little, see how she feels and if things fall into place, they would get to see this side of her and she would get aroused just for them. A rare sight. Anybody would be lucky to witness that. 
He still couldn’t believe she was into him. It was probably more of the idea of him, not the real him since she didn’t know who he actually is, right? He knew his dick wasn’t a disappointment, his body was fine, but definitely could be better. There was always space for improvement. She did not see the metal arm or his face. She only heard his voice, saw some parts of his body, and created a different version of Bucky. Not even Bucky, James. Some 33-year-old dude named James who was partially good-looking. In her mind, he must be someone else, completely different from reality.
That was what she should be for him too, right? Some random super attractive girl on the internet who was willing to talk to him? Nothing more. Yet he couldn’t force himself to feel nothing but sexual attraction toward her. He tried to focus on work, but he couldn’t. Mission reports were always boring anyway. How were they supposed to distract him? 
>> Hey handsome, I hope you’re having a good day.
Her texting him doesn’t help, either. It’s just making it harder for him to stay away. He needed to distance himself, get a new perspective and maybe, maybe have a chance to realize he was being ridiculous. But she was so hard to resist her, especially when she was just wishing him a good day like this, with no expectation or pressure.
<< Hey, Bunny. It’s boring, but I’ll survive. I hope you are having a good day.
>> Oh, I’m having a great day. Especially after last night…
Bucky closed his eyes and took a deep breath when he read the message. He just wished she wouldn’t bring it up. It was great, he can’t deny it, but he knew… he fucking knew it was nothing special for her, and remembering that just broke his heart a little more. She shouldn’t have to act like it meant something to her. The idea of her faking something was just unbearable.
<< You know you don’t have to…
>> I don’t have to what?
<< I’m grateful that you made me feel special. It felt great, but I know I’m not special or anything and you don’t have to act like I am. It’s fine. 
Her responses came in so quickly, he had a bit of a hard time following them.
>> What the fuck, James?
>> What the actual fuck?
>> Do you think I am doing this with everyone?
>> Is that how low you think of me?
>> You think I open my messages, talk to the ones that seem okay, and send them special photos in my spare time?
>> Why would I fucking do that? What am I gaining? Loyal followers? More paying customers? People don’t wanna pay shit for things they can get for free. I know that better than anyone. It’s my job!
>> You think I pick the ones that are good-looking, and just have fun? If that were the case you wouldn’t even have a chance! Do you know why? You don’t even have a profile picture! I didn’t even know your name for days! I don’t even know if you are single or married or divorced!
>> If you think I’m treating loyal customers like this or something you are wrong. God, I feel so stupid because I thought you were different. Why would you be any different than the others? Just because you respected my boundaries, just because you didn’t ask for private photos, and just because you reminded me of those gentlemen from 40s movies, it doesn’t mean you are not after the same thing they are.
>> You have no idea what I am risking just by talking with you. God, I’m so stupid. 
>> You got what you want and now you are done with the small talk. I get it. I’m backing off. Sorry for disturbing you.
<< Bunny, bunny, bunny!
<< No, please, stop! That’s not what I meant.
<< Please, give me a chance to explain myself. 
<< Please.
<< That’s not what this was, believe me.
>> Explain what? How this is nothing special for you? It was just a bit of fun time with the girl you were following online? I don’t want to hear it.
>> You don’t have to explain anything to me. You don’t owe me an explanation, I’m just a random girl who shares adult content. Obviously, I have no soul or feelings. 
<< I’m the one who has feelings for you, okay?! I didn’t think you would find me interesting or special because I don’t feel like I am. 
<< I am sorry. I think I was just projecting. That’s what my therapist would say.
<< I just didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable with my feelings. I thought they would be totally unrequited.
>>  You have feelings for me?
>>  You better not be lying to get out of trouble, James! 
<< I’m not, I swear. Just give me a chance, okay?
>> Fine. You get one chance. Tonight. You explain yourself on a video call or I’m not talking to you anymore.
<< Whatever you want, doll. Whatever you want. Just don’t step out of my life. 
***
The day did not seem to pass fast enough. It felt like time was standing still just to torture Bucky more. The work was much more boring than usual: a lot of paperwork, signatures, and chasing the right people. Not that he was chasing anyone. He was sitting and pitying himself while waiting for Natasha to show up. He just wanted to get up and leave, but apparently, it wasn’t possible. When Natasha finally stepped inside, Bucky groaned out of frustration.
“Oh, fucking finally, Romanoff.”
Natasha didn’t even look at him.
“I was busy. What do you need?”
“A couple of signatures.” She leaned in and started to sign the papers as quickly as possible. She was never reading what she was signing because who had time to read a 25-page-long mission report? Apparently, Bucky Barnes because he had to write it from the scratch. Like his day wasn’t horrible enough... “I wish we could just go on missions, and that would be it.”
“Oh, that’s the dream, Barnes. That’s the dream.” She finally put her pen down. “I’ve been writing the mission reports for months. It’s your turn now, stop complaining.”
“I know, I know.” He accepted the defeat much easier than he normally would.
“Are you alright?”
Bucky looked up at her from his seat. Was he alright? Definitely not. He could feel a heavy knot inside his chest, burning his lungs and stomach while he was waiting for tonight. Of course, he wasn’t going to say that to Romanoff.
“I’m fine.”
“Doesn’t look like you are. Whatever it is, stop overthinking.”
“Easier said than done,” he murmured. 
“Look, I know it’s not an on-off switch, but you gotta try a little bit harder. Shift your focus on something else or just face whatever makes you this… uneasy.”
“I’m gonna face it. Shifting my focus is not helping.”
Natasha gave him a suspicious look. She had no idea what this was about, but she had a feeling it might be because of the pretty girl she suggested to him. Or was it just wishful thinking? No, wishful thinking wasn’t something she did often. She was always a big realist and something was definitely up with Barnes.
“Good.” She simply answered. She knew him well enough to guess pressuring him to talk wouldn’t work on him. “We have a meeting tomorrow.”
Bucky groaned in frustration because he was just done with the mission report and now SHIELD was ready to send them in another mission again.
“We need a break.”
“This one is pretty urgent. Apparently, it’s been an undercover operation for a while now and they finally got the info they need. We’ll need to leave right after the meeting.”
“An undercover operation, huh? Interesting.”
“Be here at 9. Fury wants us all present, it’s really important.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll be there.”
***
Bucky had no idea when the video call was gonna happen, but he was already feeling too self-conscious. His face was known to most people all over the world since he was accused of killing the king of Wakanda. Then working for SHIELD became a big deal. He wasn’t sure how Bunny would react when she realized he was the Winter Soldier. He wasn’t ready for that.
>> Are you there? I’m available for that video chat.
<< I am.
>> OK. I’m calling you.
He quickly turned his laptop on, hoping he would keep the camera off for the conversation. Maybe just hearing his voice would be enough for her.
“James?” Her voice was so soft and silky. Hearing her saying his name like that made him shiver a little.
“Yes, doll?”
“Why is your camera off?” Of course, she wasn’t gonna let it go. What was he even thinking?
“I am not…” He actually didn’t know what to say. “I don’t feel comfortable…”
“You don’t feel comfortable with me? Is that what you’re saying?” She definitely sounded offended.
“No, it’s not like that. I don't feel comfortable... and you might not feel comfortable either."
“Why?”
“It’s hard to explain.” He was hoping she would just let it go.
“Try me.” She didn’t.
“Please, doll… Let’s just talk.” He was practically begging at this point.
“Jamie, if you don’t turn the camera on, I’m leaving. We can’t continue like this.” She sounded so determined, it was scary. And her calling him Jamie? A part of him melted. He had noticed how her calling him Jamie influenced him in this way. Maybe because his mom called him Jamie when he was little. Bucky came later when he was a teenager. Before that, he was Jamie at home.
“Don’t. Please, don’t.”
“Don’t what? Call you Jamie?” The defensive tone of her voice was breaking his heart.
“Don’t leave.” He quickly turned the camera on, afraid she might just leave. Then he heard her gasp. Fuck, she’s scared, he thought. “I told you it might be uncomfortable.”
She quickly pulled herself together.
“Yeah, it’s so uncomfortable looking at that pretty face.” She managed to say, trying to hide her surprise. “Or those blue eyes. Do you ever look in the mirror Bu-bunny?”
“Bunny?” He repeated confused. “You are the bunny, not me, doll.” 
“If you say so.” She shrugged, licking her lips nervously. “I can’t believe you have been hiding this face all this time.” she tried to focus on him. “Why did you even think I would be uncomfortable?”
“Don’t you know… who I am?” he sounded nervous again, thinking he might have to explain his past. It’s always tedious. How can you say you were a brainwashed assassin in a less threatening way? You can’t. That was the problem. 
“I know you were the Winter Soldier if that’s what you are asking.” 
Oh.
“That explains the reaction.”
“No, it was because of your pretty face. Not because of your past. I’m in no position to judge you for your past. Whatever you did, you had no control over it. That’s pretty obvious.”
“How can you be so sure?” His question came instantly.
“Maybe I can tell you how and why one day, but not today.” She sounded a bit uncomfortable, so Bucky didn’t want to push her.
“Whenever you want, Bunny. I will always be here to listen.”
“Can I see your arm?” The change of topic came too suddenly. Her question caught Bucky off guard.
“Huh?” 
“Your metal arm. It’s vibranium, right?” She was talking about the arm he has been trying to hide so hard. Does she really want to see that arm? 
“Yes, it is.” He tried to sound as normal as possible.
“Can I see it?” She repeated eagerly.
Without saying anything, Bucky curled up his sleeve to reveal a part of his arm, still feeling a bit uncomfortable.
“Wow.” She looked stunned. “It looks… so pretty. The gold details. Wow.”
Her expression was something that can’t be faked. She was so genuinely surprised and interested. It gave Bucky the confidence he needed.
“Wanna see the rest?”
Bunny nodded excitedly, making Bucky smile. He took his henley off pretty quickly, and his metal arm, broad chest, and dog tags were on full display.
“Now I know why you only had one arm in every picture you sent me. Smart move, Sergeant Barnes.” Her eyes were still on his body, focusing on his arm. Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he felt this desired. Oh, god she definitely knows who I am, he thought. Getting called by his rank did things to him. He could feel the blood rushing to the other places. It’s not the time, it’s not the time, he tried to remind himself, yet a low groan escaped his lips before he could control it.
“So am I gonna see the rest, Sergeant?”
He gave her a confused look. When he asked that question he meant the rest of his arm, but apparently Bunny had different ideas. 
“You mean…”
“The rest of your body, yes.”
“I thought we were gonna talk.” He tried to hide how much he was actually enjoying this change.
“We were, but I changed my mind.” Bucky smiled once again. Maybe I still got it, he thought.
“Because of the arm?”
“Because of you and yes, the arm too since it’s a part of you.” 
“I never thought…” He couldn’t get to finish that thought.
“Your arm would be a turn-on? Well, it is. You should get used to that.”
“That’s gonna take a while,” Bucky admitted, then he looked back at the screen. “You gotta share more to see more, Bunny.”
“You are a fast learner, Sergeant. I like that.”
“I told you, you can always count on that.”
Bunny took her shirt off, instead of answering him. Bucky’s expression changed pretty quickly when he noticed she had no bra on. God, he needed to touch her, feel her and make her feel good, but he has no idea if that was even possible. His eyes focused on her nipples. How could they look this delicious over a video call? He wanted to latch on them, suck until she was a crying mess under him. 
“You okay, Sarge?”
“God, Bunny, if you call me Sarge or Sergeant one more time, I will come inside my pants.”
“Noted,” she said with a teasing voice. “We wouldn’t want that, would we? I wanna see you first. Then we can make that happen.”
“I wanna see you, too. Coming hard while I tell you dirty things that turn you on.”
“Wow, the old man has a dirty mouth. Who would’ve thought?”
“Are you teasing me?” He asked with a small smile on his lips.
“I am challenging you.” Bucky gave her a suspicious look.
“To do what?”
“To talk dirty for real, James. You are ‘all talk and no action’ sometimes.”
“Oh, is that what we are doing now?” He already sounded challenged by her words. “I should’ve known you wouldn’t like a gentleman.”
“I do like a gentleman, outside the bed. In the bed, they are boring.”
“Okay, okay.” He nodded, trying to decide what to do next. “Good to know. Now, take your clothes off. I wanna see that body.” 
“Is that an order, Sarge?”
“Yes, it is, Bunny.”
“And what if I don’t follow it?” Her voice was so fucking cute, Bucky did not know how she managed to be like this. 
“Then you will be punished accordingly.” He didn’t even think before answering.
“Over the phone?”
“No. I will punish you in person. I will find wherever you live and I will punish you for not following a clear order.” The words spilled out of his mouth without much thought. The second he was done, he realized what he said. God, if she had got scared, she would have had every right to do so.
“That sounds more like a promise.” Her answer was unexpected and didn’t seem wary. Was she not scared of him? At all?
“It can be, but you wouldn’t wanna get punished.” 
“Hmm…” She thought for a second. “Tell me, what do you want? A good girl or a bad one?”
“I want you, Bunny. Whichever you are.” His answer must be unexpected because Bunny’s expression changed for a second. She looked emotional and vulnerable, but she quickly pulled herself together.
“I am a little bit of both.” 
“Then both it is.”
Bunny quickly took her remaining clothes off instead of responding, giving him a look. “Your turn.”
Bucky did the same.
“Now what do you want me to do?” She asked eagerly.
“Touch yourself for me.” She could feel how aroused he was just by hearing his voice. The full view of his erection was helping, too. 
“Touch yourself first.” She sounded so demanding and Bucky couldn’t find the strength to refuse. His flesh hand wrapped around his already painful erection. “With the metal one, Sarge.”
Bucky quickly looked back at her, with confusion written all over his face.
“I promise, I am not a groupie or anything. I just think it would look so hot.”
“A groupie?”
“Google it if you don’t know what it means. I am not gonna embarrass myself by explaining.” Bucky laughed a little.
“I know what it means, Bunny. I just wasn’t sure why I would think you're a groupie.”
“Oh…” She looked at the camera for a second. “You really don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?” He was completely lost.
“That you have fans.”
The look he had was unforgettable: completely lost.
“I have fans?” He repeated mindlessly.
“Nobody told you that, huh?”
“Nope. I have fans?”
“You do.” Bunny giggled. He was really an adorable old man. “People who defend you online. I will explain more later, okay?”
“Okay.” He still sounded confused, but he let it go. The sight in front of him was more interesting than a group of people defending him. 
“Metal hand, around your cock.” She reminded him.
“Right.” She watched him wrap his vibranium fingers around his erection. It was truly a sight.
“Now, your turn.” 
“What do you want me to do?” She quickly asked.
“Do you have a dildo around?”
Bunny was silent for a second. “Yes?” Her tone was hesitant.
“Do you have a favorite?”
She tried not to smile. “Of course.”
“Take that one.” He sounded so confident. It was a huge turn-on. 
“Wait a second.” She left the frame for a while, and Bucky could hear her walking around, looking through her stuff. Finally, she came back with it. 
“You like it big,” Bucky stated after seeing the dildo. It was probably as big as his own dick. No wonder she was so into the pictures he sent.
“Is that a problem?” Her question was genuine. “I can get a smaller one.”
“Why would I want that?” He had no idea. “I want you to enjoy this. That’s why I asked for your favorite.”
Bunny’s concern vanished quickly.
“Now what, Sarge?”
“Now we both start to play with ourselves.”
“Sounds good.” Bucky watched her brushing her fingers against her clit while letting out delicious, low moans. It was nothing too pornographic, and he could feel more blood rushing to his lower side. He started to work on himself pretty slowly with his vibranium hand since it was new to him. He never used his metal fingers before so he was trying to be careful. 
“Use lube.”
“Huh?” Bucky looked like a fish out of water.
“Use lube, it will make it better.” Her fingers were still working on her clit and lips as she spoke. “Or whatever you have. A cream works too, I guess.” 
“I have lube, doll. How do you think my dick survived you for this long?”
She giggled again, and all Bucky wanted to do was kiss her hard. Her lips, her nipples, her wet pussy. Anything… he just needed to taste her. 
“You don’t even need lube, do you?” he asked, trying to distract himself.
“Nope.” She moved her finger away from her pussy, just to show him how wet she is, and the response she got was a loud moan.
“Fuck.” He took a deep breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It was such a raw reaction, and Bunny loved every second of it. “All for me?” 
“All for you, Sarge.”
His fingers started to work faster, and thanks to the lube, it was much better than he expected. He was surprised at how the metal felt against his cock. Definitely didn’t feel like flesh, but it was good. Really good since he could actually move his metal hand faster.
“Can I put this in me?” She asked Bucky for permission to finally use the dildo, and god, he had to stop for a second, not to come instantly. 
“Yes. Yes, you can.” He breathed out, struggling to form sentences at this point, but he managed it.
She pushed the dildo inside her effortlessly and let out a loud moan as she moved it in further. Bucky took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. There is no way you are not gonna come before her. He was talking to himself. Just calm down. 
"Ride that dildo, Bunny. Imagine it's me."
“You want this to be over soon, huh?” Her teasing tone helped him relax. He liked that he wasn’t alone in this.
“You gotta meet me in the middle, Bunny. Otherwise, it’s gonna be embarrassing.”
She didn’t tease or challenge him this time. She just listened to his order and started to ride the dildo as she would ride him. Her movements, the noises she made… She was making things even harder. He felt like he lost control of his fingers. He wanted to slow down, try to come with her, but his metal hand wasn’t listening to him.
“F-fuck.” He breathed out. “I’m- I’m gonna come.” He sounded so pained like he was disappointing her.
“I’m gonna come, too.” Her response was quick. “Sstop holding yourself back.” She was panting, involuntarily showing him how close she actually was.
“Shit. Pinch your nipple for me if you like that.” His metal hand was moving fast on his cock, it was oozing with precum already. 
“I do.” She was out of breath already. “I do.” Pinching her nipple was enough to push her over the edge. “Oh, fuck…” When the first wave of her orgasm hit her, he could see how strong it was. “Fuck, Bucky…” The moment she said his name, he knew he was gone. There was no way he could hold back. “This feels so good. So fucking good.”
“God, Bunny.” He let out a loud moan as his come hit the laptop screen. He gasped as he continued to move his hand until he felt painfully overstimulated.
He had no idea how long the silence between them lasted.
“James?” He heard her silky voice before opening his eyes back up.
“I’m here, Bunny.” She smiled in response. She could see he was still there, but she wasn’t gonna say that.
“That was amazing.” Bunny looked so blissed out.
“Tell me about it.” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe how strong that orgasm was.
He heard Bunny taking another deep breath while looking back at him.
“Look, I know this is not the time…” Bunny sounded more serious than before. The tone got his attention back to her. 
“Tell me.” He suddenly sounded so demanding.
“The timing is horrible.” 
“I don’t care.” He smiled, trying to assure her.
“I won’t be around for a while.” His face dropped when he heard her words. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you tonight. I won’t be online or posting new content.”
"Is something wrong?" He sounded so worried, so panicked. As crazy as it might have been, he didn't want to lose her, especially after this.
“No, no, no.” She quickly assured him. “It's something I have to do. I was working on something for a long time and now it might come to an end. Which is a good thing since that's what I was trying to achieve. I just need to deal with it, then I will be back and I'll explain everything, okay?” Bucky nodded. “Just know that I'll be busy, but I'll come back, okay? No need to worry about me.”
“I will always worry about you.” That was the truth. Even if he knew she was fine, not hearing from her would worry him. “Thank you for telling me.”
***
The next morning, Bucky woke up feeling much better than he ever felt since he was a free man. Last night, things exceeded his expectations. He noticed how much he was overthinking everything, how he never thought she'd be so okay with who he was. He never thought she would be still attracted to him after seeing him. He wasn’t delusional enough to think he had an ugly face. The problem was the things that face was associated with and, yes, he was still convinced she was way out of his league. But she didn’t seem to care, and that was all that mattered to him. 
He quickly got ready. His morning routine was simple, so he could just leave in half an hour: a quick shower, a simple breakfast, and putting on appropriate clothes were enough. After he was done with the essentials, he found a bit of time to send Bunny a good morning message. She might not be able to respond, since she told him she was gonna be busy these days, but he still felt like doing it. And after last night, he had no intention to refrain from following his wishes. Not anymore.
But when he opened the app, he was simply shocked, horrified even… Because Bunny was gone. Completely gone. Her account was deactivated, and only their old messages were still there.
The panic scattered throughout his body like rapid fire, spreading from his chest and burning everything on its path. He had no idea what to do. He didn't have her number or any social media accounts if she had any. He didn’t even know where she lived. Yes, sure, Bunny told him she was going to be away for a while and wouldn't be able to share anything, but deleting her whole account? That was completely unexpected and alarming. He rubbed his face with both of his hands, trying to figure out a way to make sure she was fine.
Slowly, the overthinking returned and took complete control of him. What if she just played it cool yesterday but wanted to vanish after learning who he actually was? The Winter Soldier was a terrifying figure, he would have not blamed her if that had been the case, yet he would have felt betrayed and disappointed. He tried to think of a moment or a small detail that showed she was just trying to act her way out of a dangerous situation, but nothing came to his mind. She was surprised, of course, but after that initial shock, she was back to her normal self. She even wanted to see him more intimately. Was it because she didn’t feel safe anymore? Could she possibly act so flawlessly and show no fear while trying to get away? A part of him didn't believe that couldn’t be true. She was one of the most authentic people he met, even though they did not actually meet in person. That was why he was pulled towards her this much. Another part of him thought this is basically her job. She had to look convincing enough, but looking and acting were completely two different things, and Bucky wasn’t sure of anything anymore. He was so focused on trying to find a logical explanation for everything that he almost didn't hear his phone ring. 
When Bucky grabbed back his phone, he saw the name Sam Wilson on the screen. He didn’t feel like answering, but Sam was stubborn as usual. He called him back again in a second, and Bucky had no choice but to answer at the end.
“Hey, Buck. You ready buddy? I’m on my way and I can give you a lift.”
Bucky made an unintelligible sound, not knowing how to answer. He already forgot about the meeting and the time.
“Please, tell me you are ready. The meeting is in half an hour.”
“I am.” He finally managed to say something back. His own voice sounded robotic and the words were forced, but he had to go through this day to find a way to reach Bunny. Maybe he could ask for Fury’s help to locate her. It would take a lot of convincing, but he would do it for her. To make sure she was safe and sound. To do that, he had to go to this briefing. 
“Okay, I’ll be there in 5.”
***
As Bucky and Sam finally arrived at the SHIELD headquarters, Bucky muttered a simple thank you. They didn't talk much during the ride, which wasn’t unusual, yet Sam suspected something was wrong. Bucky was usually calm and collected. He wouldn't engage in small talk or chat about random topics, but this time he seemed nervous. Sam wanted to ask what was wrong, but after all the time they spent together, he knew it was better to just wait for a sign. That was always more effective. Bucky would recoil into his shell like a freaking turtle if you made a move too soon, and that was the last thing they needed.
As for Bucky, he couldn't stop wondering about all the possibilities in the world and what he should do next. He would have to talk to Fury privately, ask for help, and get out of this mission. After that, he would go on whatever mission they decided to throw his way. No problem. None at all. Just let me be sure she is fine.
While still thinking about the plan in his mind, Bucky found an empty spot in the meeting room and sank down. He was checking his phone regularly to see if there was anything from Bunny or if maybe her profile would be back up, but no. There was nothing at all, and his worry was growing every second. He had no idea how he was supposed to go through this meeting at all.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to end one of the biggest undercover operations in the history of SHIELD.” Fury’s voice got the attention of everyone in the room. “We are going to hit HYDRA where it hurts the most. Innocents will be saved by cutting HYDRA’s biggest financial income. It doesn't get any better than this.” Fury talking about HYDRA got Bucky out of his own head for a second. “This operation has been going on for quite some time and there’s no one better than Agent Elvisa to explain the details before we get to action.” Fury turned his eyes to the side, moving his hand up to introduce the mysterious agent. What Bucky didn't expect was to see Bunny, in flesh and blood, right in front of him. She was wearing a generic SHIELD uniform, her hair neatly tied up in a ponytail, looking composed.
“Thank you, Director Fury.” Hearing her silky voice made Bucky realize he wasn’t dreaming. His eyes widened when he realized he was really standing there, looking perfect in that ugly outfit. He could feel a hole forming in his stomach while Agent Elvisa started to explain the details. She was actively trying to avoid meeting his eyes while talking, showing some statistics and the essential, but Bucky couldn’t hear anything. His ears were ringing.
Since Bunny kept avoiding the eye contact with him, Bucky’s glance turned over to Natasha. She was the one who suggested her, after all. Did she know about this? The woman who he thought was a complete stranger was actually a SHIELD agent. There was no way Natasha did not know this. Was this all an elaborate prank? Maybe orchestrated by Natasha. That would make perfect sense.
Bucky understood that HYDRA was making a lot of money from their human trafficking network, and SHIELD was about to destroy it. He would have loved to focus more on the details since this would have been a personal case for him in another context. He was one of their victims after all. Yet his palms were sweating as he thought about confronting her. Even when he tried hard to understand, his brain didn’t compute any of the information she was giving. It was too loud, too uncomfortable. He felt thirsty and nauseous at the same time.
After the meeting was over, Bucky jolted out of his seat to catch her. He needed a second to talk to her, privately, to understand what the fuck was going on. He thought he deserved that much explanation before going on another mission after everything that happened between them. 
She was talking to someone, but Bucky didn’t pay attention to their conversation. He stopped right next to her, invading all of her personal space without considering how it might look from the outside.
“We need to talk.” His voice was so harsh, it made her flinch. She looked up and met his eyes for the first time, and he could clearly see she was uncomfortable. 
“She was…” The man she was talking to tried to interject, but Bucky was having none of it.
“I’m talking to Agent Elvisa.” God, the way he said her name was stone-cold. It sounded like he wanted to spit her name out. He subtly grabbed her arm. “We need to talk. Right now.”
***
Bucky’s hand didn’t leave her arm until they were tucked inside the closest empty office. He was trying to control himself, but it was so hard when a million questions were running through his head. Yet, he managed to choose one to ask.
“Why?” His eyes were like two daggers.
“Why what?” She managed to say back, a little terrified.
“Why did you do this to me?” The way Bucky asked the question broke her heart. She could hear the disappointment, the pain and betrayal in his voice. “I just need to know why you did this to me.”
“What are you talking about? What did I do to you?” She looked completely clueless, and it hurt Bucky even more. “Look I know…” She tried to explain, but he didn’t let her.
“Was this a joke? Did Natasha put you up to this?” He talked so fast and harshly. “Or was this a bet between co-workers?” She was silent. Completely silent. Trying to understand what he was talking about.
“You think I played with you?” She asked the question like she couldn’t believe him. 
“Didn’t you, Agent Elvisa?” Again, her code name sounded so harsh on his lips. She wasn’t Bunny anymore.
“Playing with you was never my intention.”
“But you did it anyway.” God, he sounded so broken, on the verge of a breakdown.
“I didn’t even know I was talking to you until last night, Bucky.” She was getting emotional, but Bucky wasn’t in the state to notice it. “I could never…”
“You could never what? Make a fool of me? Break my heart? What did you think would happen when you decided to show up and give a presentation in that freaking room?” He raised his hand to point toward the general direction of the meeting room.
“I didn’t know you would be here!” She finally snapped and started to yell back. “I didn’t know I was talking to you until last night! Did you even listen to me back there?”
Bucky looked all lost, trying to understand why that would matter right now.
“I was on an undercover mission all this time. It had nothing to do with you! You think I made a fake account and started creating content just to mess with you? Why would I do that?”
“I… I don’t know.” He didn’t know anything. All he came up with was a list of possibilities.
“I have been doing this for months! I’m trying to catch those bastards, trying to look convincing enough and make them pay for what they did!” She stopped for a second, trying to collect herself. She didn’t want to cry. Not right then. “You think you are so important that I would create a whole ass account instead of just coming and asking you out?”
Her question silenced him for a second, making him wonder what the last sentence meant.
“What did you just say?” 
Right at that moment, someone knocked on the door and stuck their head inside.
“Sergeant Barnes, we have to leave in 10 minutes.”
He didn’t even look their way. “I’m in the middle of something!” It was so harsh yet attractive.
“I know, but Director Fury…”
“Just tell him I need 5 more minutes.” The determination in his tone shook the agent and he left without saying anything in return. As soon as Bucky heard the door close, he repeated his question.
“What did you just say?”
“I don’t know what kind of sick game is going on, but I’m assuming you know I have a crush on you. Maybe Nat told you. I.. don’t know, but I would never do something like this. Not to you, not to anyone. I’d just ask you out and get rejected with pride.”
“You had a crush on me?” He couldn’t believe what she was saying.
“You… didn’t know?”
“No.” They both looked so confused.
“I assumed that you did.” She awkwardly looked around.
“Nope.”
The door was opened without a knock this time and both of them turned their heads simultaneously.
“Buck-” Sam couldn’t even finish his sentence. The double death glare startled him.
“For god's sake! I just need 5 minutes of privacy before I go there and fight. Is that too much to ask?” 
“Okay, man, calm down. I’ll tell Fury.” He quickly looked at Bunny and then at Bucky before closing the door behind him. Both Bucky and Bunny turned their eyes to each other.
“Okay, look… I didn’t play with you.” She started to explain. “No one put me up on a mission to mess with you. I don’t know if this is a twisted game of fate or something else, but I didn’t know you would be involved in this operation, okay?”
“It’s Romanoff’s doing.” He finally put two plus two together, and she nodded slowly. It made sense to her, too. Then they heard Fury talking outside, and they knew that the time was running out.
“We don’t have time for this.” She stated while running her hand through her hair. “Just know that I was going to explain everything after the operation. That’s why I said what I said yesterday.”
Before he could answer her, the door opened once again. No knocking, no hesitation. Bucky was about to yell at them not to interrupt once again, but Fury was standing on the door sill, looking uneasy.
“Barnes, we have no time for…” His eyes darted between both of them. “...whatever this is. We have to leave before it’s too late.”
“Fine.” He finally responded after a short while. “I’m coming, but this conversation is not over, Agent Elvisa.”
“I’ll be waiting, Sergeant Barnes.”
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Summary: Do you have what it takes to save a wounded man's soul? Bucky Barnes sure seems to think so. And he doesn't much care if you're willing or not. Bucky Barnes x Black Reader, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson
Warnings: Smut, DubCon, Cock Warming, Prisoner Reader, Kidnapping (referenced), Drugging (mentioned), Light Stockholm Syndrome, Manhandling, Cursing, Potential Future Stucky (if you squint), Minors DNI
A/N: This is a dark fic unrelated to anything I have previously written, so please heed the above warnings. Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Let me know what you think.
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You’d been sitting like this for the better part of an hour. 
“Please, sir…” You sob as your hands grip the table in front of you. “Can-can I please move?” 
Having only recently returned from a mission, he’d sought you out the moment he’d arrived back at the hidden compound. And now you were perched on his lap, while his thick, hard cock remained nestled deep inside you. Keeping him warm.
“No.” Bucky growls before slicing off another piece of apple. Using his knife, he holds it to your lips. You shiver at the gleam of the blade when it catches a hint of sunlight, sending memories flooding back. 
Reminding you of a time when you used to be free. 
“Not hungry, moya dorogoy?” My darling. Your captor purrs as he traces the seam of your lips with the chunk of fruit, even as you shake your head no. “You need to eat. You’ve lost weight since I’ve last seen you.” You can't help the way your pulse thrums whenever he speaks to you in Russian.
Knowing that it will make him happy, you reluctantly accept his offering. You take your time as you chew, keenly aware that your every move is being watched. 
Studied. 
Committed to memory. 
You were slowly learning that this man possessed a number of dark and twisted fantasies. All of which seemed to revolve around you. Starting with the one that had initially led him to abduct you in the first place. 
Your eyes flutter closed as you recall the first time you’d seen him. It was almost as if you’d been drawn in by the beautifully broken man. The pain in his battle-hardened eyes, the hurt…it had called to you the day he had walked into your shop. 
You’d wanted to help him, fix him. 
At the time he'd been quiet, only concerned with making his purchase and leaving. And then he’d returned days later to steal you away in the middle of the night. Simply plucked you from your bed without uttering a single word. And then you'd awoken from a drugged sleep in a bedroom that you did not recognize.
Of course you’d put up a fight at first, holding out hope that someone - anyone - would come for you. 
But you’d been wrong. 
After all, he was Bucky Barnes, the newly reformed Winter Soldier. He was one of the so-called good guys now. A force for peace, a soldier for justice. And Captain America’s right-hand man. 
You should’ve known better. 
You should’ve known it was over when Sam Wilson, the one they called Falcon, had come to see you one day. His handsome face had been a mask of sympathy as he stood in your doorway, holding the keys to your gilded cage.   
He’d actually apologized for all of it. For everything. Including his role in helping cover up your captor’s tracks, along with virtually erasing your entire existence. 
But no, Sam wouldn’t help you. He couldn’t.
Not after he’d seen for himself just how your very presence had calmed the wounded veteran that he now called a friend. 
He’d made it clear that you were here to stay. For good. 
And what’s worse? Steve Rogers, Captain America, the leader of the Avengers, had signed off on all of it. Together, the three of them had vowed to never speak of the incident again. You belonged to the Winter Soldier now, to use as he wished. 
And he would never let you go.
“Where do you go?” Your keeper rasps as his soft, warm lips glide their way up the column of your throat. “Where do you go when you leave me?”
“Home.” You grit out, which earns you a dark chuckle. "I go home."
A whimper escapes you when he finally gives in and moves his hips just a fraction. Just enough to send sparks of pleasure shooting through you. Bucky smiles against your skin as he feels your walls contract around him. Your weeping pussy threatening to make an even bigger mess on his thickly muscled thighs.
And you hate yourself for it.
“Your place is here, with me.” Bucky thrusts again, enjoying the sound of your soft, sweet cries. He loves watching the way your traitorous body betrays you. He lives for how pliable and willing you become when he takes you into his arms night after night. “I’m your home now.”
A quiet groan rumbles past his throat as your greedy core milks him, seemingly of its own volition. “There we go, moya khoroshaya devochka. My good girl.”
You shouldn’t fucking want this.
You bite down hard on your lip, determined not to let him see you cry. But it’s all quickly becoming too much.
“You taste so good.” Bucky laps at a stray tear that makes its way down your cheek. “Your submission, your acceptance. You were meant for me.” He grunts as he slowly increases his pace. “You feel how your body welcomes mine?” His cool metal fingers dip between your soaked folds, reveling in your wetness. 
“No!” You hiss as you go limp, your head falling back to rest itself on his powerful shoulder. “I don-don’t want this!”
“You’re lying.” He growls, his mouth hovering just above your ear. “Even now your body betrays you. Look.” Bucky holds up two glistening digits. “I said look!” He commands again, his tone sharp.
“Mmphm!” You whine as he thrusts them into your mouth, nearly choking you. Meanwhile, his hips continue to piston in and out of you with ever growing force. So much so that you’re now bouncing on his lap.
The intimate sounds of your flesh colliding create a beautifully vulgar melody, filling the empty hall.
“That’s right, milaya devushka. Sweet girl.” His sharp teeth nip at your jaw as he masterfully owns your body. “Take me. Use me.”
He was giving you permission. Permission to use him the way he so often used you. For pleasure. For warmth. For comfort.
“Ah, fuck!” You mewl around him as you finally allow your primal self to take control. Driven by an indescribable need, you begin to move with him, your hips bucking and writhing as you give him what he wants. 
One day, you knew, he would succeed in taking everything from you. He’d already managed to strip you of your free will and self-respect. What more was left?
“Yes! That’s it.” Bucky rasps, his voice deep and rough as your greedy cunt continues to work him up and down. “Fucking perfect.” He finally removes his fingers from your mouth so that he can wrap his vibranium arm around your waist. He lifts you then so that he can bend you over the table. His pulsating cock momentarily slips from your heat, the brief loss of contact leaving you feeling cold and bereft.
You ached for him. And you positively despised yourself for it.
A high-pitched cry, yours, fills the air as he viciously shoves into you once more. “Oh, God! Bucky!” You rise on your toes as he bottoms out inside of you, his impressive member stretching your sensitive tissues as he finds a brutal, unrelenting rhythm. He was almost always like this when he fucked you. Claimed you. 
You knew you would continue to feel him long after he was through.
Bucky lets out a roar as continues making use of your body, the heavy weight of his balls slapping against your poor, overworked pussy. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, ensuring you would be left with bruises tomorrow. 
His version of a brand. 
Your desperate hands claw at the wood beneath you as the pleasure continues to build, the sheer power of it threatening to consume you. Because, although you were loath to admit it, you were beginning to crave his touch. 
Deep down, there was a part of you that desired his dominion over you. You fought it, yes. And you would continue to fight. But one day soon, you knew. You just knew.
That this man, James “Bucky Barnes, would soon become the keeper of your very soul.  
And there wasn’t a fucking thing you could do about it.
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Sam watches his friend and teammate fuck you mercilessly from his place located just outside the door.
“This is wrong, Steve.” He whispers, unable to look away as Bucky tears at your blouse, exposing your breasts. “We should stop this, stop him.”
“You know it’s too late for that.” The other man replies, stroking a hand over his bearded jaw. 
“It’s not.” The former military man growls back. “We can find another way to help him. We can -”
“We tried it your way, Sam. It didn’t work.” Steve responds, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “For whatever reason, she keeps him sane.” 
“Steve.” He tries one more time, closing his eyes as the sound of your frenzied cries grow louder, echoing throughout the compound. “Please.”
“She stays. That’s an order, soldier.” He’d do anything for his best friend. Even if it meant damning his soul in the process. 
Shaking his head, Steve turns on his booted heel and strides away. Only pausing to adjust his aching dick once he’s convinced he’s out of sight. 
And maybe, just maybe, if you somehow managed to save Bucky…
Then perhaps you just might be his Savior too. 
END
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hellabigsimp · 2 years
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Do you like this Position? Bucky Barnes x Reader Oneshot
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: After a long mission, Steve, Sam and Bucky all converge on their favourite tech specialist, wanting nothing more than to hang out and have fun. Only the didn’t expect it to hot and heavy…
Warnings: drinking, sort of alluding to sex, please don’t interact if you are a minor.
A/N: I got the inspo of TikTok and I just couldn’t get it out my head. So here it is! I might do a part two if people want actual filth.
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“You have to do it,” Sam says, pointing his finger at you. “We want to see now. You claim you can raise his heart rate, then do it.”
You weren’t sure how the night had ended like this, but you somehow had Steve, Sam and Bucky squished into your lounge in your shoebox apartment. They had come back from a mission and needed some pick me up fun, so they came to their favourite tech specialist apartment.
Aka you.
There was drinking, the only ones getting tipsy was Sam and you, since the other two super soldiers couldn’t. As more drinks were shared between Sam and you, the more devious plans you two concocted.
On the table in the lounge was the heart rate monitor you had recently fixed for the medical wing. You had been testing it out when the boys had rocked up. Instantly Sam was on it, attaching it to himself.
Then the games began. You all were trying to raise each other’s heart rates by doing stupid things, showing videos and dancing somewhat provocatively. Once the first lap dance from Steve was given to Sam, that’s when things started going down hill.
You swore up and down, you could make Buckys heart rate sky rocket, you were sure of it. Lately there had been some suggestive and flirty texts and conversations you had shared. You were attracted to him, no doubt about it. The man fascinated you to no end, you were enraptured from the beginning when Steve brought him back to the compound.
You were never sure you could act on the suggestions though, you thought maybe he was doing it for fun and needed an overly friendly friend. Just that. But the issue with you, was that as soon as alcohol was in your system, you were bold. You were confident.
Which got you into trouble.
“Don’t doubt me Birdbrain,” you said, pointing at Sam. “I am not afraid to prove it.”
Bucky had chuckled at the suggestion to begin with but the more Sam and you goaded each other, the reality dawned on him. “You really don’t need to do it.”
The heart rate monitor was already attached to him, his heart rate spiking a little as his imagination ran wild a little at all the possibilities you might try to get his heart rate up.
“See birdbrain, I’m already winning and I haven’t even done anything yet,” you stick your tongue out and down the rest of your drink, the buzz enough to give you that boost.
You stand up from the floor, your head spinning ever so slightly. You weren’t drunk enough not to know what you were doing, just buzzed. You knew how to handle alcohol.
Sam whoops, making Steve laugh. You didn’t care about the audience. You had a bet to win. You look eyes with Bucky, his blue eyes wide. You could see him swallow, his tongue darting over his bottom lip.
You smirk at him as you saunter over, swaying your hips from side to side, running your hands up your body. You could feel your own heart start to race as you edge closer.
Bucky was sitting on the sofa, leaning back comfortably. He was in exactly the position you wanted. You spot the heart rate monitor, the number rising steadily.
“You ready Sergeant?” You whisper. You could hear Steve snort his drink behind you, but you didn’t care. As you stood in front of him, Bucky’s gaze locked on you, his eyes filled with this sudden hunger that would make sober you blush. He gives you a small nod.
You didn’t hesitate as you rested your knee on the sofa, swinging your leg over till you were comfortably straddling the man in front of you. Your core was pressed down against him, you could feel yourself starting to get wet, pleasure pooling.
Buckys hands automatically found the lower of your back, dangerous close to grabbing your ass. You let out a small gasp when his hand lowered a little. The heart rate monitor spiked quickly.
You grinned, resting your hands on his hard chest, you lower yourself, whispering in his ear.
“Do you like this position, Sergeant?”
Bucky couldn’t help but let out a small moan, his hands tightening the hold they had on you, his erection pressed against your core. He couldn’t get enough of you. The heart rate monitor was beeping loudly in the back ground.
You wanted to stay like this, your own body hot with need for this man. But you felt a cushion hit you on the back of the head. You look over your shoulder. Both Sam and Steve were watching with wide eyes, both of them somewhat aroused by the scene too.
“Alright, you win.” Sam said, downing his drink. “You win.”
“I told you birdbrain,” you say, regretfully getting off Buckys lap. “Never make a bet with me, I’ll always win.”
The need was still coursing through your body and you knew you needed release. But you couldn’t very well do it with company, especially the super soldiers. You sit down next to Bucky, who had taken the cushion and placed it on his lap, hiding the erection you had felt.
You crossed your legs, trying to ease the throbbing between your own legs, not that it was working. You grabbed another drink, opening it and down it, as an attempt to cool down.
It definitely didn’t work.
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bi-ss · 3 months
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~ Ties that bind ~
Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.
Warnings- violence, guns/weapons, illegal stuff, drugs, smut eventually, Sharon being a bitch, swearing.. That's all I can think of but every chapter will have its own warnings.
(Spelling may be bad as I'm very dyslexic sorry in advance)
Ps. When I read Arrange marriage fics it's always either she's dating Nat and she betrays him in some stupid way or does something else that is confusing or its like her father sold her and she's a massive brat, if that's your cup of tea great but I find it rlly weird 🤷‍♀️ that's just me though.
I might try and get the setting the scene part out tomorrow, but I am working like, so we'll see <3
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