#what no pen pressure and no stabilization does to a motherfucker

[golden-barnes]

Audacity

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Bucky has a long list of reasons to hate John Walker. But the fake Captain America deciding to flirt with you, definitely takes the cake.

Category: Smut 18+

Warning: Jealous Bucky is just soft dom! Bucky, dirty talk, penetrative sex, slight chocking, closet sex, and just John Walker being annoying

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: trying out this new format bc I liked the way it look when I did the Spencer Reid fic. A small spoiler warning for the newest FATWS episode but other than that it’s like an AU bc this really has nothing to do with yesterdays’ episode. Comment and reblog pls and thank you!

There’s a lot to hate about John Walker. The fact that he is trying to replace Steve as a cheap version of Captain America. His stupid face and the way he handles the shield. Even the way he speaks comes off as pretentious and arrogant.

But what really made Bucky seethe with anger is the fact that his little beady eyes would not stop looking at you. Undressing you with his eyes. Taking in every move and gesture you made. It made Bucky’s blood boil. He kept clenching and unclenching his fist. How haven’t you noticed his insisting fucking starring? 

“Can you chip your teeth? Because I’m pretty sure you might by how clenched your jaw” Sam said, patting Bucky on the back. He just rolled his eyes but decided not to say anything. 

There was nothing that can be done. They made a silent pack not to anger the imposter. The government had asked Sam, Bucky and you to help out with a smuggling ring that they have discovered and low and behold, their little Captain America got his ass handed to him. They basically begged them to help. Bucky almost screamed a Fuck no into their faces but you managed to hold him off from punching the soldier that appeared at your apartment. 

You turned around and bent over to pick up something. You were unaware that the fake Captain America licked his crusty lips while looking at you. He kept eying you like a piece of meat. Bucky rolled his eyes again and turned to Sam who was quietly reading the reports.

“Can I punch him?” Bucky whispered to Sam.

“Do you want your pardon to be revoked?” Sam said to him, not even looking up from the reports.

“There’s nobody here. Y/N won’t say anything. You definitely won’t mind.” Bucky whispered, glaring at the blond man that kept staring at you. You clearly didn’t give a shit about him. Therefore, why was he still looking at you?

Sam rolled his eyes at his ex-assassin friend. “Yeah, and later we can steal the shield.” Sam looked up from the reports and pushed them to the side. 

“Exactly! Yeah, now that’s a plan.” Bucky said excitedly, standing up from his chair trying to make his way to John before being stopped by Sam, who grabbed his friend by the arm and pulled him back into his chair. Before Bucky could protest, he heard you whistle at them. 

“Hey, guys! I think I have something.” You said. The three men surrounded you, while you were explaining how you found out the new base location for the smuggling ring.

Bucky tried his best to focus on what you were saying and your explanation, but he couldn’t help but notice that the Kmart version of Captain America was inching closer and closer to you. Didn’t this man have a wife? Bucky swore he read that somewhere. Why does he keep staring and getting closer to you?

“Oh! Sorry, ma’am.” The jackass said, when he “accidentally” bumped into you, he grabbed your waist and forearm to stabilize you. 

“It’s okay.“ You told him, and let out a soft chuckle. Bucky felt his pen explode in his hand. The three of you turned to the pouty super soldier who just rolled his eyes and went back to looking at the schematics. 

You knew something was up with Bucky. He didn’t say anything. Not after the pen exploding incident. Not even when you were joking around with Sam. He loved making witty comebacks to your jokes. It was your thing. 

But maybe it was John Walker’s presence that made it uncomfortable for him. You knew Bucky hated the guy, mostly cause he took Steve’s spot without earning it. But there was something more to this. Bucky has always had a staring problem, but the number of sharp glares he has been sending to Walker has been enough to alert anyone. You couldn’t comfort him, not without making it super apparent that you are dating. And Bucky had already expressed that he doesn’t want to publicize it unless it’s only Sam that’s around. 

“Agent Y/L/N, I think I found something,” Torres said, signaling to you to go follow him upstairs. You took one last look at Bucky, who was still glaring at the oblivious John Walker.

“Damn, I don’t know how you guys get any work done with that around you all the time,” John said, staring at you walking up the stairs. More specifically, staring at your ass. 

Bucky looked at Sam, almost begging him to let him punch the douchebag that is this man. But Sam gripped his forearm. Bucky will not lose his pardon like this. 

“How about we focus on the damn mission?” Bucky almost growled. John Walker put his hands up.

“I’m sorry man. It’s just- look at her.” John sat back and leaned into his chair. From the distance, he could see you talking to Torres. 

“C’mon man. You asked us for our help but we aren’t here to do all the work.” Sam said trying to be the peacemaker between the super-soldier with a murderous gaze and the soldier with the wondering eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah sorry.” John said trying to go back to the records. You were descending from the stairs and walking over to them. John brought his attention back to you. The way your hips would sway when you walked. The confidence in every step. Everything Bucky loved, and apparently fucking John did too.

“Guys, I think we need to rest for today. I am a little bit burned out. I think we all are.” You said, with your hands on your hips. Bucky felt his heart clench, you did look tired. Especially because you were almost doing all the work and piecing all of the clues. 

“That’s an incredible idea.” Sam said stretching in his chair. He also looked tired. It made Bucky feel bad that he has been focusing all his energy on glaring and not helping out. He almost felt guilty.

Almost because a surge of rage flows through him again. John “Can’t take a hint” Walker smirked at you while you were grabbing the files that were on the table. 

Bucky didn’t even give you a chance to say goodbye. To Sam or the annoying motherfucker that made Bucky want to break rule number 2.

“Woah, Buck. what are you doing?” You said while the brunet dragged you around the base. His grip on your forearm was hard but not enough for it to hurt. Bucky wouldn’t hurt you, not in any way you wouldn’t like it. 

There was something about how Bucky was walking, the silence, the way he was searching for something but never letting go of you.

Bucky opened up a closet door. 

“Get in, doll.”  He whispered in your ear, in a low deep voice. You let out a gasp, feeling goosebumps all over your body. You looked at Bucky in the eyes, and you knew he wasn’t in the mood for a fight. You entered the closet space without protesting.

It was a small storage closet. It barely had anything in it so you felt cramped. You turned to Bucky, while he closed the door. The man stalked towards you and you walked backward till your back hit the wall. Bucky had you cornered, and you didn’t mind it.

“Did you have fun, doll?” Bucky said, getting close to your face. His hands went to your hips, pulling you towards him. 

“Buck, what are you talking about?” You whispered to him. Bucky rolled his eyes and took one of his hands off your hips. Placing it on your neck, lightly applying some pressure to it. You gasped at his touch, he chuckled a bit at your reaction. 

“C’mon darling. Did you have fun playing around with the imposter Captain America? I mean he had fun looking at you. So I’m assuming that you had fun being looked at.” He said, with his hand still on your neck and his face inches away from your face. You looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Oh, you didn’t notice that. Well, I did. Maybe I should teach you who do you belong to. Would you like that sweetheart?” He said, his breath tickling your lip. You nodded, breathless. Bucky smiled at you.

The hand that was around your neck, went to your chin. Grabbing it and pulling you closer so that your lips would meet. His hands started to wander across your body, while yours looped around his neck. 

Your kisses started to grow hungrier, more desperate. As if Bucky spotted kissing you, you would fade away. His hands reached the zipper of your pants and pulled it down. Not even breaking from your kiss, Bucky managed to push your pants down. You break from your kiss to get out of them, while Bucky took off his pants and underwear.

He didn’t wait. He pushed you softly back on the wall and started to leave kisses and soft bites all over your neck. 

“Jump, baby girl,” He said softly against your skin, patting your butt.

 And you did just so. Wrapping your legs around his waist, with one of his hands on your ass and another moving your panties to the side. 

“Hold that there, baby. Let me make you feel so good.” Holding his neck with one hand, you moved another hand to hold your panties to the side, to make it easy for him.

“Good girl.”And with one thrust, he was inside you, hitting all the spot. You moaned and gripped the back of his neck tightly.

“Like that doll? Can anyone else do this to you uhn? C’mon doll give me everything you got.” With every word that came out of his mouth, he would thrust hard and deep into you. You felt lightheaded. Your legs tightening around his waist but his thrust wouldn’t stop.

“Fuck, Buck. Don’t stop.” You gasped. Bucky kept kissing your neck. Overloading your senses. You were close, you knew it. Bucky knew it. You could feel him grin against your skin.

“Who makes you feel this good, doll?” He asked. You gasped at his sudden change in pace. He started to thrust more desperately, less controlled. He was close too.

“You. Fuck, only you.Shit, Bucky. I’m going to cum.”  Bucky smirked at you.

“Then cum, doll.” Bucky silenced your cries with his lips. Still thrusting into you, letting you ride your high and getting to his. And that wouldn’t be long.

With one final thrust, Bucky came. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and let you down.

“I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You said, putting on your pants.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiled at you. You slapped his chest lightly, which made him laugh.

“I hope you realize that I would never go with discount Captain America over there.” You joked which made Bucky laugh even harder. You both were dressed and tried to look as decent as you could to leave the closet and the base.

“Let’s hope that fucking in an army base won’t be the reason you lose your pardon.” You said, grabbing Bucky’s hand, to give him reassurance. He gave you a smirk.

“Maybe if we let them watch, they won’t take it away,” Bucky replied to you, giving you a wink. 

“Yeah and get John Walker to join would also help your case.” Bucky stopped in his tracks and looked at you.

“Oh, you are gonna get it when we get home.” Now it was your turn to wink at your boyfriend.

“I’m hoping I do.” Bucky shook his head but pulled you closer to him. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, walking towards the exit of the base. Confident that John Walker couldn’t take you away from him.

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[singtheskyandfightlikehell]

...so this is (hopefully) my last original post on this topic bc unless i see a take shittier than any i’ve already seen, i’m gonna take my own advice and shift my political focus to union and grassroots efforts. Anyway:

Electoral politics are less impactful than union efforts ffs the general election has a set number of outcomes and they're all predictable and they all suck for the working classes can any wannabe socialists please educate themselves on American imperialism and also the effectiveness of unions instead of posting about the general election? Bc both those issues are more important towards an actual revolution of the working classes than any mind bending hypocritical defense of Biden or Harris you could give me.

I fucking swear if there's one statement I'm sick of by now it's that "well unless you can figure out a revolution before November, you better start simping for Biden, honey"

This isn't a new sentiment, motherfucker. You and everyone's mother and even dumbass little old freshly minted voter me was saying it four years ago. And yeah, there wasn't a revolution before 2016 November. But you know what else there wasn't? A revolution in the four years since. And you know what else there won't be? A revolution in the next four years (definitely not under Biden, probably not under Trump).

It's almost like the American military, a military designed for global imperialism, a military which commits human rights violations on the regular while the UN does fuck all, accompanied by a militarized police force, is too armed to be taken out by citizens.

Now the people who make this statement typically believe that the REAL way to enact change is from within, via voting. Voting can, theoretically, do a lot to give people power. In practice, it can still do a little. Personally, I support voting because it's just one more piece of red tape for the elites to deal with. We will never be allowed to vote a socialist in as president in the United States. But we could maybe vaguely irritate and waste the time of the elites who will maintain power regardless. For a good rundown on all the ways we can’t enact real change, I’d recommend checking out the end of Malcolm Harris’ Kids These Days: The Making of Millennials

And fuck it, sure, vote Biden. Just as long as you don't become a doormat in the process. Biden is a small step right while Trump is a giant leap right and there are arguments for why Biden is better. But those arguments are not "but he's not Trump" (see Žižek on Marine Le Pen) and they are not "but he's an inch to left and if we keep inching left we'll reach socialism eventually" and they are not "Biden will allow America to be imperial but like in a nice way". They can be "we can pressure him a bit left" BUT only if you don't preface that with "oh please Mr Biden step on my face if it means getting rid of Trump you could literally kill my wife and I'd still vote for you" bc idk if you know this but saying that is also called surrendering your ability to pressure a politician.

At the local level, we can enact small changes that will NEVER add up to real structural change, but they can still help a few people here and there and really that's enough for me to put an afternoon into voting. It's like charity. No amount of charitable donations will end global poverty (see Jason Hickel’s The Divide), but the donations that actually get to people do make a difference, just at the individual level. (Or how neither tipping nor not tipping will fix the shitty system of underpaid wait staff, but at least with a tip the individual worker gets paid).

America, regardless of its leader, is too powerful, too imperial, and fundamentally cannot and will not exist in a world where the material stability of any and all persons is an expected right. If we lived in an easier world, the entire (yes the entire) American government could be thrown back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. Unfortunately, we cannot do this.

Anyway this is all a very long and complicated way of saying that 1: the federal government is too big and holds too much power to exist, idc how left-wing the top dog is (not that they'll ever be particularly left-wing); 2: there will very likely not be a successful revolution in the traditional sense of the word (though if there is all you blue no matter who pseudo socialist fucks had better be out there supporting it); 3: unions can help to dismantle concentrations of power in the government and will do more towards a revolution than calling people Russian ever will; 4: so will educating yourself on America's imperialism, human rights violations, and exploitation of the global south

If you're giving leftists phrases like "I'm a socialist but" or "I don't see this magical revolution that needs to happen before November", then here's a statement for you to mull over: six months of simping for Biden online will do less to effect real progressive change than a single afternoon spent helping unions

#damn isn't it funny how we have very little political power as individuals #but as a collective of individuals we do have the ability to influence culture #and through culture politics #and one of the big things we can do is carefully select our language #and apparently the collective that is liberal social media #has decided that the most empowering language to use to prevent fascism #is demanding that people do something they find morally repulsive without question or criticism #and then pretending like those demands are in fact the only ethical things that can be said in the realm of politics? #wouldn't it be neat if we oh idk deliberately used language on social media to remind politicians that they are servants? #language as power has strong limitations of course #but as i said we have very little power #might want to not squander the scraps that haven't been taken from us yet #at least as long as it's... u know... quick and easy and costs 0 dollars to not use language that reinforces the power of the elites #regardless of the so-called ethics of the individual elite