#bucky barnes fanficiton
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omg remi i keep meaning to send in asks for your event but i always forget i’m so sorryxbzbdbz
request time!! what about "Come get me? I miss you." with any of your bucky’s, with a kisses extra please? <3
Ahhhh this one was fun to write <3 i had to stop before it got too long lmao
Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Avenger!Reader
Word Count: 1.5K
Summary: Bucky gets handsy when he's drunk lol
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drunk!bucky, implied smut at the end, due to the content of my blog this is 18+ only
A/N: this is unbeta'd all mistakes are my own
Masterpost || Bucky Masterlist || Event Post
It wasn't that Bucky was a lightweight. No, it was that asgardian liquor had a certain kick to it that sent Bucky into a drunken handsy mess. You sat in his lap, his hand roaming and squeezing the muscles of your legs and your hips and he nuzzled his nose into your neck.
As he laughed into your skin at something Steve said, you couldn't help but think back to the first time you'd seen him drunk, which was the first time he'd felt comfortable letting loose like that in front of the rest of the team.
You'd grown tired of the party earlier than he did, retiring to your shared room for the rest of the evening and taking the opportunity to have a self care night. You took a bath, washed your face, did a mask, your nails - the whole nine yards.
Finally in pajamas, hair dry and skin feeling the softest it's been in awhile, you crawled into bed, your comfort show on the TV as you got comfy. Then your show paused and FRIDAYs voice called your name through your speakers.
A sigh left your lips as you shut your eyes, "Yes?"
"Mr. Barnes is requesting to speak with you," She announced and your brows scrunched. He could just come back to the room if he wanted to talk to you so bad. But part of you had your anxiety peaking - maybe something happened downstairs and it was an emergency.
"Put him through."
"Yes ma'am." It was only a moment of quiet where you were questioning everything before Bucky's voice filled the room.
"Babyyyy," he sang out, "Baaabyyyy."
You shook your eyes as you got ready to stand, "Yes, my love?" You called back and you heard his gasp as if he didn't know you'd answer. He must've been calling for you before FRIDAY connected him.
"You answered!" You could hear the smile in his words as he told you about how he didn't think you'd still be awake.
"I'm awake, but not for much longer," You informed him, "What's going on?"
He was quiet for a moment before he finally replied, "Can you come get me?" His voice was small and you couldn't hear a smile anymore, "I miss you."
There was a tugging in your heart as you threw the covers off of your legs and stood from the bed.
"Where are you, Bucky?"
"At the compound," You rolled your eyes, but decided not to tell him you were also already there. "In the activity room. Everyone already went to bed."
"And they left you there by yourself?" You slipped on your fuzzy socks, the damn floors Stark had chosen were always freezing the bottoms of your feet, and he confirmed his statement. "Stay there okay? I'll be there soon."
You disconnected the call from FRIDAY before telling her to keep an eye on Bucky while you made your way down, taking the elevator ride to mentally prepare yourself for whatever state the team had left Bucky in.
Padding down the hallway, you slowed at the corner leading to the activity room when you heard voices. When you peaked around the corner, you saw a very out of it Bucky leaning against a sober looking Steve.
"I know where she is, I can take you to her," Steve tried to convince Bucky but your boyfriend shook his head.
"Nuh uh, she tol' me she was comin 'ere," His brows were scrunched when he looked at Steve, "I ain't movin'." Steve chuckled and shook his head and you couldn't help but do the same.
"Alright, pal, we'll wait together yeah?" You couldn't stop the small smile that grew on your lips as you watched Bucky's head lean against his friend's shoulder. You gave him another moment to relax with Steve before you rounded the corner, sneaking your way over to the couch.
Steve spotted your first, catching you in the corner of his eye, and he smiled and waved. You returned the gesture before seeing Bucky with his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful you didn't want to wake him, but you also didn't want Steve to have to be stuck here all night, not that he'd complain - he'd do anything for Bucky even if it meant sitting still on the couch all night.
"Hey, punk," Steve softly said, getting a hum out of Bucky, "Open your eyes, look who's here."
Bucky's eyes lazily opened, sluggishly scanning the room before landing on you, snapping the rest of the way open as a giant smile broke out on his face.
"Baby!" He called for you, holding his hands out to touch you and you closed the distance, stepping into his hands as they wound around your back and pulled you forward. He buried his face in your stomach, taking a deep inhale as your fingers threaded through his hair. "You came."
"Of course I did," You muttered into his hair before placing a kiss there and looking at Steve, thanking him for watching over you boyfriend.
"You got this?" he whispered to you and you nodded.
"Yeah, if I need help, I'll call you." He nodded and stood, patting you on the shoulder before walking down the hall.
"You wanna go back to our room, hm?" You asked, pulling Bucky's face away from your stomach so you could see him.
He nodded and you tried to help him stand, though it was hard with his wandering hands. Eventually, you got him to his feet, and half carried him to the elevator. With him propped against the wall, you leaned over, pressing the button for your floor.
His arms wrapped around you from behind, his metal hand pushing its way up and under your shirt, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it in his grip. You let him lean into you, his other hand coming around your front, drawing lazy patterns over your stomach before it started to tease at your waistband, his pink pushing the edge of it trying to get past it.
You grabbed his hand, giggling at the sound of disappointment that rumbled behind you. "Bucky, you know there are cameras all over this place, including the elevators right?"
"So? I wan touch you," his hand on your breast squeezed as his lips placed lazy kisses on your neck and you had to keep yourself together at the sensation the cool of his metal against your nipple did to you.
"I know you do," You said, looking over your shoulder at him, "But do you want to give Stark a free show?" His nose pressed into your neck as he grumbled.
"No. . ." He muttered after a while earning another giggle from you as his hand still hadn't left your chest.
"Then, if you can stay awake once we get back to our room, you can touch me all you want." You promised, nudging his nose with yours and smiling as his eyes lit up with determination.
"I can," He said, swaying as he stepped back from you, "I can stay 'wake."
The elevator stopped on your floor and you helped him get to the bedroom, helping him sit on the bed and take his shoes off. He laid back on top of the comforter with a sigh before looking at you and giving you grabby hands.
You placed one of your hands in his, leaning over him to place a kiss on his lips, "I'll be right back, okay?" He pouted at you but nodded, leaning up to mold his mouth with yours once more before letting your hand go and watching you walk off to the restroom.
When you came back, he was lightly snoring, laying the wrong way on the bed. You tried waking him to move him, but he was out cold, so you grabbed the pillows from the head of the bed and moved them to where he was. You pulled out an extra blanket, since he was laying on top of the other ones, and once you had him turned to his side just in case, you snuggled in behind him, throwing the blanket over the both of you.
His laugh snapped you out of the memory and you looked down at him. He glanced up at you, catching your gaze and his smile softened.
"What is it?" He asked, squeezing your leg.
"Nothing," You grinned, leaning down to his ear, "Do you wanna come upstairs with me before you get too tired?" You asked, taking the lobe of his ear between your teeth for a split second before pulling away.
When you looked at him again, the pupils in his eyes had blown wide and he had a single-minded gaze on you.
"Get up," he ordered, "Let's go." You stood giggling, bidding everyone a good night before Bucky all but chased you to the elevator, almost giving Stark a show on the way up to your room where, this time, Bucky didn't know the meaning of the word tired. All. Night. Long.
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hi :D let me ask you : would you consider writing a (any bucky)bucky x reader that the reader is a virgin and like with size kink and corruption kink and innocence kink you know ? maybe a bit of possessiveness?? —i never had my first kiss even tho i’m 24 and like i am having a hard time finding a fic that fits that ? so i was just wondering pls feel free to ignore this thank u
If I Stay
Pairing: Bucky x reader (virgin!reader)
Word Count: 3,017
Summary: You and Bucky have been seeing each other for a while and he's been more than happy to take it slow but tonight you're ready for more.
Author's Note: Thanks a bunch for this request anon! I wish I could give you this Bucky! I hope you enjoy this and your day! Hugs! ❤️ PS: I wish my first time was like this and I wish it was with Bucky beacuse he's literally perfect and I know that most people's first time is not this good- I wish it was for all of us- but Bucky is my favorite fictional perfect man and therefore if he was your first time it would be perfect. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you love🥰
Warnings: dom/sub vibes, teasing, light dirty talk, praise kink, Bucky loves that he's your first, fingering, oral (f rec), unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), cursing, smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)
Gif not mine: Credit goes to @zacharylevis
“Thanks for walking me home Bucky.”
Your nervous hands fumble with your bag as you try to search for your keys, his intense stare sending a wave of heat over your skin.
He smiles. A lopsided grin that spreads his plump lips and crinkles the corners of his eyes before he steps into your space. Your back presses against the door and his chest brushes yours.
“Of course, doll face,” he hums. “Thanks for lettin’ me take ya out again.”
His metal hand rests above your head and along the doorframe while the other reaches up to gently cup your cheek. He leans in and you close your eyes, your breath caught in your throat. With a soft press of his lips, he kisses the corner of your mouth and you feel a slight tinge of disappointment.
Your eyes open as he pulls back and his expression sharpens at whatever he sees in your gaze.
“Fuck baby girl,” he hisses. “Tell me what you want.”
It takes you a moment to find your voice but when you do you boldly slide your fingers along his jacket, grabbing the open ends tugging him closer.
“Kiss me,” you whisper, dropping your eyes to his lips.
Before you can register his movements he has one large hand wrapped around the nape of your neck and the other grazing along your waist. His lips cover yours and you drop your bag, a breathy moan leaving the back of your throat.
His hand tightens at the back of your neck and he groans, his kiss growing more intense and demanding. When you feel the hardness of his cock press against your stomach you whimper and grind your hips.
He breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. His own are dark, his lashes lowered and his lips parted with his heavy breathing.
You feel two of his fingers slip under the hem of your dress and then he freezes. Desire and something else wars in his expression and then his hand drops to his side and he leans his forehead to yours. His hand closes around your waist and he tightens his grip.
“Bucky?” you squeak.
His eyes lift and he takes a small step back.
“I’m a gentleman,” he says with a wry smile.
“I know,” you answer breathlessly.
His gaze washes over you and his face has a pained look as he runs a hand through his already mussed hair.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “I need to leave.”
He leans in for a quick and sweet kiss but you grab his arm before he can turn away.
“Wait. Don’t,” you plead weakly.
He stares at you, his metal fingers twitching at his side.
You swallow hard before whispering, “I want you to come in.”
He fills your space once again, his whole body lined up with yours as he takes your chin between his fingers and holds you there.
“Are you sure?” he asks. “I won’t do…”
You cut him off. “I’m sure. So sure.”
He releases you so you can unlock the door. When you get inside you drop your purse and walk into the kitchen, the feel of his heated gaze sending a shiver down your spine.
“Do you want anything?” you ask, leaning against the counter for support.
“Just you,” he answers with a smirk.
He stalks toward you with purposeful steps.
“I want you Bucky. All of you.”
He drags you into his chest, dipping his head and ghosting his lips over yours.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “I’m gonna make you feel so good doll but you need to tell me if anything is too much, ok?”
“Ok,” you whisper.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks at the gentle press of his lips.
“No,” you breath against his mouth.
“And now?” he asks as his warm breath trails along your jaw and he kisses the spot just below your ear.
You shake your head no and he pauses.
“Use your words for me baby girl.”
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” you gasp.
This time he doesn’t hesitate as he slides his fingers slowly up your thigh. When he reaches the lace at your hip he dips his finger inside and runs it along the material, teasing the outline. He grabs your waist and lifts you onto the counter, spreading your legs and taking your face in his hands.
His nose gently bumps yours as he tilts his head and kisses you, soft at first but when you reach your hand down and palm his cock he growls deep and slides his tongue between your lips.
He toys with the strap of your dress, his fingertips feather light as he pushes it off your shoulder. He releases your mouth and his lips trail down your neck as he removes the other strap and lets your dress fall down to expose the swell of your breasts.
“Please Bucky,” you whine.
“Please what?” he simpers. “What did I tell you about using your words?”
Your lashes lower and you worry your lip between your teeth.
“I want you to touch me.”
His eyes settle on yours, dark with desire but also a softness that steals your breath and when his hand cradles your cheek and he pulls you in for a kiss you melt against him. His long fingers fall to your chest and he massages your breast, pulling down the cup of your bra to carefully pinch your nipple.
You gasp into his mouth, your hips thrusting forward at the contact. His head drops and he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before rolling his tongue around the hardened nub. You drag your nails through his hair and pull hard, loving the way he moans against your skin.
His lips kiss a warm and wet path back up to yours as his hand slides lower and his finger brushes over your panties. The fabric is soaked and sticking to your skin.
“So wet for me. Such a good girl,” he croons.
You rub yourself along his finger, whining his name. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in for another kiss, sliding the lace to the side and softly teasing his finger along your folds. Your body trembles and he pulls away just enough to look you in the eyes, the grip he has around your neck tight enough to keep you from looking away.
He watches you as he slowly pushes one finger inside. Your body tenses as your eyes begin to flutter closed.
“You’re doing so good for me baby girl. So perfect,” he praises.
“Oh god,” you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He drops one hand to your thigh, caressing your skin while he pushes your legs open wider. He pumps his finger in and out, his breath coming in short pants.
“More. Please I want more,” you cry out.
His lips move down your neck as he cranes it back, sucking along the soft skin until he reaches your pulse point. A second finger teases your entrance, his movements delicate and slow as he pushes it inside you.
You drop your hands to the counter, gripping the edge so hard your knuckles turn white as your head falls back.
“Talk to me angel. Tell me what feels good.”
“Slow,” you breathe out, rocking your hips onto his hand.
He slowly pulls both fingers out, the motion languid even as he pushes them back in, going deeper.
“Do you touch yourself?” he asks, looking down between your bodies as his fingers pump in and out.
“Yes,” you breathe out.
“Show me,” he demands.
Your eyes widen and you drop your chin slightly. The hold he has on your hip loosens and he takes your face in his hand, lifting your gaze.
Your hand moves tentatively across your stomach and settles at the apex of your thighs before stopping. His fingers still and you let out a whine.
He gives you a small smirk and waits.
You let out a shaky breath and press your finger to your clit, circling the swollen nub.
“That’s it baby girl. Fuck,” he hums. “Is that what you like?”
You try to squeeze your legs together but he holds them open, his fingers now moving faster. He brushes your hand away and presses his thumb to your clit, repeating your motions until you’re writhing on the counter and clenching around his fingers.
With a chant of his name, you fall apart against his shoulder, your toes curled and your entire body trembling.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So beautiful. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”
He softly kisses your forehead, brushing his thumbs across your cheeks and tracing your lips. His hands fall away and he kneels, keeping his eyes on you as he drags your panties down your legs. His lips trail up your calf until he reaches your inner thigh and he brushes his nose along your slit. He inhales, humming appreciatively before dipping his tongue inside you.
Your fingernails drag over his scalp and you grab hold of his hair, pulling his face closer. He slides his tongue up to your clit and gently sucks, making your hips buck onto his face.
“Buckyyyy,” you whimper. “Ohhh my god. Do it again.”
“There’s my good girl,” he sings before he takes your clit between his lips.
He alternates between sucking your clit and sliding his tongue through your folds and it’s enough to have your stomach tightening.
“I want your fingers again,” you mewl…pausing with a deep breath. “Your metal fingers.”
You feel his smile as he slides his left hand along your thigh, the metal a cool contrast to your heated skin. He slowly pushes one inside you and you gasp his name.
“More,” you beg.
He growls as he slides a second finger inside you, dragging out the motion with his mouth still wrapped around your clit. The sounds that fall from your open mouth only urge him on as he devours you with fervor.
“Are you going to cum for me again doll?”
His tongue flicks over your clit and he curls his fingers slightly.
“I want to you to cum on my tongue baby girl. Let me taste you.”
Your eyes screw shut and you thrust your hips onto his face and fingers, riding both until you can finally see straight again. He gently teases your clit, kissing and sucking while his fingers still move slowly in and out.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, giving you one last lick before he pulls his fingers free and stands. “Did so good for me doll.”
His lips meet yours, his tongue coated with your juices so you taste yourself.
“See how sweet you taste?” he hums when he pulls away.
Your cheeks are flushed and you lick your lips, giving him a coy look.
“What if I want to taste you now?” you muse.
The muscles along his jaw clench tightly and your lips lift into a small smile.
“As much as I want my cock in this pretty mouth it’ll have to wait doll. Tonight, is about you.”
“But why can’t I just have a little taste first. I want to know what you like too,” you whine.
“Fuck,” he grits out, closing his eyes and burying his face in your neck.
He peppers kisses up to your ear before pulling the soft lobe between his teeth. You arch into him and whimper.
“You can’t because I said so,” he murmurs.
With no room left for argument you let out a little huff but concede, scraping your nails down his neck and holding him to you.
“Are you going to fuck me then?” you sass.
“So good,” he whispers into your skin.
He lifts you into his arms and carries you to the bedroom, gently laying you across the bed. He’s still fully clothed so when you sit up and push the jacket from his shoulders he doesn’t protest. It falls to the floor in a heap and you grab his shirt, pulling at the tight material until it joins his jacket.
Your fingers trace the chain of his dog tags before following the dark trail of hair under his belly button and reaching his jeans. You pop open the button and slowly pull the zipper down, moaning when you reveal his boxers and his hard cock pressed tight against the pulled fabric.
“Oh my,” you whisper, panting as he slides his jeans over his thick thighs and kicks them off. “Do you think it will…? You’re so big.”
He chuckles as he watches you, your eyes still trained on his cock.
“I’ll make sure you’re ready for me baby girl and remember we can always stop if it’s too much,” he says softly.
You reach out for him, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. You pull him closer and trail soft kisses down his chest and stomach. With deliberate movements you slide his boxers down, breathless when his cock springs free and rests against his abs.
“Bucky…” you moan, wetting your lips.
He wraps his metal fingers around his cock, slowly stroking the length as he kneels on the bed. You lean back on your elbows and squeal when he grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it free of your body. Your legs fall open invitingly and he settles between them, reaching behind your back to unhook your bra.
His hand closes around your breast and he kneads the soft flesh, his mouth lavishing kisses along your jaw and neck. He rocks his hips, positioning himself between your folds and sliding his cock through your wetness.
He continues rocking his hips, gently at first but the more you moan his name, your nails scratching down his back he moves faster.
“Fuck doll. Feel what you do to me? I’m ready to cum and I’m not even inside you yet,” he hisses.
His hand moves from your breast, caressing your stomach until he reaches your thigh and pushes it down to the bed, leaving you wide open for him. He takes his cock in his hand and teases your entrance, pushing in only a little.
“So good baby girl, such a good girl for me,” he purrs. “Tell me if you need me to slow down.”
He pushes in a little more and your eyelashes flutter closed, kissing your cheeks.
“Don’t angel,” he pleas. “Open them. Let me see how good I make you feel.”
Your eyes open and he holds your gaze, his metal hand grazing along your collarbone as he pushes in more. You suck in a breath, the burn of the stretch making you wince.
He immediately pulls out and kisses you, whispering sweet words of praise.
“Nice and slow doll. You’re so tight,” he murmurs, pushing in again.
You whimper his name, your pussy clenching as he goes deeper.
“That’s it doll. Taking my cock so well.”
With languid thrusts he fills you up, inch by inch until you’re stretched around him and the pleasure overwhelms any discomfort. He doesn’t move and every time you squeeze his cock he throbs inside you and mutters a curse.
“You feel incredible. Can I…?”
“Yes Bucky, God yes, please fuck me.”
His metal fingers ghost along the base of your throat and you grab his wrist, pushing it higher until his hand closes around the delicate column. He pulls out, pushing slowly back in at the same moment his hand tightens at your throat.
“Fucking hell,” he croons, rocking his hips again.
“Yes Bucky, just like that. Please don’t stop.”
“Look at you baby girl. Fuck. I love watching my cock disappear into this perfect, tight pussy,” he praises when lifts his torso to look between your bodies.
You gracefully accept his praise, reveling in his sweet words and the look of awe on his face.
He starts to move his hips faster, releasing your throat and sliding his hand down to your clit, rubbing it in just the right way.
“Oh my god,” you cry out, your thighs squeezing his waist.
“That’s it angel, squeeze my cock. Soak it. I want to feel you cum.”
His words send you over the edge and your release hits you like a wave, your body quivering as it as it pulses through you.
“Fuck baby girl. You feel so good, so perfect. You’re gonna make me cum.”
You feel him spill inside you, the pulse of his cock dragging out your pleasure. He sags on top of you, supporting his weight with one hand while the other softly strokes your sweaty skin.
You sigh with contentedness, your body completely pliant under his as your fingers card through his tussled hair.
“You did amazing doll. You’re such a good girl for me.”
He kisses you sweet and slow, savoring every touch of your lips.
“I can’t wait to do that again,” you giggle.
He throbs inside you, your breathy moan making his cock twitch and his hips grind against you.
“Fuck, I love all those sounds you make.”
He does it again and you whimper, meeting the next thrust of his hips.
“We can do this all night if you want baby girl but I need to take care of you first,” he says softly, lifting your hand to his mouth to kiss your palm. “Stay right here and I’ll get a warm cloth and clean you up.”
He pulls out slowly and you whine at the loss of him but your body is too sated to do much and you try to wait patiently until he returns. The warm cloth feels nice against your skin and his touch is gentle.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, dipping his head to shower kisses along your inner thighs. “Let’s get some rest so you’ll be ready to sit on my face and ride my cock later.”
You rub your thighs together at the thought, your body tingling but your eyes drooping as you slip into a blissful rest in his arms.
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Bucky Barnes x Reader Oneshot | You’re a Mean One, Nebula
a/n: what’s up fuckers lol i haven’t posted anything in a hot minute, so here’s this little blurb based on this post that i made:
words: 1167
pairing: bucky barnes x reader (no pronouns/gendered words used for reader i think)
It was a normal day, for the most part. There was you, sitting on the small dock outside of your lakeside property with your feet in the water and a book in your hand, and there was your husband doing whatever housework could occupy his ever busy mind. Ever since Tony passed away, you and Bucky had been living in the house his family had once lived in. Pepper couldn’t stand living there anymore so she had given everything to you. She wanted you and Bucky to live peacefully with one another like you finally deserved.
You had everything out there: a garden stocked with an abundance of fruits and vegetables, a chicken coop for the convenience of eggs as well as poultry, the beautiful lake to swim in when the weather permitted, and your beautiful husband. Tony had even left you with a parting gift: a perfectly weather controlled barrier around your property so you could continue growing your produce, raising your chickens, and swimming in the lake even well into the cold upper New York December.
The escapism that the lakehouse offered you two was happily welcomed, and both you and Bucky pretty much stayed at home unless there was some hero business to take care of. The Flag Smashers business had long since wrapped up and you were facing a relaxation period, which was so lovely. Looking over your shoulder towards the garden, you smiled to see Bucky pulling weeds to keep your food supply healthy.
Heaving out a soft sigh of contentment, you focused back on your book and turned the page. The wind was beginning to pick up so you wanted to finish the chapter before the pages started turning on their own. However, you heard a low rumble accompanying said “wind” coming from above you. Both you and Bucky stopped what you were doing to look up at the sky.
You sighed out softly upon seeing a very familiar ship. While not the whole damn thing, you could tell it was a single shuttle that belonged to the Guardians of the Galaxy. Not only did you recognize the ship, but you recognized the pilot. It was Nebula, someone you had only met a handful of times during the Blip when you worked together on very few “missions”, if you could call them that. You were pretty much a widow in mourning for that entire five years so you didn’t really remember that time as much.
Seeing her reminded you of that time for a brief moment, but your shoulders relaxed when you heard Bucky walk up right behind you wiping his dirty hands with a rag that had been previously tucked into his back pocket.
“Do you think the world is ending again?” He asked casually while the two of you watched Nebula land, like the idea of facing another world ending scenario was just another walk in the park. It pretty much was at that point. He then plopped the dirty rag he was using right on your head, which made you squeal and swat at his thigh.
“I sure hope so, you piece of shit,” you replied while he chuckled lowly, tucking the rag back in his pocket before leaning over to kiss the crown of your head. You rolled your eyes with a little huff but looked forward when you saw the cyborg walking towards you with such urgency that it made you panic a little bit. What if something really was wrong?
Bucky nodded his head towards the woman as she came to a stop before the two of you on the dock, his metal hand tucked into his front jeans pocket. “Long time no see, Nebula.”
“Yeah, well, I try to make a habit of not coming to this shithole of a planet,” she replied, her unamused tone ever present as she shifted her weight onto one leg and crossed her arms across her chest. “Listen, I’ll cut to the chase. Barnes, give me your arm.”
Bucky raised his eyebrows, both in surprise and curiosity. “Excuse me?”
“It’s Christmas,” she stated bluntly, but didn’t elaborate. “Give me your arm.”
“Technically, Christmas is in a week,” you spoke up, but didn’t rise from your seated position on the dock. This threat didn’t seem too imminent, plus Bucky could handle himself if it really came down to it. “But what does his arm, the metal one I assume, have anything to do with it?”
Nebula sighed in irritation like you already should’ve known the answer. “It’ll be a good gift for Rocket, okay? Now hand it over. Or I will kick your ass to get it from you.”
“I am not giving you my arm,” Bucky told her sternly, arms crossing across his own chest now. “I suggest you try Macy’s for a more practical, non arm related gift.”
Nebula narrowed her eyes at him a little bit for being snarky before quickly grabbing the gun-lazer thing she had in her holster. You weren’t sure if space people used bullet guns or not, to be honest. Before she could aim it, Bucky was charging towards her to disarm her.
You sighed as the two of them began to fight, actually fight, across your property. You had watched them for a while because while you knew Bucky could probably handle himself, it was incredibly entertaining. So entertaining, in fact, you sneakily sent a couple of pictures to Sam so he could enjoy it as well.
Y/N: look at this nerd lol he’s fighting for his arm rn
Sam: i hope he loses lol
While you were giggling at your phone while texting Sam, you heard Bucky yell out an expletive followed quickly by, “Fuck, shit, get back here!”
You turned your head to see Bucky running after Nebula who definitely had something metallic and arm-ish tucked under her own arm. Nebula was too close to her ship and Bucky couldn’t reach her in time even with the fact that he had serum running through his veins. You just continued to sit there, watching the entire scene as Bucky stopped running and just stood at the edge of the garden while Nebula stood in the cockpit flipping him off with his own hand. You stifled your laughter and snapped another quick picture to send off to Sam.
Y/N: he lost lol
Sam: i’m never gonna let him live this down lol i’ll call wakanda
You looked up once more as Nebula’s ship took back off into the atmosphere, Bucky stalking back towards you looking defeated and pissed. You giggled softly as you watched, the two of you just staring at each other for a bit with amusement in your eyes and anger and confusion in Bucky’s.
“Nebula stole your arm, didn’t she?”
“Nebula stole my arm.”
“Got it.”
You then sighed, slumping your shoulders a little bit as you thought about what that meant for you now. “And that was my favourite arm and everything. It even vibrated.”
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Dear 201 - Fan Mail Pt. 5
Title: Dear 201 - Fan Mail Pt. 5
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2650
Rating: T
Warnings: Drinking, anger, fucking angst. Steve Rogers is a fucking asshole.
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Three little numbers both thrill and terrify Bucky in equal measure- he started to see the numbers everywhere after he received the letter from Ace. The news didn't seem to surprise Steve or Sam in the way it did Bucky. Steve has always been one to take news like a shot of neat whisky, the information flowing into him, burning, but on the outside he still remains stoic. Sam, on the other hand, seemed to take the news like the beach takes the tide, the news rolling over him like he had known it was coming, something he had come to learn already. As Bucky told him the news, the waves of his voice washed over him and he welcomed them like an old friend.
After the news broke, Bucky kept his next move close to his chest like a winning poker hand. The chips of his decision twirl threw his fingers, folding over his knuckles as he waits for his turn to bid. Sam has urged him to move decide, to write faster, to move faster. Bucky doesn't let the words get to him.
One night after too much alcohol stolen from Thor, the Asgardian liquor coursing through their systems, Steve tells Bucky to leave it be- to quit writing all together.
"Seriously, Buck, you don't need the headache of all this," Steve mumbles a bit, speaking more to himself than to Bucky who is splayed out on the couch across from him.
"What did you say?" Bucky questions him, his brows furrowing. He pulls his focus from the letters he has been rifling through, the letters from her.
"You don't need to write her anymore," Steve says as a matter of fact, "You don't need to deal with this anymore," He doesn't bother looking at Bucky, if he would he doesn't think he could stop his eyes from rolling. Instead, he keeps his eyes locked on his glass, swirling the liquid around with a gentle twist of his wrist. He watches the amber colored concoction move around the glass, his attention better spent on that than he friend and the situation Buck finds himself in. Steve has deemed it ridiculous, too good to be true, a flat out fucking lie.
"Deal with what, exactly, Steve?" Bucky sits up now, clutching the letters a little tighter. The paper bunches under his touch, the new wrinkles spreading like roots through the words.
"This, this shit, Bucky!" Steve raises his voice; it echoes through the room, bristling over Bucky's form, striking a nerve.
"Excuse me?" Bucky manages, the words spit from his lips full of venom and animosity. His body tightens, the tendons in his neck pulling tight as he squares his shoulders with a bit too much force. He sets his jaw, teeth threatening to grind together to release some of the anger that is taking over his veins with pump of his heart, the tension in the air scalding this insides with each breath he draws.
Bucky would go to war for this woman, the mystery he has come to adore who lays just on the other side of the postal route, the stamp, the words, the ink. He hadn't thought about it until this very moment, Steve's words spurring something inside of Bucky, his chest burning at the thought of losing his 'Warmest Regards", the thought causes nausea to swim through Bucky, sweat overtaking his skin with pinpricks of anxiety.
Steve turns his face up, eyes coming up to see the sweat collecting on Bucky's brow. Bucky is almost seething, his body threating to vibrate with anger. "You know what, don't even bother finishing that sentence," Bucky corrects, holding a flat hand out to Steve as if to say 'stop'. Bucky shakes his head, bangs falling forward, concealing the band of sweat that coats his skin.
He wants to blame the alcohol for Steve's words, for the anger that poured out of them and into Bucky. He wrings his hands, letters sitting haphazardly in his lap. He wants to blame the alcohol for the way his heart seems to be imprinting itself on the inside of his ribcage and the way his hands shake. For the sweat that seems to have taken over his body, chilling him with a sense of sickness. But the only thing he can blame the alcohol for is the fact that it started their evening together in the first place.
What started as a night to just let go and relax from the strenuous missions and never ending paperwork has turned into honesty hour that has left Bucky feeling sick to his stomach, both from the anger and the liquor he decided couldn't touch him. But now the room spins and his best friend sits across from him, eyes burning into his own.
"I just mean, what if this is all some sort of ploy to get something out of you? What if whoever is writing you isn't this girl that claims to be on the other side. What if they aren't a barber in Hell's Kitchen? What if they are just in this for money or fame or for the story? Hell, what if they are some terrorist or threat trying to get close to you in order to bring us down? What then, Buck?" Steve's words bite and there is nothing too soothe the marks they leave in Bucky. His chest aches, and Steve's does too; the aches blooming from original sources but crippling each man with a dull pain that doesn't seem to subside.
Bucky runs his hand over his sternum, pressing hard with his knuckles, trying to counter the ache with pressure from the outside. Steve knocks back the rest of his drink, tasting like honey but burning all the way down. This time he grimaces. Bucky does too, stomach acid burning in his chest.
Words halt, the world seems to, too. It's like everything has slowed, each movement, each beat of Bucky's heart, each thought that creeps into Bucky's mind that tells him he isn't good enough to have someone write to him- someone so soft and full of love, full of light, on the other side of the paper with ink stained fingertips. Someone like that would be too good for him, he thinks, maybe Steve is right.
The world resumes speed when a glass leaves Bucky's hand, one he didn't realize he had picked up until the shattered pieces of crystal mingle with the leftover honey flavored amber that resided at the bottom of the glass moments before. The shards look like constellations, each sharp point sparkling in the light of the living room. They beg to be touched, the blade like corners glimmering as the men eye the new universe that has been created on the floor between them.
"Weren't you the one telling me all those weeks ago that a letter was coming for me? Aren't you the one who couldn't contain their excitement along with me every single time another letter showed up with my name on it? Weren't you the one cheering me on through this? What the fuck happened, Steve?" Bucky sounds almost defeated, burying his head in his hands. He grips at his hair tightly, knuckles threatening to turn white under the pressure.
Steve can't seem to make his brain work, his mind refusing to form thoughts that would do any good at defending himself. Bucky is right, he thinks- he knows. All those weeks ago when Bucky received that first letter, Steve memorized the pride that burst through his chest at the sight. He remembers the smile that adorned his friend's face just moments before the photo. Steve also remembers the steam that filled his lungs as he was forced to hear Bucky sob just a few feet away, unable to do anything to make the hurt stop.
Bucky is his best friend, and all those years ago Steve sent Bucky over the beam first shortly after rescuing him, putting his own safety, his own life on the line to make sure Bucky got out first. It was then he decided Bucky's life was the most important thing and just the mere idea of Bucky getting hurt, or heaven forbid getting himself killed, because he got himself in too deep with a 'pen pal' makes Steve physically sick.
Again, neither men dare to speak, each having voiced their concern. Nobody ever said airing out grievances was easy. They both sit their, their words hanging in the air, dense with meaning. They feel almost suffocating, the sentences wrapping themselves around each man and squeezing. Maybe that's the way it's suppose to feel- the protection of a best friend constricting itself around the body until there is no space to breathe.
Tears begin to prick at the corners of Bucky's eyes, a heat coming up his chest cavity, a sob threatening to escape his gritted teeth. The sight hurts Steve but he makes no move to correct it, to sooth his friend or to speak. Everything is out on the table, and it needs to stay that way.
Instead, he pushes himself up, the room swaying around him. It has been a long time since he's been drunk, and maybe it needs to be a long time before it happens again. Steve steps over the shards shakily, moving towards his quarters. He stops just before rounding the corner, daring to look back at the scene he is leaving behind him.
Bucky sits frozen, an unreadable expression written into the lines of his face. His brows are furrowed, a deep line tracing itself on the skin between his brows. His lips are pulled into a tight line, teeth no doubt clenched together to keep a sob from escaping. A few tears have spilled themselves over the Bucky's face, wet, warm trails coasting down his cheeks. The tears fall from his chin. He closes his eyes, chancing a deep breath to steady himself.
"I just want you safe, Buck," Steve whispers, his voice barely audible, but Bucky hears it. He knows Bucky hears it because a small noise somewhere between a whimper and a cry comes out strangled and falls from his lips.
Steve disappears, leaving Bucky a broken mess on the couch, a universe of broken glass in front of him. A sight that would surely break even a tough man- that exact thought keeping Steve from turning around again. The truth hurts, he repeats to himself, over and over and over. He repeats it not only to justify the hurt he has caused but the hurt that has bound itself to his insides, squeezing with each low and ragged breathe.
In some twisted way, Steve thought that if he could hurt Bucky before she could, maybe it would hurt less. Maybe, if Steve thought it was a bad idea, Bucky wouldn't write her back, or maybe he would, just to tell her to never contact him again. Maybe its the jealousy that thrums through Steve at the thought of losing a friend, or maybe it's because he can't stand to see Bucky get close to someone when there is no one in the world that is bidding for his attention.
Steve gets letters, sure. But they are mostly from old women and family's he has saved or reunited. He also gets mail from children who have come to idolize him and he gets mail asking him to participate at local schools and to make appearances. They all want something or are thanking him for something he has already done, his time and energy already given.
It's supposed to be Steve and Bucky till the end of the line and women never got in the way of that before, but they way Bucky looks at those letters, his eyes lighting up at the words gives Steve pause. Bucky has never been this way about a women before and hell, maybe Steve should learn to be happy for his friend but instead the jealousy just eats away at him form the inside out.
When Bucky finally pulls himself from the couch he is shaking, tears stain his skin dry and cracking. He walks past the glass, the discarded crystal left to lay in waste on the floor. The whole universe in the shards becoming increasingly less important with each step Bucky takes towards his quarters.
He manages to pen a letter through his shaking, the lines of his letters wobbly. A few stray tears manage to fall onto the paper the ink smearing under them.
"Dear 201, I need to know that you are real. I need to know that you aren't just some sort of conspiracy or threat trying to get close enough to me to burn everything that surrounds me to the ground.
I need you to be real because I have this blurry image of you in my head that I need to make clear. I need to focus into all the details of you and commit them to memory. Each little, beautiful, imperfect piece. I crave the sight of you in your entirety.
I need to hear your laugh- I need to know if it sounds like pure joy blooming into the world. I need to hold your hands, to see the wear and calloses that adorn them. I need to know how your hand feels wrapped in mine when we shake the first time we meet. I need to know if it will ground me in the way your letters do. I crave you in your pieces and parts.
Most of all, I need you to be real because you are the best damn thing that has happened to me in years and if you aren't real- hell, if you aren't real, I don't know what I would make of myself.
With too much hope and heartache- Bucky Barnes"
Before the war, Bucky knew how to talk to women. Each dip of his voice and brush of a well placed finger had any women swooning over him. He had his pick, each and every time, knowing just what to say to earn himself a kiss at the end of the night. But never before this moment has he poured his heart out in its entirety.
There is nothing left in him to say- hell, there is nothing left in him to feel. He is now too barren to think or hope or cry. Every single piece of him now lies written in dark ink, the letters smudged and imperfect. There is no blood left in his chest, his heart now pumping electricity alone and it courses through him, numbing his already sore being with each mingling prickle.
The tear drops have dried now, but the paper is wrinkled where they once fell. The markings like gravestones for the hurt and hope that poured out of him, not only from his pen but from his heart.
He doesn't think twice about sending it, he doesn't have to. Like words spoken to gods, it was sent the moment it was said. The words are meant to be heard; there isn't a thing in the universe that can stop such a cosmic circumstance.
Sleep takes Bucky the moment his head hits the pillow, the catharsis of the evening allowing his body to rest. He sleeps on his mattress tonight, the blankets wrapping his body like a shroud. He sleeps like the dead as there is nothing left in him to keep him awake.
Steve doesn't sleep. Instead, he drinks, letting the Asgardian liquor continue to numb his senses. The room spins around him as sickness snakes itself through his body, making itself at home in the deepest parts of him.
Maybe that's how it is supposed to feel when you bare your soul to another. Honesty being rewarded with rest and respite while envious anger is rewarded with anguish in equal measure.
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Just Another School Day
Steve Rogers X Bucky Barnes
The worst thing about high school were the bullies. Picking on the smart kids, shoving them into lockers and teasing them day in and day out. Steve just happened to have the worst bully there could be, Bucky Barnes. To everyone, Bucky was a typical jock, picking on tiny smart kid Steve. But behind closed doors there was more to their relationship.
Warnings: BDSM, Sadism, Masochism, Submission, Dominance, Bondage, Cock Sucking, Name Calling, Slapping, Punishment, Teasing, Bullying, Forced Orgasm
Steve hitched up his bag over his shoulder, making his way into the school halls. It was bustling with students, chatting amongst each other, the groups of the school clearly marked. He passed a group of cheerleaders, all in the uniforms, high ponytails and knee-high socks gossiping about the latest school news. He then passed a group of pot heads. All dreadlocks and tie dye t-shirts. Next was a group of pretty girls, long blonde hair, dark way locks, makeup caked on and lips glossy.
It was typical high school. You were assigned to a group immediately on the first day and there was no coming back from it. Steve, he didn’t fit into any of those groups, no, he was a nerd, a geek, dork, bookworm weenie, whatever you wanted to call it, he was assigned to that group. He was a hard studying guy who enjoyed science and math and coming to school to learn. He had a handful of mates, but their group was rather small compared to the others.
He dressed in slacks with a shirt and tie and a jacket over the top like his friends. He was the only one in the group who didn’t have a pair of thick glasses on, but his blonde hair was slicked to the side and stayed in place all day. He was short and thin, and his inhaler stayed in his pocket at all times. He was a shy boy, not much with the ladies and kept to himself mostly except for when he was with Peter and Bruce. The three of them combined meant they were the smartest in the school which wasn’t so good for their popularity.
Steve made his way down to his locker, his feet scuffing on the hard floor and squeaking. He kept his head down, holding his bag close to him until suddenly he felt a shove. His body slammed into the metal lockers, doors banging and his elbow knocking the funny bone, sending off a painful tingle through his arm.
“Watch where you’re going nerd!” a voice called, and a handful of laughter’s followed. Steve didn’t need to look up to know who it was. The jocks or better yet Bucky. James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was the ruler of this school. captain of the football team, leader of the most popular boy group and a popular one with the ladies, he was Steve's worst nightmare. From day one he’d picked on him, calling him every name under the sun, shoving him into his locker every day. Steve was starting to get permanent bruises from being shoved so often. Steve didn’t even do anything to cause this, but his social status just happened to be a major factor.
Steve's jacket was ruffled, and he held himself up against the lockers as Bucky and his crew circled him. they were of course wearing their jock jackets. Bucky was the complete opposite to Steve. Tall, bulky, luscious hair that was soft to the touch, perfect teeth, and the rich scent of cologne on his neck. He was everything eery guy wanted and every girl wanted. The number of girls he’d been with was too many to count.
“Hey Bucky” Steve grumbled, and Bucky chuckled, getting closer to Steve.
“What you up to princess?” he teased, and Steve pulled his jacket back on his shoulder, straightening himself up.
“Just going to my locker” he murmured nervously.
“Yeah, well next time be considerate when you’re walking down these halls, other people need to get through and they can’t with your dweeb ass in the way” his crew laughed, and Steve looked down nervously.
“Sorry” he mumbled, and Bucky laughed, patting his shoulder.
“Oh, come on you know I’m only having you on, don’t get all worked up sweetheart” he knocked his chin with a finger and Steve yanked his head away.
“Ooff he’s fighting today Buck” Sam called behind him, watching Steve retaliate.
“Is that what you want Stevie, a fight” Bucky teased, and Steve shook his head.
“No, no, no... I just- “another fit of laugher came and Bucky looked over to his crew.
“This nerd couldn’t even survive one punch, don’t worry darling I’ll save the punches for someone else” he smiled, patting his shoulder and Steve nodded.
“Come on, let’s go, we’ll be late for practice and coach will be on our asses” Clint piped up and the crew began to leave.
“See ya nerd” Sam spat, and Bucky gave one last shove to Steve as he knocked his shoulder, smirking over his shoulder as he left. Steve took a deep breath, fixing his attire and hiding his face from the look of other students in the hallway. He was used to this, being stared at, and watched. Bucky liked to make it a big scene and no one was ever brave enough to stand up to him, including Steve.
Steve grabbed his things from his locker shoving them in his bag when he noticed a small piece of paper inside. He took it, slowly peeling it open from its folded state and it was a small note.
Meet at mine after school, around 3.
A nervous tingle went through his system as well with excitement and he shoved the note in his bag quickly before slamming his locker.
It was the end of school and Steve began to head to the place of meeting from the note. Most kids got the bus, but Steve decided to walk. It meant he was on his own and the last thing he needed was someone seeing where he was going. He’d get killed if someone found out. As he got closer to the location, his stomach started tightening with nerves and excitement and curiosity, his palms turning sweaty and his heart racing.
He arrived at the house he was told to meet at. No cars were in the driveway, which was excellent, so it was just the two of them. Steve walked to the front door, bringing his fist up to knock but realised he didn’t need to. For some reason it had become a habit to knock even though he knew he could walk straight in although he felt like he was trespassing. He entered inside, the house silent except for noises coming from upstairs. He assumed he was to go there to the bedroom. He climbed the stairs, his footsteps soft and he made his way down the hall. He knew this place off by heart and when he reached the door that was cracked open, he took a deep breath.
He pushed it open, the creak of the door on its hinges catching the persons attention and they turned around, smiling wide.
“You’re early, I like that” Bucky said. He had discarded his jacket, throwing it over a chair and was now in jeans and a plain t-shirt. He looked so hot; he did every day and Steve couldn’t help the twinge in his cock as he looked over at Bucky. Steve couldn’t help but smile at the gratitude given to him, the flush in his cheek unavoidable.
“Did anyone see you?” he asked, knowing full well no one would have because if they did, Steve would be in for the punishment of a lifetime.
“No Sir” he answered, and Bucky smirked, strolling over to Steve, arms casually swinging, and he easily towered him as he stood in front, his rich cologne flooding Steve's senses. Steve looked up from under his dark lashes, biting the inside of his lip.
“Good, because you know what would happen if someone did” he teased, and Steve nodded. He definitely didn’t want that punishment.
“Yes Sir” Steve replied, and Bucky smiled.
“Good, how’s your arm?” he asked, referring to his knocked elbow this morning. Steve gave it a short rub3, but it was nothing he wasn’t already used to and didn’t enjoy. Steve liked the pain, he liked it when Bucky shoved him like a useless toy, calling him names. But that wasn’t the half of it. There was much more than that that went on between the pair.
“It’s fine, nothing that I can’t handle” Steve said rather smugly, and Bucky chuckled.
“Of course, because you’re just a little pain slut aren’t you” he spat, and Steve nodded.
“Yes Sir”.
“And you’re my pain slut, isn’t that right” Bucky began to trail his hands over Steve's body, sending tingles through him to his cock which was aching to get out of his tight undies. Steve took a breath, closing his eyes briefly as the sensations took over.
“Yes Sir” he whispered, and Bucky chuckled, his hand coming up to his neck and choking him lightly.
“Good boy” he placed a kiss to his lips, powerful yet slow. Steve moaned into Bucky's lips, his hands automatically reaching to wrap around Bucky's broad shoulders. But that ended very quickly. Bucky pulled back, slapping a hand across Steve's face, a sharp yelp echoing in the room and a glare coming from Bucky.
“Did I say you could fucking touch me?” he gritted, and Steve sighed, swallowing hard. His pale cheek turned bright red and blotchy, stinging like mad.
“No Sir” he whined.
“God you’ve only been here a minute and you’re already asking for a punishment Stevie, do you want to cum today because I can make so that you won’t” Bucky raised his brows and Steve looked up with big doe eyes, almost silently begging.
“No Sir, I do” he pleaded.
“So, stop being a whiney bitch” the names were sending shocks to Steve's cock and the aggression in Bucky’s voice was adding to it. Bucky hummed and reached down to palm his crotch, already feeling his hard member.
“God you’re already hard aren’t you, you really are a pain slut” Bucky smirked, and Steve shyly smiled.
“Yes Sir” he whispered, and Bucky squeezed harder, causing Steve to stand on his toes as Bucky gripped his cock.
“Well, if you’re a good boy then I just might let you cum but for now this cock isn’t getting anything. get undressed” Bucky ordered and turned to walk over to the chest of draws. Steve made work on undressing however the mixture of emotions and sensations and feelings made him slack, and he didn’t bother to take his undies off. His tightie whiteies cupped his cock perfectly. Steve stood proudly in the middle of the room, waiting for Bucky who was busy taking out the toys and implements he was planning to use on Steve. He turned and scoffed, shaking his head.
“Seriously Steve, you’re going to be like that, take your fucking pants off” he snapped, and Steve realised he hadn’t removed them.
“Oh, sorry Sir” he mumbled as he took them off, flinging them to the side as Bucky groaned.
“And again, with the mumbling Steve I can’t hear a fucking word you’re saying. if I have to tell you to speak up again then I’m canning your ass, understood” Bucky said as he came back over, hard eyes and straight lips and Steve nodded, holding his head high.
“Yes Sir” he answered clearly, and Bucky huffed, shaking his head as he unravelled a bundle of rope.
“I let you fuck my cock one time, and you think you can slack off with me” he took Steve's cock and began to tie the rope around his balls and cock, threading it between them and tying it tightly so his cock was separated to his balls and his balls were cut into two clear ones. Steve hissed softly at the tightness which made the head of his cock twitch, his precum beginning to leak. Needless to say, he was a pain slut. The feel of the rough rope wrapped tightly around his balls was sending an erection to the tip.
Bucky took his cock in his hand, slowly stroking up and down, yanking on the skin being pulled tightly by the rope. Steve's eyes fluttered close, moaning softly. his cock was so sensitive, and Bucky could tell. He smirked, gripping Steve's cock tighter and watching him squirm, trying not to move so that he pulled further.
“I bet you’ve been waiting all day for me to touch this cock of yours haven’t you” Bucky teased, grinning sadistically, squeezing his fingers tightly around his sensitive cock.
“Oh yes Sir” Steve groaned, his head rolling back as he held his hands behind his back, careful not to touch Bucky without his permission. The last thing he wanted was a caning on his ass, the most painful thing ever. He wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week after a good caning.
“You haven’t been playing with this cock while I’m not around, have you?” Bucky asked, raising a brow, his voice soft and tender and Steve breathed, shaking his head.
“No Sir I haven’t it’s all yours” he opened his glassy eyes to look at Bucky, a big grin appearing on his lips.
“Good boy” he whispered, leaning forwards, and kissing him softly. Steve's lips were soft, his jaw line smooth to the touch and Bucky shoved his tongue down his mouth, swirling with Steve's and he moaned. Tingles went to the tip of his cock, twitching in Bucky's hand and tightening against the rope.
“You’re going to be a good boy for me aren’t you” Bucky whispered against his lips and Steve whined, nodding. Bucky laughed under his breath and pulled away, dropping his cock and took some more bundles of rope.
Steve's arms were tied tightly behind his back, each hand holding onto the opposite elbow, the rope trailing up his spine to his neck and around his chest. His chest pressed against the rope, the tightness erotic. He could just about wiggle his fingers. Bucky moaned at the sight of him tied up, the rope synched around his body and digging into his skin. He trailed a hand down his chest, nails digging in and leaving red marks, grabbing his cock, and palming his balls that were turning numb from how tight they were in bondage.
“I think it’s time you show me how good you are for me?” Bucky said with a serious tone and Steve nodded, looking up shyly, blushing lightly. Bucky settled in the armchair in the corner of his room, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out, stroking it slowly as he looked darkly over to Steve. He looked so beautiful, tied up, his little cock in bondage, his skinny body tiny compared to Bucky's bulky one.
“Now come over here” Bucky ordered. Steve began to pad over but Bucky stopped him.
“No! Crawl” he demanded, and Steve took a breath before sinking to his knees. he shuffled over to Bucky, his knees digging into the carpet, pain burning. Without the use of his arms, it was hard to keep his balance and he almost fell as he reached Bucky's knees. Bucky laughed, reaching out and gripping his chin, running a thumb over his lip.
“Stick that tongue out sweetheart, I want you to get this cock nice and wet” Steve moaned, his tongue being pressed by Bucky's thumb. A hand crept around the back of his neck, pulling Steve forwards so his tongue was pressed against his cock. Steve licked up slowly, tasting the precum dribbling from Bucky's cock, the tip twitching as he lightly tickled it with his tongue. Bucky groaned, legs shaking and toes curling in pleasure. his tongue licked up the base, lips wrapping around the tip and kissing, looking up for approval from Bucky.
“That’s its baby, suck my cock” Bucky shoved Steve's mouth onto his cock, forcing him down to his balls, nose pressed against his crotch. A hand gripped his greasy blonde hair, tightly pulling at his locks and earning a hiss from Steve. Then he began to fuck his mouth, pushing his head up and down, gagging him as his cock stuffed him. Steve gripped his elbows behind his back, knees digging into the carpet and going numb. But the pleasure of sucking his master’s cock was distracting him from the pain.
Steve grunted, his back arched as he sucked on Bucky's cock, sloppy sounds breaking the silence of the bedroom, spit drooling down his chin. Bucky moaned, his head leaning back in the chair, hand gripping his hair so tightly that a few strands were yanked out. He pushed Steve's head down all the way, keeping him there for a few seconds whilst he gagged and chocked on his cock, body convulsing. Steve gasped for air as Bucky pulled him away, a hand instantly going to his neck and chocking him.
“You like that don’t you, you slut” Bucky spat, a hand slapping his face sharply.
“Yes Sir” Steve breathed, another slap hitting his cheek and he screamed, his cheek stinging.
“Good boy is this cock down here getting nice and hard for me” he reached down, yanking his cock through the ropes, feeling how hard it was. Steve groaned, gritting his teeth. The mix of pain and pleasure was so hot, he could feel his orgasm coming.
“Yes Sir, ohhhh please” he begged, looking up with puppy eyes.
“Oh, you want to cum baby?” Bucky teased and Steve nodded.
“Yes Sir” he was shaking in pleasure, toes curling as Bucky teased his cock, rubbing it hard and fast. He was ready to cum, his breaths getting quicker and deeper, and he was aching for release. The tip of his cock twitched, and he could feel himself ready to cum. He groaned loudly, ready to release. Just as he was about to, Bucky dropped his cock, kicking it with his foot, pressing on his balls and Steve hunched over in pain, a tear almost falling from his eye.
“You didn’t think I was going to let you cum that easily, did you?” Bucky laughed, kicking his sensitive cock and balls and Steve flinched.
“Now back on my cock” Bucky grabbed Steve's hair, shoving him back on his cock. The rope tied around Steve's body was tight and he was beginning to lose sensation in his hand. Bucky took full control, fucking his mouth, balls pounding into his chin and the tip of his cock hitting the back of his throat. Bucky groaned, his body shaking as he was reaching his orgasm. His breathing intensified, fingers gripping Steve's hair so tight his knuckles turned white. His cock twitched inside Steve's warm mouth, and he released his seed, spilling inside of Steve's mouth, filling him up with his sticky warm salty cum. Steve moaned on his cock, sucking the thick cum. He pulled upwards, gathering the sticky seed, and popping Bucky's cock out his mouth.
He was a mess, cum all over his face, cheeks hot and flushed, eyes glassy and tired, hair messed up. Bucky grinned in pleasure, catching his breath and he gripped Steve's chin, bringing his head closer.
“What do you say?”.
“Thank you, Sir,” he whispered, tiredly looking in Bucky's blue eyes. Bucky grinned, wiping a pool of cum across Steve's face. Bucky reached down, taking his hard cock, and started rubbing fast and hard. Steve shook in pleasure, his orgasm not far away, head leaning back, grunts escaping him as he was about to cum.
“You know what to do?” Bucky teased.
“Please Sir can I cum?” he begged, breathing hard.
Bucky didn’t answer but just continued to rub his sensitive cock. Steve let out one grunt, his cock releasing his load, his sticky cum spilling on to the carpet. Steve hissed as the pleasure was too much, his cock so sensitive and sore, cum smeared all over. He flinched at every touch. His body was covered in a layer of sweat, blotchy in some places.
“Oh, thank you Sir” he moaned as Bucky pulled one last time on his cock before releasing it.
“Now clean up this mess, I don’t want you cum on my carpet” Bucky ordered. Steve shuffled so he was leaning over the carpet, face down in the puddle of cum. He began to lick it up, cleaning up his mess as per Bucky's orders. He sucked the carpet, soaking up his sticky cum, an awful taste of carpet lingering on his tongue. He flushed with embarrassment, cheeks bright and when he was finished, he looked back up with wide eyes. Bucky took his face in his hand, curling his fingers and stroking him softly.
“Good boy, tomorrow before school I want you to come to mine” he said softly.
“What for Sir” it was unlike Bucky to ask him to come before school, it was normally after.
“So, I can stuff that ass of yours all day long and then fuck it after school” he grinned and Steve moaned, the thought of that making him hard again. Until then he’d have to wait.
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Title: Summer Nights
Author: RuckyStarnes
Card: B018
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Kobik, Wanda Maximoff, Karla Sofen, Abner Jenkins, Erik Josten
Warnings: domestic Bucky, dad figure Bucky, floof
Rating: G
Words: 1,625
Written for: @buckybarnesbingo
Event: Bucky Barnes Bingo
Prompt/Square: U4: Told You So
Summary: Bucky comes back from a long mission late and Kobik missed him and wants to play. Even though he is tired to the bone, he agrees and introduces her to fireflies
Type: Moodboard | Fic
Bucky never thought he would ever be a father with as much trauma as he had endured in the last 70 years, let alone be a suitable father figure to someone. But when Kobik came into the world, taking the form of a four year old girl, and the brutal way that SHIELD had treated her, he had a deep rooted need to protect her. Sure, his team was of questionable tastes, but they all knew that they had to protect Kobik at all costs, even if it meant that he had to lie to Steve and be deemed a villain, the latter being something he was used to from the moment he got his mind back. The kid was unique by any costs, but was always happy and eager when he was around, so she wore down his walls that he had built up over the years of being reformed, like all the other members of the Thunderbolts.
Bucky loved to entertain Kobik as much as he could. So many times she would come bounding down the hallway when he got back to their base after a mission, wrapping her arms around his waist and state that he was gone too long. It didn’t matter if he was tired to the bone, arm short circuiting, or bleeding to the point he needed stitches, if Kobik asked for it, he would try his best to give it to her.
She loved stories. Her bright, ice blue eyes would be wide as he read from the latest fantasy novel she was obsessed with (right now it was the Fellowship of the Ring), hanging onto every word he said, asking questions or proposing ways she could fix the problems that the characters would have. He would have to remind her that her powers could not be used in such a way without knowing what the outcome would be like. They all found that out when she brought Steve back, but Kobik created, or stole from a universe, another Captain America in the same timeline that went against the rules of time. It was nice to see his friend back, the man whom he had grown up with and known in his early life, but there was another version out there that was Steve as well, but the one that went against everything he ever stood for. Kobik apologized profusely, her eyes wide with tears as he hung onto his side, begging for him to forgive her.
He always did. She was a kid after all: a kid with powers that no one else could fathom or knew how to control. Strange and Wanda helped as best as they could, but even they had no idea how she could control her powers. If Kobik wanted it, she could make it so.
He walked into their base, tired to the core and wanting nothing but a hot shower and beer, but he saw the bounding white haired girl coming towards him and he forced a smile, happy to see her still there.
“Buckaroo! You’re back!” she smiled, flinging herself at him, her thin arms wrapping around his waist in a tight hug. She pulled back enough to crane her neck to look up at him, her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed. “You’re late!”
“I know, kiddo. I couldn’t call, and I’m sorry,” he replied gently, his hand coming up to pat her head as she was still hugging him. “Were you good for Karla while I was gone?”
“Yep! We made smores and danced in the rain!” The chipper look overtook the solemn look she had. “Have you tried smores? They are really good!”
“Yeah,” Bucky chuckled, “can’t go wrong with some chocolate and marshmallows, right?”
“Can we play?” she asked, finally letting go of his waist and taking his hand.
“Sure kiddo. Just let me set my things down and we can play. What did you have in mind?”
“Fairies!”
Bucky couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he walked down the corridor with Kobik skipping next to him. “Fairies? That’s all? Did Karla take you out and show you how to catch fireflies?”
“Fireflies?” She had stopped skipping and walked alongside him, her head turning to look up at him. “Flies that are on fire?”
“No, kiddo,” he chuckled, “I’ll show you once I get cleaned up. You’ll like them, I promise.”
The little girl looked at him quizzically and nodded once, walking with him to his room. He told her to get the fairy things ready for him as he changed, and to wait in the common room for him, instructing her to leave Abner and Erik alone as they were both ornery and weren't in the mood for talking to anyone anytime soon. She had learned that sometimes after a mission the others weren’t in the chipper mood to chat with anyone. Except for Bucky. He always made time for her.
It only took him ten minutes to take a shower and change into clean clothes, forgoing drying his hair and leaving it damp as he walked down the hallway. Kobik was sitting on one of the chairs, her legs swinging away as she was wearing a blue dress and iridescent wings. Her hair was still in her pigtails, and her face lit up when she saw him.
“Buckaroo!”
She ran to him and wrapped her arms around his waist again, a simple act that Bucky had grown accustomed to over the months of having her on their team, in her words anyway.
“Ready to go look for fireflies?” he asked, pulling her away from him to walk to the cupboard to grab a jar.
“What’s the jar for?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.
“To put them in,” he replied with a smile. He took her hand and led her towards the entrance to head outside. He walked her in the direction he knew was a clearing in the woods, safe from any danger that could possibly be lurking. Her gasp and her grip tightening on his hand had him stop.
“They aren’t going to hurt you,” he said soothingly when he noticed she saw a flicker of light near her. “They are just insects, like butterflies and ladybugs.”
“But they light up,” she replied timidly, her free hand reaching out to a lingering light but it went out and her hand recoiled faster than any gun Bucky had used. There was a mixture of amazement and concern on her face.
“Did–did it die?” she asked softly, her head tilting like it always did when she asked a question.
“No, it is trying to find a partner,” he explained, letting her hand go slowly, “if you look closely, it is still hovering in the air right there.” His metal hand lifted and pointed to the dark spot in the space before her face. He brought up the jar beneath the insect and put his hand over the top to keep it in. The little bug flickered again, and Kobik leaned in to look at it, her eyes wide with astonishment. “He flickers his light to find the right girl bug on the ground. See?” He pointed to the ground where there were other flickerings happening.
“So they aren’t on fire,” Kobik stated, her hands coming up to hold the jar. Bucky let her have it, his hand coming off the top of it and the small bug flew out, blinking his morse code. “Hey!”
“It’s okay, there are plenty others,” he chuckled, waving his hand out to the clearing. She finally looked around and her shocked face gave him a smile. “Now, we can put them in the jar but we have to release them after a bit, so they can find their partner, understand?”
Kobik nodded enthusiastically and set off to try to capture the little insects to put in the jar. She giggled as she chased them around, apologizing when she noticed she stepped too close to one on the ground. She finally sat down and let the small bugs crawl into her hand from the blades of grass and gently nudged them into the jar.
“Karla said I could find you out here,” a voice sounded from behind him. Any other time Bucky would tense, but he knew that voice. He turned and smiled at Wanda, who stood next to him, her arm wrapping around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder. “You should be resting, James.”
“I will,” he replied, turning his head to press a soft kiss to her head, “but I was gone longer than I should have, and Kobik–”
“You could never say no to her,” Wanda smiled, looking at the little girl sitting on the ground, talking to the insects.
“Bucky! Look!” she yelled, holding up the jar that had five or so fireflies in.
“I told you!” he called back, smiling.
“Hi Wanda! Look! Fireflies!” Kobik beamed and set the jar down and looked at it.
Wanda laughed and nodded her head. “I can see that. Bucky showed you how to catch them I see.” Besides the rest of the Thunderbolts, Wanda was one of the few that wasn’t scared of Kobik, as she, too, was once deemed dangerous. It was one of the reasons why he loved her.
“Alright kiddo. Few more minutes and then we are going to have ourselves a fairy party inside,” Bucky called to her. She nodded, not looking up at him as she placed another bug into the jar.
“Fairy party, huh? Don’t think I ever saw you in fairy wings, James,” Wanda mused, pulling back to look at him. He shook his head and chuckled.
“Care to join us?”
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
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Knight in Shining Motorcycle: Part Two
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.7k
Warnings: feeling rejected and heartbroken, going on yet another bad date, belittling wait staff (by the date), fluff at the end
Summary: It's been a month since the incident with Jackson. It's been a month since you felt Bucky's arms around you. It's been a month and he hasn't said one word about it, and seems like he's gone back to his usual ways. It's time for you to move but why can't you?
read part one here: Knight in Shining Motorcycle
Squares Filled: seeking comfort in best friend (2020) for @star-spangled-bingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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It’s been a month since you and Bucky shared a bed. It’s been a month since he saved you from that disastrous date with Jackson. It’s been a month since you felt his arms around you, and you haven’t felt them since. It’s like after that night, Bucky went back to his normal ways of fucking a new girl every week. He refuses to think about that night, talk about that night, and acknowledge that it even happened.
Sometimes, he’d bring two girls back to the apartment for a very long night of you wanting to kill yourself from the noises you’d hear. You don’t get it. You thought you two had something. Were you just a means to an end? Another girl to get into his bed even though you never did anything other than sleep? Another notch in his belt?
The only person you can find comfort in is your best friend and Bucky’s sister, Mia. She’s the only one who will hear you complain about him because everyone does it. All of her friends who have gotten involved with Bucky have complained to her about how he didn’t treat them right or they caught feelings but he tossed them aside like they meant nothing.
However, this time it’s different. It’s the way you talk about Bucky or the way she sees him with other girls that makes her think there is something more to this than meets the eye.
“He hasn’t said anything to you?” you ask and fiddle with your cappuccino.
“No, sorry, hun.”
“I should move out. I don’t know where I’d go.”
“I wish I could say you can stay with me. Ty and I just converted the spare bedroom into our home office.”
“I know. I appreciate the offer. I have a little money saved but I have to tough it out until I get enough to afford something small.”
“Ty’s sister is a real estate agent. I can give her your number and she can try and help you out.”
“Yeah, maybe. I’m still trying to figure things out.”
“Hey, can Ty and I borrow your car this weekend? Ours is in the shop and we planned a romantic weekend up north.”
“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll drop it off the night before.”
“Thanks!”
You take a sip from your coffee and hear a motorcycle in the distance. You’d recognize that bike anywhere. Bucky pulls up near the cafe where you and Mia are and parks on the side of the road. He has a girl on the back of his bike that he no doubt met that day. Right in front of him is some fancy clothing store she wanted to go to. She gets off the bike, removes her helmet, and leaves him on the bike to go inside the store alone.
Bucky looks in your general direction but with his helmet on, it’s hard to determine exactly what he is looking at. Still, that doesn’t stop the glare you’re giving him.
“Just ignore him,” Mia says and pops a doughnut hole into her mouth.
“Easier said than done,” you mutter and look away from him. “That next morning, he acted like nothing happened. I figured he didn’t want to talk about it. Then a couple of days passed and he still didn’t mention it. Weeks went by and now I know he’s doing this to me on purpose. He’s being an ass.”
Bucky gets off his bike and takes off his helmet to get some fresh air, and he leans against the side of it effortlessly. If you were to do that, you’d surely knock the bike over. He waits for his fuck buddy to come out of the store, and she bounces over to him with a bag in hand. She wraps her arms around his neck and he pulls her in for a kiss.
It’s the kind of kiss that is meant for the bedroom but also the kind of kiss you want to show off to someone. You can’t be here anymore.
“I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”
You get up and toss some bills onto the table for your drink and leave in the opposite direction of Bucky and his new toy.
Bucky pulls away from the girl and looks over to where you and Mia are. When he doesn’t see you, he looks around for you only to see your retreating figure. He feels like shit for doing that. He absentmindedly rubs the knuckles that hold small scars from when he beat Jackson up for what he did to you.
You take the entire day to walk around town and be by yourself, so when you get home it’s already dark. Bucky is in the kitchen cooking something when you put your keys in the bowl by the front door. You round the corner and see him cooking something with only a towel wrapped around his waist as if he just got out of the shower. However, there isn’t any water on his body.
“Grab it while it’s hot,” he says.
“Really? You’re cooking in a towel? You couldn’t have gotten dressed first?”
He opens his mouth to reply but someone speaks from his bedroom that interrupts him.
“Bucky, where are you? I’m getting lonely.”
Bucky doesn’t feel guilty that he has a girl over. He feels guilty that you caught him. He sees the heartbroken look in your eyes that makes him want to shoot himself.
“Thanks for the offer but I’m not hungry. I’m sleeping over at Mia’s tonight.”
He lets you walk away.
The weekend comes quicker than you’d like. Without a car, you’re stuck in the apartment, and you’re not about to ask Bucky for a ride on his motorcycle. You’re stuck in your room on your phone when you get a message from Mia.
Hey, I know you didn’t ask for this but I hooked you up with someone Ty knows. He’s super nice!
like a blind date?
Yeah. I can tell him you’re not interested. I figured this is your chance to get over my brother.
yeah, i can try. where is the date?
At the new bar that just opened next to the cafe. His name is Travis. I told him 7 tonight.
okay. thank you. i’ll let you know how it goes.
Seven is three hours away, so you better get ready now. After taking a shower, you look in your closet for something to wear and come across the dress you wore for your date with Jackson. You haven’t worn it since because of the memories attached to it. Not memories of Jackson, memories of Bucky. Next to that dress is Bucky’s leather jacket he told you to keep. Like the dress, you haven’t worn it since and you’re sure as hell not going to wear it now.
There is a floral print dress that goes down to your ankles. It’s off the shoulders with long sleeves down to your wrists that bunches so the sleeves look flowy instead of compressed. The entire dress is flowy and light, perfect for a blind date. The match, you have chunky white wedges that give you a few extra inches. You keep your makeup light, hair down in soft waves, and jewelry that compliments the dress.
You leave your room and look at Bucky’s closed door. He’s been spending a lot of time in his room this past week with girls he picks up from anywhere. The only reason you’re telling him where you’re going is because you live with him. If you don’t, he’ll send an army to go look for you. There are noises and giggling coming from inside the room but when you knock, they cease.
One minute later, the door opens a crack and Bucky stands there with messy hair and sweats on.
“I’m going out. Don’t wait up for me.”
Bucky takes a moment to look at the outfit you’ve chosen and his demeanour changes immediately.
“Where are you going?”
“I have a date.”
“You don’t have a car.”
“I’ll Uber. Have fun with your girlfriend.”
You leave before he has a chance to say anything else. It takes the Uber ten minutes to get to you and another thirty minutes to get to the restaurant. Mia sent you a picture of what the man looks like but it was grainy and unclear. You step out with your phone in hand while looking around for Travis.
“Y/N?”
You turn to see an attractive man wearing a nice suit. You look at the picture once more to confirm it’s Travis, which it is.
“You must be Travis,” you chuckle nervously.
“Yeah. Wow, Mia sent me your picture but nothing compares to real life. You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you,” you blush.
“I made us a reservation. Shall we go inside?”
“After you.”
You two walk inside, get your table, order, and start chatting about your lives. Travis is a bit boring when it comes to having adventures. Unlike you. You can write a book about the adventures you’ve been on because you have Bucky as a roommate. When he’s not fucking some random girl, he’s actually pretty cool to hang out with. You two have been everywhere in town doing all sorts of things.
“So, what do you do for work?” Travis asks and sips his drink.
“Uh, I am an IT specialist who works from home. I get calls daily on how to fix computers and other tech-related stuff. It pays well and I get to stay home, so that’s a bonus.”
“That’s awesome. I’m terrible when it comes to computers.”
“What do you do?”
“I am a financial manager. Like you, it pays well but I’m stuck in meetings and in the office all the time.”
“Have you always wanted to work in the financial world?”
The waitress comes by with your food and sets the plates in front of you and Travis. You think she’s going to walk away and you can continue your conversation with Travis, but that’s not what happens.
“Am I supposed to be impressed with this?” he asks angrily.
“Excuse me?” the waitress stutters.
“I don’t even have to touch this to know it’s cold. Do I have to go back there and tell you how to do your damn job?”
Your mouth opens in embarrassment and shock.
“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll take this back right now and have it fixed.”
The waitress grabs the plate without looking at you and leaves immediately. Poor thing looks like she is going to cry. Travis shakes his head and turns back to you as if this never happened.
“So, anyway, I went to business school and all that, but it’s nice to get out of the office every once in a while, you know?”
You have no idea what to say. Mistreating waitstaff is an immediate turn off. Everything attractive about this man suddenly turns sour. You’re lucky you saw this early on instead of at the end of the date.
“I’m sorry, I have to use the ladies room. I’ll be right back.”
“Oh, sure.”
You take everything you own with you because you’re not coming back to this table. You make it seem like you’re going to the bathroom in case he’s watching but once your table is out of sight, you find the first waitress you see which so happens to be yours.
“Hey, I am so sorry about the way he spoke to you like that. I don’t even know him. My best friend set me up. Listen, I gotta get out of here but the table we’re at is by the door. Is there a back entrance I can use?”
“Yeah, I got you. He gave me the ick as soon as I saw him,” she shutters. “Follow me.” She takes you through the kitchen and the back door that they use when they go on breaks. “Good luck.”
“Oh, and don’t be afraid to spit in his food.”
“Trust me, the cook’s all over it.”
You walk through the small alley next to the bar to the main street. You take out your phone to call an Uber, but luck has it so that you don’t have any service. You try moving the phone around, even walking down to the street light, but nothing comes up.
“Damn it,” you mutter.
You can’t call Mia. You can’t use your car because she has it. The only person you know is Bucky. Should you call him? He’s probably frolicking with that woman still. Even if you were to call him, he’d probably hate you for ruining his date. The only other option is to walk home even though it took thirty minutes to get here by car.
The road stretches through the mountain briefly which you don’t want to walk through but what else are you gonna do? If you can’t get service in a busy restaurant area, there is no way you’re gonna get service in the mountains. The walk gives you time to think about your life. You have a good job that pays well but you can’t keep living with Bucky if it means seeing him with all these women. You have a major thing for him and it kills you to know you’re not the one he’s going home with.
Ten minutes go by until you hear the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle. It races past you without a second thought, screeches to a stop, turns around, and slowly creeps up behind you. You don’t have to see who it is to know who it is. Bucky pulls up next to you and walks the bike to keep up with your pace.
“Get on the bike.”
“No, I’ll walk. Thanks.”
“Don’t be difficult, Y/N. Get on the bike.”
“How the hell did you even find me?”
“I asked Mia. She told me the guy you were on a date with. I looked him up, and he posted to his Facebook about how his date ditched him, and all women are beneath him. He’s a fucking loser. I mean, he still uses Facebook,” he chuckles. “I figured you were out here somewhere.”
“Stop stalking me,” you roll your eyes. “I’ll meet you at home.”
“Get on the damn bike.”
“No!” Bucky revs his engine and surges forward, parking right in front of you to prevent you from going further. You try to go around him but he moves his bike in your path. “Why the hell do you care about me? You’ve proven I mean nothing to you.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” he asks and gets off his bike.
“You fucking know what I’m talking about. If you don’t, then you’re not worth my time.” You try pushing past him to continue your walk but he grabs your arm to prevent you from doing so. You quickly turn and slap his face. The shock is enough for him to let go of you. “Don’t fucking touch me. The last time you touched me, you left and never spoke of it again. Just go, please. You have a girl waiting for you at home. Just go to her.”
“I can’t!”
“Why not?!”
“Because she’s not you!” he yells loudly.
“Do better,” you scoff.
“Fuck,” he mumbles to himself. “I love you!” You pause to take in the information. “I can’t get you out of my fucking head. I’ve been trying all month to get you out of my head. None of the girls I’ve brought home have ever stuck because they’re not you. Being with you that one night has been better than anything I’ve done all fucking month.”
“Then why did you let me walk away?” you ask in a heartbreaking tone.
“Because I’m an idiot. Because you’re the realest thing I’ve ever had, and I didn’t want to fuck it up.”
Silence befalls the two of you, and you look around the desolate road.
“So, what are you gonna do about it?”
More silence. Bucky takes three big steps to get to you, grabs your waist with one hand, slides his other into your hair, and kisses you like he was supposed to a month ago. His lips fit so perfectly against your own like they belong there. You’ve pictured this moment in so many different ways, but this is not on your list.
“Are we really doing this?” you ask when he pulls away.
“Do you want to?” You nod with a smile. “You’re my girl now.”
“No more other women.”
“I’ve got the one I want.”
He leans down and kisses you again, this time, making your head soar to new places.
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Okay I'm looking for a very specific fanfic
It could've been on AO3 or fanfiction.net, I'm honestly not sure
but it was a Stuckony fic, and basically it was an omega verse au I believe, where Steve and Bucky were in a relationship, Steve being the alpha, and Tony was an omega in an abusive relationship and they all meet and help Tony escape
I specifically remember there being a line about this judge person being an 'old order' alpha, if that helps narrow it down at all
This is kind of embarrassing LMAO but I desperately need to find it if not just to satisfy my curiosity
Please please tell me if you think you know what I'm talking about and ESPECIALLY if you have a link
#stuckony#Tony Stark#Steve Rogers#james bucky barnes#bucky barnes#fanficiton#help finding a fic#fanfiction.net#archive of our own#omegaverse#tw abuse mention#stucky#Stony#ironwinter
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What’s Coming soon?
This is my what’s coming soon page so you can see the Fics/series/Drabbles etc. I have planned or I’m working on!!!
•So Soft… (Beefy!Bucky x Fem!Reader)
•Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk (Daddy!Reggie Kray x Little!Reader)
•Clowns (daddy!loki x little!reader)
•Don’t Play with Knives (Diego Hargreeves x Fem!Reader)
•Stutter (Diego Hargreeves x Fem!Reader)
This will be frequently updated!!!
I hope you enjoy reading these when their out :) 🧡💛
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a quiet life
pairing: bucky barnes/sam wilson
rating: g
word count: 609
summary: After a tough day, Bucky wakes up before Sam and cooks them breakfast.
~ao3 link~
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Pairing: DBF!Bucky x college!reader
Word Count: over 3K
Summary: You were hoping to sneak away after being at your fathers for a summer party, but Bucky has other ideas.
Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY, oral (f receiving), fingering, edging, p in v sex, Bucky is a menace in this okay?
Part 1 || Bucky Masterlist || Masterpost
The sound of the party going on outside grew muffled as you shut the window to your old room.
Taking a deep breath, you sighed and let your shoulders drop into a slouch before you kicked off your heels, humming to yourself once your feet were finally flat on the floor again.
"Your bedroom is adorable."
You spun on your heel with a gasp, spotting Bucky in the doorway, eyeing your old room as he walked toward you and suddenly you wished you could hide all of the posters on the walls and the stuffed animals on the window seat.
Your father had invited the two of you to one of his summer parties, offering you to stay with him for the weekend since you don't see him much anymore. You'd come up for a break from putting on a charade in front of your father - acting like you didn't let his best friend rail you in the back of a car just a couple weeks ago.
You didn't expect Bucky to follow you.
"What are you doing up here?"
"I wanted a minute alone with you," He said, stepping toward you, "And I think I'm owed my prize."
The bet. He was playing poker with your dad and their friends and you'd made a bet with him. You'd texted him that if he won, he won you. And though there was a growing pool of slick in your panties from him just standing there, you couldn't do that here - you had to be smart about whatever this was.
You couldn't let your dad catch you.
You took a breath to steady yourself as he began to crowd you. The woodsy pine and bergamot of his cologne took over your senses, making you think of that night in his car with your back against the door. The same scents had filled the car, drowning you in him as he gave you one of the best orgasms of your life.
His hands reached out, brushing up the skin of your arms until they rested over your collar bones. You did your best to ignore the way your body reacted to his touch so easily, the way your core clenched around nothing at just the feel of his hands on your neck.
God you were addicted.
"Think about where we are," You said, shifting your weight, waving your hand to the window where, if either of you were to step any closer, everyone - including your father - in the backyard would see you.
"And?" He asked, sliding his hands from your neck down to your hips, gripping your sides and trying to pull you closer.
You did your best to hold your ground, planting your feet firmly under you. He sat on the edge of the bed when he realized you weren't giving in and looked up at you, confused.
"Bucky," You tried to pry his hands off your hips, though all he did was tighten his hold, "Bucky we can't."
"Why not?" He tugged you again, a little rougher this time, making your feet stumble towards him as you caught yourself on his shoulders.
"Because it's wrong," You whispered. You could feel your resolve slipping through your fingers like water. If you didn't stop this now, you weren't going to be able to later. It wasn't that you didn't want to, you just didn't want to get caught.
He nosed at the side of your neck, under your jaw before his breath fanned against you, "That's what makes it so much better."
You did your best to ignore the flame his teasing ignited in your core, weakly pushing his shoulders. "But not here."
"It's okay," He said into your skin, pulling you to sit over his thigh as he pushed it up to rub against your covered clit. "I already locked the door."
"What if they come looking for you?" You asked, biting the edge of your lip to keep the whine from escaping your throat as he rolled your hips over his thigh, the fabric of your dress sprawled over you both like a blanket.
"I told them I was headed to bed," He said, "Remember? I'm spending the night here, too."
How could you forget? When your father had told you about the arrangement, your brain had short circuited right there in the kitchen and it was a miracle you were able to come across as normal in your acknowledgement. You knew the two of you wouldn't be able to keep your hands to yourself, and you'd hoped that Bucky had gotten a hotel so maybe you could sneak off.
"What if he comes looking for me?" You asked, your voice thin as you whined at the pressure his thigh was giving you.
"He won't," His teeth grazed against your collar bone as he rocked your hips over his denim covered thigh, his hands moving down to hold the backs of your legs before they moved up under the fabric of your dress, his fingers digging into your ass before they tugged on the fabric of your panties.
"Let me have these," He muttered into your neck before pulling back to look at you.
"We shouldn't," You weakly argued and the look in his eyes was the only warning you got.
It was a blur when he suddenly stood, flipping you around to land on your back on the bed.
"You made a bet with me," He spoke into your calf as he planted kisses along your leg before he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed, "I take bets very seriously."
He helped you sit up so he could reach around the back of your dress to unzip it, pulling it up and over your head before tossing it to the ground. He froze at the sight of you, eyes scanning over your body as he took in the matching red lingerie set that hugged you perfectly. Bucky lightly ran his hand over you, up your leg, your stomach, your chest - up to the front of your neck where he tightened his grip just under your jaw, soaking your panties even more.
"Who were you wearing this for, hm?" He asked, lightly pushing you back down.
You wore it for him, and he knew it, he just wanted to hear you say it. But you wanted to know what would happen if you could make him a little jealous. Rile him up a little bit. "That's none of your business, Bucky."
"It is now," He shucked off his button up shirt before undoing his belt, tossing them both to the ground before he kneeled on the bed at your feet, pushing your knees open. "Tell me."
You swallowed at the commanding tone in his voice and you couldn't help but be glad he hadn't rid you of your panties yet so he couldn't see you clenching around nothing. You kept your lips sealed as you stared up at him through your lashes, knowing he wasn't going to let the topic go.
"C'mon, honey," He drawled, his voice sweetening to get what he wanted from you. You let out a deep breath as you held your ground, watching the sweetness turn sickly in his eyes as he smirked at you.
"Not gonna tell?" He asked, knowing his answer as he reached forward and gripped your thighs. "You sure about that?"
You tipped your nose up at him, doing your best to ignore the warmth from his hands on your skin as he moved up your hips and grabbed the edges of your panties before pulling them down. He shoved your knees further apart as he got down, laying on his stomach in the little room that was left of the twin mattress.
"Last chance, sweetheart," His husky voice sends a shiver through you as he breathes over your folds. "Or you don't get to cum. Which is a shame cause you look so good when you do." You narrowed your eyes at him, brows scrunching at his smirk.
"You wouldn't." He didn't respond, he just continued to stare, waiting for an answer to his question. You held his gaze, testing him - daring him to follow through with it.
Without warning, his tongue swiped out at your clit before flattening and running slow over your folds, pulling a gasp from you as you wiggled in his hold. Closing his lips around your bundle of nerves, he groaned into you, the vibrations sending a jolt through your body, a moan bubbling up through your chest that you had to bite your lips to hold in.
"You want to test that theory?" He asked, eyeing you from his spot between your legs. You took a deep breath through your nose and pursed your lips, keeping your silence and he smirked before diving back in.
A whine pushed past your lips as you tried to keep it together, his tongue working through your folds as if he was a starved man. The feeling of his fingers pushing through your entrance had you groaning as you threw your head back.
It wasn't long before he had you at the edge, trying to grind down against his face or get his fingers deeper to push you over when he pulled his mouth off and removed his fingers.
You huffed, pulling your head up and glaring at him.
"Are you ready to tell me who you wore this for? Hm?" he asked, reaching up to tug on the bra that matched your discarded panties, trailing your arousal along your skin as he slid his hand back down your side.
You thought about it for a second. Sure, you could tell him and get the orgasm your body was craving now, or you could hold out a little longer, making that orgasm feel ten times better once you finally got it. So, you tipped your chin up, staring at him down the slope of your nose and he smirked.
"Have it your way," He muttered, "Let's see how long you last."
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"Fuck, Bucky please," You writhed under him, his arms holding your hips down so you couldn't get follow him as he pulled his mouth away again. You still hadn't told him what he wanted, and this was the fifth time he'd edged you, bringing you so close only to back up and watch as the frustration grew in your eyes.
"Answer the question, honey," He licked a stripe up your slit, "and I'll give you whatever you want."
"Fine," You huffed, propping yourself up on your elbows, "I wore it for you okay? I just thought we'd be able to sneak off somewhere not in the house."
He smirked up at you again, "Well that's just too bad isn't it?" He asked, "We didn't make it very far."
"I don't care, just please let me cum," You almost sobbed. You were fighting back frustrated tears and he cooed at you, reaching up to cup your cheek and pull on your bottom lip with his thumb.
"Tell me what you want," He ordered, holding incredibly still as he waited.
"Fuck me," You said probably too quickly but you didn't care, "Please, Bucky."
He crawled his way up your body and your hands shot out to his belt, undoing it and working the zipper as fast as you could. He chuckled into your neck before helping you out, getting rid of his pants and boxers in one motion before settling in between your legs, the underside of his cock resting against your slick folds.
"Ah, fuck," He sighed as he leaned back, gathering your slick and covering his shaft in it before lining himself up with your entrance. He pushed forward, sliding in with ease considering how worked up you were. He shuddered before grabbing your hips, pulling them up and sliding his knees under, propping you up and making his cock brush against that spongy spot.
He started rocking slowly, chuckling at your soft whine, your hands reaching for him, to try and pull him closer, to get him to go faster, something. But he caught your hands, holding them together with his left against your stomach, pushing against the slight bulge as he thrusted deep, earning a sharp gasp from you that ended in a moan.
The sound of the back door opening cut off your moan and your eyes shot open, your head lifting off the bed.
"Bucky, wait," You choked out, trying not to let a moan slip as he kept thrusting into you, "We can't get cau - " His free hand reached forward, planting his hand over your mouth.
"We won't," He growled down at you and you couldn't deny the flutter in your stomach the rumble of his voice caused. "As long as you stay quiet."
He moved his fingers to prod at your lips, "Open." He demanded and you couldn't stop your jaw from moving on its own, letting his middle and ring finger push in, resting on your tongue and flooding your taste buds with your own arousal.
You whined around his fingers as he rocked his hips into yours. He was listening to the laughter from downstairs, the clinking of glasses and beer bottles opening as he watched you. You were breathing deep through your nose, trying to hold yourself together as he still refused to stop his hips.
"God," he whispered, "you feel so fucking good."
After slowly dragging himself almost all the way out, he slammed into you, pressing his fingers down on your tongue as you choked back a moan. When he realized there was no squeak to your bed, he smirked down at you. That was the only warning you got before he set a brutal pace, leaning over you as his hips slammed into yours.
You moaned around his fingers again, holding back as much as you could as he kept hitting that spot over and over.
"Fuck, you take me so well. You were made for me, weren't you?" He asked and you nodded, humming around his fingers as he smirked down at you. He let your hands go, pushing your legs towards your chest without stopping his hips movements, the new angle making your eyes roll back.
"Don't you dare cum yet," He growled down at you as he pressed on your tongue again. "Not until I say so."
You did your best to nod, mumbling around his fingers as your hands reached under you to grab his thighs, raking your nails across what skin you could reach.
"Oh look at you," He grunted, "Always so pretty when you're stuffed, aren't you?"
All you could do was nod dumbly back, the only thing on your mind being fighting that orgasm until he gave you permission. You entirely missed the back door opening and closing again, followed by the silence downstairs and the voices outside.
The party had moved back outside.
You missed it, but Bucky didn't.
Once he was sure there wasn't anyone downstairs, he pulled his fingers from your mouth, moving them to circle your clit.
"Go on sweetheart," He moaned, "Let me hear you."
You shook your head as you bit your lip. He chuckled at you, "Don't worry, everyone's outside." He applied more pressure with his circling fingers, "But it's only a matter of time before they come back in, so let me hear you. Cum for me, sweetheart."
The tension in your belly snapped and your cunt clenched around him pulling a groan from his chest as he watched you throw your head back with a shout.
"There you go," He continued with his brutal pace and you could've sworn you could feel him in your chest, each thrust forcing the air out of your lungs before you got a chance to take a breath.
"Give me one more," He let your legs go, grabbing your hips and pulling you into him. With the angle change and the heavy hand he pressed onto your stomach, you felt yourself tumbling towards the edge again. "C'mon, give me another one."
You shook your head, "I can't - oh fuck - "
"Yes you can, you can take it, c'mon," He grunted out, "Be a good girl and give me another one."
Your orgasm washed over you again, white flooding your vision as your body tensed under his. One of his hands covered your mouth just in time, your scream vibrating against his palm. He slammed into you just a few more times, reveling in the feeling of your walls fluttering around him before he pulled out, finishing over your stomach.
Your legs were like jello when he finally moved them back down to the bed before he got up and started searching the floor. He eventually showed up next to you again, gently brushing a hand across your face.
"What do you want me to use to clean you up?" He asked, his voice soft as he caressed your skin.
You pointed to where your towels would be and it was only a matter of seconds before he was back wiping his mess off you. He pulled the blanket out from under you, placing it over your sweat slicked body and getting dressed again.
"I'll see you in the morning," He whispered, throwing a wink your way.
You wanted to reach out, to grab his hand and ask him to stay. But then you remembered where you were, and who you were.
You couldn't do that, not in your fathers house. So, as much as you hated watching him walk out your door, you didn't stop him. You listened to his footsteps as he retreated down the hall to the guest room, the door shutting, and the guest bathroom shower turning on.
You turned over in bed, ignoring the dull ache in between your legs and the want in your chest, the want to follow him. The need to have his hands on you again even though he just left.
You wrapped your arms around one of your pillows, pulling it to your chest as you buried your face in your sheets, trying to drown yourself in his smell before it went away.
Your dads muffled laughter from outside made your heart sink.
What were you going to do?
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Wrapped Around Your Fingers
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Word Count: 516
Summary: Bucky's fingers are your favorite...especially when they're inside you.
Author's Note: Thank you SO MUCH my lovely for feeding me with such goodness, love you! ❤️Naturally when I saw this picture the first thing I zeroed in on was the hair tie and then of course HIS FINGERS. So, here we are...500 words of porn later. Hope you enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you bunches 🥰
Warnings: smut, fingering, light dirty talk and praise, choking (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)
You can feel the heat of his skin pressed against your back, his chest slick with sweat as his lips brush your ear and he tightens his metal hand around your neck.
“That’s it doll. Fuck. Lemme feel you squeeze my fingers.”
His teeth close around your earlobe and you tremble, digging your fingernails into his bicep. His thick fingers push deeper, pumping in and out slowly as you rock your hips.
He has you held tight to his chest, his legs spread wide and his hard cock pushing into your lower back. Your inner thighs glisten with wetness and he looks between your legs to watch his fingers slide in and out of your soaked pussy.
“Isn’t that a pretty sight?” he croons, nuzzling your neck. “You love it when I fuck you with my fingers, don’t ya baby doll?
You moan out his name, your eyelashes fluttering closed as he curls his fingers and presses his thumb to your clit.
“Answer me,” he demands, tightening his grip on your throat.
“Yes. Fuck yes Bucky. More!”
You can feel him smile into your skin as he pushes a third finger inside you, the stretch just right. Your nails drag down his arm, leaving marks along his skin and when you reach his wrist and find the black hair tie secured around it you moan again, slipping your fingers beneath the elastic.
You tug on the hair tie and grip his wrist, pushing his fingers deeper inside you. His growl vibrates right through your body and he tilts your head back, trailing his lips down your neck.
Your legs start to shake and he moves his fingers faster, rubbing your clit in small circles until your stomach is tightening and you’re rocking against him.
“Come on doll face,” he groans. “Fuck yourself on my fingers. I want you to cum for me.”
You have a death grip around his wrist and when his metal hand puts more pressure around your throat you start to feel the rush of your release, your walls clenching his fingers with every wave of pleasure.
He doesn’t stop the slow movement of his fingers, even as you whine his name and your hands fall limp the bed.
“That’s my girl,” he praises, peppering your neck and cheek with soft kisses as he pulls his fingers free and ghosts them up your stomach.
He releases your neck and his metal fingers caress the tender skin. “So good,” he murmurs into your skin, “such a good girl.”
His fingers reach your mouth and he parts your lips, humming in satisfaction as you lick them clean of every drop.
“See how good you taste,” he whispers, removing his fingers and turning you in his arms.
You’re still reeling from your orgasm and when he lifts you up to straddle his lap you go limp against his chest.
“That was only number two,” he whispers, positioning his cock between your wet folds. “I know you’ve got at least one more for me baby doll,” he simpers as he slowly slides inside you inch by inch.
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hello everyone! it’s kehlani. after a long break i am writing again! please feel free to request :3 but keep in mind…. ⭐️
keep in mind I don’t write x male fics but I can do gender neutral.
I don’t have many limits but here r mine:
toilet stuff, necrophilia, incest (stepcest is on a thin line) & underage (for characters like Bakugo. For example, I may do aged up, but if I’m being honest with you, the fact that I have to age them up, makes me uncomfortable, because the fact that they have to be aged up in the first place shows that they’re minors. If you can give me an aged up au then I’ll think about it)
here r the fanfics I’ve wrote so far!
shuri
bucky
love quinn
shota aizawa
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Preview?
Hey friends, would anyone be interested in a preview of a Bucky Hidden Marriage AU I'm working on?
I have no idea how long it will actually turn out being, or how long it will be until I actually get to post it but I figured Id test out the waters a bit and see.
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Release Me
Pairings: Dom Bucky Barnes x Sub Steve Rogers
Summary: After an intense mission of fighting, Steve wants to be released but will Bucky let him
Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Cock Cage, CBT, Slapping, Anal Fingering, Master/Slave, Bondage, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Fight Kink, Sir Kink, Teasing
“Alright everyone had back, that looks like all of them” Steve spoke in his mic, fingers pressed to his ear to listen for any response, storming his way out of the warehouse, shield in tow and gun shoved back into his holster. He walked with a certain swag, hips swaying and muscles tensing against his suit, like they were bursting to get out and breath. He was certainly starting to feel it after that intense fight with a group of terrorists harbouring illegal weapons and bombs, which was unusual for him considering his super soldier serum running through his veins. It took a lot to take down the captain but today he was feeling it. As he entered the outside fresh air, the cold wind gushing across his face and lighting his cheeks up bright red, he noticed the rest of the gang at the jet.
There was a huge crate of what was assumed to be the illegal weapons and another crate which was designed carefully to hold the most dangerous weapon. Fury have given them the intel only an hour ago before they suited up and headed to the warehouse. The terrorists were planning on bombing the city, targeting shield and then the white house. It was a classic case of free willers, earning for a world run by themselves in which they believed they were doing good for the nation but only hurting everyone in turn. To the team, they were a piece of cake to take down. Everyone knew their part and played them well, earning a quick and easy defence against the opposition and in turn earning them the win. Fury would be happy no matter what method they used, you could even say he didn’t give a crap if they decided to turn around and torture every one of them for fun, as long as the country stayed safe and they didn’t completely wreck the place, he was happy.
Sam and Bucky loaded the jet with the evidence, safely loading it and buckling it so it didn’t jolt to much whilst taking off. Natasha ran a hand through her sweaty auburn hair, shaking it down her back and catching her breath. Clint was busy counting his arrows, safely depositing them in his holder and inspecting his bow. Some kid nearly destroyed it, and he was pissed. Steve could finally take his helmet off, his sweaty head allowed to finally breath and he too ran a hand over his exhausted face.
“Good work team, we’ll get these back to shield first then head back” he informed the group, climbing onto the jet to take position at front. He threw his helmet down on the side, hearing it clunk and clatter and grabbed a bottle of water, gulping it down with ease and swallowing the icy liquid. He sucked in a breath between gritted teeth and watched as Bucky and Sam entered the jet.
“Give us one of those” Sam held his hand out for a bottle and Steve reach down to pick one up. But he stopped abruptly and hissed. His hand almost reached for his crotch, but he slapped it against his thigh and shuffled awkwardly on his feet. The pain was irritable and not the normal kind of pain an ordinary person would experience. No, this was something different. Of course, Steve realised he was making a scene not long after he audibly groaned and looked up to see Sam and Bucky staring at him.
“You, okay?” Sam asked confused and Steve smiled forcefully.
“Yeah, just pulled a muscle” he shrugged and chucked Sam the water who hummed and then focused on his water. But as Steve looked around, his eyes caught Bucky’s and that smirk on his face.
‘Fuck’ Steve said to himself. Bucky knew exactly the reason why he was groaning. And he was enjoying it.
It wasn’t long before Steve and the rest of the group were back at the tower. Sam and Clint were hanging in the game’s room, fighting over winning the new car racing game. Steve wasn’t much into those. He was more of a conversation guy, listen to old records and candle lit dinners and evenings at the movies. As the group would say, that old man needs to get with the times. But he wasn’t the only one like that. Bucky was the same. Having been from the same year, both over a hundred years old, they were sometimes still living in the past. Natasha was in her own room, meditating with the soft music and candles lit across her room. It was something she took up a while ago to calm herself after a mission, destress and clear her mind. In fact, Fury had mentioned it to her.
And Steve… well he was in his bedroom, waiting patiently. He had been pacing for about a minute before he heard the footsteps, he knew all too well and stood in his spot, watching the door closely. He was teasing him, knowing that Steve was expecting the door to open straight away and when thirty seconds passed, Steve began to turn irritable and restless. He hopped on one foot to the other, hands clutching the other behind his back as he desperately waited for the door to open.
It felt like a whole ten minutes had passed before the door finally opened with a creak like it always did and Bucky's face appeared. His plump lips were pressed together in a neutral expression and when the door swung behind him, slamming, and nearly knocking the lamp on the bedside table off (something that happened frequently due to their strength) his smirk creeped onto his face as he strolled over.
“Hey” he greeted softly.
“Hi” Steve replied and gripped his hands tighter. He knew the rules. No touching without permission.
“Good leading today” Bucky praised as he reached him, and Steve's smile grew. They were the exact same height, if not Bucky being just an inch taller, and Steve had to lift his eyes ever so slightly.
“Thank you… Sir” the word made Bucky harden and grin and his bright blue eyes crisped at the edges. The words were on the tip of his tongue, and he was fighting to say them. Bucky could see the begging in his eyes and how he bounced on his heel to make the discomfort more bearable.
“Go on then, ask me?” Bucky ordered and Steve groaned softly. He was so desperate, and it was almost humiliating.
“Please Sir” he started off with. It was a good start but would get him nowhere.
“Please what?” Bucky stepped closer until his chest was almost touching Steve's, his hands dangling by his sides and teasing Steve. Teasing him by not even touching him but being so close to doing so.
“Please let me out, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you” Steve whined like a little boy, wanting a toy to play with, only what he wanted was pleasure. Bucky grinned further, enjoying the torment he was bringing onto Steve. Watching him go from leader to a whining little bitch and Bucky was going to make sure he knew it.
“It’s not even been five minutes and you’re already whining like a bitch” Bucky’s hand began to creep up against Steve's body, gliding over the comfy clothes he replaced from his suit and Bucky could feel him tensing. He squirmed to not bring his own hands forward and touch Bucky, knowing if he did, he’d receive correct immediately and most likely never be let out.
“How do you think the others would feel if they knew how much of a slut you really are, if they knew that their captain was really just a toy for me to use, all locked up and at my disposal” Bucky asked, whispering softly to Steve who let out a moan as Bucky trailed over his crotch, just barely grabbing his aching member.
“I don’t know Sir” Steve breathed, not even paying much attention to the question. Bucky didn’t half care either, it was more just to rile Steve up which worked every time. Bucky could feel him start to shake and he was desperate to be released.
“Perhaps we should go tell them” he tilted his head and Steve groaned. His heart picked up a beat and a dread washed over him. He knew deep down Bucky was joking but the fear of his colleagues and teammates finding out that captain America was actually a submissive for Bucky Barnes filled him with dread and his stomached turned into a tight knot.
“Whatever you would like Sir” he answered, and Bucky chuckled, hand reaching behind his neck and tightly grasping it, yanking him forwards.
“Exactly, whatever I like” he whispered back before pouncing a kiss of Steve's lips, engulfing his mouth, and taking control. Steve moaned into Bucky's tender kiss, soft plump lips, and nose grazing against his. Warm skin and scratches from his beard. Steve felt like he was going to explode any minute and he knew deep down he had a while to go before he would be feeling any sort of pleasure. Bucky kissed him deeper, his hand now sliding into those blonde locks and grasping them tightly. Steve hissed as they broke the kiss, and his head was craned backwards.
“Now be a good boy and get undressed for me” he ordered, and Steve nodded as much as he could against Bucky's hold.
“Yes Sir” he immediately undressed, flinging off his joggers and t-shirt, leaving him completely naked. Steve hadn’t bothered with underwear, making it less work for him to get undressed. He stood back in position, chin high and hands behind his back. His chest puffed out and glistened from the layer of sweat. But what was most eye catching was his cock. Two days he had been locked in the cage, swollen, and fighting to feel any pleasure. Two days he had gone without masturbation, and he was dying, aching for a release, aching to be touched by Bucky or his own hand. Today was the toughest. Fighting those terrorists whilst wearing a cock cage isn’t something he’d recommend to anyone. Bucky knew they had a mission but kept it on anyway. It was why he was smirking earlier. Steve didn’t pull a muscle, he couldn’t with having that serum running through him. he was wincing because of his aching cock… like a slut.
The cage was metal, keeping his cock completely limp with the head of it poking out the end to allow for use of the bathroom. His balls were currently being squished and fighting against the two metal compartments for them. He had absolutely no way of touching himself, giving himself a hard on or any way to come. He was lucky Bucky didn’t seal off his hole to ensure defiantly no coming. He managed to get away with just the cage.
“Look at you, all swollen and desperate for release, I bet that was hard wasn’t it, fighting like this earlier, all locked up” Bucky trailed his hand down, reaching the top of his crotch, nearly touching the exposed skin available to touch.
“Yes, Sir it was”.
“And now you want out” Bucky clarified.
“Yes Sir, please let me out, I’ll make you feel good, I’ll do whatever you want me to do” Steve begged and Bucky grinned, flashing his teeth.
“Well, you know I like it when you keep up a fight” and then he lifted his hand, smacking it across Steve's face so hard it nearly knocked him over. Steve could actually feel the smack, the tingle and burning sensation afterwards and Steve gritted his teeth, breathing in deeply before staring back at Bucky. He was not going to give up this easily. Bucky wants a fight and that’s what he’ll get. Steve loved to play this game. Force him to submit and then finally relinquish all control and give into the sexy super soldier before him.
Steve moved his face back to the middle, sucking in a breath to fight the tingle on his cheek. If this were someone else, they’d most likely be groaning in agony from the slap but his serum was doing half the work for him. But it wasn’t long before Bucky smacked him again, this time the other cheek and sent his head flying to the other side, another grunt escaping through gritted teeth. Steve wasn’t giving in that easily and Bucky loved it when he fought to.
“You love it when I smack you about like a piece of meat don’t you, just a slut for me to use and abuse and make me feel good” Bucky teased, slapping again, this time Steve wobbling on his feet, trying to gain his balance.
“My perfect little submissive, knows exactly what his place is” Bucky spoke as if Steve wasn’t even there, a grin plastered on his face and another smack to his now swollen cheeks, red and puffy.
“Is that all you got” Steve commented lowly, and Bucky huffed. Here he was fighting back. Bucky sucked in his bottom lip, running his teeth over before lifting his boot and kicking Steve right in the chest, sending him on top of the bed. A gut-wrenching groan came from Steve, coughing as the wind was kicked out of him and he clutched his abs.
“You know I can go harder than that” Bucky stood between his legs, smacking his hands on his chest, and running his fingers up to Steve's collarbone, gripping his shoulders and yanking him upwards. Steve rested on his palms as Bucky pressed a knee over his aching cock, confined to its cage which was worse than the kick to his stomach. Steve hissed and wiggled under Bucky but was careful not to squirm too much. It was harder with his cock in the cage, all swollen and sensitive.
“Now are you going to be a good boy for me” he whispered, and Steve nodded fast.
“Yes, yes Sir” he breathed. Bucky gripped his hair and yanked his head back, sucking hard on his lips as he kissed him, popping his bottom lip out. Steve moaned and looked up sweetly into Bucky's eyes, enjoying the little piece of pleasure he earned just there.
Moments later, Steve was bound on the bed. His hands were tied to his anklets and rope tied around under his knees, bringing them up and tied to the headboard behind him. he was open and on display, hole puckering as he wiggled in the bondage. Bucky smirked as he strolled to the bed, now naked and free, cock dangling openly as he climbed on the bed. Steve was look perfect and beautiful and desperate for cock and coming. Bucky crawled over to Steve straddling his chest and running his nails across his chest leaving bright scratch marks which made Steve hiss.
Bucky chuckled enjoying the torture and pain he was inflicting on Steve. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to give Steve any pleasure. He’d just have to wait and ask nicely enough. For now, it was all about him.
“Open that gorgeous mouth of yours” Bucky ordered as he held his dick, ready to be sucked and worshipped. Steve opened his mouth widely, sticking his tongue out which allowed Bucky to stroke it across the wet thing, teasing Steve. His cock twitched in the cage and pressed against the cold metal, aching to become hard. A little taste was for starters as he pressed the tip of his cock inside Steve's mouth, yanking it out before he could taste anymore.
“Please Sir more, I want more of your cock” he whispered, whining at the edge of his tone and puppy dog eyes. Bucky groaned and placed his cock further inside, stroking it slowly out. Steve leaned forward to try and get more of his length in, hungry for his master’s cock. Bucky wasn’t going to waste time now. He wanted Steve's nice wet mouth wrapped around him. A hand cupped the back of Steve's neck and forced his head down on to his cock. He thrusted in and out, his cock hitting the back of Steve's throat earning a gag every time.
“Oh, fuck Steve, you feel so good on my cock” Bucky moaned, leaning his head backwards. Saliva dribbled down Steve's chin, pooling at the crook of his chest. Bucky thrusted faster inside Steve's mouth, earning gurgled sounds. His lips pressed over his cock and turned him harder within moments. Steve gripped his fists tightly as his mouth was fucked in the awkward position. His teeth slightly grazed the skin, and he sucked on the end of Bucky's cock, popping it from his mouth and sucking in a deep breath before it was shoved straight back in there. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Bucky used his mouth.
“That’s it, suck your master’s cock” Bucky felt his orgasm coming but groaned sharply as come flew into Steve's mouth, cock twitching and shaking as he released. Sweat dripped from both of them and heavy breaths as well. Steve's mouth was full and sticky and salty, and he licked his lips of every last drop. His cock was ready to explode out of the cage, red skin, and the tip twitching. Bucky calmed his body down, crawling backwards off Steve's chest as he reached his ass.
“God your cock is just aching to come out isn’t it” Bucky smirked as he grabbed the locked-up member, palming him. Steve flinched and gasped, legs flailing about as Bucky pressed his thumb in the sensitive areas. So desperate and needy.
“Please Sir, please let me come, I’ve been so good for you” Steve begged, and Bucky chuckled. A finger flicked on his asshole, pressing inwards teasingly and Steve pressed his head into the pillow. It was becoming too much for him. The pleasure and pain of being denied and delayed an orgasm. He had no choice though.
“Get my fingers ready” Bucky placed his hand under Steve's chin who sucked up as much saliva and spat into his hand. Bucky wiped it over Steve's asshole before pressed a metal finger to the opening, slowly pressing inside. He was tight especially since Bucky had last been in there a few days ago.
“Fuck you’re so tight Steve” Bucky whispered and pressed his finger in further, opening him up. His asshole stretched painfully, and Steve groaned in the pillow, toes curling. Bucky slipped the finger out and place two in, the metal gliding over and in easily. His fingers were so long, and he could feel his prostate. An index finger curled at it and Steve jumped, groaning.
“Oh, please Sir” he didn’t know how long he could beg for.
“That’s it, keep begging me” another finger followed, and his asshole was opening wider and wider. Whilst his metal hand was busying playing with his ass, his other hand was busying with his swollen cock. Another index finger teased the tip of his cock, tickling it and making Steve squirm. Steve clenched around Bucky's fingers, breathing heavily as the pleasure began to overload him. The metal fingers pumped in and out, skin flapping and cock bouncing. Steve was sweating and tensing his body, a tingle running through his body.
He continued to beg, pleading to be allowed to come and be released. He wouldn’t be able to come with that monster on his cock, holding him back. And with the fingers in his ass, it was becoming harder to hold back. Bucky squeezed what he could of his balls, pinching any skin bursting out of the cage and gripped it tightly at the base. Steve almost yelled but clenched his jaw. He didn’t want someone to hear him.
“You want out Steve” Bucky asked, and he nodded fast.
“Yes, yes please Sir, I’ll do anything for you” he begged, eyes closed and fingers latching onto his ankles for support.
“I know you will, because you’re my slut aren’t you, my bitch to play with, to do what I want. Everyone thinks you’re the one in charge but really, I am, aren’t I”.
“Yes, yes you are Sir, you’re in charge, you’re my master. I’ll do anything for you” Bucky was fingers deep in his asshole and pumped them harder for another ten seconds before pulling them out, his hole puckering. A jangle of keys alerted Steve and suddenly he felt cold on his cock. The cage was removed, and the moment Bucky wrapped his hand around his cock he jumped for the heavens, groaning loudly into the pillow, eyes barely open like he was half asleep and toes curling tightly that they turned white. Bucky rubbed him fast, long fingers wrapping around tightly, and he could see him twitching, ready to release.
“Please Sir can I come?” this was the final straw for Steve. He needed to come and if he was denied, he considered coming anyway. But Bucky wasn’t going to be that cruel.
“Yes, you can” he granted Steve's wish and come flew onto his hand, shooting up and spilling over his crotch, running down his thighs and over Bucky's hand. It was the best orgasm he ever had. Like a million fireworks going off. He was sensitive and twitchy and hot and sticky and tired. But he was in pleasure overload and his head rested back in the pillow as he calmed down from the most intense orgasm he ever had. Bucky cupped his balls softly and palmed them, earning little flinches from Steve and chuckled softly.
“Come clean me off” he held his hand for Steve to lick off his come off. Steve looked up with tired eyes and a drunk smile on his face.
“Thank you, Sir,” he whispered and Bucky grinned, leaning over and kissing him sweetly.
“Good boy” another peck and a nose rub followed. Bucky untied Steve, letting him down gently before lying in bed beside him, arms wrapped around each other, fingers in hair and rubbing soft circles over his chest.
“Please tell me I won’t be in the cage for a while, that nearly killed me” Steve murmured against Bucky's chest who laughed softly, pressed his lips to his forehead.
“Fine, no cage… but we’ll have to do something with your ass” he teased, and Steve glanced up, seeing that smirk on his face.
“Jerk”.
“Punk” the two laid there naked and tussled and sleepy and completely in bliss. Steve for a second did wonder.
What would the others think if they knew this is what he was like behind closed doors?
Hey so I hope you like this one shot, let me know what you think in the comments
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