#*in the horniest voice ever* god youre so gross

[judasonhisknees]

in love w all the gross pervy butches out there btw. if u even care,,

[jobean12-blog]

Spiral of Need

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (FATWS!Bucky)

Word Count: 1,467

Summary: You and Bucky are on an undercover mission

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club Bucky Barnes appreciation day and FATWS!Bucky. I got this great ask so I thought it would work perfectly for it. Hope you enjoy and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: jealous Bucky, dom!Bucky, dirty talk, cursing, oral sex (f rec), SMUT (18+ ONLY PLEASE!) 

DO NOT CLICK ‘KEEP READING’ UNLESS YOU ARE 18+ YEARS OF AGE, thank you! 

You discreetly adjust your hidden earpiece before silently letting Bucky know you’re about to make your move. He gives you a small nod before turning to the bar and ordering a drink. You saunter over to your target, the dress you’re wearing leaving little to the imagination and the moment the man catches sight of you he grins.

Your skin crawls but you remain calm as you walk by. Alexander Pierce’s arm reaches out to touch your elbow and you stop, giving him a coy look.  “Well, hello there beautiful. What are you doing here by yourself?” he asks, moving closer.  

Letting your eyelashes fan your cheek you giggle. “Oh! Well, I was with a friend, but she seems to have found better company,” you explain, finishing the last of your champagne.

“It must be my lucky night then,” Pierce says smoothly. “Care to join me for another drink?” he asks, motioning to your empty glass and offering you his elbow. He introduces himself and you give him your fake name, taking his arm and walking toward the bar.

You can feel Bucky’s eyes on you the entire time but refrain from glancing his way.  You’re sure to play the part of an interested and fawning woman, resting your hand on Pierce’s knee as he goes on about his new business plan.

After a few drinks Pierce starts to get more handsy and you know you need to download the information off his phone soon. His glass is empty, so you turn to get the bartenders attention. You feel his hand cup your ass and you inwardly cringe but instead of laying him out you slowly remove his hand with a shy giggle.

The sound of a glass breaking pulls your attention away and you look down the bar to find Bucky shooting daggers your way and broken pieces of glass littering the bar. You give him a questioning glance before turning back to Pierce who thankfully seems to be too busy staring down your dress to notice anything else.

Bucky’s POV

Bucky stares down the bar and watches Pierce’s hand caress your ass. His vision blurs with anger and he squeezes his drink a little too hard, the glass shattering under the pressure of his metal fingers. When you look his way, your eyes are questioning but you quickly shift your focus back to the target.

He lets out a low growl and he knows you hear it in your earpiece, your body giving away more than you realize. Pierce’s hand continues to brush over your skin and Bucky sucks in a breath, silently berating himself for losing control.

This whole mission has been torturous since the moment you walked out of the bathroom in that dress. The silky material hugs you like a second skin and the slit is so high it should be illegal. His hands have been twitching to rip it off for the last 4 hours and the fact that Pierce is touching you makes his blood boil.

Reader POV

Knowing your time is running out you lean closer to Pierce, whispering in his ear while discreetly planting the device for downloading the information. You pull back and finish off the rest of your drink, hoping to wash down the grossness you feel at being so close to the man.

“It’s done,” Bucky rumbles in your ear.

Giving Pierce a light kiss on the cheek you excuse yourself to the ladies’ room and walk away.  Once you’re out of sight you make a bee line for the elevators where Bucky is waiting.

“Did you send Tony what he needs?” you ask, pulling the earpiece out. Bucky simply nods, his eyes unreadable as he waits for the elevator with clenched fists.

“Are you ok baby?” you ask quietly.

He doesn’t answer you. The elevator doors open, and he gently takes your arm, pulling you inside. Your back hits the cool mirrored wall as Bucky’s hard body presses along yours.

“Am I ok?” he counters, letting his metal fingers ghost down your neck. “I had to watch that asshole put his hands all over you for the past two hours and I haven’t been able to touch you.”

His voice is dangerously low, and you can’t stop your thighs from squeezing together. “I’m just doing my job baby. I hated every minute of it,” you tell him, grabbing his suit jacket.

“I hate it. I don’t ever want another man to know how soft your skin feels or how perfect this ass is,” he growls, reaching down and massaging it.

Your head falls back with a lewd moan. Bucky parts your legs with his thigh and smooths his hands over your hips.

“You’ve got nothing on under here,” he says, more of a statement than a question.

You start rocking your hips over his thigh just as the elevator dings and the door opens to the penthouse floor.

“Fuck,” he grunts, releasing you and walking you to the double doors. “Look what you did to my pants baby girl.”

You see the wet patch glistening on the fabric just before he drags you inside and crowds you against the wall.

“I’m going to show you who you belong to baby girl,” he whispers into your neck. His lips trail over your jaw and meet your lips. His kiss is dominant and needy as his fingers ghost over your collarbone to the swell of your breasts.

He releases your mouth and kisses down your neck, sucking on your pulse point before slipping the strap of your dress off your shoulder. “How do I get this off without ripping it?” he asks with a smirk.

You take the other strap and let it fall. With a few wiggles the dress drops to your waist revealing your strapless bra.

“You just have to pull the rest off,” you purr, toying with his bow tie. Your fingers make quick work of the silk and you let it hang loose over his neck, taking the two edges and dragging him closer.

“Take me any way you want Bucky. I’m all yours,” you coo before brushing your lips over his.

The rest of your dress falls to the floor in a shredded heap, his apologetic look short lived as he leads you to the bed. You fall backwards onto the mattress and he grabs your ankles, pulling you to the edge and spreading your legs.

You barely have a chance to grab hold of his short strands before he dives in, the first swipe of his tongue sending a bolt of electricity through you. Your heels dig into his back and you pull him impossibly closer.

“Oh my god, Bucky, don’t stop,” you cry out. “Please.”

His metal fingers trail down your thigh and slowly push into you. You tug his hair hard, loving the feel of his appreciative growl. You tighten around his fingers and he slows his movements, drawing out your orgasm.

When he finally pulls away you’re a panting mess and his chin and lips are shiny with your release.

“Turn over,” he commands, standing and taking off his suit jacket.

You watch as he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down, the outline of his arousal showing through his boxer briefs. His shirt comes off next, but his bow tie still hangs around his neck and you bite your lip, wanting to grab hold of it again.

“I said. Turn. Over.” His tone is dark, leaving no room for argument and you do as you’re told.

His metal hand smooths over the curve of your ass before he lifts your hips. He coats himself in your wetness and fills you up in one swift thrust. You moan into the duvet and your hands fist into the soft fabric as he begins rocking his hips.

His pace is relentless, and he grabs your hair, pressing his chest to your back. “You’re mine,” he whispers with a sharp tug.

“Harder, Bucky,” you beg.

He let’s go of your hair and grabs hold of your hips, slamming into you harder.

“You like when I show you who you belong to,” he grits out. “Don’t you baby girl?”

At his words, your walls start to clench around him, and he completely loses control, rocking the bed so hard the headboard repeatedly hits the wall. He finishes in a flurry of muffled curses, laying his sweat slicked body atop yours as you both try to regain even breathing.

“I fucking love you,” he whispers before pulling out and rolling off. He drags you into his chest and brushes the hair from your face. “I’m sorry I ruined your dress.”

Your fingertips trace along the scruff on his jaw and you narrow your eyes. “I love you too. And no, you’re not!”

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[dixie12]

third little ficlet

teenage patrick kane is dangerous

“Jonyyyy” Patrick whined. Jonny shoved his headphones down over his ears firmly. Patrick was the only person above the age of six he knew who whined with regularity. Sometimes, if he ignored Patrick for long enough, he’d get bored and wander away to annoy Sharpy, and Jonny desperately hoped this was one of those nights.

No such luck.

“Jonny, I’m bored. Entertain me,” Patrick wheedled, batting his eyelashes up at Jonny. Jonny had seen him use that look on multiple teammates, girls, and bartenders, and it never seemed to work, but Patrick didn’t quit at hockey, and apparently, he also didn’t quit at trying sad, pouty looks to get his way, either. 

Jonny sighed, admitting defeat. It was only 10:00, and they had a day off tomorrow, so there was probably no way that he could convince Patrick to go to sleep. Patrick was fresh out of the shower, though, so it seemed like he was content to stay in their room for the rest of the night. 

“What do you want to do, Pat?” he asked, trying to convey just how grumpy he was. 

“Jerk off with me,” Patrick responded immediately. 

Jonny’s jaw dropped, and he stared at Patrick. He couldn’t even blink. “What,” he managed.

“Come on, man, you went to boarding school. Don’t tell me you and your buddies never put on some porn and jerked it together?” Patrick answered, looking genuinely confused.

“What the fuck dude, we never did that!” Jonny’s voice came out higher than he intended, but he figured he was allowed. Was that really what Americans thought happened at boarding school? Some of the shifty looks he’d received from teammates when he told them about Shattuck suddenly made more sense. 

“Oh,” Patrick replied, shrugging. “I guess I assumed you did. No biggie, we can still do it tonight. Gags and I jerked off together all the time last year.” Jonny could not believe that he was hearing this. His mind supplied him a picture of Patrick stretched out on his bed, hand down the front of his boxers, and dick twitched traitorously in his own shorts.

“I don’t care what you and Sam did, Pat. There is no way in hell I’m jerking off with you.”

Jonny didn’t like the gleam in Patrick’s eye. Not at all.

Patrick rolled off the bed, padding over towards the minibar in his bare feet. He opened it and grabbed as many of the tiny bottles as he could, then dumped those on the desk and grabbed a few more. He picked up three of them and carried them over to Jonny’s bed.

“Here, drink these,” he said. Jonny just stared at him. “Come on, we have the whole day off tomorrow, Jonny.”

“Why do you want to drink all of a sudden,” Jonny asked, suspicious. He glanced down at the bottles in his hand- flavored Absolut vodka, gross.

“Because you can act all shocked now if you want, but you’re the horniest drunk I’ve ever met. So, drink, and then you can jerk off with me in like half an hour.”

“I. No I’m. That doesn’t even..” Jonny couldn’t finish a sentence. “Why would you even tell me that?” he finally demanded.

“Dude.” Patrick looked affronted. “I’m not gonna like, roofie you. I just know you, and I know how badly you’re gonna want to get laid once you down those shots.”

Jonny started to say that maybe he just wouldn’t drink them, then, when Patrick cut him off.

“Come on, don’t you want to prove me wrong?” Patrick really did know him well, because there was no way Jonny was going to pass up a challenge like that. 

“Fine,” he said shortly, twisting the cap off the first bottle.

“Cheers!” Patrick yelled, grinning happily at him. 

“Whatever,” Jonny mumbled. He downed all three bottles in quick succession, watching to make sure Patrick drank his, too. All he had to do was not jerk off, and tomorrow, he could tell the guys how Patrick tried to like, seduce him or something. 

“Why do you even think I’m, you know. When I’m drunk?” He asked Patrick a few minutes later.

“Remember a few weeks ago, we were at Rockit?” Jonny remembered. They were at Rockit a lot, actually, but he thought he knew the night Patrick was referring to. “That hot blonde was hitting on you all night, man. Every time you went up to the bar she was right there, running her fingers down your arm, giggling at everything you said. You are not that funny, but she wasn’t giving up.”

Jonny nodded, closing his eyes. She’d been stacked, and with her heels was almost as tall as Patrick. He could imagine the curve of her pink lips as she leaned in and whispered in his ear a few times, breasts pressing up against his side each time.

“Yea, so,” Patrick’s voice startled him out of the memory, and his eyes shot open. “You were barely paying her attention at first, so focused on team bonding and shit. But she was persistent. And then Sharpy brought those shots over.”

Jonny recalled that, too. He and Patrick still couldn’t get served, though he’d tried his luck with a few different bartenders that night. Sharpy had come over with an entire tray of shots, passing them out to everyone. He took two right away, caught up in the celebration from a good win that night. When he looked back down in front of him a little later, though, there were two more empty shot glasses that he didn’t even remember taking.

“You took those shots like a champ, and then you got up. And that girl must have had laser eyes for you, because as soon as you were standing, there she was. And this time, you let her pull you out onto the dance floor.”

Jonny felt his eyes fluttering closed as he sank into the memory. Patrick was right, he had ignored her at first, but when she got him out dancing, he couldn’t resist any longer. She was shaking her ass right in front of him, and he let his hands drift down to her waist, pulling her even closer. He had been glad, then, for the low lighting on the floor, because he was hard, and rocking up against her ass felt too good to stop. She seemed to agree, because she twisted in his arms, turning to face him and getting one of her thighs in between his. Jonny could feel his dick twitching at the memory. She’d been in a short dress, despite the cold weather, and it was riding up, exposing her smooth thighs and she ground against him.

“You were practically fucking her out on the dance floor man,” Patrick continued, voice, dropping lower than Jonny remembered hearing it. Jonny didn’t open his eyes this time, just nodded, cleared his throat. “You bent your head down, sucked a spot on her neck that made it look like she was gonna come right there.” Jonny could hear the moan she made at that, had jerked off to the sound of it more than once since then. “Then you grabbed her hand and just led her out, didn’t even say goodbye to us. It was, uh, pretty obvious how hot she got you.” Jonny refused to be embarrassed by it. She’d been a total smokeshow, and he didn’t think anyone would have walked out of there with her unaffected.

“Anyway,” Patrick said, “I assume you had a pretty good night with her afterwards.” Jonny shivered partly at Patrick’s tone, and partly at the memory of the night.

“Tell me,” Patrick demanded. “Tell me how you got her off, what you did.”

Jonny let out a low groan, but he was already so turned on by hearing Patrick talk about that night.

“I went back to her place,” Jonny started. “I think she’s older than us. I thought she’d offer me some water or coffee or something, but we barely had our shoes off and she dragged me to her bedroom.” Jonny could hear Patrick’s sharp gasp at that, and he went on, “she didn’t even take her dress off. Just pushed me down on the bed and climbed up over me. She said.” Jonny paused, breathing shallow. Fuck this part still got him hot. “She said she wanted to ride my face.”

“Oh my god,” Patrick moaned, and Jonny could hear him start to let out little grunts. He looked over and yea, Patrick was jerking it. “Keep going.”

“She put a pillow under my head, took my hands, put them on her waist. Left her panties on to start, and god, they were already soaked. She smelled so good, could tell she was hot for me.” Jonny was practically gasping now, and he could see a flush high on Patrick’s cheeks.

“Fuck, take it out Patrick. Let me see you,” Jonny whimpered. Patrick moaned again, sliding his shorts down his legs. His cock was big, thicker than Jonny would have thought. Precome was pearling at the tip, and Patrick would gather it with a finger, slide it down the shaft, working it in.

“I got her off once right away, barely took a minute, and the way she moaned.. I thought I was gonna come, too. But I held it together. Didn’t give her much time to catch her breath, just worked her panties off, went right back at it. Ugh the sounds she made the second time, so fucking hot,” Jonny was jerking off now, too. How could he not. “She sucked me off, after, said I’d earned it,” and Patrick groaned loudly at that. “Said I’d been good for her and I swear she didn’t have a gag reflex, took me so deep,” Jonny twisted his wrist at the end of one stroke, could feel his orgasm building in the base of his spine, just like he did that night.

He lost his words, then, just panting loudly as he and Patrick jerked off together. Patrick’s noises somehow turned him on even more, driving him towards the edge, and before he knew it, he was striping up his chest, staining the shirt he hadn’t even bothered to take off. On the bed across from him, Patrick had collapsed back. 

“Told you it was a good idea.”