#I'm very sleep deprived so apologies for any typos

[nervouseden]

God Among Men.

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

Summary: After a stressful mission, your super soldier boyfriend needs you... This is literal trash. I apologize.

Warnings: SMUT. Brief mention of religious stuff. Worshipping. Misuse of religious terms. Collar and leash (it's really only mentioned like once or twice). Gender neutral reader. Blowjob. Face fucking. Finger sucking. Bucky Barnes (he's a warning). Metal arm (kink). A tad bit of hair pulling. Rough blowjob. Reader isn't the best at communicating. Praise. Some brief degradation. Voice kink (because who couldn't love that sweet baritone?). Brief mention of Shuri and Wakanda. Sir kink. Tears. Choking (from bj). Deep throating. Dom Bucky. Sub reader. Bucky's kinda rough. But also super sweet and concerned. Use of safe signal(?) like a safe word but nonverbal. Brief after care. Loosely Implied fingering/penetration afterwards. Like zero plot. Porn without Plot/Plot? What plot? Mildly dubious consent (not really, but I just want to be safe with my warnings!)

Please comment if you think I missed anything!

A/N: This is like my second or third time writing actual smut, please give me grace— Also I had this idea while sleep deprived and I'm currently stuck in artists/writers block so it's probably not my best work. But, I tried. This was written on my phone and not proofread, so I do apologize for any and all mistakes/typos.

A/N #2: I have absolutely nothing against any religions or religious people, and this is not meant to offend or target anybody in any way, shape, or form!

I do not own any characters mentioned in this story or the gif.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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You were never a very religious person, having loose beliefs that you didn't necessarily align with anything specific, and you were fine with that, but that all changed one day, and in the way you least expected it. The day you first hooked up with Sgt. James Buchanan Barnes, or, as you knew him, Bucky, your best friend. You swear that night you might've been to Heaven, or Valhalla, or maybe even reached Nirvana, but whatever it was, it was caused by the super soldier Avenger fucking you into oblivion, with a godly body and otherworldly skills. Not only does he look like some mythical god, but he has the skills and the strength of one too. A god among men.

Bucky is a complicated man; He doesn't talk much, but once you get him going, he could talk to you for hours. He is tall and broad, dark and brooding, with a glare that could kill, but also sweet and soft, caring and considerate, with a smile that makes you weak in the knees... So, when your relationship evolved into something sexual, it wasn't a surprise when his prowess matched his godly looks. His quick wit matched by his skilled tongue. Strong hands matched with his (surprisingly) nimble fingers. He's also a kinky mother fucker.

Today, after Bucky got back from a rough, week long mission, apparently most of the team getting their asses kicked, you found yourself on your knees in front of him, naked, wearing nothing back a black leather collar and a silver chainlink leash, your head resting on his lap as he gently pets your cheek with his flesh hand.

"Doll," Bucky's voice is low, lower than usual, and it sends shockwaves of desire coursing through you, shocking your core.

"Yes, sir?" Your voice is soft, quiet, and shaky, a mix of nervousness, arousal, and hours of teasing from this man, this god, making you weak, your voice a minute version of it's usual sound, making Bucky chuckle.

You look up at him through heavy eyelids, your eyes raking up his body hungrily; He's wearing black sweatpants, no shirt, and you're not entirely sure about boxers. His long hair is tousled, the dark locks resting on his broad shoulders, the otherworldly muscles rippling under his skin covered in scars, his normally bright blue eyes darkened to an almost eerie tungsten blue. He's a literal god. The epitome of divinity.

"You've been so good~" Bucky practically purrs, and you already feel your abdomen tightening. "But not good enough."

Well shit.

You're definitely not getting what you want tonight.

"Talk to me, Kätzchen. Tell me what you're thinkin' about." You hesitate, but you know better than to directly disobey.

"I..." You look down, biting your lip. "I was thinking about you... H-How beautiful you are, James..."

Bucky smirks. This wasn't what he was expecting. "Oh?"

You simply nod. "Do elaborate, Kätzchen." Bucky quirks a brow, and you fight the urge to squirm in embarrassment.

"Y-You..." You sigh, deciding to bite the bullet. What's the worst that could happen? He laughs at you and uses it against you? That'd suck... but it would be a lot worse if you didn't speak. Those are always back. You don't want another spanking...and definitely not the crop. Yeah, no, that'd be bad. Better spit it out.

"You're fuckin' beautiful..." You practically whimper, and Bucky smirks.

"I know you've got more than that, sweetness." Bucky teases, and you know he's right. He's always right... It's unfair. How can a man possibly be so attractive and smart? You're starting to think he might actually be a higher power. "C'mon, doll, don't make me hit it outta ya."

Shit. That's a threat. "You're... You're a god among men, Sir... Divinity in itself... Crafted from the finest of marbles known to man... I want to submit everything I have to you."

Bucky simply smirks.

Uh oh.

"Is that so, Kätzchen?" You swallow hard, nodding, watching his eyes stare into yours with an intensity that could burn you to the ground. Yup. Definitely a god.

"Y-Yes, Sir... I... You are my god, James..." Oops. Normally Bucky doesn't take kindly to being called his name during scenes, but for some reason, he just smirks and lets it slide. That's different.

"I want my body to be your altar, your temple, your church... I am your devotee..." You whisper softly, your voice shaky and almost nervous, scared, although you're unsure what you're scared of.

"Darling..." Bucky growls, his pupils dilated so much you can barely see the ring of blue, his vibranium hand clenching on lap, his breathing picking up, that beautiful, chiseled chest rising and falling faster by the second, sweat starting to bead on his skin... You did that?

"You have such pretty lips, yet such nasty words..."

Bucky's Vibranium hand moves to the back of your neck suddenly, grabbing you by the nape of it, pushing your face into his clothed crotch, allowing you to feel the feverish heat, the wet spot on his sweats, and the rock that is his cock. "I'm not gonna last long if you keep sayin' shit like that, doll."

You whimper. Loudly. Pathetically. Lewdly. What the fuck else are you supposed to do? You just mentally brought THE Sargeant James Barnes to his knees from just a few sentences, you don't know whether to be terrified or proud... But, either way, you're not given much time to decipher how you feel, as Bucky starts to rub the side of your cheek against his strained length, the rough cotton of his sweatpants irritating your sweat shined cheeks.

"You're gonna be a good little devotee. You're gonna listen, you're gonna do as told, and you're gonna take what I give you, like a good cock slut."

Bucky's voice is a deep, dangerous growl, the sound rumbling through his chest, rolling down his abdomen and vibrating through him and into you, shooting electricity through your body, your nerves immediately on fire, your thighs quaking, your mind reeling into the abyss of lust.

"Aren't you, Kätzchen?" Bucky says with a groan, looking at you expectantly, a dark smirk on his face.

"Y-Yes, Sir... I will... I'll b-be good..." You whimper out, look up at him with doe eyes, fighting the urge to look down as he slides his sweatpants to his ankles, tossing them aside.

Bucky gently cups your chin with his vibranium hand, the dark metal shining in the dimly lit room as he puts his thumb against your lips, grinning at the feeling. "Open."

You immediately do as told, parting your lips, slowly swirling your warm tongue around his thumb as he slides the cool metal into your mouth, causing Bucky to groan sorry... It's moments like these when Bucky is most grateful to Shuri for creating touch sensors in the arm, allowing him to feel everything you do to his Vibranium arm... Wakandan technology truly is incredible.

"That's a good little whore..." Bucky groans as he uses his thumb in your mouth to tilt your head down, your eyes widening as they meet the sight of Bucky's cock.

Huh. He wasn't wearing any boxers.

"Let this be your first sacrament, devotee." Bucky chuckled.

Long. Impressive. Intimidating. Yet another reason you're starting to think he might actually be a god. No matter how many times you see it, swallow it, and take it, it's always just as intimidating as the first time. His cock is tall, curving slightly as it goes up, getting redder until it gets to the almost purple tip, your hand barely able to wrap around the girth, one large vein going from the shaft to the tip, where creamy pre-cum is beading. You might as well be salivating...and shaking in fear.

"C'mon, doll, I know you can take it." Bucky purred, wrapping his vibranium hand in your hair, guiding your face to rub against his length. It's almost humiliating. But it's also beyond arousing.

"Yes, sir." You mutter softly, licking your lips, raising your head when Bucky loosens his grip on your hair. You spit on the head of Bucky's cock, causing it to twitch where it stands, before gently wrapping your mouth around the tip, your tongue swirling around the tip, teasing the slit, causing Bucky to groan.

"Your god is losing patience, Kätzchen." Bucky growls, before tightening his vibranium hand in your hair, violently pushing your head down his cock, his length forcefully sliding down your velvety throat, only stopping when your nose is flush with his pelvic bone, groaning as he revels in the feeling, hissing as his head falls back in pleasure. "Shiiiit— So warm, Kätzchen...like fuckin' silk, doll..."

To nobody's surprise, you choke, choke hard, coughing around Bucky's member, who simply enjoys the way your throat constricts when you do so. Tears quickly form, as you try to focus on relaxing your throat and taking deep breaths in through your nose, but are quickly cut off as Bucky pulls your hair back, sliding your mouth off his length before pushing your head back down.

"Fuckin' perfect... gorgeous little devotee..." Bucky groans, starting to roll his hips as he continues to roughly guide your head up and down his cock, face fucking you as you cry and choke. Yup. You definitely fucked up calling him James.

Bucky had been tense since he texted you from the Quinjet, so when he starts to throb in your mouth rather than usual, you're not necessarily surprised, that mission really took a toll on him. You hollow your cheeks, and start gently scraping your teeth against Bucky's length as he continues to thrust into your face, his balls slapping against your chin with every snap of his strong hips.

"That's it, Kätzchen, worship me, your fuckin' god-"

Fuck, you were dizzy.

Your eyes start to roll back, head feeling fuzzy, your body seeming heavier, the restricted intake of oxygen starting to get to you, as more tears fall, but being the absolute bitch you are for Bucky, you're determined to make him cum before taking a breather.

"C'mon, babydoll, I'm so close... Lemme cum in your pretty little mouth... Let me desecrate the perfect altar that is you..." He groans, his hips snapping harder, shuddering at your teeth scraping his skin, only to be soothed by your hollowed cheeks and hot throat.

Your vision was starting to get fuzzy around the edges, but you still didn't communicate your need to breathe... Instead, you move your hands up to cup his heavy balls, massaging them roughly as you suck harder at his length.

That was all it took.

"Fuck!"

Bucky growls, the sound dark and primal, sending jolts of pleasure to your deprived body, his flesh hand joining his vibranium one in your hair, holding you uncomfortably flush to his skin as his cock throbs, pulsing rapidly as rope after rope of hot cum spills down your throat, your hands still massaging his balls as they empty into you, your muscles working overtime to swallow it all... Since being with him, you found that super soldiers have loads like damn fire hydrants. Not that you're complaining. Usually.

"Baby... Ughhh—" You had expected Bucky to pull you off his cock once he finished, but he didn't, instead he held you flat to his pelvis, basking in the feeling of your hot, velvet throat surrounding him, groaning and growling in pleasure.

You couldn't do it. Your vision was completely blurred, tears still falling, your feelings like concrete, sweat pouring down you, your mind fogged like shower glass. You take your right hand, tapping your index, middle, and ring finger on his thigh three consecutive times.

He immediately pulls your head off his length, pulling you up to his lap as you cough and suck in heavy breaths.

"Doll? Doll, are you alright? Did I hurt you?" Bucky asks hurriedly, his vibranium hand holding you close to him and rubbing your back, while his flesh hand gently holds your face. "Darling, can you hear me? Are you okay?"

It takes you a few moments to process his words, as they sounded more like mumbles from underwater at first. But, as your vision cleared, your tears stopped, the fogginess left your mind, and your breathing started regulating, you finally registered his words and nodded yes. "Y-Yeah... I- I'm fine..." You murmur with a raspy voice, your throat scratchy from the rough blowjob.

Bucky sighed in relief, brushing away your tears with his flesh hand, peppering kisses on your face. "Alright..." He didn't sound too convinced, worried he hurt you, but decided to focus on cleaning you up and caring for you.

He grabbed the pack of baby wipes from the table next to the chair you two are on, taking one out, gently wiping your flushed face clean of the saliva, sweat, cum, and tears. He then opened a bottle of water, gently holding it to your lips. "Have some water, baby." He murmurs as he helps you take small sips, putting it down after about ¼ of the bottle is gone.

"There you go, Kätzchen...You did so good, I'm so damn proud of you, love." Bucky praised softly, pulling you closer to his chest and rocking side to side gently.

"Th-Thank you..." You murmur quietly, your voice still a little raspy, as you tuck your head in Bucky's neck, your sweat covered bodies moulding together, as Bucky's flesh hand slowly creeps down to your sex. "Time for your reward."

[salty-lesbians]

Sweetie, I don't know why I'm trans. I just don't know. But I do know that when people call me a woman, or use she/her pronouns for me, it makes me deeply uncomfortable, like if they mispronounced my name.

Some people have asked me if I think I'm "too masculine" to be a woman, and that's not it at all. There are women far more masculine than I, and their masculinity doesn't somehow cancel out their womanhood. I just don't happen to be a woman.

I'm sending you this message not as an attack or a call out or whatever, but because I can't fathom how my identity as a trans and nonbinary person affects anyone but me. If I'm somehow undermining the greater feminist cause, I want to know about it.

I do want to start by saying I have no dislike singular people identifying as trans unless they've done something to deserve my dislike, I don't hate people purely for being trans but I do strongly dislike the movement and what they've done.

A big thing here is that we have a fundamental disagreement on what a woman is, a woman is someone of the female sex, something that cannot be changed no matter what, I also don't believe in gender, gender is nothing but stereotypes (which have also historically and currently harm women) so the logical conclusion is that I don't believe in transgenderism, it's not a hatred or a dislike, I just don't believe in it.

However I do believe in gender dysphoria, I believe you when you say you're uncomfortable being referred to as a woman and whether this is a symptom of growing up in a sexist society or just gender dysphoria developing I can't say but it's important to note that gender dysphoria is a mental illness and I have to ask, what other dysphoric mental illness is dealt with this way?

People with anorexia perceive themselves as being fatter than they are, it's not true but that's how they see themselves, now imagine if everyone tripped over themselves to validate them? Imagine if we all agreed to call anorexic people fat, agreed to help them lose weight, suggested liposuction and let them talk over actual fat people. Imagine if we started going into the plus size section in stores and only saw clothes in size 0.

Or what about the people with body integrity identity disorder? Should we be encouraging them to remove healthy limbs/sever their spinal cord because they want to be an amputee/paraplegic? Should these people be allowed disability payments? Should they be allowed into disability spaces and allowed to talk over actual disabled people?

No, these people may desire to be a certain way or see themselves a certain way but we know that it's not accurate, that these people suffer from a mental illness that makes them believe this these things. Gender dysphoria is no different, you can't change your sex and no amount of wanting to be the opposite sex can change that.

Then we go into oppressed/oppressor side of things. Women are oppressed because of our biology, it is because we are female that we've been oppressed for all of history and across the globe. It's not because we've identified as women, it's because we are female. On the flip side men are the oppressor class, it has been males who have oppressed us this whole time so saying that males can now identify as women and now suffer misogyny? So you can just identify into the oppressed class? Usually by using harmful stereotypes?

Imagine if we were allowed to do that with anything? What if I listed off a bunch of harmful stereotypes about aboriginals and claimed that because I'm 1/8 aboriginal and like all these things I'm actually not white at all? If I claimed I was African American, Japanese, Indian, Sudanese all based off stereotypes? Could I, a white woman, claim to be part of these oppressed groups then talk over them, say I feel validated when I face ""racism"" and then proceed to talk over them?

Same with age, I can't say I identify as 80 and receive pensioner payments or talk over the elderly on the issues they face.

So why, as a 22 year old white woman, if I were to say I was an 80 year old black man why would only one of those identifiers hold up?

Then onto what the movement is actually doing, the misogyny and homophobia that comes from the movement is insane. Men are now allowed in women's spaces, women's prisons, women's bathrooms and changerooms, in women's positions and this actively harms actual women and we're not allowed to say anything because this man has at best a mental illness, at worst he's actively using the trans label to get in because if anyone questions it we're attacked.

TRA's have also been harassing lesbians for being same sex attracted, it's actually the reason I found Radical Feminism in the first place. I kept being called a terf for saying that I wasn't into dick so I decided to see what radical feminism was all about. Turns out they were onto something. Lesbians have been bullied, harrassed and coerced into relationships with males and even into conversion therapy because they didn't want to be with a male. I'm starting to see the same thing happen with gay men.

Trans women have talked about how cat calling is validating, women are being referred to as dehumanising names such uterus-havers and menstruators (I'm yet to see men be referred to as prostate havers or ejaculators for the record), a man raped his own mother and people were still blaming lesbians because we wouldn't accept this poor poor transwoman so obviously the only course of action was to rape his disabled mother, when JK Rowling came out and said that while trans people deserve the right to be safe that biological sex is still important they flooded her twitter, where literal children were sending pictures, with porn and then blamed her for not talking about it. Let me repeat that, trans activists sent porn where they knew children were circling then blamed the person they sent it to for not bringing anymore attention to it.

Saying to open our spaces to these people is saying to open our spaces with men who believe being a woman is being "an expectant asshole", who openly believe they're superior for not having a period (sound familiar?) Who believe that they suddenly get more stupid and clumsy and don't understand numbers when they go on estrogen (sound familiar?) Who sprout off that they actually do have real periods because they get cravings and cramps, never mind that a period is actually just the shedding on the uterus, nothing more and nothing less. Women in prison are being held with sexual predators and being told that if they complain they'll have more time added to their sentences and are being given birth control to counter the rape that these MALE inmates are perpetrating against the women inside. Sex based statistics are being skewed because males are now saying they're female, I can't go to the doctor and ask for a female without the risk of a having a whole man come in and if that happens I can't say anything because he identifies as female.

You identifying as a man in and of itself isn't a huge problem, I don't see you as a man or male but I don't hate you for it. However identifying as a man isn't a feminist action either and supporting the Trans rights group as it stands is entirely anti-feminist at this point.

Trans people deserve to be safe from discrimination, they should be allowed to keep their homes, jobs and be safe from harm but the way the movement is going is not it. They are actively stripping the rights women and the lgb community have faught so hard to gain

If you have any others questions or would like to discuss this further please don't hesitate to send another ask or even message me, I won't out you

[mogai-corvidae]

Hi, I wanted to ask a question about identifying with voidpunk. I personally don't feel comfortable being a human n I feel like I don't rlly belong with humans, which stems from how humans treat nature n stuff and also I've been bullied n teased throughout my whole life. Those 2 reasons make me feel like I'm not human and like I don't belong, and I have this strong feeling that I wasn't actually supposed to be human. Would I be able to identify as voidpunk?

Hey! Thanks for asking your questions here. This is a very good question! I hope you don’t mind if we bring up our experiences, because I saw myself in a lot of what you mentioned.

We have had extremely similar experiences to what you’ve described here. Especially the part where you describe the combination of feeling outcast due to past experiences of isolation/bullying and the disenfranchisement with how humans currently interact with and view the concept of nonhuman living things. The entire idea that a living creature can be subjugated to the class of a thing (i.e. object) in the first place, combined with how our own experiences of oppression objectified us, put us in an incredibly isolating and painful position. One of the things that has been the most empowering for us and that has given us the most autonomy is, ironically, reclaiming our own dehumanization. If you’ve seen other questions we’ve answered, you’ll know that this is essentially what voidpunk is: a movement about reclaiming the experiences of dehumanization you face as a part of being oppressed.

I don’t think it’s helpful or right to say solidly whether anyone can or cannot identify as any given label. What I know for certain is that voidpunk is a very open and diverse label that doesn’t have rigid boundaries. Though it has certain keystones and symbols that represent it and are commonly featured within it (the use of it/its pronouns, alien and space related aesthetics, etc.) none of these things are what fundamentally makes voidpunk what it is. The only requirement for being voidpunk is facing dehumanizing oppression (which, forgive my assumption, but I doubt any cishet white neurotypical abled man would find himself here, which means you’re likely set on that front) and to choose in some way to reclaim that dehumanization. From what you’ve described, it sounds to me like that’s exactly what you’re doing. You’ve had past experiences of dehumanization which made you feel like you didn’t belong among or fit in with humans, and you’ve chosen to identify with that nonhumanity rather than reject it or further shame yourself for it. We’ve done the same thing, and it was probably one of the most helpful things we’ve ever done for ourselves. To us, that’s what being voidpunk and identifying with that label is all about.

Like I mentioned, I can’t tell you for certain what you are or aren’t. It’s always your choice whether or not to identify with a label, and you don’t need our or anyone else’s permission to do so, but if you’re wondering whether or not your experiences “count” as voidpunk then I would say that they absolutely do. Your situation seems like a very familiar one, and if you talk to others who also identify as voidpunk you’ll probably notice that a lot of them feel the same way you do.

As a quick final note: this may not be a fit at all for you, but it’s worth mentioning that you might want to explore the alterhuman umbrella as well. Our connection to nonhumanity is nuanced and complicated beyond just us being voidpunk and reclaiming experiences of dehumanization, and for us part of that is being alterhuman. Again, this may not fit you at all, and there’s obviously no shame in that, but if you find that you’d like to explore other labels that describe the psychological connection to being nonhuman then you may want to look into psychological kintypes or other alterhuman labels. Here is a resource about alterhumanity, in case you’re ever curious.

Thanks for the question! We hope this helped. Apologies in advance for the inevitable sleep deprivation typos.

[fred-erick-frankenstein]

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