#SUB BUCKY

[buckyalpine]

Sub Bucky x reader

In my fucked up phase rn, That’s it, that’s the warning for this. Cause imagine behind closed doors, Bucky turns into a subby, babbling little baby for you, desperate for you to help get rid of that achy feeling between his legs, that special place you never let him play with. 

“Baby boy” you purr, slinking over to the bed, your eyes raking up and down over his very naked body, his leaky cock making a mess all over his tummy. “Are you hard baby”

Bucky whimpered with a nod, squeezing his thighs together to give his balls some relief, gripping his cock tightly in his hand. He wanted to wait for you but he couldn’t, imagining you under the shower, water soaking your body, your delicious body wash covered in soapy bubbles. He tried to ignore the way the image made him leak but before he could stop himself, he’d thrown his clothes off to palm himself. 

“Only naughty boys touch themselves baby, I told you, tell mommy to help you” You brushed your fingers through his soft locks, ignoring his needy pout, walking over to the bedside drawer and pulling out a silver chastity lock. 

“What is it?” Bucky looked at your quizzically with wide puppy eyes, whining at the feeling of the cold metal touching his sensitive cock. He squirmed at the feeling, still trying to be good for you while you tapped his thigh to hold still. 

“It’s to help you bubba” you coo, locking the cage in place, kissing his pouty face.

“Was I bad?” He looked down at his throbbing length, wishing he’d just waited for you instead just like you’d asked. 

“Of course not baby, but I don’t want you hurting yourself, you gotta be gentle when you touch yourself there, right?” 

“But-

“Shh, you’re my good boy, aren’t you?” You leave him high and dry, slinking off to the vanity and grabbing your body lotion, rubbing it between your palms before slathering it onto your skin. 

It makes everything so much worse. 

Imagine you find him whimpering and whining, playing himself through the cage, palming and tugging whatever he could touch. He lets out a frustrated huff, precum making his plush thighs sticky while start to lotion your breasts, smirking as you give them a squeeze making him nearly cry. 

“What’s wrong baby”

“It’s too tight” Bucky whined, the head of his very pink cock and nearly bursting out with how hard he was. “Thingy is too big to fit, hurts mommy” 

“Aww baby c’mhere” You decided to give into his neediness, your own cunt soaked and fluttering with how greedy and desperate he was. You took the key and unlocked the chastity cage, smirking at the whimper he let out, his cock instantly hard, the tip already wet. 

“Mommy-

“Shh, you don’t want others to see how naughty you are baby” You grip the base of his cock, rolling his heavy balls in your hand, leaning over to flick your tongue over his slit making him moan, another spurt of precum dribbling out. “What have I said about your special place” You ask him softly while giving him long, languid strokes, loving the way his eyes roll back, trembling on the sheets. 

“Only-only you can touch me”

“Good boy” You hum, jerking him off until he’s nearly in tears, making him hold it while you straddle him and impale yourself on his cock. He can barely control himself while you slam yourself up and down  on him, struggling to keep his hips from moving, wanting to thrust up into you and cum for minutes on end. 

“Fuck mommy!” He cries out, tears streaking his cheeks, pawing at your breasts as they bounce above his face, “I wanna cum, wanna cum so bad” Only you can make him lose it like this, only you’re allowed to make him feel good, all of his self-restraint slipping as you clench around him. 

“Yeah baby? Wanna cum in mommy? Does your special place feel all tingly now?” you coo, reaching behind to tug his balls and his jaw falls open with he most guttural, primal moan he can muster, your hips riding him faster, “Go on sweet boy, you can cum, let mommy take care of that achy feeling baby, make yourself feel good” 

He wails with pleasure as he starts to thrust up, only getting in two sloppy strokes before emptying himself in you, his cream covering his shaft and balls, dripping down his ass and onto the bed. 

I’m driving myself feral with what would happen you caught him masturbating. He held off as long as he could, but he can’t get rid of the feeling and he needs to take care of it right now. He doesn’t care that you caught him while he was tugging at himself, one hand cupping his balls, pulling and palming them while the other strokes his cock. You shook your head disapprovingly but he can’t stop. 

“But it was so hard mama” He pouts, spreading his legs further to show you, “See?” He bucks his hips up slightly for emphasis, giving you a shameless view of his heavy cock and balls and cute perky ass, “S’too full” 

Just imagine his soft little squeals of pleasure when he lets go of all restrains and rubs himself all over your bed. His face is buried in your pillow, all clothes on the floor, his hips rolling and grinding on the mattress. He can only take so much, eventually shoving the pillow between his legs, humping himself like a puppy in heat till its soaked with cum. He loves how soft it feels on his dick, pressing it harder against him in different positions, his favorite being on his back while he holds it down and rubs himself on it. 

He doesn’t stop until the sheets have to be changed. 

“What did you do baby” You cocked an eyebrow, the scent of sex and his self pleasure making your body feel hot, ready to punish him until hes begging you to stop. 

“I-I-” He struggles to meet your eye, caught with your pillow shoved between his legs, whining when you pull it again to reveal his spent cock, stick cum glistening all over his skin. “I didn’t mean to, my thingy had too much cum mommy” 

“Aww, my baby’s special place was all tingly again?” 

“So tingly, mommy, look” He spreads his legs for you again and it makes your belly clench each time. He was such a needy, horny little fuck, always ready to present himself to you, letting you play with his special place whenever you wanted. You coo at his apologetic pout, reaching over to give his soft cock a squeeze, loving the high pitched whine he lets out, now overly sensitive from his many orgasms. A steady dribble continues to weep from the tip and you lean over to take him in your mouth, making him shudder. 

“Looks like you’re not empty yet baby” you continue to lick and tease him, milking him dry till there’s not a drop left-

I apologize but I did say this was my fucked up phase, so if you made it this far, this is on both of us. 

[havensins]

Treating subspace tony, Steve, and Bucky like gentle glass, making them feel good, and doing what they ask you 😭

nonnie u gotta be somewhere in my head bc i’m in love with this concept omg. (tw, handjobs (tony), and aftercare.)

tony, bucky and steve in subspace + aftercare

for tony…. when tony falls into subspace, he falls hard. it comes when he’s been working nonstop for hours on end. when you make him take a break and just pull him into your lap so you can unwind, he’s crumbling already. his eyes go all glossy and he’s clinging onto you as if you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

he’s so sensitive in the state too, and after working nonstop he’d be a little pent up. give him a handjob while he’s in your lap, move slowly and make sure not to tease him because he’ll get all whiny. and once he cums, it’s a necessity that you pamper him and literally never leave him without your touch.

also!! he doesn’t go nonverbal when he’s in subspace but he is a lot more emotionally sensitive than normal. praise him any moment you get!

for bucky…. bucky falls into subspace when he’s truly at his limit. when it seems as though nothing is going how he wants, his nightmares are preventing him from sleeping and all of his missions with sam have been stressful. and you can tell that all of it is piling on him but you know he needs to seek you out on his own terms.

and that’s exactly what he does. he comes home one day, absolutely exhausted and only wanting you. and he just drops to his knees right where you’re sitting at your kitchen island. his hands are behind his back and he’s looking up at you with teary eyes.

when he gets like this, he doesn’t really desire to get into anything sexual. he just wants you to pepper him in affection and praise him. better yet if he could kneel for you for a couple of hours and just get out of his head for a while.

for steve... steve mostly falls into subspace after a scene. after you’ve reduced him to a wailing mess, and he’s trying to get his breathing under control, he simply looks towards you and holds his arms out weakly.

stevie would need so much skin to skin contact. if you let go of him for even a second he’d probably be in tears. he just wants the physical reminder that you’re there. his subspace care & aftercare would go hand in hand. you’d have to clean him up the best you could since he’d have to be in a clearer headspace to let you go long enough to shower with you.

he wants you to wrap your arms around him and just hold him while the both of you watch a movie. he likes being massaged too. and steve being steve would listen to your praise and praise you too.. though of course in this state he loses his filter. “you fill me up so nice,” etc. though you never mind it.

[confusedmuggle]

Please

Bucky Barnes x fem!dom!reader

Summary: Bucky and you are just roommates right? So why can’t you get the image of him pleading to cum out of your head?

Part 1 - Needy Boy

a/n : a part 2 to Needy boy, can be read on its own though. Thank you so much for all the love on the first part! here is the second part, please comment any ideas for this fic or others, and or other things you want me write! Thank you, enjoy!

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just roommates. just roommates. at least that’s what you keep telling yourself. After Bucky fell asleep that night, you went back to your room to go to bed. It was a restless night, but you finally fell asleep, and by the time you woke up, Bucky had left already. He’d left a note saying he got called in early

but it wasn’t just that time. The next two days you didn’t see Bucky, not even once. You tried to think of why he would be avoiding you. He had certainly seemed to enjoy himself that night.

You huffed as you plopped on your bed. The past two days had been busy for sure, but you missed the broody hot man that you usually had the pleasure of seeing at least once a day. Your mind drifted as you laid there, going back to that night

“y/n…ngh..”

your thighs clamped together as you remembered the sounds he had made. “Fuck it. Bucky hasn’t been home for awhile anyways…”

you slipped your hands down your body. One went to cup your breast and the other down to circle the wet spot on your panties.

“mph…”

it had been so long since you’d had the pleasure to touch yourself, either too busy or too tired to be able to. you slipped your panties down your thighs and completely off, tossing them away to who knows where. You began to circle your clit and bit your lip, stifling a loud moan

“ngh..”

your breathing became heavier. you opened your eyes and -

fuck. “Bucky? “

you snatched the blanket and threw it over your body quickly

“what the hell are you doing here?!”

Bucky stood in the doorway of your room, unmoving. his gaze going from your exposed self to your face once you put the blanket on. He moved his gaze to the floor and gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing

“I-well-“

you felt the blush rushing to your cheeks. How much had he really seen? “what are you doing here?”

“well I was-“ he cleared his throat, clearly nervous. You noticed his hands moving to cover his crotch, and how he was trying to make it look like he was just clasping his hands

“I was going to ask what you wanted for dinner but- “

you could tell he was nervous. he was switching his weight from one foot to the other and couldn’t seem to look you in the eye

“Bucky, do you need something?” You felt awkward with his just standing there, and the heartbeat between your legs was getting harder to ignore. His presence certainly didn’t help that. Your thighs squeezed together again

“I want you. I want to taste you. Please” as he said these foods he met your eyes. He looked desperate, like a starved man. She hands over his crotch seemed to pressed against his length as he said this, like he was also getting turned on from this conversation

You froze. Was he serious? The heat between your legs only grew. You stared into his eyes, feeling your breathing get heavier as you nodded. you carefully removed the blanket from yourself, letting him see your fully naked body.

“fuck” he uttered, followed by a involuntary moan. He stumbled over to you, already pussy drunk without even getting any. he gripped your thighs like they were the only thing keeping his grounded and look pleadingly into your eyes

“I’ve never- I don’t know how-“

you cut him off

“it’s ok, i can teach you Bucky”

You gently ran a hand through his hair, making him let out a little moan and close his eyes. *she gripped his hair now, firm enough to pull slightly but not cause pain. You gently guided him towards the center of your arousel ”go on. you’ll figure it out, ok? I’ll tell you what feels good and what doesn’t. Just be gentle, and no need to rush”

“it’s so…wet” he said, an air of awe in his voice

your back arched off the bed as he began, licking a stripe up your slit. He let out a guttural groan

“you taste so good…Jesus Christ y/n”

you carefully pushed his head closer to your heat, moaning as his nose brushed up against it. Bucky, it seemed, has lost all control of himself. He was like a starved man eating his first meal in years. “oh y/n… this is so good… you’re so beautiful… ngh…”

You’d noticed by now that he was rutting himself against your mattress as he ate you out… what a needy boy. “good boy, yes… just like that” your breathing quickened as you chased your release

Bucky let out a guttural groan and his hips stuttered

you smirked. Did he really just cum from eating you out?

“don’t stop now Bucky, come on, be good”

It wasn’t long before you came on his tongue. He didn’t stop, wanting to continue tasting you, until you pushed his head away

“that’s enough for now, Bucky. Come here”

You patted the bed beside you. Bucky stood up, his pants completely leaked through from his pre and orgasm.

“Bucky, have you been avoiding me?”

sorry for the cliffhanger, but I’ll be working on part 3! ❤️❤️

[thehandsresisthim]

“headcanon: stronger!reader dating bucky”

content: nsft, bucky x reader, very slight d/s dynamics, gn!reader, dom!reader, sub!bucky, takes place post catws, no desc. of readers body (altho there is a mention of reader being very strong/able to overpower bucky, but how that comes about is open to interpretation)

word count: ~500

james ‘bucky’ barnes who has a bit of a crush on you since you’ve been introduced to each other

｡☆ﾟ…who sees you beat other men in hand-to-hand to combat and can’t help but admire you

｡☆ﾟ…who catches himself watching you fight, and wonders if you can beat him too

｡☆ﾟ…who ends up shyly asking you to fight him too, and who can’t help but feel happy when you beat him

｡☆ﾟ…who feels a strange comfort in knowing that you can physically overpower him

｡☆ﾟ…who is now more comfortable in accepting his feelings for you, since he knows now that you’ll be able to handle him should he “get out of control”

｡☆ﾟ…who catches himself imagining being praised by you, and finds the concept quite attractive

｡☆ﾟ…who ends up dreaming about you cooing at him and making him feel all pretty

｡☆ﾟ…who desperately wants you to make him feel like he’s good, and worthy of praise

｡☆ﾟ…who starts to spend more time around you, and who seems to enjoy it when you ask him to do things for you

｡☆ﾟ…who ends up giving you a bouquet of your favourite flowers and shyly asking you out

｡☆ﾟ…who beams with happiness when you say yes

｡☆ﾟ…who feels safe with you in a way that he has not in a long time

｡☆ﾟ…who slowly opens up more and more to you

｡☆ﾟ…who, after some time, has enough courage and trust in himself to sleep next to you

｡☆ﾟ…who hugs you whilst making sure that his left arm doesn’t touch you, because he’s still worried that you see him as some kind of monster

｡☆ﾟ…who whimpers when you start to gently kiss his left shoulder, and then carefully kiss all over the vibranium material of his arm

｡☆ﾟ…who catches himself getting turned on as you praise him

｡☆ﾟ…who quickly covers his mouth as you gently kiss his neck

｡☆ﾟ…who whines when you ask him to stop holding back his noises, but nods and does so regardless

｡☆ﾟ…who openly moans when you kiss his neck again

｡☆ﾟ…who unconsciously starts humping against your thigh

｡☆ﾟ…who twitches when you ask him if he wants you to touch him

｡☆ﾟ…who loses the ability to speak when you ask so caringly, and just nods and moans

｡☆ﾟ…who goes into total pillow prince mode once you gently undo his belt and carefully undress him

｡☆ﾟ…who just goes ‘please, please please, please…’ or ‘t-thank you, thank you’ or ‘i love you…’

｡☆ﾟ…whose words become slurred and interrupted by his moans and whines

｡☆ﾟ…who looks so happy once you push him over the edge - either with your mouth or your hands, he’ll be so grateful either way

｡☆ﾟ…who is insistent on returning the gesture, obsessed with making you feel good too

｡☆ﾟ…who feels absolutely elated when you allow him to, but also understands if you don’t

｡☆ﾟ…who looks up at you, a look of utter devotion in his blue eyes, hoping to satisfy you

｡☆ﾟ…who finally feels at peace when you both fall asleep next to each other

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[thewinterdrafts]

Flesh and Metal | The White Wolf

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (1st Person)

Word Count: 6,062

Summary: Bucky Barnes is everything you ever wanted—soft, thoughtful, devoted. He loves you with a quiet intensity that should make you feel like the luckiest person alive. But after so many months of being together, he still hasn’t touched you. Not like that. When you finally confront him, you realize the truth is so much deeper. He does want you. He just doesn’t know how to ask. And tonight, for the first time—he’s finally ready to give in.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, Sub!Bucky (lots of begging you guys), Angst, Swearing, Dominance & submission dynamics, Self-doubt & insecurity, Trauma responses & PTSD, Fear of abandonment & rejection, BDSM themes (light control, praise, permission-based dynamics), Overstimulation & begging, Implied past abuse

A/N: hey guys! this is my first ever story here, and i've worked so hard on it, my brain might dissolve through my ears tonight. i hope you'll like it, happy reading 🤍

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It has been four months. Four months and one day, to be exact, since Bucky Barnes became mine. I’ve never heard so many people congratulate me and warn me in the same breath, but I never cared. Not when he’s been so precious, so thoughtful, so achingly romantic. Not when he’s spent every single day making me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

I love him more than life itself. And with him—life and death feel closer than they should.

So why does it feel like I’m still not enough?

Four months, and he hasn't touched me. Not once. Not like that. 

Every time I try, every time I lean in, every time I press just a little too close, he pulls away. Sometimes subtly, sometimes not. Sometimes it’s a hesitant step back, sometimes it’s a firm grip on my wrist, pushing me away just enough to make it clear.

I tried everything. Cute lingerie. Whispered invitations. I even got my hair done for our anniversary last night. Nothing helped, I couldn't shake his composed demeanor, no matter what I did.

Maybe, he doesn’t want me at all. Why would he?

The Bucky Barnes could have anyone. Someone like Natasha—gorgeous, cool, effortlessly magnetic. The kind of woman who could hold her own against a super soldier, the kind who wouldn’t hesitate. The kind who makes sense with him.

Me on the other hand? What was I thinking, believing I would be enough? Just a simple girl, coming from a boring family, with no interesting backstory, nothing to show, nothing to–

"Baby?" Bucky put his face an inch from mine, which immediately snapped me out of my spiralling thoughts. "You okay? Is your stomach upset?" He pointed to the remaining of mac and cheese he cooked. 

He grew to be extremely good at reading my expressions over the past few months. He usually doesn't need to ask; he just knows what's wrong, and eliminates the problem without a word. This time, though, he didn't know. How could he?

"No," I say flatly.

"Sure? Because–"

"I am fine," I snap, louder than anticipated. 

I immediately regret my tone when I see Bucky stiffen, the sound of his metal arm clenching into an unbreakable fist. He takes exactly three steps back from me; measured and calculated. His eyes terrified; I can almost see how he is searching for the possible threats or punishments he would receive, now that he senses the change in the mood. He's still as a sculpture, except for the arms; they are shaking from how strongly he is sqeezing his fist.

Oh, I fucked up.

"I'm sorry. It's just been a really hard week on me, I-"

"You're hurt." 

It's not a question, it's a fact.

"I'm not hurt–"

"I hurt you."

It's not a fact, it's a crime. At least that's how he says it.

I look down to the tiled floor where I can still spot the signs of Bucky's cooking. I cannot look at him. I would need to lie to his face and that is one thing I was never able to do. Not after what he's been through. 

I notice a small movement from him as he takes another step; farther. Way farther away from me. I take a deep breath and force myself to look at him, wishing I didn't as the sight instantly breaks my heart; his eyes are filled with tears, and he's so confused. Scared. Terrified of what is coming. He's gripping onto the side of his shirt, like he always does when he feels unsafe. A lump forms in my throat as I try to open my mouth to speak. I've ruined him. 

"I– uh." The sound I made was barely a whisper, but it made him visibly flinch. "Do you... Do you not... want me?"

Bucky's terrified gaze turns into utter confusion in a matter of seconds. He blinks – for the first time in maybe minutes – as he's struggling to understand my question. I collect all my leftover courage and hope to keep talking. 

"You push me away," I say, trying to be as soft as possible. "We've been together for months, but never... together."

I feel so stupid for not being able to just straight out say it. I'm hoping he somehow understands what I mean, but judging by his scrunched eyebrows, I'm gonna have to be more specific.

 I let out a big sigh and close my eyes to make the embarrassment less painful. "Bucky, we never had sex." 

As soon as the words leave my mouth, his face drops. I lose him again somewhere very far away from me, and he keeps looking at me like I am about to destroy him completely. 

"If you don't want me, that's okay," I assure him, ignoring the bitter taste in my mouth. "I know I'm not the prettiest girl, and you've probably seen better—"

"No!" he snaps, so I lift my head up. He looks horrified, like I've just said something unspeakable. I wait for him to continue, but instead, he keeps staring at me, as if his eyes could tell everything he is unable to.

"No?" I echo. "Then why do you run every time I try to touch you like that?"

He breaks the eye contact by strictly looking at the kitchen counter right in front of him; or at anything that is not me. From all the months I've spent in his presence, I recognize this look too well. He's ashamed. 

"Bucky..."

Silence. He grips the fabric of his shirt, twisting it in his hands. A nervous tick, but to him, a grounding mechanism. He's really trying not to lose himself.

"I—, I don't—," he stutters. "I don't know how."

"What?" I blink. “Bucky, you’ve—” I hesitate. “You’ve been with other women before.”

His head jerks up with a flicker of panic and frustration.

 “That’s not—that’s different.”

“Different how?”

Bucky is refusing to look at me, so I stand up from my seat to make way towards him. He takes a sharp breath when I'm within his reach, but doesn't move. That's a good sign. 

"Look at me, baby," I ask, softly. His eyes snap up instantly, and I see it all there. The fear, the desperation, the battlefield in his head. "Tell me what's wrong."

He tries to do so; he opens his mouth, swallows, exhales, shakes his head, tries again, but he fails, no matter how hard he tries.

"Do you want me?" I ask bluntly.

He nods, still staring at the marble countertop. Okay.

"Are you scared to ask for what you want?"

Another nod. 

"Do you trust me?"

This one is instant.

"Yes."

"Then tell me."

He lets out a shaky breath before he swallows. He turns his head to me, face flustered, his chest moving up and down as he tries to regulate himself.

"Please, can you—," his voice dies before he can finish. He clearly is struggling, like he doesn't know how to want things and the fact breaks a small part of my heart permanently.

"Go on, Bucky. What do you need?" I encourage him.

"I—," he stutters, and then shakes his head hard, like the words are physically hurting him inside his head.

 His body, however, tells the truth on behalf of him. The way his hands tremble and his chest heaves with each exhale, the way his metal fingers twitch against his thigh—he is fighting himself.

I let the silence stretch, waiting, watching the way his face twists with frustration, with hesitation. With want.

“Baby,” I say softly.

His eyes cracks open, blue burning with something raw, something pleading. He sucks in a breath, and for a moment, I think he finally gives in, but then he shakes his head again, hard, turning his face away.

I click my tongue, grabbing his chin, forcing him to meet my gaze. “You want something. I can see it. I can feel it.”

His chest rises sharply, lips parting, but still, he doesn't speak. I lean in, lips brushing against the shell of his ear. 

“Do you need me to guide you?”

His entire body jerks, a sharp inhale ripping from his throat. His fingers are clenching into fists, the tremor rolling through his shoulders like a quake. But he still doesn't answer me.

My grip tightens slightly, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Bucky, if you don’t tell me what you need, I can’t give it to you.”

He exhales shakily, a frustrated, broken sound. His brows knit together, his hands lifting before falling back to his thighs, his whole frame trembling.

“Please,” he whispers.

My heart clenches. “Yes?”

His head dropped forward, breath ragged. “Please… please tell me what to do.”

Oh. 

Oh, fuck.

I smile, slow and knowing, letting the moment stretch, letting him feel the weight of what he's just asked for.

“I’ll show you.” I say, and I find my voice firm. Commanding.

His breath stutters, his entire body tensing, every muscle coiled tight with restraint, with hesitation. He’s fighting it, clinging to the instinct to resist—until I lean in, my mouth brushing over the shell of his ear.

 “If you'll be a good boy for me.”

The sound he makes—soft, broken, fucking relieved—rips through me like a shockwave. My core tightens, ignites, burns, a volcano threatening to erupt at the sheer power of it. 

Bucky Barnes is submissive. For me. 

"Follow me," I say, and as if I freed him from an invisible curse, he makes his way after me.

All at once, every doubt I ever had—about myself, about us—disintegrates. How did I not see this before? How could I have been so blind? He doesn’t need distance. He doesn’t need time. He just needs me. Me in control. Me guiding him. Me telling him exactly what to do.

And fuck, if that isn’t the most intoxicating realization of all, I don't know what is.

I may not be the most experienced woman alive, but that doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that he needs me to be present. He needs me to take this. Own this. There’s no room for doubt, no room to shy away, when he trusts me to take care of him.

I release him just to check his expression, searching for even the slightest hint of hesitation, but to my surprise, I find none. Not a single trace. His eyes track my every movement, locked onto me like a soldier awaiting an order.

And it shouldn't turn me on the way it does.

"Do you want me right now?" My voice is steady, even as I close the space between us, just by one step. 

His gaze sweeps over me, dragging from my lips, to my throat, to my body before he gives a sharp, assured nod.

 "Then take off my dress." 

He moves instantly, without hesitation—like he’s been waiting for this since the moment he met me. His fingers find the hem of my dress; his touch cautious, reverent, like he’s afraid I might pull away at any second. Like he can’t quite believe this is happening.

The contrast of his warm, flesh hand on one thigh, and his ice-cold vibranium fingers on the other, sends a shiver tearing down my spine. Slowly, deliberately, he lifts the fabric over my head, the brush of his knuckles against my skin leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Once I’m bare before him, he takes a small step back—just to look. His lips part slightly, his breathing uneven, chest rising and falling faster, deeper. His eyes—piercing, devastating—roam every inch of me, burning me from the inside out.

And then, he moves.

He throws the dress across the room without looking, never once taking his eyes off of me. His entire body is vibrating, like he’s barely holding himself together, barely restraining the need thrumming beneath his skin.

The sight of him is stealing every breath I have left.

“Can I take your shirt off?” I break the silence, my own voice softer now.

“Please,” he begs.

I waste no time. I step in, close enough for his ragged breath to ghost over my skin, and strip him bare. It’s a summer night, so he’s only wearing a thin, black V-neck, already clinging to the sweat on his chest–or at least, he was. With one fluid motion, I pull it over his head and let it drop to the floor.

I take a moment, just a few seconds, to admire him.

His body is all strength, broad shoulders and sculpted muscle carved by battle and time. Scars litter his skin, testaments to wars fought and survived, and yet, under the soft glow of the moonlight, he looks like something untouchable. Ethereal. Unreal.

I swallow hard, licking my lips as my gaze travels downward, over his defined abs, the way they tense under my attention, down to the dark trail of hair that disappears beneath the waistband of his boxers. I feel it then—the heat pooling low, the unbearable pulse between my thighs. And he’s just standing there, watching me, eyes so dark they’re nearly black.

I’m already so wet for him, it’s almost embarrassing.

"Undress me," I whisper. 

His breath catches, eyes flash with hunger, the way they always do when he wants but won’t take. But this time, he moves.

With careful fingers, he reaches behind me for the clasp of my bra, hesitant yet desperate. This is as far as we’ve ever gone. Four months of waiting, of skirting the edge, of Bucky refusing to let himself see me without clothes. Back then, I thought it was because he didn’t want me, because I wasn’t enough.

But now? Now I know the truth. He wouldn’t have known what to do. He was afraid to ruin this. Afraid to ruin me.

I snap out of my thoughts as I feel the cold air of the AC dance on my bare torso. My nipples instantly harden as a result, and Bucky notices it just as quickly. His lips are apart, and he's staring at them like an animal on his prey. The way he wants me fills me with every ounce of confidence I’ve ever needed.

"You can touch them," I whisper, not sure he even heard me, but then he takes two steps towards, putting his flesh hand on my waist.

I gasp, the breath catching in my throat as his warm, steady touch trails up my skin. His movements are slow—painfully, torturously slow—like he’s memorizing me with his hands, drinking me in through touch alone. He reaches my left breast and he cups it, his thumb immediately finding my hard nipple. His breath shudders, sharp and heavy, his chest rising with a strained inhale as he circles my achingly hard peak with his thumb, teasing, testing, learning me.

I struggle to hold in my moan, my teeth sinking into my lip as he pinches it, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight between my legs. And fuck, he’s watching. His vibranium arm remains stiff at his side, fingers curled into a tight, trembling fist, his jaw slightly slack, his lips parted as he watches himself touch me.

He’s fascinated. Hypnotized. Like this is the first time he’s ever allowed himself to truly want something.

"Both hands, please." My voice is barely a whisper, barely a sound, just a needy, broken plea. His head snaps up, and for the first time in what feels like forever, his eyes meet mine.

His metal hand, still clenched in restraint, relaxes. With slow, careful hesitation, he brings it up, inch by inch, his fingertips skimming my ribs before finally—finally—he touches me. A shiver rips through me, my body instinctively arching into the icy contrast of metal against my heated skin. I don’t pull away; if anything, I lean into him, chasing the sensation, craving more.

"You're being so good for me," I praise, my voice low.

Bucky fucking breaks.

His entire body stutters, trembles; his breath hitching, his knees nearly buckling beneath him as a wrecked, desperate whimper falls from his lips.

Fuck. That has to be the sexiest sound in the world.

“Can I—” His voice cracks, his fingers flexing against my skin. “Can I please kiss you?”

He is pleading, over and over, his voice shaky, utterly undone.

“Please, I need it. Please.”

His words shoot straight to my core, the need in his voice a direct pulse between my legs. I want him so much, I might sublime from the heat he ignites inside me.

I don’t hesitate. I grab his arm, pulling him against me, forcing his bare chest to crash into mine. He melts against me, his body burning, muscles taut, already trembling with restraint. And then, I kiss him. Or maybe he kisses me. Either way, the moment our lips meet, Bucky loses himself.

He kisses me like he’s starving, like he’s drowning and I’m his only air. His mouth is hungry, relentless, desperate, lips crashing into mine as he’s trying to devour me whole.

And fuck, his hands.

They roam everywhere, one gripping the small of my back, the other skimming just beneath my panties, teasing, taunting me, and just when I think it couldn't get any better, his metal hand clamps around my ass, gripping tight, keeping me steady. Feeling the cool vibranium pressing into my heated skin, I moan straight into his mouth, my body shuddering in his hold.

“Put me on the bed. Now.”

The words leave me in a command, and Bucky moves before I can even take another breath. With one arm, just one, he lifts me with ease, like I weigh nothing to him. He lays me down, gentle but firm, already moving to cover me with his body—but I stop him.

“Not yet.”

I shake my head, and he immediately halts, his breathing labored, controlled. He looks wrecked, like he's using every bit of self control to keep himself away from me. Still kneeling between my legs, still so fucking obedient, and yet—his eyes. His fucking eyes, they’re eating me alive.

“Take it off,” I order, nodding toward his jeans.

Bucky keeps his eyes locked on mine, hands trailing down, slow and deliberate as he reaches for the button of his jeans. With a quick flick of his fingers, they’re undone. His piercing gaze never leaves me, his eyes dragging over every inch of my body, devouring, worshipping.

I don't have much time before he stands up and slowly pushes his jeans down. I gasp when I see the thin, black material of his boxers that do nothing to hide him. The thick, heavy outline of him, pressing against the fabric, takes my breath away.

I’ve never seen him like this before. Not even close. I’ve felt him—hard, pressing against me on nights where he’d let himself have just a little. But then he would stop and shut it down. I couldn't understand why, not until now, and I don't have one second to think about it, because he pushes his boxers down. His cock is finally bared to me in full, and Jesus fucking Christ.

He is huge. How is that gonna fit?

“Please,” I hear a small plea towards him, and I shot my eyes back to his face. 

His breath is wild, erratic, chest heaving like he can’t get enough air, like he’s on the edge of breaking. His flesh hand is poised, ready to touch himself, to relieve even an ounce of the pressure, but he doesn't. Not without my word. I bite my lip, reveling in the power of it, in the way his entire body trembles under restraint.

“Take this off, too,” I instruct, gesturing to the lace panties that I’d bought months ago—back when I thought he’d see them then.  Back when I thought we’d be here so much sooner. 

But I don’t have a single complaint left in my body, because when Bucky finally moves—he rips them off. The thin fabric tears from me in one sharp pull, and for a split second, I wonder if he just ripped them in half.

His eyes drag over me, drinking in every inch of bare skin, mapping the places he’s never let himself truly look at before. I feel just how wet I am, now that there’s nothing to soak up the slick. I can feel it all pooling between my thighs, proof of just how badly I want him.

A flicker of  shyness grips me—how did I get this lucky? How did I end up with him, undone and starving, in front of me? But I don’t let myself hide; instead, I sit up slowly, deliberately, my movements calculated, letting myself kneel on the soft mattress.

I look up at him, like I could devour him with a single breath. The six-foot-tall ex-assassin is towering over me, radiating pure heat, his entire body coiled tight like a predator barely holding back.

And then, soft as a prayer, I say, “I want you.”

As if I’ve broken a curse, Bucky snaps. His fingers clamp around my throat, his mouth slamming into mine, the sheer force of it knocking me back onto the bed. He pins me down, all of his weight pressing into me, heavy, suffocating, absolutely fucking perfect. The way he kisses me makes me crazy; he's hungry, possessive, and so filthy, I can only moan as a response.

His cock, thick and heavy, sliding between my soaking slit, his length gliding right over my clit with each slow, torturous grind.

“Fuck—” I moan straight into his mouth, my hips instinctively tilting up, chasing every ounce of friction he gives me.

I lose every bit of control I had left. Overcome with greed, I grab at him, pull at him, take as much as I can. My fingers tangle in his long hair, keeping him locked to me, refusing to let him break the kiss for even a second. 

I let my other hand wander; I trace the sharp lines of his back, trailing lower, until my palm finds his ass. I squeeze, hard, forcing him to rock against me even harder, dragging his cock rougher, deeper through my slick folds. My breathing is a wreck, my body moving instinctively, clinging to him, needing more, more, more.

I want him. All over me. Inside me. Taking me apart.

“Can I—” His voice shatters, breathless. He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes wrecked with need.

“Can I please put it in?”

And fuck, he looks at me like a puppy, wide-eyed, begging.

“Please, I’ll make you feel so good,” he purrs against my neck, teeth grazing my skin, lips pressing open-mouthed kisses.

“God, yes,” I groan.

Bucky grabs himself, his fingers shaking with need as he positions his cock right at my entrance. He could thrust in immediately, take what we both want without hesitation, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pauses; his eyes flick back up to mine, searching, waiting, needing something more.

And I know exactly what he wants.

“Be a good boy and fuck me, Bucky.”

I'm way past hesitation or shame. All I want is him taking over me, claiming me, pressing me into himself. The words shatter something inside him; his mouth parts, his pupils blown wide, and then—without ever breaking eye contact—he slides inside.

A broken moan leaves my lips as my spine arches, my body opening for him, stretching around him, and fuck, he fills me.

Completely. Entirely. Devastatingly.

I’ve been aching for this moment for months. I’ve fantasized about him taking me, and now he’s finally inside me. A deep pressure builds low in my belly, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as he pushes deeper and deeper, until I feel the blunt tip of his cock press against my cervix.

He’s so fucking hard. I can feel him throbbing inside me, feel the pulse of his cock against my walls, and it drives me insane. I wait for him to finally move, but after a few seconds of stillness, I open my eyes.

Bucky is watching me so carefully, his eyes flicking over my face, searching for even the slightest sign of discomfort. His arms shake violently, his knuckles white from gripping the sheets beside my head. He’s breathing fast, erratic, his small, shaky breaths cold against my ear. And he’s moving too slowly, like he’s terrified of losing control.

“Relax, baby. You can let go.”

I lift my hand, gently stroking his beautiful face, my voice barely a whisper. His eyes soften, then immediately darken.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he rasps, his voice hoarse, ruined.

“You can’t,” I assure him. “I can take it. I want to take it.”

The sound that escapes him—a helpless whimper, like he’s been waiting his entire life to hear those words. His body trembles, his control hanging by a thread, his cock twitching inside me at the sheer relief of it.

He might be above me, but he is completely at my mercy.

“You’re doing so good,” I murmur, just inches from his lips, my breath fanning over his skin. “Don’t stop.”

The second I say it, he melts.

Raw, desperate need unleashes from him so suddenly, it knocks the breath from my lungs. I wheeze in surprise, barely able to keep up before he grabs the bedframe above my head with his vibranium arm and picks up the pace—hard. The deep, wrecked moan that rips from his throat sets me on fire; a wildfire raging low and uncontrollable, consuming every last of my coherent thoughts. All I know is him—the way he moves, the way he fills me, the way every precise thrust hits where I need him most.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, and he collapses into me, his mouth claiming mine in a sloppy, desperate kiss. His thrusts are relentless, shaking the entire goddamn bed, and I have to grip his vibranium arm for dear life just to keep myself in place.

Somewhere in his haze, even now, he thinks to protect me—his flesh hand cradling the top of my head, shielding me from the bedframe. My chest tightens at the gesture, and I let my lips trail down his sweat-slicked neck in silent gratitude, my teeth grazing over his skin.

Something inside me snaps as I feel his salty skin on my tounge. My nails rake down his back, digging into the hard muscle, desperate to leave my mark. My teeth sink into his shoulder, biting, scratching, taking him. We’re sliding against each other, slick with sweat, the heat of the summer night making everything feel even filthier, more raw, more real.

And Bucky is falling apart.

He’s moaning, breaking, unraveling against me, the sounds deep and ragged, each one rougher than the last. If I didn’t know better—if I didn’t know how utterly overwhelmed with pleasure he is—I’d think he was in pure agony from the helpless little cries slipping from his lips.

“Tell me I’m good for you,” he whispers, almost afraid to ask, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

“You’re such a good boy for me, Bucky.” 

The words fall from my lips like a promise, and fuck, the sharp, broken gasp he lets out shreds me to pieces. It’s high and desperate, so fucking needy, and it goes straight to my core.

He kisses me, hard and possessive.

“I’ve been waiting…” His voice is unraveling, barely understandable.

”… for so fucking long.”

Then suddenly—

Thrust.

“And you—”

Thrust.

“Feel—”

Thrust.

“So—”

Thrust.

“Good.”

His voice rasps in pure, guttural pleasure. I’m nothing but a puddle beneath him, completely ruined, and somehow, he’s not finished.

His rhythm snaps, his thrusts turning harder, rougher, deeper, more possessive.

“Mine,” he snarls, his voice low, primal. He slams into me, hard, forcing me to take it.

“Mine, you understand?”

I can’t speak. Can’t think. There’s no rational thought left, no words, just pure, consuming pleasure. So instead, I match his pace, my hips rolling up to meet every devastating thrust. The way his words set me on fire, I let the flames consume me. My orgasm builds dangerously fast, and I’m hanging by a fucking thread, barely holding on under the brutal precision of his movements.

“Bucky—God—”

His name falls from my lips like a prayer, breathless and desperate.

“I’m—”

Judging by his increased pace, he knows exactly what I'm trying to say. He lifts himself, just enough to look me in the eyes, and I’m trying so hard not to let my eyes roll back, not to completely lose myself in him.

“Please.”

His voice shatters, breaking apart in my ear, pleading.

“Please cum on my cock. Please, baby, please—”

This is all I need to spiral. The coil inside me snaps violently, my entire body arching, shattering as a scream tears from my throat. I crash into pleasure, drowning in it, my walls clenching tight around him, milking him, pulling him deeper.

“Oh, fuck—” Bucky’s voice breaks, his hips stuttering, his rhythm completely unraveling as he feels me fall apart around him.

“That’s it—fuck—that’s my girl.”

His praise sends a violent aftershock through me, my body trembling, shaking, completely spent. I gasp for air, trying to regulate myself after the most devastating orgasm of my life, but I don't stand a chance. Bucky's not finished, not yet.

“I—I can’t—”

Bucky’s voice isn’t even human anymore. It’s a shattered, breathless little whimper, choked between desperate gasps, his body trembling like he’s about to break. His hips falter, his cock twitching so agressively inside me I swear I can feel it in my throat.

But he won’t let go. Not yet.

Not without permission.

“Please—”

The word falls apart in his throat, barely even understandable.

“Please, baby, please—please let me cum, I need it, I need you, I can’t hold it, I can’t—”

He’s whining, his breath is gone, his voice is gone, his body is gone; he is completely, utterly mine.

“Release it, baby.” My fingers tighten in his hair, dragging him deeper inside me. “Be a good boy and give it to me.”

And that’s it; he doesn’t just fall apart—he disintegrates.

His hips slam forward, burying himself so fucking deep inside me, holding us together, his muscles locking up, convulsing. And if this wasn't enough, he whimpers.

“Ohhh—fuck, fuck, fuck—”

His cock twitches and throbs uncontrollably, and I feel everything. The first violent, overwhelming pulse. The hot, thick flood of him spilling deep inside me. His hips keep jerking, his muscles keep locking up, his whimpers keep breaking apart into desperate, breathless sobs.

“Baby, baby—please, please, oh my God, I—I can’t—”

His hands claw at my waist, face burrowed into my neck, his breath a gasping mess. His voice cracks, completely breaking apart, and then a single, desperate sob escapes from him.

He cries. Bucky Barnes cries when he cums.

His body shakes uncontrollably, his hips rocking forward on their own, like he’s trying to push it even deeper, like he’s chasing something he’ll never be able to reach.

“Baby, baby—please hold me, please—fuck, I love you, I love you so much—”

His voice is cracking, completely gone, and I gasp as I feel another orgasm building inside me. Another slow, rolling wave, ignited by his moans, his desperate little whimpers, the way he’s still trembling inside me.

“Bucky—oh, fuck—”

The second he realizes what’s happening, it destroys him all over again.

“Baby, you’re gonna— Fuck, fuck, fuck—please, baby, please—”

His hips snap forward as a last burst of desperate energy, his hands gripping my waist so tightly I feel the bruises forming.

“Oh, baby—please, please cum on my cock again, I wanna feel it—please, baby, please, please—”

The filth of it, the raw need in his voice immedately shatters me. I scream his name, my body convulsing around him, my walls tightening, pulsing, taking him deeper, squeezing him so hard he sobs.

“Oh—oh fuck, baby, I’m still cumming—”

His cock throbs again, another weak, helpless little spill, and he whimpers so high and wrecked he sounds like he’s dying.

“I can’t stop—baby, I can’t stop, I can’t stop—”

His breath is gone, tears spilling onto my skin, his voice a trembling, begging mess, pleading for the final release. Not a moment later, he collapses.

His body slumps into mine; arms useless, his breathing erratic and broken. His tears still fall, his entire body shivering, overstimulated, still whimpering, still sobbing.

He’s still inside me, throbbing. Utterly gone from this world.

His hands stay locked firmly around me, fingers clutching, shaking, gripping, like he’ll die if I let go. And on top of that, he just won't stop crying. Soft, helpless little sobs hide into my skin, as he's holding onto me for dear life.

“Baby,” he whispers, his voice so broken and small.

“Baby, please don’t let go—please don’t go.”

My heart shatters to a million pieces in a matter of seconds. It becomes evidently clear that he's not here right now. He’s somewhere else, somewhere dark, somewhere cold, somewhere where he had nothing and no one. I feel it in the way he clings to me and his hands shake as they grip my waist. The way his face tucks into my throat, burrowing, searching, nuzzling like he’s trying to disappear into me; like he’s afraid this isn’t real.

"Shhh, Bucky,” I murmur, kissing his damp temple. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Even though I wanted my words to soothe him, he breaks even more instead. His breath catches on a sob, his entire body curling into me, fingers fisting in the sheets, in my hair, in anything he can hold onto. 

“You’re so good to me,” he gasps, his voice shaking. “So perfect, so soft, I—fuck, I don’t deserve this—”

His lips quiver against my skin, hands tightening around me, pulling me closer. The realization that he’s not just crying from overstimulation, hits me like a brick. He’s crying because he’s never felt this before.

Never felt this safe. Never felt this loved. Never felt this cherished, taken care of. 

“Bucky,” I whisper, cupping his tear-streaked face, making him look at me.

His blue eyes are glassy and vulnerable, still wet with tears. God, he looks so much younger like this. Like a little boy, back in the ‘40s, nineteen years old, held too many responsibilities, never got held in return.

I immediately want to fix every bad thing that's ever happened to him.

“You deserve all of this, my sweet boy,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his forehead. “You deserve every single second of love. You deserve to be taken care of.”

He lets out a tiny little sob that slits my heart in half, like a butcher knife.

“But I—” His voice cracks, his fingers digging into my waist. “I don’t—I don’t know how to do this. I don’t—”

His breath hitches, his chest rising, falling too fast. I know him enough to realize he’s panicking, his brain is fighting him, pushing against the comfort, trying to tell him he doesn’t deserve this.

I also know how to shut it down. I pull him into me, wrap my arms so tightly around him that he has no choice but to believe that this is real. I'm real.

“It’s okay, baby,” I say gently, stroking his hair, feeling his body relax against mine. “You don’t have to know how. Just let me love you.”

He immediately eases into me, his breath slowing, his shaking finally dying down. He doesn't know, but he's holding my own broken pieces together too, since I've never felt a love so consuming before. 

“If I fall asleep,” he whispers, as if he is about to say something unthinkable, ��will you be here when I wake up?”

My dear God. 

"Of course, Bucky. I'll be right here, always," I promise, my voice firm, not leaving any space for doubts in his broken mind.

He buries his face into my neck as an answer, and with that, Bucky Barnes is fast asleep in my arms.

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Steve, Bucky, Fever Dreams, and Unintentional Seduction

The soft, snuffling sounds of sleep emanating from Steve and his rattling lungs and plugged nose with its deviated septum don't simply stop, cutting out from the ongoing droning of his snores to slightly less loud, waking breathing, heavy and labored with sickness layered over his usual asthma. No, the waters are much muddier than that. Steve's stream of consciousness, running between sleep and wake and dizzying under the flood of his fever, is hard to see through. Muddy, indeed.

The thing that announces to Bucky that his sick-as-a-dog boyfriend has woken from his latest fever-inspired nap is the rough scratch of his baritone perking up Bucky's ears.

Instinctively, reclining in their ratty, creaking armchair, Bucky turns his head to see what's the matter.

Nothing seems to be, though. For all his waking up, talking, slurring, as if he's continuing a sentence that he was already weaving in a discombobulated dream, he's still huddled in a pile of thin, thread-bare blankets on their sidewalk-free-sign-found couch. The layers obscure his boney yet angelic body as it sweats and shivers. He's been fighting his latest illness for a few days now. Bucky thought it was on the downswing, but

"--know that ya don't think 'm lookin' an' I am, 'm watchin', you're arms are, mmmngh, lov'yur arms, arms're good, flex when you, yah-ya, when yur shavin' ur face, handsome m'fckin' face, you don't even know it, ya, jus', standin' there... shaving--"

Hearing him talk like that? Maybe not.

Maybe he's sicker than ever, running his mouth, letting his hotter than fever libido slip out of his mouth, mirroring the slide of beads of sweat down the side of his face.

"--Mmmhmm, shaving, arms, gettin' s'close to th-the mirror, breath hot on th'glass, foggin' it up, leanin', leanin' over, jezuuss, yur ass, Buck. S'dissssstracting. Stickinn out. Ass. Arms. Like yur arms. S'big. So big. Yur so big. Wanna bite 'em. Bite yur arms. 'Specially when yah get home fr'm work, sweatin' an' bulgin' an' I can see all yur veins an' yur tired, voice rough, gettin' short wit me. Hnnngh. F'ck--"

As he drones on, Bucky's own face starts to get hot, first blushing pink and then deepening to a red as if he's spread himself out on the beach to let the sun cook him.

He can't look at Steve.

He feels like he shouldn't look at Steve, like he's a fucking pervert, peeping on Steve's most private, out-of-his-mind dreams despite how he's, literally, seen Steve in every state. He's Steve's fella, his best friend, it's fine if he listens to him talk like that, it's just...

He ain't got no inhibitions like this. His illness has lowered him all the way to the ground, lying on his belly, drooling into the dirt, drawing filthy pictures with a wobbling, unsteady fingertip while flaming hearts circle in his eyes. Drunk on it. And, fucking Christ, does it sound good.

Over on the couch, where Bucky's averted his gaze carefully, looking down at his own lap and the tent not rising in his trousers, Steve tumbles on, lazy and slow, all Brooklyn drawl. His words drip with honey.

"--Gonna eat, eat 'em, gonna, Jesus, Mary, fuh-fuck, you're so haaan'some, Buck. Smell s'good, too. Wanna faint when I smell yur aftershave on yur shirt but, also, also, wanna die--I wanna die, I luv it sooo much when ya don't shave for 'a day an' yur stubble, mmmmngh, ngh, Buck, yur stubble scratches me an' I see heaven, I swear it, like 'm already dead. Like it, rough, hurts, like it on me. Against m' face 'til I'm blushin' red. I like it. Like you. Luv ya--"

Bucky can't.

He fucking can't.

He can't sit still. He can't not look at Steve, going on and on and on and on and on and on on and on and on and on and on and on on and on and on and on and on and on on and on and on and on and on and on on and on and on and on and on and on, his eyes shut, color vivid on his face like a sunset landscape painting--something beautiful like what Steve could make--lashes kissing the tops of his cheeks, sweat darkening his hair as it curls over his forehead.

God.

Bucky just barely sucks in a deep breath, forcing his way through it with his hands clenched into fists over his thighs. He, he doesn't know what to do.

He wants Steve to shut the fuck up. He wants to be quiet as he can, opening the space for Steve to fill, talking until his throat goes hoarse. He wants to touch himself through his pants. He needs to. He wants to jump Steve's fucking bones. He can't jump Steve's bones, he's sick, he's already got too much going on, Bucky can't expect him to get it up, Bucky can't burden him with more physicality. So, it's not fair.

He can't.

He can't touch himself and jerk one out to this. It wouldn't be right to anyhow because Steve doesn't even know what he's doing and Steve can't enjoy it right now.

So.

He's...

Teeth gritted in his mouth, he's gotta just sit here.

Listening.

Sweating.

Tortured.

"--luv, luv yur aftershave an' arms an', nngh, even yur pomade, Buck, shit, just gotta run m'hands through ya hair until it's on m'hands an' I, I, I... Buck. Yur hair hangs in your face an' my heart goes funny in m'chest. Stunner. Buck, yur a stunner. Whistling when ya shave an' comb yur hair and get ready for work an'... don't leave. Don't ever leave. Want you fer me. Mine. Mine t'bite. Bite yer arms. Yuh-yer neck. Can't go to th'docks if youu, if you're indecent."

Steve--phsycially weak, sick as hell, yet ever stubborn, even when he's out of his mind--has the gall to smirk. It's a lazy, sloppy smirk. And yet...

It still fucking works on Bucky.

Involuntarily, Bucky lets out a squeaky little whimper, his hips jerking forward. Oh, Jesus Christ, Steve keeps talking like that and Bucky might cum in his fuckin' pants.

Now, it's all he can do to keep his eyes open, keep his eyes on Steve, 'cause the pictures his little artist is painting in his mind are so much worse--getting pinned by Steve's boney frame up against their bathroom cabinets, back against the sink, head hitting the mirror, nerves all singing a deafening crescendo, uncomfortable and jumbled up in their tiny bathroom but not caring because Steve kisses like he does everything: daring and stubborn and with the force of fucking god behind him. Kissing the life out of him, kissing him until he can't breathe, kissing him with teeth, kissing him until he's marked with bruises that bloom red and blue and purple over his neck and chest and stomach and between his thighs. Bucky couldn't leave the apartment for days with those hickies littering his body, achy and possessive--they'd be as obvious as neon sign glaring in the dead of night, seducing sleazy men into gritty brothels, bars, and clubs alike.

And that's not even to meantion how, else, if he did step foot outside after such a loving tear into, he'd be wandering around in a shivery, raw-edged daze, stumbling, whimpering to himself with every drag of his starched, button-up shirt, cotton-soft undershirt, pressed slacks, or underwear against the teeth marks. He would be irresponsibly high off the knowledge of being owned, pleasure knocking him onto his ass. He'd be treated so good, he'd be too indecent to go in public, he'd be... be...

Owned.

Trembling, Bucky swallows thickly, pushing down a moan as he conversely pumps himself up, he can do it, he can wait a few more days for Steve to recover from getting sick, he can, he will, he has to. He'll get Steve better, taking care of him the best he can, and then he'll beg Steve to take care of him, too. He'll get on his knees. He'll stretch his neck out, arching it, the next time he shaves. He'll bend over the sink completely, presenting himself. He'll flex. He'll groan and beg, sweaty and overworked after an extra-long shift. He'll do anything. Anything. He wants to be owned.

"Mmmngh, Buckyyyy--"

[juicyfruit22-library]

Who we are by late_to_party_81

Okay, maybe getting it on in the bathroom during the summer office party at Steve’s work wasn’t the best idea, but in Bucky’s defence, watching Steve, who already looked like the hottest thing on the planet in his blue linen suit, talk corporate and command the room had sent his libido sky-rocketing. He’d been so handsy when Steve had stepped down from the podium, already starting to float around the edges of subspace, that Steve had had no option but to hustle him away before he did something that even out-raged an exhibitionist like Tony Stark.

[buckyalpine]

Student Bucky

Shy Beefy Student Bucky x Professor Reader 

No thots, just 

He’s so smitten with his professor, always mesmerized with anything you say, gazing at you with heart eyes while you deliver your lectures. He could listen to you speak for hours, always finding a seat at the very front of the large hall so he doesn’t miss a word. 

He’s too shy to ever raise his hand and participate which is upsetting considering he’s on of the brightest students in your class. You always toss him a soft smile when you see him, adoring the little blush that follows after; it’s even worse when you compliment his papers. 

Every time he thinks about you, his mind ends up going to less than holy places and his hand finds itself down his pants. He can’t help it, thinking about your pretty body in those suits and skirts, how gorgeous you’d look spread out on your desk. You’re so brilliant and pretty and sweet and he isn’t sure how many times its been but his sheets are messy but he’s still so hard. 

He almost has a heart attack when you ask if he’d like to come on board a research project your doing. Obviously he’d never say no but your doe eyes looking up at him are too much and he can only nod in response. 

A few late nights and not so innocent touches later 

He’s so shy, he’s not even aware of how his size engulfs you under him, all his focus set on making you feel so good, giving you all the pleasure you deserve. 

“Does-does it feel good for you?” He asked timidly, biting down on his bottom lip, keeping his moans down, abs tensed from holding his body back from releasing too quickly. He can feel his cock throbbing, his orgasm already at the base of his length.

“So good baby, so so good”  You moan, your arms and legs wrapped around his body, the both of you in the middle of your large bed, all clothes tossed off, nothing separating you. “Making me feel so good baby”

The pet name makes him feral as he preens, adjusting his hips so he can fuck the very depths of your soul making you see stars. He maneuvers your legs higher up on his waist, loving the way your ankles are locked around his lower back. You let your hands wander around his body, clawing at the muscles on his back, and holding onto his biceps. 

“M’I doing okay?” He pants against your skin, hesitantly bringing his hands to lace with yours, pinning you against the mattress. All you can do is moan and nod, the tip of his cock hitting that sensitive spot just right, your arousal making a creamy mess all along his veiny girthy shaft. “Yeah? M’making you feel good?” 

“You’re-so-thick-oh God” You cry out between thrusts, gasping at the stretch while he blushes, keeping his face hidden from you.

“I am?”

You giggle at his shyness, kissing his temple, finding his soft sweetness endearing.

“So thick baby, cock stretching me so good”

“You like it?”

“So fucking good James”

“M’gonna cum” He whines out, his pace growing sloppy but he doesn’t want to stop, he wants this night to last (not realizing it was the first of many). You gasp when he pulls out and buries his face between your legs. He laps at your arousal, mixed with his precum, your sensitive cunt soaking his scruffy cheeks. 

“Wan you to cum first” He shoves two fingers into your sopping core, thrusting and curling them till your screaming, your thighs trapping him in. 

“JAMES” 

“Say-say my name” He lets out a broken moan, growling when he feels your hand tug at his roots, his eyes rolling back. “You taste so good”

“You like that sweet boy? Like when I moan your name?” Your back arches off the bed as he suckles on your swollen clit, your body convulsing as pleasure consumes you. He laps up every drop you give him, not giving you a second to catch your breath; he flips you over with ease, bringing your ass all the way up and shoves his cock back in.

“F-FUCK JA-MES” you claw at the sheets while his large hands grip your hips, slamming your ass back on him to meet his thrusts, his heavy balls hitting your throbbing clit each time.

“You feel so good, don’t wanna pull out” he moaned, throwing his head back, nearly whimpering when he feels you flutter and clench around his swollen cock, your second orgasm already barrelling towards you.

“Can-can I cum in you?” He’s asking permission but he doesn’t know if he’ll have the willpower to pull out if you said no. He’s never felt so good, his cock harder and more sensitive than ever, your pussy swallowing every Inch he gives.

“Cum in me sweet boy” you slur out, letting him man handle you, getting off on how soft and sweet he is, a stark contrast to the way he fucked like an animal.

“Cum with me” he cries out, snaking his hand around to rub your clit, letting his heavy body collapse on top of you, rutting into you, letting his cock rub against your sweet spot. “M’gonna cum so much for you, fuck”

He gives you a few more harsh thrusts before he moans loudly in the back of your neck, his hands reaching out to grab something, locking with yours.

You both lay panting in a post sex haze, his warm cum making you thighs sticky. It doesn’t take long to feel him get hard inside you again, a low rumble emitting from his chest when you clench around him. He slowly drags his cock out before pushing it back in, letting his cum squirt out onto the sheets.

“Can I?” He asks softly, between gently thrusts, wrapping his arms around you when you nod, taking his time to savour your soft body wrapped around his large one. “Don’t wanna leave, you feel so good”

“We have all night baby, all night”

[havensins]

Waking up to bucky fucking himself on your cock cause he got horny

luv this. (cw dubcon& somno)

blinking the sleep on your eyes to see a needy and disheveled bucky on your lap with his hair pulled into a bun as he bounces.

once he sees you’re no longer awake, he whines. “‘m sorry.. sorry sorry sorry, jus’ needed you,” he’d whimper, bouncing faster as the shame and humiliation of being caught creeps up his spine.

“such a needy fuckin’ whore, buck. you couldn’t even wait until i was awake before bouncin’ on my cock like this?” you question, grunting as he tightens around you at the words.

“i must’ve truly fucked you cock-dumb,” you grin, hands finding his waist and helping him move along your cock. he cries out at the feel, pressing his hands against your chest. “yessss! your dumb whore..” he all but moans, cheeks wet with his tears of oversensitivity.

[confusedmuggle]

Needy Boy

sub!Bucky Barnes x fem!dom!reader

summary: Bucky Barnes hasn’t had time for pleasuring himself for many years, but now he seems to be having a problem

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Bucky?” You called out. Your roommate of two years, you had met him when you first began an avenger. He was rather grumpy, but he wasn’t a bad roommate. you heard a noise from his room, and knocked before entering. The sight before you made you freeze

Bucky was lying on his bed, eyes red and watering. His pants barely on his hips, the outline of his dick showing clearly through his pants, a wet spot at the tip was leaking through his pants

“Bucky? What’s going on?”

his head snapped up, he quickly wiped his face. “Nothing! Get- get out!”

You walked closer to him and sat down next to him

“Bucky, talk to me. Are you sexually frustrated?” you have wondered if something like this would happen. Bucky was super old technically, but he’d never brought any women home, ever. He had to be backed up down there. And honestly, you’d be lying if you said you had never imaged him in a less than holy manner

“I- I-“ he was stuttering like crazy. You could see the tears returning to his eyes

“Bucky, do you need help?”

He froze. “…yes, please. please”

you shuttered at his whine. He was so hot, especially when he begged. You reached over and tugged off his boxers and sweats, being gentle. His red, engorged cock sprung up and hit is stomach. It was already leaking a lot, and the tip was swollen from years of no release. His balls looked so heavy and tight

“Oh Bucky… this looks painful”

he whimpered in response

“please…it hurts… y/n…please”

You gently wrapped your hand around it and began stroking. Bucky help out a choked gasp at the sensation, squirming on the bed

“y/n… it feels so good, ngh.. ah..” he was breathing heavy at this point. He tensed suddenly and came, shooting thick ropes of his cum into your hand. “That was fast” you noticed he was still hard. He teared up again

“more, please, I need more! It’s too much.. I need more, I - I can’t- “

He choked out a sob and you took his into your mouth. “ngh… fuck, y/n, keep going, shit, ah..ah, ngh… fuck”

you were able to milk out two more orgasms out of the poor boy before he collapsed onto the bed, his cock softening finally. “..thank you”

You gently cleaned him up and stroked his hair, watching him as he fell asleep

“y/n.. mmm”

You smiled at his soft whimpers, but then remembered, the two of you are just roommates.

right?

part two out now!

[hunterofartemis257]

Bucky

TW: Language, sexual themes

I’m so obsessed with himmmmm 😍

Imagine this man on his knees, looking up at you, bouncing on a dildo on the ground in front of your feet and playing with his chest because he wants to put on a show for you

[lilaccmilk]

can’t help but think about

Men who look like they haven’t felt the touch of a woman. (they haven’t) They develop a crush on you. Men who look at you with doe eyes, ready to please. Men who will do anything if you asked. Men who shiver when you whisper in their ear. It can be anything, but the feeling of you getting close— fuck they’re goners. Men who imagine you in ungodly ways, all of this new to them. Men who are on the verge of crying because they are so sexually frustrated.

Men who still can’t believe how someone like them (shy, submissive, a stuttering mess) managed to pull someone as confident and bold as you.

Men who whimper when you finally touch them. Guttural grunts and moans, whines and whimpers— all a part of the melody they let out just for you. Men who look up at you with expectant eyes, wanting–no needing you to praise them. We’ve already established that they love your voice, so throw in a ‘good boy’ or ‘you did so good baby’ and their brain stops functioning.

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I don't want it if it ain't your touch - West Side // Ariana Grande

I’m in class rn and all i can think about is this.

Ethan Landry, Sub!Miguel O’Hara, Simon Aumar, Harry Potter, Yuta Okkotsu, Tyler Galpin, Bucky Barnes +your favs!

[fandomfluffandfuck]

OKAY OKAY OKAY

while I absolutely ADORE your drabbles, I love them so much mwah mwah mwah

I would like to raise you…. pussy!Steve who doms the fuck out of Bucky. Bucky is crying and whimpeeing and trying so hard to be a good boy, but Steve is just so good. Like, mind-meltingly good. It makes our poor baby go stupid, and Steve loves to take advantage of that.

For reference, my ask box is no longer open for requests, but this is from before I closed it, so I will be writing for this ask.

Thank you so much!!

Y-E-S.

I will rise to this challenge, abso-fucking-lutely.

Bucky is shaking badly, head to toe trembling as if he's woken up in the middle of the night to an earthquake. He's spread across his bed, vulnerable in his nakedness, and so shocked by the waking to the ground rumbling beneath him like it wants to swallow him whole, the earth vibrating through his mattress, spooking him so badly that he's started to sweat enough to soak into the bed.

But there is no earthquake, it is not the middle of the night, and Bucky is not afraid.

Rather than an earthquake, there's the earth-shattering feeling of Steve on top of his quivering, sweat-glistening body spread across the bed. Steve is pinning him down at the same time that he makes him shiver and shake and tense against the bonds of his words, ordering Bucky to keep still, based on nothing but his sweet obedience. And rather than fear, the exact opposite yet so similar sensation has overtaken him--arousal. The twin side of the coin. Fear is heart racing and sweaty and on edge, arousal is the same but titillating instead of life-threatening.

Well.

Bucky still might feel as though his life is threatened but not in a bad way. More so in the way that if he dies right here, he can die a happy man.

More than fucking happy, he can die fulfilled, overflowing with arousal and heat and devastation because Steve is on top of him, his thick thighs thrown around his stocky waist with one hand in the center of Bucky's chest to hold himself up, fingers spread, palm down, and the other hand between his legs. He's using his fingers, articulating them, curling and rubbing and fingering, and making the mouthwatering muscles and veins in his forearm twitch and bulge. Steve's touching himself, hovering above Bucky, on his knees, just close enough to tease.

That's why Bucky's shaking. He's so fucking teased. He can't touch. He just has to lay here and watch, rock-hard as Steve plays with his cunt. Oh, god, he's two fingers fucking deep in it, making the most lewd, wet sounds as he dives--both his soaked pussy and his chest-rumbling noises of pleasure. He's close enough for Bucky to feel the humid, sticky heat between his legs but not close enough. Bucky wants him closer. Desperately wracked with want Bucky aches to be inside him. He's hot, fucking wet, tight velvet around his cock. He always is. Bucky wants to fucking fuck him. He wants it so bad he can taste it on the tip of his tongue.

It's not just Bucky's own want making him taste it, though, it's how fucking close Steve is and how turned on he is as he plays with himself--curling his fingers inside himself to make his eyes roll back and his hips stutter forward, arching painfully sharply to have more pressure against his sweet spot inside him, and whining to himself as he teases his own body, playing himself, making himself sing, making himself want and ache and throb before he dares to take his soaked, glistening fingers out of himself and rub tight, fast circles around his swollen clit. Steve is so goddamn hot for this--getting off on controlling him, telling him how to move and when, what he deserves and doesn't--that he's wet all down his thighs. Some of his slick, wet and thick and fragrant, has dripped onto Bucky's throbbing, hurting cock as he fingerfucks himself to another orgasm. Having it drip hotly out of Steve and onto him, landing almost with a splat and sizzle, it's that fucking wet and hot, is the only way Bucky's gotten his dick wet for the unknown amount of time he's been trapped here, wanting so badly he can feel it in his teeth and the bite of his fingernails digging into his own palms. Wanting so badly he can taste it. Steve's arousal is so thick in the air he can literally taste it, coating his tongue and spreading down his throat, ending up deep, deep in his belly, making tight knots in his guts until he's groaning with abandon.

This is fucking torture. He's so hard! All he wants is in his pussy. It's the only thing he can think about. He can feel his heart throbbing in his cock and he just needs Steve's tight, wet pussy around him to make it better. It's not fair that Steve gets to feel himself around his fingers and Bucky doesn't! It's not fair that Bucky has to lay here and sweat through the sheets, barely able to fucking see, his eyes watering so badly for just how desperate he is, and witness Steve getting himself off again and again. He hasn't gotten off once! He's just fucking aching. It's in his teeth. His bones.

He needs.

He's whining, whimpering, and sobbing.

Steve is moaning with his throat now, his hips grinding roughly down against his own hand, his fingers curled inside himself, pressing against his g-spot and thrusting in and out of his sticky wetness and tugging at his own rim to make his thighs abruptly jolt with the stimulation. He's pulling his fingers out and spreading his hot, thick wetness all around his pussy, tracing the legs of his clit down on either side of his slit, forming his fingers into an enticing V-shape. He's making sure Bucky can do nothing but stay locked onto target with dark, starved eyes. He's so fucking wet. Spreading it all over. Glistening. Swollen, and, Jesus Christ, Bucky has it so bad he can't help but drool a little bit, thinking, mortifyingly, that his cunt looks juicy.

He wants it so badly it's awful, sobbing harder, making his chest stutter and heave.

Steve takes a moment to tease them both, spreading his labia and getting his legs just a little wider, canting his hips up and forward, letting his head lull back in obvious, vocal pleasure--Bucky can see everything. All of his wet, pink, hypersensitive flesh from swollen clit to his pried-open vagina back to the tight clutch of his asshole. The sight of him hits like a fucking punch to the gut. He's spread like a book so open that the spine is cracked and Bucky wants to stick his face in it and consume it page for page. He wants to pronounce each word slowly and taste it on his tongue--savor it. He wants to tear through the story and then go back again and again to memorize it, to know it by heart.

He wants.

But he can't have.

Steve won't let him.

And it's the worst, best day of his life when Steve, his voice all breathy and fucked-out, tells him, "beg." He doesn't have to clarify for what and he absolutely doesn't have to ask again.

Bucky obeys, frantic and feverish as what he hopes are words spilling out of his loose lips. He can't control himself. He doesn't know what he's saying if he's saying anything at all. He may just be making useless noises that are incoherent and embarrassing in sheer out-of-his-mind desperation. He's just going and going, running his mouth and hoping to a god he doesn't believe in anymore that it's enough.

Thank fuck, it's enough. Or, with devastated arousal in his chest, maybe it isn't? Bucky doesn't know. He can't make sense of what Steve's doing, he's just watching it fucking unfold as nothing but a weak, submissive passenger as Steve takes another long, drawn-out orgasmic moment to ride and shake and squirm on his own hand, wringing wetness out of himself fervently before, oh fuck, taking his hand from between his legs, glistening wet, soaked as shit, and lifting it fluidly to right in front of Bucky's dumb fucking face.

Bucky blubbers more, begging, maybe just moaning or outright crying at this point, he isn't sure what's happening. Whatever he does has Steve convinced enough to close the harrowing gap between his drenched fingers and Bucky's face and--

He bluntly wipes the wet, hot mess on his fingers down Bucky's face, shaking him to the core with Steve's slick painted onto him, marking him from just above his lip, under his nose, over his mouth, down to his cleft chin. He is coated. Smothered. Glazed

"Don't you dare fucking lick it," Steve growls with so much conviction that it's shocking, Bucky doesn't know how he can still keep going, he's barely fucking hanging on by a thread himself and he hasn't even had a single orgasm yet.

Bucky wants nothing more than the taste of him. It's so hard to keep his ravenous tongue in his mouth. He's so eager for it. It's harder to keep from licking Steve's wetness off his lips and struggling to clean it off his skin, too, than it is to keep his hands to himself. But. He does it.

He lays there, head spinning at a million miles an hour, neck limp on his pillow, hair fanned out around his bright red cheeks, sweat gathering on his skin, for what feels like ages. Steve's wetness is spread thickly over him, cooling from the molten heat between Steve's legs and deep inside his tight pussy to Bucky's body temperature, feverish but not lava like Steve's sex is. His wetness is close enough to Bucky's nose that all he can smell is the briny, wrecking scent of his wetness. He needs it in his mouth. His chest heaves, stutters, and he chokes through his sealed-shut lips. If he dares to open his mouth, his tongue will come out to play.

He can't.

Steve knows he can't, but he still pushes. Because he's like that. Rattling off, "good fucking boy, yeah, yeahh, it looks like my good boy just got finished eating my pussy, hmm?" Bucky whines sharply through his shut lips, the noise going even more feral as Steve goes back to his cunt, drawing his fingers over his clit to shudder with pleasure, and then down, deeper, wetting his fingers again in his dripping, leaking hole. "Aww," Steve exhales roughly, getting to himself, knowing just how he likes to be touched and exploiting it, "ain't that somethin'? It looks like I was sitting on your face and letting you go at it. Cute."

Bucky sobs, lungs seizing.

"Yeah--fuck yes--you'd like that, Buck. You're al-always so eager to please. Always so happy to get your face soaked an' have me squirt all over you."

He feels like a puppy being trained to balance a treat on his snout, waiting as still as he can (which is not very still, his tail wagging so fast it shakes his whole body with it) for the signal from his master before flicking his nose and catching the treat in his mouth, crunching through it so rapidly he barely tastes it at all. Please please pleasepleaseplease sprints through his head, the only thought, he can't open his mouth and talk, he can't or he'll shatter, but he needs.

Soon but not soon enough, Steve is satisfied with his vibrating patience, staring down at him, looming, waiting, watching with a devious expression hot on his face, drunk on control. Then, f i n a l l y , with even more wetness shining on his fingers, dripping down to pool in his palm and further obscenely dripping down the heel of his hand to his wrist, Steve brings his fingers back up. Without hesitation or shame, Steve barks at him, "open, tongue out," and Bucky does. Not a single thought in his head. Just obedience.

Steve slaps two fingers down onto the flat of his hungry tongue.

Drooling, Bucky curls his tongue around his fingers the best he can when he's so fucking shaky and strung out, lapping up his briny, hot taste and moaning jaggedly. If Steve told him so, he could cum just tasting him. But Steve doesn't tell him to cum, he's much more interested in shoving his fingers deep into Bucky's mouth, his throat, and making him gag, forcing the tears that had collected in his eyes to spill over and rush down his face. Bucky cries, Steve's fingers heady in his throat, and hears nothing but an angel's choir.

[thezombieprostitute]

I am very into this relationship!

Safe (Part 2)

Relationship: Dom!Reader x Sub!Loki x Sub!Bucky

Summary: The Avengers are giving the newly reformed Loki a hard time, so you and Bucky decide to take him under your wing. Sexually. (Dom!Reader x Sub!Loki x Sub!Bucky)

Word Count: 5.9k

A/N: Here is part 2! Ty to @green-mischief-managed for beta-ing this piece! Y'all should get at them to beta your stories!

Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI, 18+, NSFW, handjob, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of spanking, use of paddles, cock rings, vibrators, anal sex, penetrative, vaginal sex, cream pies, threesome, polyamory, voyeurism

Part 1 Masterlist

PART 2

7:53 pm.

The green-eyed god splashed water on his face. He dried it with a fluffy towel, then gripped the sides of the glass bowl sink. Loki was nervous, which was ridiculous considering his millennia of sexual escapades. From threesomes to orgies, chains and whips, voyeurism, and some very questionable humanoid forms, he had done it all. Thor used to jokingly call him a whore — which was laughable considering the hero’s own indulgences — but it was the truth. Loki loved sex. Craved it. He was comfortable with things that would send most people running for the hills. Yet when it came to you, he felt like a virgin.

7:55 pm

Loki left his room. The emptiness of his floor had nothing to do with the other Avengers being out of the tower. No one trusted him, so no one wanted him to have a room on the common floor. This meant Loki was locked away on the smallest one, which used to be used as storage. He never minded being alone, but lately, he found the solitude to be lonely.

You would visit him at times. Your company served as his break from the madness that was his mind. Thanos, New York, New Mexico… he never quite forgot it. The memories were there in his head. Most days he could ignore it. Others, it was harder to do so, but nothing bothered him like waking up to a deserted floor and realizing that he had no one.

7:57 pm

The elevator ride down to the floor you and Bucky shared was short – ten seconds, to be exact. Loki had counted on one of his previous trips to the floor. Both you and Bucky had invited him down to watch movies or for dinner on several occasions. At first he declined all invitations. He wanted to be left alone. The guilt from his crimes was eating him alive, and he used his forced confinement as a punishment. He deserved it.

7:58 pm

After a while, he gave in. He accepted the first invite on a dreary Friday evening to watch a horror flick and eat sushi. Despite the lack of imagination that went into the movie, Loki found he actually enjoyed himself. It was nice to be in the company of people who did not fear him or look at him like he would gut them at any given moment. You even permitted him to use your floor as he pleased, which is how he was able to hear the two of you fornicating the night before.

7:59 pm

He did find it strange at first that you and Bucky had a separate floor. Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff were in a relationship, yet they shared a room on the common floor with everyone else. You and Bucky even had separate rooms. After this morning, he understood why.

8:00 pm

His hand reached out to knock on your door. It slid open of its own volition. “Mr. Laufeyson is here.”

Loki jumped. He was still not used to the A.I. The voice bothered him and sounded like another way to keep tabs on him, so he asked Stark to disable it. Of course, that request met with a loud chuckle. It was not until he voiced these concerns to you that the matter was handled. Per the rules of his stay, the A.I. was not disabled, but you made it so J.A.R.V.I.S only spoke to him when he called out, or something was amiss in the tower.

“Thank you, Jarvs.” He heard your voice before he saw you. You stepped out in a silk robe, tied carelessly at the side and stopping mid-thigh. “Loki! You’re here!” There was a paddle in your left hand that got his attention. “Oh,” you tossed it aside, “that was for Bucky. He got a little too excited while we were playing.”

You walked into the room. After a moment of contemplation, Loki followed. The door shut behind him with a soft hiss, and he let his eyes wander around the room. He noted that it was bigger than his. Stark gave him a simple room consisting of a bed, dresser, and an adjoined bathroom. This was at least twice as big. A mix of modernity and class decorated the room, dark walls contrasting nicely with the lighter furniture. Besides the king-sized bed in the centre, there was a hassock at the end, and an armchair near the double doors of what he assumed was the bathroom.

A naked Bucky was kneeling in front of the armchair. His hands were behind his back, clenching and unclenching in an attempt to control himself. There was a long, vibrating phallus protruding from between his butt cheeks. Loki noted the red marks scattered across the soldier’s ass and shuddered.

“Oh, don’t worry about Bucky. I can’t actually hurt him. He just loves being spanked.” You stepped in front of Loki and placed your hands on his chest. They moved up over the woven material of his sweater and into his hair, fingernails scraping his freshly washed scalp. Loki mewled and dipped his head to allow you more access. “Do you like being spanked?”

“Sometimes,” he admitted.

You grinned. “I bet you do.” Your hands moved to cup his backside, giving it a firm squeeze. “And do you like it more in front, or from the back?”

His eyes strayed to Bucky again. “B-both,” he stammered. “I like both.” Your hands left him. He whimpered at the loss of contact, but one stern look from you shut him up.

The paddle you had discarded lay on the carpet. You picked it up and sauntered over to Bucky. With a gentle hand, you let the rectangular end of the paddle touch his ass. Bucky jumped out of his skin.

“Shh.” You sat on the armchair in front of him. His head lifted to look at you, and through the sweat and harsh breathing, Loki saw nothing but adoration in the soldier’s blue eyes. “Look who came to play with us, baby.” You turned his head towards Loki. “Say hi.”

“Hi,” mumbled Bucky. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lashes casting long shadows on his sculpted cheeks. Loki nodded in response to the greeting. The way you stroked Bucky’s hair had a feeling of envy washing over him. He wanted to be the one at your feet. He wanted to be the one receiving your attention.

“We’re gonna give you a little rest now, okay?” The soldier nodded as you reached down to grasp the phallus within him. You carefully rotated it out of his asshole and turned it off. Bucky pitched forward in relief. His head found your lap, allowing you to stroke his hair. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

He watched you card your fingers through the soldier’s hair until his body stopped shaking. Even after he stopped, you continued your motions, going as far as to place soft kisses on the side of his stubbled face. Loki’s fist clenched.

“Can you sit, baby?” The soldier nodded. “Good. Sit on the pillow for me, go on. I’m gonna play with Loki for a bit.” There was a square pillow on the floor near the bed. Bucky sat on it and leaned his head back against the mattress. As he did so, Loki noticed the most peculiar thing. Though his body was relaxed, the super-soldier’s cock was at attention. The thick, veiny member reached for the ceiling, and around the base was a circular object.

The circle was a polished blue, taking on a marbled appearance. Lines of silver swirled through the ocean tones. Loki turned his head to the side. He analyzed how Bucky’s penis was swollen, almost visibly throbbing, and concluded it served as some sort of construction.

“It’s a cock ring,” you informed him. “Have you ever used one before?”

“I have not.” Your eyes blew wide.

“Really?” You stood up and walked over to him. “You? You’re a thousand years old and have never used a cock ring?” Loki shook his head. “Would you like to?” Before he could answer, you reached into the pocket of your robe and pulled out a velvet bag.

“What’s this?” he asked. You handed it to him.

“It’s for you.” Loki turned over the bag to empty the contents into his hand. A ring similar to Bucky’s fell into his open palm. His green eyes roamed over the jade stone and swirling gold lines. “Do you like it?”

Loki looked down at you. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’ll look even prettier around your hard cock.” The shift in your voice resulted in a sharp intake of breath from the god. Your eyes were dark with lust, tone stern, and he knew it was time to listen to you. “Do you want me to put it around your pretty cock, sweet boy?”

Loki almost moaned. The nickname set off a visceral response that had his pants feeling a size too small. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” You reached down to palm him through his pants. “What do you want me to do?”

“I-Fuck! I want you to put it around my pretty cock.”

“Well, I can’t put it around your cock if I can’t see it.” You walked backward to the chair and took a seat. Crossing your legs, you gave him a smirk. “Undress.”

Loki started with his sweater first. He pulled the black top over his head to reveal his bare chest. Next, his hands traveled to the waistband of his pants. The sweatpants he had chosen for the night pooled around his bare feet with one hard tug. He had forgone underwear, leaving his nude body to the desire-fill stares of you and Bucky.

“On your knees,” you ordered. “Crawl to me.” He did as he was told. Your eyes tracked his movements until he was in front of you. When he came to a stop, you leaned forward to grip his chin. “Good boy.” You motioned to his erect cock. “Looks like someone is excited. Are you excited?”

Loki moaned as you seized his cock. Your warm hand felt like a heater on his member. “Yes, I’m excited.” You held out your palm.

“Give me the cock ring.” He gave it to you. “Open your mouth.” Loki obliged, and you slid the cold device past his lips. “I need you to get that nice and warm for me before I put it on you.”

While Loki sucked on the ring, you reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a little blue bottle with a white cap. You flicked open the top and hovered the tip over his cock. He hissed when the cold jelly fell onto his skin. “Y/N!” The shout was muffled by the device in his mouth.

“It’s just a little lube, sweet boy.” You used your fingers to spread the clear substance over his throbbing member. Every swipe of your digits made him thrust his hips towards you. “Give it to me.” He opened his mouth and you took it, then grabbed his cock with the other. You positioned the toy at his head, and a whimper slid past his lips. “Relax, sweet boy. What’s your safe word?”

That was a difficult question to answer. He had used and given so many over his lifespan that it was hard to zero in on just one. “I have many.”

“Choose a new one,” you told him. “One that’s just for you and me. It can be anything.”

His cheeks reddened. Your use of ‘you and me’ had only one word coming to mind. “Pancakes.” A snort sounded from behind him.

“Bucky.” Your voice was a reprimand. “Do you want more lashes on that red bottom? With the belt this time?” The soldier quieted down. “Ignore him,” you told Loki. “I think it’s a lovely safe word. Now take a deep breath for me, and don’t be afraid to use it.”

Loki breathed in as you began sliding the ring onto his shaft. It gave a little trouble around the head, but managed to go on smoothly once you were past it. You lifted a brow by way of asking him how it was, and he answered, “A little snug.”

“It’s supposed to be like that. Is it painful?” You were rubbing the head of his cock with your thumb. Even if he were in pain, Loki doubted he would admit it. “Loki, I need you to be honest with me. Does it hurt?”

“No.”

“Good.” You released him and leaned back. The edge of your robe was already short. Now that you sat down, it rode up about two inches higher than it was before. Loki eyed the bare skin with a hunger. As though you read his mind, you spread your legs to give him a glimpse of your soaking lips.

“Bucky was eating me out while we were waiting on you.” Loki felt your hands in his hair. Your fingers gripped the locks and pulled him close, so close that he was sure you could feel his breath on your hot cunt. “He got a little too excited and I had to punish him, so we didn’t get to finish. Would you like to finish me off, sweet boy?”

“Yes,” Loki nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please.”

“Go on then.” You guided his head to the apex of your thighs, and he got to work. Loki was good at using his tongue. Whether it be lying or licking, his talent was unrivaled, and he wanted to show you just how good he was. Within seconds he had your moans filling the air.

Though Loki was the one giving you pleasure, he knew well that you were in control. Your hands stayed in his hair to hold him to your cunt, and he kept his behind his back. Even though he wanted to grab your thighs and throw your legs over his shoulder, he refrained. He wanted to be your good boy, not like Bucky, who had to be disciplined for bad behaviour.

“You’re so good, sweet boy,” he heard you breathe out. He glanced up at you to find your head rocked back against the chair. Your eyes were screwed shut, mouth open in silent gasps. His teeth grazed against your clit and your hips thrust into his face. “Oh!”

He heard panting from behind him. The sight of his face buried between your legs was getting Bucky worked up again. You heard it, too, since you opened your eyes and gave Loki a knowing grin. “I think Bucky’s getting lonely. Better hurry up, sweet boy.”

Loki did not need to be told twice. He increased his speed, licking and nibbling your clit in a cyclic pattern. Had he been allowed the use of his hands, he would already have you undone. Instead, he alternated between tongue-fucking your walls and circling your clit until he felt your grip tighten. Your legs came up and over his shoulders, heels digging into the muscles of his back. He felt your body contract for just a moment, and then you came into his mouth with a loud sigh.

He lapped up all of the juices as best as he could while you recovered. His lips pressed kisses to your thighs—soft, tender, because he wanted to be your favourite. You tapped his head by way of bringing his attention to you. When he looked up, you leaned down to give him a kiss. Loki swore his corrupted soul travelled to Valhalla and back in that very moment. He pouted when the kiss was over.

“Don’t pout,” you chided. You reached down to grab the ring around his cock. A hiss left his lips when you twisted it. “Just making sure it’s not too tight. It looks so good on you. Don’t you think it looks good on you?”

“Yes,” Loki whimpered, and laid his head on your knee. The movements were sending vibrations up his shaft and radiating to the base of his spine. His pleasure was increased further by the lube, which had long begun to tingle on his skin.

“Bucky chose it,” you told him. “He said the green matched your eyes. Do you want to thank Bucky for choosing such a nice toy for you?” He looked up at you with lidded eyes. “Yes you do, because you’re a good boy. Come over here, Buck.” Loki heard shifting, and then the blue-eyed soldier was right next to him. A gentle hand lifted his head. Your other hand rested behind Bucky’s head, pushing them together until their noses bumped.

Loki felt the soldier’s lips descend on his. He had kissed men before. Some were gentle, more were rough, and a few just let him take the lead. Bucky was more of the dominant type. His hot tongue slipped into Loki’s mouth and began exploring the orifice. Loki moaned low. He gasped when he felt a nip on his bottom lip. Bucky was grinning when you pulled them apart.

“Was he good, Buck?” you asked.

“So good,” Bucky replied. His eyes went to you, taking on an uncharacteristic shyness. “C-can I fuck him? His ass looked so good when he was eating you out.”

“That’s up to Loki.” Bucky’s forehead creased. “I’m serious. It’s his first time with us, and he’s behaved so well. You can fuck him if he says it’s okay.” Your eyes met Loki’s. “Do you want Bucky to fuck you, sweet boy? Hmm?” Your fingers stroked his hair. It was as though you could not get enough of the locks, or maybe you had figured out it calmed him.

Either way, Loki loved it. The feel of your nails against his scalp reduced him to the most docile little sub. He placed his head back on your knee and said, “I want whatever you want.” Your answer pleased him.

“Oh, you are a good boy, aren’t you.” His silence was rewarded with a kiss. “Buck, grab the lube. Loki, go lay on the bed on your side.” He did as he was told, choosing to face the wall rather than the window. Your naked body appeared in front of him moments later. “Hi, sweet boy.”

“Hello,” he mumbled back. The bed behind him dipped under Bucky’s weight. Loki tensed, and you shot him a worried glance. “I haven’t done this in a while,” he admitted.

“Do you want to stop?” Your voice was back to normal, hand stroking his cheek in fluid movements. “You can use your safe word if you want. There’s no shame in it.”

“I’m fine,” he promised. You cared about him so much it almost brought a tear to his eye.

“Okay,” you whispered. You kissed his forehead, then directed your attention to Bucky. “Be gentle with him, baby. Take your time.”

“I will.” Bucky’s metal hand touched his hip. Cool fingers danced along his spine until they reached his asscrack. He heard a squirting noise — the lube — before feeling fingers at his entrance. A metal digit pressed down on his rosebud to relax the muscle, then slipped in. “You’re tight.” Bucky sounded surprised. “Not at all what I expected from a sex-drunk god.”

Loki moaned when Bucky curled his finger. The slippery metal created a sensation he had never felt before. Another finger began to push in, and Loki’s head fell forward onto your shoulder with a groan.

“Are you ready?” Bucky asked, moving his fingers in a scissoring motion. The only answer was a guttural moan. “Yeah, he’s ready.” Loki could hear the smile in the man’s voice.

A kiss was pressed to the back of his head, another to his forehead. Your hands travelled down his back to cup his cheeks. He felt you gingerly pull his ass cheeks apart. “Relax, sweet boy.” Bucky’s hot tip poked his entrance. The head pushed past the ring of muscle, and Loki whimpered at the stretch. “You’re doing so well.” Bucky bottomed out, and your hands were in his hair again. You held him to your shoulder while Bucky began to move.

Loki hissed at the first thrust. It was so deep, and Bucky’s girth filled him to the brink. The soldier’s hands went to his hips as his pace picked up. Soon, all Loki could hear was moans. All he could feel was Bucky’s balls slamming into his skin and the immense pleasure the stimulation of his g-spot was bringing him.

“How is he, baby?” you asked

“So fucking good, doll,” Bucky breathed out. The man sounded like he was miles away. “Feels so good.” You chuckled.

“And how are you, sweet boy? Does it feel nice?” He whined when your hand gripped his cock. “Do you like Bucky fucking you?” Loki could not respond. Barnes had set a punishing pace that had his mind in pieces. All he could manage was an incoherent noise. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Your grip on him tightened, and he felt wetness on the tip of his cock. A glance down found you teasing yourself with his head. The swollen member pulsed in your hand with every swipe against your folds. Behind him, Bucky was nearing his end. Loki recognized the shift from controlled to sloppy thrusts and knew the man would not last much longer. He was not at all shocked when, a few seconds later, he felt the hot spurt of Bucky’s seed in his ass.

Bucky groaned low as he came. The sound reverberated off the walls, filling the entire room with the sinful noise. His hips thrust wildly until they came to a complete stop. He braced a hand on Loki’s hip as he pulled out, making Loki groan at the loss.

“My turn.” A gentle shove had Loki turning onto his back. You straddled him, grip firm on his cock, and slid down in one smooth motion. Out of habit, Loki’s hands went to your hips. A sharp look from you had them falling away. “Good boy,” you petted his head. “I’m going to fuck you now, okay?”

“Okay.” Your hips moved slowly, grinding instead of bouncing. Loki appreciated the gentle movements. He once had a young giantess bounce on him so hard she cracked his hipbone. Loki had not been able to walk for a week. The careful, teasing pace you set was just right. There was no rush or competition; just you on top of him, riding him into oblivion.

Your hand turned his head to the side, exposing his neck. He felt his carotid beating, and you must have seen it through his skin, since the next thing he felt was your tongue over the pulsation. You sucked the skin hard, no doubt leaving a mark for everyone to see. Loki just bit his lip. He was yours now, and it was clear you wanted everyone to know it.

“Hold my hips.” Greedy hands flew to your sides. Loki gripped you with a bruising force. Your pace picked up, hips moving wildly over him. His cock was massaged from all sides. Your tight walls gripped him with a squeezing hold. “Fuck!” You fell forward, hands catching you just above his shoulders. The position caused your breasts to hover over his face, and he looked at them in need.

“Y/N?” Loki whined. His eyes were fixated on your nipples. “Can I…?”

“Yes, sweet boy. Suck my tits.” Your voice was a pant. Loki latched onto a nipple and began swirling it around in his mouth. Sharp fingernails gripped his shoulder to the point of breaking the skin. He ignored the bite of pain that radiated down his arm.

You looked so good above him. Sweat slid down between the valley of your breasts and dripped onto his forehead . The clench of your walls and massage of your cervix was killing him. He wanted nothing more than to begin thrusting up into you. Loki knew he could flip you on your back and have you crying his name in mere seconds if he wanted. The thing was, you were in control. You were taking care of him, which meant he had to lie there and let you fuck him.

Truth be told, he did not mind it. You knew exactly what you were doing, and Loki was lost in the pleasure. The orgasm that had been building with Bucky reared its head again, and before long he felt the telltale signs of his impending end.

“Y/N,” he warned. “I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me,” you told him. “Cum inside of me. It’s okay.” One of your fingers reached down to circle your clit. Loki watched the action with hooded eyes. His spine was tingling, abdomen rigid. The closer you got to your end, the closer he got to his. He focused all his attention on you — your face, your breathing, the way your breast bounced. On a whim, Loki bit down on your nipple. Your head flew back with a cry. He felt your walls clench around him, and then he was cumming.

It felt like the longest orgasm ever. His hips lifted off the bed. Instead of the usual spurts, his seed left him in one long stream. He clenched his fist as he waited for the euphoria to pass. Forever and a day went by before he felt his muscles relax, and his hips returned to the bed.

You were already lying on his chest. Your body was slumped, chest heaving, yet you found the strength to lift your hips off of him. A mixture of both your juices came out with his cock. You reached down to touch the ring. Loki hissed and moved away.

“Stay still.” You flattened a hand on his lower abdomen. “I need to take that off you before it starts to hurt.” Loki tried his best to stay still. The ring made his cock extra sensitive, so every movement felt like a shock. Tears sprang to his eyes when you finally removed it. The blood rushed in, and his entire lower body began to prickle.

“Y/N—”

“It’s okay, Lokes. I know.” You laid on your side next to him, hand pushing back his sweaty hair. “You’re gonna be sensitive for a while. Just relax for me, okay? I won’t touch it again.” Loki closed his eyes. He heard water running in the background and deduced Barnes was taking a shower. The man’s absence had gone completely unnoticed until now.

“Bucky knew it was time to leave us alone. He offered to stay in his room tonight so you and I could have a chance to talk.” Your leg was over his waist, careful to avoid his still throbbing member. The fingers of your right hand caressed his cheek as you spoke. “Tell me how you feel?”

“I feel…” Loki trailed off. Good felt like the obvious answer. Most people felt good after sex or an orgasm. Great just felt like he was trying too hard. He thought about the way his mind felt. There was a tranquility that had not been there before. The way you and Bucky took care of him, welcomed him into your relationship, stirred up an emotion that eluded him for years. “Safe,” he finished. “I feel safe.”

You kissed his cheek. “That’s good to hear. I’m glad you felt safe enough to join us, and that you trusted me enough to let me take the lead. That trust will be important if you decide to go forward with this.”

Loki furrowed just brow. “‘This?’”

“Our relationship, silly. The three of us.” Loki looked at you like you had grown a second head. “Have you never heard of polyamory?”

“No, I have,” Loki replied. “It’s just… you want me? For more than a night?”

Your answer was simple. “Yes.”

“Why?” The question came out as a sob. “No one here likes me. Why do you and Sergeant Barnes care for me so?”

“Because Bucky sees himself in you,” you told him. “And I have a thing for redemption. You’re not a bad man, Loki; you just fell in a bad way. Let Bucky and I help you love yourself again. Say yes.”

“Yes.”

“Good boy.” You kissed him again, letting him take the lead this time. The supple skin of your lips parted to let his tongue into your mouth. French-kissing was normally a turn-off for Loki. He hated the feel of a slimy appendage in his mouth, or sliding his tongue into someone else’s. However, with you and Bucky, he found he did not mind it.

“I’m guessing he said yes?” Loki started in the direction of the voice. Barnes was standing at the foot of the bed, a towel slung low on his hips. His impressive chest was still glistening with moisture from his shower.

“He did.” Bucky grinned. He leaned down to kiss Loki’s cheek, then your lips, and said, “Don’t worry about his stuff, doll. I’ll move it down tonight.” Loki looked between the two of you.

“My stuff? What about my stuff?”

“Oh, you’re moving down here with us, Lokes.” You said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I never should have let Tony stick you up in the stupid storage room. There’s an extra room down here. No more solitude for you. When you’re ready, you can decorate it how you like.”

This time, Loki did cry. Hot tears fell from his eyes in rivers. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and let himself fall apart. “Thank you,” he sobbed. “This means so much to me.”

“You don’t have to thank me, sweet boy. We want to do this for you.” Loki pulled his head out of your neck to look at you again. Barnes was gone, and it was just the two of you. “Do you want to take a bath with me? I can go run one for us.”

Loki nodded. “Yes, please. I like the temperature cool.”

“Of course, Lokes.” You kissed his cheek. “You’ll stay with me tonight, okay? I need to make sure you’re alright.” You patted his cheek. He watched you walk into the bathroom and leave the door open. The water started, hard at first against the tub and then quieter as it began to fill. By the time you came out to get him, Loki was fast asleep.

ooOOoo

Contrary to his belief, things were not awkward the next morning. You wanted to sleep in, so Bucky collected Loki and brought him down to the breakfast area. He made good on his promise to teach him to make pancakes, although he ended up doing much of it himself. All Loki really did was stir the batter. The men kept up a high level of conversation as they sat at the table. Loki was facing the door, Bucky at his side, so he was able to spot you as soon as you walked in.

“Morning, guys.” You were in a fluffy robe like the day before, long and secured at the side. Bucky smiled at you as you entered.

“Mornin’, doll. Sleep well?”

“So well.” You stretched your arms wide over your head, then gave Bucky a peck on the cheek. Though he tried not to let it affect him, Loki felt a little envy stir in his chest. It only lasted for a few seconds. As soon as you turned your smile on him, he melted. “Hey, sweetie.”

“Hey.” You took a seat on his lap and kissed him. His head spun with the action. Your hands moved up into his hair, and just when he was about to ask if he could take you on the table, someone walked in.

“Hey, Buck— Oh!” Loki pulled back to see a red-faced Captain Rogers standing in the doorway. Stark was next to him, as was Natasha, both their eyes wide as they took in your position on his lap.

“I’m sorry,” the billionaire began. “Did I fucking miss something?”

You placed your feet in Bucky’s lap. His hands immediately began to massage one. “Loki’s with us now. We moved his stuff onto our floor last night, and I wanted to take him out today to get some paint for his room. He can do that, right Steve? He hasn’t left the tower in so long, and he’s been so well behaved.”

Steve shot a look at Tony. He stared back, and gave a helpless shrug. “I suppose so,” Rogers mumbled. “Bucky would have to go with you, of course, in case anything happens.”

Bucky made a noise of impatience. “He’s not gonna try anything, punk. Come eat. Loki made pancakes.”

Natasha eyed them. “They do look better than yesterday’s.” Her eyes went to Bucky. “You supervised him?”

“Yes, Natalia,” Bucky sighed. “You’re very judgmental for someone who can’t cook themselves, you know. Lighten up. Look,” he pointed to Steve, who had already dug in. “Your boyfriend’s already eating.”

“They’re good, babe,” Steve nodded. “Really good. Great job, Loki.”

“Thank you,” he replied. The three other Avengers took seats at the table, hungry hands reaching for the golden fluffs. Loki eyed you with wonder in his eyes. “They’re being civil,” he whispered. “To me.”

“I told you we’d take care of you.” Like yesterday, Bucky placed a plate of pancakes in front of him. He then handed over the syrup with a knowing grin . “Eat up,” you coaxed. “We have a long day of shopping ahead of us.”

Loki picked up the fork. Everyone was eating now, conversation flowing like a river. Captain Rogers brought up the topic of an upcoming mission and all at the table were engrossed. Ideas were being thrown around left and right – how best to handle the situation, which Avengers should go, who was still beat up from the last time. To Loki, the answer was obvious.

“It should be me.” The table went silent.

Stark lifted his chocolate brown gaze to the man. “What?”

“I..” Loki shrank back. He had gotten ahead of himself. Just because the team had sat with him for breakfast once did not mean they had accepted him. His mouth opened to retract his statement, and he caught sight of Bucky. The soldier was giving him an encouraging smile. You, on his lap, were stroking the nape of his neck in a coaxing manner.

“It should be me.” His back straightened. “Sergeant Barnes is obviously tired from the last one, so are you and Sam Wilson. The archer is back with his family, and Dr. Banner refuses to leave his lab. So, unless you’re planning to send Agent Romanoff alone or contact my brother, I think it's high time you let me on missions.”

No one had an immediate rebuttal. The three Avengers stared at Loki with mixed expressions. Only you and Bucky did not react in an offended manner.

“Or let me stay here,” Loki tacked on, “and risk your collective tiredness tanking the mission.”

Steve was the one to speak first. The blue-eyed man measured him with a long stare, then asked, “How’s your training going?”

“Would be better if you would all stop trying to kill me,” Loki quipped. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Romanoff smirk.

“What about protocols?” Rogers fired off. “How to contact H.Q.? What to do if one of us gets seriously injured? How to contact the team if we get lost?”

“I’ve read the manual cover to cover. I am quite sure I can recite it word for word if need be.” Rogers looked impressed. Even Stark raised his eyebrows at the boast.

“Alright then,” the captain said. “It’s settled.”

You lifted your head off of Loki’s shoulder. “You’re letting him join you? Seriously?”

“Oh no. This was his idea.” Steve leaned back in his chair. A dab of syrup was on his mouth and his tongue flicked out to get it. “I hope you’re ready, Laufeyson. Next mission, you’re taking point."

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[loverslodge]

my bidder

summery: your parents have treated you like a show piece which Bucky hated. but what crossed the limit was when your parents hold you up for an auction without telling you.

pairing: dbf!bucky barnes x sub!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, SMUT, some plot but mostly smut, auctioning off a person, loss of virginity, panic attack mention, isolation mentioned, age gap (bucky is in his late 30s and reader is late 20s), use of nicknames (princess and baby), dom!bucky but no BDSM (because i don't know how to write it)

A/N: i love me some dad's best friend and especially Bucky. and seeing him in suit in thunderbolts is sending shivers down my spine.

James Buchanan Barnes was a bad man.

At least that's what he thought every time he saw you.

You were all he could think about every time your father was present in the room. Mostly because your father won't stop talking about you.

Your father had a tendency to show you off for his benefit and it irked Bucky greatly. You weren't something to be put in a glass jar but your father did just that. Your mom was no less. She too supported her husband on every decision he made about you and your life.

Bucky had seen you become trapped in your room because everything got too overwhelming. You had turned from a shy kid to a wallflower. That made Bucky overly protective of you. Every time your parents paraded you and your achievements around, Bucky would always cling on to you, trying to comfort you from a distance.

It was just another big party in the y/l/n household. You were forced to dress in white satin gown and were adorned with pearls. They had made you look like a virgin doll. They had their reasons for that, of course, but they hadn't told you anything about it. It's not like this was the first time you were being pushed into the unknown.

The room started to fill up and you started to notice that the room was filled with male guests. Occasional female guests but they all looked like escorts.

You shuddered with a bad feeling and slowly stepped in the shadows. A small yelp left your lips as you crashed into someone. Before you could scramble up and leave, you felt a metal hand steady your very open back.

“Bucky?”

“Hey, princess. You hiding again?” He chuckled at your jumpiness when someone walked too close. He pulled you closer. This was wrong. So wrong but you felt so right in his arms.

“Something doesn't feel right about tonight. I'm way too dressed up for this.” You always felt comfortable in Bucky’s arms but you never said anything. Why? Because you weren't allowed to think or say anything on your own.

Bucky was looking gorgeous in his black tux. His hair was slicked back and he smelled devine. His eyes held the same softness you had become used to over the few years. But you shouldn't think about this. It was wrong. He was your father’s best friend. You shouldn't let your mind take his kindness as something more.

“You look beautiful, princess.”

That nickname. He gave that to you when you met him the first day. You were dressed in your pink pjs and your hair was tied in a loose braid. You were about to go to bed but went down to the kitchen to get some water.

He was nursing a drink when you came across him. He figured you were the daughter and you knew he was the new friend your father had made. He got up from his seat and walked closer to you to introduce himself. He looked so much larger than you. To him you looked adorable and innocent, but locked up in a house. Since that day, he had been calling you ‘princess’ because your cheeks always tinted pink when he did.

“You look beautiful too, Bucky.” You whispered loud enough for him to hear you.

“Why do you look more panicked than usual, princess? Did someone say something to you?” He brought his flesh hand and stroked your back gently to calm you.

“No. That's the thing. Nobody is telling me anything. I don't know what today is about. And there are so many male guests. It's making me uncomfortable.”

“Wait, so you have absolutely no idea how today’s fundraiser is going to go?” Bucky’s eyebrows scrunched in concern. Something was definitely not right now.

You shook your head and looked at Bucky to give you answers. Your innocent eyes were calling to him but before he could tell you what's going on, your mother’s voice rang on the mic and your name was called.

Bucky reluctantly saw you walk away and you kept on glancing back at him. His eyes were filled with worry and you knew something wrong was going to happen.

Bucky sat down at his table near the stage where the auction was about to begin. He thought about why you weren't told about this but he wanted his thoughts to be proven wrong. Surely your parents weren't that power hungry.

All the women you had noticed were called on stage one by one and were being auctioned off. Your heart racing off the charts and you kept on glancing at Bucky from behind the curtains. He hadn't put in a price at any of them. You were relieved by that but terrified about you being put beside all these women.

Soon all the women in front of you were auctioned off.

“And now, a very special someone. She carries all of my pride with her.” Your father began your introduction and you smoothened your dress, trying to look brave.

Bucky felt like he was staring at the devil. How could your own father auction you off to all these sleazy men out here? His biggest fear of tonight was coming to light. He had been meaning to save you from this prison for a while and your father had just given him the reason to drag you away, even if it cost him a few hundred thousand bucks.

“Please welcome my daughter, Y/N! Her bidding starts at…”

You were now standing in front of all these… eyes. You felt cheap. You felt like a whore. Your parents had officially become vultures to you. Tears were streaming down your face as you stood on the stage. Nobody cared about that.

Because the spotlight was on you, you couldn't see who was bidding on you. But as the numbers went higher, the cheaper you felt. Till everything came to a standstill and you saw someone walk up to the stage.

“Come on, baby. Let's get going.” Bucky’s voice tore through the hooting and booing of the crowd.

You gasped in shock but you walked to him anyway. At least he made you feel safer. He wrapped one hand around your waist and the other around your legs and lifted you like a sack on his shoulder.

You refused to meet your parents’ eyes as you were carried out of the room where another round of hooting erupted.

Bucky walked straight to your room, not bothering to stop anywhere else. When you both reached the door to your room, he slowly lowered you down. You were a crying mess but at least now you were safe.

“Come on, princess. Let's go in.” Bucky nudged your back a little.

“B-b-but that's my room.” You cowered.

“Princess, listen. If you open your door and invite me in, only then will I step into your safe space. Also, I cannot talk about anything out here. There are ears everywhere.” He caressed your hair to calm you down. He brought out his handkerchief and cleaned your face a little to make you feel more calm.

You nodded and opened the door to your room and stepped in with Bucky in tow. As soon as you stepped in the room, he closed the door shut. You panicked. Was he going to do something? This is not how you pictured to spend time with the man you had fallen in love with.

“Princess, don't worry. I didn't close, just shut the door for a little privacy. Now, pack your bags. I'm taking you home with me.”

“Wh-what?”

You were shocked by his revelation. Anywhere would be better than here with your parents but you were not ready, were you? You really were a princess and anywhere else felt… scary.

“I'm not letting you stay here a minute longer. Showing off your achievements was different but auctioning you off is fucked up.” Bucky dragged out your big suitcase and started stuffing all your comfy clothes in it.

“Bucky, wait, stop! What are you doing?” You hold his hand and pull him to face you.

“I am getting you out of here. Did you know what was going on down there? Teh auction? It wasn't just for the money. Those were… i cant believe your father… he was selling you off to the highest bidder. You would have been ruined by now! You weren't going to be returned if someone else had taken you!”

Bucky closed your suitcase after emptying more than half of your room. He was frustrated. He ran his hand on his hair and started dragging your suitcase out of the room.

“Wait, Bucky! We can’t- you can't just take me with you! That's- you're my father’s best friend.”

“I can.” He holds your jaw in his hand, softly but with authority. “I paid for you, princess. This is my one and only way of saving you from all of this.”

“Why do you want to save me, Bucky?” Your voice faltered. Your face was very close to his.

“Because, my dear Princess, you belong to me now. I've had my sights on you for a really long time and now I get to have you the way I want.” Bucky pecked your lips and held your hand to pull you to his car that was parked right outside the door.

………………………..

You stepped in the Barnes Manor and looked at the grandeur of everything around you. You didn't expect Bucky to be so… materialistic.

“Not everything is mine. My ex wife was way too much into these things. Been trying to get rid of things but i don't know how or where to start.” Bucky looked at you as if he could read your thoughts.

He asked you to follow him and he took you to an empty room. It looked like an empty canvas. Bucky’s men dropped off your bags in the room and left, closing the door behind them.

“Umm… Bucky… How will you have me?” Your whispered voice bounced against the room walls, making Bucky take a sharp turn at you.

“What?” He was flabbergasted.

“Well, you, uh, paid for me. So, you get to have me, right? That's what the auction was about?” You were fidgeting, looking down at your shoes.

“Is that what you think?” Bucky walked closer to you. “That I brought you here to have my way with you?” Bucky cupped your face and made you look up. “Princess, I brought you here because I am not letting someone else have you, not because I want you.”

“So… you don't want me?” Seeing him this close was bringing back those burning desires you have always felt for him.

Seeing your pout and hearing your question, stirred the buried desire in Bucky back to life. If he could, he would've taken you right there in your bedroom but he held on to the one thread of decency.

“Don't say it like that, princess.” There was barely any space between yours and his lips. “I want you so bad, baby, but it's wrong. You're my best friend’s daughter.”

Your eyes fall on his lips, refusing to waver. “You're right. This is very wrong.” You curled your fist around his blazer pulling him slightly closer.

“Princess…” Bucky warned you.

“Yes, sir?” The designation just slipped out.

Bucky lost all his control. He grabbed your face and crashed his lips on yours. His tongue slipped in your mouth as you moaned in the kiss. Your hand snaked around his neck and forced his face closer to yours. You bit his lower lip that made him groan.

He walked forward without breaking the kiss till you both hit the edge of the bed. He pushed you on the bed gently and hovered over you, taking your lips back on his. He kept on pushing you back till you were in the middle of the bed, all tangled up in him.

His lips moved on every inch of your face, kissing and then moved down to your neck, making you moan louder. He nipped at your skin and kissed down your valley before moving back up to your lips.

“Please, sir.” You were begging so prettily. With perfectly swollen lips and dazed eyes, you looked every way ready to be fucked.

“Princess, are you sure? This is your first time.” Bucky caressed your cheeks.

“Yes, sir. Have me. I'm ready. Please fuck me. Please.” You fumbled with Bucky’s shirt buttons.

“Ok ok.” Bucky chuckled, looking at your impatience. “We've got to get you out of that beautiful dress first and then we will remove my suit, okay? And then if you still feel ready, i will fuck you.”

You scrambled up to your feet and tried to find the zipper of the dress to take it off, without trying to tear it. You pouted at Bucky who was looking at your struggle with an amused face.

“Alright. Let me help you. You'll be patient, yes?”

You nodded enthusiastically and stood still like the good girl you want to be for him. He moved you around and zipped down your dress and gently, it fell down at your foot, leaving you exposed. All you were wearing was white underwear since there was no way you could've been able to wear a bra in that dress.

“Wow, princess, you are even more gorgeous than I had imagined.” Bucky gently cupped your boobs and thumbs your nipples, making you push yourself on to him.

“You, you imagined me?” You look at him with wide eyes. You had never expected the man of your dreams doing the same thing you've been doing.

“Of course, baby. Why do you think it was so easy for you to let me kiss you?” Bucky started unbuttoning his shirt. Soon, he was standing in front of you, very, very naked.

You had wanted to cover yourself up but you were so distracted by him, his hands and then his large cock that until he held your hand and guided you back to bed, you were unaware about everything else.

“So, one last time, do you want to go to sleep or do you still want to continue?”

Bucky was ready to pull on the comforter and go to sleep naked beside you. He could relieve himself in the bathroom. He didn't want to put any pressure on you.

“Please, sir. Fuck me.”

Bucky wasted no time in tearing away your underwear and situating himself in between your legs.

“Now, I'm going to have to open you up for me. You still have a chance to say no. After I'm done using my fingers on you, if you feel you've had enough, tell me and we stop.”

Bucky was impatient to have you around his cock but he wasn't going to make you feel like you had to. He actually thought he didn't need to prepare you for seeing how wet and dripping you were for him. But he wanted your first time to be easy, as easy as he could make it for you.

“Pay attention to this, princess. I will go easy but we will use safewords. We will use traffic signals. Green is for good, yellow is to pause or slow down and red is to stop completely. Tell me, which are the safewords? I want to hear them from you.”

“Green is for good, yellow is for pause and red is for stop.” You repeated like a diligent student.

“My good girl. Now, I will be inserting my fingers in you. If you feel uncomfortable, use the safewords. Do you understand?” Bucky started stroking your petals with his fingers, very slowly.

Your breath hitched and you nodded eagerly, excited to see and feel what Bucky would do to you. But he stopped stroking and looked with disapproval. “Use your words, princess. Do you understand?”

“Yes I understand, sir. Please don't stop.” Your breathy reply gave Bucky the satisfaction and he started stroking your petals again, spreading the wetness all around.

Bucky decided not to make you beg so much and very slowly inserted his first metal finger in. you whimpered and gasped at the new intrusion. You cover your mouth with your hands and turn your face, trying to subside the noises coming out from you.

“Look at you, taking my fingers so well. So fucking beautful and tight, writhing under me. I haven't even put my cock in yet.”

Bucky was able slide his second finger just as easily because of how turned on you were. He increased his pace and you mewled under him. He tsked at you trying to hide your voices and so he brought his other hand over to your clit and rubbed it, making you move your hands from your mouth to grip the sheet under you.

“I knew I could get you to remove your hands. You sound so fucking amazing, princess.”

“Oh god! I'm gonna- Bucky! Please, sir. I'm going to-” You were struggling to get the words out without moaning in between.

“Cum for me, princess. Drench my fingers.”

And you did just that. His ministrations led to your cum spurting out on his metal hand that kept on moving in and out of you, making you ride your orgasm. When you came down from your high, he pulled his fingers out, licking them clean, making you wetter than you already were. A small moan escaped your lips, seeing him enjoying your juice.

“You like seeing me enjoy your juice, don't you?” Bucky chuckled at your squirming reaction. He was still sitting between your legs, you being completely exposed to him.

You nodded with blush heavily creeping on your face.

Bucky leaned down and kissed you deeply, making you taste yourself. Your hands rested on his biceps as he sat back up. “What's your color, princess?”

“It's green, sir.”

“Good girl. Now, do you want my cock in you?”

“Yes sir.” Bucky pulled out a condom from the drawer beside the bed and put on the rubber. You looked intently at his actions, learning how to do it when next time you get to have Bucky.

Bucky pecked you on the lips again and aligned himself against your folds. You gasped at the new sensation. Bucky faltered a little. He was about to pull away but you held onto his bicep tighter and pulled him back.

“It's green, sir. I will tell you if I want to stop. So please don't stop. I want you so bad.”

“You beg so pretty, princess. How can I say no to you?”

Bucky pushed his cock furthur in you and just as he was completely in you, your back arched, letting out a lazy moan and a hiss from your throat. Bucky groaned as he felt you tighten around him.

“Fuck, princess. You're strangling me.”

You mewled as he began to move. In and out. The motion was simple but the feeling building inside of you wasn't.

“Been wanting you for so long, sir.” A strangled cry from your mouth cut you off as he pushed himself deeper. “Been thinking only about you.”

Bucky groaned at your confession and his speed increased, making your back arch again with a sudden loud moan. “My princess. All mine, aren't you?”

A garbled moan left you before you could form a full sentence. “All.. yours… sir…”

“Please go faster, sir.” You dug your nails in his bicep.

“No, I don't want to hurt you.” His voice strained. He was holding himself back and you knew that.

“You will never hurt me, sir. Please go faster. Don't hold back.”

Hearing you affirm that you're okay, Bucky pressed himself on you and put his arms under you. Your arms held onto his back and your nails dug and dragged on his back, leaving marks as he increased his thrusting.

“Oh god! Sir! Don't stop. So good!”

“Not stopping, princess. Never stopping. I could just keep on going like this.”

You mewled and whimpered at every thrust and he tightened his hold around you. Your nipples brushed against his and he moved his metal hand from under you to hold your nipple. He turned and twisted them, making you cry out in pleasure.

Bucky put his mouth on your boobs and sucked hard on your nipples, sending waves of pleasure to your folds. His relentless thrusting just added more to what you have been holding on to. The knot in your stomach tightened, sending a familiar shiver down your back.

“Sir, i’m-”

“Cum my princess, you've been good. Cum for me.”

Bucky sped up his thrusting and you arched against him as you found your release. He kept on thrusting through your orgasm, finally finding a release in you. Your pussy had tightened its hold on him and milked him so well. He kept on murmuring praises in your ear as his thrusting faltered and he stayed still.

“Are you ok, princess?” Bucky shifted and pulled out of you. You whined at the loss but were too fucked out to move. “Use your words, baby.”

“I'm ok. I'm more than ok.” You gave him a dazed smile that made him chuckle.

He stood up from the bed and carried you to the bathroom and helped you clean up. He filled the tub with warm water and sat you in the tub and settled behind you. He pulled you flush against his chest and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Will you send me back? Now that you got what you paid for?” Your small voice clenched his heart.

“I didnt pay to fuck you, princess. I paid to get you out of that house. Having you in my bed, naked, wanting, is just a perk.” Bucky kissed your cheek and pulled you even closer. “I am not sending you anywhere, princess. You belong to me now. The moment you stepped in my house, you were mine. And now that I've had your taste, I'm not going back.”

“So,” you fiddled with your fingers. “If I belong to you, if I am yours, then does that mean you belong to me too? Does that mean you're mine too?”

“Yes, princess. I am all yours.” Bucky kissed your shoulder and then pulled you in a sweet kiss.

You both get up from the tub and Bucky dried you with a fluffy towel. He put one of his old t-shirts on you and a pair of his old breezy boxers that had gotten too tight because of his thighs. He wore one of his joggers and an old tank.

You both slipped in bed and he pulled you flushed against him. You sighed deeply and closed your eyes as the tiring activities were taking over you. But then you had a thought and your eyes popped open. You sat up on the bed, startling Bucky.

“What about dad? He… won't he ask you to return me? What will we do? He'll be pissed. He will cut me off. I have nowhere else to go. I think I should go back.”

Bucky sat up and cupped your face, making you look at him. The panicked look in your eyes made him want to tuck you closer to him but it wasn't going to work. He needed to calm you.

“Princess, look at me. What did I say about you being here?”

“That I belong to you and I'm yours.” your voice turned smaller.

“Exactly. So don't worry about your father at all. I'm here. I will handle everything. And you are not leaving this house. This is yours just as much as mine. Understood?” Bucky caressed your cheeks to calm you down.

“Yes. Understood.” You moved closer to Bucky who pulled you further into his embrace.

“Good girl. Now get some sleep.” He pulled you back on bed and kissed your forehead as you snuggled closer into his arms.

Bucky knew it would cost something to have you in his arms but he also knew that once he had you, he would pay the price but never let you go.